#hes like. well calling it all girl stuff is stereotyping i can be a boy who likes to make lace and decorate pies!!!!!

[mamawasatesttube]

heres how t4t timkon can still win.

[aliaology]

BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY

summary: you used to date quinn, the relationship starting not long after him and his other ex broke up. she got mad, made drama about you, and in the end, it flared up by the time your relationship was long gone.

pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: death threats

thin mints. god you loved thin mints, and currently you craved them. actually, you craved the nice memories they brought. the memories where your ex told you he would have some guy get some for you. he ended up being that guy.

quinn hughes. your favorite past lover who will continue to outshine the rest. he treated you well, made you happy. he was perfect.

bonding over the black eyed peas and the smiths was something you found to be hard when it came to other people. but with quinn, it was easy. he made love seem easy and effortless.

but the downside, was his ex. she was pretty, but they had broken up about three months prior to you and him hooking up and then ultimately getting together. no one necessarily knew of their breakup. they didn’t post pictures often of each other due to quinn living in vancouver and his ex living in michigan.

so everyone assumed they were fine, until quinn decided to hard launch your relationship. you were fine with it at first. it was innocent, like the cuddling on trampolines you guys loved to do.

but now you were being called a slut. at this very moment, you were being called a slut and getting death threats. at the time, you were getting the same treatment.

it seemed his ex put the idea that he cheated on her with you, into everyones head. and they believed it. they believed it because of the stereotype against hockey players. the stereotype against girl best friends.

but that didn’t stop your relationship. you were so into it. you were there for everything, even his brothers… until you weren’t. it wasn’t like you both ended on bad terms. in fact, you both ended things, stating it was better to stay friends.

then she released a song. a song where she practically tore you apart, tore you down. you were the hot topic on her tongue.

she painted you out to be the bad guy. the manipulator. the one who made him take you to bed. you were just trying to hold him close and love him.

the only win from the whole situation was the fact he called you his favorite love. that you would always be the favorite.

but to everyone, you were the slut. you didn’t have a choice in that matter. you were the homewrecker. all because you liked a boy.

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ynusername all because i liked a boy. coming out oct 14 (with permission). thinking of dating a boy with an ex? i wouldnt recommend it. especially if stuff happens after you had already broken up!

comments.

user and shes gonna eat 😜

user she alr did with ‘skin’ 🤭🤭

user DIE WHORE

_quinnhughes insanely proud of u y/n/n

ynusername thank u quinner 😪

jackhughes AND ALL OF THIS FOR WHAT⁉️⁉️⁉️

lhughes_06 WHEN EVERYTHING WENT DOWN WE’D ALREADY BROKEN UP 😱😱😱

user all hughes brothers being her no.1 supporters is so cute

jackhughes can i get you thin mints this time

jackhughes im exless!

jackhughes no im not but my ex forgot i exist!

jackhughes choose me instead!

_quinnhughes jack please this is embarrassing for u

jackhughes SHUT UP QUINN

user i cant tell if quinn is okay with this or not

ynusername he is 😭 me and him are best friends now and have no hard feelings or any romantic feelings towards one another anymore. plus jack will never have a chance 🤷‍♀️

user ITS GONNA BE A BOP LMFAO

user slut! homewrecker! cunt!

user banned!

user i love i live i laugh

user i alr know this will slap

trevorzegras @/jackhughes shes mine

user STOP.

user puckbunny ass bitch

user i know what im streaming when it comes out!

user i still prefer quinns ex over y/n

user then use her name instead of y/ns xx 😻

erm..! this lowkey sucks LMFAO

taglist (perm!) @hockeyboysarehot (just ask to be added for perm tags! <3)

[transfemarmin]

Can you do a miles 42 fic where miles doesn’t like you talking back too him or like looking at him funny and he doesn’t tolerate it at all also female reader! Please

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★彡 SHOW OUT

summary: miles is a simp in private but when he gets in-front of his friends.. he’s a different person

a/n: hope this is okay!! because I can’t see miles genuinely being like that if it’s not to show out in front of his buddies.. I went a lot off request sorry..

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MILES MORALES ISN’T SOMEONE TOXIC…

let’s make sure we get that straight across right now, he isn’t a toxic man.. just someone who’s been so cold and nonchalant for so long.. he doesn’t know how to make his tone match his feelings, hell he doesn’t even know how to voice the feelings he has much anymore.. but there is one thing that is well known to those he let’s see all the layers that make up.. miles gonzalo morales.

there are more than people think. but we aren’t here to get into the layers of miles morales, but more so.. how he acts when his girl isn’t around. you see, miles is what they call a ‘ fake gangster’ while he grew up in brooklyn and a lot of crazy stuff happens on the streets; when he saw that, he’d run the other direction. he was never a kid who was all about that gangster lifestyle

while he sagged his pants occasionally, and put up gang signs he didn’t even know the true meaning behind, with his friends, mind you. some of his friends actually rolled in ‘ gangs’ that honestly just consisted of teenagers trying to act harder than they actually were, was miles in this so called ‘ gang’ ? no. not by choice, he was a dumb teenaged boy, while he was smart.. a extremely intelligent actually; he still had this thing in the back of his head, something that told him, that this was all he was gonna amount too, because society hated men like him. they hated men of color, holding the stereotype of being in a gang over black & latino men’s heads.

he hated it, he hated it more than he could ever imagine and that’s when the stupidity came in, he always said no to drugs.. to drinking when it came to peer pressure, especially if people he didn’t know were trying to pressure him into it, but when it came to doing what these other fake gangsters, who also grew up in a loving family.. while miles lost his father, that’s true, it changed him..

that doesn’t excuse the way he’s ruining his future, the way he’s rolling with the wrong crowd, his mother & uncle have tried to talk him out of this.. he’s too attached to these so called ‘ homeboys’ some who.. miles didn’t even know their actual name.

worst part of all, miles was ashamed to show off his girlfriend in ways his mother had raised him to show off a woman. while he still did it, he made sure to post her on accounts that were private, that had no indication they belonged to him.

while he called her ‘ his woman’ to his family, and to her face. behind those scenes she was ‘ his bitch’. so, just imagine the poor girl’s surprise when her loving man turned into a hood rat who disrespected her within a matter of minutes..

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“ hey miles!” one of the young boy’s friends called out to him, miles head turned; a look of panic on his face as he had his arm around his girlfriend, [name]. he never wanted to let those two worlds collide.. he never wanted them to.. he swallowed the nervousness and pulled back from his girl, dapping up his friend, “ aye man.. whaddup?”

[name] gave him a weird look, he never talked like that in front of her and his mother.. in front of his uncle? she didn’t know.. the answer was probably.. she was never around for long when uncle aaron came by.

the friend’s attention turned to her..

the wondering eyes was something that [name] didn’t like, it made her fold her arms over her chest. “ who’s this little lady?” the friend spoke up, his tone was dripping in what [name] thought was either flirtation, playful, or some other kind of tone.. she didn’t wanna decipher it, she had a ma-

“ chill…that’s my bitch..” the way that b word left miles’ lips, it left his tongue so naturally.. like she had been addressed like that before, it was enough to pull her out of her thoughts.

oh hell no..

she furrowed her eyebrows at him, “ who’s a bitch?” she looked around, trying to figure out who he was talking to, because it was honest to god was not her.. “ babe-“ miles started, but her face scrunched up, “ nah.. nigga tell me, honest to god.. who’s the bitch?” the pit of anger was bubbling up in her stomach, she was usually able to wait until she was in a private place so she could calm down and maturely handle the manner.. but now, she didn’t know why.. she just couldn’t.

maybe it was the fact this was her man..

who she expected to respect her, in front of everyone, the man who posted her every second he got.. the man who had her face as his profile picture on Instagram, twitter, tiktok, and even fucking facebook.

but.. the boy who had just disrespected her in her face.. and in front of his friend! embarrassed her in front of her own two eyes!

“ yooo… get your girl, miles.” the friend.. who she still didn’t even know the name of spoke.

“ uh uh..” [name] was fuming with anger, if she was in a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of her ears, “ don’t talk to me like that you fake gangster ass nigga, you don’t be in these streets! your curfew is six pm.” she made sure to check her man about his disrespect, “ you don’t talk to any woman like that, especially not your girlfriend.. which I am.” she put her foot down, a frown on her face.

“ h-hey.. don’t talk to me like-“ miles started before he looked at his friend, and then his pissed-off girlfriend, he pressed his lips together and shook his head.. a friend he didn’t even know the name of wasn’t worth his relationship, “ I’ll catch you around..” he spoke to his friend, who looked more confused than anything. “ uhm.. yeah..” the friend spoke, before walking away.

miles was more.. embarrassed than anything, he knew he deserved the feeling; he knew that much.. he just disrespected [name] in her face.. something he knew triggered her. “ [name], honey I’m sorry,” he spoke as he turned to her

“ nah.. don’t be sorry now.. go back to being a a young blood, a slime or whatever you niggas be doing out here! “ she spoke, the anger clear in her tone.. it was clear in her body language and the way she looked at him.

“ baby.. mami, im sorry.. what if I get you a refill on that dior perfume you like?”

“ where you gon get the money for that?”

that’s when he stayed quiet, he did get a few bucks here and there from the jobs working with uncle aaron, but he couldn’t tell her that!

“ yeah, exactly.” she pointed her finger in his face before she walked off.

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“ awww…” [name] spoke, miles had just came through her window, holding a bath & body works bag, along with a sephora one.. he didn’t tell her what he did to obtain enough money for this.. but it did include going on more jobs with uncle aaron than he wanted too, he usually mostly did this to help the hospital his mom worked at, to help scrub the streets of New York.

what was he even doing trying to be in a gang, anyway? that wasn’t who he was.. why was he trying to enforce the stereotype he hated so much?

“ ma, im sorry.. i mean it..” he had given her space, he hadn’t talked to her for nearly two weeks at this point, “ I shouldn’t have done that dumb ass shit, ion know-“

“ I don’t..” she corrected.

miles stared at her for a moment, and sighed. [name] was always tryna correct somebody.. she did that shit to be funny.

“ i don’t.. even know why I was rolling with TJ and ‘em. I’m sorry mama.. I will never disrespect you like that again.. or at all.” his eyes showed the sincerity behind his words, she always stared into them just to make sure he meant his apology.. every single time he did.

[name] sucked her teeth, before checking the bags, seeing what they contained.. the bath & body works ones were full of her favorite fragrances and lotions, while the sephora one only had her favorite dior perfume.. was she complaining? hell no.. she loved to smell good.

“ okay… but if you ever call me some sort of bitch again.. ima fuck you up”

miles chuckled at her threat, “ yeah.. [name] I hear you.. loud and clear.” he spoke softly, leaning down to kiss her cheek, a smile making its way to [name]’s face. a giggle leaving her lips. “ you better.” were the last words she spoke before she pressed her lips against his.

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[c00kietin]

It's the 17th of March, so y'know what that means-

Happy Saint Patrick's Day to you all! I know the majority of you probably don't celebrate, which is fair, BUT I decided I wanted to talk a little more about the country I was born and raised in- the Emerald Isles of Ireland!! :D

If you're just here for the art, well here ya go! However, if you want to learn more in a VERY long post:

Just to start off, here's the Irish flag and the Ivory Coast flag! Wanted to add this because they can get easily mixed up (I got them muddled up a LOT when I was younger-)

Since it is Saint Patrick's Day, I should probably elaborate what that's about- what I've been taught in school is that Saint Patrick preached the Gospel to the Irish, one method including the shamrock to represent the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Of course, and the whole "he drove the snakes out of Ireland" but don't worry. There are still snakes in Ireland. And I'm pretty sure "snakes" is a metaphor anyway. And, turns out, he wasn't even originally from Ireland- he was British! Oh yeah, and he was kidnapped by pirates to become a slave when he was a teenager for 6 year s -

Here are some stereotypes or the first things that pop into your mind when you think of "Ireland"- leprechauns, short gingers, "Top of the mornin' to ya" and our love for spuds and beer. And, to tell you some stuff about them too!

Leprechauns originally wore red! They pop up in fairy tales quite often too.

Ireland is second when it comes to having the highest percentage of gingers with 10%, with Scotland having 13%. As for being short, I reassure you, there are plenty of tall and/or lanky people around. (A lot of my teachers are like this-)

I've heard no one say this as a greeting. The only Irish person I can think of who does is Jacksepticeye. You might be more likely to hear "How's it going?" or "What's the crack?"

As for loving beer, we are one of the highest consumers for it, but there are many other higher consumers! Also, I don't know if this is a thing in America or not, but we tend to call them pubs. Bars are a bit more...fancy? I don't know how to describe the difference.

And for loving potatoes? Okay. This is probably true lol. Almost everyone I know likes potatoes (with some exceptions). And, of course, who can forget the Great Famine when blight destroyed the potato crop and killed around a million people- spuds were a huge source of food back then.

And now, for language! Here are some I'm used to hearing quite regularly (and use often, too!)

Another two that I want to add are more Cork exclusive, but saying "boy/girl" at the end of sentences and using "like" a lot is quite common (especially the like one- I say "like" all the time ;v;).

And now, Irish itself! Now, I'm not going to tell you anything major (I'm not a teacher) but I will try my best to explain a little!

Irish is not the main language of Ireland but in some particular areas (shown in the right image) there are regions called Gaeltacht districts which predominantly speak Irish. Their Irish would be a lot better than my school-knowledge based Irish :'D Another thing to add is that different provinces (the provinces shown in the middle image) have different versions, or pronunciations of some words. Being from the province of Munster, I've been taught the "Munster" pronunciations and words.

So..."Tá mé éan sásta" would mean "I am a happy bird" :D

I apologise for how messy my writing looks-

OKAY. ONE MORE THING I WANTED TO COVER IN THE IRISH LANGUAGE IS THE NAMES, because I've seen plenty of people online and in real life joking lightheartedly how hard Irish names are pronounced. So here are some Irish names!!

Saoirse - this one is brought up quite a bit- It can either be pronounced as "seer-sha" or "sair-sha"!

Róisín - "roh-sheen" !

Eoin - even I had a hard time pronouncing this when I was younger- it's pronounced as "owe-in" like "owing" but without the g!

Fódhla - I remember this appeared in the newspaper once and a family member was baffled by it- it's said as "foh-la" :]

Another I want to mention is Eilish- you probably know it thanks to Billie Eilish, which is pronounced as "eye-lish"- but it can also be pronounced as "eye-leesh"!

Last one, Sinéad- you may have seen this one once or twice as is pronounced "shin-aid" :D

And now, some more quick stuff!!

Musicians from Ireland!!

On the left you have Hozier (love his music!! :D) and the right is the Cranberries!!

Some other Irish artists you may be familiar with are U2, Thin Lizzy, Westlife and Sinéad O' Connor!

Some popular Irish snacks!!

crisps/chips!! (I love em both dearly)

of course, how can I not bring up Irish bread: soda bread and blaas :D

Hot chicken rolls!! (seriously how are these not more popular elsewhere-) and spice bags!! (chips with spices, peppers. maybe chicken)

Animal wise, we haven't got anything too crazy, but we do have one of the largest breeds of dog, the Irish greyhound and the now extinct largest deer, the elk.

I think I'm beginning to run low on space, so I'll end it there!! If you're also Irish, free to add on facts/words!!

I don't usually say this but I would kinda appreciate reblogs since I felt like I put a bit more effort into this ;v;

So uh, yeah- Happy Saint Patrick's Day!! :D

[lilys0evil0twin]

.... Y/n is quite pleased with this new boyfriend of hers. He's overall sweet and kind unlike the other jerks she dated~ Now she wanted to know how he is in bed So invited him over to her house,saying she has a fun game and wanted him to play with her~ Heracles being the sweet innocent himbo he is,agreed. He probably didn't expected to be pushed onto the bed by his gf, who is wearing a sexy lingerie that made him overheat minutes ago. Y/n sitting on him just simply smirked and say:"Oh darling I'll make sure to love you fully tonight, let me give you a taste of pleasure~"

-Anon

Who's ready to destroy the innocence of this gentle mountain of a football player?! Enjoy!

Uhh please don't get confused at my constant switching of his name... I don't know myself

Warnings: smut, nothing much just Hercule losing his v-card.... Hard

Word count: 4198

School, the hell on Earth. The stress of constant exams, the lack of sleep and as Y/n says; being surrounded by morons. Every teacher thought their subject is the most important in students' life, girls fought for every cute guy, spreading lies and secrets around the school and all the guys wanted in return of playing hard to get, was to fuck and move on.

Y/n was tired of it. This highschool stereotype. This teen stereotype. So, out of boredom, she decided to claim males reputation. She became a fuck boy. Well not eternally, but you know what, why not give those bastards a taste of their own medicine. Through out the years her reputation grew, she played the popular boys, the cute chicks. Everyone were gossiping about her but she knew it all about the others. The high-class girls started to fear her, for obvious reasons. You know the song "Take your man" by Mahogany Lox?

"I can take your mans, if I want to

But lucky for you, I don't want to"

And to the male party? The ones brave enough approach her, the ones with death wish will try and flirt, the others just admired from afar....

.....

"...Heracles.."

"Heracles...?"

"HERACLES!"

The sudden loud call of his name strattled the mountain of a teen. Currently in the middle of lunch break, Heracles was sitting at his usual table with his close friends; Castor, Jack and two years younger Göll, who was more like his little sister really. Now with his attention finally focused, Heracles turned towards his friend. "What are you doing, your food's getting cold" the teen with a bob cut asked picking on his rice. With a small, confused 'hm?' Heracles looked down towards his plate "Wha- Oh, ya! Sorry I kinda got lost in thoughts" the ginger smiled, putting a mouthful of already cold marinated chicken with vegetables in his mouth. A small laugh could be heard over the voices in the cafeteria, opposite from the ginger football player.

"Come on Hercules, go talk to her~" their senior Jack laughed, seeing his friend's face go totally red. "T-Talk to who?!" whispering a chocked yell, the football player's tough facade flew out of the window. Jack only raised an eyebrow "You know who, Y/n L/n of course! The Miss unapproachable? The, sorry for the expression, Fuck girl of the school?" Heracles only mumbled something shyly, staring holes into his food. Göll giggled beside him, leaning to catch his eyes. "Don't be scared she'll definitely like you!" she said with so much enthusiasm, it was a wander how it fit into her small form.

"I'm not scared! Why would I be? Wha? Wh-what are you even implying??!"

"Oh please, you're kind, funny and handsome! A total gentleman!" Göll clapped her hands, frowning her eyebrows in determination. Hercules only blushed, buds of sweat forming on his forehead and turned towards Y/n's table over his shoulder. "Oh look now's your chance! She's talking with my sis!!" Göll pointed towards her, jumping in excitement. But Hercules hasn't moved, quickly turning to his plate head falling between his stuff shouldes. Castor leaned closer to Hercules smiling gently. "Look you should talk to her, that way it won't weight you anymore" Jack leaned back sipping his tea as Hercules took a breath.

"Aaaand you can't be a virgin forever~"

"JACK!"

Hercules could hear his friends bicker and laugh as he neared hit target. Just as he was in sight field Brunhilde smile at him in greeting. "Oh, hey Heracles" Brun's voice made Y/n turn and see who was the unlucky soul that decided to interfere in their conversation. Her e/c eyes met with sharp baby blue ones of a surprisingly tall guy. Unimpressed she raised a brow waiting for him to voice his request. The boy cleared his throat, lightly preparing himself. "I apologize for disturbance ladies, but uh," he took a pause, eyes flicking between the two girls "m-may I talk to Brunhilde for a minute please?"

Brun slowly turner her eyes away, looking towards the table Hercules left moments ago, only to meet with the excited shines of her younger sister. The girl was squeezing her tumbs so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her overjoyed form was moving around in her seat, quite opposite to the boys sitting at the same table. Both looking they're way in interested, Jack's heterochromatic eyes slightly squinting in mischief, small smirk hiding under his slowly growing mustache. Obviously getting the hint Brun smiled turning her attention back to Hercules' nervous form. Resting her cheek against her hand, she asked "Oh is it about your game today?" the glit in her eyes showed Hercules she wants him to follow her lead, so despite knowing what she's implying, he obeyed.

"Ah, um yeh.. yes" he nodded nonchalantly. Brunhilde smiled sweetly "Yes, I'll come watch" she turned to her companion "Wanna come with me?" Y/n only hummed, playing with her food. "Ya, why not. I have nothing better to do anyway" she sighed and returned to her food, not really glancing at Hercules. His eyes twinkled as his lips twitched upwards slightly. After a short moment of silence, it started to feel a little awkward.

"So um, I'll see you both there then" he smiled sheepishly turning away to leave before the lunch break finished. But before he left he heard Brun "We'll cheer for you!" Heracles only chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed.

.....

Y/n kinda wanted to check out the football game today so she'd visit anyway. But why not play hard to get? Now she was sitting beside Brunhilde on stands, watching the game unfold. It was interesting. Well not the game itself, but rather the players. I mean who wouldn't like tall, sweaty men ramming and wrestling with each other while the prettiest girls in the shortest skirts cheering them on.

Y/n was intrigued, here and there she caught the Hercules boy looking their way. Of course she couldn't tell whether he was looking at Brun or her. Brun was the friend of his after all.

Brunhilde on the other hand didn't miss those small smirks of his everytime Y/n cursed their team for losing the ball. Brun was determined, she knew this plan would work. Despite not taking part in this whole Heracless-crush-thing, those quiet desperate signals from Göll were enough to decide she'll take the matter in her own hands.

As the game ended Brun excused herself and quickly left, leaving Y/n at the stands near the entrance to the changing rooms. With a little compliance, Y/n agreed to wait for her friend.

Leaning on the wall she boredly swiped through her phone. With an irritated groan she checked the time. 'God where the hell is she?' pushing herself off the wall, about to leave not wanting to waste anymore time. Well she tried to leave, if it wasn't for the soft wall that someone placed right before her. Grunting courses under her breath, Y/n looked up meeting baby blue irises.

"Oh excuse me miss, are you alright?" Heracles stood before her, sweaty and breathing slightly unevenly. Y/n took a step back and . She must've admit, he looked quite tasty in that football uniform of his. It clung nicely to his chest and shoulders. He was tall with wide shoulders and slim waist. Long ginger hair and some kind on make-up on his face. But as her eyes slid down his abdomen, the same markings peaked from under his shirt. They were even on the same side, but other boys from their team weren't painted like that, maybe it is a tattoo?

"Uhm, m-miss?" his voice was what chaught her attention and she quickly looked to his face. Not that she was hiding that she was literally feeding on his appearance. And that pink tint on his cheeks was kinda cute. "You're surprisingly polite for a guy your age" she grumbled, crossing her arms over het chest "I like it, give me your phone" she said extending her hand. Heracles wanted to say something when Y/n mentioned his politeness, but that was quickly shut down after she asked for his phone. Honestly, his whole brain shut down. So he just stood there, like a statue.

"Hello?" Y/n raised an eyebrow "Are you still there?" Heracles only blinked. "Y-Yah uh... I-It's in my back, i-in the locker" pointing a finger behind Y/n. She turned seeing the entrance to the showers. He even pointed to the wrong direction, damn he's so cute. "Well" she faced him again "then go get it, hop hop! I don't have all day!" She clapped her hands, making him nod and particularly ran to find his bag.

After a minute, Heracles was back. Panting and fluffed up, his clothes wrinkly and hair flying all over the place. Showing his phone into Y/n's face. Y/n only chuckled at his cuteness. He was so desperate and desperately trying to hide it. So cute. She tapped in her contacts, putting a heart behind her name. Then she did the same with his contacts in her phone. Putting him under the name 'Gladiator<3'. After she departed with a wave telling Heracles to text her when he gets home. Leaving this poor boy to freeze where he was, gripping his phone a little too hard, blushing so much that if you looked close enough, you'd see steam coming from his ears.

.....

After some shy messages here and there, those two started texting each other regularly. Becoming good friends in no time. Heracles' personality was probably the main indicator, he was sweet, kind and just so easy to talk to. Good mornings and good nights were a must. Telling each other what they were doing each day, how they were etc.

Until Hercules sent this one message that changed everything.....

Gladiator<3

Hey Herc

Whatcha doin~?

Hey

Nothing much

Just thinking

Thinking?

Abt wha?

You

Y/n really didn't know if it was intentional or if he just sent it and later the meaning hit him like a train, and to be honest Heracles didn't either.

Needless to say he was frightened shitless the next day at school. He even considered not showing up, I mean..... His stomach really felt weird, like he'll throw up if he sees y/n in the hallway.

Thankfully he was able to avoid her the majority of the day, but unfortunately for him Jack took things into his own hands.

Y/n felt bad, like really bad. This guy was the only one that she felt bad for after leaving on "seen". The feeling got even worse during the day, Heracles didn't even text her good morning for God's sake!

By the time lunch arrived, Y/n was on nettles. She hoped she'll see Heracles at their table and maybe would be able to talk it out, but once there only Jack was there to meet her. Reading news on his phone, such a weird fella.

"Hi Jack" Y/n slumped into the chair beside him with a sigh. Jack only hummed at her presence, too deep in the thing he was reading. They never talked much, but we're never in uncomfortable silence, so Y/n never pressured him.

Jack put down his phone taking a sip from his tea. "He's at the gym" Y/n looked up not really getting what he was saying. "Hercules, he's in the gym. He's probably juicing his brain for ideas." Jack specified, looking Y/n into her eyes. She only stared back, not moving a muscle.

"Well? Just go" Y/n stood up and left knocking few students out of her way, leaving only her lunch to keep the company to Jack. Who just continued to drink his tea with a smile.

.....

Pacing back and forth the whole gym Hercules already lost count of how many times he circled the room. What the hell was wrong with him? How could he text her that?? Of course she left him on "seen", what was she supposed to text to that. He wouldn't be surprised if she never texted him again, if never even wanted to see him. But.... He wanted to see her...

God he's so fucking scared. What should he do?

Pulling on his ponytail Heracles groaned, head falling backwards, his eyes closed. How could Y/n call him a gladiator when he's such a coward. Heracles had his back turned to the door when they were banged open by someone. He looked over his shoulder to see who was so impatient, only to freeze in his spot.

"Y/n?"

Stunned by her sudden appearance, Heracles never experienced first hand the "speak of the devil". The poor boy was even more surprised when Y/n walked to him and hugged him. "What the fuck are you doing, huh? Ignoring me like this?" her voice was mumbled due to her face being pressed into his chest. Heracles calmed down a little and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back. After a moment of silence Y/n spoke again, now more clearly. "I'm sorry, for not texting you back."

"I meant it"

"What?"

Hercules took a breath, straightening his back. Gathering up courage to look down at Y/n. "I like you"

"You're such a dork" Y/n laughed hitting the stressed out boy playfully.

Yep, they started dating. The play girl Y/n L/n was now in a relationship.

Those two love birds started spending more and more time together, even going as far as to have sleepovers. Y/n didn't believe Hercules was real at some moments tho, he was like from a romantic novel. Taking her on dates, bringing her flowers, listening to her ranting, even gossiping with her.

It was like a dream, Y/n may have really fallen in love. Only one last thing to do to make sure she's really about to invest into this relationship to work. She wanted him to fuck her. I mean... Can you blame her? Every time she saw him laying on the couch in his worn out tank top and sweatpants.

As time went on, Y/n was only hornier and hornier. Plus it was frustrating that even tho she did catch Hercules staring, he never crossed any lines. He only followed her lead. So why not use it to her advantage?

One evening Y/n called upon the girls meeting. She with Brunhilde and her sisters sat in a circle in her room. The problem at hand? How to seduce Y/n's boyfriend Hercules. The girls exchanged ideas:

Hrist was for Y/n to greet him wrapped up like a present, holding a paper with "For Hercules" on it. And if it didn't work then to just grab him and fuck him senseless.

Thrud was for a simple "Netflix and chill", maybe make some snacks to enjoy and just be a lil touchy and he'll surely follow.

Randgriz was too shy to say anything and the other girls just listened excitedly. Except for Alvitr that was sulking, because no one acknowledged her idea with sexy lingerie. Göll with Hlökk nearly passed out three times if it wasn't for Göndul.

And so the plan was made, with the finalizing help of Brun of course. Now it only needs to be put into action.

.....

The plan was simple, text Hercules asking him to stay at Y/n's house. This weekend was perfect because her parents went on some trip and won't be back till the next weekend.

Hercules agreed to stay of course and Y/n got to work. The first day was their usual. They lazied around the whole day and went to town in the evening. The next day however, Y/n sent Hercules shopping while she got ready.

Putting on her favorite red lingerie, ready to confront her boyfriend whenever he comes back.

.....

"H-hey" Y/n pushed Hercules on the bed. He was quick to sit up when she lowered herself before his legs, comfortably kneeling down. "W-what are y-..?" "Don't worry love, just relax and enjoy~" Y/n says seductively pulling his knees apart. With a lovestruck sigh, resting her cheek on his thigh. Her steady breaths brushed past the space of his pants, getting tighter and tighter with each exhale. Slowly unzipping his pants while maintaining eye contact with the blushing boy. First to look away was Hercules, his blush getting darker and spreading all the way from his ears to his chest. Heart drumming in his ears, banging against his ribs so hard he'd think they'll break. He didn't know where to look, it was getting so hot, where should he put his hands, what should he do?! Just as Hercules started to panic a gasp filled the room, his body shaking, mind going blank.

'Y/n! She-She's !! -' taking in a shaky breath

'She's!!'

Y/n only chuckled seeing his flustered state. She licked the under side of his manhood, following the giant vein from it's base to the head. Giving it a kiss with little kitten licks along his slit. Inching her hand towards his base, fingers slowly rubbing in circular motion. The precum rolled from his tip only to be gently licked off, twitching every time she did so. "Y-Y/n.." her e/c eyes peaked from below her long lashes with a seductive look, fire dancing behind her pupils. He couldn't look her in the eye, it was too much. Cowering his blushing face with the back of his hand, he looked away, eyebrows frowned.

"S-Stop.."

"Oh sorry for teasing you love, but you're just so cute~"

Being called cute now? Hercules pressed his lips together, only to open them in a moment letting out a relieved sigh. The warmth and wetness of Y/n's mouth enwrapped his cock. Sighing and moaning softly, Hercules closed his eyes. His tip hit the back of Y/n's throat. Hercules expected a gag from how hard the impact felt, but nothing. Only the small exhale as her nose buried in the short ginger hair, filling her lungs with his musk. This went on for some time, Hercules's moans and grunts sounded over the muffled sounds from the street.

"Y-Y/n"

"Let it out" Y/n said as her deep throat session ended, going back to licks and kisses. Stroking his length at fast pease, her mouth opened over his swollen red tip. The atlete let out a sudden loud groan reaching his big hand for her petite shoulders. "W-wait! Y/n!" She only chuckled moving her hand faster, forcing him over the edge. His hot cum shoot into her opened waiting mouth. Pulling away and sitting on his lap, Y/n swallowed the sticky, slightly salty substance, her e/c gaze meeting his blue one.

"Why did you? ... Doesn't it taste bad?" if his blush could get any darker, it did. Heracles' squinting, teary eyes barely saw his girlfriend. Y/n shaked her head, her h/c locks swinging from side to side "No, you're sweet" she reached for her face, swiping some escapee cum from the corner of her plump lips "Like a candy cane! Here!" and stuffed her seed covered finger into his mouth. His baby blue eyes widened as his shoulders shifted in surprise. Just as he wanted to protest, Y/n pulled her hand away, replacing her finger with her lips. In hopes to calm him down a little, she deepened the kiss, rubbing her tongue against his. Thankfully it did help, seeing as Hercules relaxed his shoulders, his hands unconsciously moving to rest on her hips.

Parting from the kiss to get some air, a small string of saliva hinting on the so recent kiss. Hercules, now completely relaxed, sighed resting his forehead against hers. "That ... That was weird" y/n chuckled again kneading his biceps gently. "Hmm, you'll probably like my juice more.... But I'm a little pent up so maybe later" she said as she moved from his lap. Y/n pulled up the skirt of her lingerie and pulled down her lace panties. Hercules turned his gaze to the side, being the gentleman he is. ...And not really mentally ready for what's to come.

Y/n grabbed his surprisingly still hard dick and aligned the tip with her soaking entrance as she straddled him again. "Sh-Shouldn't we use the protection?" Y/n's eyebrows flew up, her eyes meeting his in surprised gaze. Then smiling brightly hugging his neck and kissed his cheeks and lips repeatedly "That's why I love you! You're not like all the others!" Y/n hopped down and grabbed one, out of many, condoms from the drawer near the bed. Ripping the cover and slowly wrapping the condom on Hercules's manhood. Once finished she hopped on his lap once again and slowly sheathing him inside. Hercules let out a surprised hiss, eyebrows knitting together his blue eyes now tightly shut. Y/n moved her hips from side to side slightly to adjust to his length faster.

"AH, w-wai-- !!" Hercules grabbed her by her hips, stopping her movement. "Y-You're too tight!" He sighed out, resting his forehead on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her, his thighs shaking. Y/n waited for her lover to calm down again, gently rubbing his wide shoulders till she felt him move his hips upwards slightly. She pulled his face from her neck, moving his head till their eyes met. With that her lower body moved, slowly at first spreading her love juice around the thin wrap hugging Hercules's length. Hercules's hands holding Y/n's hips slid down to her ass, lifting her body effortlessly, opposite way to his thrusts. Gaining speed with every thrust, the room was filled with their mixed breathless moans and groans.

A small drop of sweat slid down his neck all the way to the pecks on his stomach. Y/n followed the drop with her eyes, feeding on the movement of his muscles with every labored breath. She was fascinated in Hercules' improvisation skills, maybe he was really just shy. Y/n moved her hands from his shoulders. One entangling with his low ponytail, slowly pulling on the band to free his ginger hair, and eventually resting her palm on the back of his neck. The other slid down his heaving chest, shifting the direction as soon as she reatched his bellybutton. Her hand gently held his on one of her butt cheeks.

"A-Are you ok?" Heracles asked breathlessly. It was hard to concentrate on more stimulants at once but her holding his hand may have meant he was doing something wrong. He needed to check. Y/n only chuckled giving him a kiss on his neck. "No, just hold on now baby" it took a second for Heracles to hear the meaning of her words. But by the time he could ask what she meant his hands released her bottom and his back hit the mattress. Her small delicate palms holding his down beside his head. With wide eyes he looked up, meeting her e/c irises. The smirk on her face was devilish. Her eyes nearly glowing in the dark.

"Hold on ok, big boy" with that she bounced on his lap with such speed and force Hercules though he'd pass out. Despite being much stronger, Hercules felt weak, literally under the command of his girlfriend. The coil in his stomach snapped before he could even register it's approach. With a quick movement of his hands he grabbed Y/n's arms and turned them both around. Now with him on top, Heracles stopped, emptying himself in the condom, hiding his head in her neck. He gasped for oxygen, tired and drained but still held himself up, not to crush Y/n with his weight. "Y-You did not.... D-did you?" he asked quietly, Y/n chuckled patting his back. "It's okey, it's your first time after all" she said with a gentle smile, Hercules moved from her neck looking at her face then down between her legs, where his cock still rested in her warmth. Blush returning to his ears he slowly pulled out, making sure to catch everything before spilling. He pondered for a second deciding what to do with it till Y/n smiled again and gently took the full condom from his hands and tied it shut, throwing it out into the bin next to get bed. Heracles' blush was constantly present as he turned Y/n to face him. He kissed her gently and lovingly. With their lips still touching he said "But I want you to feel good too"

His fingers moved between her legs. Y/n laughed and kissed just below his lips, "I love you so much" Hercules smiled "And I you" they both chuckled as Y/n palmed his hand against her womanhood, guiding his fingers.

"My lovely gladiator"

[astaraels]

You don’t get how bad I need your fem!gallavich headcanons 😭😭 (that being said pls - with no pressure - share some 🙏🙏🙏)

OKAY DON'T WORRY I'VE GOT A LOT OF THEM TO SHARE WITH YOU I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR SOME GOOD WLW FEM!GALLAVICH FEELS (these may be a little all over the place but just roll with me here okay? okay here we go)

to start with, Ian is a nickname for Lillian, Mickey is a nickname for Mykhaila (Ukrainian feminine form of Mikhailo)—they'd still go by Ian and Mickey, because if Lip can be a nickname for Phillip then all bets are fucking off :p

technically all of this started with my brain going "lesbian gallavich with hella self image issues" because they don't feel like they can measure up to their "prettier" sister (Mandy and Fiona) but both of them thinking the other is gorgeous as hell. Mickey being kind of a femme/butch (which is why she's the one who calls the shots with her brothers, she's the tomboy compared to Mandy), and Ian wanting to be all pretty and femme but doesn't think there's a point to it because money and also she doesn't think highly of herself

things would be way different for them both as lesbians—Ian would definitely still be the forgotten middle child, although she and Lip would still be Fiona's backup ("you two are my rocks") because I refuse to believe that girl Ian wouldn't be just as committed to ROTC and fitness as canon Ian. She'd be able to kick anyone's ass any day of the week. I think she'd really look up to Lip and ofc he'd love Ian as his little sister but like, with the same kind of condescending vibe he gives Fiona and Debbie? Although maybe since they're practically twins his misogyny toward Ian wouldn't be as blatant.

she'd still be taller than him (tallest Gallagher no matter what!) and have long red hair that she just throws back in a bun or ponytail all military style. I can't see her having short hair just because short cuts can be a lot to maintain, better just to let it grow and keep it pulled back. (I know, I've thought way too much about the little stuff lol)

Mickey would be very punk. With an undercut and all kinds of piercings. Mandy gets more attention from boys but Mickey does get her share, although of course she's like blegh. She'd rather be kicking ass and taking names and proving to her dad that she's just as good at being a fuckin Milkovich as Iggy and Colin—she's got more brains than both of them combined and she's smart as a whip when it comes to doing math, as well as where scamming people is concerned. Terry would begrudgingly acknowledge this but never misses a chance to put her down because she's just another dumb bitch. Only serves to make Mickey more determined to show what she can do, though, and her brothers and cousins are no match for her when it comes to scrappy back alley fighting. She climbed to the top of the heap early on and punches out anyone who tries to take her on.

Ian absolutely falls in the lesbian stereotype of wearing flannel constantly. I feel like she would want to do girly sorts of things but like, doesn't feel she'd measure up to Fiona or other girls so she just sticks with "comfortable" as her main fashion staple. Her and Debbie probably share a room too, although as I said above, she's still super close with Lip. Debbie would ADORE her big sister, would look up to and admire Ian because they've got so much in common—it might even be that she finds Ian's lesbian porn and that's how she knows about it ("penetration isn't required for sex to occur").

I'm not sure how they'd meet in this au but it would still probably involve Mickey chasing Ian around trying to beat her up lmao. my original thought was maybe like, either Mickey chased after Ian because of something Lip did in a reverse of canon, or Mandy thought Ian was talking shit about her. Regardless, the idea of 5'1" Mickey chasing after 5'9" Ian is hilarious especially because I feel like Ian would end up being almost six foot tall by the time she's done with puberty.

even once Ian and Mandy end up being bffs (there'd definitely be some miscommunication, but Ian doesn't wanna get murdered by the Milkovich siblings, so she manages to clear the air with Mandy when she can get away from Mickey and their brothers), Ian probably wouldn't tell Mandy she's gay, gotta keep that shit on lock. So once they're besties she's gotta endure all the boy talk and be like oh haha yeah totally…but at some point Mandy would figure it out, probably because she's not dumb and also Ian "play what cool" Gallagher is not as subtle as she thinks she is. But Mandy, other than asking if Ian has the hots for her ("you're beautiful, but I like you better as my friend"), is actually pretty chill and realizes she doesn't actually mind hanging out with a lesbo. Yes, Ian and Mandy and Mickey would use all the derogatory slurs that get used towards lesbians, although Ian is used to the casual homophobia and Mickey is the most homophobic gay ever (I feel like she'd definitely call herself a fag and a dyke once she gets more comfortable in her identity).

idk how the whole grooming thing with Kash and Ned would transfer over—maybe Ned would be some rich lesbian cougar who wants a kept girl or something. But that's unfortunately a big part of Ian's character, the middle kid who's the only one to be physically abused (and yeah, Frank would still hit Ian, boy or girl), and is desperate for any kind of affection so attaches to anyone who gives it. Kash might be a (seemingly) meek wife to some bruiser of a husband who's short and has small dog syndrome, and that makes her sympathetic in Ian's eyes, thus making it easier for her to take advantage of Ian. I try not to think about Kash too much but it is an important part of Ian's self-image

I'm gonna talk about s3 in its own post because I have some Thoughts and Ideas for some changes to make things interesting :p

season 4 would be really even more depressing because I think that when Ian is manic (there'd be no running away to the army because she couldn't use Lip's identity; instead she'd go straight her sugar mama and from there calls Monica when things get too wild) she'd end up getting pimped out by Monica to really gross straight dudes—not that there aren't creeper lesbians who like younger women, but in general it'd be easier for her to find a job stripping at a regular club (lesbian bars don't seem to have the same opportunities as a straight bar or a men's gay bar do wrt making money). Poor Lip and Debbie finding her in the skimpiest outfit, worse than anything Fiona ever had to wear for a job, with way too much makeup on and dollar bills tucked in her underwear, coked out as hell, skinny enough you can see her hipbones, brain and mouth going about 300 miles a minute...ugh.

But Mickey coming and bringing her home safe and sound <3 beating up the skeevy guys trying to roofie her <33 watching over Ian while she sleeps <333

In a happier train of thought, I love the idea that Mickey really likes Ian's long hair and plays with it when she's not really thinking and Ian gets all 😍😍😍 because it means Mickey might like her omg. Mickey has a partial undercut and Ian loves the texture of the shaved part of her hair. Tells her not to let it grow back out and everything.

Mickey having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her stupidly tall gf ("You're too tall, Red" "Complain all you want, Mick, you know you like it”). Mickey likes getting manhandled but only by Ian—anyone else tries it and they're losing a hand. But Ian shoves her against a wall and does her whole cocky, smug, looming thing and Mickey can't help but melt in her arms (not that she'd let Ian know about it, not at first; gotta make Gallagher work for that shit. Just cause she's a fag doesn't mean that she's anyone's bitch!).

I also like to think that Ian would try the super femme thing in s4 era and Mickey, once out, would be a little more comfortable being more butch, but they both come off as a mix? I just love the idea of fem!gallavich playing with gender stuff in that very specific lesbian relationship with gender—on one of Mickey's more butch days Ian jokes and calling Mickey her boyfriend and Mickey being like oh

personally I feel like Mickey in her dyke era (s5) is an absolute pint-sized powerhouse, and still an absolute fashion icon because those cut-off vests? the tank tops? perfection🤌🏻

most of my thoughts are of early gallavich because I think things would go much differently since Sammi can't call the MPs on Ian in this au, but lemme just say that there's some fun stuff I'll be adding in another ask to add to the DRAMA

[ask-shane]

this has already probably been asked, but what's yor opinion on the other bachelors and bachelorettes in town? (you don't have to do ALL of them! just do a few if you want!!)

i'm not one to usually talk aloud about my neighbors, but let's give this a shot. for all intents and purposes.

might as well go through the whole list while we're at it. and hey, just a fair warning: my opinion is always subject to change. i'm just speaking based on what i know for now.

alright. prepare for some blabbing. if you're not interested, there's your cue to bounce.

alex: alex is complicated. he's a little self-absorbed. and arrogant. but he's also not as mean as he seems. he just has this whole "bad boy" image he likes to put on for whatever reason. at his core, i think he's actually a pretty nice guy. we both like gridball and can chat over that so i can't really complain too much. sebastian: i hardly see this guy around. maybe during town festivals or at the saloon playing pool, yeah, but i can count on my fingers the amount of times we've talked one on one. it's possible he's just not much of a talker. i can't figure out if he's reserved or just doesn't have a lot to say. dude's doing his own thing most of the time and that's fine by me. elliott: his speech and outlook on life can come off as kinda pretentious or egotistical, though to be fair... if i were him, i'd be the same way. he's done well for himself. he's a little hard to catch since he never leaves the house, but if you get him talking about books, his passion is pretty admirable. it's just hard to connect with him because he always seems to have this "mysterious elusive writer" image up.

sam: i don't mind this guy, actually. he's my co-worker too which i guess is a good thing. he's laid-back and doesn't sweat the little stuff. super easy going, just wants to chill out and have a good time... we're not close buddies or anything, but from our short break room chats, it's clear he's pretty passionate about music. almost reminds me of myself when i was younger. he's got a good head on his shoulders. harvey: what can i say? he saved my life when i was at my lowest. i've got a lot of respect for the work he does and for taking me in that night. sure, he's dorky, but he's way smarter than i could ever dream of being, so who am i to judge? he's like the dream kid every parent wishes theirs could be. hope the guy's not overworking himself. knowing him though, he probably is... emily: she's one of the closer friends i have in this shitty town. she's been incredibly optimistic for as long as i've known her and normally that'd piss me off, but i actually find her tolerable. maybe it's the way she accepted me and stayed kind even when i was being a piece of shit. i gotta appreciate her for that.

abigail: i know she's pierre's daughter and that's about where my knowledge stops. like sebastian, i hardly ever see her, let alone find a reason to chat. she's a mystery to me. i do wonder if she has any hard feeling towards me, considering my job at joja right across from her dad's store. knowing the trouble that corporation's caused them, i'm not sure i'd forgive me either. hopefully she gets that it's not my call though.

haley: i never thought i'd say this out loud, but she's kind of the stereotype for spoiled city girl. she thinks she's all that and you just get the sense that she thinks she's better than you. she probably sees me as nothing more than dirt beneath her shoes for all i know. although honestly, i think it's just a defense mechanism for some deeper insecurity. i can see right through that.

penny: she's jas's teacher and also the only teacher for the kids in town. that's gotta be a handful. thankfully it seems like she really loves what she does. i have a feeling she just wants to do the right thing, which is hard to find in people these days. she also has to deal with pam's alcoholic instability at home but never gives up or lets herself become hopeless and i admire her for that. good for her.

maru: while i don't know her personally, i know she's accomplished. from what i've seen and heard from her proud dad, they work together on science research projects and whatnot. with a strong support system like hers she's set up for a future making headlines as an astronomer or something like that. she strikes me as someone who struggles to take things easy but that's pretty normal for goal-oriented people. i don't have much to say about her aside from that. leah: she's my neighbor, if you can even call it that. every time i see her art in the town square, i've gotta admit, it gets a nod of approval from me. i try not to knock other people's art, but every now and then i see these abstract pieces going for a million g that make me think i could've made them at home for a buck or two. so i gotta hand it to her. her craft is impressive.

[broflovski-brah]

rant under the cut (about wendy and kyle and their fanon portrayals)

why don’t people portray wendy as smart

wendy is EVERY BIT just as smart as Kyle is and yet kyle is always the one in fanfic who gets into fucking yale or some ivy league school while wendy is jacking it off in san diego or some shit, like i’m not saying wendy is a female kyle. i’m just saying that wendy is every bit as smart as kyle is and should be portrayed as such in fanfics

and i don’t understand wendy haters who just call her a bitch like how is she a bitch? is she a bitch for having strong opinions? again, i guess kyle would be a bitch then too? like wendy is CANONICALLY CLASS PRESIDENT and in every fucking fic she is portrayed as some bratty spoiled snob who just mentally berates stan or is being a fucking piece of shit to everyone around her like she is not a bitch. she is smart and she has strong opinions! like i literally don’t get wendy haters who say ‘oh wendy is a bitch, wendy is opinionated’ and then like praise kyle and put him on a pedestal.

and just to clarify i am not a kyle hater, kyle is my favorite character (one of them anyway). but wendy and kyle literally are both smart and are both people who have strong opinions, just one is a boy and one is a girl. so why when a girl has an opinion is she a bitch? why when a girl is canonically smart she has to be portrayed as dumb in fanfic? like sure maybe she wasn’t the best for stan, but to be fair he wasn’t the best for her! like the justification of her ‘being a bitch to stan!’ or ‘being too opinionated’ is so fucking funny to me.

And another thing, why is kyle always portrayed as the stressed out workaholic ‘school is life’ kid? like…okay, i’m guilty of this. (not the school is life part but the kinda workaholic part) i do have my own headcanons that he is really busy in high school, but with sports and clubs. He doesn’t just do school. like…this is the way I portray him. (school wise)

he does basketball, maybe swims. He might work on weekends because his parents want him to have a good footing in the workplace to prepare him for college. He does tutoring and tries to help people out and he does take school somewhat seriously. he’s just kinda book smart. he doesn’t study all the time. he may forget a meal every once in a while because he gets busy and loses track of time but he’s not actively starving himself or depriving himself of sleep. he really only studies for big tests and tries hard on projects but he doesn’t dedicate his life to school. (I don’t know if that really justifies my headcanoning and i’m sorry if it comes off as offensive or promotes bad jewish stereotypes if it does i’ll fix it, i swear)

but like…wouldn’t wendy be the same way? wendy is very dedicated to school and stuff, she works her tail off as well and gets the short end of the stick on almost every fanon scenario. She’s portrayed as a bitch, and in fanfics with OCs she is the stereotypical mean girl bully who ‘stops Y/N from getting with whoever the fuck she’s pining after’ and it’s so fucking annoying. She would not be a mean girl, if anything she would be one of the most welcoming people in school. And in high school fics when her and Bebe are portrayed as people who bully freshmen and stuff like maybe Bebe would a little bit but Wendy would not. if anything Wendy would stand up for them.

bottom line is don’t strip wendy of her intelligence. don’t strip wendy of her strong willed personality and dress her up as some mean girl bully. she isn’t any of that. and if kyle can be a smart, morally inept person then so can wendy. there’s no reason she can’t be.

[sparkles-oflight]

I wasn't going to post this. I saw everyone jumping on the "let me tell you my emotional connection to joker out" train and I wasn't going to participate because.....well....my annoying ass already said everything there needs to be said through tags on random posts (I should really learn how to shut my mouth).

But now it's 4 am (thank you Rosa Linn, I can't say that seriously ever again), I'm having trouble sleeping since I'm not fully recovered from my cold, so, fuck it.

I'll go on a rant so... I'll add the little thing that "divides" the post so that is easier to skip

Ah....where to start...I could tell you how I started enjoying joker out but that's a wholeass post on itself...

So, I'm going to start with how I connect to each member.

Bojan, you were the one who "opened the doors" to me. Frontman doing his service. In Bojan I saw a lot about myself. I saw a guy who loves to make bad puns, who loves languages and brag about their multicultural knowledge. I saw a guy who can be awkward at times, who deal with anxiety problems... Who says they'll stay away from Social media and then proceeds to post the most unhinged things. I saw someone who likes to understand societies as well (please be my tutor, I really need to pass sociology this is year) and likes to fight stereotypes.

Kris told us Bojan's parents can be a bit more judgy and without going into a lot of details, I'll say I also understand that so much (I didn't want to bring sexuality into this, but even if Bojan turns out to be straight, I still relate to all the pressure is parents must put on him just because he goes against "the norm" in the Balkans).

Kris...my bitch.

(Jk jk, I love him a lot).

How do I start?

Kris and I honestly have a lot of common too. The whole "bullying for falling at being one gender" thing hits so close. I don't talk about my gender much but I currently identify as a enby/gender fluid. However, for most of my life I was terrified of failing as a girl.

I remember coming home and asking my mom why was I different from the other girls (NOT IN THE WAY YOU ARE THINKING, PLS, I'M QUITE LITERALLY JUST NOT A GIRL 😅) and she would reply stuff like "Of course you are like the others, you have a vagina like them" - this sounds so bad and it made me feel so much worse because it didn't provide me with an answer at all to the bullying I endured. I had short hair, liked "boyish" things and so I was called a boy (+I got transphobic comments too ✌🏽😙). I was never as close with the girls because of it and boys would also exclude me from being too close to them. I was in the middle and I had to change my personality countless times to fit my assigned gender.

Now that I'm in university, I finally figured myself out and it's so refreshing waking up to see myself with short hair again, with more "genderless" clothes, having no problems with my little "moustachio" and being able to appreciate what I see in the mirror... learning to love myself.

Kris as we know him identifies as a man. He, however, also learned how to break the gender stigma (AND THAT OUTFIT IS A FUCKING STATEMENT) and learned that having confidence in himself is all that matters. No matter how long your hair is, no matter how you dance or sing, no matter the color of your pants. Be yourself and be proud of you are is really what matters!

Jan....I actually don't have a lot to say (I think I wasted most my words with Kris), but just like Kris I also love how comfortable Jan feels in himself and how little he seems to care about what others think. I love his sense of humor and his style. I love his voice and how sometimes he can get a little embarrassed off-stage...I would just really love to have him as a best friend honestly. He probably zones out instead of listening, but oh well 😅

Naceeeeee, my teddy bear. I also don't have the energy to dive too deep in the topic, but as someone who also struggled with body image issues, I'm so proud whenever Nace feels comfortable on his own skin. It's refreshing.

But obviously I gotta mention that post. It's kinda funny to me that he wrote that when I'm currently writing a story for my script class about how it is to live with divorced parents and how the feeling of belonging is something we strive for.

It's something I definitely struggled with all my life and it's getting worse as time goes on. It's so refreshing to see another person go through and talk about it and seeing that they reached the happy ending I'm also looking for...

Jure le chatton. You know I don't usually talk much about you because we know nothing about your life. However, that interview where you said you asked your mom why you were problematic, hit me hard. For a lot of reasons I have mentioned before, but also because I'm considered problematic by both my parents. I don't want to get into many details... It's 4m after all.

There's one thing I was going to mention on Bojan's part, but I figured it would fit the whole band.

I really really am looking up to these guys. They are around my age and they have done so much already. I have been stuck in the past couple of years due to my depression - and realistically I never thought of actually turning 18, let alone 20 - and seeing how much they worked hard makes me want to work hard myself. I haven't been able to, but hopefully I will...

Also, everyday I have been waking up in a good mood knowing I have met some incredible people thanks to this fandom and the boys! Like, excuse people actually care about what I write, what???? 😅

It's been a great experience so far. Let's see what this will bring me in the future :)

[wynndynights]

Hi! Um I was wondering if you could do a draken x shy male reader x Mikey (poly plz)

Reader wants cuddles but it to shy to ask his boyfriends

I understand if you don’t wanna do this, no pressure!

I absolutely can! This was such a cute ask, I got so excited about it when I got it!! I'm sorry it took so long for me to respond, and I really hope you enjoy it. Hopefully it meets your expectations well, and sorry if I misunderstood the prompt in any way.

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~~Poly Draken x M! Reader x Mikey~~

Summary: Draken and Mikey get some soft afternoon cuddles from their shy boyfriend

Warnings: Nothing but pure soft fluff ahead!!

AAAAAAAAAAA I love poly stuff it's so cute!!! Hehe anyway enjoy <3

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It was another quiet afternoon in your apartment. The evening sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a light orange glow on the room. Draken had just gotten home from the store, having gone out to get items to make the three of you dinner. Mikey, on the other hand, was sitting at the dining room table, cheek pressed against the wooden surface as he drooled, slumbering away peacefully. 

From your spot sitting on the sofa in the adjoined living room, you were able to watch the two of them with a small bashful smile. You had always been more on the quiet side, but despite your shy personality, you had been lucky enough to meet and grow close with the two boys who you now called your boyfriends. Now, on most evenings like this one, the three of you would find yourselves hanging out together in your apartment, relaxing and enjoying each other's company. 

You watched Draken move around your kitchen preparing dinner, careful not to make too much noise so as to not wake the shorter blonde haired boy. You always enjoyed watching him cook. Growing up with all the girls in the brothel, he had learned to do many of the more stereotypically "feminine" household jobs. Rather than finding it odd though, you thought it was quite endearing. He always looked so calm and focused on these chores, and it was a nice change from the usual stressed expressions caused by Mikey's shenanigans and struggles with the gang.

He looked up after sliding the food into the oven, his eyes meeting yours and a light smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You looked down at your lap shyly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the fact that he had caught you staring. He made his way over and sat down next to you, placing a hand on top of your head and ruffling your hair lightly.

"How are you doing?" he asked, tilting his head to be able to meet your eyes again. Yet another thing that you found endearing about him. Even when he had other things going on, he always made time to check up on his boyfriends.

"'M alright," you mumbled shyly, shifting slightly in your seat. You wanted to move closer to him, to snuggle into his side, but you had always been on the more nervous side when it came to instigating physical contact. 

As if reading your mind, Draken scooted closer to you on the couch, smiling softly. He put an arm over your shoulder and pulled you gently into his side, resting his head on top of yours and reaching to hold your hand.

"Glad to hear that, baby." Draken smiled patiently, used to your usually short responses at this point. He had never minded much. He knew that was just part of your personality, and he loved you nonetheless. "How long has Mikey been asleep?"

"Since a little after you left-" you replied quietly. As if awoken by the sound of his name, Mikey stirred in his seat, raising his head and looking around with groggy eyes. His gaze finally settled on the two of you, and he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, smiling lightly at the sight of the two of you cuddled up on the couch.

"Ken-chin, you're back," he hummed happily, slowly getting up from the table and making his way over. You blushed lightly again as he sat on your other side, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling his face into your shirt. "Sorry I fell asleep, (y/n)-chan," he hummed sleepily. 

"It's alright." You shook your head quickly to dismiss his apology and he smiled, snuggling into you further. 

"How long until dinner's done?" Mikey questioned, sniffing the air lightly as the smell of the food cooking started to drift in from the kitchen. 

"Not too much longer," Draken replied. Your lips turned down into a light pout knowing that your cuddles were going to be cut short, but as if reading your mind once again, he smiled lightly. "I promise we can go right back to snuggling after you've been well fed though, Mister. And until it's ready, I'm not going anywhere," he assured you.

You smiled shyly and nodded, allowing him to wrap his arms around both you and Mikey, pulling the two of you closer so that he could reach to place a light kiss to the top of each of your heads. 

"Love you both," you hummed quietly, snuggling further down in between the two other boys. 

"Love you too!" Mikey chirped up happily, pecking your cheek softly. 

"I love you too, (y/n)," Draken replied softly.

The three of you fell fairly quiet after that, enjoying the warm cuddles in silence. You knew that soon you would have to get up to continue going about your lives, but for now, all three of you treasured this small moment. In the midst of school and their running the gang, times like these were rare, but that only made you treasure them even more. No matter what might happen, you loved your boyfriends, and they loved you. And here, in this small, peaceful moment, that was all that mattered.

[apersonwholikeslotus]

ok so I couldn't get the age order to be the way I wanted and ignore the moms names they're just placeholders;

but here is Abby's immediate family for the bookseller and the florist. François was married to Anne and they had Matt; they got divorced and after the divorce François realized he was Bi. Such is life. Matt was an "every 3 days kid" until he was like 12 and something with the custody came up; he went to being with dad all the time and mom only every other weekend. And by the time he was 15-ish he just stayed with François (and Will) all the time.

Will was married to Dorothy (they were highschool sweethearts who got married at like 19 and everyone was like 'bad idea but go off ig'), they pretty quickly had Jack, and then about three years later Liam. William had some Stuff (TM) happened that made him realize he was gay, him and Dorothy were divorced by the time Liam was 1. They're still decently good friends, even though she moved pretty far away. Jack and Liam always spent summers with her, school year with William and then bounced back and forth for the allotted holidays.

{side note there's eight-ish years between François and Will so Matt is significantly older than Jack and Liam even tho their dads were about the same age when they had their first kid}

I haven't decided exactly but Abby was somewhere between 7-10 when she was adopted; she's older than Liam, about the same age as Jack, and younger than Matt (yes i know what the fic says i'm going to edit some things). Will and François had been together for about 3-ish years when they adopted Abby. (well, William adopted Abby, François got his name added when it became legal where they lived when she was about 12)

{side note pt 2. in this AU François and Will never actually get married due to a little thing called "it's not legal yet" & when it does become legal they just don't bc of a mutual "marriage was fun to try but i'm never doing that again sorry"; they might file for some sort of civil partnership eventually but besides that}

Years later, like Liam is in his 2nd year of highschool later, they get early on-set empty nest do some Debating, and end up getting a surrogate and having Peter. Officially they don't know who his bio dad is, but you look at the boy for two minutes and can tell he's a Kirkland. Just,,, Matt is back in town, Abby & Jack are back from College for fall break or smth, Liam is in highschool he's always home but; they sit all the kids down and are just "we have big news, we're having a baby!" and the general reaction is "what-what the fuck? aren't you two like,,, ancient?"

Anyway time goes on, Peter is like 3, Liam moved out to live with his mom and go to college around where she lives, Abby is back with an English degree to help Will run the shop (initially she was going to be a teacher but changed her mind); Jack is getting some long fancy degree no one quite understands but he's hyped about it and he's never been excited about school. And Matt is off wandering a national park and having a grand old time doing it.

Pete is down for a nap François slides in the room with a serious conversation to have with William;

within two years they've adopted Angelique, she's about six when Pete is five so they're close but not as close as Abby and Jack. It's so stereotypical but Abby was super happy to have a sister FINALLY she had kinda been hoping Peter was a girl but it's fine. She's fine.

And then last but def not least in the story there is actually going to be a future chapter when Abby drags Lars to meet her parents with the excuse of "you know that baby my parents have been fostering? Wendy? well the adoption papers finally went through, so legally she's their kid and legally she's my sister and they're throwing a little party and you should come and meet the rest of my family everyone is going to be there yes bring Emma and Henri"

anyway the age order is;

Matthieu

Abby

Jack

Liam

Angelique

Peter

Wendy

[inluvwyouu]

bllk boys as american high school stereotypes

✧.* notes— bc i’m a bored asf high school senior and just finished rewatching high school musical

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo

(in pt. 2: chigiri hyoma, shoei barou, itoshi rin, itoshi sae)

warnings: none :)

isagi yoichi - the accomplished nerd

you cannot tell me this kid wouldn’t at least be ranked top 6% or smth

like he would definitely have his whole high school life and college career planned out using his meta vision or whatever

he would “devour” all of his tests, quizzes, concept checks, etc.

and not to mention that he plays soccer

i know for a fact dude would milk the soccer thing for all it’s worth on his college apps

like in every other sentence on his college essay he would be talking about his soccer trauma lmao

he would also be a part of so many other clubs just to have a stacked resumé

i feel like he would study a lot too like just because he wants to do well in school in general

he’s one of those nerds that’s not necessarily popular but everyone knows him because people talk about his grades and his rank and they look up to him and stuff

was definitely cancelled for a bit for calling one of his classmates a slur after getting a bad grade on a group project…

nagi seishiro - the “invisible” kid

he’s not actually invisible he just never shows up to class lmao

he shows up occasionally to get the bare minimum of school hours so he can graduate, and also shows up for test days because making up work is a pain

he usually just sits in the back of class and is either sleeping or blatantly playing on his phone but the teachers never say anything because they lowkey forget he exists

but somehow he still has perfect grades??

he doesn’t think he has a lot of friends because he thinks it’s too much energy to keep up with a social life

and yet he’s still pretty popular and was somehow dragged into a huge friend group without even trying

a lot of girls have hallway crushes on him and try to flirt with him but he doesn’t even notice

and if he does he just pretends he doesn’t.

he couldn’t care less about school and just goes because he has to and internally complains about wanting to go home the entire day

bachira meguru - the weird kid

i’m sorry i love bachira but he’d definitely be that one kid people laugh at in the hallways

not necessarily in a “he gets bullied” way but just like, he’s weird and he knows it, everyone else knows it, and he’s genuinely funny

he’s like the weird kid that everyone’s friends with if ykwim

but it’s also kind of sad because he has no real friends

his grades are good enough i suppose; he doesn’t really try but he’ll get into a pretty decent college so he’s fine

doesn’t take school all that seriously

definitely the class joker

and is the subject of teacher gossip pretty much everyday because they find him incredibly tiring to deal with

other kids have seen him talking to himself in the hallways so they’re kind of creeped out by him

he’s completely aware that people talk about him behind his back but he doesn’t really care because he like being able to make people laugh

mikage reo - the rich kid

this one is obvious lol

he’s always wearing luxury brand names to school like it’s nothing

like catch this man in the hallway in gucci shoes, a louis vuitton jacket, prada sunglasses, and spraying his chanel perfume everywhere because the hallway smells like shit

people become friends with him just in the hopes that he’ll buy them super bougie stuff for their birthdays or whenever

he’s literally a nepo baby so he doesn’t even have to do well in school to get into a good college

has girls falling for him left and right but he knows it’s just because he happens to be wealthy and genetically fortunate

definitely would be a popular kid that gets along well with everyone

he’s really modest about his wealth but also not modest at all at the same time

the teachers try to suck up to him because they’re adamant that he’s going to be successful in the future (and he probably will)

blows money on his friends every time they hang out and throws the best parties with expensive ass alcohol

[romanarose]

For the Longest Time: Chapter 6

William Miller x Fem!OC (Lorelei Giang)

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Summary: Lorelei and Will find out what they are havin, and Lorelei spends a little alone time with Laci

Warnings and content: Pregnancy stuff, puking, talk of eating disorders (the puking is from nerves, not bulimia), Will's OCD, weight issues from both Lorelei and Laci. Lorelei spiraling and lots of negative self talk.

A/N: pretty short chapter, not super eventful but a little more development into Lorelei and Will's relationship. Next chapter things ramp up.

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“Honestly, William, you gotta have a preference.” Lorelei was riding in the passenger seat of Will’s truck on the way to the doctor. Today was the day they found out what they were having. More and more, the love for the life inside her grew. While this was far from planned, she found herself getting excited.

Will insisted he didn’t have a preference. “I don’t! I’m just excited, I can’t wait to meet them, whoever they are.”

“Well, I do to, and I don’t really care as long as they are healthy, buuuuuttttttt…”

“Buuuuuuuuttttttttt?”

“But, I think if I just HAD to pick, I’d pick a boy.”

Will bellowed a laugh. “A boy?”

“Yeah, out of my brother and my sister, he was the easiest.”

“Well Ben was absolutely not easy for me, I’ll tell you that.” He drove for a few seconds before finally admitting. “I guess, if I absolutely had to pick… I would say girl. I feel like I got a lot of experience with Rosie.”

Watching Will take care of Rosie made Lorelei feel like everything would be okay. More and more, she wished they met under different circumstances, had a different life, maybe together…

William held her hand tightly, and she felt a tight squeeze when the ultrasound popped up. “Oh my god, there they are…”

Lorelei’s heart sped up. There it was, the little baby inside her… the panic bubbled up so fast, she barely had time to cover her mouth. Will’s who had been there through her morning sickness, noticed her nausea immediately and grabbed a trash can in time for her to throw up in it. 

Will held back her hair, but not before she got puke in it. Seemingly not phazed, Will rubbed her back. “Hey, it’s alright princess, it’s okay. Get it out.” 

Princess. That didn’t help the nerves at all, causing another wave of vomit to projectile out of her. Great, there went breakfast. Princess? When did that happen? And why didn’t she hate it? She wasn’t his princess. She wasn’t anyone’s princess. No one had ever treated her well enough to be a princess. Lorelei wasn’t submissive enough to be anyone’s princess. She refuses to be an asian stereotype, and in return men didn’t want her for anything other than sex, which she gave up easily. She was a mean, aggressive, dumb, fat whore that got knocked up because she was horny and stupid. Why was Will calling her princess? More vomit. Did he expect her to settle down with him, to quit her job like he had implied and raise their baby, be a pretty, skinny, demure housewife? The puke was stopping, just dry heaves and a bit of stomach bile. She hadn’t thrown up that much since… 

When it was over, the sonographer gave her a washcloth for her face and hair. Great, she just washed her hair and set it last night. Will went to wash his hands. 

“Sorry… I though morning sickness was over.”

The doctor was not phased. “Happen’s more than you’d think. Do you think you’re sick?”

Lorelei shook her head. She felt fine before seeing the baby. Will was still washing his hands.

After she calmed down, Lorelei laid back, telling her to continue. She needed to face this. 

“Are you ready to find out?” 

Lorelei looked to Will at the sink. “We wanna find out today, right?” She asked, still a little breathless. She wanted Will back beside her, but he seemed very occupied washing his hands. Over the months, Lorelei had noticed his strict handwashing, the way he intensely disinfected everything. She assumed that’s why his rough hands were often cracked. He didn’t leave the sink, getting more soap but smiling as the picture of their baby appeared on the screen again.

“Congratulations you two, you’re having a girl.”

The vomit started again.

*

Will had picked up some food for Lorelei once she insisted she wasn’t going to start again; she was starving now. There was a park not far away from his and Santi’s houses, so Will took out a blanket in his trunk for them to sit outside. He thought it’d be nice for her to get some fresh air. Still, despite insisting she was starving, she barely picked at her food.

“What’s wrong? Want something else? I can go pick up something, or get ubereats, or-”

“No, I’m fine. Just not hungry.”

Will didn’t buy it. “You just threw up all your breakfast, I think you’re hungry.”

Irritated, Lorelei snapped. “How about you not tell me when and how much to eat.” Immediately she regretted it.

But what Lorelei liked about Will, is Will wasn’t scared of her. “How about you tell me what the hell is going on with you so I can help?” 

“How about you focus on your OCD and I’ll focus on my eating problems.”

Will looked taken aback by that. He’d been called a germaphobe plenty, but never been accused of having obsessive compulsive disorder. “I don’t-” But the rest of her sentence hit him. “Eating problems?” Will suddenly calmed down, asking if she was not eating on purpose.

She couldn’t help but groan, laying down on the blanket, her swollen belly protrudes out from her.

“No, I just don’t have an appetite.”

But the other signs started to click for Will. “The second time we met, you passed out on a treadmill…

“Will-”

 “you said you hadn’t eaten…”

“Will.”

“Do you have an eating disorder?”

Lorelei didn’t want to answer. She barely had opened up to him about growing up under pressure to be perfect, to be a pretty asian girl with pale skin. She didn’t need to go into the body expectations. 

“I… don’t right now.”

Will listened. “What does that mean.”

She sighed. “I’m not doing anything right now. In college and high school it was just… a lot worse. I really, really don’t want to talk about this right now” Today’s visceral reaction had been triggering, and she didn’t want to go into it all. “But Will,” Lorelei turned to Will, who had moved to lay down on the blanket with her. “I promise you,I’m eating and keeping it down right now. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to harm our baby girl.”

A soft smile spread across his face, he was thrilled to be having a daughter. “And why aren’t you eating right now?”

“Appitite.” She shrugged. “Finding out what we’re having, seeing her… It’s just a lot right now.”

Will nodded, thinking deeply as he looked at her. The sun accentuated the honey undertone of her skin, beautifully illuminating her. Her throw up fit had resulted in much of her make-up coming off; no lipstick, and much of her eye makeup coming off save for her waterproof mascara, but he thought she looked just as beautiful as ever. He knew it couldn’t have been easy, having an eating disorder and then rapidly gaining weight with the baby, but Will didn’t care about any of that. The way he felt was for her, not how she looked, as beautiful as he thought that was. 

“Can I get you to eat a couple bites of this sandwich?”

Lorelei nodded, Will helping her sit up, and not saying a word as she leaned up against him and ate as much as she could stomach. Her head rested on her shoulder.

“What about Chloe?” Will says softly, his voice coaxing her to look up at him.

“Chloe?”

He nodded. “For our daughter. I was doing some research on girls names and naming traditions and, correct me if I’m wrong, but it seemed like Vietnamese women’s names are shorter, like one or two syllables, so I was looking at short girls names and I saw Chloe. I liked it.”

Will was making it more and more difficult not to fall for him. The care he took is making sure she could include aspect of her heritage in the raising of their baby separated him from so many of the white men she’d dated. “I like it, It’s pretty, cute…” She wanted to return his care. “Do you have any ideas for a middle name?”

She shrugged noncommittally. “There are some I liked, but I thought we could look through those together… I didn’t want to just hijack it, but I was looking at Vietnamese girls names.”

“Any you like?”

He started to get a little more animated. Every week, this pregnancy was more and more real to them. “I liked Hang, the meaning was nice. Full moon angel. Lan, Cais, Tien-”

“What about Sen?”

Will looked down at her, curious. “Sen is lovely… I don't think I saw it on the baby name lists.”

Lorelei reveled in the feeling of resting against him, feeling safe and taken care. For the first time in her life, she didn’t have to handle everything. “It’s not super common, but it means lotus, a kind of flower. I thought it would be nice to match Rosie’s name.” 

Will’s face lit up at that. Sen seemed like the perfect combination of both of them, little bits of things important to them, together in their daughter. More importantly, they were coming together for her.

“Chloe Sen?”

“Chloe Sen it is.”

*

Laci had invited Lorelei out to look for dresses, something Lorelei was not super thrilled about given her weight gain and protruding stomach, but it was what it was. Will wanted her there on his arm, pregnant and up two dress sizes. 

“What about this one?” Laci popped from behind the tall dress racks, holding a short blue dress. 

Lorelei shook her head. “Not really my style.”

Laci frowned, trying to get grasp on how she liked to dress. “I figured you’d like to wear super fashionable stuff.”

She laughed. “Why’s that?”

Laci was back getting lost in the pretty colors. “Well, you always wear make up and dress nice. I figured a simpler look was more you.”

“I guess more of a classic style. I like old Hollywood a lot-”

“Oh perfect!!!” With a new guideline, Laci dove into her work again, getting lost in the materials and eventually retrieving a long, red, off the shoulder number.

Lorelei liked it a lot, but it was never going to fit her. “I’m definitely not a size 12 anymore.”

“Oh! No problem, they got lots of different sizes. What are you now?”

“16.” 

“Okay!” Excitedly, she returned with a bigger dress, as well as a pink number she pulled out for herself earlier. “Let’s try them on!”

Laci had tried very hard to include Lorelei in things, make her feel like a part of their little family and slowly, so slow, it was working. She was getting more attached to them than she thought she ever would be. Sliding on the dress, Lorelei couldn’t help the little confidence boost. She looked good, real good. With her hair done up in barrel curls and some dark red lipstick, she’d look damn good. The changes in her body were hard to accept, but the dress Laci found made her feel beautiful. She stepped out of her dressing room.

“I like this dress a lot, how’s yours?”

Laci didn’t answer for a moment, before a soft voice spoke. “I don’t think this the one.” She sounded so sad.

“Can I see it?”

Laci agreed, stepping out and all the pep in her had drained. She was wearing a tight pink long dress and looked stunning. “What’s wrong with it?”

Laci avoided her eyes, but answered. “I dunno, I feel like it makes make belly look big.”

It took everything in Lorelei not to laugh. Not at her, but at the idea she even had much of a belly. Despite Laci being several sizes smaller than her, Lorelei understood that didn’t matter when your look down at yourself. 

“Laci, you look gorgeous, like, absolutely amazing…”

“I’ve gained a lot of weight recently, and… I know it’s good for me, I know I wasn’t healthy before… but this is the most I’ve weighted. It’s just… different.”

Looking at her again, Lorelei did take note of her body. She had been gaining weight since the time Lorelei first saw her in the hospital, and she was still small, but at a healthy weight. There was a small bump on her front that she probably wasn’t used to, but there wasn’t anything wrong with pudge. Santiago still couldn’t keep his hands off her. 

What Lorelei knew how to do was style a body. “Go undress, I’ll find you something that makes you feel as beautiful as you are.”

Lorelei got dressed, settling on the red dress Laci found, and went out to the clothing, returning with a pale yellow dress that flowed out in an A shape, the top having white lace. Lorelei noticed Laci liked pastels and lace.

When she stepped out in it, she was beaming again. Her mood seemed to be fluctuating more these days. “I LOVE IT!” She did a spin, the dress flaring out as she danced.

Lorelei smiled at her. “Santi’s going to eat you up.”

She wanted so badly to have what they had. She was a sinic, jaded, angry... Men didn't like women like her. She understood Laci and Santi's relationship now, he wasn't controlling her, he was protecting her, both physically and emotionally, body and heart, and it was beautiful, but that wasn't Lorelei. With Jana and Frankie, she thought, she'd never be like them. Jana didn't need protection, Jana could handle herself, but she was gentle, kind, welcoming. Lorelei was angry, and men didn't like angry women. Women didn't like angry women. Will would only want to change her if they were together, not that Will would ever want someone like her. He got what he wanted, didn't he? Sex, a baby... why have a relationship when he had a daughter now and could just fuck other women who looked better. Lorelei knew, deep down she was beautiful, at least when the makeup was on, but when her thoughts spiraled like this, there was no stopping it.

As much as her nerves had been through the roof this week, she was looking forward to the ball. It would be nice to dress up, having a whole weekend off from the hospital. She'd been pulling so many over nights, it'll be nice to get away. It would be nice to see everyone together; Benny was around less, Laci avoiding the subject of the movie night and Benny altogether. Lorelei refused to admit to anyone, but she liked this little group. After Santi defended her from Tyler at the funeral and Jana had given her a last-minute dress, Lorelei started to realize that they had her back more than her own family ever had.

Plus, Will in a tuxedo?

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Lorelei is getting nervous... things are becoming a little too real for her, and that scares the shit out of her.

Next chapter will be dramatic so enjoy the peace lol.

Stay safe out there everyone and thank you to everyone whose been reaching out to me.

@pimosworld @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @missdictatorme @milkymoon2483 @poeedameronn@itspdameronthings @miraclesabound @babymills16 @rayslittlekitten

[doglikegod]

thanks for such a detailed response!

unfortunately a lot of it is stuff that's not an option for me since I've got to share the body I live in with a few others, and the girls aren't about to let me cut off their hair

so medical stuff is out, but I do have one outfit that's all me and it really does feel so good to look in a mirror and see myself instead of her

I've been trying to make friends of my own but it's been tough due to my autism and has mostly involved finding guys on tumblr from the UK and sending them asks until I get courageous enough to DM them. it's been slow because of confidence problems

I know deep down that I'm a gay man but I done really know what that means. I grew up only knowing masculinity by crude stereotypes and I've only just started learning the nuances. hell, I'm not even sure on what it means to be gay thanks to butches

I only know one other guy in a situation like mine and he came to me for advice since he only found himself more recently

well unfortunately i can’t help with most of your issues here, seeing as i am not a system nor do i know a damn thing about them, soz.

seems like non-permanent changes are what you’re looking for? try using male deodorant and body spray. lynx africa is an option if you want to feel like a shitty teenage boy, lol.

you might be able to get a short haircut that can be styled either femme or masc depending on how you want to present. or encourage the girls to consider a wig as an option? it’s your body too, and you should be able to have some say over what happens with it.

re the gay man part: the cool thing about labels is that they’re not rigid at all. butch and femme are not reserved for lesbians—there’s butch and femme gay men too. if you’re particularly connected to butch experiences, call yourself butch! if you consider yourself a gay man, call yourself a gay man! call yourself both or neither or ditch labels altogether! if you change your mind about how you define your sexuality/presentation later, that’s also totally fine. your relationship with gender and sexuality is yours, and you’re the one who gets to define it for yourself.

my best advice to you is to try to find fellow lgbt people irl, not just on the internet. they’re kind of everywhere. chances are you’ll find them at work or school/uni or at community events. having only lgbt friends that are online is a pretty isolating experience and can make you lose touch with how to live around others.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Two

Warnings: none all nice

Chapter one | Chapter three

When dad first picked you up from the airport, you were wearing a Spiderman shirt you bought from a street vendor in New York. Dad didn't look too pleased about you moving from fictional heroes to real ones who are breaking real life laws.

"Why can't you like firefighters or something?"

Those were the first words he spoke to you while packing your luggage into the back of his car.

"Why can't you like, I don't know, like Spiderman?"

Your father is a retired police officer. Used to be in the military and when he left working for Uncle Sam, he went into the police force. You love him! Really do, but it wasn't easy being his kid. Especially when you had a rebellion phase, it had put a strain on your relationship with him.

Mom and dad lived separately. Mom couldn't handle his PTSD and dad couldn't handle someone who wasn't understanding about his job. You stayed with mom until now, it has been a long time since you have seen your father.

"So are the fish and chips better here than back home?" After the awkward silent drive to his place, you speak up while taking the lift up to his… Flat. "Ever really thought about why they call it a Flat and not an apartment?"

"No." He grabs your bags with ease and walks out if the lift once at the floor he and now you live on.

"Maybe because after rent you are left," A pause for dramatic effect, "Flat broke! Ey!"

Your dad does not have a great sense of humor.

*

After showing you to your room, the amenities in the apartment, and giving you a copy of his keys. He laid down the standard ground rules, plus how the chores in the place are divided. Dad is well, you can tell he is trying to keep busy and pretend things are normal. "Congratulations." Talking was more of mom's thing than dad.

You smile, "Thanks." And you mean it. "Do you want to talk about it? Last time I saw you was at the funeral, dad." It still hurts to mention it. Mom died a few months back and you were staying with her sister, your aunt. "Because talking helps!" Trying hard to be there for a man who isolated himself completely to the point he moved to a whole different other country!

He looked at his watch before getting up from his chair, the 'man of the house' stereotype chair, "I got to go to work." He places his hand over your shoulder then pulls you into a hug, you hug him back recalling how he would do this often: kneel in front of you and hold you, his kid.

"I'll call you when I get to work."

"Are you still a cop?"

"With these old bones, no. I work at a restaurant."

"Wow." That's a big career change.

"See you later. Remember: no boys, or girls, or persons are allowed while I'm gone."

"Thumbs up on inclusiveness." Waving at him.

You sit there for a minute, looking around with your eyes, then playing with the fabric of the couch. "Form update tonight!" Getting up bolting to your room.

*

There's a dark (not really) mysterious (government is probably tracking it) site (it's reddit) where people come together posting videos, sharing fan art, and theories on heroes and villains. Got a forum starting from Captain America to Squirrel Girl, this place has everything. Recently, you and about five other people have been talking about a new hero videoed in Cairo. Eye witness reports, and few sketched out descriptions of two people. The one with bird wings is a really popular one. You find the person in white fascinating. The forum is updated every Thursday night, not a lot of posts about the mystery in white since there hasn't been much sightseeing of them since Cairo.

You lay on your bed making a long drawn out huff seeing the only new update is a theory post.

There are over three to four actual photos of the person in white. The shot and angles aren't the best but it is all anyone has. You hope to see the guy in the white suit the people in the forum say was seened in London.

You decide to just draw some sketches out and look over some class stuff before scavenging for food. Really doubt dad went food shopping.

Two months in London.

If you pretend it is New York you actually find it easy to navigate. If New York was easy to navigate! You have been taking public transportation to get used to rather than have your dad spend gas on driving you everywhere (not that he minds). Two months, you are trying hard to adapt to this branch of your college. Lots of white collar students, you are here on scholarship and because dad knows a guy here. You stand out being American but not too much given there are other international students.

Friends are nonexistent. Socializing is not easy when you are hyperfocusing on getting a shit ton of projects done! Also your Art History professor is a dick.

However, for the minor bad things you have a cute guy asleep on your shoulder. Nothing new given you lived on public transportation back home.

Cheap and helps the environment.

The jerk of the bus wakes up the man on your shoulder, you barely noticed until he spoke.

"Sorry 'bout that." His accent is cute! The classic British movie type! Sipping what smells like coffee from his tumbler.

"Nah, man, you're fine!" Bright and smiley, he noticed you have an American accent, "You looked like you needed it. Hope you didn't miss your stop though." You talk while stretching in your, what looks like a notepad. "Oh here, thanks for being my muse for the ride." Still half awake he takes the piece of paper you give him before getting up. "This my stop, uh, cheers!"

Once off the bus you stand there then facepalm yourself.

You forgot to ask his name!

*

Too many essays, too many people in the study lounge, and you need to buy another sketchbook. Add on you started taking commissions online to get an extra pound or two (you want to say dollar so bad). Busy, busy, and the spring semester just started!

The library called the British Library has become your only safe haven to have any peace to do work.

Be back home by 8 - Dad

You groan. Your father works graveyard shift at the restaurant meaning you need to be at the apartment before he leaves. Glancing at the book next to your tablet you figure might as well start heading back. Bus schedules being shit is an international problem, who knew… Packing up is fairly quick and walking over to the reception desk like any normal person.

Then you see him.

Placing books on a cart, then typing something quickly on the computer behind the low desk. You stare at him longer than you intended.

"Miss?" He waves his hand in front of your face, "Do you need help?"

"Yo!" He raises an eyebrow at that reply, "Wait, sorry." You laugh nervously, "Hi, you're the sleepy bus guy, right?"

He blinks twice clearly confused before realization hits him, "The sketch?"

"Yeah, that's me, oh wow," You place your hand out, "I'm (Name)!"

He takes it, "Steven with a 'v'."

"There's another way to spell?"

"You'll be surprised." Deadpan about that. You laugh a little at it.

[liightsnow]

Working it Out by EnbyVarian

It just seemed normal to Steve, to have days where he felt more feminine versus masculine. To have days where he honestly just didn't care. To have weeks where for some reason, everything he wore felt completely wrong.

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1.

Steve knew he was going to regret taking the gaggle of children to the arcade. The migraine that followed them was already settling in his head as he parked outside of the building. The group all ran into the door, leaving Steve to lock the car and follow after them, already so done with all of these children.

He sees Max eyeing a dance machine. It's only for a split second but it catches her interest. The boys all walk past it. Max, despite obviously wanting to play it. Follows them.

The kids play for a good hour, jumping around to different games after they get bored of one. Steve can still see Max eyeing the Dancing game… Well, he’s never been one to disappoint. 

He walks up to the group and clears his throat to get their attention. “Who wants to beat my ass on the dance floor?”

Despite the groans of Dustin and Lucas, Max nods her head not wanting to make her excitement too obvious.

Max was surprisingly good at the game. Steve, though he struggled at first, managed to get a hang of the game pretty easily. Soon enough, the boys became interested, and Steve was more than happy to just watch the kids have fun.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, Steve being dragged around occasionally by Max to play the games the other boys refused to play with her. He'll admit it, they had more fun than he thought he would.

The night comes to a close and everyone gets into the car, Max forces her way into the passenger seat, much to Dustin's annoyance. 

"Why don't you pick a cassette, Red?" He says, knowing full well that he only has three in there. Despite that, Max has a genuine smile on her face as she chooses something and puts it on.

"Honestly, With Steve around it just doesn't feel like I'm surrounded by only guys." Max jokes as they start to drive off. The boys in the group all laugh but Steve really doesn't seem to care too much about it.

Truthfully, He's never really cared for being a guy. Growing up he was made to do stereotypical guy stuff, sports, etc. And he liked some of it... but he also did some traditionally feminine things, he cared a lot for his hair. Cooking was genuinely relaxing to him, despite the multiple times he accidentally cut himself... 

But none of that really... mattered right? He's a guy! And anyone can have any interest... 

But he also knows that he likes it when someone calls him pretty, and how sometimes being mistaken as a girl from behind just felt normal. 

Why does it matter anyway...? He's sure that most people feel this way, it's probably just one of those things you don't talk about.. it's fine. He's just.. Steve Harrington. 

He pushes the thought out of his mind as he takes the brats home.

2.

Working at Scoops was not as much of a pain in the ass as Steve thought it would be at first. 

It was surprising how many times the group of kids would stumble into the store, not buy anything and instead either talk Steve's ear off or get him to sneak them into movies.

Which was always accompanied by a sea of:

"Thanks, Mom!" (Plus Mike, who didn't thank him at all, the little shit.)

A month in, Robin finally got curious and decided to ask.

"Why don't you get the kids to call you dad instead of mom all the time?" 

He looks at her confused, he really didn't see why it mattered so much.. Obviously, he knew the gender difference in the names, it just struck him as odd that anyone even cared about it.

"I mean, it doesn't really matter right?" He shrugged before finishing his reply. "I don't really see how it would be any different." 

Robin just nodded, he can see that there were gears going on in her head. He doesn't want to ask, and if he had wanted to, a group of customers came in. Working doesn't stop his thoughts though. How was there any difference between being a 'Mom' or a 'Dad' other than the names! Shouldn’t they do the same things?

He grimaced at the thought that he really didn't know what a mom or dad acted like. He sighed, not going unnoticed by Robin. Steve bites his cheek and shakes the thought away.

Plus, he would make a good mom. Probably, maybe. 

***

Robin doesn't bring it back up until later in their shift, they're both closing that night. She sneaks up behind him after he locks up the shop.

"Hey, Dingus! Can you give me a ride home?" 

It wasn't surprising, Robin's been asking that a lot more during her late shifts recently. And he always agrees. Even on the nights where he had to pick up some of the other kids... like now. 

Tonight he's just picking up Max. 

He'd zoned out for most of the drive, drumming the wheel with his fingers at the beat of the music on the radio. He's brought back into the conversation, confused on the topic.. 

"I mean- I guess he's parental or whatever." Max snorts, he really doesn't get why it's important.. 

Robin snickers. "Okay sure but a mom? Really?"

"Hey! I think I'm a great mom. The shitheads are alive right?" He notices that he's at Max's house and stops the car. 

Max just rolls her eyes and gets out of the car. 

"Whatever, see ya!" She laughs as she goes inside, shooting a middle finger at Steve as she leaves.

"Do you really just, not care about it?" Robin asks, climbing into the passenger seat only seconds after they start driving. 

"Should I? I just don't see what's the big difference between them." He shrugs. "Seatbelt." He reminds her.

"I've heard Dustin call me his brother, it's really no different." Well, he obviously knew how the terms themselves were different.

Robin nods, clearly thinking about something again, looking at her face is proof enough. Though, Steve knows that he needs to keep his eyes on the road. 

There are only a few moments of silence before she talks again, which is how it normally is with Robin. 

"I mean- I know that most guys I know wouldn't really.. like being called those? And- I don't think I'd like to be called like... dad or something." 

Before he can respond she adds 

"Movie night?" 

He can't help but say yes, and they both end up forgetting about the talk after their first round of throwing popcorn at each other. 

Once she left Steve thought about it again... 

He'd be a good sister, brother, whatever any kids needed really. 

Being a single child, he's just happy he's able to actually figure out the whole 'sibling' thing 

3.

Getting closer to Robin is both a curse and a blessing for Steve.

Having a friend his age is amazing, especially when that friend is Robin. For the few shifts at scoops, it was incredibly awkward. He knew he’d seen her in classes before, but other than that he had no idea who she was..

Being Steve though, she knew him quite well. 

‘King Steve’ was a title he hated more and more by the day. He hadn’t even really been popular when it came to the end of high school. Dating Nancy, leaving Tommy and Carol. Billy was the major downfall, so the fact that the title still floated around him everywhere stung. 

It was easy enough to get her to actively enjoy her shifts with him, and now he even considered her a close friend. He just hated how he knew this would be far from the last time he’d need to convince someone he’s a different person than from high school. 

Realistically, he knew he had changed. There wasn’t any argument about it, Steve before the upside down would never be caught dead letting children hitch rides to the arcade in his car. Despite that, he feared that maybe he really didn’t change at all.

Does it even count as changing if he’s just doing so people see him as a better person? So he can feel like a better person? 

He doesn’t know, and his thumbnail hurts, where he’d been absent-mindedly biting down the nail while he spiraled into his own thoughts. 

“Hey Dingus, you should try nail polish,” Robin says, it’s a joke but Steve doesn’t take it as one. He looks at his thumb with a frown pulling on his face.

“Do you have any?”

Robin was obviously confused at the quick agreeance, but she didn’t say no to painting his nails in the back during their break.

Steve hadn’t thought about the paint on his nails the rest of the day. After it dried, he got back to work and black paint moved out of his mind. 

At the end of his shift, he looked at his nails. It really had stopped the biting, well there wasn’t anything wrong with wearing it he decided. So, the next day Steve went out to the closest store and bought a few separate colors, even though he does like the black nail polish, a little varieties good.

***

Babysitting Will Byers. It wasn’t what Steve had planned for his Saturday night, but it did beat being alone in his house. 

Joyce had called him early in the morning, something about both her and Jonathon being out for the night. Steve didn’t blame her for not wanting the kid to be alone. He knew if he was the kid's age, he wouldn’t want to be alone. He doesn’t even like that now..

Steve anxiously looks at the clock as he leaves the house, the fear of somehow being too late or early ate at him even as he left at the perfect time. Arriving at the Byers house was easy, almost autopilot. He walked to the door and knocked, it opened immediately to show Joyce.

“Thank you so much for this Steve!” She exclaims kindly, not hesitating to pull him into a hug. 

He’s caught off guard by it, he never seems to get along quite to well with adults. He hugs he back hesitently and follows her into the house. Wills sitting on the sofa, doing homework as some sort of kids shows in the background.

Joyce leaves after saying bye to Will, giving Steve one last glance before she fully went out of the door and to her date with Hopper.

Will wasn't a kid he was particularly close too, and he could see him uncomfortable about the whole situation. So Steve simply joined him on the couch.

He could see that Will wasn't working on homework, it seemed to be some sort of sheet? Steve assumed it was for DND, so he decided to ask. 

"So, how's your campaign going on, little dude?"

The way his eyes brightened would make Steve feel good about himself for weeks to come and he knew it. Soon enough, Will was on a tangent. First he started by complaining about how it seems no one else is interested in the game anymore.

Steve frowned at that, he didn't want to learn about the game, but if the other little shits won't play with Will, it looks like it's up to the babysitter. 

Steve listened intently to what Will was talking about, while most of it flew over his head, some of it stuck. He decided to pipe in every so often.

"So.. a bard is basically like a musician right? So how do they do the magic stuff?" He asks, it's not greatly worded but Will never seems to mind. In fact, it looked like he enjoyed the questions.

The pair talked for a good two hours about the game, back and forth with questions and answers until Steve was confident he knew at least the basics. Something he never thought he'd be proud of.

"I didn't know guys could paint their nails." Will speaks softly, looking at Steve's fingers that are painted an ash black color. 

"Kid, do whatever makes you happy." He shrugged and looked back at him.

"Want me to paint yours?"

3.

Dustin, despite being a thorn in Steve's side daily, the kid was also very... very observant. Weirdly so at times.. It didn't help that the little shit rarely had a filter on good days. 

So the little shit notices how Steve smiles a bit wider at being called 'Stevie' and it's used as a bargaining tool for a good while, Steve doesn't actually care about the apparent "Blackmail" Dustin always joked about having on him. It was fun watching the kid act like he knew Steve's dirtiest secrets though.

"It just seems... I don't know, girly?" Dustin argues one day. "Like.. I think I've only met women named that. So it's funny I guess?

All Steve did was sigh and shake his head. 

"Dustin, it's just a nickname." Steve didn't want to think about how, honestly it just felt right.. and more comfortable at some times, because Steve felt right and comfortable too. It really is just a dumb nickname. 

"Why does it even matter that it's a girl nickname? And funny? You need a better sense of humor Henderson." He takes a moment, before continuing, interrupting Dustin before he could reply. 

"Shut it. Being called 'Stevie' isn't going to suddenly make me a girl or whatever! Being named Steve isn't what makes me a guy right?" The car comes to a stop outside of Dustin's house. "I just don't get why I should care that it's a girl's name? I like it, dude." 

It's quiet for a moment, Steve really hadn't thought he'd get this worked up about it, but hearing the same things from people was really starting to get exhausting. He didn't know how many times he had to say he didn't care.

"So.. Do you like being called Stevie more than Steve?" Dustin finally asks after the silence went on for too long. His eyes stared at the polish covering Steve's nails.

"Sometimes." He confesses, before shrugging. Dustin simply nodded and Steve could see that he was going to start asking even more questions. Steve decided to stop that before it even started.

"Now get out of the car before your mom thinks I kidnapped you or something." He snorts. Dustin leaves the car without another word. 

4. 

Billy dying was the last thing Steve wanted, really. No matter how much he wanted Max to be safe, none of it could fix the look on her face as he died. 

The shock was the main thing. Though it was quickly accompanied by anger, confusion and relief. Eyes staring down the corpse that was once her stepbrother. 

He'd been seeing her less and less recently, and when he did see her, she was always just listening to her Walkman. Steve really wished he could do anything to help her.

***

Steve's not sure when he started doing small things for Max. He'd take her to school some days, no matter how much he tried she continued to close herself off, listening to her music.

She called him at 9 on a random Thursday. When Steve answered he could almost feel her anger through the phone. Obviously upset at herself for waking late and for her mom not being home. She sounded like she was about to fall asleep again. Steve agreed to take her to school without a second thought. Not even taking the time to fix his hair before walking out the door.

Ever since Billy died, Max and her mom lived in the trailer park. The drive there was quiet; He didn't really feel like bothering with picking any music to play for the ride there. He pulled next to the trailer.

Before Max came out, Steve was caught off guard by the sound of a door slamming open on the opposite side of him. He turned and saw, who he believed to be Eddie Munson.

He honestly never knew the man. They'd often trade insults back and forth in classes they had together, but it honestly never felt… hostile?

And Steve hated it, almost as much as he hates the fact that Eddie spotted Steve and made eye contact with him. That fact that Eddie fucking Munson was walking towards his car with a smirk and a glint in his eye that made Steve weary.

He almost rolled up his cat window but decided that he'd just deal with whatever shit was about to come out of his man's mouth.

"Well if it isn't 'King Steve!'" Eddie finally makes it over, crouching to face Steve in the window. Steve doesn't know why he suddenly feels self-conscious about his hair.

Steve rolls his eyes at the nickname, he suppressed the urge to bang his head on the wheel. He's dealt with enough concussions for a lifetime at this point.

"Munson." He looks back at him with a brow raised. "What are you doing on my car?" He decides to just try and make the interaction as quickly as possible.

"I was just checking what the great king was doing along with my peasants, my lord." He bowed theatrically, the smirk he wore made Steve's stomach jump. "Seems a bit early to take anyone to the arcade."

Fuck Henderson, Steve completely forgot about that dumb club the two were both in.

Sometimes, no-no. All the time, Steve hated Dustin and his non-stop talking about him to others.

"Aren't you late to school Super Senior?" He shot back. This was more familiar territory.

"Sorry, what college do you go to Harrington?"

It goes on like that for a bit, Steve's tapping his fingers on the wheel, glancing at the door between insults.

"Don't you have like, some dungeons and dragons thing or something to get ready for, man?" Steve asks after a while. He's a bit worried about Max at this point.

It's like a fire is lit in Eddie's eyes as he starts going on about what he has planned for the next session of his campaign…

He's an animated person, Steve knew that. It was something he considered distracting all throughout high school. Eddie now though,  the way he looked so genuinely into what he was talking about…

'Wait what is he talking about?'

Steve does his best to focus on what Eddie's saying, but his eyes keep trailing down to the metal head's hands, which move with intensity as he speaks. He looks at the rings, they looked.. nice. He looks back up.

Eddie's staring at him, expecting a reply. The man still had the damn smirk on his face. It dawned on Steve that he hadn't even heard a single word, or even knew how long Eddie had been waiting for a reply. Luckily, he was saved from embarrassment as Max walked out of her trailer.

She looked exhausted, her hair was frizzy and she was obviously still blinking the sleep out of her tired eyes. 

Now, Steve had gone to school late a lot. Whether he was nursing a hangover from a party, or exhausted after coming back from sneaking out to smoke pot. He also missed his fair share of days, and freshman year couldn't be too important overall. 

A plan entered his mind before he even realized he was thinking of one. 

His car door closed roughly, Max looked apologetic at the force, so Steve decided to not mention it. Ignoring Max and Eddie's silent nods of greetings.

Alright, plan time. 

"Have you eaten?" He already knows the answer, but it's better to ask rather than just tell her that he's taking her to breakfast. 

"No, I fell back asleep." 

"Then breakfast? My treat." 

She didn't burst into some grand smile- he didn't expect her to -but the small smile as she nodded was enough to make Steve already feel lighter about the day. 

Steve turned to Eddie, surprised to come face to face with the man who was now leaning closer. He leaned back in surprise. His heartbeat quickened.. 

"Uh… Bye, Munson." He says after an uncomfortable amount of silence settled over them.

Eddie looks him up and down, before letting out a 'hm' sound as he leans back.

"See ya around, Princess Harrington. I love nail polish."

The name catches him off guard for a moment, he blinks and mouths it to himself. 

Catchy.

Steve rolls the window up, turning to Max.

"Now. Seat belt on and you can pick the music, cassettes are in the glovebox." He informs her as he starts to pull out of the trailer park. He got more cassettes a bit recently. 

She makes fun of his music taste like everyone does whenever they're in his car. It’s an endless cycle. 

"Wham!, A-ha... and a Cyndi Lauper Single?" She genuinely laughs at that. 

"Girls Just Want To Have Fun, is a great song, Max. Just because you don't have taste doesn't mean it's not good." He defends, No one disrespects Cyndi Lauper in his car. Not even Max. 

She just rolls her eyes and looks through a few more of the tapes before stopping. 

"The Runaways..." She pulls out the tape and looks at it. "Wow, you have.. 4 tapes for them?" She asks with authentic curiosity. He doesn't have time to be embarrassed before she puts in one of the tapes. 

They just listened to the music as he drove them to a diner. It wasn't too close to the school, but Steve doubted that Max would care. He turns the music down as he parks. 

He can see Max fussing over her hair in the mirror. 

"Want me to fix your hair up?" He reaches into the glove box and pulls out the hairspray and brush he keeps in there. 

You never know when you need to fix your hair. 

Max doesn't look sold on the idea. 

"I'll let you do mine after." He bargains, not knowing for sure if it would even work.

Max gives him a look that he can't decipher before turning to face away from him. At first he feels dread settle in his stomach. Then, 

"Can you braid it?" She asks once she's sitting comfortably, running fingers through her hair with a soft sigh.

He really doesn't have knowledge of braiding hair, but he does want to make Max happy. 

"I can try, can't promise it won't be shit though." 

In the end, it's a decent enough braid. He only had to restart.. 4 times. Though, he'd restart a million times over if it meant that he could keep Max's smile growing. 

Now his hair didn't go as well, he doesn't want to say that Max intentionally messed it up but…she knows his hair is never styled back like this. 

Breakfast happened in comfortable silence. The two of them ordered and ate without a word being said. Max started talking as she finished off her food.

"Every time I go to sleep I see him." 

She doesn't need to say anything else, he knows full well what she's talking about. He can feel his stomach sink, he couldn't fuck this conversation up. 

"And- I don't know why- or how..? But I feel... guilty." It's the quietest he's ever heard her speak. "Like I should've.. done something."

"Billy made my life Hell. An absolute Hell.. it was like I couldn't do a single thing right by him." She starts to breathe a bit quicker. 

"And.. I want to think that, maybe he could have been a good guy? But.." She started playing with the strings of her sweatshirt. While she took a moment to continue, Steve reached over and placed his hand on her arm softly. 

Max met his eyes again and he could see the tears that threatened to spill. 

"There wasn't a single moment where he even seemed nice." She grimaces. "He had to deal with... all of his dad's shit. I thought.." She let out a chuckle. "Maybe he just *pretended* to be an asshole." 

"There were so many nights, where I would just wish - pray - that something would happen. That.. he would just be gone one day." She finishes off her Orange Juice staring straight into the table, avoiding Steve's gaze again. 

The waitress comes before Steve can respond. Max stands and makes a quick rush to the car, Steve pays as quickly as he can. Not caring about the outrageously large tip he left as he went over and got in the car. 

He looks at her and can see her shaking shoulders as she tries to silence her crying. Steve took a breath. 

"Max, I don't think it's wrong that you wished all those things." That's what he starts with, he doesn't know if it's the right thing to say. 

"He.. he hurt you kid. And- I don't know how far that hurt goes, but that doesn't change the fact that he hurt you." He taps his fingers on the wheel before continuing. "He may have been your brother but that doesn't mean he ever acted like one."

"You wanted to be safe Max. And if safe was without Billy around then that isn't your fault." Steve looked at her, making sure to meet her eyes. "You're not the one who strained your relationship with him, alright Max?"

"He wasted out on an amazing sister, He had time, and maybe if he had more, maybe he could've been better." He gives her shoulder a little shake. "But he wasted the time he had with you by terrorizing you. He wasn't a good guy, and he wasn't good to you." 

She's quiet now, she takes a deep breath before starting to wipe the remaining wet from her eyes. 

"If you tell anyone I cried i'll make sure everyone sees your cassettes." She threatens. Steve can tell it's half-hearted, as long as she feels a little bit better. 

There's a beat of silence. 

"Want me to fix your hair again?"

*** 

He picks her up a few more times in the ongoing month. Though he never had another run-in with Munson.

It was a better day for Max, Steve could still see the sadness that was trapped behind her eyes as she laughed with Lucas and Dustin, but at least she wasn't moving away. He could overhear them, apparently, Dustin had actually managed to beat Max's high score. 

The day went on, and the kids continued laughing with each other, just having fun. 

Steve sighed to himself, he desperately wished that they could just always be this happy. If they didn't have to care about the upside-down, they could just be normal kids, struggling with high school, having dates, parties- 

Or maybe that was just him. He doubts any of his kids would even like doing those. Hell, it seems like only Lucas wanted to be popular. They might call themselves 'The party' but those shitheads would be torn to pieces. 

But it could always be different, they were tough kids. He knew Max would be fine, and as long as they all stuck together, They'd all be okay. 

He's pulled from his thoughts by someone pulling on his sweater, Max. 

"Can we talk? Alone?" 

And he can't say no to her. 

They walk outside of the arcade, just off to the side where people came by less. He could see her looking tense. A change from when he saw her just minutes ago laughing. 

"This is so dumb.." Max grumbled, kicking the toe of her shoe on the ground. She let out a long sigh, Steve could tell it was more for the effect rather than anything else. 

"Dustin said I should stop...." Steve couldn't hear the second part of it, she looked away and talked into her sleeve. 

Dustin.. He loved the kid, he really did, but sometimes the boy just didn't know when he found a boundary. 

"I didn't hear the second part, but I'm sure it's fine Max." He assures her, Steve puts a hand on her shoulder and gives her a small smile. 

"Sometimes I say you're like a sister to me." She says it fast and uncertainly. "It's not in a serious way or anything." 

There was something in her voice that made it sound like she did actually mean it that way. 

"I don't even know what a big sister acts like anyways... but you aren't Billy." 

Something in his chest swelled, a sister huh? 

He hadn't really thought about it before, having a sister. He remembers growing up and seeing all of his friends with siblings, Steve knows he used to wish for a baby brother when he was younger when his parents would leave him alone with nannies, not letting him go outside because they were 'worried'. 

"Max." His voice is soft, crouching down to look at her.

He can't read anything on her face, she's definitely just waiting for a bad reaction and Steve can feel his heartbreak at that thought.

"I think you're a pretty good sister, kid." He says it completely seriously. He wants her to know, that it's completely okay.

"Let's both learn what it's like to have a sister, how about it?" He suggests, and he knows he said the right thing.

Sister.

The word brought a smile to his face as he drove home that day, as he made dinner for himself in his empty house. As he lay in bed that night, he closed his eyes and let himself think.

A dangerous thing to do if you're Steve Harrington.

He had come to terms with something after the Russians, after the conversation with Robin in his car. After every conversation really. 

He doesn't think anyone else feels the same way about their gender as he does- or at least... anyone he knows?

It just seemed normal to Steve, to have days where he felt more feminine versus masculine. To have days where he honestly just didn't care. To have weeks where for some reason, everything he wore felt completely wrong.

The thoughts feel terrifying, isolating like he's learning how to swim all over again and is still struggling to tread the water....he could easily ignore the feelings that bubbled in his chest up after being called princess after someone mentions that he could really look feminine if he tried. 

He already got weird looks because of the nail polish, the idea of even trying anything else made his heart race faster than he'd ever felt before. 

Steve groaned, tossing and turning in bed as he desperately tried to get into a comfortable position. Soon he opened his eyes and moved downstairs onto the couch.

Falling into a dreamless sleep sounded amazing right now.

As long as it means he isn't alone with these thoughts.

6.

Robin was always his saving grace when it came to his thoughts. 

Once he and Robin got jobs at the Family Video, movie nights became a lot more common between them. Normally it's in the back room of the store, during the slow hours of school nights. 

Other times, they'd go to Steve's house. Robin didn't stay the night often, not when it was just the two of them, her parents were scared about their daughter being alone with a guy. 

Sleeping after everything was almost impossible for the both of them, being together seemed to calm down the both of them better than anything else. So, Robin started lying about where she was sometimes. She had enough friends in band that she was sure would help her with excuses. 

So, almost every Monday, Wednesday and the occasional Friday, Robin would stay over at Steve's house. He'd make breakfast in the mornings, then take her to school. It was nice, to have someone else in the house. 

When it was just Steve, the house felt cold. Devoid of all life, cleaned to perfection. Really the only sign of life would be the shoes that he takes off at the door. 

The halls felt like they stretched forever at night, the floor creaked and empty, and the lifeless shell of a house felt more like hell than the upside-down.

Even just adding one person seemed to give the house more colour. The hallways seemed to stretch a little less far, despite no change in temperature, the house was warm with the two of them. 

Some nights, Robin wouldn't be able to come over. Steve would wait by the phone until 2 am when she eventually called. He couldn't count the amount of whispered conversations on the phone. 

Their talks would be endless, it was almost like no matter what, they never ran out of things to talk about. A lot of the time, it was normally Robin going off about something she learned recently. Steve would listen, and actually, ask questions. He'd say it's because it gets her mind off everything... which is true. It's also, nice to hear his best friend is happy and passionate about something. 

He'd never say that though, he's not some sap. 

It's the 15th of December. Steve looks at the clock as it changes to show 03:45, he lets out a tired sigh as he runs a shaking hand through his hair. 

He's sweating, awoken from a nightmare just moments ago. Every time he closes his eyes he can see it all again. 

If he says anything he can put Dustin in danger, he can't do that. 

He did do that. He managed to put every single one of those kids in danger.

He opens his eyes with a shaking breath, he glances towards the phone before quickly looking away. He can't bother anyone- it's way too late for that and he knows it. He closes his eyes again.

Steve takes a deep breath, in and out slowly a few times. 

He lays back, relaxing slightly before his mind begins to wander.. 

'Most guys I know wouldn't like to be called those..' 

Why? He wanted to ask that so badly. What was the problem? So what if sometimes, it's nice to be seen as feminine? Nice to be seen as pretty. 

Plus, they're just words. It's not like changing the pronouns would change the feeling. 

'Oh, Steve? She's over there!' 

'This is my girlfriend, Stevie.'

Steve never opened his eyes more quickly. He sits up and looks at the clock with a panicked expression. 

04:30 

He has a shift at 7, and going back to sleep now ensures he'll sleep in too late. Which is made worse seeing how he's Robin's ride to work too. 

He decides to suck it up and have an early morning. 

-- 

If Robin notices the softer, more feminine-looking sweater Steve's wearing when he picks her up, she doesn't mention it. 

Actually, neither of them talk during the entire ride. Which is incredibly strange with the two of them. Steve pulls stray strings from his sweater. As they stop at a light he talks. 

I'm freaking out Robin. I'm scared of the things that I'm thinking about myself. I know you won't care but I'm fucking terrified. I don't know what's happening. 

"I'm me-" that is not what he wanted to say at all. 

The light turns green and he goes forward. Whatever he could talk about it later. Actually no, what was he even thinking? This would be a horrible idea. 

He's just- he's not some freak. He's just himself. He's a boy

Could be a girl sometimes 

"STEVE- Pay attention to the road!" 

He doesn't let himself think anymore until they get to Family Video. 

Pros about the job: He and Robin get a lot of talking time getting it ready for opening. Half of the time the store is completely empty. 

Cons about the job: He and Robin get a lot of talking time. And Sundays are always empty. 

It takes about an hour before Steve can't hold it in anymore.

Not a single person has come through the door, the movie that's playing doesn't even catch Steve's attention. 

Robin wouldn't care, she's fine. Maybe she'll understand?

He chews his lip and rushes to flip the Open sign to Closed. Before Robin can even try and question anything, he's dragging her into the backroom. 

"Rob- I uh.. okay so-" He runs a hand through his hair and he takes a moment to gather his thoughts.. 

What did he even want to say? 

It felt like his... 

Her? 

Steve was confused and took a moment to think 

'This is Steve, he's fun' 

'He' just didn't feel right, not now. 

'Steve? She's working today.' 

It just felt so much better right now. 

That's one problem... slightly solved, but she was still glaring at the giant problem she had created for herself. 

What was she going to say? 

“Today I feel like a girl, But yesterday I didn't?” 

"Wait- what did you just say?" Robin had a hand on Steve's wrist, it was gentle and a bit calming, seeing as Steve has accidentally said that aloud. 

Well fuck it? 

"I feel like I'm going to throw up.." She starts, moving her hands to her face. She doesn't want to look at Robin until all of this is over with. 

"I don't understand this Robin! I- I know I'm not *supposed* to like being like... called girl? But sometimes I like it- and it just feels right?" She finally takes her hands away, only to once again fix her hair before looking anywhere but Robin's face as she continued. 

"But I'm not.. always a girl? I'm a guy, And- honestly, usually, I just don't.. mind anything?" Her voice is strained and she can't help but fear for the worst. 

"I don't even know what I'm trying to explain here!" 

Robin takes a moment, obviously still processing everything that's been said to her. She nods a few times and grabs Steve's hands. 

"I- I don't know either, but nothing would stop me from being your best friend dingus." She lightly punched the others shoulder and let out a loud sigh. 

"...You think we could get away with sneaking off?" Robin surprises her with the offer. 

That day the two of them drive a few towns over, someplace with a slightly larger selection in clothes and makeup. Robin insisted that 

"Well if you're a girl today then you should fully feel like one."

Steve thinks that Robin saying that might have made her feel even better than the copious amount of shopping they did. 

She had never been so happy that her parents were never around. As she and Robin piled clothes onto the living room couch. 

There were some things that she knew she'd never really be able to wear anywhere. At least not without a few- no, a lot. - of stares. Most of it just edged on the line of androgyny... actually now that she looked at it. 

"If I wear any of this I'll look like I went through your wardrobe." 

"And is that a bad thing, Stevie?" 

"Can you call me that?" She waits before realizing she needs to most likely give more information. "Uh- when I'm.. a girl I guess? Call me Stevie. I like it." 

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Steve and Robin come up with a system of sorts. Just an easy way to convey Steve's pronouns without having to say them aloud to everyone. 

Three bracelets. Purple for she/her, blue for he/him and a mix of the two for any. Robin made them one night, she said couldn't sleep, or call so she wanted to do something productive. 

When she gave them to him, he cried, thanked her and then proceeded to get high in his living room with the joint she brought with her. She said something about a dealer from high school who lived in the trailer park. He instantly knew and thought about Eddie..

Once again, Robin Buckley is his saving grace. 

Though, she did send him into another crisis that same night. 

- 

The whole night had been normal, nothing quite out of the ordinary. The two of them sat on the couch, Robin using Steve as a human pillow. Steve was comfortable in their position, laying back with Robin basically acting like a blanket. 

"So-" Robin starts talking, mouth full of popcorn. "Are you still technically straight?" 

That makes them think, well yeah? They liked girls. 

"I think so?" A soft chuckle accompanied the response. 

"You're not like... Bi or anything?" 

They had no fucking idea what that was.