#and Loverboy is a he/him lesbian

[nightmareworks]

hi i've been making lancer microfic

its about Allison Wax, a girl who got herself installed in a secondhand cyborg body.

Its about Loverboy, a mech who loves his pilot in the way only a machine built to kill can.

Its about Her, the mysterious someone Allison sees in the mirror, for whom the body was originally built.

I hope you enjoy them.

Allison Wax woke up as she always did. Bits at a time. (Her brain always woke up first.) This seems like a perfectly reasonable place to start, in her mind (ignoring its obvious biases) [Her fingers always came too just next-], and she figured most people started the day this way. First you are aware you are awake, and bracing against the wave of conciousness (The alarm is going off) [-then her hearing, immediately amped down-], and then you're moving a little bit, stirring is probably the word to use, right? (Yeah, she figures stirring sounds right?) [Then her arms and her chest, and then she's all the way on]. She sat up and turned off her alarm with a lazy slap. (It wasn't really hard or anything, she wasn't angry at the alarm, it was just the best she could manage while she was waking up.) She tossed her covers up and off, steadying to her feet and up properly (As her mother would always say.) [You aren't up til you're standing, Alli.] It was a day off, the medical officers had told her she needed it, she'd been banged around on the runs and Trunk could cover her patrols now that they were within light of the gate. (She was fine. The armor hadn't been breached.) [Her Loverboy was fine too. He'd been through worse.] She didn't feel like arguing with them. They were giving her a job, after all. And they were better bosses than she'd ever had, so she wanted to listen. (Even a pity-job is a job, her mother would say.) [Man can't live without work, Alli.] She went to brush her teeth, running fingers through her hair and shaking out sleep. Brush, paste, a little water from the tap, and go to work. Routine, simple, just Allison and the mirror. (This was always the hard part of the day.) [But it was part of the day she had to get through.]

She had to look at herself in the mirror, and like always, make peace with it before she went on with the rest of her day. She had to take care of the person on the other side of the mirror, she reminded herself. So she looked in the mirror, and looked at the person whose body she was in. It wasn't hers, of course. Her original body had been recycled. (Protien by protien, unwoven and reworked.) That was how she covered the surgery to put her brain in a... what did the med officers call it? A full-body prothesis. It sounded way too polite to Allison's ears. Back in the Range, she'd just be a 'borg. (Lots of people were.) [Apparently it was harder to do in the rest of Union.]

Allison looked back at the mirror, and wondered again why Her bangs fell like that, naturally into place with the rest of the hair to make a perfect little style- one that hid the upper part of Her face, and played up the beauty of Her nose and Her lips. Allison did this every day (She tried to puzzle things out about herself.) [About the person this body used to belong to.] It was just something to do. The therapists on the ship had said it was a good idea, to look in the mirror every day and try to practice self love. Allison figured that was as good an excuse as any to try it, but got too caught up in the questions. (Who was She?) [And why'd She dump this body in the trash for Allison's back-alley surgeon to find?] Allison held up the brush and the the hand to the mirror, then spit. Like always, her sleep-shirt came off and Allison looked at her back in the mirror. Right there, in the middle of her back, was Loverboy's crude addition to the Belladona-Lux body She'd left behind for Allison. The ugly little nodes of his Chronos upfeed into Allison's spinal cord and kidneys.

Allison rolled her back, and the nodes twitched along with every other muscle. That was good. She was always still there, and her Loverboy would always have her back. She figured she oughta see him today, he'd done such a good job and everything with the pirate skirmish. She kept moving around her little conapt (She appreciated having space to herself.) [It was a premium on Ketherese.] {You got out, Alli.} and got ready. Her teeth were brushed, she had an outfit clean and ready in the closet, her boots were in the same place she left them yesterday. Allison stopped, and wondered for a minute, and flexed her back muscles in that way she'd learned to. (Squeeze, gently, lower torso, flex some internal muscle.) [Work the dregs of Chronos out of the little nodes.] She felt time drag out, and the world stop spinning. She cut herself free from gravity, and watched Her stand there, with the look Allison had put on Her face. Without gravity holding her down, Allison could think. Could examine. Could dwell on a question she thought was important enough to give a real moment.

Did She ever think about dressing the way Allison did? About walking with that swagger that fit better inside Loverboy than it did in any flesh Allison had ever worn? What had She worn? How had She walked?

The Chronos ebbs, and Allison slinks back into the skin that holds her brain. She holds up her hand, and examines the back of it, curling and flexing her fingers. She gently kissed the back of her hand and went out the door. Down the hallways. Towards the mechbay. She was gonna see her Loverboy, and let him know she thought of him.

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He sat waiting for her. He didn't sit, really. It was just the word to describe the mood. He hung from the standby bay's armatures, held up against the ship's gravity. He waited. For her. She was the light of his life, his girl, who brought light to his heart. He could only wait. He couldn't move without her. Within the frame, the C/Cs stir, the mute-drives sing to themselves. Ammo bins are counted and recounted, heat-vents stirred and hissed. He waited for her, running through everything. Had to be perfect when she arrived.

There'd been battle, and he'd been hit, but she was fine, and that was what he was for. He'd watched her pull his hands into place and put a bullet in the reactor. He lost some armor. The other mech lost everything. And she'd done it for him. She'd moved with him, as one, like electricity. They were bound together. He flushed the nanite tanks, and began producing more. They would need the chronos when it came time to ride again. He had to make sure he was perfect for her.

The mechtechs would watch him, in the standby bay. You could tell him apart from the crowd in a heartbeat. Everyone could. The long limbs of a spacer's frame, the delicate blade-legs of something not designed for in-atmo fighting, the ship armor hammered to his shoulders, the graffiti of butterflies across the matte-black of steel. He was a Lancer's frame. And he was proud of that. The mech techs whisper to themselves when they see his hands moving, twitching, flexing. Holding a rifle that isn't. Pulling a trigger that wouldn't. Killing tools are a long way off. But he has to be ready, in case she needs him.

There she was, she was coming to him now. He could feel her in the halls, his eye creaking and whirring into position to eye the door. The mechtechs don't like it when he moves. Why does he care? They aren't her. She loves him. He knows she does. The way she moves isn't right for the body she's in. She moves like she's in him, big, powerful, with strange swagger to account for the blades of his limbs. She's small though, small and built with proper calves and feet. She doesn't have to walk that way, but she walks like him. And that's how he knows his girl.

Her smile is like the sun for him. "There's my Loverboy." His signals flare. Numbers, data, readouts, everything she could ever want to know about him, he lays bare. The chitter-click-screech of him omnicaster leads into the booming scream of his warhorns. She looks at him with such affection.

He knows he's perfect for his girl.

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Loverboy moved like a frame possessed. She's with him, in him, her spine all bound up with his, and her breath is Chronos and his is death. The rifle barks, the blades of his legs twist and spark against the hull, and he's rushing under fire. She pulls the trigger for him.

"One." She counts for him. "Frame downed. Continuing action." Comes the CO's reply. She lets him scream, his warhorn booming against the cold of space. There's no Gravity. It doesn't ring like he wants it to. No atmosphere. But he has to scream, she put the horn in for him.

Allison twists her hands, and Loverboy banks (Allison pulls the trigger, and a mech blossoms against the void.) [Her fingers dance to adjust the verniers.], the shots wing past him. Pirate skirmish. Basic job. Security for the ship. (How she made her daily bread.) [Commanders said security patrols were optional.] And even if they were optional, she'd take them. Time dilates. It stretches out, and Allison is watching Her move. And Allison is watching Loverboy move. And Allison settles back into Her body, and into Loverboy's cockpit. She feels her nerves sing, and she picks the right choice. An interdiction shot whirls bye, detonating where Loverboy had been a moment before.

She pulls the trigger for him. "Two." She counts for him. "Frame downed. Continuing action." He wants to scream, but he muzzles. She's focused, and she's guiding him right. The rifle barks again, the rest of the squad is moving in now. His fire algorithms turn suppressive. He despises the other mechs before them. They're threats. They might hurt his girl. He wants to scream. Instead he fires, and the little machine the mechtechs like sprints past and under his barrel.

Allison twists her fire. Support, she has to let them through. The charge doesn't break. She stands in the breach she's made and she breathes. (She feels like nothing else.) [She feels like she's storming the gates of heaven.] Chronos runs along every nerve. She thinks, she moves just an inch, and her Loverboy dances on her hand. Allison knows, (she really knows) that she'll make it through this. "Three." She counts for him. "Frame downed. Continuing Operation." The others begin their own calls and responses along the tacnet.

He loves her so, as he touches down against the ship hull. His blades click against it as he strides. The wrecks drift off into the void. The twinkling targeting feed data highlights capsules of ejected pilots, collected by one of the hunting ships. The pirates pull back. She lets him scream. His body unfurls, every vernier and thruster blaring as the warhorn echoes in his own frame and his reactor spikes.

He adores her.

[corrodedcoughin]

90s au where stobin and Gareth and Eddie meet at a bar. How do they meet? Arguing over the bar’s sonic the hedgehog game. For months the two pairs have been playing it separate nights. Eddie and Gareth on Fridays (usually they have gigs on Saturdays) Steve and Robin on Saturdays (the Official start of their Saturdays nights). Both pairs unknowingly having vendettas against each other for the leader board (never the top spot, they accept they aren’t that good and it’s always headed by some guy called jargyle<3)

Anyway one weekend corroded coffin have a gig on a Friday so gareth and Eddie decide to keep their tradition alive but move it along to Saturday. They arrive at their usual time and set up shop at the game, quickly devolving into their routine of each others nicknames, Eddie being Sonic and Gareth being Tails. They are getting In The Zone when Steve and Robin arrive, absolutely OUTRAGED that somebody is at THEIR game and not only that! They’ve stolen THEIR names, Steve is Sonic, Robin is Tails. They plant themselves in a booth and order drinks, ready to pounce on the machine as soon as those two imposters move.

Only they end up maybe drinking more than expected, possibly riling each other up to the point of storming over to the two guys because how dare they steal Steve and Robins Saturday night ritual?! Their names! Maybe even their high score!

Gareth and Eddie are heading towards drunk themselves, losing more money to the machine than they can justify and over the top celebrating when they clear a level. Which is when Robin taps Eddie on the shoulder, spinning him round to explain Just How Rude he’s being with Gareth standing just behind Eddie’s shoulder, sipping his beer and squinting at Steve who is giving Scary Dog behind Robin. Gareth is maybe further gone than he realises because in the middle of Robin’s speech (which is very eloquent and impressive he must admit) he’s whisper shouting in Eddie’s ear ‘hey dude major hottie behind the cool lesbian. Want me to wing man you?’

And Eddie? Eddie slides his eyes over to ‘major hottie’ who happens to have the fluffiest hair and sharpest jawline he’s ever seen and whisper shouts back to Gareth because he too, is more drunk than he possibly wants to admit, ‘oh my god he’s so hot man, I think he might be a meringue. Menagerie? Mirage!’ And goes to extend a hand towards Steve.

Robin, now slightly endeared from being noted as a cool lesbian, turns to look at Steve who has his Loverboy Game Face on and figures she can swing this display of bad flirting into an opportunity to get her Saturday Night Ritual back on track. Nothing is getting in the way of her playing Sonic with Steve, it might just be a little detoured along the way.

[seraphim-coinz]

@slaughterboyf themed NPT!

Names: Alice. Wonder. Angelique. Echo. Mirror. Milo. Lovina. Joy. Dollie. Valentine. Soda. Tap. Berry. Fawn. Kewpie. Vanilla. Sweetheart. Gabriel. Wishy.

Pronouns: He/Him. H♡/H♡m. Chu/Chus. He/Hearts. Doe/Does. Pup/Pups. Rot/Rots. Sin/Sins. Doll/Dolls. Vamp/Vamps. Dei/Deities. Crave/Craves. Love/Loves. Sick/Sicks. Loverboy/Loverboys. Date/Dates. Ange/Angels.

Usernames: balljointedsweetie. nurseloser. angeldarling. sweetcherubbaby. deityboy. loveysick. infectedwithangelics. theboyfieofall. exholylove.

Titles: The Boyfie. [prn] who is a Darling. [prn] the Boy Bride. The False Prophet. The Darling Nurse. [prn] the Silliest Little Clown. The Clown who was Crowned.

Genders: Filthangelic. Angedien. Canniloveangelic. Angelsoftware. Canifepinkic. Amoralic. Pinkpatient. Nupinkre. Pinkdoctor. Genderdate. Dolldate.

Labels: Angel Lesboy. Angelibian. Peach Bisexual/Pink Bisexual. Cannibal Lesboy. Assigned Doll At Birth. Lovecore Transsexual. Doll Lover Lesbian. Seeby Sweetheart's Achillean. Pinkboy.

I hope this is okay!

[angeldcgs]

i added some new muses because i don't know the meaning of self control so like this for a little starter from one (or multiple) of them <3 i included mini descriptions for them but let me know if you'd like to know more!

giuseppe "gg" giordano (a.dam d.imarco fc)- he/him, 30, bisexual, switch, magician/street performer

a little pervy weirdo who uses close up magic to pick up women (unsuccessfully). needs to be slapped in the face.

logan baranski (k.risten s.tewart/k.atherine m.oennig fc)- she/they, 32, lesbian, dominant, contractor

based on corky in b.ound (1996). a private contractor who's usually hired for home renovations. a bit of a womanizer and a loner.

toby schaffer (d.ominic s.essa fc)- he/him, 19, bisexual, submissive, journalism student/aspiring music journalist

based on william in a.lmost f.amous (2000). he grew up with a helicopter mom who had very high expectations for him, which he usually had no problem exceeding. while he graduated high school a few years early due to skipping a few grades in elementary school, he ended up going to college for journalism rather than law, much to his mother's disappointment. since he grew up so sheltered and was always younger than his peers, he hasn't had many life experiences and is still quite naive.

holden rochester (m.ike f.aist fc)- he/him, 29, bisexual, submissive, reanimated corpse (former musician)

based on the monster in l.isa f.rankenstein (2024). in his former life he was an accomplished pianist and certified loverboy until his untimely demise. brought back to life by the power of love (and a conveniently timed bolt of lightning). very fascinated but also somewhat frightened by the modern world, is driven by the desire to protect the one who brought him back from the dead.

felix ackroyd (j.osh o'.connor fc)- he/him, 31, bisexual, switch, card shark/con artist

wins most of his card games by counting cards/cheating, and as such has a amassed a great deal of enemies who are out for blood. because of this he's constantly traveling, and since he doesn't have the best money management skills, he starts long distance online relationships with people to get them to fly him out, give him a place to stay, pay for his meals, etc. he keeps up these relationships for as long as they're convenient, but he ghosts once they stop sending money or start to get suspicious of his intentions.

vivian dunne (z.endaya fc)- she/her, 27, pansexual, dominant, former olympic track star

based on tashi in c.hallengers (2024). you know the vibes... former athlete, incredibly talented, dedicated, competitive, passionate, etc. until a career-halting injury. now she's turned to coaching/commentating, anything to stay involved in the sport that her whole life once revolved around, though she's still holding onto a lot of bitterness and resentment that she can't help but project onto the people she coaches.

[faeriecinna]

THE MAGICIAN: SPARK OF MAGIC (What inspired you to write your novel?) 

Project.Ink:

I wanted to write something purely self indulgent. Lesbians, Faeries, Irish Folklore & Mythology, Angst, Whump...... it's got it all 😅 Real talk though, my family are Irish and I've always been obsessed with our faeries - I wanted to play with the idea of the 'changelings'. Instead of human parents unknowingly having their baby swapped with a fae child, I wanted to do something with the concept of a faerie believing they're a human and only finding out later in the story that they were one of The Sídhe. And I wanted it to be gay. Thus, a queer, lovers to enemies to lovers, irish folklore, faeries vs humans novel was born.

Project.Seraph:

I fell down a 'biblically accurate angel' rabbit hole and thought about how FUCKING TERRIFYING it would be if angels existed and decided they were tired of our bullshit and started a war. And then in true Sav fashion I flipped my original idea on its head and made the angels the ones we should feel sorry for - hence my little baby Nevaeh was thought up. Obviously I needed an evil queen to ruin everything for everyone, and Teo..... was an afterthought 🥲 I ended up dreaming about Project.Seraph one night and loverboy just happened to be there so I fleshed him out and decided that if he infested my dreams before he was even an OC then he deserved some attention, and Nevaeh deserved someone to love. I wasn't gonna make it easy for them though lmao.

Project.Claw:

I listened to this song one (1) single time and decided that everyone deserves a gay werewolf love story (Remus Lupin I'm so sorry you never got yours). And I wanted to keep the murder because I'm incapable of writing a story where my characters don't suffer :)

[asvterias]

𝖵𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 ~ 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝖺

Warnings: Mild Swearing

Pairings: Angela x Fem!Sinclair!Reader

Summary: Spring Break has now begun, requiring physical contact with your best friends who recently moved to California. Unexpectedly, you may meet someone on your travels, unaware of the cliché that she upholds.

Tag List: @kurodach @wonderprince @janeswhore @maxmayfieldsrealgf1986 @yurdreamgirlfriend @unsheath @looney-looser2 @wrenbyxrs @spirit-tales111 @danielchopa1

Word Count: 3,645

Author’s Note: I don’t support Angela’s actions but I’m willing to write for her. Also, I tried to be descriptive of the blonde so please give feedback so I can work better on writing appearances. I used a fair mix between the names Jane and Eleven, so beware.

Spring Break is finally here and somehow, you convinced your parents to this mini getaway with Mike from Hawkins for two weeks.

Your hair was braided into this. This is how you were dressed heading to the airport. It undoubtedly complimented your cocoa brown skin and this style was certainly formulated for you alone.

You were glammed up for California and hopefully, it was ready for you too.

The plane ride over to California was approximately 4 hours and 30 minutes so it was a total buzzkill. While Jane was probably oozing with anticipation, you were dreading for even tagging along, now coming to the realization that you were gonna be a third wheel. At least, you had Will there to keep you company, who knows what you would have done if he wasn’t.

Once the flight was safely secured on the ground, you hopped out of your seat, tired of being cramped up. After you grabbed your suitcases from baggage claim, you set foot on finding your friends. Your eyes scavenged through the humongous crowd, looking particularly for two brunettes. Fortunately for you, Mike spotted them first and Jane called out his name which alerted you as well. By the time you reached there, Jane gave Mike a small kiss which soon transformed into a hug.

You noticed how Will acted around Mike and you felt bad for him, knowing that the Wheeler boy is excessively enticed with Jane to even acknowledge his affections.

“What, so I don’t get no hug??” You mocked when the couple pulled away from their hug.

“[Name]!” She squealed, immediately enveloping you in a tight hug. You rocked to the side a little bit, your smile widening with each rock, “I missed you the most.” She admitted.

It was an embarrassing scene, Will had intended for a hug but for some reason, Mike settled for an awkward pat on the back. You can notice the disappointment in his eyes and body language.

Once the hug had worn out, you pulled away, taking in her facial features. “Look at you, your hair has grown so long and may I say that you look absolutely gorgeous.” You compliment your friend, loving how she flushes when you play with her hair. Like a bashful child, she gently rocked back and forth on her feet, feeling exceptionally glorified by your comments. How do you still not have a girlfriend is beyond question, seeing as any girl would be lucky to have you. “You have to let me braid your hair one day.”

“Ok, I would love that!”

“Watch out Mike, I might be coming for your girl.” You taunt the Wheeler, bumping shoulders with him as the said boy playfully scoffs. It was nothing too complex, you flirt with your female friends all the time. It was your way of not getting your lesbian heartbroken all the time.

“Welcome to California, dudette.” Argyle greets you, pulling you into a welcome hug.

Argyle removes himself from the hug as he grins at you. “Let me take that for you.” Jonathan takes your suitcase, emitting a thank you from your lips.

“So, how’s the birthday boy, doing today?” You beamed, tugging him in a well-deserved hug. Will didn’t want anybody else to know but he really needed a hug today. He surely couldn’t get it from loverboy Mike so he’ll take what he can get. Besides, your hugs were also so welcoming and peaceful which is why they were best known.

“Happy birthday will.” You handed him a well-decorated gift bag.

“You remembered.” He grinned, taking the gift, peering briefly in the bag.

“Of course I did.” You replied, wrapping an arm around his shoulder in a friendly gesture, when a roll caught your eye in his hand, “What’s that?”

“Just something I’m working on.” He murmurs, clutching onto it tighter. Eyebrows were raised – mainly yours – but you decided to not push further until you arrived home and everyone else started to walk to the exit of the airport.

“You’ve got to tell me that you at least found someone by now,” Will states, helping you in the van. Once everyone was settled in the back, Mike shut the door and the van took off.

“Nope, still single as ever.” You shrug.

“Maybe you’ll find someone here,” Jane assured you, resting a hand on your thigh.

“A girl like me can only dream.” You dramatically gasped, resting your head on Will’s shoulder, awaiting the duration till you reach home.

Being queer in the ’80s was definitely shamed upon so you never took the chance; fear of being outed. As a matter of fact, you’ve never even told your family and Erica has her doubts about your sexuality but never confronted you about it. She knew whenever you were comfortable enough to come out, you would do it. So long story short, you only came out to your friends (including your twin brother Lucas) and Robin.

“Have fun, you guys.” Jonathan declares before Argyle speeds off. Walking into the place of entertainment, you were met with party music, multi-colored lights, and friends distributed into many groups.

“Come on, let's go get our skates!” The Hopper girl announces.

Once the group of four was buckled up in their respective roller skates, they decided to test the waters on the actual rink. It was a chaotic mess, you grabbed Will for support but then he lost balance making him yank onto Mike's shirt and on instinct, the Wheeler boy grasped onto Jane.

You all collided with a thud on the concrete rink but it soon erupted into laughter thereafter. Will suggested getting some milkshakes and settling down before returning back onto the rink. Everyone seemed on board and struggled to leave the rink.

You and Mike secured a booth whereas Jane and Will got the milkshakes. Jokes were shared and laughs were emitted, despite the loud chattering of bystanders – everything seemed to be going great. That was until a group of people, specifically, freshmen strutted towards the table. Although, one girl stood out in particular with her dark brown sleek eyebrows which lead down to her piercing hazel almond eyes to a round button nose, leading toward her downturned pouty light peach lips which outlined a heart-shaped face. Cascading down her shoulder-length natural blonde hair which traveled to her slender figure.

You glanced briefly at Jane who sat beside you as her fingers inched toward your hand. In response, you conjoined your hands together underneath the table.

“Who’s this?” A blonde girl rolled up towards your table, stopping directly to you, her manicured hands resting against your table. She slowly looks you up and down. “She’s cute.”

“Ummm…” Jane initiates, tightening her grip on your hand, “This is [name], one of my best friends.”

“You must be Angela, one of Jane’s friends.” You greeted her with a warm smile, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“You could say that.” Angela shrugs, looking back at her giggling friends before making eye contact back with you. “First time in Cali?”

“Yeah.” Agreeing sheepishly, a smile still present on your face.

“Well, then I’ve got to show you how to skate before you leave.”

“We’re about to finish our milkshakes fir—“

“I was just asking [name].” Angela finishes, giving a short glare towards the Hopper girl before smiling softly at you, once again, “if that’s okay with her of course.”

“Well, I just wanted to stay with my friends and as Jane said, we were soon finished with our drinks.”

“I’m sure Jane won’t mind, right?”

“No, go right ahead [name].” Your brunette friend spoke, even though it sounded a little strained. She slowly detained her hand away from yours, putting it back on the table. You were gonna question her slight hesitation later.

She grabbed your hands and pulled you away onto the rink, amongst many others. “Watch your step.” She giggled, holding your waist to keep you upright.

“How do you even balance these things?” You frustratingly asked, as your skates wobbled on the flat surface beneath you.

“It's easy, just watch.” She held onto your hands as she skated backward and swung you with her. You felt yourself wobbling against the surface but regained your composure as you felt more in control of the skates. Soon enough, you began skating by yourself and even tried it backwards, which you accomplished.

“There you go!” She cheered, moving around in the huge crowd of people simultaneously circling the rink. Gaining the new profound confidence, you skated towards her and clung onto her forearm before slowly sliding down to intertwine your hands together.

From a distance, it looked like you were really good friends but there was so much more than what meets the eye. Of course, they didn’t need to know that.

The blonde girl secretly glanced at your joined hands as her face became slightly tinted with red. What was this new feeling? Why was she feeling this way towards another girl? It felt abnormal to the blonde, to say the least. Why did she gain butterflies whenever she managed to gain your attention? Could she be questioning her sexuality? Your voice brought her out of her many thoughts.

“Do you want me to let off your hand, Angie?”

Not being able to trust her own mouth at the time, she profusely shook her head with a pleasing smile. Giving her a small awkward smile in response, she gripped tightly onto your intertwined hands, noticing how your smile widened at the outcome. You both continued to skate alongside numerous strangers who seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as you.

“How do you think [name]’s doing out there with your friend, Angela?” Mike questioned, his gaze stuck on you and the blonde between the array of people.

“Well, it looks like she’s enjoying herself.” The Byers boy decided that he had to tell you the truth about Angela – for the sake of his sister.

“Do you mind if I get your number?”

“Yeah. Do you have a pen?”

“Nope, but I have a marker. Will that do?”

“Of course.” She wrote her number across your arm and you did the same to her. After that, she waved you a goodbye before skating off the rink.

You waved over back at your friends. “Come on guys, join me!”

The brunette boy decided to confess to you later. Evidently, the boy wasn’t gonna let one tiny mishap ruin his birthday so he joined you back on the rink to which Mike and Jane shadowed. Truth be told, he ended up enjoying himself way more than expected.

“That was fun.” You sighed as you spat out the remaining toothpaste. After finishing your skincare routine, you placed your black silk bonnet on your hair, making sure to catch all of your braids under the material.

“There’s something that you should know about Angela,” Will states, bursting into the bathroom and tugging his sister alongside him. If there’s something about Will, it’s that he’s always honest – on your part anyway.

“Will..please…don’t.”

“Tell me what?” You questioned.

“Angela is a bully who targets Jane.”

“El, is this true?” Instead of answering your question, she held her head down shamefully and that was enough evidence you needed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you were so happy and I haven’t seen you smile that bright as you normally do.”

“Yeah, but I’m not that person who would date someone who treats one of her friends like shit.” You couldn’t believe it, Eleven was keeping her feelings down at bay for you. All because she wanted you to be happy with yourself. You had really taken a liking to Angela but you wish that it was under different circumstances. “I’m confronting her tomorrow.”

“[Name], please you’ll only make it worse.”

“Look, el.” You approached her, conjoining your hands together, “You are one of my best friends and you deserve the world. And I will personally kick her ass if that’s what it takes. I care about her but I truly love you. I love Jane Byers-Hopper.”

After breakfast, you were utterly determined to detain this dispute between Jane and Angela. Dialing her number on the phone which was mounted on the wall, you waited for her to answer the call. “[Name], I didn't expect a call from you so soon.” She twirled the colored wire between her fingers. The girl didn't want to admit it but listening to your voice made her perceive a fuzzy feeling in her heart – things that not even her ex-boyfriend made her experience.

“You’re bullying Jane, are you serious?”

“Oh…you heard about that…” You can practically sense her awkward smile, “Thought you'd never find out about that minor detail.”

“Find out?! How long were you planning to keep that from me?” You spluttered out, seeing Jane’s concerned face as she ate an apple.

“Probably till you left California.” She confessed, “Now that I’m seeing how much Jane means a lot to you, so I want to make it right.”

“Wanna do things right, apologize to Jane.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not apologizing to her.”

“Fine, then get rid of my number.” It became silent on her end, only her foreground being audible. “You made her life a living hell for whatever reason. I don’t date bullies.” Did Angela know that she was the first to string you in a romantic relationship? No. Were you going to tell her? Absolutely not!! You just made it seem like you’ve had a dating history so she’ll know that you’re willing to cut her off, right then and there.

“Okay, I’ll do it for you.”

“I don’t want you doing it for me, I want you to mean it from the bottom of your heart.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Don’t know, but you better pull your shit together Angela, or else don’t expect a call from me tonight.” You could hear her sigh deeply. “[Name]—” Beep. Slamming the phone back against its hook as it resulted in Angela’s phone going completely static. You were infuriated at the blonde girl, why couldn’t she just apologize to your friend?

“What happened?”

“The decision is totally in her hands.” You spoke, taking in a deep inhale to stop yourself from mistakenly shouting at the brunette. Besides, Eleven didn’t do anything wrong, she’s just a victim and as for Angela; you were certain that she’s just a footnote in your life as of this moment. “I am officially no longer associated with Angela for the time being.”

“You didn't have to do that for me,” Jane told you.

“I wanted to do it for you.” You insisted, enticing a small smile from her lips. “Now come on, let’s go braid your hair.”

It was a week later and still no response from the blonde. Your hopes were dashed and you were leaving in 3 days which meant that when you leave, Angela is still going to bully Jane and you only could have made it possibly worse. Maybe, your younger self was right, love is and always will be completely overrated.

Your ears perked up at the doorbell but remained rooted in the chair, looking down at the half-finished puzzle. Until Ms. Byers pulled you entirely out of your thoughts. “Can you get that sweetie?” Joyce asked you.

“Sure, Ms. Byers.” You replied, getting up from the table to answer the door. Swiftly unlocking the door, you were met with the familiar hairstyle of your not-so-favorite blonde.

“Hey, [name].” She greets, nervously playing with her fingers, seemingly avoiding your eyes. “Do you mind if I come in?”

“I don’t know, will you stop being a bitch to my friend?”

“I deserve that.” She sighs, holding her head down. Reluctantly, you moved aside, urging her to come inside and she followed suit with a tiny grin. Thereafter, you shut and locked the door behind her.

Just then, Joyce’s voice rang out. “Who is it?”

“Just one of Jane’s classmates.” You informed the brunette woman, who relentlessly went back to cooking lunch. Guiding the blonde into the living room as she planted herself a seat on the couch and you sat across from her, barely a few inches away from her.

“One mishap and I’ll make it seem as though we’ve never met.”

“Is that a threat?” She quirked an eyebrow with a teasing tone, leaning closer as if she was commencing a challenge.

“If you see it like it.” Now it was your turn to lean in, now your noses were barely touching, lips centimeters away and you could hear her quickened breath. Yep, there was no way that Angela was straight. She started to speak, “I’ve never kissed another girl before.”

“Well, luckily for you, I have experience.” Her eyes slightly droop to your plump brown lips as she let out a quiet shaky exhale. “Don’t worry, I’ll lead you through it.” Slowly, you raised your right hand to cup her cheek and she didn’t move away but instead found herself frozen in place. Was it the numbness of her current sentimental stupor, or, maybe, the pounding of her heart was becoming too loud for her? Or perhaps, it was the tingly sensation in her stomach which made her feel that it was too good to be true? You and her, in an intimate position, lips longing to touch the other; craving to be tasted.

You yearned to just close the tiny gap and make the connection of your lips tangible. Seemingly, a new presence overtake the private moment but you ignored them, still wanting to finish what you started.

Though when a voice speaks up, “[Name], what is she doing here?” The pair broke apart, either one of you not daring to look at the intruder as you kept your gaze on the floor and Angela kept running her hands through her silky blonde hair as her eyes were content on her lap. She felt the couch weight moving, your posture stood upright as you began talking to Eleven.

“She came here to make things right between you two.” You cautiously stated, unaware of how she might react to this change of events. As for Angela, she was still trying to contain herself as the fluttering butterflies were still present in her stomach. So after two minutes, she faced Eleven, still seated on the couch, creating immediate eye contact with the brunette girl. “Didn’t you?” Apparently, as the blonde stared at the hopper girl, she became unresponsive. “Angela! Snap out of it!”

“Ye-yes I did. Can we talk…in private?”

Jane looked skeptical at the blonde's preference of words. So with a stone-hard look, she spoke, “I don't want your fake apology.” The girl clicked her tongue in disappointment. But hey, at least she tried, that’s gotta mean something.

But when Jane meets your disappointed gaze across your features – even though you tried your best not to show it – her intimidating expression wavers slightly. Then, she remembers how you were the first one there for her when she escaped the lab and how you showed her what a period was leading to how a girl’s body functions, sharing your clothes with her. Even though she had a rough childhood, you made her feel a normal girl. You were her first friend and she didn’t want to lose you over her tiny grudge.

With a quick inhale, she spoke, “I guess a few minutes won’t hurt.” For some reason, you formed a small smile cause you knew if Eleven still had her powers, Angela would be deemed defenseless against the Hopper girl.

So you all walked to Jane’s room, not wanting anyone else to interrupt their conversation. “Could you, stay outside the door.” Jane pleaded with you, her chestnut eyes doe. “Just in case, Angela tries anything.”

“Of course, J.” You concluded with a firm smile.

She gently closes the door and a few seconds later, Will wandered down the hall with a concerning look on his face. “Whose in there with Jane?”

“Angela.”

“Angela? Angela, El’s bully?” Will exclaimed, completely frantic.

“Maybe she’s changed.” You awkwardly clasp your hands together. Who were you even trying to convince?

“We’re talking about the same Angela, right?!”

On the other side of the door, the teen girls began their conversation. “Jane, could we please get along at least for [name]’s sake.”

“Stop using my friend as a decoy and be honest.”

“I know that it'll take you some time to forgive me but…I really like [name] despite the short period that we've known each other.” She clarifies, earning a mini scowl from the brunette. “It was also very low of me to talk about your…father. I'll also get my friends to stop bullying you.”

Jane looks down, suddenly all shy as she fiddled with her fingers. “You promise, you won’t hurt her.”

“I promise.” She assures your best friend.

“Good. Then I suppose we could be friends.” Eleven finishes but there was another lingering question in mind. “Although, I never understood why you chose to bully me.”

“I guess I just saw how carefree you were and was jealous and again, I’m so sorry. Can we maybe…be friends?”

“If that’s what you want.”

Unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you opened the door taking the girls by surprise. “So does that mean you guys are friends now?”

“We’ll be working on that.” Angela chuckles, earning a chuckle from Jane as well.

Jane noticed the tension between you and Angela so she left the room, making sure to the closing behind her.

“I’m really glad that you two are start—“ Pulling you into her by the collar of your shirt, your lips colliding together for a loving kiss. Startled by the initiation, your body tensed at the unique sensation — it was gentle. Was it a bad time to say that this was your first kiss? Your lips mold together perfectly in sync as her hands move down to your waist and your hands caress her face. The kiss lasted for a few seconds until air became a necessity.

“Sorry, I have just been wanting to do that as it seems that you don’t get any privacy in this house.” She breathlessly confessed, her grip on your waist slightly faltering. You could see the tint of deep rose red forming its way onto her cheeks.

“How about we do it again, you know just for safety measures.”

“You’ve read my mind.” With that, your lips find each other once again, this time more tenderly and passionately.

Now maybe you can tally up to all those times that your friends bullied you for being single. This time you’ll be coming home with a girlfriend and even if it’s long-distance, you were certain that you can make it work. Because of course, the heart wants what it wants.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[maladaptvs]

wait where did MY lost headcanons go

they were purged in the notes app crash….

REDO

jack: cis bisexual (he/him)

sayid: cis BISEXUAL (he/him)

kate: cis bisexual wow there’s a lot of em (she/her)

locke: gender apathetic, aroace (he/they)

ben: cis, aroace (he/it/this)

desmond: ftm bisexual (he/they)

penny: mtf straight (she/her)

charlie: ftm bisexual (he/they)

boone: cis gay (he/him)

shan: cis uhhh… bi? (she/her)

sun: cis bi (she/her)

jin: Male™️

claire: straight tbh sorry. cis. (she/her)

michael: GAY. cis. (he/him)

sawyer: um. he fucks. ? (he/him)

ana lucia: lesbian. cis lesbian. (she/her)

alex: non-binary bisexual (she/they)

karl: genderqueer straight (he/they/she)

frank: old man gay (he/him)

daniel: pansexual demiboy (he/they/it)

charlotte: cis …..bisexual (she/her)

libby: sapphic (she/they)

eko: NO idea he has bigger issues (he/him/?)

tom friendly: cis gay (he/him)

richard: confused (he/him/this/that)

scott/steve: gays (he/him)

mikhail: ftm straight woman lover (he/him)

miles: sorry i forgot miles um. cishet. kissed boys though.

naomi: dead

MiB: genderfuck. (she/her/him/it) aroace

Jacob: cishet bitchboy no pronouns for you

illana: cis lesbian (she/her) probably has a girlfriend at home

cassidy: gay for kate (she/her)

caesar: cishet loverboy (he/him)

bonnie and greta: married lesbians (she/her)

big mike: my husband. cis bisexual (he/him)

susan: a BITCH.

[duck-in-a-spaceship]

The Post Break-Up Box of Shame

WOO chapter two babey. This is it for this one, there's not gonna be a chapter three, but I might tack on some extra scenes! Tell me if there's anything else you want to see with this concept!!

Summary: Crowley's car is throwing fit, and the lesbians are here to save the day. As if he's going to let them.

Word Count: 2501

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Chapter 2: Some Bloody Conspiring

“Oh my, we were wondering if you two would be back,” Maggie was approaching him fairly rapidly, and Crowley made it his mission to approach the Bentley rapidly-er. “What on earth happened? Are you alright?”

“Oh yeah, just peachy.” The door of the Bentley, which usually swung right open on his arrival, was suddenly stuck. “Come on you little- oh here, take this.” Crowley shoved the box of plants at her, and Maggie struggled to grab onto them in time, lurching forwards slightly to take hold.

“Careful!” she insisted, adjusting her grip on the plants so they didn’t fall.

“Right, yep, sorry about that. Would you stop throwing a fit?”

“Excuse me! I’m-”

“Oh not you,” Crowley told her, waving a hand dismissively. “This blasted door won’t open. Although, while you’re here, we should have a little chat- aha!” The door to the Bentley suddenly popped open, and Crowley cheerfully swung it aside.

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you too, actually.” Maggie offered out the plants to him, and Crowley took them, shoving them in the backseat.

“Right, right. Yeah, Muriel, the new angel at the bookshop? They’ve got no clue what they’re doing, quite frankly, when it comes to human things, so you really don’t have to worry about rent. She tried to get me to take it to Aziraphale, but obviously he doesn’t need it either-”

“Yes, Aziraphale, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“-so you can just hang on to it,” Crowley continued, completely ignoring her attempted interjection. He shut the door of the Bentley. “In fact you could probably go get what you already gave her, just tell her I said it was alright or something, tell them it’s some sort of human thing.”

“Crowley, I’m not really worried about the rent. I mean, thank you and all but… well but really I just wanted to talk to you?”

He reached out past her to open the door of the Bentley, which would preferably be followed by the steps of getting in the driver’s seat and speeding away. Ideally with some Queen playing, not any of that loverboy nonsense, but some good old Bohemian, or a ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ for the road. All of this was prevented by the fact that the door would. Not. Budge.

“Why?” he asked her sharply, tugging on the handle. “Have some more winning advice to give?”

Maggie winced, looking at Crowley pitifully as he continued to struggle with his car. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well then?”

“No.”

“Well… well what happened? Maybe it’s not all a lost cause, you know?”

Crowley scoffed, gave up on the handle to turn and face her. “Not a lost cause, right. Hey, just wondering, have you seen him at that bookshop lately? Or anywhere, really? Nah, right? Seems lost to me.” He rapped on the window. “Do you at least want to open this, or are you going to continue to be difficult?”

He mostly expected the Bentley to stay quiet, maybe a small part expected the window to indeed roll down. What Crowley was not expecting was for slow, soft classical music to start playing from the speakers. “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

“Hey!” some passerby shouted.

“Yeah, hey to you!” Crowley shouted back, looking up to see Nina crossing the street towards him. Maggie waved. He groaned. “Hello Nina, do you have anything large and heavy I could use to break-”

“No! I’m not going to help you throw your little tantrum out here.”

“Oh alright. Oh- great, thank you for that.” Crowley walked away, heading to try the trunk of the Bentley, which Maggie and Nina used as an opportunity to conspire.

“What’s gotten into him?” Crowley heard Nina ask, not at all quietly.

“Well,” Maggie started, at the very least trying to whisper. “He said it didn’t go well, when he tried to talk to Aziraphale.”

“Oo, what happened then?”

“I don’t know, he won’t say anything else about it.”

“Well, I suppose there’s nothing we can do then, hm?”

“Oh Nina, we can’t just ignore him. I know you know how rough heartbreak is, we should help him out.”

Crowley muttered a string of curse words at the Bentley, turning to whatever languages he fancied after he ran out of English ones. Nina sighed loudly enough for him to hear, and probably for all of heaven to hear as well.

“Crowley!” she shouted.

“What?” he demanded. The Bentley was still, no matter how hard he tried, refusing to let him in.

“You want to come inside and have something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good. Was just heading out, really.”

Maggie leaned to look over at him. “Seems like it’s still jammed. Maybe you should call someone, and come inside while you wait,” she offered.

Crowley sighed, leaning against the Bentley, fingers tapping against the side of the car. “You,” he muttered to it. “You are going to have to pay for this later, you understand?” The classical music fell on a slow decrescendo until it stopped completely. Crowley tried the door again. No luck. “Yeah,” he called over to Nina and Maggie. “Yeah, alright, lead the damned way.”

===

Crowley stared at the ceiling of the record shop, eyes scanning over the various posters pasted there. His fingers were loosely curled around a mug of coffee and bourbon (although it could really be more accurately described the other way around) where his hand was splayed on the rug next to him. It was a nice rug, really, good and soft, so long as you ignored the headache-inducing waves of color and design.

“Well… I think that was awfully brave of you,” Maggie finally spoke up, finishing the silence that followed his sad little tale.

“Yeah, real brave,” Crowley agreed sarcastically. “Not brave enough though, was it? Cuz he still ran off to heaven.” He dragged a hand down his face and let it muffle his speech. “Couldn’t seem to get away fast enough.”

Another silence, during which he didn’t bother to look over and see what Maggie and Nina were doing. Probably more bloody conspiring. He understood their frustrations now, with all the poking around in their love like (necessary as it was). Now that the roles were all flipped, he’d very much just like to be left alone.

“Well, maybe he just needs some time. I mean, Maggie and I are still figuring things out, taking things nice and slow, because I just ended things with my old partner. Maybe after all of your heaven and hell nonsense, he just needs a bit of a break.”

“Then he would’ve taken a little break instead of running off to be the archangel of heaven.”

“I know but-” Maggie tried to intervene, but Crowley had actually decided he had more to say on that matter, unfortunately enough.

“Heaven!” he exclaimed, sitting up suddenly, bringing the mug with him as he stood, half-full contents sloshing around. “I know he’s always had a soft spot for the bastards, but I thought we were moving on from the heaven = good, hell = bad nonsense. They’re all homicidal idiots, you know?”

Crowley spun around to face Nina and Maggie, unfortunately spilling a bit of his drink onto the aforementioned carpet. Ah well, probably no one would notice. They were both staring at him with blank confusion.

“Alright,” Maggie started, with enough forced optimism Crowley could tell she really had to hype herself up for this conversation. “Alright, we might not know much about heaven and hell and archangels and what all that entails, at least not as much as we might have thought, but we do know at least a little bit about relationships and you two need to talk.”

Nina nodded sharply. “Can’t solve anything if you aren’t on the same page. Or the same planet for that matter. Not entirely sure where heaven is, but I’m pretty sure it’s not here.”

“It’s not,” Crowley confirmed, leaning back on one of the record shelves. “Don’t worry,” he added glumly.

“Right, well since you seem to know where it is-”

“I’m a demon!” Crowley interrupted, spreading his arms out with dramatic flourish. More of his drink splashed onto the carpet below, which earned him a glare from both Niana and Maggie, so he waved a hand to miracle it away. “I can’t just go waltzing up to heaven just because I fancy a little chat with my mates, now can I?”

(Crowley, of course, very much could do this. He’d proved as much when he put on a very nice outfit, commandeered an angel turned police officer, and poked around in all their stuff. However, he was hoping Nina and Maggie would sort of just take his word on it, because he was really trying to drop this particular conversation topic.)

“Well I don’t know!” Nina exclaimed, and Crowley got the sense that they were getting a bit fed up with all this angel-demon nonsense. He’d drink to that– he was getting pretty fed up with it himself. “I don’t know if you can, I’m not particularly sure what an archangel is, or who this metatron fellow is, or what exactly happened at the meeting, or what has even been going on. I have no goddamn clue. But what I do know is that you and Aziraphale are clearly head over heels for each other, practically married, and you need to get up off your asses and do something about it.”

Crowley took a sip from his cup, drained the whole thing actually, and then placed it on one of the shelves, carefully balanced. He’d been gearing himself up for a good shout, because if Nina got one, then he felt like he’d more than earned it. Unfortunately, standing on that ugly, but very comfortable carpet, leaning against shelves packed tight with unsold records, looking over at the two of them, Crowley found he wasn’t feeling very shout-y. Just plain wasn’t in the mood for it, much as he’d like to be.

“I think it’s a bit too late for that.”

Apparently no one had anything else they wanted to add.

Crowley tapped his shoe on the floor, wondered if the Bentley would be out of its mood if he decided now would be the time to drive away. He really just wanted to take a long, long nap.

“So, um, what are you going to do now?”

That was a good question, sadly enough. Crowley was getting tired of good questions; he wanted some real shitty ones. Muriel was good at asking shitty questions, maybe he should go talk to them again.

Instead he pulled his glasses off, rubbed his hand across his forehead, and looked up to the ceiling. “Dunno,” he said. “Sort of had a plan there with- we were the plan, you know? We were always the plan. For the last couple of millennia, we had our own side. And then if there was nothing else to do, hell usually kept me busy enough. Now there’s just a whole bunch of bloody nothing.”

Crowley decided then and there that he didn’t care if the Bentley was ready for him, he just needed to get out of that record shop. He shoved his glasses back on. “Then again, I’ll figure it out, don’t really have much of a choice I suppose.” Crowley headed for the door, turning his back on them as soon as he could. They started conspiring immediately, he could tell, but they were getting good enough at it that he had no clue what they actually said.

“Crowley, wait!” Maggie called, just as his hand was on the door. Gah, so close.

“What?” he demanded, or well, half a demand, half a whine, as he turned around.

“Well, I was just thinking, since Aziraphale is, um, taking a little break from Earth right now, and Muriel doesn’t really know what they’re doing, maybe you should help run the bookshop.”

Crowley snorted. “Yeah, for sure. Real bookshop-ist, I am. Now, I’ve really got to get going, you know. Plants to water, ducks to feed-”

“Oh come on now,” Nina interrupted. She crossed her arms, just to prove some point. Crowley wasn’t really sure what it was, but he was pretty sure it was working anyway. “I’m sure you know all the little particularities Aziraphale had about the place. And someone has to make sure no one actually sells the books, right?”

Crowley considered that for a moment. Sure, he’d already told Muriel that she wasn’t actually operating the kind of bookshop that sold things, but that could only go so far. And he hadn’t even gotten around to mentioning the organization system, or how you had to treat books so you didn’t mess them all up, or what was off-limits and what wasn’t, and someone was going to need to replace the fire extinguishers every so often.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll think on it,” Crowley said, trying to convey in tone how much he was not going to think on it. (He was absolutely going to think on it.) “But if that’s all…” he trailed off, giving either of them the chance to interrupt. “Great, see ya around, thanks for the drinks.”

They both waved as he finally opened the door, each calling after him with their own goodbyes.

“Drive safe!”

“Stop by sometime.”

And as the door swung shut, Crowley looked over his shoulder to see they were already, indeed, conspiring.

===

The Bentley sat waiting for Crowley when he got back, and the door opened without a single threat, which was a welcome surprise. “Well, thank you, you dick,” he muttered softly. Crowley slid into the driver’s seat, and slammed it shut.

He just sat there for another moment. The plants were probably throwing a fit in the backseat, not at all happy to be back in the car after adjusting nicely to their cushy bookshop life. Crowley drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, stared out at the road, watched as the rain began to trickle down. It left misty drops on the windshield, like stars, like alpha centauri, like the pillars of creation, like all those galaxies, oh so long ago.

Crowley groaned, let his forehead slam into the steering wheel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glovebox pop open, and out spilled a wave of caramel candies. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, straightening back up. “I get it. I…” he sighed. “I miss him too, you sensitive old sot.” He sighed, dragged a hand down his face. “Alright, come on.”

The bell over the door rang out cheerfully, announcing Crowley’s entrance into the bookshop. Unsurprisingly, not much had changed since he was last there. Muriel peaked out from behind a shelf, their two hats still wobbling precariously on their head. “Oh, hi Crowley!”

Crowley put down his box of plants, and looked over at them. “Muriel, great.” He cleared his throat, grinned at her. “I’d like to apply for a job.”

[runwiththerain]

um so this is the jegulus fic i've been working on <3

here's the summary

"James is a loverboy. He always has been. Firstly, he loved Lily Evans, from second year to fourth year. But then she tells him she's a lesbian. Then James is looking for someone new. It ends up being Regulus Black, his best friend's brother. And all James puts himself though is unrequited love... until now."

idk read it if u want /nf

[februaryberries]

okay live blogging my reaction to gomens 2 ep 1

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ANGEL CROWLEY THE HAIR KH MY GOD

oh my god are they making the OH MY GLD THEY HELPED MAKE IT THE COLORS KH MU HOD THIS JS BESUTJFUK

crowley happy stims

OH NO HES SO SAD

crowley sweaty

HOW MUCH TROUBKE CAN I GET INTO JUST FOR ASKING A FEW QUESTIONS ?????? what if i kill myself

IM GOWING TO THROW UP

im going to vomit and die CROWLEY DID UT FIRST AT THE BEGINNING WHEN HE WAS STILL AN ANGEL??????? IM GOING TO FUCKING DIE NEIL WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK

im less than ten minutes in and i feel like i’ve been sucker punched in the face LMAO

god the colors and the costumes and the set of this show are so gorgeous ugh the COSTUMES

he says hello maggie so gently if he spoke to me and said my name like that i might cry i love u aziraphale

GOD RHE DESJGNS

i took one (1) set design class and now ever

single show i look it im like 👀 it’s so pretty LOL

he’s so

he’s such a dork i love him

the clarinet

he knows the benches that’s so funny

bro her red outfit slays so hard

nooooo crowley depression era poor thing

continuing the delayed duck facts god i love him so much

AUGH YHE COSTUMES THE COLORS IM GONNA DIE

SHES SO GAY

i love the way they say holy shit

OH MY GOD

I wonder how many times they busted up laughing filming this

ZIRAS GAY LITTLE SHOES I LOVE THEM

he’s so good at being like forgetful and annoying

LESBIANS

i love the blowing on phones to end call

he’s so anxious zira sweeitie

i have no idea what that feels like why would u say that

the box 👀

is that all? oh?

there’s a single fly in there

you’re funny i love you

what’s gabriel

JIMMMM short for gabriel

this is so funny criminal minds heaven version w this matchbox LMAO

HE KNOWS HIM SO WELL

CROWLEY CHUGGING THE COFFEE LMAO

oh she has a partner rip :((

HES SO MAD

i… am… dusting… HES SO FUNNY

the exactly is so funny

you’re at liberty to go

i would love you to help me

HES SO PETTY ANGEL LMAO

they’re sooooo married fighting

just breathe that’s what humans do

gasp a material object

THE WAY MICHAEL POKES IT LOL

she’s so baiting him

ERASED FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE

SCHOOL OF LOVERBOYS GOOD GOD

oh yikes lindsey is TOXIC

WITH THE LITTLE DANCE

HES DONE THE LITTLE IM WRONG DANCE

LMAOOOOOO

he’s literally a child

standing on the chair so dramatic

no one will have noticed a thing

ALARM BELLS AND HEAVEN GOES RED

uh phhhhh

also okay moving on to episode 2!!!

[mogai-headcanons]

Balthazar Cavendish from Milo Murphy's Law is an autistic polyamorous omni turian synthogender trans man greengender steampunkic classicrowmasc demiboy with anxiety and OCD who uses he/him, it/its, and duke/dukes pronouns!

He's dating Vinnie Dakota, an autistic transmasculine indacean transfeminine turigirl lesboy genderfluid sillything ADHDthing with ADHD who uses she/her, he/him, and it/its pronouns!

Their found family son Milo Murphy is an autistic polyamorous pan lesbian pan turian violenatian autigender sillything who uses he/him and she/her pronouns, and he's in a QPR with Amanda, Melissa, and Zack!

Amanda Young is an autistic aroace aroflux aceflux bi lesbian arolovic synthagender kenofem trans girl with OCD and anxiety and uses she/her pronouns!

She's dating Melissa Chase, a polyamorous bi lesbian orangecatgender kenofem noctofloric catgender demigirl with BPD who uses she/her, they/them, and void/voids pronouns!

Melissa is dating Zack Underwood, an aroflux arolovic demisexual boybeast loverboy vampisome cutebloomic chocorosegender lovegender demiboy with anxiety who uses he/him and love/loves pronouns!

Milo is dating Bradley Nicholson, an autistic cuteboygender foremizzlen greengender biohazardthing plantcorpic trans man who uses he/him and plant/plants pronouns!

dni link

[allwehearisradiosilence]

!!

Y’all are F A S T my goodness-

We’ll start off with my pride and joy then<3

Here is my S/O answering the same asks, all of our ocs exist in the same universe and same magical system

Name: Jaxon

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay (Homoflexible?? Bi with a 98% preference for guys??? He’s very confused sometimes)

General aesthetic: Loverboy with a large serving of sunshine x raincloud and heavy dose of people pleasuring trauma

TRIVIA

Became a vegetarian when he was 7 after learning where chicken nuggets come from and he cried for 2 hours

Absolute Mean Girls fanatic. He religiously celebrates October third, his dogs name is Regina

Dating the absolute K i n g of grumpy raincloud and they are V E R Y in love PLS go ask my S/O to talk about him. They get married and have a little girl called Addison 🥺

His dad looks like Tom cruise so Tom cruise cannonically doesn’t exist in our universe-

Type 1 diabetic, he is at a constant rate of hypo or low blood sugar because his energy is absolutely through the roof, his boyfriend is very worried- he wears those adorable Dexcom pattern patches💫

Cries when he sees roadkill

Used to eat strawberry chapstick religiously- now he ~sometimes~ buys strawberry flavoured condoms-

One of his ex boyfriends poisoned him with rat poison. Probably for the best they broke up- -

Afraid of fireworks

Still has a little corner of his childhood blankie he keeps in his pocket

When he goes outside animals are just attracted to him, Rlly bad sometimes cause he fell asleep in a field and woke up covered in ants and worms- they were just chillin on him, the joys of being a teenage wizard

He is absolutely addicted to making friendship brackets, he owns over 1000, adores making friends with younger years. One time him and His lovely lesbian friend calculated the length of all his friendship bracelets combined and they got from the top of the tower all the way down and up the next tower

Think Jackson from Sex education and James potter and you’ve got your guy

[watchyourdigits]

Eventually I'll do a write-up on the minor OCs in my fics. Perhaps build them their own little universes because they deserve it. Especially Alice and Eileen, my beautiful lesbian babies. Some backstory and faceclaims below for those who don't read my fics because I LOVE these two sm (general Night Letter ramblings as well below the cut, lots of rehashed stuff heh).

For those who don't read Night Letter, Frankie is my Sole Survivor OC. He's a gay (cowboy-adjacent) man born in TN. He was moved out to/raised in TX when he was ~4 by his father (who became an alcoholic) after his mom passed away while having his younger brother (who also didn't make it). He's got three older sisters who were very protective of him.

Frankie shipped up to Boston for the military after his dad caught him kissing boys & this lovely lady named Alice at a bar near her college/his station. They hit it off really well and found common ground in being closeted gays. They met up a few more times before deciding to get married to keep up appearances and maintain an "acceptable" social life. And also to appease both their families to remain in their respective inheritances, of course. Gotta do what you gotta do.

Eileen was Alice's live-in "friend". Or long-distance cousin, depending on the day. So far as anyone in Sanctuary Hills knew anyway lmao Surprise! They were partners and met in college. Frankie loved them both so so so dearly. They reminded him of his sisters back home, whom he missed constantly while settling down in Boston. Alice and Eileen doted on him furiously and were the only reason he stayed sane when Malcolm - Frankie's first true love that he met in the military - was killed in action. They kept him grounded.

Shaun was born from Alice and Frankie in the technical sense only. The ladies really wanted a kid together, and Frankie was willing & available to help with that (via sperm donation). He always felt more like an uncle than a father, and that's what they always called him: Uncle Frankie. I might be reconning my own fic here, in all honesty. I actually can't remember if I mentioned the term "uncle" specifically in Night Letter. Also I'm pretty sure I just said he was available to help in that department and never specified that he didn't fuck Alice!!!!!! ALSO he does strategically refer to himself as Shaun's father in the post-apocalypse because he thinks it legitimizes his cause to find him more than if he were just his uncle, saying it for the sake of emotional appeal to those he might need help from. You bet your ass he'll go back to being Uncle once Shaun is living with them :')

My FCs for Alice and Eileen are Elizabeth Taylor and Jane Powell (respectively) because I saw this one picture and couldn't help myself bc they are so goddamn cute

Do note: they are merely mentioned in the fic (posthumously obviously). I have ~problems~ because I have way too much in my head for them despite them not being relevant at all. Like how their first date was a total disaster because Alice stupidly suggested they get milkshakes. Alice does not like sweet things. Eileen does, but they're both lactose intolerant. Neither said anything because they were both just so nervous and trying to be romantic. The date itself was fine, but they couldn't meet up the next day because they were both SUFFERING. Both made elaborate excuses as to why they didn't show up, only to find the other hadn't showed either. They didn't talk about it, calling it a wash, and only found the truth out after two years of being together when wine drunk one night in Eileen's dorm room.

In other news, is it bad that I've considered making Eileen into a ghoul?? Alice was Frankie's legal wife so she was in the vault. But Eileen was out of the house when the bombs fell (not that she was registered for the vault anyway). I like to think she went ghoul instead of being struck from earth okay let me be 😭😭

Less important, but Malcolm (aka Mal, aka loverboy) and Frankie (aka Franklin Lee Barr aka don't fuckin' call me Franklin) are Sal Mineo and James Dean, respectively:

[xoteajays]

That's fine. I know that it might not seem it, but I'm not one to rush people into replying to messages all the time. I know people have lives away from media (like social media), technology, and everything else.

I get easily excited meeting new people who have the same interests as me, since it is rare for me to find someone who has multiple of these interests instead of just one or two interests.

That would be the autism.

Ignore any minor grammatical errors of my part.

All eight movies are on Netflix, but you'll just have to watch the show on a site. Every movie is listed.

Don't get me wrong. From what I've seen, I do love Nijiro's appearance as Kazutora. Though is is really my complaint about live adaptions.. As a very short person, the short characters are rarely portrayed by short actors. Short people are interesting too! That definitely upsets me more than it should though.

You will enjoy Yuki Yamada's character in High&Low because he's a menace in his own way. Seriously.

I can't say if this is better or worse, maybe equally said and done in a similar way. I'm not a lesbian. But my taste is fictional men is also all over the place so I know that feeling. Except I would be the person in this world who might complain that there is not any real men - not including the actors - who are like all these fictional characters. I know it's so completely unrealistic. But it happens from time to time. There are times when my idealistic life is a lot better than my real life, and then just complain my idealized life is not the same as reality. I'm really mental that way all the time, more than I like to admit. So I guess I'm an escapist from time to time now that I think of it... Anyway. Yeah. My favorite fictional characters are a lot of different eclectic types of characters I'd enjoy.

it really is a shame to not see more shorter actors/actresses in stuff. im a bit biased tho, i’m a taller girl myself (like 5’8) but i love a good height difference, love a short girl/tall guy (or tall girl) dynamic. i do wish there was more diversity in media overall really; shorter guys, taller girls, different body types, etc.

just finished the last couple episodes of tokyorev s1 today (losing my mind, takemichi what did u even really accomplish here after 24 eps, so many people are still dead ffs) —

n-e-way i blasted through watching high&low s1 and im seeing shimp colours. all of this is so fun; the characters, the soundtracks, the pretty dudes, all killin’ it! also the whole scene of the rude boys playing keep away with the diamonds in ep6 was so *chefs kiss*, i loved it. i think the rude boys squad might be my favourite rn, they’re just so fun to watch.

did not expect to like yamato as much as i do, he’s just a good guy who cares about his friends!!! the absolute chokehold tettsu has on me tho. also cobra ……. murayama ……. smokey …….. im stuffin’ em in my pockets like lil plushies, squeeze em like stress balls. noboru im sticking in a jar, im studying him like a bug, im shaking him like a snowglobe, loverboy you are torturous. enari and takeshi on vibes alone got me feeling some kind of way.

[rexscanonwife]

Louis and the no good very bad past couple of years sjfkfkfk

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➤Hi!

We are endogenic and liminal gateway system also known as Inevitable Chaos 🪞!

We all are queer and we are plural for many years, but our knowledge is still insufficient – we're still learning and doing research!

Our blog is a safe space for any type of systems – you all are absolutely valid!!

You can ask us anything (although we will not answer any too personal questions)!

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❝ Did you get what you deserve? ❞

➤HOSTS

➸constantly unmotivated writer /hj

✰Names: Wren, Vincent

✮Pronouns: she/they|neos (she/her only if we're close!)

✰Gender: genderfluid transsexual

✮Orientation: bi, gray and polyamorous

✰Species: barn owl therian + Mei Misaki fictionkin

✮Likes: writing poems and books, reading webtoons, books and manga, watching anime and object shows

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➸optimistic bird

✰Name: Vivian/Vi

✮Pronouns: she/her

✰Gender: genderfluid

✮Orientation: bi, polyamorous

✰Species: great tit therian

✮Likes: reading webtoons, books and manga, listening to music

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❝ I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night ❞

➤TULPA

➸ray of sunshine

✰Name: Xavery

✮Nickname: Xav

✰Pronouns: he/it/sun

✮Gender: rosboy, loverboy, creaturegender, sunnia

✰Orientation: bi, demi and polyam

✮Species: human (with a tail and a halo!)

✰Likes: people, long walks, reading webtoons (mostly romances) and biology

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❝ The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough ❞

➤WALK-IN

➸[un]wanted criminal

✰Names: Killian, Nyx

✮Nicknames: Ki, Killi [only if we're close!]

✰Pronouns: he/him/cryptid|vae/vaer

✮Gender: demiboy, nyctoiac, :)

✰Orientation: aroace and queer

✮Species: ??? [demon-like and cat-like eldritch being]

✰Likes: drawing, reading horror and thriller webtoons and books and listening to rock music

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❝ But I am always feeding them | The ugliest parts of me ❞

➤WALK-IN

➸dead artist, living person

✰Name: Orchid (🌺 and 🌸 <– sign off emojis)

✮Pronouns: she/her

✰Gender: female, speciogender, dead

✮Orientation: lesbian

✰Species: flowerhead

✮Likes: sea, holidays, oil paints, art and artists, listening to calm music like The Crane Wives

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❝ It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame ❞

➤ENDOGENIC HEADMATE

➸cottagecore hypocrite

✰Name: Charles

✮Pronouns: he/him|neos

✰Gender: demiboy (?)

✮Orientation: bi

✰Species: elf-vampire hybrid

✮Likes: flowers, plants, coffee, chocolate, gardening, nature

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❝ Nighttime, please hide my eyes | So the man up there won't watch me stare ❞

➤WALK-IN

➸multidimensional /busy/ traveller

✰Name: Louis

✮Nickname: Lou

✰Pronouns: he/him

✮Gender: nonbinary

✰Orientation: queer

✮Species: vampire

✰Likes: travelling, listening to Will Wood, culture (generally), decadent poems, color purple, cats

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❝ There might be something outside your window | But you'll just never know ❞

➤WALK-IN

➸explorer

✰Name: Noé

✮Pronouns: he/sparkle

✰Gender: ??? (probably male)

✮Orientation: queer

✰Species: vampire

✮Likes: travelling, exploring, animals, cats, cute things

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❝ I can feel the cracks spread across my face ❞

➤ENDOGENIC HEADMATE

➸pathetic loserboy (puppet)

✰Names: Jay, Crispin

✮Pronouns: he/it

✰Gender: transmasc demiboy

✮Orientation: unsure, certainly queer

✰Species: not a vampire (human)

✮Likes: vivisekcija leptira, viscera, blood, flowers, STOMACH BOOK, poetry

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➸we have a little chaotic tagging system, but our main tag for posts not related to anything is #we need a tag for our shitpost, a tag for silly conversations is #chaotic conversations 🪞 and a tag for our art is #chaotic art 🪞, we also use two lore-related tags: #killian's lore and #system lore 🪞 and two writing-related tags: #writing ideas 🪞 and #talks about ocs 🪞

➸we often reblog things from our fandoms or hyperfixations, we always tag them!

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