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innytoes · 2 years

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Thinking Thoughts today about ABO AU Reggie and Clothes.

-When Paul became his Register, he either wore what Paul decided, or what he still had left from high school. If he bought new clothes and Paul was in a bad mood, he’d get berated for wasting money. If he didn’t buy new clothes and Paul was in a bad mood, he’d get berated about not making an effort for his alpha.

-At the shelter, they didn’t really have their own clothes. Everything was just heaped together and washed, and then they grabbed it from big communal piles. Reggie quickly realised that with his gross-ass, still-healing cut on his face, nobody was going to be interested in him anyway, so he offered to wear the most ugly clothes people donate so the others wouldn’t have to.

-It became kind of a joke, every time they get in one of those weird shirts with ridiculous text or an ugly print, HEY REGGIE YOU GOT ANOTHER SHIRT. He didn’t mind, because joking with his friends was better than thinking about how he was going to be stuck in the shelter for the rest of his life.

-When someone leaves the shelter they’re allowed the clothes on their back + one change of clothes. The people in the laundry room always made sure that the change of clothes were The Worst Items We Have So Nobody Has To Wear Them Anymore.

-Caleb, when Reggie comes home with them, is secretly Very Worried that was his actual taste. Their new omega is wearing a ‘women want me fish fear me’ shirt and cargo shorts, and all he packed was a pair of acid wash jeggings that are bedazzled on the ass and a shirt declaring he was Team Bride.

-Reggie admits that they’re not really his style, but there’s not a lot of options at the shelter. (He’s too scared to say they sent him away with ugly clothes on purpose in case it makes his new alphas annoyed.)

-Caleb is annoyed, but not at Reggie. He wants to drag Reggie to a nice boutique right the heck now, but Ray stops him when he sees how overwhelmed Reggie already is and promises to pick him up a few things at Target.

-Ray gets him some basic jeans, underwear and socks, some black and white t-shirts, a nice soft pair of sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. Also a shirt with a cat on it, because he saw how excited Reggie was to meet Pockets.

-Of course Reggie loves the cat shirt, and Caleb only despairs a little on the inside.

-Reggie quickly starts ‘borrowing’ Ray’s old flannels. First just when they’re both out for work, but one day he forgets to take it off before Ray gets home. Ray just smiles and kisses his cheek and doesn’t say anything mean about it, so Reggie takes that as permission.

-Ray’s Henleys are his next target. This is a bigger risk, because while Ray rarely wears the flannels, he does wear the henleys a lot. His favourite is a sage green one that’s very soft. He may put it at the top of the pile every time after washing it so Ray will wear it (so he can steal it the next day when it smells like him).

-Yes, Caleb starts dressing down and buying Very Soft Things around this time in the hopes that Reggie will steal some of his clothes.

-He also makes sure Reggie knows that the credit/debit card he gave him can be used to buy anything he wants, not just groceries or things Pockets needs. He can buy some clothes that are more his style.

-Reggie does go out and buy some underwear that’s more his preference. He’s a little worried Ray will be offended, but of course he isn’t.

-Emboldened by that, he buys some cute socks with dogs on them the next time he’s out. Nobody is mad. In fact, Ray compliments them. Then, some proper running shoes, shorts, and a tank top. Still no comment.

-So Reggie settles into the idea that he really is allowed to buy whatever he wants with his card. He gets himself a treat while shopping sometimes, a little cupcake or a super sweet coffee drink. He buys a second pair of cozy sweatpants. He still mostly steals Ray’s shirts, but he gets a nice burnt orange sweater that’s on sale and very, very soft.

-And then one day, he sees a dress in the window of a little boutique that he just knows would be perfect for Aimee from the shelter. So he buys it. And then he realises, he could get all his friends some nice clothes. Caleb’s always reminding him can buy whatever he wants and that he never gets anywhere near the end of his budget. (Is it really a budget if Reggie can’t imagine spending that much money in a month?)

-So maybe he goes all out and gets some nice, not-ugly, fun clothes. He goes to the little boutique and buys a bunch of pretty dresses and skirts and tops in different sizes and styles. He gets some nice button ups and some decent jeans and soft sweaters and decent quality shirts and cool hats okay, maybe he also slips in one ridiculous t-shirt with a skateboarding dinosaur just because.

-He doesn’t dare go inside the café-part of his old shelter. He’s too scared his friends will be mad that he got picked when they have not. That they’ll think he’s rubbing it in, that he got out and he has Money now. So instead, he puts everything in a big bag, ties it up with a little bow and a card that says CLOTHES DONATION... and chucks it over the fence of the Outdoor Area at the back on one of his early morning jogs and runs away.

-He is feeling pretty good about all of this, until Caleb looks up from his monthly budgeting and asks if they can talk.

-Reggie immediately feels his heart stuck in his throat. He spent too much. Even though he didn’t max out his budget, Caleb thinks he’s spent too much and he is going to be mad. He tries to keep himself under control, keep his scent under control, but Caleb’s nostrils flare and he get up and Reggie squeezes his eyes shut...

And Caleb just crouches down in front of him and gently takes his hands.

“I’m not mad,” he says. “You’re okay. You’re safe here. Nobody is going to hurt you, or yell. Take a breath for me, alright?”

He takes a deep breath, and when he opens his eyes, Caleb looks concerned. His scent is soothing, and calm, and not mad at all.

“I just wanted to check if you made this purchase,” he says slowly. “Or if someone cloned one of my cards and I need to report it. Georgie’s Dresses?”

“That’s mine,” he whispers, unable to stop himself from hunching in on himself, hair falling over his face.

“Kitten, if you want to wear dresses, you don’t have to hide them from us,” Caleb says, his thumb gently stroking Reggie’s hand. “I’m sure you look beautiful in them.”

Oh. Reggie almost wants to cry and the sincere words, and he falls into Caleb and hugs him tight. Caleb of course catches him, holding him close and stroking his hair gently.

“They’re not for me,” he admits after a while. “I- they- I saw a dress one of my old friends would just die for, so I bought it. And then... then I bought some more stuff. Because I get to have all these nice things now, and they’re stuck with whatever people donate, and I just...”

“That’s very kind of you,” Caleb says. He hadn’t been upset when Reggie carefully asked if he could use some of his allowance - his budget - to set up a recurring donation to the animal shelter. Of course he wouldn’t be mad if he wanted to spend some of that money on helping out his old friends. “Next time we declutter, we’ll be sure to donate whatever you think is best to there as well, alright?”

Reggie smiles, nodding. He doesn’t think Jeff or Antonio or most of the guys would be too happy wearing some of Caleb’s old Hollywood Ghost Club suits, but who knew. Maybe Miles would. He was always fashionable and he loved sparkles.

-When they’re settled on the couch later that evening, the budget all squared away, Reggie looks up from fiddling with one of Ray’s bracelets.

“Do you really think I’d look pretty in a dress?” he asks, willing his voice to stay steady.

“Breathtaking,” Caleb says, looking up from his book.

“You look pretty in whatever makes you happy, tesoro,” Ray says, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You could definitely rock a nice dress.”

Reggie smiles, snuggling into Ray’s side a little more. Maybe he’d go shopping some time.

#the caleb/ray/reggie ABO AU #calebxrayxreggie #fanfic #kind of #I wrote a thing #I am not writing a thing #julie and the phantoms #let reggie wear a dress 2kalways #apparently I have a lot of feelings about Reggie and clothes #and maybe Reggie goes back to Georgie's Dresses and gets himself a nice flouncy skirt and a pretty dress that flares out when he spins #also of course sooner or later Caleb talks Reggie into letting him take Reggie to his tailor and they get him a custom suit

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disastertealeaf · 5 years

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mighty nein fashion sense: modern au [updated]

based on this old post!

fjord:

probably dresses up like trucker ngl (but not really.)

probably looks like he buys clothes from american eagle and only ae

bought all the clothes in the closet knowing that all of them will match

that being said, he loves to layer his clothes

see him in a lot of flannel and denim with plain t-shirts

tan pants? better than he thought

hes probably got loafers or some kind of practical work shoe

summertime? hes takin out the short sleeve button up shirts. no one will stop him

ironically owns a hawaiian shirt

looks GREAT in a suit and he knows it

lady-killer

a pretty boy

caleb:

ever seen a college disaster in the winter?? that’s caleb

his clothes are old, and theyre never really out of style because he tries to buy clothes like that (hes a man of classic apparel)

kind of guy to have a set of monochrome t-shirts that he uses a lot because he cant be bothered to do clothes shopping

the black ones have faded a lot

TURTLENECKS

scarves

slacks!!! and classic belts. ge discovered that it’s easier to clean up a look with minimal effort.

has a leather bomber with the same interior as his coat in canon. it is used almost everyday

if he ever needs to look scholarly hes got it covered but its only one set of clothes and he doesnt really like it because he hasnt bought a new one in a while

the scholarly look is actually just a sweatervest with a button-up shirt and maybe a tie? with leather wingtips

style over comfort to the max (he cannot find it in himself to try everyday when he has more important things to focus on)

mollymauk:

hes fashionable. end of story

hes got slacks in so many colors and patterns.

hes got so many patterned buttonups that he will never fully button (probably just buttons up to his navel and quits)

he probably dresses up in different eras every day

HIGH WAISTED SHORT SHORTS WITH FISHNETS

he does not give a Shit about what society thinks is “feminine” or “masculine”. he will do whatever the fuck he wants to

definitely wears skirts for this reason

he loves to experiment with clothes….. he has so many

probably has one of every type of shoe to try and match his outfits

jewelry is a must!! probably has bought a lot of clip on earrings or has a lot of ear piercings. or just accessories in general. he loves bein flashy

knee high boots are still a thing but shhh those are for very special nights out in town (which is every night in his opinion. just let him live)

if hes trying to be discreet catch him in a burgundy peacoat

beauregard:

shes got the gym look down

basically only owns clothes in her dnd color palette

greenish blue windbreakers on chilly days

workout leggings and sweatpants ALMOST ALL THE TIME not that anyone is complaining

shes got a few pairs of destroyed denim jeans and shorts and they look really good

she just feels like the pants are restricting because she needs to be ready to Throw Down

sleeveless shirts! big arm cutouts! tank tops! racerbacks! all of them have graphic designs

probably just goes out in a sports bra and a hoodie if shes really not feeling it

sunglasses. she looks so good in them.

shes got a pantsuit hidden deep deep DEEP in her closet for special occasions (would rather not wear it)

jester:

skirts!!!! dresses!! yes!! a lot of a line dresses and skirts

shes got a closet of pastel because she looks good in every shade

probably loves knee high socks

shes got those small backpacks in pastel pink she will not leave her house without it

really loves floral designs imo

hot take: she is into embroidery and loves making her own style out of ordinary clothes

high waisted denim shorts WITH FISHNETS. molly roped her into it and she loves it

u know those shirts that button up but u can tie them in the front?? she likes those a lot

off the shoulder shirts too

oversized things!! hit her with an oversized sweater or sweatshirt on a casual day or a lazy day (please take care of it fjord we beg u)

loves loves loves!!! designing her own shoes

she likes to buy paint sets and go to town on some plain shoes and give it her own artistic touch OR she will embroider it

always about her most recent obsession

catch her with some tusk love themed shoes

hair accessories!! lots of bows and headbands

yasha:

practical attire!! if the apocalypse came today, she would be ready

cargo pants (shes got 50 pockets or something)

i can see her owning a lot of heavy jackets (perhaps a parka?)

combat boots are a must. or sneakers but u know combat boots make her looks cleaner

plain t shirts or tank tops (really complements her arms)

monochrome at almost all times or navy blue

will occasionally just come out in gym attire. leggings and a tank top ?? yes PLEASE

probably a former goth u can find her stuff in a storage bin in her garage or something (molly always tries to find it)

probably has a holster bag on top of her many pockets

nott:

master of nondescript clothes

earthy colors are her favorite

discovered that people wear masks in other countries and she hasnt gone back since

plain hoodies!! bomber jackets!! she likes them

sweatpants with those cuffs at the bottom!

tbh she doesnt have too many demands when shes getting clothes…. they just cant be expensive or flashy because she’d rather blend in

loves goodwill. that is probably the only store she goes to for clothes because she is Frugal

she wears converses that are Pretty Old but she takes care of them so they last a while

i want to believe that she hides a fanny pack under her jacket to conceal stolen goods

caduceus:

his clothes are the most true to canon

he does not own one silk shirt. he owns enough to last him a month. he also has a lot of cotton shirts

mainly in floral designs or solid earthy tones + various shades of forest green

slacks in that deep green he always wears

bluchers or open laced dress shoes! or his boots from canon

he accents all of his outfits with some kind of leather (usually its on his belt, but he has bracelets and other accessories to make it work too)

he knows how to use a monochrome green palette perfectly

he looks business casual half of the time

if hes going casual, it’s camo time.

heavy army green jacket with patches that jester made + any v-neck t-shirt he owns

if hes really not feeling it on a particular day, he will wear harem pants and a fruit of the loom shirt that he stuffed into a drawer in his wardrobe

his style is the softest in the nein in terms of his usual everyday wear

#critical role #cr #the mighty nein #mollymauk tealeaf #fjord #caleb widogast #jester #beauregard #caduceus clay #yasha #nott the brave #modern au #I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS MONTHS AGO #so here it is #everyone has more stuff!!#i edited the other one but i made more tweaks to this version

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demi-dufresne · 7 years

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they were the worst soulmates ever. of all time.

THEY WERE WAS THE WORST SOULMATES EVER. OF ALL TIME.

A Wash-centric story for the “Worst __ Ever” or “Soulmates” square of the @rvbficwars blue team bingo! In which Washington puts the “shit” in relationshit.

Soulmate marks were never something Wash really put that much thought into. Sure, there was one very obviously on his wrist, something he didn’t take that much pride in. He didn’t really care, either. But after society sort of rejected the idea of soulmates, before Wash was even born, it was custom to keep them hidden at all times. And for Wash, that meant long sleeves and long nights trying to figure out how to work makeup.

The first time anyone said anything about his mark, he was somewhere around fourteen. That was the first time he found himself sitting on Church’s floor, a box full of Carolina’s skin-toned products sitting in between them.

“If you think I understand how to do this, you’ve come to the wrong person,” Church grumbled. “Just because I have a sister doesn’t mean I know how this works. Don’t you have a sister, anyways?” He had his arms crossed, and somewhat of a scowl danced across his face.

“Please, man? I didn’t really get that anything was wrong with it until my teacher said something. My teacher, for crying out loud. Like, I’m sorry, is it really his job to be focusing on that?” Wash said. He was looking down at the concealer like it was some sort of dangerous explosive, just waiting to blow up and take him with it.

“Welcome to the world of dress code, dipshit,” Church said. His arms were crossed against his chest, and his socks were pulled up mid-calf. Those socks drove Wash crazy. Almost as crazy as the stupid soulmate marks.

“Like, why aren’t they allowed to be shown anyways?” He muttered. He picked up a tube that read “BB Cream” in a large font on the front. He held it up to the light, confused.

“You know very well why. People wanted to have their own option of free choice who they got with, not to have it pushed on them by some gods or whatever. Just follow the rules, it’s not like it would kill you,” Church said. Wash sighed. He unscrewed the lid of the cream, pushing a little out onto his wrist.

“Do you just like, spread it around?” Wash questioned, moving the cream liquid around with his other hand.

“What are you asking me for?” Church said. “You should ask your sister. Or mine. No promises she’d answer, though.” Wash rubbed his skin, watching the color of his mark fade.

Washington’s soulmate mark was, unfortunately, a very dark color. It was something of a dark blue-green (teal?) ink, carved into a two-pronged key. It almost looked like a sword. It wasn’t going away.

“I think I’m going to have to ask someone else about this,” he grumbled. “This stuff doesn’t even cover up my freckles.” He was holding his wrist away from Church, making so that he couldn't see it. Church was politely (for once,) diverting his vision.

“Why don’t you ask CT, maybe she’ll know,” Church suggested, leaning back against the nearest wall.

“Nah, Connie’s mark is right behind her ear. She keeps half her head shaved and everything just so people can see it. You know how Connie is,” Wash said.

“She’s your sister, Wash. Cut her some slack.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said. He looked up at the analog clock on Church’s wall. “I should probably get going anyway. Dad’ll kill me if I’m home late.”

“Trust me Wash, your dad is lax. Mess with mine and he’d cut you, I promise,” Church said. “See you tomorrow, asshat.”

“Yeah, yeah. Bye, Church.” And he went home uneventfully. That’s how Wash’s life typically was- uneventful.

The second time he found himself in that position was three years later. But that’s beside the point.

Wash was sixteen now, and he had gotten the whole makeup thing down. Add a little pink for color correction, work in the concealer he bought at CVS specifically for covering up soulmate marks, blending with a blending brush. It helped that the weird boy who always wore pink t-shirts was willing to point out when his blending was flawed, even if he was a bit annoying. But sure. Wash was finally feeling the level of comfort required to go outside in tank tops and sleeveless shirts. About time, too, considering Summer was finally approaching.

He was wearing something of a gray and yellow tank-top, cargo shorts down to his knees. When he stepped outside and felt the breeze on his shoulders it was like he was an entirely new person.

The funny thing about soulmate marks was that they didn’t have to be in the same place as your soulmate’s. So long as you had that same pattern on your skin, the world knew that the two of you were destined to be. Or at least, it did before the people decided to start hiding them.

Little did Wash know how much that would be affecting him.

“Hey, asshole!” Someone called. Wash raised an eyebrow. Who-

Lavernius Tucker was sitting at the end of his driveway, riding some stupid teal and black bicycle that Wash knew he definitely stole. He had that same cocky grin on that he always did, and his thick dreadlocks were tumbling down his shoulders.

“You’re not wearing a helmet,” Wash pointed out, taking couple steps towards Tucker. The two of them weren’t really friends, per se, but they had something figured out. Whatever it may be.

“And you’re not wearing a jacket! Whoa! I’ve never seen those shoulders! What is this, some parallel universe?” Tucker joked.

“Shut up. I just felt like enjoying the weather today, that is all,” Wash deadpanned. “Why are you even here, Tucker?”

“Just felt like stopping by. Besides, I got this sick ride here,” Tucker said, gesturing to the bicycle. “I traded some kid some Pokemon cards and my old bike for it. Sucker doesn’t even know he got robbed.”

“I figured,” Wash said.

“Hey though, we could head down to the park and shoot some hoops or something. I know you have a ball in your garage, I’ve borrowed it before.”

“You did what.” “Come on, Wash, let’s go! It’ll be fun,” Tucker said with a dramatic wink. Wash rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Fine. Let me get my bike, I’ll meet you there.”

It was about twenty minutes before the two of them made it to the park, Tucker and Wash’s bikes tossed to the side with Wash’s helmet. They were sitting on the bench by the basketball court, Wash idly passing the ball between his two hands. They were quiet before Tucker spoke up.

“Hey, man. I’ve been thinking.”

“You? Thinking? That’s new,” Wash said. Tucker sent him a disgruntled look.

“Shut up. Just… Nevermind. Forget I said anything,” Tucker muttered, standing up. “Let’s just shoot some ball, okay?”

Wash raised an eyebrow. “Are you… alright, Tucker?”

“Just shoot the fucking ball, Wash,” Tucker said. Wash stood up after him, following quietly. He contemplated letting Tucker win out of pity, but decided against it. Tucker wasn’t the kind of guy to like that.

With this detailed makeup and long shirt strategy, Wash was finally starting to feel like he wasn’t that much of an outcast. People didn’t look at him funny when they saw his arms, and no one would question why he was being “indecent” or whatever. He was just Wash. And sometimes, that was all he wanted to be known for.

A year later and he was back at Church’s house. This time, though, he wasn’t there to talk makeup. He was on a date.

This was a first for Washington. He didn’t do crushes, didn’t do feelings, really. He grew up with most of his friends female��and never was attracted to any of them. He just didn’t question that and figured he would when he was older. Guys dated girls. That’s how things worked.

And then he took a moment to get to know Church- to really get to know Church.

They guy wasn’t all too charming. Wasn’t all too handsome, either. But he had a jarring smile and light green eyes and was just funny enough to make Wash laugh. He was an asshole, but Wash figured that, well, so was he. And when the guy asked him to maybe grab a coffee sometime… Okay. Maybe Wash wasn’t 100% sure it was a date. But after talking to Connie and Carolina for all of ten seconds, he was smart enough to figure out it was. And he’d already said yes. What could go wrong?

So many things could go wrong.

“What do I wear. I don’t know what to wear,” he said, his closet open and half of its contents spilled out on his bed. “Tucker, this is important.”

Tucker, however, was in the middle of laughing his ass off. “Dude, you sound like a chick from a nineties movie, oh my god,” he coughed out between chuckles. Wash, though, was not laughing.

“What if he doesn’t like me. What if this isn’t meant to be a date. I’m overthinking things, Tucker, I need your help.” There was genuine concern in Wash’s voice that didn’t go undetected, but Tucker simply didn’t care.

“Just wear a damn t-shirt with a flannel or something, you’ll look fine,” Tucker said. “I know your weird fear of showing your arms to strangers.”

“Lavernius, I could really do without your teasing right now,” Wash said.

“Ooh, pulling the first name card. Low blow. Guess this means you're serious, right?” Tucker said. He straightened up then, looking at Wash with his head cocked to the side. “Just be yourself, Wash. Whoever this nameless guy is, he’d have to be stupid not to love you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tucker,” Wash had stuttered out, but he did take a careful effort to pull out the t-shirt and gray flannel Tucker was talking about. He trusted his word.

So that's how he found himself on Churchs front porch, nervously tugging down his sleeves. “It will be alright,” he thought to himself. “He’ll see your mark and hate you and it will never be alright,” he also thought to himself. Wash needed to put some serious consideration into just stopping thinking altogether, at this point.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn't Church who opened the door. In front of him was a huge, hulking man with graying hair and glasses, staring down at him intimidatingly.

“Uh, hello sir, may I please see Leonard?” He asked, twiddling his fingers anxiously.

“You're speaking to him,” the man said, narrowing his eyes at Wash. Uh-oh. This was a test.

“Hey, dad, it’s fine, lay off the guy.” Wash felt his shoulders relax. Test avoided. That was definitely Church’s voice. “He’s sweet.”

“Is this something I could be concerned about?” His father said, turning from Wash to face Church. Wash heaved a sigh of relief.

“Nah dad, nothing to worry about. I'll be home by seven. See ya!” Church pushed himself in front of his dad’s huge form, a grin bubbling on his lips. He shut the door behind him, turning to smile at Wash. “So. The famous David Washington.”

“Well, I wouldn't say famous,” Wash said, but it was useless to deny the faint blush dusting his cheeks. Stupid pale skin, always giving away stupid feelings...

Church himself had also opted for casual attire, Wash noticed, and gave himself an opportunity to breathe. He also had on these really tall, really obnoxious light blue Nike socks, but hey. Church still looked kind of cute, in an endearing way.

“We’re headed to this one coffee shop I know, right on the corner of sixth street,” Church said. He didn't have keys in his hand, and had already started down the sidewalk. “I figured we could walk, if that was okay with you.”

“Of course, I love walking,” Wash said. The second he said it, though, he cringed a little internally. No shit he liked walking. Who the fuck doesn't enjoy general walking.

“Yeah, me too. Especially during Fall. The world’s prettier this time of year. I mean, humans are definitely killing our planet, but hey. Pretty leaves, amirite?” Church said. He was looking around, his head tilted to the sky. When Wash looked at him in this light, he had to admit he was kind of handsome. “I mean, humans are kind of asshats, but at least we invented coffee. We fuckin’ need coffee.”

Wash laughed at that. “Want me to be honest? I’ve never had coffee in my life.” Church stopped where he was walking, staring at Wash with his jaw hanging open.

“No way.”

“Way.”

“Well,” Church said, resuming walking, “I’m about to blow your mind.”

“This better be good,” Wash said with a smile. But before he knew it, he felt a hand brushing against his. He gave a quick glance at Church. The guy was looking anywhere but his eyes, pulling a face like he might start casually whistling. Wash smiled. He laced their fingers together. “What’s your favorite drink?” He said, going back to a comfortable topic.

Church chuckled nervously, looking down at his and Wash’s hands. “I-” He stopped though, his breath audibly hitching.

“What’s wrong?” Wash said. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s just… your wrist,” Church said. In taking Church’s hand Wash had exposed the bare skin on his wrist. He hadn’t covered it, thinking that the flannel would stay down. Church had his head cocked, staring at it. For the second time they stopped walking, standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

Wash felt himself go pale. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I’ll cover it up if you want me to, I wasn’t expecting it to show-”

“No, it’s fine, I just-” Church said. He let go of Wash’s hand. He paused a second, thinking, before crouching down on his knees. Wash raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“You okay there, buddy?”

“Yeah, yeah, just. Look,” Church said. Slowly, carefully, he pulled down one of those obnoxious Nike socks, revealing his pale skin underneath. There, on his left ankle, was a gray and yellow two-pronged key. Wash’s eyes widened.

“So,” Wash said, bewildered. This means we’re-”

“Right. Yeah,” Church said, the same tone in his voice.

“I… I think I should go now,” Wash said, taking a step back. “I really need to leave.”

“Wait, Wash, We could-” Church said, standing up. But Wash was already on his way back, walking quickly back to his car. He needed to go.

Church stood there, one sock down and mouth hanging open, watching Washington until he was gone.

Tucker couldn’t stop laughing when he heard the story.

“So wait. Wait. You’re telling me he had the same mark as you and you just ran? You fucking dork!” Tucker said. He was once again sitting against Wash’s bed, sprawled out on the floor.

“I didn’t know what to do and I panicked,” Wash said. He, alternatively, was face down in his pillows.

“What even was the guy’s name, anyway?” Tucker said, looking up at Wash.

“Doesn’t matter,” Wash said, his voice muffled.

“Was it Prince Charming? Because you’re definitely Cinderella,” Tucker said, erupting into another series of laughs.

“He was my soulmate. I know we’re not supposed to share those but I got scared and now I’ll never get that chance again,” Wash said, rolling over to face the ceiling. “Life has become meaningless.”

“Hey man, don’t give up so quick. I mean, you’ve still got me,” Tucker said, standing up from the floor. “Or I mean, most of the time. I’m gonna go get some pizza. Wanna come with?”

Wash moaned, but turned to face Tucker anyways. “Only if you’re paying.”

Flash forward another year and Washington was bedridden. Which like, was very uncomfortable. Wash was the type of person who never wanted to sleep, nevertheless stay in bed all day. He was recovering from surgery. It was nothing too serious- he’d had his wisdom teeth removed last week. He was allergic to the medicine or something, and it was causing him to feel like hell. So much that he’d been out of school for days, and boredom was going to be the death of him. He was sick of sitting there, and if he played another round of Halo he might explode. Wash was sitting up straight in bed, eyes wide, and-- heaven forbid-- actually missing being in school.

Thank god that at three o’clock that day, his bedroom door was slammed open.

“Wash! Wash, hey, I totally just got a date!” Tucker said. He shut the door behind him, a giant grin splitting his face.

“What?” Wash said. He words were still a little muted, his face swollen.

“No okay, so like, we were walking to class and you know how all the leaves are changing color, right? Well, I made some comment about it and he told me that-”

“Wait, wait. He?” Wash said. “You too?”

“What? Man, I don’t even fucking know. If someone’s hot, they’re hot, parts be damned,” Tucker said. Wash shrugged. He didn’t expect that from the guy, but sure. Not like Wash could judge. “Anyway. We’re going to this park down by sixth street on Friday. Wish me luck, friend.”

“Friend?” Wash said, his cheeks burning from speaking.

“Dude. It’s been years. If anything, you’re my best friend. Figured you’d guess that by now,” Tucker said. “Figured you’d guess a lot of things by now.” Tucker’s eyes went down then, his smile falling from his face. “Anyway. I’ll see you soon, man.” He shut the door as he left. Washinton was left feeling very, very confused.

Tucker was back on Saturday, of course, there to report the news. Wash was still sitting in bed. His mouth was to a point where he could talk again, but he’d still get dizzy every time he stood. Even making his way to the bathroom was a struggle.

Tucker opened his bedroom door slower this time. He sat down in a chair by Wash’s bed. In all of this space, he hadn’t said a word. For Tucker, this was very bizarre.

“So?” Wash said, looking his friend (?) up and down. “How did it go?”

“Well. In fifteen minutes, he saw my mark, showed me his, started crying and we kissed. So it was an adventure,” Tucker said. Wash sat up a little more, raising an eyebrow. Tucker sounded very… tired. Washington was interested.

“So like, he had a little picnic basket with a red and white checkered cloth- something exactly like you’d see in a movie. And I have my mark on my neck, right? I was pulling my hair up and he got a view of it, I guess, and totally freaked out. So he showed my his. Makes sense, right? Well, it’s the same one,” Tucker said.

“Oh. Really?” Wash said. For some reson, the idea of Tucker seeing somebody, somebody who was his soulmate. It made Wash uncomfortable.

“But there’s more. So apparently the guy had already met someone with the same mark as his before, but it didn’t work out or whatever? And he asked me how that would work, how we’d both have the same ones. So I mean, I told him the other guy was probably dead and he started crying. Guess they went to the same school and he didn’t see the guy in over a week, I don’t know. Guess it all made sense. But you know how I get when people start crying, I don’t do emotions. So I just sort of… patted him on the back and stuff. He stopped and hugged me, and we ate some sandwiches. From there it was actually kind of good. We played some basketball. I think he let me beat him,” Tucker said. “And then we kissed. He was really good. Like, best kiss I’ve ever had. It was pretty good overall,” Tucker said.

“Then why do you seem so, like, sad about it?” Wash said. Tucker paused, looking up at him. “I mean, you’re moping around and pouting and stuff, but you’re telling me you went on this awesome date. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Yeah, I’m okay. I just figured my soulmate would be… someone else, you know?” Tucker was fiddling with his hands. He looked so small all of a sudden. “I don’t know. Hope you feel better soon, Wash. I’ll see you around.” Tucker stood to go.

“Tucker, wait,” Wash said. He paused then, looking back over to Wash. “Stay a while. We could put on a movie. I heard there’s a new comedy on HBO or something.” Tucker smiled at Wash, looking him up and down.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay.”

About a week later and Wash could finally walk again. And with this ability, where did he go? To a park? On a hike? To school? No, of course not. He went to a damned coffeeshop.

He was sitting at this table that was too far off the ground with a steaming hot cup of coffee in his hands. His back was to the door, and he was waiting for someone. Two someones, actually.

Tucker had decided that Wash needed to meet this mystery boy of his. Wash was a little reluctant, especially when the two of them had been out on like, two dates, but he figured he’d play the “scary dad friend” card if he needed to. Hell, it’s not like Tucker had a dad to do that. That left it Wash’s responsibility.

He took a sip of the coffee. As a person who’d never tried it before it was kind of weird, but. Wash smiled to himself. It was just coffee, black. He kind of liked it.

He heard someone ordering at the counter behind him and purposely didn’t turn to look. He wanted to appear stern and strict from this first impression. He was going to remain calm. He would be smooth.

“Wash, hey!” Tucker said, sliding into the seat across from him. Wash looked up to see his date.

With that he dropped his coffee, brown water spilling all over the table.

So much for smooth.

“W- David. You’re alive,” were the first words out of the guy’s mouth.

“What the- Church?” Wash asked. Tucker looked between the two of them, pausing.

“Right,” he said. “Well. I’m gonna go get some napkins. You guys talk.” He got up and left. Church stared quietly at Wash, eyes scrunched.

“How is this happening?” Church said. Wash shrugged, his eyebrows so high they were practically in his hairline.

“Why are you telling my best friend that you have the same mark as him? Why did you tell me that? Is this a trick you pull? Do you do this on all of your dates?” Washington asked.

“I- wh- No! I promise that’s the only mark I have!”

“The two-pronged key,” Wash finished for him.

“Right, on my ankle! And Tucker has the one on his neck and you have the one on your wrist and they’re the same damn thing!” Church said. “And it’s not like everybody secretly has the same mark, I’ve seen another guy’s before and his was like, a fucking donut or something! I don’t know!”

Right about then is when Tucker came back with the napkins. He looked between the two of them as he pressed them down into the table. “So. You guys know each other?”

“Tucker. Show me your mark,” Wash said.

“What?”

“Show me. Your mark.” Tucker looked nervously to Church, who nodded. Tucker shrugged, pulling his dreads into a high ponytail. There it was. A light blue mark, the same color of Church’s damn socks. Washington’s mouth dropped.

“I told you I wasn’t kidding,” Church said.

“Tucker. I-” Wash started, pulling up his sleeve. Tucker’s eyes widened immediately.

“Holy shit. I mean, just. Holy shit!” Tucker said. He pulled Wash into a hug then, right in the middle of the coffeeshop. He pulled away abruptly though, looking to Church. “Wait a second. So does this mean-”

“The three of us are soulmates?” Church finished, looking up at Wash. It was almost as if he wanted a conformation, proof he wasn’t crazy.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I guess so.”

It wasn’t too hard for him to believe. It was a little weird that he was soulmates with Tucker, but thinking back on it… no, it really wasn’t. And to finally have Church back, to make up for that mistake he made over a year ago. It all made sense.

“Wait,” Tucker started. “Does this mean I could get to kiss you-” he pointed to Church “and you-” to Wash “whenever I want? Like, is this a thing?”

“Whoa, slow down,” Wash said. He paused, though. “Maybe someday. I mean. Church, would that be okay with you?”

“Dude this is literally a dream come true,” Church laughed.

And it was, for the most part. The three of them bickered on and off, more than any normal couple. And sharing a bed got a little uncomfortable, once they were older. Explaining this whole thing to their parents was a little weird, too, especially with the world’s overall take on soulmates. But if Church was honest… If Wash was honest… If Tucker was honest…

They were happy.

Even if they were the worst soulmates ever. Of all time.

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