Part 2 is here (and queer ;)
Next will be Canolan! If that’s what it’s called… ^^“
-Rich is aggressively bisexual
-After he gets rid of the squip, he takes initiative and re-dyes his red streak purple
-In fact, if he’s not wearing some form of blue, pink or purple on him at all times he considers it a felony
-Pride to him is the best reason to dress like that from head to toe
-He and Michael go way out when it comes to expressing themselves
-Their boyfriends are,,, a little more hesitant
-Jeremy occasionally wears a bisexual button
-As well as a ‘I’m Heere & Queer’ shirt Rich and Michael helped make for him
-Jake hasn’t found a label yet that feels right for him
-He’s dating Rich, sure, and damn if he doesn’t love him to the moon and back
-But he’s never been into any other guy before?
-And he still thinks girls are pretty great?
-And although he loves Rich he’s not sure if he could do anything in bed with him??
-And although he likes girls he’s not sure if he could be with them /out/ of bed???
-It’s an ongoing journey for him
-And he doesn’t want to buy any merch or slap a label onto himself before he’s 100% sure who he is
-So he spends most of his time at Pride just wandering around, talking to people, and getting hit on
-Y'know, because he’s too hot
-Rich gets really jealous whenever this happens
-He’s decided that the only solution is to wrap his arm around Jake at random intervals
-Jake thinks its adorable
-Like, he’ll just be talking to someone, and bam! Suddenly a hand with purple-blue-pink nails is around his waist
-Rich is shit at painting his nails
-He usually has Chloe do it for him
-If Chloe can’t, he calls Michael
-Michael is a good go-to considering that he has a lot of bi-oriented clothing that he buys each year for Jeremy ‘just in case’
-Rich borrows it all the time
-(And rarely gives it back)
-Jake thinks he looks really nice in it
-Well, the actual word he uses is 'dapper’, but Rich has learned to decipher his grandpa-like speech
-Jake drives them all to Pride
-He has the biggest car and is the mom friend™
-He’s also the one found more often than not helping Rich get glitter out of his hair after the parade
- 'I told you not to stand so near to the glitter-throwers, dude.’
-Once Rich falls asleep in Jake’s car on the way home
-Jake doesn’t have the heart to move him
-Rich sleeps very little
-And when he does, he has nightmares
-Seeing him curled up in the backseat, peaceful and snoring, is too rare an event to wreck
-So Jake just goes to his house, takes some pillows and blankets, goes back to the car and sleeps with him there
-It’s the best night of sleep he’s ever had
“Winn & Sanvers preparing for Pride Parade, Winn getting his nails painted with the Bi-flag colors as a coming out to his friends. (His crush on Superman has no hetero explanation to me)” from @draconicdivinity
He paces outside of Alex’s apartment for nearly ten whole minutes.
He paces and he breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, his cheeks puffing up with the effort to calm himself.
“She’s your best friend. She’s your best friend, and he’s your best friend, and they love you and they don’t care that Alex and Maggie are gay, they love them both, and they’ll love you.”
But the thought of Kara and James only makes his heart race harder, scarier.
He tries a different tactic.
“They’re lesbians,” he mutters. “Alex and Maggie lesbians, they lesbian together, they invited you to get ready for Pride with them, they love you, and they’re lesbians, for god sake, of course they’re not going to care that you’re bi.”
But he paces, still, because in one of the homes he was in as a kid, well… being bi was one of the main reasons he got shifted around so much.
They’d wanted to know why he couldn’t just pick one. Even the gay kids. Sometimes, especially the gay kids.
Even in college, it had happened.
Even in college, he’d gotten raised eyebrows and skeptical sound effects.
He’d stopped telling people, because what was the point, really?
If no one would believe him, either way.
So he paces, his hand tight around a plastic bag he’d picked up with a hammering heart and sweaty brow at the pharmacy.
Because he’s been to another planet, and he’s the tech support for not one, but two, superheroes, but coming out?
God, coming out is so much scarier.
So he paces.
He paces until Alex wrenches open the door and gives him a partly concerned, partly annoyed look.
“Dude, Kara says you’ve been pacing out there for ages. You okay?”
“Where… where is Kara?”
“Showering,” Alex shrugs, tugging him inside.
Tugging him inside to where he’s greeted by James – in a tight black t-shirt with Tolerance is Not Enough emblazoned in rainbow print across the front – and Kara’s yell of greeting from the bathroom and a half-dressed Maggie, rainbow belt on denim shorts, barely buttoning up a short-sleeved flannel.
“Ooh, look at my favorite pool shark, looking all sexy!” he grins, and Maggie shoves him gently before pulling him into a hug.
“Not wearing anything special for Pride, Schott?” Alex asks, that concerned look still in her eyes.
“Actually, I um…” He fidgets with the pharmacy bag he’s carrying. “I thought maybe – oh, hey Kara.”
Kara’s hair is soaked and her skin is still dripping slightly, towel draped around her body. Winn and James both carefully look anywhere but her.
“It’s Pride! Give me one second to put clothes on, and I’ll – “ She speeds her way into her outfit, scattering Maggie’s case files and Alex’s medical journals with the rush of wind she creates.
“What’s wrong?” she mirrors her sister’s concern, stepping closer to Winn at more human-like speed.
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong, I just thought… I bought these.”
He spills the three small bottles of nail polish he’d picked up from the pharmacy from the bag. They clatter slightly onto the counter, and Maggie gets it first.
Her eyes find his over the bottles of pink, lavender, and blue nail polish, and she recognizes the tears she sees there. The terror.
She smiles softly and she nods almost imperceptibly, because she knows this feeling, and she knows, better than he does at the moment, that his sisters and his brother will love him all the more for it.
She certainly does.
“I thought maybe someone could paint my nails. For Pride. For me.”
“Cool man, uh – Kara, are you any good at that? I don’t imagine Alex would be – “
“Put a lid in it, Olsen, I can hit a moving target at – “
“Yeah yeah, but can you paint nails with precision, though?”
“They’re bi colors, Winn! Did you know that? Is that why you got – oh. Oh. Oh. Winn!” Kara stammers, and Winn’s stomach twists.
James and Alex stop their playful bickering, faces suddenly sober. Eyes suddenly locked onto Winn’s face.
“Winn?” Alex asks, her voice full of empathy and support and something that sounds an awful lot like deep, powerful respect.
“I just thought someone could paint my nails with the bi flag colors. For Pride,” he splutters, his face bright red. “Because that’s me. I’m bi.”
He forces himself to look at each of his friends – each of his siblings – in turn.
Kara’s eyes, bright and proud and teary, with a dash of recognition so strong he thinks that maybe, just maybe, she’ll want to paint her nails with the bi flag colors, too.
James’s eyes, dawning comprehension and full-throated acceptance and deep, deep pride in his best friend. His brother.
Alex’s eyes, glistening under the glitter her sister had put on her face, knowing that feeling so damn well.
Maggie’s eyes, soft and earnest and excited for him.
“So there are three colors and four of us,” Kara starts, a huge smile beginning to form on her face as James steps forward to crush Winn in a hug. “Maggie, Alex, maybe you guys can share lavender? I’ll get blue, and James, you wanna do pink? We can all paint your nails together, Winn.”
His chest wracks with a sob and he darts forward to pull Kara into the hug with James, laughing and crying at the same time.
Alex joins at Kara’s urging, and Maggie hesitates, but Winn reaches to pull her in, too.
When they settle – when Winn’s tears are reduced to mere sniffles and he thinks his ribcage might not be able to tolerate being hugged by so many superheroes at once for much longer – he puts out his hands and spreads out his fingers.
Maggie opens the windows and blasts queer summer jams for the world to hear, and all Winn hears is the laughter and the love and the happiness of his friends as they take turns transforming his fingernails, one color at a time, into signs of his own laughter, his own love, his own happiness.
Y/N sat in the minivan, her eyes steadied
on her lap. Her hands were touching the pale blue dress that she wore, in
honor of the wedding.
“Y/N, are you
okay?” Scarlett asked her, her green eyes soft. Y/N smiled at her concern,
even if they haven’t seen each other for nearly a decade. “I know you’re upset
about not getting invited, but I’m sure it was Jenny’s fault. I heard
from somewhere that she erased your name from the list of people she invited.
Certainly, if he could have the chance, he would invite you first. You were his best friend, after all.”
Y/N nodded slowly,
ignoring the looks she was getting from Scarlett.
“We’re here. I think the
others are inside getting dressed. Sebastian will meet us at the entrance.” Anthony said from the driver’s seat, parking the minivan in the church parking lot.
“Y/N, stop it with the long face. It’s not like we can tell Chris he can’t
marry her.” Anthony said bluntly.
“I—I know.” Y/N said, her voice cracking at the end. Scarlett and Anthony’s gazes on her softened.
She shook her head as she started getting intimidated by their staring. “Let’s
just get inside, yeah?”
Both of her friends
nodded and they stepped out of the minivan, Y/N following in suite. Her
flats hit the pavement almost with no sound and she smiled bittersweetly at the
sight of the roses decorated outside of the church.
She watched as Scarlett and Anthony made their way to the church, and she followed behind quietly. She
stepped onto the marble stairs and were ushered in by the duo, who followed her
inside the decorated hall.
“Names?” the man
standing at a desk asked them.
“Anthony Mackie.” Anthony said, his eyes darting to Y/N. “Scarlett Johansson, and uh, Y/N Y/L/N.” he finished, and Y/N could tell by the man’s expression that she
wasn’t on the list of guests.
“Um, sir, I don’t see
anyone by the name of Y/N Y/L/N on the list.” He looked at the other
two. “You both can go inside now—“
Y/N jumped at the all-too familiar voice of Chris, who walked into the
church entrance. His eyes widened when he saw Y/N with them. “Y/N?
Y-you came! I’m so glad you could come!” He made his way past the guard,
grabbing her by the wrist and bringing her to his chest, hugging her tightly.
Y/N was surprised,
considering the last time she saw the boy, the circumstances hadn’t been
brilliant. But nonetheless, she hugged him back, a ghost smile on her face.
“I—but the problem
is,” she began after pulling away from Chris’s hug. “I—I never actually got
invited …” she said awkwardly. Chris blinked for a second before turning
the man behind him, who gulped in fear.
“Add Y/N Y/L/N to the guest list, please.”
Y/N smiled; she
glad to see Chris hadn’t changed his gentlemanly ways, even with a selfish
“Excuse me, but where
are the mints?” Y/N turned around to see a lady in a blue pantsuit ask
her, her nose turned up in disgust. “You aren’t supposed to be in here, you’re
supposed to be in the back. I should tell Jenny to fire you.”
“Mrs. Slate!” Chris jumped at the woman, while Y/N stood there, flustered, red, and confused.
“This is my friend, Y/N. She—she’s not one of the caterers.” he cleared up,
the lady narrowing her eyes at her.
She was supposed to
be Chris’s mother-in-law?
“Oh,” she murmured.
“You just seemed to look like you wore a cheap uniform, so I assumed as much.”
she said bitterly, causing Y/N to look down to her feet in embarrassment.
The woman walked past them, not bothering to check in, towards the back of the
Y/N ignored Scarlett and Anthony’s eyes that were looking at her nervously, as Chris cleared his
throat in an attempt to settle the awkwardness.
“A-anyways, let me
show you around! Sebastian should be upstairs getting ready, and I’m sure he’d be
happy to see you all!” Chris said cheerfully.
Y/N stepped into
line behind Scarlett and Anthony, following Chris through the pews to the stairs
where Sebastian stood at the top, his eyes cast to the mirror in front of him. He
gave a smile to Y/N when he noticed her appearance, glad to see her get into
the wedding without too much trouble.
“Hey, you guys.” He greeted, giving his two friends a great friendship hug before giving
Y/N a personalized hug of her own. As she went to pull away, he asked her,
“You okay?” She nodded.
“Uh, Scarlett, Anthony want to come over and see some … cool stuff?” Chris said awkwardly, but was
able to convince his two friends and they left the room, leaving Sebastian and Y/N alone.
“He shouldn’t be
marrying her.” Sebastian said, sighing as he sat down on the red leather couch. “You
should be the one he’s marrying. He doesn’t love her. I know it. If you
would say something—“
“UGH! Christine! You ruined my nail polish!”
The two jumped in
surprise when the shrilly voice of Chris’s bride was heard from the other room.
One of the bridesmaids was apologizing profusely, but Jenny was having none
“Since you ruined my nail polish, I’ll ruin your whole look with nail
Multiple gasps erupted
from the room and two things dropped to the floor, to what Y/N could assume
were nail polish bottles. Soon enough, the door of the room opened and
Christine was running away with sobs escaping her mouth. She could only imagine
that Jenny spilled hot pink and baby blue nail polish not only on her dress
but literally on her hair and makeup.
She turned back to
Sebastian, who now had an expression that said see-what-I-mean?
“Sebastian, don’t say that.” she said, stubbornly ignoring the thoughts of Chris getting on one knee with a ring in his hand, asking for her hand of marriage.
“He—he must love her … why else would he marry her? It won’t make sense,
then.” she trailed off, her head turning away from him.
“He still loves you
even though he has been with Jenny for a long time.” Sebastian stated. “Admit
it, you still love him, and you’re afraid to face your feelings.” His voice was
stern, and Y/N tensed up, turning her head back to him. “If you don’t say
something, you’ll ruin his whole life.”
“I don’t want to ruin
their wedding, Sebastian.” Y/N growled, growing angry. Sebastian scoffed and smirked.
He stood up and leaned down to her ear. “Trust me,” he whispered. “This isn’t
the wedding Chris needs to be in.”
Y/N sat in the pew quietly. Small flower girls tossed an assortment of several flowers.
After a few minutes of the little girls prancing around the aisle, tossing
enough flower petals to make any allergic person sneeze a couple times, the
wedding music began to play.
the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle, Anthony was, unfortunately,
missing a partner. Y/N looked away from them, feeling grief for Christine.
She looked at Chris on the altar, who nervously tapped his thigh. Their eyes
met for a moment, but Y/N looked away quickly to prevent herself from
bursting into tears. She’d ruin Jenny’s big day if she looked at him, even
if she was already ruining her life from the start.
bridesmaids and groomsmen stopped across from Sebastian, the bridesmaids eyeing the
boy who seemed uninterested in them. Soon all the eyes were on the bride, who looked
like a big cotton ball beside her small father. Y/N figured she got all her
traits from her mother.
Jenny side-eyed Y/N, hatred burning brightly in her eyes. She watched her smile
turn into a nasty look for a moment. Y/N could only look away in
embarrassment, losing against their little contest at who was better at being
eyes met Chris’s again as Jenny took her place next to him. The bridesmaids
and groomsmen had to shuffle around to let her gigantic dress through. His eyes
twinkled at her for a moment before he turned to the young woman next to him,
smiling an obviously fake smile.
Y/N could only look down to her hands. You were not about to ruin her big day.
Y/N stared at the couple as they began to
exchange vows, Chris going first.
love every,” he paused, glancing at Y/N, but he went unnoticed. “E-every
quality that my lovely bride-to-be has. All of her, uh,” he paused again and
glanced at his shoes. Y/N’s eyes locked with Sebastian’s. He was looking at her
as if he wants her to stand up and stop the whole wedding.
shook her head and forced her head down.
wouldn’t ruin their wedding.
of her flaws,” Chris gulped, sweating under all the gazes on him.
“They’re—they’re not even flaws, to me …” He continued to talk in a shaky
manner, and Y/N watched his bride’s expression grow angrier every time he
paused, the same time Y/N grew even more upset about the entire situation.
couldn’t ruin their wedding.
if the bride is ruining her life.
listened to Jenny say her own vows, quickly and every now and then she’d
give Chris’s triceps a squeeze, causing his smile to fall a little more every
truly looked unhappy.
wouldn’t. She couldn’t.
the preacher began to say vows, Chris gulping every time he responded, tugging at
the collar of the white dress shirt he wore. Jenny only held and squeezed his arm,
clearly trying to calm him down and make him look good on their special day. Her special day.
Y/N knew that he hated it when someone squeezes his arms; he always preferred hugs.
She felt terrible for even coming to this wedding, because she just had to do
for Scarlett, Anthony, Sebastian, or anyone else.
we have any objections to these two getting married?” the preacher asked.
Y/N locked eyes with Sebastian and she gulped nervously. She stood up slowly,
object to this marriage.”
Y/N looked at Chris who seemed almost … relieved.
object to this marriage, because—because I know Chris wouldn’t marry a woman
like Jenny, who only likes him because of his popularity and wealth.” she
said, now feeling the courage she needed bubble inside of her. “Chris is a—a
sweet, loving, wonderful guy. A woman like Jenny doesn’t deserve someone as
amazing as him.”
Y/N took a deep breath. “I-I had a chance to be with him, but I wasted it away. I
want another chance, Chris.” she croaked out. “You aren’t truly happy with her,
are you?” she said, her voice strained at the end. Chris took his arm off of Jenny’s,
who now stood alone on the altar, mortified and furious.
Y/N could see the smile on Sebastian’s face as Chris walked down the aisle, his face a
mixture of happiness, relief, and pain. She didn’t have to wait for him to make
the next move, she just hugged him. She felt him cry to her shoulder.
ruined my wedding!” Jenny shrieked, racing towards the two, but was quickly
stopped by Sebastian, who glowered menacingly at her.
I worthy of a second chance?” Y/N asked, who was now starting to cry. Chris nodded, and she hugged him tighter, burying her face on the crook of his neck.
“You spoke up for me, Y/N. Why wouldn’t I give you a second chance?”
Y/N shouldn’t have ruined their wedding, but Jenny would’ve ruined Chris’s life.