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https://www.tumblr.com/ratatatastic/773054620010414080/luostys-using-pride-tape-this-year

Mackie too! I don’t think many of the panthers used it

yep we have 5 kitties (reino, roddy, luosty, mackie, and boqy) doing it this year!! which was the same amount we had last year after the whole pridetape ban nonsense. boqy even tapped a trans flag by the glass. I was suprised jesp didn't considering he did make a post about it back in 21 with the devs but his brother doing it works too <33

these were the kitties that donned pride tape last year for celebrations for the 2324 (reino, lars, roddy, locky and stolie) and since locky got send down to charlotte, and lars and stolie left us (god rest their souls they're not dead but they do play for toronto) i was wondering which of the kitties would fill in or if it was just gonna be reino and roddy but its really nice to see more of the boys use it

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Exes: Flashbacks — Bonus Chapter

Please remember, this is just to give the story a bit more depth. You don’t have to read it, it won’t make a difference, either way.

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Warnings: Mentions of abuse, blood, bruises. Mentions of puke, nightmares/PTSD, mentions of abusive partner, and the wholesome boys being the best friends.

As you stood in the threshold of the home, you froze, wide-eyed and feeling pathetic. Though you promised yourself you wouldn’t burden them with your presence for longer than you had to. You just had to get back on your feet.

Then, you’d be out of their hair and they wouldn’t have to deal with you, anymore.

Feeling a hand on your shoulder, your eyes widen and you quickly jerk away, going as far to hit the door frame to get away from the touch. Though, as you look up, you see Akaashi, who looks at you with sad eyes... You poor thing. What had he done to you?

With a quick and quiet apology, you shuffle into the home, missing the glance the two men exchanged. One of pure rage and sadness. Though, with it came a promise that he was going to help you heal. And he wouldn’t stop until you were you again.

...

You’d zoned out as you sat on you bed, Bokuto having moved to your floor to arm-wrestle with Kuroo. Akaashi wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew what you were thinking about. A shared memory, perhaps.

And as his hand comes to rest gently on your shoulder, you blink a bit, before looking at him with a small smile, leaning into his touch as he opens an arm to you, allowing you to lean into his side.

You weren’t completely healed, but you were yourself. And he was so, so proud and happy to have you back with him.

...

Bokuto hadn’t ever felt so angry in his life. But here he was, cradling you to him, in a blanket as the three of you rushed to the hospital.

Your head was bleeding and you were covered in small bruises and cuts. You were shaking and sobbing and clinging to Bokuto like your life depended on it. He was trying to comfort you, trying to quiet your sobs. He knew they were only wearing you out.

His hand comes to pet your hair, stroking it softly and cooing down to you. He’d never forget the way you were finally soothed by his soft, sweet ‘baby owl’ and calming hum. And he’d never forget the image of you, passed out, and bruised in his arms.

With that, he made a promise that he wouldn’t ever let anyone touch you again.

...

Bokuto scoops you into his arms as he watches the way you had zoned out again. Memories, he guessed. Though, he knew what you were thinking about. But luckily now, it seemed like a bad memory. Especially as the image in his head of your exhausted, pained features, were replaced by your giggles as you cling to him.

“I know you’re in love with me, baby owl, but save some of that affection for Tendō, why don’t you?” He teases as he kisses your head.

And no one had hurt his precious baby owl, or even laid a finger on you since that day.

...

It was the first time since your arrival that Kuroo had come to visit. He hadn’t yet seen you — you’d been too shaken up to visit in the hospital. He hadn’t expected for you to act the way you did, though. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, in completely honestly.

Watching the way you looked at everyone like you were scared to make the wrong move, scared to make anyone upset.

He’d watched the way you dropped something and froze. You hadn’t been able to move a moment, just looking at the rest of them all in terror. He hadn’t even noticed you were shaking, until he took your hands in his own to steady you and to reassure you that it was okay.

He promised himself he never wanted to see you so terrified of them again. He’d make sure that you didn’t ever feel so terrified in your own home ever again.

...

Watching the way you giggled with Bokuto, inevitably kicking something over and knocking something from your desk. Though, rather that dread or concern, they watch as you just grin sheepishly, next being pulled into Kuroo’s arms and away from the breakables.

“You’re so clumsy,” Kuroo teases you, ruffling you’re hair and watching as you lean into the touch with a happy smile, not a bit of fear in your bright eyes.

Because you knew that these people wouldn’t ever hurt you.

...

Lev remembered the nights where he sat by your bedside for when you woke from nightmares. There had been so many nights when you woke up in a cold sweat.

He would sit by your bedside end hold you while you sobbed into his chest, shaking and in a cold sweat. Occasionally curling up in bed with you, do you could both fall asleep.

He’d never forget your wide eyes, terrified before you realized it was him who was watching over you. Him who was brushing away your hair when you began to puke because of your terror. Him who was comforting you in the dead of night.

That was when Lev had promised he would never let you wake from a nightmare, scared and alone.

...

Lev grins as he scoops you away from Kuroo, watching as your face lit up and making his chest swell with pride. He’s quick to hang you upside down by your legs, before tossing you on your bed.

The same one that you slept on every night. The same one that you hadn’t had a nightmare in eight months in, while sleeping. The same one you piled high with stuffed animals from your friends or from occasions with them. To ‘protect you’ from any nightmares.

He’d kept his promise. Because every time you woke from a nightmare, if he wasn’t there, you were calling him and he was coming to lay by your side until you and he fell asleep again. Never again would you sit, scared and alone in the dark.

...

Kenma remembered the day you’d come to his apartment, because he’d invited you to play video games with him. He remembered the way your eyes lit up for the first time since you’d come back from the hospital.

He remembered the way you held the controller, a bit inexperienced, but still bubbling with excitement. He remembered the excitement you held when you started to talk to them.

It had been the first time that your words weren’t laden with ‘sorry’s and hesitance. And he promised that he’d help you get a set up for your own room, so they didn’t ever have to see this excitement leave you.

...

As Kenma watches you glance at your equipment, he knows you’re thinking about the same thing, looking towards him directly after. He gives you a soft smile and opens his arms.

You always jumped at the opportunity to hug Kenma, quite literally jumping off of the bed to walk over to him and tuck yourself into his lap. He always gave some of the best hugs. All of your boys did. And as you hug him, he reminds himself...

You were happy, again. Genuinely happy and out of your shell. And he was so, so proud of you, wrapping his arms around you with a soft smile.

...

And as you looked around at the boys, you can’t help but smile. You had such good friends. And you wouldn’t ever stop letting them know exactly how much each of the dorks meant to you. And as you all reminisce, you glance towards the ‘bucket list’ on your desk. You and the boys all wrote it together, one Valentine’s Day.

(I know my handwriting isn’t good, sorry guys) You don’t have much on your bucket list. Neither do the boys. But, you’ve all decided that when they’re all completed, you’re going to make new ones together.

The boys would do it all again, no questions asked. It was hard at times, but here you were. And they were so happy. Because once they’d gotten you back, you were a light in each of their lives.

Bokuto beat the shit out of Shane for what he did. He ended up in the hospital for a couple of days. But he deserved it, for having put you there in the first place.

I really hope I did those scenes justice 😔 I know it’s not the best but I promise I tried, guys. I hope you’re enjoying, though 💕

You guys better be getting something to eat, drinking some water, and taking care of yourselves mentally and physically. But remember, no matter what, I am here for you, I am proud of you, and you’re doing wonderfully!

Taglist: (Bold couldn’t be tagged, but I’ll keep trying)

@kookie-doughs @missalienqueen @kodzuklutz @halesandy @pelicanpizza @pandauniverse @sevenlol @mixed-bag-of-tricks @satoriluver @uniquepickle @geloikawa @babyshoyo @ilauvcoldpizza @ghoulgirlradio @maer-333 @tobi--o @ermahgerd-larry-and-ziam @ashtounding

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Snip, Snip

Happy Pride Month everyone!!! ❤️💛💚💙💜

So, the prompt was Dadbur and Fundy with no angst and I'm not sure if the prompter had this in mind, but I took creative liberties and made a one-shot where Dadbur cuts Fundy's hair.

Now, I am non-binary but I really love Trans Fundy fics since they're just so sweet and genuine and kinda relatable. Especially those fics where Wilbur is v supporting and I really love those fics. As can be seen in the trigger warning though, there is some slight misgendering but it's not intentional. Anyway, hope you all are having a lovely day or night! And I'll try to write more since I just finished my first year in college (finals were mean I swear I had like four essays due on one day), but yeah, thanks for reading :D

TW: Slight Misgendering (Not Intentional)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/78841564

“Papa! Papa, hurry! Hurry!”

He gripped tightly on his papa’s coat, whining until his papa finally made it past the van door. His papa chuckled, leaning down to scoop him up in his arms. He shrieked, holding onto his papa’s shoulder while he was carried over to the bathroom. He was getting his haircut today!

Fundy looked up, giggling when his father set him down on the tall chair he had dragged into the bathroom that morning. They were supposed to have done it in the morning, but his uncle got stuck in a tree and papa had to go help him. He hummed underneath his breath, trying to follow after the lullaby his papa would sing to him at night. His papa was sorting through the small cabinet behind the mirror, mumbling to himself. Fundy could hear him though, and he could hear his papa cursing while he looked for the scissors. Papa said he shouldn’t say those words, but uncle Tommy said they were very cool, so he only said them when papa wasn’t around to hear.

“I swear to the gods that I left them… oh, here they are.”

He smiled, tail thumping against the back of the chair when his papa showed the pair of scissors. His papa smiled, jokingly cutting at the air before moving to stand behind Fundy. He giggled, kicking the back of his feet against the chair. His papa had promised to help him cut his hair ever since he told him he wanted to be his son. He used to be so scared, terrified that his papa would insist that he was ‘his little girl, his little princess’ but papa wasn’t mad at all! He felt a hand ruffle the top of his hair, a kiss pressing to the side of his head, causing him to laugh before pushing his papa away from him. He wanted to get his haircut! His hair was too heavy and he never liked how it sent an itch down his back. It made him feel wrong. He didn’t like that feeling.

“I’m going to start now, son, okay? Try not to move too much, baby.” He held his breath, trying not to jump up in excitement when he heard the telltale sound of a snip. He hoped his papa cut it just the way he wanted his hair to be. He wanted it to be short, like papa’s and uncle Tommy’s.

“Papa, can it be as short as yours? I want it to be short!” He met his papa’s eyes through the mirror. His papa smiled, scratching gently behind one of his ears, which made him purr. “Papa!”

“Anything you want, son. If it makes you happy, Fundy, then we’ll cut it short!”

He let out a squeal, trying to keep still as his papa continued to cut his hair. Snip. Snip. Snip. With every sound, his hair got shorter and shorter. He kept his eyes glued to the mirror, mouth agape with awe at how clean his papa’s cuts were. He was beginning to look more like a boy with every cut of the scissors. He liked the way he was going to look. With the long hair gone, he wouldn’t feel like he was carrying a heavy burden. He remembers the day when he had waited at the van for his papa to come home, his skirt in tatters while he sobbed into his arms. He hadn’t meant to ruin it. But he’d been feeling so wrong lately and then the skirt got caught on one of his nails and he just… couldn’t control himself. His papa found him a few hours later, immediately pulling him up into a warm embrace, asking him what was wrong. What he could do to make his little princess smile again. He had screamed, screeching that he didn’t want to be called that.

“Aaaannndddd… there!” He snapped out of his thoughts, focusing his gaze towards the mirror again. He let out a small gasp, little hands reaching up to touch the edge of his hair. It was shorter now. He reached out to the back of his neck, giddy once he realized that his hair no longer reached down to his waist. It reminded him of his papa’s haircut, but different, his own style. “What do you think, son? Would you prefer something else? You could have shorter or, well一”

“I love it!”

He lunged, his papa easily catching him, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

He nuzzled into his papa’s chest, feeling happy tears fall past his cheeks.

“Thank you, papa. I love you.”

His papa held him closer, “I love you too. I love you so much. My son. My little champion.”

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Hope you guys like this <333 And hope everyone has a great day or night!