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bonefarm · 6 months
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Got tickets
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hockeyandhrsepwr · 9 months
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Yeehaw baby! 🤠
Mat Barzal x reader insta edit
Note: I’m not a Barzal gal but I am a ho for a man in a cowboy hat which I blame on my proximity to Alberta. Someone has probably done something similar to this so I just want to be clear that I’m not copying anyone
Summary: Barzy takes on Stampede
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Yourusername it’s July now, y’all know what that means 🤠
Yourbro it’s Canada Day?
Yourusername bruh
Yourbff yeehaw?
Yourusername haw-yee baby🤪
User2 oh slay, time for the yearly content
User4 can’t wait for your outfits!!
User457 this is my met gala lol
Yourfriend Pede?
Yourusername Pede
Yourfriend well hurry up bitch!! We’re waiting
Yourusername hope you’re ready
Lenasianed can’t wait to see you!
Yourusername it’s time to celebrate you my sweet girl!! Please tell me I can have baby snuggles?
Lenasianed she’s with the grandparents this weekend
Yourusername ☹️
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Barzal97 a rootin tootin good time celebrating EBear
Titobeauvi oh dear god
Bboeser buddy you’re from Vancouver
Barzal97 I’m a cowboy at heart
MamaBarzal oh really?
User78 oh fuck Cowboy Barzy
User67 HELLO?!
Yourusername The Longest Ride (TM)
User33 um, something you wanna tell us?
Yourusername he’s giving Scott Eastwood in the classic film The Longest Ride. Obviously
User25 not where I thought that was going tbh
Barzal97 thanks I think?
EBear thanks for coming out man!!
Barzal97 anytime man!
Friend78 YYC > YVR
Barzal97 I will not accept Van slander. Calgs only better when it comes to this
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Hockeygoss howdy y’all, look what we have here. Mat Barzal spotted getting close to a mysterious woman during Stampede
User4 girlies living the dream
User90 god the hat
User69 random but anyone else think that could be yourusername?
User2 girl what?
User69 idk, something about the jewelry we can see
User268 girl you tripping
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Yourusername Wear the hat, something something 🤔
Yourbff pretty sure you know how it goes
Yourusername ummm nope
Yourbff well maybe B can refresh your memory
Yourusername oh he’s working on that 😘
Barzal97 context please?
Yourusername cowboy hat rule hockey boy. Google it
User56 Queen!
Friend56 ride him baby!
Yourusername 🫶yeehaw
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Yourusername don’t take but two to have a little soirée (me & Sam if that wasn’t clear)
Highlight of the month CowboysMusicFestival SamHunt
Yourbff truly iconic performance
Yourusername I don’t think I’ll ever recover
Barzal97 okay I get the hype now
Yourusername was a crime that you weren’t a fan tbh
Yourotherbff can’t believe you didn’t before now given how often she plays him
Barzal97 I just to see her in her element to get it. She really sold it
Yourbff stop sucking up
Yourusername no please, continue
User89 did everyone just skip over her friends comment!!
Lenasianed it was a party all right
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Barzal97 I met a girl with crazy shoes and baby blues. The way she moves is changing my whole world.
Yourusername crazy shoes are my specialty 😘
User7 OH?!
User25 my two worlds colliding
Yourbff if you don’t take care of her, I’ll kill you with your own skates
Barzal97 uh
Yourusername babe, we talked about threatening people on the internet
Yourotherbff but mom!
Yourusername no!
Titobeavi she’s so out of your league
Yourusername thank you Tito. See you next week?
User85 she’s already met his bf?
Barzal97 I should hope so, she lived in NY all last year
User64 💀 he didn’t deny the bf allegations but omg they’ve been dating a year?!
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Yourusername save a horse, Vancouver Edition
Yourbff what?
Yourusername save a Zamboni, ride a hockey player 😏
Yourbro 🤮
Barzal97 🤦‍♂️ (I love you crazy woman)
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the-blind-assassin-12 · 9 months
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Recall - Part 1
A LONG F*CKING DAY
A/N: Howdy, friends! I am SO excited to kick this one off. This story has been in the works for a little over a year, and after spinning it around in my head like a rotisserie chicken, I am VERY pleased to say that it is finally Yee Haw Time. I have posted four short (the longest one is under 3k words) “teasers” leading up to this series, and they should probably be read along with it to get the full effect. They can be found on the series masterlist. This one is definitely going to be a bumpy ride, but I hope if you choose to read along you will find it worth the twists and drops. It is set during the events of Kingsman: Golden Circle, and that’s the last thing I’ll say about that. 
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: language, violence, gunshot wound, mild smuts, lots of angst, Jack Daniels himself. 
Summary: When Jack is shot on a mission with two Kingsman Agents, he’s treated with Alpha-Gel and rushed immediately back to the lab at Statesman HQ - where you, Ginger’s lead research assistant, wait to assess and reverse the damage. For Ginger and Champ and the other Agents, things like this are all just part of the job. For you, though, it’s a bit more complicated. 
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It had been a long day. 
No, that’s putting it too damn lightly. You pressed your thumb to the pad near the handle of your front door. The reader scanned your print, a thin blue line of light moving across it to identify the loops and whorls as your unique set. Letting out a sigh as the device beeped, you keyed in the code and heard the lock click as it opened. Today was batshit insane. 
A welcome rush of cool air greeted you as you stepped inside, and you let your heavy eyelids fall shut as you exhaled. You were tired and stretched thin and still in shock from the day’s turn of events. But at least it’s not hot in here. You slipped the shoes from your feet, stepping first on the heel of your left and pulling it free of the ankle boots you wore. Repeating the action with your socked foot on your right heel, you kicked them aside. They tumbled to join the small collection of footwear near the front door of your apartment, the three-tiered rack full of sneakers and sandals and other styles you hardly ever wore. 
Sighing heavily, you hung your keys and ID tag on the peg next to the light switch and flicked it on. The empty room came fully into view then and you gasped. Locking on to the mirror on the far wall, you nearly mistook your own reflection for an intruder. The skin under your exhausted eyes was puffy and swollen, the bottom lids rimmed red from rubbing at them. Your hair was a mess, the bun you’d had it secured in now loose and hanging low at the nape of your neck. Several pieces stuck out all over from the habit you’d formed of scratching your scalp with the end of your pen when the answer to a problem you were trying to solve continued to evade you. Wrinkled, untucked, and worn for going on 36 hours, your clothing only added to your general unkempt appearance, the look of utter deflation that was written all over you. 
Fuck, I look...
Closing your eyes, you released a slow breath through your nose and swallowed the chunky block of emotion threatening to rise into your throat. No wonder Ginger said what she did. You looked like absolute shit, but you were the farthest thing from surprised about that fact given the events of the last day and a half and everything that had gone wrong. Oh, Jack. His face flashed behind your clamped lids then as though you needed the reminder of just how close of a call it had actually been, and you shuddered, glad that you still had a hand on the wall near the light switch to help steady yourself.
He almost… he could’ve…
You didn’t know how to finish that thought, though, because the truth was that technically he had died. There was no almost about it. Luckily, the younger of the two Kingsman Agents Jack had been out with was quick-thinking enough to locate and use Jack’s Alpha-Gel, despite not having received the training that Statesman Agents did on how to do so, and it had been applied rapidly enough to start reversing the damage immediately. But the fact of the matter was that he’d been shot. In the head. At point blank range. And even with the advanced healing technology available at Statesman, there were never any guarantees that an Agent would wake up. 
He will this time, though. And that’s all that matters. 
For now that had to be enough. You reminded yourself that he was out of the worst of it now - that he would live and that if all went well, he’d regain his memory and would be back to the man you knew in a shockingly short amount of time. Ginger had started running the Recall program - something she would only do if all of his vitals were stable - right before all but ordering you out of the lab and back to your apartment. 
“I… I can’t leave him alone like this, Ginger.” There was no need to pretend that your desire to stay by his side had anything to do with research this time. Your study on the effects of the nanites and the way they knit brain cells back together had already been completed and submitted to Champ for review. But more than that, Ginger knew how you felt about Jack. “I’ll just-“ Your eyes scanned the room and landed on one of the empty bays, the cranial device lifted away so that it was essentially just a bed. “I can sleep here and-“ 
“No.” She shook her head, her short hair swaying above the collar of her white coat, her decision firm. The expression she wore was gentle and sympathetic though, as she reached for your shoulders with both hands. “Gonna put my foot down on this one. You’re running on fumes, Maraschino. Between the extra hours you put in when Tequila went down and all of this?” She gestured vaguely at the lab. “You’ve done all you can tonight.” But- She sighed, lightly squeezing your upper arms before dropping her hands to her sides. “I’m sorry. But you need to get some real sleep. And some food and maybe a shower.” 
You nodded, your attention shifting from her eyes and falling behind her, where Jack lay motionless. The sight made your whole chest ache, made your breath shudder. It was bad enough knowing what had happened to him, what he’d suffered physically to put him there. But unlike the last time you observed him undergoing the Recall procedure, this time you knew what his trigger image was. This time you knew exactly what was waiting for him when he woke up - the soul shredding loss of his wife and the son he never got to meet. 
And you knew not because you had gained access to his file through higher clearance. You knew because Jack had told you. 
“He shouldn’t be alone.” Your voice - thin from exhaustion and tremulous with worry - was hardly audible when you spoke, and at first you weren’t sure if you had actually said the words aloud. 
“He won’t be.” Ginger shook her head again, the motion smaller and slower this time. “I’ll stay. I haven’t been here for two straight days like you have. Besides, I have some files from Merlin to go over. I can do that here and keep an eye on Whiskey.” 
It wasn’t a perfect solution, but as long as he wouldn’t be left alone in the cold, dark lab, nothing but his own worst memory to keep him company, you agreed. Not that you had any say in the matter. Ginger hardly ever pulled rank on you, but you knew she was only seconds away from doing it then if you made it necessary. Licking your lips, you swallowed and finally brought your eyes back up to meet hers. 
“If I’m not back, will you call me before you wake him up? I… I want to be there.” 
She gave you a nod and a soft smile. “Of course I will.” 
Glancing down, you turned your wrist to check your watch, where you had set a countdown for the time left on Jack’s program. You had to blink the bleariness from your eyes to read it, the green-blue numbers seeming to shake against the dark screen before they sharpened enough for you to make them out. 
6:38:23 REMAINING
You stared at the seconds, watching the digits change as you let out a breath, and then dropped your arm back to your side. Okay. Moving on autopilot, you bypassed the kitchen and headed straight for the bathroom. Though you hadn’t had a real meal in over twenty four hours, you had absolutely no appetite. I can grab a protein shake on my way back to the lab. It would be easier to stomach than something solid, or at least that’s what you told yourself. I just need a shower. And some sleep. 
At the very least, you knew one of those things was possible.
Avoiding the bathroom mirror so you wouldn’t make eye contact with yourself again, you reached for the faucet and turned the hot water on. Wisps of steam billowed out over the top of the glass enclosure, the air in the room warming as you stripped your clothes off and left them in a heap on the floor. Reaching behind your neck, you undid the clasp on your necklace - the only piece of jewelry you ever wore to work aside from your comm watch - and coiled it in the little white dish on the counter. The shink of the chain and then the plunk of the pearls strung along it as they hit the ceramic were sounds that normally started to set your body at ease, especially when mixed with the rhythmic rainfall of the water. It was routine, something you did every night as you wound down and readied yourself for rest. 
That night, though, you hardly heard them. 
Regardless, you moved on with your process, stepping into the shower and pulling the door shut behind you. For several minutes you simply stood under the spray, eyes closed as the water soaked your scalp and skin, running down your spine and dripping from the ends of your hair to roll over your shoulders and chest. The steam in the air made it slightly easier to breathe than it had been for the past few hours, and you took a few full, deep breaths, bringing your hands up to your head and pushing your palms back over your hair. Fuck. A sob fell from your lips and you didn’t try to keep another from following it. You needed to cry, to let everything out that you’d been holding in since the call came into HQ that there was an Agent down. As a Statesman medical research tech you couldn’t let emotions get in the way of your work, no matter how you felt about the man currently convalescing in Recall bay two. But off the clock you were beholden only to your heart and the way it clenched painfully with worry and fear. 
Oh, fuck, Jack, you have to be okay.  
The thing between the two of you wasn’t exactly new, but it had been becoming more and more serious over the past few months. What had started as harmless - if not a bit shameless - flirting had given way to a mutual interest and attraction that sparked a flame from the very first time he cupped your cheek with his large palm and kissed you. It had grown since then, the two of you sharing your bodies and giving each other small pieces of your stories at a time. 
It had grown enough for you to know that you loved him. But those words had yet to make it from your lips to his ear. In that moment, all you wanted was the chance to tell him, even if he wasn’t ready to hear it yet. 
Finishing your shower, you toweled off and brushed your teeth before dragging yourself out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. Changing into a set of sleep shorts and a loose tee, you finally climbed into your bed and peeled back the sheets to slip between them. The fabric was cool as it fell over your legs, and you let yourself sink into the mattress and pillows. 
But as you lay there in the dark, desperate for a few hours of respite from the emotions and adrenaline, all you could think of was the last time he was there between those sheets with you - and how maybe he was ready to hear those words. You rolled to your side and stared at the empty space beside you, letting your memory take you back to that night.
Eyes still closed, he blew out a breath as your fingers traveled into his hair. “Hot damn, darlin’, that feels incredible.” 
You couldn’t help the smirk that dragged its way across your lips at the change in his voice. Humming, you lowered yourself completely until your chest was pressed to his. “See what happens when you’re not rushing to put your boots back on, cowboy?” 
The boots in question still lay where he’d kicked them off, discarded on the other side of the room along with his jacket and the belt with the hefty silver buckle that you’d relieved him of hours earlier. From there, a trail of leather, denim, corduroy and suede, his clothing and yours, led to the bed where the two of you were tangled. It was longer than he had ever stayed with you, typically needing to rush off to a meeting whether virtual or in person. Once or twice he’d even had to leave quickly on a classified mission. Today though it seemed neither were calling him, and while you tried not to think anything of it, it was hard with the way he was reacting to such an innocent, casual touch. Swiping the tips of your fingers over his temples again, your smirk became a full on grin as you watched the muscles of his throat work down his swallow. 
It could be like this all the time, Jack. 
His large, rough hands slid over your skin, following the contour of your spine. “Seems I’m gonna need to find a better way to juggle my demanding schedule so that we can find ourselves in this particular situation with more frequency.” He took one hand from your body to lift your chin, the other settling at the small of your back, and found your eyes with his. “What’dyou think?” 
You felt your heart stop and laying that close you knew he felt it, too. Not fair. It was all you’d wanted for months now, ever since that one time had turned into many, many more. But you knew where he stood on taking things anywhere past sleeping together. “I fell in love once, darlin’, and I’m still deep down in it.” That’s what he’d told you when you’d first started this thing, and you knew better than to press him on it. You didn’t press yourself on it either, fooling yourself into believing that you wouldn’t love the way his boots looked on your bedroom floor. Or the way his scent clung to your sheets. 
But I do. 
Pushing that from your mind, you recovered and answered him. “I think it’s worth a shot, Whiskey.” 
He had asked you not to call him Jack in bed, and though at first you flinched each time you were forced to use his code name in lieu of his real one, you’d quickly gotten used to the condition. But this time when you did, you saw his eyes narrow, a look you thought was close to disappointment flashing in them before they widened and brightened again. What? Why did- You cut your own thoughts short then as your fingers found a small divot just beyond his hairline, slightly above his ear. Huh? What’s that? 
“Hey… D’you have a scar here?” You ran your fingers through his hair again, spreading the thick dark locks so you could get a closer look at what you’d found. Funny, I never felt that before… don’t think it’s in his chart, either. There was definitely a circular indentation there, though it looked old, completely healed over, and suddenly you were overcome with the notion that you were likely the only living person aside from Jack himself who knew it was there. 
He chuckled through a lazy smile. “You tell me, gorgeous. By now I’ve lost track of ‘em all.” Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he tightened his hold on you and flipped you over so that you were under him. The gasp that the quick reversal made you draw slipped out in a sigh as he settled his weight down on you. “You wanna see if you can find another one?” 
Yes. You wanted to know all that you could about him, because there was so much that he couldn’t share with you. You had worked within the Statesman organization for years before your path crossed his, so you understood the need for all of the closely guarded “company secrets”. As a senior Agent, Whiskey had access to information that would make most people’s heads spin and you knew that. 
Hell half of what I know would make people’s heads spin. 
The point was, you knew enough to know that what you didn’t know about his work- the details of his missions, the meetings- was for the best. It was safer that way, for you, for him, the other Agents, everyone. Your job was to assist Ginger in the lab, helping to ensure that Agents were always receiving the most cutting edge, top of the line treatments and care. Your clearance level was only as high as it needed to be, and you were fine with that. 
What you wanted to know about Jack had nothing to do with what made him a great Agent, and everything to do with the things you knew he could share with you but chose not to. 
I just want to… 
You knew about the woman he’d loved and lost, that she’d been carrying his child when she was taken from him. You knew that the cluster of three aster flowers tattooed over his left pectoral were in memory of the family they never got to be. Your heart shattered when he’d shared that part of his past with you, and ever since he had you could see it in his eyes; a deep sadness that swirled just beneath the surface. He never told you anything more about her, never gave you anything else about the incident and you respected him enough not to ask. You looked up at the man, his face hovering inches from your own, and threaded the fingers that were still buried in his hair around to the back of his head, flexing them to tighten your grasp. He groaned, like you knew he would, and his eyes darkened, erasing the sadness. 
I just want to make it easier for you, Jack. 
“No,” you finally answered him regarding a hunt for more scars on his body, even though you were fairly sure you’d just located another divot at the base of his skull with your pointer finger. “I can think of better ways to spend our time, J-“ 
Fuck. 
He cut you off then, kissing you before you could either finish his name or correct yourself. His hips dropped over yours as his tongue parted your lips, and the sound you made was one of complete shock at how intense his kiss was. You knew he had heard you almost slip. But instead of making him pull away like it had once or twice in the beginning, it seemed to spur him on. 
Interesting…Are you changing the rules on me, Daniels? 
Your thoughts were broken up as he brought his left hand to the side of your face, simultaneously tilting your head for a better angle and dragging the pad of his thumb over the rounded top of your cheek. His right hand traveled slowly up from your waist to your ribs. You responded to his touch by rolling your hips up into his while you pressed his bare back down on top of you. Still kissing him, you smiled against his lips at the tickle of his mustache near the corners of your mouth. Using that as his invitation, he slipped his tongue through your grin and licked a breathy moan out of you.
God, I could kiss him forever. 
He continued to kiss you for a few seconds longer, the movements of his lips slow and intentional, but Jack was the one to pull away first. He didn’t put any distance between your bodies, though, shifting only enough so that he could look at you - and at what he was doing. The hand that was on your ribs moved to where the chain of your necklace lay pooled against the center of your chest. Rolling one of the pearls between his rope-roughened fingers, he pulled away from your lips and gazed down at you with nothing but mischief in his eyes. 
“Wanna see somethin’.” He mumbled, maneuvering the small white orb in his grasp. “Hold still.” 
Pinching the pearl, he brought it over to your left breast, the chain uncoiling over your skin. Carefully, he set the gem on the peak of your nipple, pressing only enough to keep it in place with his pointer finger. “What are you-” Your question never made it out of your mouth though, and your eyes snapped down to your own chest to watch. 
Your breaths became more ragged as he dragged and rolled the pearl over your pebbled flesh, the delicate links in the chain brushing over the sensitive bud to make you suck in a gasp. He used the pearl to draw a series of circles both tight and close to your nipple as well as looser ones that extended out to the soft swell of your breast, and then let it go, the chain going slack against your body. “I’ve been thinkin’ about what that would look like for too long.” He brought his eyes up to yours again, that devilish curiosity still present in them. “Better than my wildest dreams.” 
You hummed. “Felt amazing, Whisk-” Throwing your head back suddenly, eyes shut, you sucked in a breath that instantly came back out in a moan as he brought his hand down between your bodies to slide two fingers into you. 
Oh, fuck.  
Curling his fingers, he leaned down and kissed you again. Hard. “Use my name.” But his growl was whisper soft against your lips as he unfurled his thick fingers inside of you, pushing deeper. “Please, darlin’. Wanna hear you say it.” 
You whimpered at the need in his voice as he said the word please, twisting his wrist so that his thumb could plead at your body, too. “Feels good, Jack.” You sighed, heat blooming simultaneously in your chest and lower belly at the moan he let out when he heard you say his name. 
You had been crying without realizing it, salty tracks running down your freshly cleaned cheeks to dampen your pillowcase. Eventually the tears stopped and you felt yourself finally give over to sleep, body feeling heavy and thick as you were pulled under. Stretching your hand out over the sheets beside you, you closed your eyes and let one final thought echo through your mind. 
I love you, Jack. 
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The sound that woke you wasn’t the alarm that you had synchronized with the Recall program - it was a message alert. 
What? Did I miss the alarm? Is he-
Blinking rapidly as you inhaled deeply through your nose, you sat up and looked down at your comm watch. Your heart pounded and your head felt fuzzy and it took you more than a few blinks to focus your vision, eyes blurry after crying yourself to sleep. When you did, you saw that the countdown was still ticking away, and while it was close to done, you hadn’t missed anything. 
1:18:03 REMAINING 
Just below it on the display screen, though, another text box popped up just as your phone chimed on your nightstand, signaling a new message. 
GINGER ALE: MARASCHINO - GET BACK TO THE LAB ASAP - SOMETHING IS WRONG. 
No. You felt your throat tighten, trapping your heart inside of it as you read the words. No, no, no. Scrambling to free your legs from the sheets, you swung them down and over the side of the bed. No, Jack. You stood, your shaking hand flying out to turn on the light and blast your room with brightness that your eyes weren’t ready for. You were glad you hadn’t eaten anything when you got home, because the wave of nausea you felt then surely would have made you sick. 
No. He has to be alright. 
Licking your lips, you read Ginger’s message again, trying to calm your panic enough so that you could get yourself dressed and back to the lab as quickly as possible. What does it actually say? There were no codes used - Code White for when a reset didn’t take, Code Blue for when it did but only partially, Code Red for when an Agent was in critical distress. She didn’t… she didn’t use a code though, so… You took a steadying breath and let it out slowly. So it’s… whatever’s wrong, it’s not… 
He wasn’t dying. His reset hadn’t failed. If your countdown was correct - which it was - he wasn’t even awake yet. You allowed yourself to take what relief you could from those facts. But it was fleeting comfort when you realized what Ginger’s lack of code usage actually meant. Whatever the problem was, it was one that had never been encountered before. You would be completely in the dark. 
You reached for your phone, responding to Ginger’s message to say that you were getting dressed and would be back down to the lab as quickly as possible. Crossing the room in three brisk strides, you opened your closet and threw on the first pair of pants - a dark chocolate brown pair - and top - a light beige button up blouse - before heading for the bathroom. Fingers already gathering your hair at the nape of your neck as you moved, you used one hand to twist it into a bun, the other grabbing for the elastic on the counter that you’d taken out of your hair earlier, securing it again.
Arms coming down to your sides, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Good enough. You were about to turn away and make your way out to the front hall, but your eyes, wide and alert despite only getting about four hours of sleep, caught on the gold chain that was coiled in the dish next to the faucet. The memory that had played out before came back in flashes - the way the delicate piece of jewelry looked and felt in Jack’s hands, the way that since that night, whenever he saw you wearing it, he always made it a point to touch one of the pearls. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed the chain and clasped it around your neck, tucking the length of it beneath the lapels of your shirt. Alright. Time to go. 
As you leaned against the wall to shove your feet back into your boots and take your ID badge down from the peg, you blew out a breath. It had been a long fucking day. And it still wasn’t over. But all you cared about was the man laying in bay two, and getting back to him in time to help Ginger figure out what the fuck was wrong before the problem got worse. You could sleep later, when he was back on his feet and calling you darlin’ again. When he was healthy and safe and out of the woods. The panel next to your door beeped and the lock engaged with a click as you shut it behind yourself. 
I’m coming, Jack. Hold on, I’m coming. 
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heart-of-a-rose · 1 year
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✨au✨where Alex is still the most all-powerful person around, but they never turned to villainy. Not even heroism, either, just your average run of the mill op person. Maybe they work in a coffee shop¨̮
Morgan is still a D-tier villain, and still becomes their favorite person tho🥰
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Smoke Show
@background-noise-headache earnestly requested a prompt in the steddie tag, and I wanted to try to answer the call💙 Hope I did it justice!
It wasn’t a habit that Steve fell into knowing what kinds of things he’d eventually see. Wasn't something he ever anticipated using for the added purpose of settling his nerves.
Smoking the odd cigarette used to mean a few stolen moments with a nice girl against the side of a building, and maybe the evening would be setting in slowly, the sky shifting with an array of colors that she would comment on, and he’d agree before taking the chance to offer one to her too. They usually said yes.
And he’d always respond, turning on the charm, lighter in hand,
"Pretty girls never light their own cigarettes."
Which leads to now, an evening at the quarry with the kids scrambling in the background to build a fire to warm up with after a day of swimming, Robin and Nancy doing their best to fend them off from the marshmallows and hotdogs before they’ve even finished, Jonathan and Argyle unbothered with the chaos as they move at a more sedate pace to divide and set up their pile of camping gear- and Eddie, slack jawed with his own cigarette held frozen in front of his mouth, sitting next to Steve at the edge of the water, while Steve abruptly comes back to himself, his lighter still in hand ready to light.
The familiar words have already slipped from his tongue, hanging precariously in the air around their heads, and he cringes with a smile but doesn’t pull away.
“Oh, sorry man, force of habit from some old friendly flirting.”
And Eddie, ever the kind of guy to roll with the punches, only blinks before he bats his eyes and leans forward to accept the offered flame, the silence lasting for a solid five seconds as the butt of the cigarette catches for Eddie to purse his lips on the inhale. It breaks when he exhales an exaggerated, “Wow,” smoke escaping in a wispy burst.
“To think, that for a single golden minute, I was a pretty enough girl in the eyes of the Steve Harrington to get the moves put on me,” he leans into his space, and Steve laughs, the tension that was winding up his frame easily slipping away. Eddie wasn’t someone he needed to worry about with jokes like that, or someone that he needed to hide from. Even when they sometimes felt like a little something more than just a simple joke.
“It’s not like that,” he says eventually, huffing a laugh when Eddie quirks a brow, a silent challenge as he takes a longer, slower drag.
Steve swallows, throat going dry, and he has to shake his head a couple times to clear his suddenly distracted thoughts, hands coming down from where he’d been about to light his own.
“Fine, it's not just like that," he amends, "I mean, sure I’d say that to girls sometimes, one’s that I was interested in. Everybody has to have some signature moves, right? Lines to fall back on?” He flashes another deliberate smile, this one all bravado and forward enticement, as if it’ll help prove his point, that Eddie scoffs at.
"Yeah, obviously." The response is dripping with sarcasm, but he thinks he sees a blush there too, so he counts it as a win. What exactly was he winning? Didn't matter.
"But I said it to guys too, it wasn't a gendered thing to be polite to a ‘pretty girl’."
"Oh? Is this you telling me that you like to charm off skirts and pants?”
He asks it lightly, and Steve tilts his head at the honest curiosity. Eddie isn’t malicious as he seems to be looking at Steve more carefully, and he knows he would accept him as he was. Probably. He knows. Repeats the sentiment in his head a few more times for good measure and works to match his tone.
"No, uh, not back then."
There's an implication there, something he'll let Eddie examine closer if he catches it.
"'Guys' is a bit of a generous stretch I guess, you already know I was friends with Tommy-"
"Hagan?"
"The one and only. I know he wasn't- he isn't really good people, but it doesn't really change that he was my friend. We had good memories- is it bad that some of them make me smile sometimes? Cuz that's what this one does." His voice gets quieter the longer he speaks, and he takes a breath when Eddie scoots closer, pressing their shoulders together.
"Course it's okay." The reassurance feels generous, but Eddie claps his hands twice, jostling him enough to disrupt the train of thought, "Come on big boy, I wanna hear how you were but weren't charming off skirts and not-yet-pants, let's stay on track."
"Right, right," the nostalgia soothing itself into something more pleasant at the prompting, he flicks through his memories. "I'd do it to Tommy too. Say it. The first time, I fully admit to doing it because I wanted to be a little shit," he holds up a hand with a grin, "Don't even start. So I say it- call him a pretty girl and I light his cigarette, and he just laughs and his face gets, like this shade of red, like I'm talking something fiery, and he sputtered so much trying to tell me that he was ‘the manliest man on the block actually’, and ‘wouldn’t I like to know’ and- I just never stopped after that. Because he'd always laugh, always blush, and then he'd cap it off by pushing at my shoulder really fast, but not in that way that guys do with each other for the sake of being rough, you know? Just to touch, it felt like."
Eddie hums beside him after the laughter has faded from his voice. They’re both smiling out at the setting sun over the water, the kids have settled into some sort of semblance of calm amongst themselves, the other young adults chatting close by. It’s peaceful, and they’re together, and it’s safe.
"That sounds really nice."
Steve shrugs his free shoulder, fiddling with his lighter and unlit cigarette. He'll put it to use when Eddie pulls away. He doesn't want to be the one to do it first.
"And what about you?"
Furrowing his brows, he tilted his head to look at him sideways. Eddie was already facing him, visibly debating something as he bit at his lip. They were close, and if he turned to him head on too, they'd be even closer.
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145 notes - Posted November 14, 2022
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Out of Reach, Eyes on Me
Eddie explains to Robin, as best as he can, what it feels like to be cared for by one Steve Harrington.
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   Robin hums, noncommittal and coolly indifferent to grab Eddie's attention when she slips into place by his side.
   Not that he wasn't already aware of her approach. Of her casual display of wandering closer.
   He feels the familiar weight of someone's gaze, and smirks into his drink, tipping his head up and back, presenting a slow show of his neck as he takes a sip. He knows he makes a pretty picture, and he's rewarded when Steve turns away. Hiding the splash of pink he knows he'd see if he chose to saunter up, reaching out to tilt his chin and-
   Maybe it was a good call for Robin to actively draw his attention. But she doesn’t tease him about his straying awareness when he peers over at her, not this time. Instead, seeming for all the world like she was gathering her own courage to ultimately ask,
   "Does it ever bother you?"
   Eddie turns his body to face her, shoulder against the wall, head ducking to hear her better over the music. It doesn't stop him from pushing his hair back from where it falls forward, moving to tie it up into a loose ponytail with a scrunchie while Robin graciously takes his cup. The red fabric was an eye-catching color against his dark and unruly hair, and it's a look that he's trying to work out a certain someone's opinion about.
   He has enough self-control to not glance up and away again, enjoying the simple thrill of feeling seen even if he doesn't take the time to confirm it.
   She takes a sip before passing it back, face twisting briefly at the unexpected sweetness, and he huffs out a laugh. Taking another swig before tilting his head.
   "There's a lot that bothers me, Buckley. You're gonna have to be a little more specific if there's something you've been thinking about."
   It's an honest answer, something easy to admit because she wouldn't hold it against him. Not if she was trying to be serious.
   People pass by without paying them any attention, and Eddie softens his demeanor as Robin regards them, her back firmly pressed to the wall, eyes roving.
   This is more her scene than his, a majority of band kids crowding the rooms available to them, parting and converging in a way that afforded the two of them a unique sort of privacy. No one around bothers to linger and look too closely at the way she clarifies,
   "Steve. The way you act with him."
   He's starting to catch on, but the dots aren't quite connecting and he lets it show.
   "It's just that," she takes a breath, hand coming up quickly and giving up her own sloshing drink easily when Eddie darts out to grab it, “I’m not blind about the- the pet names and the touching when he lets you close, which, dude, is pretty often- more often than a lot of us are allowed to be, and you’ve gotta know that. If you weren’t already aware, I’m telling you now, that you can get away with doing things to push his buttons the way others can't, anyone else, and that has to mean something. Or! Or the giving him interesting things that you find on the ground, and we both know he’s probably kept it all, and-,” her voice cracks. She breathes. Crosses her arms and gives up her vigilance over their surroundings to face him fully. “You’re not hiding.”
   And it was true. Everything she’d said and then some with the time Steve and he would spend together outside of even her watch. Eddie wasn’t in the business of lying to himself. He discovers something new and he pokes and prods it into the light so that he can dissect it and understand. He’d done it to discover his passion for music- listening and then later on making it. Had done it to lean into figuring out his love for storytelling and DnD. For finding out he’d only ever like boys, and that he had the potential to love one someday. For learning that Steve Harrington was someone he thought about on accident more often than not, and that that wasn’t something to push away. That it made him happy to act on a variety of impulses in order to express himself, especially with as gracious a recipient as Steve always was.
   So yes. He nods along with every example, and takes a stab in the dark.
   “So you’re worried about… my ability to be discreet?”
   At this, she rolls her eyes and levels him with an unimpressed look.
   “Any crowd could be the wrong crowd to be yourself in Eddie, I know you don’t need me to tell you that. You’ve been smart about that sort of thing for as long as I’ve ever known about you.“ She holds up her hands, loosely approximating air quotes, saying, “That Munson kid is, eh, the eccentric sort, listening to that loud music of his, not acting how I’d expect, and certainly not dressing in anything that matches my strict ideal of a hearty, all-American young man in, the middle of nowhere, Hawkins-fricken-Indiana.”
   He snorts into his drink, grinning back when her expression cracks and she shoots him a small smile. “That’s a kinder way to put it- nicer than what I usually get. Got any other technically accurate flattery for me? You did forget to mention my very real, not at all fake, cult following after all.”
   Even though he can feel Robin restraining herself from rolling her eyes again, he’s still amused when she elects to stay on track.
   "My point is- you know how to be yourself without other people… well, without making the average person that isn't already a twisted angry bigot think you're a target worth going after."
   He brushes past the acknowledgment with a wave of his hand, as if he could physically shoo away the compliment. "Idle gossip with plausible deniability. It just makes it easier for the small town masses to find me palatable."
   "And that took work, Eddie. A lot of effort that you still put out into the world to scratch the surface of being yourself, so no, I'm not worried about your discretion."
   Alright then, it didn't matter what other people thought, at least not to Buckley for this particular riddle. The way he expresses himself to Steve, however- that might be the key. And Eddie is happy, so so happy, to keep going as he is, and he didn't plan on trying to stop anytime soon. To hide. Steve was different of course, and.
   Ah.
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258 notes - Posted November 1, 2022
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Haha, would be kind of funny if there was a Cinderella!au where Eddie was the wayward prince who is preparing diligently for his life on the throne, but still takes every opportunity he can to slip away from the bustle of palace life to visit the surrounding kingdom
And maybe he meets and becomes fond of a particular group of kids, entertaining them with his boisterous personality and storytelling skills, always promising to return and following through
And one evening he meets a boy who looks to be around his age who is even more familiar with the children than he is, who slips into a role of looking after them individually and sends them on their way home because their parents will be worried for them for a variety of reasons as twilight begins to settle into night
He is careful when he offers them sanctuary if they should want it, but otherwise sends them all on their way with a warning and a grin when they hug him/wave him off with a roll of their eyes and a not-so-hidden smile/ say thank you and go on their way
And then he turns with his full attention on Eddie when they are alone, and that care hasn't slipped from his face, only shifted into something more polite because they're strangers, but night is still setting around them and he's earnest when he offers his home again, and Eric Edward Phillips Augustus Charming Munson III doesn't hesitate to accept.
(well- there is some hesitation, but only so far as to pause for long enough to inform the inn that he had planned to stay at that they no longer needed to consider his room occupied, please keep the payment for the inconvenience)
And it's not a modest estate that Steve shows him (his name was Steve, last name ignored, and he'd extended his hand and committed to a formal introduction that Eddie had entertained for all of five seconds before returning an amount of energy uncalled for for the simple exchange and only the return of his nickname in kind, but it had made Steve crack a grin, amused and curious as Eddie followed along, beside, and around him as he made his way home).
It's impressive and speaks to some level of social standing that Eddie tries to puzzle out. Wouldn't they have met before now if that were the case? There were plenty of gatherings that were both formal and not that were meant to facilitate a sense of social standing and familiarity amongst even the lowest of the nobility in the kingdom, and yet he was at a loss.
Steve is gracious to offer him food for them to eat together, and the warmth of a fireplace that he prepares himself, and doesn't even make mention of any sort of servant under his employ that could assist.
Eddie apologizes and confesses his hopes that he isn't disturbing him too greatly as the head of the household, and Steve's smile turns wry as he admits that his parents hold the honor of that position, and can otherwise have the luxury of being unbothered by their combined presence and lack of decorum whilst being away on one of their many trips to neighboring kingdoms.
Says that if it doesn't bother Eddie, that he is the only one around that can help see to his needs if he should want anything by the next morning before he turns away again to gaze at the light of the fire.
Eddie mulls on this for a moment. Listens to the ambient crackle of the fireplace, and then beyond that, to the gaping emptiness of the house. It evokes an emotion he cannot quite name to imagine Steve alone in this place, and shakes his head against some of the thoughts that he'd immediately imagined. It was conjecture.
But when Steve doesn't leave to retire from the couch that they'd settled on as they continued to talk quietly, Eddie doesn't make to do so either, and they rest side by side under a shared blanket.
Eddie rushes to leave the next morning, a whirlwind of thanks and shared smiles with Steve as he heads off, ready to inform the palace guards that are no doubt a bit anxious after was not in the vetted inn, and that he has not, in fact, been kidnapped, but he makes a point to stop by the gate when Steve sees him off, pauses to promise that he will return to visit the kids again, and that he will surely pester Steve for more of his hospitality.
And he does- he visits the kids and continues to learn about their lives and encourages them in their budding trades and aspirations, and when the night draws near, Steve is there like clockwork to send them to their homes or lead them to his, Eddie readily in tow with his own presence and offerings of payment in turn (be it trinkets or baubles or other such manner of things, all of which had just struck him as something that maybe Steve would enjoy? Better to bring it than to leave it.)
And then there were the days where he would pester Steve for company for it's own sake, just the two of them, wheedling his way into helping with the upkeep of the house, of the surrounding land, and the animals that shared in it so as not to disturb his personal routine of life, days where he learned that, yes, actually. Steve was alone here. That he often was. That he was wearier than he liked to let on, but was more than capable of completing what he'd set his mind to.
It still worried Eddie.
And then.
And then, comes the announcement that there was a royal ball that was going to be hosted by the palace, and come on Steve- won't you go? Please, for me?
And Steve is a bit apprehensive, hedges about the return of his parents around the approaching date and that throws Eddie for enough of a loop to give him pause and a want to push, but Steve brushes past it with a promise that he'll go to see him, maybe even dress up in something fitting for the occasion and Eddie is satiated for this silent compromise of his company, even if he can't share everything kept unsaid behind closed doors
Steve never has anything unkind to say about his parents, and is careful around their image. Similarly, there has not been a kind thing to mention in passing as well, but Eddie can read between the lines. Can pick up the hints and crumbs that he has been entrusted with, and nowadays, Eddie has a more accurate imagination compared to that very first night that he'd tried to think of Steve alone in that house. It isn't a prettier picture to then.
And still, after all this time- it hasn't slipped that he is the prince.
But that won't stop him from scheming. From planning.
Eddie thinks, hopes, prays- that he can convince Steve that there is a life for him away from an empty house that only has space for secretive, joyful memories.
And it starts with this, the arrival of an ornate envelope to declare the ball for eligible bachelors and bachelorettes from far and wide, and the promise that Steve will attend from his very own lips.
He wouldn't break his promise.
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My #1 post of 2022
Eddie getting turned into a cat and being found and taken care of by Steve mother fucking Harrington and of course it's this rich asshole, but you know what? He's confused, hurt, and hungry and this guy is rich enough to solve at least one problem without exacerbating the other two
So yeah, he gets fed after throwing the biggest fit he could manage in this weird, furry, nine pound body; and sheltered from the bad weather and nasty people that have an absurd vendetta against black cats
But it doesn't take long for him to notice a few things-
First and foremost, Steve isn't an asshole to cats. He tries to pet him once, and certainly says he would like to try and pet him again on multiple occasions- but he gives him his space after the initial hiss and swipe. Let's him wander, and doesn't make a big deal of the way Eddie sits and stares at him, trying to puzzle him out
Second, it's kind of odd that if it weren't for Eddie, he'd be all alone in his big house. No parents and no signature parties on the horizon that he'd think The King would be on top of, but no. It's a pleasant night spent in more often than not for this quieter version of Steve that he's learning about.
He watches movies and listens to the radio and tries (and fails) to read a small stack of books that he grumbles about specific kids being too obsessed with (but there isn't a mask when he softens and talks to Eddie about how he'd still like to connect with them over something they enjoy, or even when he gets frustrated and admits that the words swimming in front of his eyes makes it frustrating when he can even squint enough to read them. Eddie has hopped up close enough on more than one occasion to investigate the pages of the books that Steve presents to him, and if the thought of a cat reading cheers him up after he gives up for the evening, well it's no one else's business that Eddie keeps doing it to smooth out the furrows between his brows).
Steve even plays tapes sometimes, making a game of 'hotter or colder' with Eddie's personal preferences as he yowls against some of his more garish choices or silent approval with a confused grin and quiet laugh
And third.
It's not Eddie's favorite observation, but Steve gets nightmares. One's that shatter the quiet of the house with screams that get cut off and leave him unsettled. He had investigated after the third time, and he doesn't want to know what kind of things in life would drive Steve to have a bat with fucking nails on hand, his eyes tracking and eyeing Eddie warily while he held the thing aloft in a white knuckled grip, back pressed to his own headboard with his legs all tangled up in the sheets.
He knows he's been a little shit, reveled in breaking a vase or two around the house and being picky about the food he consumes or the things they listen to, or the amount of time they spend together in the same space- but it's Steve. Steve only rolled his eyes with a smile at the very worst of his antics, and now he looked for all the world like Eddie would somehow become a monster or something if he was caught off guard for even a second.
It makes something cold and unsettling unfurl in the pit of his stomach, so he tries to do something about it.
Steve can't see very well in the dark, but whatever sight he has is enough to keep an eye on the slow path that he makes towards the bed. It can't be helped when Eddie has to move too fast to jump on top of the bed, and he freezes on the edge at the hitched breath that follows, the stuttered, staggered, jerky movement of his arms as he adjusts the makeshift weapon, but otherwise? Steve lets him creep closer until he's moving one paw at a time to carefully pad onto his legs and settle in his lap, leaning against his stomach.
It's not that hard to try out the whole business of purring when all he can think of is the thought of Steve hurting, and afraid of things that go bump in the night- things that he can't even imagine eliciting this kind of visceral fear response. It's not that difficult to purr harder when Steve slowly, slowly lowers his bat by his side (still in a tight one handed grip, still at the ready) and tentatively makes to settle the other hand into his fur.
'you're really soft,' is all he manages to say on the matter, and Eddie doesn't really like that his voice cracks, his heart aching for him, but there's not much he can do at the moment, nothing more than being there for him until he falls asleep again or finds the strength to make it through a new day when the sun begins to rise.
Eventually, becoming human again is a god damned relief, and resolving to try to become a human magnet for one Steve Harrington is something that would have surprised him before everything that's happened. But he catches sight of him around town, and maybe it's wishful thinking, but he just seems sad.
What does manage to throw him off guard, is how willing Steve is to let him in when he tries. It's a pleasant surprise for the both of them.
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doing mighty fine and u ? 🤠
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safety pin (ow highschool au)
summary: jesse and genji make a promise to each other and maybe, this time, two wrongs will make a right. read it on ao3
a/n: this is very based off the song safety pin by 5 seconds of summer bc im on a mcgenji and old 5sos kick rn. Featuring an american high school written by a british first year college student. Also jesse and hana are jack and gabes kids ok good cool also genji is trans and lucio is enby ok bye 
genji and jesse use he/him, hana uses she/her and lucio uses he/they
Ships: mcgenji, a sprinkling of bunnyribbit and background reaper76
word count: 1.2k (this is the longest fic i’ve ever written holy shit)
tw for mentions of transphobia and gender dysphoria/ self deprecating talk
Jesse just wanted to get to his locker. But instead, he was greeted with a crowd of people shouting horrible things at someone. Upon further investigation, he saw two people being targeted. And when the taller boy saw the green, he knew it was Genji and Lucio. 
Genji could usually stand up for himself, so why wasn’t he? 
Before anything could happen physically, the vice principal, Jack Morrison, appeared with his husband and head of phys ed, Gabriel Reyes, in tow. They were the teachers in charge of the GSA and they were also Jesse’s parents. They both knew how much Genji meant to Jesse, and how much Lucio meant to Genji so they were always first to take their side whenever anything happened to them.  
“Get to class, all of you!” Jack shouted, his voice laced with anger but also an attempt to stay professional. Gabe weaved through the crowds in an attempt to get them to disperse, before he caught the dickheads responsible.
“Principal's office. Now” Gabe scowled, his voice also laced with anger.
 As the crowd cleared, Jack spotted Jesse and Hana, worry plastered on their faces.
“Jesse, Hana, stay here.” he said, his voice much softer. He had a soft spot for any of the kids in the GSA, he’d been in their position years ago and was glad to give them the help he wished he had. At this point, the GSA was just the entire queer population of the school and no allies, but that was fine. They could all just unapologetically be themselves, without the fear of judgement. The GSA was the safest place in the school to be for them. 
“I’ll let your teachers know what's gone on and have them mark you in for the rest of the day but you don't have to go to class.” He was addressing the four of them now, voice still soft but laced with concern for the green duo. “I’ll write you all hall passes but you’re free to sit in our room if you want to. I’ll also notify all staff about what’s happened and I’ll be in my office if any of you need me.” 
“Thank you, Sir.” the four of them said in somewhat unison. Once Jack had walked off, Hana rushed over to Lucio, who was leaning against the wall and still shaking from the encounter.
“Lú! Are you ok?” Hana asked, concern now laced through her voice. She cradled Lucio’s head in her hands, rubbing away their tears. 
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, Hana. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. I guess I deserve it, wearing a skirt to school” they replied. Being one of two openly trans people in the entire school was bound to go wrong at some point. 
“Shut it, dingus. We both know you don’t deserve it. It’s not our fault people are transphobic assholes.” Genji chimed in. 
“Exactly!” Hana said. “Now, let's go sit in the room and fix your makeup. You deserve to feel pretty, baby.” With that statement, the pair set off, hand in hand, to the room that GSA meetings were held in, leaving Jesse and Genji alone in the hallway. Genji was still processing what happened but Jesse pulled him back to reality.
“Our spot?” Jesse asked, voice quiet in order to not disturb the students learning in the class opposite them. Genji just nodded, and after Jesse got his bag from his locker (which was the only reason he was in that part of the school anyway), they set off toward the exits.
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“Thank god I got some snacks, I forgot we were gonna have a shorter lunch. I’m starvin’.” Jesse started, plonking himself down on the ground with Genji following suit opposite him. “You ok darlin’? Ya still look scared. How come ya didn’t stand up for yourself? I know you can, the entire grade has seen ya do it before.”  Genji chuckled and sighed, before replying.
“I was already having a bad enough day with my dysphoria and I was talking about it with Lucio when someone overheard us and.. yeah.” 
“Oh, baby, I-”
“No, it’s fine.” Genji said, cutting Jesse off. “They’re right, I’m not a real man and never will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to break up with me, Jesse.” Genji couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and before he could say anything, he was in Jesse’s arms. One of the few places he felt safe. One of two places where he could exist without judgement.
“Dumplin’, I know it’s hard but please never believe anything those assholess say. You’re not only a man, but you’re MY man and I’m not going anywhere. Nothing will ever change that. Ever. They’re just asshats that lack so much self confidence that they tear others down.” Jesse said softly, cradling his lovers face in his hands, wiping away tears. 
Genji melted at any nickname Jesse gave him, especially dumpling. It came from an in-joke on their first date, where Genji had compared himself to a dumpling, small and bite sized (compared to Jesse anyway) and the nickname stuck ever since. 
“Do ya want me to do anything, darlin’?” Jesse murmured, rubbing circles on Genji’s back in an effort to calm his tears.
“No, this is fine for now.” Genji barely whispered, not even daring to look up at the brunette. Just as Jesse was about to reply, his phone pinged. 
buncha fuckin misfits
padre: the dickheads have been dealt with and they’re outta here
gaymer gorl: good riddance lmao
boy scout lookin ass: those kids have done this multiple times and i’m surprised it took this long to expel them 
boy scout lookin ass: how are gen and lú by the way?
gaymer gorl: i redid Lú’s makeup and they’re back to lookin fabulous!
yee to the haw: just givin’ gen some cuddles, he was already havin’ a bad day with dysphoria and he just needs some convincin’ that he’s stronger than he thinks. he’ll be ok :)
With that, Jesse shut off his phone and turned his attention back to the green haired boy in his arms. The brunette ran his hands through the sea of green hair beneath him, letting out a low whistle when he realised how soft it was.
“I redyed it last night” Genji said, his tears having pretty much run dry at his point. 
“Well, ya better tell me what hair products you use, darlin’. Wish my hair was as soft as this.” 
Genji let out a chuckle, which made Jesse smile. He’s getting there. 
The pair stayed like that for some time until Jesse had an idea. He reached over to his bag and pulled a safety pin off the strap, handing it to Genji. Before Genji could question him, he began to explain himself.
“ Maybe we can safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together. We’ve both been hurt so much in the past, and we’re obviously gonna wanna be whole in the future. So, I’ll give you this as a promise, that I’m always gonna have your back and the one on my bag is your promise to me, that you’ll always have my back. Make sense?” Jesse said, pinky extended towards his love, smile creeping onto his face.
“Of course.” Genji replied. “Besides, maybe, this time, two wrongs make a right.”
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Can we hear about the Disaster Trio IN the Hockey Au?
[my longest yee-haw ever]
D has tried many times to teach remus the subtle art of sinning while the ref is not paying attention. however, remus is a Chaotic Dumbass who Fears Neither Referees Nor Death, so the lessons never stick
he sins a little less once logan joins the team though, because logan can be,,, scary. 
(logan, tired after killing off three of remus’s penalties in one period: if you end up in the penalty box One More Time, i will make sure that you return to the university in a hearse.)
D and remus once made a bet with the entirety of the team that they could get logan to dab in an actual, live game. they told logan about the bet, told logan that they would split the winnings three ways, and logan obliged. (he claims that it was only for the money, but it was also just Extremely Gratifying to watch over half of his team lose a bet about him). it is the easiest $80 that each of them has ever made.
D once scored in overtime to win a game and proceeded to skate all the way to the other side of the rink so that he could tackle logan in a hug
sometimes, in warmups, D and remus will mess around and just,,, try to nail each other in the ankles with the puck. (why are they Like This)
sometimes, when a defenseman breaks their stick and the team is on the defensive, an offenseman will hand over their own stick for the defenseman to borrow until the play is brought to a stop. remus always offers his stick to D when this happens – although it is admittedly because 1) he can make jokes about D taking his “stick” (“remus, please fucking perish”) and 2) because the visual of 5′4″ D carrying a stick made for 6′3″ remus’s lanky ass is Extremely Hilarious
D and remus Can and Will spam every photo of logan put up on the team’s twitter with their dumbass comments (Remus: miter logan ur so sexy can i ples hav ur autograph)
logan can lift both remus and D at the same time. they learned this when remus attempted to bowl D and logan over during their post-game hug only for logan to effortlessly catch him as well
D always knew he was gay, but damn. 
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percy-the-penguin · 3 years
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About the author!
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It is me, it is she, it is the...Percy the Penguin (Y’all can also call me Sawyer or Sunny)
They/Them Pronouns please
Pansexual
Fandoms: Six, Heathers, Willow, Wicked, Steven Universe, Gravity Falls
I answered a list of questions under the cut
1. What is you middle name?
❃ Elizabeth
2. How old are you?
❃ A Minor
3. When is your birthday?
❃ February 14
4. What is your zodiac sign?
❃ Aquarius
5. What is your favorite color?
❃ Pastel Green
6. What’s your lucky number?
❃ 22
7. Do you have any pets?
❃ Yes, 2 dogs and a cat
8. Where are you from?
❃ A Place :)
9. How tall are you?
❃ ....5′1
10. What shoe size are you?
❃ Lol no idea
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
❃ 3
12. What was your last dream about?
❃ I got turned into a penguin. It’s been a reoccurring dream and it’s a time
13. What talents do you have?
❃ Idk I guess some would say writing
14. Are you psychic in any way?
❃ ???
15. Favorite song?
❃ You can’t do this to me but if I must choose, No Good Deed from Wicked
16. Favorite movie?
❃ The Fox And The Hound
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
❃ aHaHa
18. Do you want children?
❃ Ehhh
19. Do you want a church wedding?
❃ Anywhere as long as my love is happy <3 (Wish I had an s.o)
20. Are you religious?
❃ Yes but chill and gay
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
❃ Yes many a time
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
❃ Nah
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
❃ Nope
24. Baths or showers?
❃ Both-
25. What color socks are you wearing?
❃ White and Lime green
26. Have you ever been famous?
❃ Hahahaha no-
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
❃ idk people gives me anxiety so no
28. What type of music do you like?
❃ Musicals.
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
❃ Nope
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
❃ 3
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
❃ Stomach. Like a weirdo
32. How big is your house?
❃ One story
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
❃ Cerial. iM a CeRiAl KiLlEr AhAhAh
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
❃ Yee haw hell yeah I have 
35. Have you ever tried archery?
❃ Yep-
36. Favorite clean word?
❃ Funkey
37. Favorite swear word?
❃ Bitch
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
❃ 5 days :)
39. Do you have any scars?
❃ Yep
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
❃ Nope
41. Are you a good liar?
❃ Ig
42. Are you a good judge of character?
❃ Not really, I trust to easily
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
❃ Not at all lmao well besides sothern
44. Do you have a strong accent?
❃ Not really
45. What is your favorite accent?
❃ SOTHERN
46. What is your personality type?
❃ I took a test on this Adventurer Personality ISFP-A / ISFP-T
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
❃ A beanie
48. Can you curl your tongue?
❃ Yes
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
❃ Innie
50. Left or right handed?
❃ Right
51. Are you scared of spiders?
❃ Arachnophobia gaaang
52. Favorite food?
❃ Mac and Cheese
53. Favorite foreign food?
❃ Sushi
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
❃ MESSY-
55. Most used phrased?
❃ “gUYS OH MY GOD WAIT-”
56. Most used word?
❃ “Funkey”
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
❃ Depends on the day
58. Do you have much of an ego?
❃ Eh not really
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
❃ Suck you swine who the hell bites it
60. Do you talk to yourself?
❃ Yes
61. Do you sing to yourself?
❃ All the time
62. Are you a good singer?
❃ Nope
63. Biggest Fear?
❃ Clowns
64. Are you a gossip?
❃ No ew
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
❃ I don’t watch those-
66. Do you like long or short hair?
❃ Short
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
❃ I can try-
68. Favorite school subject?
❃ English
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
❃ Introvert
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
❃ Yes
71. What makes you nervous?
❃ Everything it’s really dumb
72. Are you scared of the dark?
❃ Yes, personal reasons
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
❃ Nope anxieties a bitch
74. Are you ticklish?
❃ yes-
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
❃ no
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
❃ Yes. Everyone regretted it
77. Have you ever drank underage?
❃ Yes but on accident..
78. Have you ever done drugs?
❃ No
79. Who was your first real crush?
❃ A boy named Logan who dated me for a week bc he felt bad ;-;
80. How many piercings do you have?
❃ Just ears
81. Can you roll your Rs?“
❃ No
82. How fast can you type?
❃ Not very
83. How fast can you run?
❃ Normal speed..?
84. What color is your hair?
❃ Readish brown (close to ginger but more brown)
85. What color is your eyes?
❃ Green
86. What are you allergic to?
❃ Nothing :)
87. Do you keep a journal?
❃ Yes-
88. What do your parents do?
❃ Victim Advocate and CEO
89. Do you like your age?
❃ Sure?
90. What makes you angry?
❃ Not much. Bullying, racism, homo/transphobia, harassment
91. Do you like your own name?
❃ Yes
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
❃ Ah-
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
❃ aH-
94. What are you strengths?
❃ Writing, loyalty, creativity
95. What are your weaknesses?
❃ loyalty, trusting
96. How did you get your name?
❃ I gave it to me myself
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
❃ Nah
98. Do you have any scars?
❃ Yes-
99. Color of your bedspread?
❃ Sky blue
100. Color of your room?
❃ Pastel yellow
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emberphantom · 4 years
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MY LONGEST YEE-HAW EVER 
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rowan-guerrins · 4 years
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uhhh 31 to 45?
31- What position do you usually sleep in?
I normally sleep really twisted around, kinda tilted? so that my upper half is on whatever side (though more of a ¾ deal than a perfect ‘on my side’), but my lower half is twisted so that it’s ‘stomach’ down (more like hips down), and my legs are kinda wildly splayed. It’s comfy but I’m sure it doesn’t necessarily look it lol.
32- How big is your house?
Fairly big, but not massive? It’s a little over 1,600 square feet (in two levels). 
33- What do you typically have for breakfast?
Lmao WHEN i have breakfast it’s normally a quick pastry of some sort (generally a croissant), though sometimes a kind bar or something like it. On weekends sometimes my dad will make hashbrowns, bacon, and toast or biscuits and gravy, though that’s generally a brunch more than a breakfast, timewise.
34- Have you ever fired a gun?
Yes, but only a pellet gun. And a paint gun, but that doesn’t count lol.
35- Have you ever tried archery?
Yes! A local summer day-camp I’d go to had two archery ranges we’d sometimes visit, and more than that I’ve otherwise done it for girl scouts. It’s fun lol 
36- Favorite clean word?
Hm. I like eschew. Acquiesce(d) is a good one, too.
37- Favorite swear word?
Any variation of fuck or maybe dumbass.
38- What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
Ffkldfjslkdfs over I’d estimate about 36-40 some odd hours. Junior year yee haw.
39- Do you have any scars?
I have some acne scars and a few odd (though mostly faded) scars from being clumsy. I think my most prominent scar is right by the corner of my left eye (literally like a few millimeters away from the crease of my eye aflkjadskf) from when I??? somehow??? Managed to tear or cut it open going down a slide in the first grade asjflksdfds.
40- Have you ever had a secret admirer?
Uh not that i recall/know of?
41- Are you a good liar?
Depends on the lie, and who I’m lying to lol.
42- Are you a good judge of character?
Generally? Though I sometimes ignore my better judgement because I would literally rather Die than be confrontational because anxiety.
43- Can you do any other accents other than your own?
Yes (well is arguably a different story). I can do a pretty good general southern accent. I can do a stereotypical (and probably not great aklfjsklfdjds) russian accent, a overblown French accent, sometimes I can do a cockney, I can do a general ‘proper’ English accent sometimes, and occasionally I’ll be graced with the ability to do an Australian accent (though it rarely happens on command lmfao). If I’m around an Irish or Scottish accent for long enough I can start to kind of pick it up.
44- Do you have a strong accent?
Aglkjdflkgjdklfsg not by my standards? Probably I have a strong-ish Northern Cali accent but I’m definitely not the best judge of it because I’m so used to it.
45- What is your favorite accent?
To do? Russian. To hear? Irish.
Send me a number between 1-100!
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coldasyou · 5 years
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my longest yee haw ever
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yvoi · 5 years
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35-38 owo ?
yee HAW
35. Have you ever tried archery?
I have!! multiple times, even :-D it feels very intuitive to me so I want to join an actual guild and learn more about it
36. Favorite clean word?
not an actual word but I really like how the surname Ashnazai in nightrunner sounds (the z sounds like a [t͡s] to me)
37. Favorite swear word?
cunt
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
broe like....... 3 or 4 days during the blur that was my last week before final project deadline
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fourthlinebestline · 5 years
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MY LONGEST YEE HAW EVER
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💘 + 707 and 606 pls! (and thx)
HEADCANONS MEME: DATING EDITION!! | @intergalacticxmisfits
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where they first met and howAll working in canon here, they first met when Mariah joined the RFA by pure accident and scam :D I’m fairly certain Seven probably harboured most suspicions for the longest (possibly only on par with Jaehee), but also, which should I consider utmost canon here, only his Route, right? AAH the trouble with multi-route games
how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involvedThis is only the second question but I’m longing so hard to include their holiday at Mariah’s farm WHEN CAN I MENTION IT- ahem, a few weeks I would say? What can I say, Mariah STOLE HIS HEART
who fell for who first ( if applicable )Again, this question is one I find no interest in replying to because it’s just not something I believe can be determined with confidence. But if I may place a hypothesis: I think it was Seven.
where their first date was and what it was likeWELL, CANONICALLY, SHOULD WE COUNT THEIR... SECRET AGENT MISSIONS AS DATE- I think I’d actually like to discuss this with you, because it intrigues me B)
who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )I think... wasn’t there a moment where Seven actually... does ask? WELL either way, I headcanon if Seven were the one to ask first, depending on angsty circumstances or lack thereof, it might have either been just very intimate, y’know, just a quiet gentle conversation, and then maybe he’d do it again in a more ‘Seven Style’ and like... make a cake explode and a neon sign burst out of it saying ‘WILL YOU BE THE YEE TO MY HAW?’
who proposes firstPutting aside eventual doubts on the concept of marriage and fears on Saeyoung’s side, I think this could also go to Seven, if we keep it traditional and all that. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I’D LIKE TO HEADCANON? That they both do it at the same time in their own silly flashy ways without knowing the other was planning to.
if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right awayHmmm, if it’s set in a world after the entire secret endings and just when everything has settled to a somewhat normal life I doubt there would be reason to hide it? I personally headcanon Saeyoung to be the kind of boyfriend who, like... his entire snapchat is him just gushing over how beautiful and perfect and cute his girlfriend is, so really
where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )Can there be another exploding cake- At a disney park sounds actually like something that could happen, but Saeyoung might also just try to stage something ridiculous at Mariah’s farm
if they adopt any pets togetherAs a cat lover and someone who has raised her fair share of both kittens and puppies and knows about all the nasties and diseases and all that jazz, please don’t ever let Saeyoung own a cat because I get his good will, BUT THE POOR FURBALLS- Putting that aside, THEY GOTTA BECAUSE THEY BOTH LIKE ‘EM AND... oh my god the pigs at the farm, can they name them all together and call them their children
who’s more dominantWhat context are we working in here, because I’d say Saeyoung for tradition alone (y’know, the male in the equation-) but I wouldn’t be surprised if Mariah took the reigns quite often, she’s COOL AS FUCK, and Saeyoung is putty in her hands
where their first kiss was and what it was likeCAN THIS BE AT THEIR FARM TOO... No matter the location, I can absolutely imagine it being one of those movie-like kisses where they’re just talking softly and then someone makes a joke and they laugh and it gets really quiet and they both just start to lean in and it’s soft and wholesome?
if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )Matching hoodies with cat ears, matching onesies (cat onesie for Sev, pig onesie for Mariah, but they switch sometimes which is ridiculous considering size difference), matching headbands that they got at Disneyland and still wear sometimes, matching shirts with silly text on them, ALL THIS STUFF
how into pda they areHMM, I think they would keep it to hand holding and arm-wrapped-around-waist scenarios? Basically, just common stuff, nothing too intimate
who holds the umbrella when it rainsSaeyoung because he’s taller I’m guessing, BUT you know that drawing? That showcases how each different person would carry the umbrella for someone? Seven is the last drawing where he just puts his jacket over his head and hovers over her and they run through the rain screaming, wait I’ll find it EDIT: I FOUND IT OMFFG
where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )I’m... lowkey starting to think amusement parks OR OR LIKE UHM IN THE COUNTRYSIDE? THOSE FAIRS WITH LIKE COUNTRYSIDE STUFF
who’s more protectiveSaeyoung would die for Mariah and that’s... actually an understatement
how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )Shared a bed possibly less than have had sex, but I dunno actually :thinking:
if they argue about anythingMAYBE PLAYFIGHTS? Or maybe Saeyoung’s need to protect her by pushing her away, that’s reason for argument
who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )Why can’t this be pure- UH, I don’t know :’)
who steals whose clothes and how oftenSaeyoung is still sobbing that he can’t steal her clothes because they don’t fit him, SO MARIAH IT IS and every time she does and he sees her in one of his hoodies he dies, instant cardiac arrest
how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )ALL THE WAYS I HOPE
what their favourite nonsexual activity isHMMM... Cuddling? Or... playing video games together maybe? Pestering Jumin lmao
how long they stay mad at each otherSaeyoung takes one look at Mariah’s face and gets angry at himself because he can’t stay angry at her for like more than 20 minutes, don’t know about Mariah though, BUT YOUR FOOT DOWN MARIAH
what their usual coffee / tea orders arePhD Pepper, baby, and... anything that won’t make them sleep lmao
if they ever have any children togetherTHEY MIGHT WHO KNOWS WINK WONK
if they have any special pet names for each otherI’m WILLING TO PUT MY MONEY ON THEM HAVING. Princess, kitten, cutie, baby, Saeyoung would probably never stop coming up with new ones, Piglet (because of her pigs tbh), sunshine, my star, babe
if they ever split up and / or get back togetherNO
what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )Messy as all hell but it works for them :’)
what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was likeSaeyoung probably did something ridiculous again, UNLESS they spent it at Mariah’s farm, in that case it was probably very warm and homely and everything Seven never thought he’d get to experience
what their names are in each other’s phones'Eminem’ because her name starts with M, I’M KIDDING- or am I
if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )Buying... all... the couple... outfits at amusement parks?
who falls asleep first and who wakes up firstSaeyoung’s sleep schedule is a fucking nightmare, so I think Mariah falls asleep first and wakes up first because Saeyoung didn’t even sleep
who’s the big spoon / little spoonSAEYOUNG BIG SPOON KING BUT ALSO LIKES BEING LITTLE SPOON
who hogs the bathroomHave you seen Seven’s hair, it’s Mariah
who kills the spiders / takes them outsideMariAH LMAO
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newtstesco · 4 years
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My school is filled with cryptids and I’m cranky bc I’m the only human
So I’m pretty sure the government could kill me for figuring this out if I’m right but they’d just be giving me what I want so let’s yee and haw
Government Robot: this is the cryptid I’ve know the longest, she is a stinky bastard who doesn’t let me play music at lunch when it’s my designated day. I’ve never seen her cry since knowing her since the third grade, she can run way too fast, one time she started spouting numbers at random (serial number???), she just misses like 2-3 days at a time (repair days???), and she has no concept of pop music (has no clue who Taylor Swift is). She’s also missing a rib.
Thot demon: I’ve known her for a little less time, but she’s very thotty, likes homestuck, owns only black outfits, is a huge fuckin weeb, likes supernatural, is taking Latin, knows a scary amount about human anatomy, and dyes her hair out of spite.
Loki, probably: known this fucker since second grade and they ate paper then and not much has changed. D&D nerd (our campaign’s dungeon master), super fuckin loud, huuuuuuge science nerd, spams memes in the group chat, plays the trombone in marching band, and they have decent music taste
Immortal being: hes a bad boy, kinda, idk. He knows an unhealthy amount of history, like we didn’t learn that in class kinda levels, he really likes rock music, he’s in stage crew, very tall, the running theory is that he has lived thru every war and that’s why he knows so much history crap (says he fought in every war to be with the alien [see below] on the moon, when approached with me saying that’s kinda gay he replied with “not yet”)
Alien: very tall soft boi, likes Star Wars, like has Star Wars clothes almost everyday and Star Wars bags etc, he has a surfer haircut despite living in a landlocked state, very chill, tried to commit sepuku in Eastern Civ class with a pencil, is so down to be with Immortal being, and owns an unhealthy amount of nerf guns.
Mom demon: she’s very nice and I would die for her. She has decided to try and stop me from making bad decisions, she told the Alien to not do religious sacrifices in the classroom, was on costumes for crew at one point, is super rad and laid back, and she wakes up with bruises all over her arms (demon???)
Vampire: The Last Goth™️ at the school. He has a big brother/ little sister dynamic with the Hyper Werewolf (see below), looks like a text book goth vampire, very pale, says he’d like to sleep in a coffin, and is in stage crew.
Hyper Werewolf: she is babey and must be protected. She is my daughter, speaks way too fast, is Mexican but looks and acts like every basic white girl ever, speaks in Twitter Stan language, if she is a werewolf she’d turn into like a shitzu, and takes every opportunity for a hug.
Witch: known her for awhile, since like 3rd grade. She’s in percussion for marching band, very aesthetic, a recovering emo, likes Hosier and Cavetown, very bi, dyes her hair now and again, her house and dog are probably haunted, and she really wants to run away with a Forrest Wife.
Fae: dresses like a literal 7 year old (neon outfits, graphic tees, knee high socks), has a super high metabolism (ate a McFlurry every god damn morning for a semester), does something in marching band (idk what), crushes super easily, and used to be a horse girl.
Fallen Angel: is the sweetest person alive, you think she’s innocent and then says something terrifying, likes to write, wears the cutest outfits, and is in marching band (idk what she does either)
That’s all the ones I can name off the top of my head, I have to deal with all these over dramatic clowns and I’d die for them.
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