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arachpool · 2 years ago

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Mauraders but make it a high school band.

McGonagall is the band director, she has to be. She played saxophone in her high school years and learned the clarinet, trumpet, and piano during her uni years.

Sirius is a trumpet, his mum and dad make him take private lessons (“If you’re going to do something as embarrassing as playing in the damn band, then you’re going to be the best fucking one there.”) so he’s like a god send at it. He fucks around and plays the euphonium and mellophone, but trumpet is his home base. Definitely the main soloist. He also does solos during marching season (competing w James) and never understands how his mic works. He can’t find the on button or the clip never stays on his bell, it’s all around bad. (Remus had to help him once. Remus has never used a solo mic for himself in his marching career)

James is also a trumpet, and also takes private lessons, but by his own accord and want to do so (Monty and Effie go to every band event James has, best band parents ever). Him and Sirius are always fucking around and doing dumb shit during band. He’s always making some extremely inappropriate joke and Sirius always claps back instantly (“Hey, can you do me?” “Oh?? When and where?” *smirk* *zips Sirius’ marching jacket*) He’s the only one that can work a solo mic. Whenever he messes up, he verbalizes some random ass noise before starting again. It pisses Minnie off. Sirius cackles at it every time.

Peter is a piccolo (started on flute) , people get on his ass and make fun of him about it but he’s a damn good piccolo player, he always has the piccolo / flute solos. He’s still mates with James n them and is the very definition of an instigator like yes, yes, play Scatman in the middle of class, go on you two, piss off McGonagall, it’s hilarious. In marching band, he’s always a soloist, and his mic never works (Sirius and James turn it off whenever they have water breaks to fuck with him. Peter doesn’t realize until Minnie yells at him)

Remus is a percussionist, a drummer at Heart. He fucks around with traditional grip sometimes and he’s the best damn one they have. He’s a god at drums, and isn’t as great at mallets but he’s still damn good. He always agrees to learn some dumb meme song to satiate James and Sirius’ dumb pranking needs (They learned the Imperial March once, and played it as Minnie walked out of her office and into the band room. Minnie loves them). He plays the quints in their marching band and plays Jig 2 whenever he can because fuck you its not hard. The rest of the line eat it up. Sirius thinks it’s hot as fuck whenever Remus does some sick lick on the drum or a stick trick (Sirius just has a thing for Remus, honestly). Remus thinks that the brass and woodwind instruments are revolting; he scowls heavily whenever James or Sirius empty their spit onto the floor. The two think it’s hilarious. (“I’m so sorry I emptied my spit onto your precious, pristine floor.” “You should be.”)

Regulus plays clarinet, piano, and alto sax. Walburga and Orion make him take lessons too (same reason) but Reg is much more humble about his skills and isn’t always jumping the gun to take solos. He plays piano for their jazz band and is the best one there. (Regulus has piano player hands too. James spends like half a minute just staring at Reg’s hands as he plays during a practice and after registering that James thinks that Reg is hot, Sirius goes, “And you get on my ass about having a thing for Remus’ hands when he plays? Hypocrite.” James is all blushy for the rest of practice.) The one who wears hoodies to band camp during the summer and scares everyone, Minnie scolds him every year but he never shows up in a short sleeve and shorts. Both Black brothers have to braid their hair for marching band, and sometimes they braid each others hair, just quietly sitting in one of their rooms with each other and relaxing. He pretends he hates his brother but whenever they’re announcing awards or ratings or anything like that, he’s always holding Sirius’ hand anxiously, sitting close enough but not too close. Sirius loves it. (Sirius doesn’t run away and get disowned and all that jazz in this AU, but he practically lives at the Potter’s. He has almost a full wardrobe there, he stays the night there for weeks at a time, and he practically avoids the Black household like it’s the plague, but he still goes home every once in awhile, especially before games or competitions or for trumpet lessons. It’s pretty common for Reg and Sirius to argue whenever Sirius does come home) (One time Reg went to James’ to look for Sirius and was utterly shocked when James let him know that Sirius was at Remus’. Regulus befriended Remus to piss Sirius off and actually stayed mates with him)

Lily plays baritone sax (started on alto). She’s always the first to help the underclassmen and one of Minnie’s obvious favorites (Minnie claims to not take favorites, they all know she’s lying). She used to hate James’ little pranks and now enjoys them a little bit, especially the harmless ones that don’t disrupt practice time. She volunteers all the time, it’s a shock how much time she dedicates to the program. After a while, she realized that James was always volunteering with her and that’s how she realized James had a thing for her. She’s like best buds with Remus and he lets her play the quints all the time (James loves it even though Lily has no sense of rhythm.) She has to braid her hair for band and has no idea how to do it. She always asks around and Reg usually does it for her (James once asked Sirius to teach him how to French braid so he could potentially braid Lily’s hair [“Or Reggie’s?” “Oh my- shut up. Shut up.” “I’m not wrong!” “Shut up!”]. Sirius teaches him but the moment he offers Lily, he fumbles it astronomically bad. He fucks up the braid extremely bad; it’s loose in all the wrong spots and it looks like a fourth grader did it, and Regulus comes and laughs at him before fixing the braid for Lily. Sirius makes fun of him for this for about a week.).

When James and Lily were just about to finally get together, James panicked and went “Just so you know I definitely also have a thing for Regulus Black. Like- like god he’s hot- oh god why did I say that- oh my god- I’m so sorry.” And Lily just stared and went “Oh? Me too.” And then the two manage to bag Reg, somehow. Sirius was pissed for like ten minutes before giving up on caring. (One time during practice, Regulus put his hair up in a ponytail and James tripped over himself Bc he was staring and brought him and Sirius down. Sirius laughed at James for it.)

When Remus and Sirius get together, it shocked no one. Everyone’s like “But I thought you two were already together? You guys cuddle on the bus rides and sneak off together before practices and McGonagall gets on you guys about PDA all the time what do you mean you just now got together? I thought you two have been dating for months.” Sirius thinks it’s hilarious, Remus just wonders how obvious he was being for everyone but Sirius to know for so long.

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new-berry · 3 months ago

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WAGust here have the opening of Glitter (which is not the name BTW)

Virgil /Iris /Trent (endgame) NSFW not true.

It’s obvious now. With Trent, eyelids low, body relaxed and sprawled, replete across the bed. His expression is too pleased to be mocking, but there is the hint of a smirk in the smile he gives Virgil.

It’s blatantly obvious now. Now that he has Iris tucked under his chin, a slight weight on his chest. Her hair is catching in his beard, teased up from their hands. Well yeah, with the weight of this additional evidence, clearly they had been flirting with him.

Hindsight and everything. “Talk later?” Trent motions to pull a sheet over them and Virgil nods. Iris snuggles closer in, then flapps a hand behind her, tugging impatiently at Trent until he brackets her back.

“Big talk.” Her voice is slury, edging into sleep. “Big plans for you too.”

“Demanding.” Virgil knows they can both hear the smile in his voice, Trent’s tucked into the back of her neck he could see it if he looked.

Trent drops his hand on Virgil's stomach, spread out wide and claiming. “Big talk,” he agrees.

……

“Who looks hotter?” Vigil recognises Trent, of course he does. Bellingham takes a moment longer. Back to back black and white shots of the two of them staring directly into the camera. Mostly naked which is not a surprise for Jude since it’s a job modelling underwear. Virgil takes a long look down Jude. No one else is here, no one else notices him. Noticing.

Trent’s jeans are undone the waistband of his underpants showing, the the zip undone, the plane of his stomach made fashion by the black and white shot.

“Virg come on.” Trent’s name flashes up, another shot of him, the cute little model he was paired with looking over his shoulder getting a piggy back.

“Need you to back me man.” Virgil watches the comments stack up.

“Don’t make me ask Robbo. Need your vote.”

“Pretty girl.” Virgil finally sends back. “You’re second, but by a long way.”

It’s a day later when Trent sends a picture of his unhappy face. Then in quick succession someone doing Iris’s hair from the back in a white shirt. Virgil had looked up her name. Captainly interest. And then a shot of Trent framed by the mirror he’s taken it in. Iris is just visible, smiling in the corner of the image.

She’s dwarfed by the armchair she’s sitting in. Her toes are barely touching the ground. The white shirt she’s wearing swallows her arms, just the jut of her collarbones, a sharp magnet for his eyes. The bow of her wrist, laid bare by the undone buttons of the sleeve.

Virgil saves the image. Zooms in on it. Her eyes are on Trent, his eyes are on the shadow between her slightly parted legs.

The next day Trent sends another picture, this one is just him, pouting at the camera, the hood of his hoodie pulled over his head. He’s got the same pair of briefs on as before. The hoodie is unzipped and the jeans are off. Just him and his abs and his thighs, gleaming slightly from whatever they put on him for the photoshoot. Pulled down so low they push public decency.

Virgil rolls his eyes at himself. Trent pushes his buttons more than any decency. He almost casually jerks off, half surprised his dick is in his hand, legs sprawled out loose and easy.

He flicks between the pictures Trent has sent. Trent’s thighs firm and taunt, the part of Iris’s legs, her fingers that don’t stretch all the way over the arm of the chair. He deletes the pictures of Jude that get in the way.

“They gonna put that in Times Square?” he sends. He frowns at the mess and kicks his shorts off. No one around to see.

“You didn’t send one back.” Trent says. It’s such an out of the blue request that Virgil starts to stretch his arm out for a picture before realising. Virgil holds his hand over the camera icon for a moment. Then he angles it so his chest and face are showing. The background is the huge window in the villa.

It’s high enough up that it’s not obvious he’s naked in the image. Maybe it comes across anyway.

He sends it without over-thinking. “Thanks for a thirst trap when Iris is here man.” Trent tells him. Virgil grins. “That’s literally just my face.” Virgil sends back.

In his mind he can hear Trent splutter. It takes a day but when he wakes up Trent has finally responded. “Iris said you can be the face for Guess next time. Except she’ll need a ladder to get up for the piggy back.”

Virgil puts his coffee cup down with infinite care. For a second the barely there weight of an imagined Iris rests on his back. Not some stupid modelling job. Sitting down she'd be able to rest her chin on his shoulder. It’s a half formed thought where she’s, they’re, looking at, he doesn’t know Trent maybe, sprawled in front of Virgil the way he hasn’t been for years now.

For a moment it changes, Virgil sitting on the chair that Iris had been on. Her kneeling in front of him. Stupid getting hard before he’s had his morning coffee like a teenager. A teenager who’s developing an embarrassing crush on his mate's girlfriend. While nursing a memory of nights with that mate as well.

“We can stick some cushions down in case she falls down.”

“Would you let me fall?!” It must be Iris who texts because Trent doesn’t use exclamation marks.

“Never.” Virgil sends back without thinking. He gets a series of smiley faces that wouldn’t ome from Trent.

Iris is holding the phone when they send a picture of the two of them snogging in a nightclub. The branding of Formula One over Trent’s shoulder.

Trent’s got her slightly bent over, his hand on the small of her back holding her steady, his hand in her hair keeping her mouth in place.

Virgil sends a shot of the DJ more to prove he’s not moping alone. He picks up the skinny little brunette who’s been making their interest clear all night. He’s fun, game and flexible in a way that Virgil can appreciate. Cute through Ruben is, and the name made him laugh, he’s only a distraction.

He’s pretty though. He holds his hands above his head when asked. Can be almost bent in half when Virgil fucks into him soft and gasping after Virgil has made him come twice. It’s civil enough when he leaves.

“This green juice is disgusting” when Trent sends the picture he’s holding the glass on top of his thigh, it’s sunny but not that sunny. Trent’s skin glistening like he’s on a yacht in Monaco not a backyard outside Manchester.

From the pink toe nails Iris is there with her own disgusting green drink. And from the length of leg showing wearing even less.

Virgil had looked her up plenty. Got his hand around his dick thinking of her and Trent just as often. She’s short. Maybe that’s just all the leg she has. It’s a trick of the algorithm that he keeps seeing her face now whenever he opens his app. It’s a slip of his finger that he keeps opening the pictures.

He’s mesmerised by a video of her walking in a purple sweater of some kind. Some kind of nonsense fashion chaos happening around her as she looks forward. Unfazed by the fireworks around her, sure all the eyes are on her.

A message from Trent pops up. It’s just a picture, Iris has her leg over his, the pale slash of her thigh with Trent’s visible under it. Her hand is reaching for his phone, it’s an ill timed shot, maybe taken by accident. It must be her that sends after: “tell Trent celery juice isn’t disgusting. Protein shakes are disgusting.”

Virgil doesn’t let himself think too much when he says “no wonder you models are so tiny if you think that’s decent food. Tell Trent he needs better date ideas.”

Then he goes to the gym. The gym understands. It’s got his back. And his quads and his delts. Virgil doesn’t leave his phone behind but he doesn’t check it until his shoulders are drooping with fatigue and his forearms shake opening his bag.

His message has a heart attached. That is taken off. And attached and taken off and then attached again. Virgil can see them play fighting in the sun around Trent’s place. How careful Trent would need to be to not hurt her. How easily anything would show, the translucent film of her skin a canvas for makeup trends, not for…. Virgil shakes the thought away. Trent could hold her in place one handed. Vigil could cover both her narrow wrists in one of his palms.

He could fold her fingers though his. Held palm to palm the back of her hands pressed to the ground, or the bed, or a wall.

Held above her head. The slender rise of her ribs would be more prominent, her back arched. Virgil slams the door shut on those thoughts. He takes a shower instead. Focuses on the burn in his muscles putting his own hands up to wash out his hair.

Doesn’t think about the picture he took of his sweat soaked back, muscles defined from the too vigorous session that he sent without thinking too much.

It only took a few days to pick when it’s Iris sending the messages not Trent. Hers have a careful ‘please’ attached. The spelling is still bad but she swears less.

So it must be Trent who sends back “lookin’ jacked baby.” And Iris who sends the heart eyed face and the howling wolf.

Trent takes the picture of her using a

barbell for squats in the gym. He’s in the mirror, shirtless with black shorts barely clinging to his waist. Her technique is good to Virgil’s critical eye. She isn’t using that much weight though.

“How are you on defence?” Virgil asks when Trent sends a picture of her in his England shirt. She’s drowning in the fabric.

“I’m just here to cheerleader.” She sends a wine glass and pom-poms - Virgil had to look the emoji up,

A short on the glass resting on her leg, overfilled and dribbling down the side.

“Messy.” Virgil sends, ignoring how how his cock feels in his pants.

“Clean up crew.” Trent’s head is down licking across her thigh. His hand pushing her shirt, his shirt, up blocking the view between her legs.

Virgil doesn’t reply. Keeps waking up the phone to look at the picture. He wonders if there is a way to suggest videos. Wonders what Iris was wearing under the shirt.

#fic rambles

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oletus-carousel · 1 year ago

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🎠 [a strange introduction] 🎠

The Exile, known mostly by the further pseudonym of “C.A.” and not her full name, is strange in many ways though her appearance is misleadingly regular. They are Carrie Astor, but occasionally refer to themself - or are uncommonly referred to by others, mainly their former colleagues or associates - as “Carousel”.

They are associated with at least two different canon locations, White Sands Street and the Moonlit River Park. The merry-go-round in the park is a common place to find them when not in their manor room, and is likely the reason for their nickname.

She goes by any pronouns, but mostly uses she/they, and is believed to be in her early 20s. Her birthday is on April 1st.

She has a short, lean build, with a paler skin tone thanks to not being able to go out much. Despite this, there is a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheekbones at all times. Her eyes and hair are both a dark brown in colour, close enough to be mistaken for black at a distance. Her hair is cut short to end around her ears, and the fringe extends just below her eyebrows in a straight-as-possible cut.

However covered-up she makes an effort to be, her skin is littered with scars. She wears white gloves at almost all times, and they are rolled down towards the shoulders before they meet her shirt sleeves. They are secured up her arms by a variety of metallic bands, many in varying materials and stages of rusting. On the occasion that she’s wearing shorter gloves that only cover her hands, tightly-wrapped bandages instead obscure her forearms.

The iris of her left eye often doesn’t follow where she’s actually looking, appearing to focus inwards. She wears a form-fitting black shirt with the collar popped out properly, sporting silvery buttons for fastening. She also wears plain black pants that end in cuffs, one rolled up at her left knee. The other is allowed to fall down to her ankle in order to obscure as much of her eerily-realistic prosthetic right leg as possible.

Each of the cuffs has a small silver button on the back identical to those on her shirt. Often, there are two belts across her clothes - one horizontal to secure her pants as normal, the other stretching diagonally from her left shoulder to the corner of the shorter belt - both with a variety of loops and pouches to hold all manner of supplies. A small dagger sits in a sheathe at her hip, near her left hand for quick access. Among these supplies are snares that she uses in-game.

In direct contrast to her regularly formal attire, she has wrapped bandages around her left foot up to her knee, in such a manner that only her toes and heel are visible. She is never seen to have a shoe on. When wearing a jacket, she wears a plain black hoodie that zips over her belts and such. Finally, an opal pendant hangs at her neck in a two-sided point cut. Sometimes it’s the genuine article, but other times it is a rubber replacement for safety’s sake.

When a puppet, her eyes are black buttons with green stitching in the centre. They are made in the shape of a four-leaved clover, with her eyelashes [save for the singular ‘stalk’ lash thread at the bottom] being stitched in the same colour as her hair. Strangely enough, the tufts of stuffing are only positioned at key points - where her joints would be - on her right side, and additional tears are found around her waist where her prosthetic is initially fit.

~ She started off with a temporary job at Hullabaloo as an escape artist, but soon left when she had an accident during a show that resulted in the damaging and eventual loss of her right leg from the hip down. Unwilling to put any pressure on Bernard, they disappeared entirely from the grounds, leaving no trace of their existence on the premises save for a letter to an old friend tucked away beneath his door.

From here, it is believed that she had her prosthetic fixed and met Luca [for their outfit inspiration] and Tracy around the time where they [the latter two] were together in the manor under Burke’s care.

Leaving again, she found that their father had a job at White Sands Street, and lived in or around the premises for an unknown amount of time before both she and Mister Astor [the Hypnotist] were separately summoned to Oletus.

The letter told her that her ‘old friend’ [the Acrobat] was safe, and she could be too.

She still feels lost even in the manor, floating from place to place, and wants a sense of security and clarity as to what happened in her past - much was a blur of light and sound, and she has a naturally bad memory. Her father may have played a part in this altered state of mind, as well as the later manipulation of all manor game participants.

It’s believed that Carrie took part in at least two Manor games, but was given the Mnemosyne/Dionysus drug after the first. This caused her to completely forget the results. Her only memories are recollections spurred by old friends’ presences and other outer stimulus.

Ada’s hypnotherapy could possibly induce more memory recovery, but they remain hesitant around the Psychologist because of her possible connections to their father.

She is a contain/decode [or support] type.

External Traits/Quirks * Trainee - She gains a 20% decoding buff from her experience with equipment, both watching Burke and in their Hullabaloo performances. * Place To Place - They have a 10% movement speed increase [to 110%] if being pursued and a 10% decrease [to 90%] if not. * Flight Response - Her Heartbeat has no stages. Instead, it beats at full force and opacity for as long as the Hunter is present. * [Potential] "Lockup" - The Exile's kiting movement speed decreases by 1%/2%/5% [depending on how much damage she's received] for each 20/10/5 seconds she kites above one minute. Alternatively simplified with a base value as opposed to changing with damage.

Key Item * Snare - The Exile uses long lengths of ribbon, tied over gaps or entranceways, in order to slow down the Hunter by: 5% if they're in pursuit of another Survivor, 10% if they're pursuing her for a duration of 2s (this effect's time is stackable, up to 10s, but the slowing percentage is not). When found in chests, the ribbons are older and subject to tearing, so they can only be used twice.

#🎠 > strange introductions #🎠 > idv exile #🎠 > oletus carousel

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my-wayward-son · 2 years ago

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Trans truths #5

It’s often the clothes that count most for validation and passing.

This tip, though primarily a clothing, touches on many other subjects. Feel free to send an ask if you’d like more information on something. I do intend to circle back around with some other posts addressing the other stuff. The idea with these posts is to give you info in small bites.

So— A major thing that comes along with starting T is… sweat. Your face, your back, and anywhere skin touches skin (or when skin touches a medical device, such as a feeding tube, insulin patch, prosthetic silicone sleeve, etc.).

When purchasing a new wardrobe, focusing on light fabrics, wick-away materials, and affordable quality goods is the way to go.

Here are my shopping secrets:

Cotton t-shirts—you will need a ton of them, even if your closet is already stocked. Changing shirts multiple times a day is not only ok, but also beneficial to keeping your body bacteria/acne free. I know I’m a little high-brow when it comes to labels, but I put my trust in Abercrombie and it’s brother-brand Hollister. Quality is great, most basic T-shirts are 100% cotton, and there are numerous basic fits (crew, v-neck, henley…) to suit your preferences. The basics frequently appear in the clearance section at about half price from the new collection, so they’re often surprisingly affordable. You can order up to 10 of the same item at a time, so if you find your wonder-fit, you can stock up.

Shorts and sweats— I recommend wearing shorts as often as possible. If they’re not your thing, consider at least wearing them at home for the sake of comfort. Old Navy’s Breathe On collection is my go-to for shorts and athletic pants. The athletic pants fall like Addidas new material trousers (the ones with the side stripes). The shorts are a 9” inseam (I think, based on how they fall on me), set with an elastic waist with a drawstring, and made of the softest blend of new materials I have ever felt in my life. Seriously, their quality rivals LuluLemon and other high end brands. Not only is the fabric soft as a cloud, but it’s incredibly thin, and still extremely opaque. A couple caveats: These are definitely athletic style. The price and color availability varies wildly depending on the season (up to $30 regular price and as low as under $10 when on sale). Be careful to purchase from the adult men’s section; the children’s section also has Breathe On items, but they are extremely poor quality. No idea why.

Hoodies— The best I’ve found is the Alternative Eco Zip Lightweight Hoodie, which is available on Amazon at this link: Alternative Men's Eco Zip Lightweight Hoodie https://a.co/d/dUCmpwt . They vary in price from $40 to under $20, depending on the size and color availability, but these hoodies are absolute life savers. They’re a cotton and new material blend that is both super soft and very thin, making them a go-to for fall and spring weather. They’re so light and comfy that they can be worn in hot weather too, for buildings with extreme air conditioning and situations with a lot of sunlight exposure (they’re not UPF, but opaque enough to keep you covered).

Socks— I’m a stickler about quality and fit, so I turn to Bombas for all my sock needs. They are a bit pricey and rarely on sale, but they’re also very charitable— one pair bought is one pair donated to folks lacking clothing resources. They have about a million styles and fits, but the athletic styles (running, golfing, sports, etc.) are quite thin and sweat-absorbing, regardless of the material blend. Bombas socks do live up to their reputation as the “perfect sock.” They don’t slip down your foot with wear, the arch support is amazing, and they last forever (seriously, I’ve have a few pairs I bought six years ago that are still in circulation.).

Underwear— As all the internet buzz claims, MeUndies does make quality and fun products. Now, you do have to start a subscription in order to make them affordable, but once you’ve been on for ~ 7 months, you’ll have plenty ( just mind how long you compile laundry and you’ll be fine). The undies are super soft (new material blend), and the color and pattern choices are extremely amusing. If this is the first time you’re wearing men’s underwear, I recommend going with briefs (boxers are a little tough to wrangle with jeans and such, and boxer briefs can lead to an unfortunate cameltoe if you’re not wearing something underneath (however, if you have incontinence issues or use a catheter, the boxer briefs are great for holding everything in place). Additionally, briefs with an open fly make packing more comfortable (definitely more on that in a different tip post).

Pajamas— I highly recommend 100% cotton poplin pajama pants and shorts. The Gap makes great quality products, and they’re frequently on sale due to seasonal releases. For shorts, browse the men’s boxer section (just to be clear, I recommend wearing these as pajama bottoms, not actually as underwear.) They refresh the prints regularly, so more often than not, you can find some in the clearance section. The pants fall loosely with a straight leg cut, so no need to worry about curves (especially if you just wear them at home). They also have an elastic waist and a drawstring. The boxers also have an elastic waist. The one downside is that the pants and shorts can get super wrinkly in the wash, so you may want to fluff them after they’ve been in the washer and before they go in the dryer.

If there are any more clothing tips you’d like, feel free to drop an ask.

#trans #ftm #clothing recommendations #Testoster #sweat #transgender #trans truths

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74daysofsewing · 2 years ago

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McCalls M7734

I made everything in the pattern pack and took images. The pack consists of a plain tee, a polo shirt, a pair of shorts, trousers, a hoodie and a baseball cap and bag.

It's a pretty decent pattern pack - the shorts and trousers are basic and make a nice set. I had mine in the style of board shorts and then grey work trousers. I did add in a little pocket to the trousers as I had a scrap of black satin that was the right size.

The little fake fly is really nice and makes for some nice interest if you plan on tucking in the tops, and if you have a small metal button these would also look nice in a denim as jeans.

The two tshirt options are really high necked - it's nice as it covers the dolls soft body totally, but can also look a little suffocating in the plain tee - although that might just be me and getting my seam allowances messed up.

I shortened the sleeves and waist a little in the polo shirt to make it look a little more different from the other plain tee and I will 100% be using that option for the future as I think it looks really stinking cute - despite the fact the colour I picked made April look like she was working for UPS.

The shirt in this back is a winner in my books. I had this adorable remnant in my stash and if I had enough I'd make myself a version out of this too. The pattern calls for snaps and not real buttons but I figured if you were going to sew buttons on the thing you might as well put button holes on it too.

April is wearing a pair of jeans I made her from the trouser pattern in this set, with a couple of modifications (nice deep pockets, coin pocket, back pockets, top stitching etc) and the shirt from this packet. Isn't the shirt super cute? I'd call this particular pattern a winner.

I had some issues with the hoodie. Firstly, the hood needs to be SO BIG to cover the dolls head and with all her hair it's just not practical - she's got a super high ponytail in so it doesn't cover up the collars of things she wears, and trying to find an open ended 8 inch zipper was a nightmare! I have the zip NOW, but at the time I ended up just photographing it without it on.

I added a little collar and honestly... I think it looks like the cutest little bomber jacket for summer! it's got little pockets (very little) and fits really nice over other clothes - she's got a tee and the shirt on under this and it's still not too bulky.

The hat and bag... sigh.

I messed these up a bit and it's got nothing to do with the patterns. For some reason, the art of bag making is lost on me so much. I've honestly tried so often to make a bag and I fail every time. No idea why!!

I made a couple of little books and comics for April to put in her bag, and that was that!

I highly rate this pattern and think with a few tiny alterations you could make a very varied looking wardrobe with this packet - the lack of 'boys' clothes and over saturation of dresses and skirts make this a really nice addition to anyones collection.

You could use some really nice alternative fabrics to really change the look of these items - like making jeans, swim shorts, or combats from the trousers, or a little leather bomber or jean jacket with a patch on the back out of the hoodie pattern. It might be really cool to combine them both and make one of those really popular jackets with the jean body and jersey sleeves.

If you have a boy doll, or just like a little variation in the patterns, i would pick this one up for sure.

Items needed: knits and woven fabric, thin elastic, velcro, interfacing, 7 buttons and an 8" open ended zipper. That should cover each item on the packet cover.

Here is April wearing everything in the packet:

April is an Our Generation Doll and has (mostly) the same measurements as a typical American Girl doll, although I think her movement is more limited as her joints are only back and forward, with no ball rotation. She's had no modifications or changes other than her hair being up in a high ponytail.

I am NOT a doll collector or an accomplished sewist, I do this for fun and mostly give the end results to the littles in my family.

#doll clothing #sewing #sewblr #dolls #our generation dolls #american girl dolls #mccalls pattern #M7734 #home sewing

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What are your thoughts on the Rainbow Vision dolls? (There's like three different bands in it)

I don’t know why but Dollect separates Shadow high from Rainbow high completely but it does so the Rainbow Divas and Royal Three will be first, then Neon Shadow.

Royal Three: Tiara Song!

I don’t entirely love her base outfit. It’s again, the fault of RH’s super short torso’s but her bodysuit and skirt look awkward. Her cropped jacket is cute though. Lover her boots, mic, nails and tiara though, all fire.

Her second outfit is so fucking Kpop I love it.

That half blazer, turtleneck bodysuit and skirt combo feels like irl kpop girlies have worn it and it’s perfect. The only thing I’d change is, once again, make them short boots. Both because I’d like them better and because it’s more actuate to kpop girls shoes. They’re rarely ever performing strappy heels like this.

Her third outfit feels like a personal style one, so it’s pretty simple and nice, and the strappy heels work!

Royal Three: Tessa park!

Love her stage outfit. She looks a lot like K/DA Akali (both the Popstars and All Out eras)

I love her leather half pants (especially with the print down the side), long sock, sneakers and crop shirt, sunglasses and mic but the real show? RACING 👏 JACKET 👏 ITS SO COOL I also seriously love her sneakers they’re soooo good.

Her second outfit, I’d like much more if it didn’t have. The weird thing on it. I have no idea what that is. But I love the pants with the underwear band showing and the short, sports bra like top. The strappy heels don’t look bad but I’d probably keep her sneakers on for that. Her third outfit is mostly the same, but the top is swapped for a plane tshirt and I like it!

Royal three: Minnie Choi

CUTE. GOD. My favorite stage outfit by far.

Her pearl top and jacket and zip pleated skirt are SO cute topped with those BOOTS I love it here. I especially love the paneling of the boots, kinda draws back up to the skirt. I also really, really love her heart mic.

Her second outfit I like…a bit less. Because it feels like the black and pearl accenting gets a little too busy for the doll scale. If it was full size I think it would be just fine.

Third out is why I think it’s that. Cuz pair that skirt with a normal tshirt and it’s just fine, the skirt is really cute actually.

I do have one question: If you’re gonna make molded socks AND shoes. Why not just make them boots then? My only gripe for her anyways let’s go!

Rainbow Divas: Meline Luxe!

God just. Look at her. Look at her she’s so-

*Scream*

EVEN HER SECOND OUTFIT LOOKS LIKE SHE’S ANSWERING THE DOOR TO THE POLICE AFTER KILLING HER RICH HUSBAND???

The brown eyes check, the golden curls, check, the EXTREME high low skirt and half shoulder top. With the chains and sequins and tule I just AH-

I crave and need a slip dress like the second outfit and those CHAIN STRAP HEELS I AM-

Rainbow Divas: Ayesha Sterling!

SAME VERSE SAME AS THE FIRST BABEY.

The extreme high low but in a different way from Meline and it also has floof all around the hems, that’s 1. What’s two is that dark skin, silver outfit and hair CONTRAST IM GONNA-

Second outfit, beautiful wonderful. I adore this sequin two piece and the FEATHER BOA AHHHH-

Rainbow Divas: Sabrina St. Cloud!

UNEVEN HEM MERMAID DRESS YESSS

Once again, the sequins and the top bit and the belt and the heels I just UGHHHa

Then mis ma’am in her skirt and top set with that cunty ass fur coat and. For once. I like the sparkly socks and shoes. I like it here. Plus the gold and pink accessories??? GIRL GN IM PASSING AWAY.

In summery:

Neon Shadow: Harley Limestone!

I love her stage outfit, this huge hoodie and shorts that almost touch her socks that are only a little longer than her knee high lace up shoes. I love her like greeen sleeves and the chunky Japanese characters on her hoodie. I love her barbed wire cat ears too.

(Fun fact I used to have converse that tall and I LOVED THEM. I grew out of them and I’d kill to have them again but they’re super expensive now)

Second outfit is fire. The printed top, white and green jacket and the almost…cargo color jeans with the cat heads on it? It’s very hot topic and I love that for her. Her steel toe high tops are amazing and I love all the studs.

Neon Shadow: Uma Vamhoose!

She looks good! The blues and purples work pretty well together, mostly with her hair. I like the sequin top and net one underneath. The spit pants are cool but I do wish the actual pattern was the same on both legs. Like that is…the same pattern. Heels are cool, I like the hat.

Second outfit is hella cute! Cute tshirt, cool trench coat with the leather-y sleeves and the rhinestones on them. Skirt is really cute, the purple and blue are really nice. Love the shoes.

Neon Shadow: Mara Pinkette!

Firstly, I think Mara’s skin wasn’t a great choice color wise. Because everything but her eyes washes her out really badly.

Love the like…Disney hat-but-cat hat she has on? Then the pink crimps are nice, her short sleeve jean jacket rocks and I love her t-shirt dress and the sock type-boots. Her outfit is great honestly it’s just her skintone.

Next up, I love this outfit! Dress is cute as hell, studded boots with pink soles and the jacket is super cute.

The band is distinctly very hot topic and I love that for them

#sky rambles #sky talks dolls #sky talks fashion

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bukkum · 1 year ago

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7 Must Essential Gym Wear Items in Everyone’s Wardrobe

However, the modern world is characterized by speed, therefore, leading a healthy life means exercising regularly. If you are an experienced professional at the same time or it's like your fresh start in the fitness world, you need comfortable and appropriate workout clothes. This article will discuss the seven essential gym wear items that every woman needs to have in her closet. The focus would be on T shirts for women and their different varieties like sports T shirt for women, half sleeves T shirt, etc., especially for women’s clothing brands.

Comfortable T-Shirts for Women:

You cannot miss having the basics of all the gym wear which are the comfortable t-shirts. Comfort is key when choosing workout attire. Pick T shirts for women made out of breathable fabrics like cotton or moisture-wicking fabrics. For these T-shirts, there should be enough movement while doing these exercises. Women's gym T-shirts can be easily found in the market so that a woman can do her exercise in comfort and with some style added to it.

Women's Sports T-Shirts:

Sports-specific T-shirts are an investment that changes the game for women who take part in high-intensity workouts and sports. The T-shirts are made of sophisticated fabrics that are sweat absorbent thus it keeps the body cool and dry during vigorous exercises or sporting events. Consider attributes such as breathable mesh panels and comfortable designs that support your normal movements during work.

sleeveless, short sleeve, and long sleeve choices serving various preferences and workout conditions. It is important to pick a T-shirt that fits with the kind of daily exercise you undertake.

Gym T-Shirts for Women:

These gym-oriented sports T shirt for women are designed functional and fashionable at the same time. The gym T shirts for women meant specifically for women are mostly moisture-wicking so they don't make it difficult to exercise because of excessive sweating during the workout regime. There are several styles such as sleeveless, short-sleeve and long sleeve which meets individual tastes and workout weather conditions. Womens T shirts should fit the exercise activity you perform daily.

Half-Sleeve T-Shirts:

The half-sleeve is a nice compromise in between sleeveless and long-sleeved alternatives for T-shirts. Such kinds of accessories provide coverage with additional airflow. Such shoes are fit for warm up workouts where your feet get cool but not too hot. Half sleeve T shirt is an essential component of every woman’s workout shirt collection regardless of whether one is engaging in weight training or some form of cardio exercise.

Printed T-Shirts for Women

Printed T shirts for women have come up as a stylish addition to women’s workouts. Sometimes these are even functional and fit the same purposes as normal workout gear. The printed T shirts for women might be adorned with motivating words, wild colors or bare styles and all these are great ways of showing your personality as you jog along. Go with fabrics that will give you both style as well as performance—a real winner combination.

Moisture-Wicking Fabrics

It also follows that when considering various types of womens T shirts moisture wicking fabric should be number one. Moisture wicking technology pushes sweat out of the way, ensuring fast drying and comfort against being stuck in damp/sticky clothing. This aspect is especially important in cases of increased sweat production produced within hard training sessions. Ensure to buy T-shirt brands with specifications on their moisture wicking abilities as this will keep you dry through your gym session.

Versatile Layering Pieces

Adding some versatile layering pieces to your gym’s wardrobe goes beyond a t-shirt. Such items include very light hoodies and zip up jackets that can help you warm or cool down in fluctuating temperatures. Due to this, these layering pieces are a must during your training session because they can always be replaced or subtracted depending on the temperatures and your levels of comfort.

Other gym wear essentials to consider

Supportive Sports Bras

You also need to consider what you will be wearing underneath the gym T shirts for women since they're only part of an outfit that you will put on to wear during the training session in the gym. Every female's workout wardrobe should never miss on a supportive sports bra. The sports activity is very demanding and hence, you need a tight-fitting sports bra that will provide the much-needed support. A good sport's bra does not just provide comfort, it promotes the longevity of breast tissues. Go for the bras which have moisture-wicking properties as this will go along well with the T shirts for women you want to put on.

High-Quality Leggings

Leggings are an essential piece of gym wardrobe that complements upper body wear. Go for pants from breathable and stretchy fabric that will be comfy while supporting your movements. Leggings should fit well without sliding down when doing different exercises and should provide enough flexibility. Moreover, most of these leg apparel have integrated sweat-absorbing techniques that keep you dry right from the upper part down below throughout an exercise program.

Athletic Footwear

Athletic footwear completes every gym outfit. Buy appropriate shoes for your particular workouts like running, weight lifting, or cross-training. A good pair of socks can improve performance while at the same time cutting down on a player's susceptibility to an injury. Get shoes that are arched supporting and cushioned well fitting for you to maintain stability and comfort in your workout sessions.

Sweat-Wicking Headbands

Small but important accessories include sweat-wicking headbands that help you keep sweat out of your eyes and under control. The function of these headbands is to soak up and control sweat that could disrupt workouts. They also provide elegance to your gym wear as it comes with different styles, colors, and patterns that harmonize well with womens T shirts and leggings.

Conclusion

Every individual who is serious about leading an active life must create a comfortable and fashionable gymwear collection. sports T shirt for women are the most important part of this wardrobe and help one engage effectively in a proper workout. There are various types to choose from such as sports T-shirts, half sleeve, and printed ones depending on your favourite sport and taste. These seven must-haves in gym wear are a crucial investment for gym enthusiasts, who want to enhance their workouts by merging comfort, fashion, and functionality. Therefore, arm yourself with motivation, a workout, and your wardrobe to lead you toward attaining the ideal physical figure.

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shirtsbargain · 1 year ago

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What You Need To Know About Purchasing Blank Apparel Wholesale

There’s always the option of reselling. Get apparel in bulk from a reputable retailer and sell them for a profit. But if you are in the business of fashion as a retailer, an entrepreneur or a fashion designer, you will consider wholesale purchases at some point. Investing in bulk apparel is more comprehensive than you think, but quite advantageous too.

Here’s everything you need to know about purchasing apparel wholesale.

Cost Savings

Businesses often turn to buying wholesale apparel simply because of the cost-saving potential. Sports Apparel retailers mostly buy wholesale blank jerseys to lower the cost of goods. During colder seasons, most designer boutiques in the USA invest in wholesale blank sweatshirts, as the product will be in high demand and procuring them wholesale can net bigger profit if competitive pricing is also maintained.

Variety and Diversity

When buying wholesale, you get access to a huge array of brands, styles, colors and sizes. Some retailers only invest in apparel from specific brands. For instance, many Performance-wear retailers invest in Sport-Tek T-shirts wholesale as the brand is known for some of the finest sports and performance wear in the wholesale industry. You can have a diverse inventory with optimal investments in various styles. You can buy wholesale zip-up hoodies when the trend gains momentum or target professionals and business people by procuring wholesale blank jackets. This variety enables your brand to appeal to a broader customer base or specific segments.

Quality Control

Many wholesale suppliers are known for their quality control measures. They often work with established manufacturers, and their products undergo stringent inspections to meet industry standards. This allows you to offer high-quality items to your customers.

Scalability

As your business grows, you’ll need to scale efficiently. With wholesale apparel, this becomes easier. If sales are down and you are not keen on expanding your inventory, you can still buy in bulk from suppliers. For instance, apparel stores specializing in golf apparel can buy bulk polo shirts, as in smaller quantities like a dozen or so to keep inventory spend minimum during off-seasons. During golf seasons, they can buy in larger quantities from the same supplier with all the benefits they got off season.

Customization

Among the many reasons why most apparel stores invest in blank wholesale t-shirts from top brands is customizability. T-shirts and most other apparel can be branded with your logo or unique design elements. Because you’re buying wholesale, you’d be spending much less than you would when buying garments individually from other retail distributors.

Faster Inventory Turnover

Wholesale apparel allows for quicker inventory turnover. The ability to buy in bulk means you can introduce new items and styles to your customers more frequently. If it’s Summer and you don’t have the right products in stock, you can get short-sleeve t-shirts from the supplier in a jiffy. If it’s fall, you can just buy blank hoodies wholesale. And when it’s winter, you can buy a few dozen jackets that your customers would want, at a great price. This keeps your store or brand fresh and appealing, enticing customers to return more often to browse new stock.

Profit Margins

Buying wholesale apparel can lead to healthier profit margins. With lower costs, you can price your products competitively while still enjoying higher profit margins.

Reliability

Working with reputable wholesale suppliers often ensures reliability in terms of product availability and delivery. You can establish long-term relationships with suppliers who understand your business needs, making inventory management more efficient and predictable.

To summarize, considering wholesale apparel for your fashion business is far from a bad move as it offers enough benefits to give you a competitive edge. It also empowers you to serve a broader customer base, and keep your inventory fresh.

#blank hoodies wholesale #blank wholesale t shirt #bulk polo shirts #blank wholesale t shirts #wholesale blank jacket #wholesale zip up hoodies #wholesale blank joursey #wholesale blank sweatshierts #bulk apparel

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chelleztjs18 · 2 years ago

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Hi mom, I was thinking of asking: what's your style? (What do you like to wear)

Hello anon darling..

thank you for the ask. my style? hmm i would describe is casual and comfy. Not too feminine but not too masculine either..

I love wearing skinny jeans, leggings or jeggings with t-shirt with cardigans, flannel, jacket (denim or leather), or hoodie (either zip up or pullover). If it's not cold, i usually wear thin shirt but like 3/4 sleeve length. Sometimes when it's bad hair day, i wear baseball cap (trucker style) or beanie.

I mostly wear plain and my clothes are in dark shades of colors. so any dark color but mostly they are black, burgundy, dark red, dark green or navy blue.

my jeans usually ripped jeans or dark / vintage color.

i dont mind wear dresses but usually when it's on formal occassions and i wear high heels with it.

for shoes, i love sneakers or something like low ankles converse shoes style or just anything casual. i usually pick more colorful or more pattern in shoes to balance my plain clothes. I recently posted shoes i just bought if you wanna know one of the shoes style i like.

i sometimes wear make up but daily, i dont wear make up. I really pay attention with my hair. i have been dyeing my hair bright burgundy color for years now n i love my perfume n i love wearing watches.

at home, i love wearing sweatpants or short n sweatshirt or tshirt with hoodie and get comfy.

i guess that's all. let me know if i miss anything. haha. how's your style? what do u like to wear?

also if you are the same anon that has been sending me bold ask, u might need to pick an emoji or something so i know it's u. But it wasnt u, n u plan to send more asks, i would still need u to pick emoji or something. i have a bad memory, so yeah, it will help. lol. Sorry didnt mean to be difficult.😆

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon ask #anon answered #my style #my clothing style #ask me anything

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fxllen-rxse · 2 years ago

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"O-oh? Of course!" James perked up immediately. He was trying his best not to appear overly nervous. Whether or not he was doing a good job of it was another story.

He'll admit he wasn't super optimistic when he submitted his entry. His talent was not exactly well known. Being mostly in Jessie's shadow when it came to fashion, James' ideas were often overlooked. Particularly when it came to Jessilina...

In a way, James had hoped this was an opportunity to finally figure out if his work was actually worthy.

His only challenge was the competition. So many others, including Jessie, we're also taking part. In his mind, they were all so much better than he was. If he had any chance of moving forward, then he needed to bring forth something unique and eye-catching, but at the same time, not too flashy or absurd.

"Well, overall, I didn't go for overly complicated, but I wanted to keep comfort in mind." He explained.

"For a night on the town, I went with a white mid sleeve button down shirt with an optional dark vest to add a hint elegance. Paired with some sleek dark colored pants and shoes to match. For a business meeting, a collared button down shirt with a lightweight pullover sweater with flexible slacks. And finally, for athletics, I went with what would be best for mobility. A breathable undershirt and long shorts with a zip up hoodie."

James concluded by going over some accessories. Belts, fingerless gloves, and comfortable shoes, etc. Maybe an optional hat or two that were not simply baseball caps. Hair styles with neat looks that didn't immediately shout out total bed head.

"Oh! I also have some ideas for Pokémon accessories. I've tested some looks on my Growlithe, which he seems to enjoy. Collars, sweaters, the like. Depending on the Pokémon, given that they aren't the type to give you a death glare before immediately ripping it off, that is."

@fxllen-rxse based on our plotted starter :)

Both Ash and Gary knew it was to come eventually. Sooner or later, Ash’s fame would catch up with him, and thus, them, and would need some sort of managing. While Ash was still very humble about his win, and very modest in general, Gary, however, was not. He already knew fame from his grandfather’s name, and he knew Gou was a bit more understanding.

Which is why the idea to do a nation wide search for a personal assistant slash stylist was well, it was more of Gary’s idea, since Ash had no idea about any of these sorts of things. And to keep Ash safe from random fans, the announcement was vague about the up and coming star. Was it a movie star? a trainer? Someone else, perhaps? It was left to be mysterious on purpose, with only a few requirements for entry: design three looks from head to toe: Athletic, night on the town, business meeting. Please include photo references for all ensembles including hair,accessories, as well as pokemon accessories Top candidates will be inquired for further interest.

As Gary dug through the horrendous portfolio of someone named Jessilina, he rolled his eyes, immediately trashing the gaudy look. It was too faux and gaudy, and even in his early years would never wear clothes like that. And when he came across the next applicant, a smile slid across his lips.

“Mr. Morgan?” He could only see the portfolio of the applicant, nothing about the man he was interviewing. He wanted to go off talent alone. “Please talk me through the three looks. We will then decide if you’re fit enough to go on.”

#imgonnaketchumall

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[image description: a digital sketch of suki, toph and zuko drawn from the knees up and standing together.

suki is on the left, in a cropped shirt over a dark singlet and a gladiator styled skirt over tights. she's also wearing arm-guards and gloves. she has her kyoshi makeup on and has all of her hair tied back in a short pony tail. she's peering over tophs head and has a speech bubble coming from her mouth filled with scribbles. there's a dotted line starting at suki's face and stretching across the drawing, showing where she's looking.

toph is in the middle, wearing a baggy shirt that has "they them theirs" written on the front and is half tucked into basketball shorts with a pair of gloves in the pocket. they have one hand wrapped around suki's arm while the other holds a cane. their hair is tied in two low buns and they have a blindfold over their eyes, with one of the tassles draped over their shoulder. they have their head tilted towards suki and are laughing quietly.

zuko is on the left, in a tight black undershirt with a red short sleeved zip-up hoodie over the top and dark jeans. he's also wearing gloves, a backwards cap and a face mask with the lower half of the blue spirit mask printed on it. he's looking over his shoulder, in the same direction as suki is looking, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his skateboard. there's a speech bubble coming from his mouth as well that is filled with scribbles.

the drawing is dark and shows silhouettes of people in the background and one dark shoulder in the foreground, as though they are in a sparse out crowd. /.end id]

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after drawing the original gaang's sk8-sonas, i now give you: team "could kick your ass without breaking a sweat" (:

suki was probably the most complicated and took the longest but toph was definitely the most fun to draw

#sk8 / atla crossover #my art #described #suki #toph #zuko #atla #avatar the last airbender #sk8 #sk8 the infinity

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soggywert · 2 years ago

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Icemav Ice Rink Date - fic

This is based off of my ice rink hc i made for the two!

Link: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hangman-puzzlesolver/692206064923541504?source=share

Characters: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell and Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky

Words: 5.08k

Warning: start is a bit slow, but it gets a bit better :) | oh, also, that I know jack about ice skating

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It was a hot morning in the Miramar sun. It pelted down on the land and made looking ahead hard. If someone were to ask Maverick to look ahead without seeing any heat waves, he would lose that bet in an instant. Everywhere you went, you would need sunglasses to reflect the light away from your eyes.

It was a weekend, a chaotic one at that. You couldn’t go out to the local bar without all the seats inside taken; the beach was packed, every square inch taken up by a family or couple. Though, finally, for once, Mav had pre-planned a few things. A few tickets hid up his sleeve.

It had been his turn to plan a date day for himself and Ice.

“Ice!” he called out down the hallway, shuffling along the carpet barefooted. A blonde head poked around the corner, his lips pursed, and his eyebrows scrunched up. He was dressed in a single tank top (that didn’t even make an attempt at trying to fit him) and some beach shorts, a bag slung around his shoulder full of random assortments. “What is it?” he drew back a little into a more upright position as Mav reached the end of the hallway to be face to face. “let’s not go to the beach; we won’t get a spot, '' he huffed, crossing his arms. Ice looked up and down at the other, the cogs in his head ticking along to make assumptions. “We don’t have air conditioning for jack in here; and I am not going to the god damn public pool down the road” he vowed. Maverick had a smile drawn across his face in response. “I’m glad we’re on the same wavelength for once”

Ice drew a hand around to clasp Maverick’s waste, a glint in his eyes. “Then where are you thinking of taking us?” he questioned. Mav spared a glance down to Ice’s hand that crept along him in a gentle sway. “How about the Ballad Ice Rink?” Ice’s eyes snapped out of the glint, his eyebrows furrowing up again and the corner of his lip curling. “Mav, are you serious? That would be packed by now, wouldn’t it?” he queried. “Yeah, you’ve had to prepay for a session- “Mav glanced down to his own shirt, reaching into the pocket on his chest to pull out two slim papers with words printed on them. “And guess who actually came prepared for once?” “… That’s… your date idea?” Ice asked, looking back and forth between the tickets and Maverick’s shining smile. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t it be; we’ve never been ice skating before and its hot today! Perfect date” he gave Ice a small peck on his cheek, before he turned around to make a move to his bedroom.

Ice followed in suit, dropping the bag by the corner of the hallway. “Mitchell, if it’s sessions, what time do we have to be there by?” he asked from behind, sliding an arm around the others shoulder. “12:30 to 3:30” Mav replied, shovelings the tickets into his pocket and slipping a hand up to meet Ice’s, to enlace them with his own. “How far away is it?” Ice questioned again. Mav huffed at all the questions. “15 minute or so drive,” he replied. A shuffle came from Ice, but it was too far out of Mav’s peripheral vision to tell what he was doing.

The next comment clicked the puzzle pieces together. “Well, we have to be there in 20.” Maverick glanced at his own watch. It was 12:10.

Oh shit.

Once both of them rushed into some jeans (as instructed by Maverick, because Ice wanted to put on shorts) and a shirt that was more appropriate for the occasion, Ice rushed outside to his 1962 Chrysler convertible, to start it up. Maverick rushed around, trying to pack a bag for them to store two bottles of water for them to share, two spare zip up hoodies to wear if they get cold and two pairs of gloves if either one of them wants to be extra safe. Mav cringed at the sound of the horn sound, honking in a tune that must have been practiced numerous times. He rushed to the vivid white front door that had a mosaic glass window on it, bag in one hand, keys in the other. He snatched his pair of brown tinted aviator sunglasses and slipped them on, as he opened the door with a quick thrust. He slipped through the door frame, slamming the door shut behind him and shuffling the keys into the keyhole to seal the house up.

His feet flew down the little staircase to the driveway’s pavement, then speed walk to Ice in the Chrysler. It was silver and was extremely well looked after. It shone so much; it could be its own light source. The roof was down, which made it easier for Mav to throw the bag in, and charge up to make the attempt to throw himself in afterwar-

“Don’t you dare! Use the god damn door, Maverick” Ice snapped in the driver’s seat, turning towards the other with a pointed finger. Mav pulled back into the present and contemplated the words. Not worth the fight. He opened the door and slipped into the seat, putting the bag under the dashboard, before digging into the glove box to pull out the pair of aviators Ice used for his car.

Ice had multiple pairs of aviators for specific jobs. There was one in the car, for driving, another for beach day, another for flying and so on. All in their specific places, which Maverick knew off by heart. He only had his brown tinted aviators to wear around, because he didn’t see the need to harbour multiple. He had a brand to keep up with. “Here you go, sweetie” Maverick cooed, as he passed the glasses to Ice. He just rolled his eyes, making it as obvious as he could for Mav and slipped them on. “You scratch her or put a dent in her, and I will make you pay for the trip to the dealership. You’re not in Hollywood, not every entrance has to be dramatic” Ice scolded. Maverick leaned in for a kiss on the others cheek. “You know you love me”

Soon, they were on the road, rushing to the ice rink near town. Both made small talk about their experience with ice skating (well, Maverick mainly did, Ice listened) or argued on which road to turn down.

Of course, Maverick’s godly power of showing up just on time came into light, and they found a parking lot to park across the street. They jumped out, jaywalked across the road, and slipped into the building in the nick of time. The clock hit 12:30. The sign in room was lit up by fluorescent lights and the air conditioning was the biggest break either of them had from the hot Miramar air. Maverick slipped his glasses off approaching the desk with a grin on his face. A lady with a curled bob glanced up from her newspaper to give a quick glance up and down. “Here for the 12:30 session?” she asked, her voice dulled from repeating the same question over and over again like a script. “Yeah” he pulled the tickets out from his jeans pocket, slipping them across the desk. She analysed them, checking the information printed on them. “Alright, you’re here till 3:30. Go to the blue desk on the far right of the building, opposite the beginners ice rink and pick up your shoes there” she repeated like a robot, a small attempt at uplifting her tone. “Thanks darl’, appreciate it” Maverick replied, after the lady picked out two coloured wristbands for the two to put on. Mav felt a burning sensation from Ice’s stare hit him in the back after his little ‘darl’ comment. “Of course, have a lovely day” the lady replied nonchalantly, going back to the newspaper. Mav turned around to meet Ice’s gaze, a challenge in his eyes. “Come on, we only got 3 hours here” he sent a provoking smile Ice’s way.

Ice stared back but decided against taking the bait. He slipped an arm around Mav’s shoulder again, leading them through the hallway to the other side. They were met with another wave of icy air, music, and flashing LED lights up above, spinning around the ring in a mix of reds, blues, greens and purples. It was mesmerising.

Give or take a few minutes, and Maverick and Ice had a seat at a table, slipping their ice skates onto their feet. Mav was tugging and shoving his foot into the last ice skate, swearing under his breath. Once he had it on, he started tugging at the Velcro straps to keep the skate enclosed around his ankle tightly. This was to prevent his ankle from giving out and spraining it. He looked over at Ice who was doing the same thing, a cold focus in his grey eyes. Mav was soon finished and using the table as a way to push himself up to stand up right. “Almost done?” Mav asked when Ice let out a sharp exhale. “Almost done” Ice repeated the other words. He glanced up, a slightly defeated look on his face. “Can... you help me up?” Ice asked, holding out his hand for Maverick to clasp. Mav did that and added a slight tug to help Ice to his feet, which it did. A stumble to regain their balance and a moment of holding each other in their arms later, the couple found themselves able to stand sup straight. Chest to chest, Maverick found himself laughing, holding onto Ice by the triceps. He stared up at the other through creased eyesight from his big grin, Ice staring back with a similar smile. Ice was chuckling, holding onto Maverick’s triceps as well, the glint returning to his eyes. One only Mav could recognise. One reserved for him and him only. The moment shriveled up when a couple beside them looked over with an annoyed stare.

Mav drew away, not wanting to bring any more attention to them both and started his strut to the beginner’s rink. His ankles wobbled on the spot, making him have to pause to find a wall to help support his crumbling balance. He took a quick glance behind him to see Ice still standing in place, arms held up to balance his own wobbly legs. This is new, Mav thought to himself, biting down on his lip. He wobbled back to the other, holding out an arm. “You alright?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow curiously. Ice forced a nod, grabbing Maverick by the wrist. “Fine” he replied, taking his first few steps, not sparing a second to glance up in front of him. If Ice looked away from his feet, he’d probably lose his footing and go face first into the ground. Maverick would love to see that, but he bit down that comment.

Soon, Ice found his footing quicker than Maverick, taking the lead to the beginner’s rink. They didn’t let go of each other’s arms, it could be seen as a platonic hand hold in public, one friend helping another. Ice reached the gate to the rink and stared down to the ice. Maverick soon followed suit past him and into the rink instantly, holding onto the railing on the wall. “Come on, Ice. It’s your natural habitat” Maverick purred, waiting for the other to step onto the ice.

For a second, Maverick thought he caught a nervous flash appearing in Ice’s eyes. Ice still didn’t move, contemplating how to approach this. “Kazansky” Maverick initiated. Ice looked over to Maverick, his eyebrows knitting. “What? Hold your horses, Mav. I’m thinking” he replied sharply. Maverick just grins, tilting his head a little to his left. “Don’t make me say it” “Say what?” “Don’t think…” “Holy shit, Mav, don’t. I will put this skate up your ass” Ice warned. “Juuust…” “Mitchell…” “Do”

That got Ice moving. Maverick drew his arm away from the other before the grip could strengthen, and skated off, trying to find his footing. There was shouting from Ice behind him, as per usual. At least Ice was on the ice rink. A yelp of distress sounded from behind Maverick, which made him turn around in a quick whip motion, holding onto the railing to steady his ass from doing a 360 spin. He watched as Ice fumbled for balance on his skates. It was like watching a cartoon from Warner Bros, the corny slipping and sliding around in an attempt to not fall on their ass was being perfectly displayed by Ice. Maverick’s mouth gaped, as he watched someone who was known for his cold hard precision slip and stumble around, trying to maintain his balance.

He stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with a free hand. “Ice do you- “

“No!” Ice said between an almost tumble to the ground, his hands fumbling for the railing. Ice was soon back into a balanced stance, his arms, and legs out to keep balance. It was as if he was a mannequin in a star jump pose.

Maverick snorted, buckling his shoulders a bit.

“Ice cold, no mistakes” Maverick commented, repeating what Goose had used to describe Ice the first time he had come up on topic. The first time they had met and shared that glace. That little talk. The tension was stronger than today’s heat waves. The passive aggressiveness was all that everyone surrounding them could only pick up; but, between them. Maverick and Iceman. Pete and Tom. The glint in Tom’s eyes sparked a small flame in Pete’s heart. It made him yearn for more. And now, they had become a fire. A fire that burned bright than a-

“Mitchell, you’re gonna have to stop with the lovey dovey eyes. It’s distracting me” Ice comment broke Mav from his trance. Mav met Ice’s eyes and formed a smile, his ears drawing back a little in habit. He had learnt how to wiggle his ears, and now they just moved when reacting to anything. “Oh, I’m glad I’m distracting to you, Kazansky.” Maverick commented. He held out a hand for Ice to take. Ice didn’t obligate.

Soon, they found themselves slowly doing loops around the rink, shuffling along the ice at a calm pace. Ice kept stumbling here and there, which Mav was always ready to hold an arm out to help the other. Kids and parents kept flooding the rink, soon able to pick up the pace and skate ahead of the couple. Maverick kept seeing a snowman ice skating aid with kids, and a more straightforward ice-skating aid by grown-ups and teenagers being used. Maverick saw them across beside the pickup and drop off area for ice skates and contemplated on going to snag one for Ice so he could start skating ahead again.

He felt a need for speed, to put it simply.

He kept pushing on, biting down on impatient impulses to skate off. “When you push to go forward, try maybe…” Maverick paused to think of a way to put it into words. “Try… try coming back in. Like, in and out, with your feet. You don’t need to lift your foot, just in an out, kind of like a snake” Mav demonstrated on his own feet, giving a little push to get some speed, then doing the slithering motion on the ground with both his feet. In and out. In and out. Ice watched, holding onto the other by an arm slung around his neck. “How… did you push off again?” he asked, doing the awkward stepping forward motion to catch up with Maverick. Mav looked back, making sure Ice had caught up, before demonstrating. “You want to push from a slight angle. Kind of a step you take, it’s on an angle, then you push forward” he replied, bringing Ice over to the railing. “Hold onto this, let me skate around to show you”

Once Ice was in a secure place, Maverick took off, leaning forward to keep his balance as he started skating forward. He started to make his way around the ring, smoothly avoiding obstacles, also known as children, and picking up speed. He passed by Ice, turning his torso towards the other, a grin ever present. Ice just watched, a smile creeping up his face. It made Mav’s cheeks rise, growing redder on the spot. The Ice’s face turned more serious. Maverick then felt something knock into him. A small splat sounded on the ground.

Maverick turned his head back to what it was, pulling to a halt to not go any further. He saw it was a little kid, landing on his side. He had blonde hair, a vertically striped shirt, with a dark blue hoodie over the top. He leant down, to squat, a wave of concern washed over him. “Oh shit, you alright buddy?” he asked, holding out a hand. The kid's lip quivered, but he looked up and nodded his head. “Aw, here” he held out his arms to help the kid up and brush him off.

“Where are your parents?” Mav asked in a soothing tone, trying to level with the kid.

“Right here” a woman’s voice spoke up.

Mav glanced up, a spark of dread crawled down his spine. She had straight brown hair, and she was in a hoodie as well, gloves on her hand. “I am so sorry; I wasn’t looking where I was going and- “he slammed his jaw shut when she went down onto her knees to pick up her child.

“No, it’s okay, I told him to go the direction everyone else was, but of course he didn’t listen” she scoffed, brushing him down. Mav stared up, feeling a bit dumbfounded. He didn’t see this one coming. “Jude, you alright?” she asked the young boy in her arms, who nodded his head, looking away shyly from the rising figure, not daring to meet Maverick’s gaze. A presence appeared behind Maverick and a hand gently rested on his waist. It was cold to the touch. Ice. Maverick shifted on the spot, to kind of hide the hand on his waist. It was an automatic thing Ice did when there was any tension. Ice would hold Maverick close, in an effort to comfort him. If anything tried to stir his hot head up, Ice was there to cool him down.

“I’m still sorry about that; I should’ve looked,” Maverick pressed. The woman did a brisk nod of her head. “We all make mistakes, don’t worry” she replied, giving a small smile to the two of them. “I think he needs a bit of a snack break, anyway. You two have a lovely day” the lady turned on the ice and skated away back to the exit. Maverick felt himself let out a breath that had been caught in his throat for the longest minute of his life.

“Jesus” he mumbled to himself, sinking a bit into Ice. Ice, thankfully, had the balance to accept the embrace. “Y’know, I think we might need our own snack break” he suggested, putting his arms around Maverick, who snorted at the comment. “Wise move, Ice. Let’s go get something at the café” he replied. He pulled Ice along towards the exit of the rink, finding now after spending some time on the ice, he was way smoother. He could actually change direction, turn and go faster easier. Though, stopping was still one of his down sides. He for now is doing a t-stop, which he knew was bad for the blade if he kept it up.

He helped Ice off the rink fist, before getting off himself. “Y’know, I think that was a sign from god to never adopt” Ice said, holding out a hand for Maverick to take. Maverick grabbed him by the wrist, so it wasn’t suspicious. “Yeah, no, I agree. I mean, Bradley has been enough; I don’t know how Carole does it” Maverick laughed, wiping off a bit of sweat from his brow. “How about you go order the chips, and I’ll go grab our jackets; deal?” Mav turned on the spot, to face the blonde. Ice turned to Maverick as well. He leaned in a bit closer. “Alright, deal” he said, taking a quick glance around before leaning in and giving Maverick a quick peck on his lips. “See you at the table?” he suggested. Maverick nodded his head, a rush of adrenaline hit him at how risky that kiss was. But it’s what kept Maverick coming back. The risk they had made. It was addicting.

“See you” he said, watching Ice walk away, almost too good in the ice skates. The one thing he was apparently good at on skates. Maverick turned to the table and journeyed over. He slipped down onto the seat, picking up the bag and zipping it open. Ice isn’t good at ice skating, Maverick thought, irony staining those words. He grinned at the thought of showing off. Finally, a battle he could win at. He was good at ice skating, while Ice wasn’t. He took a sip from one of the bottles he had brought along. He took out a grey hoodie that had a scratched-out Laker’s logo on it, the other being a plain dark red hoodie. He rubbed his hands together, glancing around the room to the main ice rink.

That was where most of the couples gathered that thought it would be a good challenge to try the big rink. It was fun to watch a lot of them lose balance, while the other tried helping stabilise them back onto their feet. Odd one or two fell flat on their asses. Every now and then, both partners would fall. Mav grinned in grimace at the idea of them doing that. Him and Ice.

He turned away, seeing the tables full of either family, couples or groups of friends. If only they could be as open about their relationship as everyone else was. It always had to be masked as a strictly platonic relationship. Hell, the adrenaline rush Maverick got when they would tease each other with small kisses, hands on the waist, and wiggling eyebrows towards the bathroom got him on a high. But…

Sometimes… it would be nice to just cuddle, and no one would question it. Carole and a lot of the Top Gun class didn’t mind. Anyone who knew didn’t mind, but, well, the rest of the population usually would have something to say.

A lump in his throat always grew when the thought crossed his mind that they might get hurt being together.

Mav looked up to Ice walking over with a single cardboard cup of chips in hand. “Only one?” Maverick queried. “$7.35 for one. I am not buying two” Ice grumbled, his nose curled into a crunched-up look like if something stank. “I don’t want to be wasting any more money here” he huffed, sitting next to Maverick, offering the cup in front of the other. Maverick snagged a chip, the smell of salt and spices emitted from it. “I paid for this date” Maverick raised an eyebrow, turning into the table to face Ice, crossing a leg over the top of knee. He pressed an elbow on the table and kept a hand on his temple to hold his head up.

“I should be getting a bit back in return,” he complained. “I’ll put more effort into the next date, don’t worry. I just don’t like paying for overpriced mediocre chips'' Ice commented back, looking down at the cup.

Mav contemplated Ice’s words, shoveling the chip into his mouth. He was spluttering it out in the next instance, the heat burning his tongue and the roof of his mouth. “It’s hot, by the way,” Ice said, taking a small bite from a chip he drew from the cup. “Asshole”

Maverick threw the hoodie into Ice’s arms, then throwing the half-eaten chip under the table. “You’re feral” Ice scolded the other, slipping the hoodie on and doing the zip up. “Yeah, well, I’m not the first” Maverick dismissed the others comment, before snagging another chip.

“Can I show you something?” he asked standing up. “Do I have a choice?” Ice’s gaze followed Maverick in his stance, glancing up and down in his usual flirtatious way. A smile grew across his cheeks, his lips riding up to reveal his gum. Maverick felt his cheek become warmer, by the second, a flustered look on his face.

“No, on the rink. We can go there after” he joked.

Ice rolled his eyes, slipping up and off the table smoothly. He put an arm around Maverick’s shoulder, and snatched back the cup of chips, taking two out offering one to the smaller man. Mav didn’t oblige to the offer and took a chomp out of it. “Alright, no more, or I might throw up on the rink” the sarcastic comment snaked out, but Mav didn’t show any sign of regretting it. Ice rolled his own grey eyes, shuffling along to the wall of plastic glass and painted wood that surrounded the ice rink. Mav paused to consider what he was about to do. He moved out the way when a couple wanted to get past him onto the rink. “Alright…” Maverick breathed.

“Want to come on with me, or stay out here?” he asked, turning to Ice. “No food allowed on the rink” Ice pointed out, shaking the cup.

“Looks like you’re gonna have to go on your own. Sure you can handle it?” Maverick scoffed. “Try me”

Ice grinned, sending a ‘dare you’ nod Maverick’s way. “Show me what you got, Pete” the smile grew. Maverick held the gaze for a little longer, before strutting onto the ice, turning back to look at Iceman. “Hold onto your cup, Kazansky. This one is gonna be a show” he grinned, starting to push his skates to go backwards. This caught Ice’s attention through the shield.

That’s right, keep staring, Maverick thought, his heart skipping a few beats at the idea of what was going through Ice’s head right now. “Talk to me, Goose,” he whispered to himself. It was a verbal ritual he used to get him to focus, not let any other intrusive thoughts invade his mind.

Time to turn and burn, Mav.

He blasted off in his skates, starting to pick up some speed. This was challenging enough, trying to maintain his balance. In and out. In and out. In and out. Push, push, push. He felt like he was in the cockpit again, going a million miles an hour. Now, he could feel the wind brush against him, if he imagined hard enough, he would be able to visualise the air flow around his not so aerodynamic body. The F-14 was easier than this, but this? This had to be second best. Leaning forward, bending his knees, he pushed on and on, getting faster and faster.

It was fun just doing this, but Ice wasn’t here to be impressed by how fast he could get. He had to put on a show. He had to slow down first. He started to drop in pace, at an average pace he started to make his way back to Ice. He got his back straight, held his arms out, bent down into his knees to prepare himself. Leaning forward…

Mav twisted his torso to the left, his knees riding back up to turn his feet to face behind him. He dipped back down to catch himself from going off balance. Maverick was now going backwards. To put it simply, he did a Two-Foot Three Turn. He looked back to Ice to catch his expression, leaning to the left more so he could do a circle around. Backwards. He needed to impress him a little bit more. Ice didn’t even try to hide it. He was impressed.

Maverick grinned, before slowing himself down to turn around to face Ice. Now he was gonna demonstrate his next trick. It wasn’t much, but he started making an attempt at circle work, going around and around, doing a few cross overs before making the attempt into a two footed spin. It was… alright. Could’ve been worse. He tried at another one, but this one he slipped up and almost went face first into the ice. Right now, he was crouched down, to prevent himself from doing just that.

There was a laugh from behind the shield, which made Maverick’s ears perk. A hot wave of embarrassment hit him, and he pushed himself up from his crouched position. He skated over to the exit and crossed his arms.

Ice turned to him, face to face with the shorter man. The music was louder here; the song was currently: Horror Movie by Skyhooks. They shared a smile; Maverick ran his tongue along the inside of his lip. Ice’s lips parted slightly; his tongue idled at the base of his top row of teeth. He looked up at the speaker, before motioning his head to a quieter corner of the building. Maverick nodded his head and started leading the way to that area, a hand brushing against his triceps to hold onto it. Ice cold.

Once he made it to the wall, Ice put a hand up against, holding the cup idly by his chest.

“I didn’t know you could skate '' he stated, looking Maverick up and down to the other. Maverick stared back, forcing himself to keep his posture. Ice had a habit of melting him on the spot. “You never told me you couldn’t, '' Maverick replied, crossing his arms. The glint returned to Ice’s eye, as his mouth gaped into a small chuckle.

“Touché Pete. Fuckin’ Touché”

Pete picked a chip out of the cup, and idled it in his mouth, he chewed through a bit of it, till he saw Ice moving in to take a bite out of it. They closed their eyes, nibbling through it together, before lips touched, the odd salt grain resting on the other's lip burning Maverick’s own. It added to the flavour. There, they took a long kiss, the world around them becoming a mumbled blur. In this moment, they could only talk in a language only they shared. No one could interrupt them, even if they tried.

This was their moment.

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wish-i-wasnt-a-coward · 3 years ago

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Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes.

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door.

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones.

Suffice to say, the twins were very different.

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb.

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle.

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips.

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist.

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression.

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”.

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4”

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!”

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work.

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton.

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen.

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler.

“That’s really good pat-”

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun.

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school”

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands.

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building.

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job.

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched.

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded.

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe.

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work”

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will.

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director.

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t look marginally like a cave.

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects.

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before.

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid”

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding.

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep.

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was.

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family.

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree.

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day.

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up.

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

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