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"You know, I've never really question that part of myself."

Omg a muse of mine that's straight, everyone be shocked xD But yes, Kimiko is straight, and an ally 100% uwu

Doesn't mean she hasn't had at least one crush on another girl though uwu

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"I used to have a crush on Keiko, least, I felt like it was a crush - I never told her though."

LOOK! with how obsessed Kimiko is with Keiko, I don't think it's too far fetched to think Kimiko may've had some deeper feelings with her best friend. However, I will say, Kimiko couldn't really pin point if it was a true romantic crush, or just a deep bond.

As said though, Kimiko never told Keiko how she felt; not because she feared Keiko would react negatively, it was more she was scared if they did get together but then broke up, she'd lose her best friend, and until Kimiko want to the temple, she didn't have a lot of close friends like Keiko.

So she kept it to herself, which yes, made it hit even harder when Keiko started drifting apart from her - because Kimiko was scared of losing her best friend and it happened anyway.

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"I don't think I'm bisexual or anything, because I've never felt the same way about any other girl since then."

Saying that, Kimiko isn't bisexual, or anywhere within the LGBT community. Keiko pretty much was the only other girl Kimiko had a form of crush on.

She can acknowledge other girls as pretty of course; she thought Dyris is pretty, she got along with Jesse and laughed about Jack being Jack, and even Kimiko can acknowledge Ashley is pretty as well.

But she doesn't have a crush on any of them; she's straight, not blind, she knows good looking people when she see's them xD

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"I'll always support my friends and family though, no matter what; I may not be in the community, but I'll always be there for anyone apart of it."

Much like Raimundo, she's an ally, and she's a very supportive one at that. I saw it in a post, can't remember the exact posting, but it's how a ally is like the pole that holds up the lgbt flag cause it supports them?

That's Kimiko ;3; she has no ill will or hatred towards anyone in the community, because well, love is love ;3;

It's because of that, Clay's betrayal hits her pretty hard too. They had little venting sessions together; moments where they talked together in public, shared all their secrets, and Clay still felt like he couldn't trust her enough to open up about that part of him, despite the fact he should KNOW she would support him.

So she's betrayed in that sense, because she trusted him with so much and he didn't do it back :(

Anyway, ignoring that, yes, she is an ally through and through and always will be ;3;

Also I have no idea where else to put this but you know she reads/writes fanfic about her favourite yaoi ships xD I dunno if that makes her more or less of an ally, but she's here for it xD

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"You know...now that I think about it, I've never actually been to a pride parade."

She just never got the chance to go really.

Course she's heard of them, and has seen photos, but she's just never really found the opportunity to attend one herself.

I feel like after the whole thing with Clay, and Jack settles down, she makes sure to attend a parade. Sure, Clay and Jack break off from the group and do their own thing by this point, but Kimiko likes to think by showing up, it helps sort of prove to Clay that they do have support at the temple ;3;

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Rain still tapped against the windows, the storm continuing. It had started suddenly a couple of days ago, and refused to leave. It wasn't all bad; the rain cooled down the air, and cancelled Guans all day training nonsense. Of course, he had wanted to continue, but even Dashi could put his foot down sometimes - it was far too wet, muddy, and it would only cause students to get sick.

Something Clay knew all too well.

He had walked back to the dorm next to Jack, and had ensured his boyfriend was the one beneath the umbrella. Clay had been partially under, but a good half of him was trapped in the rain, soaking through the denim of his jeans, and the fabric of his shirt.

He had insisted he was fine by the time they had reached home, and in truth, he had been okay.

But come the next day, the fever had set in. Clay's forehead felt like it was on fire, while his body shuddered as if he had plunged into a bath made of ice. He couldn't stop sneezing, and his throat felt like it had had sandpaper scraped over it.

Even if their training hadn't been cancelled, there was no way Clay would've been able to drag himself out of his bed, let alone get to the field.

In a way, it was a blessing the rain continued, so Coach Guan could complain about that cancelling his class, as opposed to getting on Clay's ass about missing it due to illness.

Clay shifted in his bed, breathing hard. His blue eyes slowly opened, his blonde locks of hair stuck up in every direction. He was a mess, and he felt even worse. Clay, like an idiot though, still attempted to sit himself up - he couldn't just lay in bed all day. His mother always told him to feed a cold, and starve a fever, and he couldn't do the former if he was bed bound.

With a trembling body, Clay attempted to sit up, the blankets peeling away from his form. He hadn't bothered with clothes, outside of his underwear; his body was too hot for that, but too cold to not be under his covers.

However, before even a toe could grace the carpeted floor of his dorm room, he was being told to layback down. Clay blinked, groaning slowly as he turned his head carefully. Jack hadn't left his side since he had become rundown; it was clear his boyfriend was mother-henning him, even if they denied it.

Clay thought it was adorable.

"I can't lay 'bout in bed all day..."

He could, and he should, but this was his father's mindset he was parroting - unless Clay was on his death bed, he was fine.

"I'm tough like an Ox darlin'...I'm a'right."

His words were immediately proven wrong, when Clay turned his head, and began to cough into the joint of his elbow. His lungs wheezed, and his throat burned. Eventually, Clay stopped, and sucked in a harsh breath of air,

"See..." He croaked, "Completely fine."

Yeah, no, it was clear Clay was not fine in any sense of the word, and that Jack wasn't believing a single thing he claimed. Proven by a simple look he was given. That had Clay huff,

"Look...I aint one to stay still..." Clay muttered, "There's stuff 'bout the place I coul' be doin' darlin', I'm gettin' restless layin' 'bout..."

That was the main problem, really. Even though Clay was as sick as a dog, he hated the idea of remaining still. Energy was building, and he had nothing he could do to. He was restless, unable to really relax as he needed.

But his words seemed to inspire something with Jack.

Clay rose an eyebrow when the red head got up, and approached him. He blinked, already red face turning darker as Jack climbed into bed with him, their thighs on either side of Clay's hips.

"Darlin', what are y'all up to? "

His question was answered, when Jack rested his hands on his shoulders, and pushed him back. Clay allowed it, as he relaxed back, head soon pressing against his half plumped pillow.

“Lie back and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

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"...I don't see how answering any of these questions are apart of my contract, Jack."

It's Jack, of course they're making their glorified babysitter answer questions like this xD

But we're onto our final Clay of the batch ;3; and this was the hardest one for me because reasons xD I dunno, probably because I aint dont much writing to do with the Bodyguard AU yet xD

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"Daddy sent me over 'ere 'cause he wanted this job to 'straighten me out'."

Unlike in other verses where Johnathan had no idea his eldest was a potential boy kisser, the John of this universe had his suspicions. Why? I dunno Clay said a farmhand was cute or something, that part aint important xD

Point is, John, instead of immediately yeeting Clay to the nearest conversion camp, he got another option - send Clay to a completely different country xD

He got an opportunity where Clay would have to work constantly, and protect someone, no distractions from farmhands out there. Far as John as concerned, it was the perfect way to remind Clay he's a man and men don't like men u_u

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"Suppose the jokes on 'im considerin' I've started crushin' on a fella since comin' 'ere..."

Course this is still early in the AU, so while Clay starts crushing on Jack fast and hard I feel, he keeps it hidden as long as possible uwu

it's a shame because Clay just wanna hold Jack's but no, he gotta be professional ;3;

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"It's a shame 'cause if I did start datin' this fella, and daddy foun' out, he'd come all the way over 'ere to raise some Hell 'till I moseyed my way back home."

Despite Clay being a grown ass mans, yes, he would fold if his dad demanded he come back home.

Clay really likes this fella aka Jack, and would want to date them, and kiss them, and be so gay with him.

BUUUUT if his dad did find out? He knows they'd make their ass over here and kick up a fuss until Clay quits and leaves his job, because yanno, can't be having no gay son (as if all his kids aren't LGBT u_u).

Point is, not only does Clay wanna keep things professional, but he knows if it gets any deeper than that, well, the risk grows. This is his freedom, even if he is there for work.

He doesn't want to have to leave Jack's side, or go home. He likes being at their side, even if he refuses to admit his crush to them ;3;

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"I sometimes wonder how many people 'ave looked at us an' thought we were somethin' else..."

Doesn't stop him from wandering about it though uwu

Look, Clay is always at Jack's side, he gotta be, that's his job of course. And he knows that he's here to look after him, and make sure they don't get themselves in trouble, or hurt by someone with a thorn in their side when it comes to the Spicer company.

But Clay does wonder if anyone has ever looked at the two of them and thought they were dating. It would be like having a little taste of what he wants so badly.

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"I know it's my job t' look after y'all, an' that aint gonna stop anytime soon, but really wished y'all didn't go to the clubs so often."

Clay is bi, he likes men and women, but he sure as heck don't like people flirting with him xD

Look, Clay's a big drop of water, he's that prime, high quality, prime Texas beef, who wouldn't want that uwu

But Clay would rather people not feel him and flirt with him xD Jack's there for fun, and Clay stands by and lets them have their fun (until Jack gets a little too close with some rando xD)

You know people would want a piece of Clay, how can you not uwu

So yes, he will keep going to make sure Jack is safe, but he hates it because he doesn't want strangers to be touching up on him xD

Maybe it's safe to say Clay may be somewhere on the ace spectrum simply because he doesn't find people sexually attractive; even with Jack he only found them sexually attractive after a while. So Clay may be demisexual but that's a label he wouldn't really use simply because he doesn't know it xD

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"I aint kissed anyone...or dated anyone..."

He's never touched another persons hand! Virgin in every sense of the word u_u

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Clay had a particularly large smile on his face, as he waltzed his way towards Jack home. The showdown that day had gone in the monks favour, Omi having won the Orb of Tonami back, as well as the Monkey Staff - which had Jack pouting afterwards.

What made Clay happy though, was it had been a short showdown, which meant the cowboy could have even more time with Jack, in private. He knew he was going to be in a sour mood, but Clay was sure he had the perfect little surprise that would brighten their lose in a heartbeat.

Reaching the familiar metal door, Clay banged his fist against it. The door opened thanks to Jack's 'yes-bot', to which Clay casually tilted his hat towards it in thanks. His attention was quickly on Jack, who, as expected, was sulking over losing their favoured Wu. Clay just kept his grin as he walked over to them,

"Darlin'~"

Clay was at their side in a heartbeat, the cowboy leaning closer to try and get their attention. He knew they were upset, but that wasn't going to stop Clay from trying to cheer them up.

"I know y'all a lil' upset 'bout the way the Showdown went t'day," Clay commented, "But I got y'all somethin' that I'm sure gonna make y'all happier than a horse in hay."

He saw the little glimmer in Jack's red hues, the ghost of a smile that threatened to appear.

Clay reached up, and grabbed his hat off of head - it was the perfect place to stash some Wu. He reached in, and tugged out something small, something he had clearly shrunken down - alongside another Wu.

He placed the shrunken Wu down, and pressed the end of the changing chopsticks to it. Clay called the treasures name, it's familiar yellow grow surrounding the Wu, reversing the changing chopsticks affects.

It was the Monkey Staff.

Was it wrong of Clay to have robbed his teams own vault, just to make Jack, their enemy, happy?

Most likely, in fact, no, he knew for definitive it was wrong.

But it was worth it, to see Jack's eyes light up upon getting their favourite thing in the World back. And when Clay saw the way his boyfriend so excitedly grabbed the Wu in question, he decided to beam just as brightly.

"Jus' uh, yanno, tell the others y'all stole it - aint like I can tell 'em the truth now."

His friends would crucify him if they found out he had stolen the Wu Omi had just won, only to give it back to their enemy.

He saw the way Jack glanced his way, a glimmer of appreciative mischief in those scarlet eyes of theirs. The excited smile turned to a smirk, and it was safe to say, Jack had plans for him. Clay remained still as his boyfriend rose to his feet, their voice softer, and notably sensual,

“I think… you deserve a treat.”

"A...treat?"

If Clay had a tail, it would be wagging a mile a minute at the promise of a treat. He could tell by the tone of Jack's voice, that this was going to be a very intimate treat.

He stayed in the spot, watching as Jack approached. Clay didn't flinch, as Jack reached beneath his neck scarf, and curled their fingers around the underside of his collar. Clay was tugged down quick, lips crashing into each other. The cowboy eagerly let his lips part, but the kiss was short lived as Jack just as quickly moved away.

Clay was half tempted if that was it, but he knew better than to open his mouth in that moment. Besides, he got his answer in a blink of an eye, as he felt Jack give another tug. Clay obediently walked forward, body slightly hunched forward as Jack kept a grip on the leather around his neck.

Clay's face reddened as they approached the pull out bed. Fingers slipped free of the collar Clay wore, and when Jack didn't immediately sit down, the cowboy realised what the treat would be. Positioning himself on the edge of the bed, Clay's heart fluttered in his chest as Jack moved to kneel in front of him. Small hands pushed his knees apart, Clay's thighs spread out, though the prize remained hidden within denim.

A clear bulge was forming though; Clay wasn't allowed to close his legs though, Jack wouldn't let him. He was a good though, and he'd hate to lose his chance at his treat - especially after being so good and returning Jack's Monkey staff to him.

As fingers graced the buckle of his belt, Clay's owns fingers curled against the bedsheet, fabric scrunching up in his grip. He bit his bottom lip, hearing as the zip of his jeans was pulled down at a snails pace. Blue hues hazed, Clay watching through half-lidded eyes as Jack pulled apart the denim.

Breathing hitched, as the elastic of his briefs were tugged down, the thick blonde public hair beginning to poke free as Jack worked towards his goal. Heart fluttering in his chest, butterflies storming in his stomach, he felt Jack's warm breath ghost across his half-limp dick as it was finally freed.

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"Kid when you're as old as I am, you learn a lot about the World around you - and yourself; I'm an open book."

Thought it would be fun to do Dojo next ;3; he's a funny little dragon and I love him and it's a shame cause in the show, during season 1 and 2, he was both like a guide and the comic relief for the monks, but I feel come season 3 he became too much of a comic relief yanno? I dunno man they upped the fung obsession too much for my tastes xD

Anyway, point is, I love this little gay dragon and gotta try and send him out more xD

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"Even as a young hatchling, I always knew I preferred other dragons compared to dragonesses."

Mans came outta the egg knowing he was gay xD

I know Dojo doesn't mention his family much, if I remember correctly he mentioned a great Uncle (who sent Dojo their own bones for Chinese New Year xD) and his parents, and that's it. However, personally, I always feel like Dojo came from a pretty big family - and he, in turn, is the gay cousin xD

I like to think he and Rai bond over having large families; lots of siblings and the like ;3;

And I know it's a cartoon with dragons and magical items and whatever, but statistically, the younger child of a family is more likely to be LGBT. So I like to think Dojo is a younger sibling but he can still talk to Rai about family issues ;3;

He's just also gay and knows he's gay and always been like that ;3;

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"Funny enough, the fact I love Master Fung is the taboo part..."

Loving another male dragon is fine, but God forbid you love another species! xD

Yeah, I feel when it comes to interspecies relationships, that's when the issues show up xD Though I will argue that Master Fung is the first human Dojo has really fallen for ;3;

I dunno, something about that old man just got to him uwu

Nah I image Dojo knew Master Fung when he was younger and because it was a time of peace, they actually had real time to talk and get to know each other yanno? xD

But much like how he's openly gay, he's pretty open and obvious about his unrequited love for Master Fung xD

He too old to care about the taboos of the fact he's in love with a human, and deep down, he knows he'll outlive them ;3; Maybe it's better it is unrequited ;3;

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"You kids are to obsessed with labels and things; sad how we cared less when I was on Master Dashi's shoulder than now."

Dojo took one look at Clay and said 'I know what you are' xD

Nah, Dojo has always known he was gay, as mentioned, and he never felt the need to hide that part about himself. Even in the ancient days, when it wouldn't be legal or anything, he was still open about the fact he liked men. He never called himself 'gay' or anything, because the idea of labelling oneself wasn't really a thing back then.

Honestly I feel like the World was more worried about not being destroyed by evil, and Heylin, to worry about the gays xD

Even after, the world was healing, and Dashi is just too chill of a guy to like...really care yanno? I feel like Dojo didn't really have a crush on Dashi, but he openly talked to Dashi about his attraction to males because he felt safe, and comfortable to do so.

So for Dojo, who's been alive for years upon years, seeing how culture changed? Seeing the monks now under his care feel the need to hide himself? It makes him sad :( He never had to hide, and he doesn't understand why ;3;

Like he's talked to Clay about it but he still doesn't like, understand this need to remain so hidden, especially when he's so far away ;3;

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"I never did get the family YoYo back from that no good Chucky..."

There is no way in Hell Chucky Choo and Dojo are not toxic ex lovers I refuse to believe otherwise! Dojo was ready to murder that man! IT WAS ON SIGHT!

But, I do like to think between Dashi, and Fung, is when Dojo met Chucky and fell for their ways xD I think Dojo just likes them significantly older than him because...yeah Chucky just looks old af compared to Dojo xD

Honestly, I don't think they ever got married, but they got close, I see them getting engaged at most. Dojo gave the family YoYo to Chucky as an engagement ring essentially because he couldn't get one.

Then, before the wedding could even start to be planned? Chucky fucked off u_u

Dojo was heart broken of course, and figured he had just been strung along, scammed, and the like. In truth, I feel like Chucky just got cold scales about settling down and instead of talking it out, he chose to leave but kept the YoYo as a momento ;3;

Dojo didn't know that though and resented them for years to the point he never even wanted to be in love again ;3;

But then he met Master Fung and fell hard ;3; because love don't care like that ;3; as said though, it's unrequited, and it's a bitterpill but Dojo does think that's the best.

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It was Summer; the air was warm, stuffy, to the point it was near suffocating. There were no clouds in the sky; not even a breeze. Clay had experienced Texas Summer's all his life, yet even he had to admit this was something different. The humidity was a pain; sticky and terrible.

Yet despite it all, Clay still made sure to carry an umbrella in his backpack. He was always asked why, some of the other students in the mechanics class thought he was just being an idiot. Maybe he was. But Clay could sense an electricity in the ground, a strange buzz in the air, one he knew often.

It's the same buzz when a storm was brewing.

So he made sure he was prepared, because nothing was worse than being caught in a torrential rainfall. Even if every beam of sun continued to prove Clay's worries wrong, and that the Summer heat would continue to cook the campus.

It was another morning in Mechanical class; Clay was thankful this was his only class on Thursday, it meant he could use the afternoon to relax before he had all day training on Friday.

The class was coming to its usual end, Clay still scribbling down notes up until the final minute. He was in the zone, seemingly the only student, until he heard a tap against the window. Blinking, he glanced up, and saw it - the once blue sky had gone grey.

Another tap, then another, faster, harder, and in seconds there was rain. It was pouring down in seconds, grass becoming muddy in seconds. Very quickly, Clay felt vindicated about the fact he had been prepared.

As class came to an end, Clay hung back; he was always the last to enter, and always the last to leave - only seemed fair. Sliding his notebook into his bag, and tugging his umbrella free, Clay smiled to himself as he slung his back onto his back. He tipped his head towards Professor Young, before taking his own leave.

Approaching an exit, Clay noted how most students were opting to try and use their random belongings to try and shield themselves from the downpour. It wouldn't do much to help, but there was a chance it was better than nothing.

The only student that wasn't trying it was Jack, Clay's room mate, and more importantly, boyfriend. Clay was hopeful, and maybe just dumb enough, to hope it's because Jack had decided to wait for him here.

"Howdy darlin'," Clay greeted, warm smile on his lips.

Before he could teasingly ask if Jack was waiting for him, his unspoken words were interrupted when Jack complained about the rain, saying about how their outfit, and makeup would be ruined.

"Yanno, y'all be jus' as pretty without all that fancy face paint."

Clay's compliment was huffed at, but the cowboy didn't mind. He knew that Jack hogged the bathroom for hours on end just to make sure their eyeliner was 'on point'.

Stepping forward, Clay's foot now slightly over the threshold, the leather of his boot threatening to get soaked in the rain. He held the umbrella off to the side, his free hand slipping the little mechanism up. The synthetic material spread out; it was mostly white, with a picture of two Highland cows in a field printed on it.

Moving in front, Clay nestled himself beneath his umbrella, though half of his shoulder was exposed to the elements. Fingers remained wrapped around the handle, while his other reached out. Clay smiled,

"Well, y'all can stay there bitchin' 'bout the rain all day darlin', or, y'all can join me under the 'brella."

His smile grew a little more, as Jack's fingers rested against his palm. Clay let his own fingers curl around Jack's hand, as he lead them beneath the umbrella, their little portable shelter in the downpour. Clay didn't care he was getting, partially, soaked.

When Jack was nestled next to him, Clay released their hand, instead of moving to wrap their arm around their lower back. Fingers pressed to their hip, Clay tugging Jack as close as possible, ensuring they were completely under. Clay could deal with the rain, he didn't care if he got sick - he had the immunity, and strength, of an Ox after all.

"C'mon, lets mosey on to the room b'fore this rain gets any worse," Clay suggested, "I'd hate for y'all to risk y'all'self anymore in this weather."

Making sure to keep Jack as close as possible, and that they were under the umbrella the entire time, Clay took the lead. He kept Jack warm with his own form, and held their shield against the rain. Clay could only hope he would be thanked for being so prepared, and that Jack wouldn't whine about their makeup being ruined by the rain...

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"Well I guess it only makes sense you left the best 'till last~"

Bailey one of the headcanon memes was for your own son you fluffy bastard xD

Besides, he's only the last one of the mocha-idiots xD So no Bailey is not the last xD he is an idiot though uwu

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"I've fucked more guys than girls~"

Because of course Bailey has xD

Also inaccurate because Bailey is the one getting fucked okay, he is a bottom and we love that for him xD

Point is, in his whoring days between Rocky, and Richard, this man has been around the block a good few times. And in general, Bailey has ended up with more guys than girls uwu

Bailey is pan, but he def has a preference when it comes to partners uwu originally it was guys, but now his main preference is Richy uwu

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"I know I act like a stereotype, with my love for pink, and the fact I'm flamboyant as fuck, but I'm happy so shut up~"

Let's be honest, Bailey does play into a lot of gay stereotypes xD But I will argue, he was made this way before I even assigned a sexuality to him xD

Yes he's a diva, yes he loves make up, and fashion, and is flamboyant and pretty damn feminine.

But Bailey is also in a long committed relationship (something that goes against stereotypes), he's a loving father, he's a business man, he has his moments of being smart.

And as said, Bailey's happy uwu he knows he acts a bit like a stereotype but that's who he is and he has no plans of changing who he is ;3;

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"The only time I'm not in near enough all pink is for the pride parades; gotta make sure I represent all my colours after all."

You know Bailey drags Richy to the pride parade, he gotta force his man to take one day off to celebrate themselves uwu and yanno, gotta take Buddy there uwu

But yes, as we know, Bailey's a big pink piece of bubblegum, he always loves wearing pink in all know shades - but especially in the shade of pink he copyrighted xD

But, when he attends pride events? Bailey got to shine with all his colours uwu so it's a guarantee that he spices up his usual pink with some yellow, and blue ;3;

They're his colours, but also his family colours ;3; and now we cry ;3;

I should really draw Bailey in a pride esq outfit ;3;

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"Sinsations set up a little stall at the pride events; only the adult orientated ones of course."

Shockingly I had to do a tiny bit of research about this xD

On a personal level, Bailey does believe kink belongs at pride (so do I), due to its roots, but he also understands that a lot of pride events in big cities, like St Canard, are likely to have children attending.

So, he makes sure to find a smaller pride event that allows adult content, or just a general late night adult pride event to set a stall up.

Sinsations is known as a big support of LGBT rights, even before Bailey took over, so it only feels right to be there themselves.

And yes, there is pride event only merch xD come get your rainbow dicks xD

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"I always wondered if I'd make a good Drag Queen; I already wear make up, and can work heels better than most."

Bailey would make a fantastic drag queen and we all know it xD Sure they can't dance, sing, or don't really like performing, but we know damn well he would fucking slay xD

Have the long red flowing locks of hair, the pink sparkly dress, the high heels xD Bailey would work it and I think Richy would love seeing his wife uwu

Point is, Bailey just wanna dress up and would be a beauty queen which is yanno, when they just look pretty uwu

Now, question is, what would their drag name be? At the moment I'm thinking Cotton Candy simply because they pink and soft xD Or Bubblegum would work I feel xD

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"Apparently my Grandma Sue knew I wasn't straight the second I hatched - least that's what she always claimed."

Grandma took one look at her grandbaby and knew he would grow up to be a boy kisser xD

Look, neither of Bailey's parents, or his Grandma, are against the LGBT, and love him as he is.

Which is why growing up, his family were always so accepting. They always showed him love, and reassured him they will always love him no matter what happens.

And this is important because when Bailey was growing up, LGBT people didn't have many rights, didn't get acceptance on any real level.

So Bailey was very privileged to have the home he did, and it's why he feels so strongly about LGBT issues. It's why he always shows up to events, and always donates to charities that help people in the community.

He was lucky to have such a loving family, to have a Grandma, and parents, that looked at him and knew no matter how he loved, they'd love him all the same.

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mitski : be the cowboy album ... sentence starters

The lights were too bright, the music too loud, and Clay stood out like a store thumb. He was a giant compared to most, and the signature cowboy hat upon his blonde hair also didn't help. It was clear he didn't belong here, and the slight scowl on his face proved he didn't even want to be here.

But Clay wasn't there for himself. He was there for a job, because overtime wasn't an option for him. Not because Jack had told him as much, that's just what Clay believed in.

So there Clay stood, off to the side of the dance floor, a drink of ice cold water in hand. A few had seen him, tried to get his attention, but he brushed off all conversation. His eyes were squarely on Jack. He was nice enough to keep space, so he wasn't breathing down the red heads neck constantly.

But his blue hues never left them. Like a hawk stalking its prey, Clay watched every move, every twitch of a grin that would grace Jack's face, every time they sipped at another drink. The cowboy knew he was being overprotective, over guarded, and that he could take the stick out of his ass for a few hours.

But Clay was smart. He was a hard working country boy out of his element, who could feel the vibrations of music through the floor as it seeped into the soles of his boots. It's how he knew the amount of people in that one building, and how he knew where the clearest exits were for a quick escape if needed - there weren't as many vibrations coming from those directions.

Time ticked on, and the only thing that changed were the faces of people going in and out of the club. Clay stayed rooted to his spot by the bar; the once cold drink he held had gone warm. He still sipped it slowly. On some level he knew he was being ridiculous, but he pushed away the thought.

He was hired to protect Jack, and he would do that no matter how ridiculous he acted.

Clay wondered how long it had been. He let his eyes glance away; he was quick to note the lack of clocks anywhere. He huffed to himself, his free hand slipping into his jean pocket. Clay fished out his phone, and for the first time, for more than a second, he looked away from Jack.

Eyebrows furrowed upon seeing it had just gone one in the morning. That was more than enough reason to drag Jack's butt out of here; he couldn't run his dad's company if he was exhausted.

When Clay looked back up though, his eyes widened. He couldn't see that familiar, fiery red hair anywhere. Placing his glass on the bar top, and shoving his phone into his jeans, Clay immediately began to force himself through the crowd. He had barely looked away, he knew Jack couldn't have gotten far.

Thankfully, they hadn't.

Clay found Jack with some stranger, snuggled on their lap, shamelessly feeling them up. Clay felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, a harsh frown tugging onto his lips. He felt his fingers twitch into fists, a strange thrill of jealousy crawling up his spine.

He brushed off the feeling, unsure where it came from. He was here to work after all.

Clay approached, not caring as his shadow loomed. He gave no warning; he grabbed the back of Jack's shirt, and yanked them back. He ignored the protests given, merely snipping,

"It's late Boss, y'all gotta get home."

Protests and arguments were ignored, Clay having had had enough of the club, and Jack's attitude.

The air was cold as it slammed into Clay; he took it head on, like most things. It was only now Clay let go of Jack, assured that they wouldn't be running off. The little scene back there wouldn't be forgotten anytime soon; Clay had, unintentionally, made them the clubs laughing stock. He had caught the tail end of a few comments about how Jack's babysitter came to take them home.

The cowboy was back on his phone, getting a taxi ready to come and pick them up. He was only half listening to Jack's whines. He found his usually long fuse being cut short.

"Y'all know I got a job to do Boss," Clay huffs out in response, "An' that's keepin' y'all safe - aint exactly doin' that if I jus' let y'all get involved in any dang rodeo."

He saw the look Jack gave him; Clay put it down to them not understanding what he meant with his cowboy-isms.

"Aint y'all got any shame?" He asked, "Y'all were, uh... grindin' on that fella without carni' 'bout what people woul' see," Clay pointed out, "If y'all daddy foun' out what y'all were doin', he'd go greyer than a cat in a dog house."

Clay sighed, looking back to his phone. There should be an Uber soon.

He shook his head slightly, looking back to Jack, a judgemental edge to his gaze,

"What do y'all get from it?" Clay can't help but ask, not used to this sort of behaviour thanks to his own upbringing, "Why do y'all insis' on actin' like that?"

In truth, Clay wasn't actually expecting an answer, so it took him off guard when Jack gave him one,

"'Cause I need somebody to remember my name."

Clay blinked, taking the words in carefully. He didn't know what Jack dealt with, how his family, how the World, saw him. Yet, for whatever reason, Jack's reasoning resonated with him.

Silently glancing away, Clay lifted a hand, and rubbed the back of his neck. Maybe he shouldn't have been so judgemental. He should've gotten Jack out of there in a more...subtle way, because surely the stranger would remember Jack's name, for all the reasons he didn't want to be known.

They had had the front row seat to Jack over glorified 'babysitter' dragging them away for bedtime.

Breathing out a silent sigh, Clay finally spoke, in an attempt to reassure his boss,

"...I remember y'all name...I always will," Clay murmured gently, "Y'all aint the type'a person that can be forgotten...in a good way, promise."

He got no form of response. No smile, not even a word. Clay let his shoulders slump slightly, his hands moving to his hips. He hadn't anything else to say; words were not his speciality.

Their uber finally showed up.

Clay stepped forward, and opened the door; he watched as Jack climbed into the car. Gently shutting the car door for them, he could only hope his words sunk in on some level, that he had been able to get Jack to understand that someone did remember their name, and that someone was always going to stand by their side.

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"You humans are so obsessed with sexuality...it's pathetic."

I did try to think of 6 but I could not u_u My brain broke u_u

Also reminder that I'll be calling Sibini, well, Sibini xD His actions are not Clay's actions, nor are his words Clay's thoughts u_u

Also going straight under a read more because nsfw and also it's fucking Sibini xD

Clay had had the privilege to see Jack in all sorts of outfits outside of their usual villain wear. He'd also had the privilege of seeing Jack without any outfits at all. But right now wasn't the time to think about Jack stripped down, especially considering Jack had dragged Clay out to the mall.

Shopping wasn't something Clay cared all that much for, and admittedly, clothes shopping was somewhat of a bore for him. The cowboy tended to stick to the same thing when it came to his wardrobe after all.

However, Jack had insisted they go out shopping, with the caveat that Clay pick out a new outfit for him. Clay wasn't sure how he felt about it, already guilty, and worried, about picking something that Jack would hate. Clay knew he was overthinking things already, he knew Jack could make anything look amazing, but it didn't stop him from second guessing every outfit that caught his eye.

Eventually though, something did catch Clay's interest, and try as he might, he couldn't stop the image of Jack wearing it. It was a red, plaid patterned dress. There were even some necklaces on a nearby display table; most likely recommended accessories. Jack had worn plaid before, and it really looked good on him.

Well...everything looked good on Jack.

Clearly Clay was staring too long, because it didn't take long until Jack noticed Clay was no longer following him like a shadow. Clay quirked his mouth, reaching to gently touch over the fabric, humming to himself. He couldn't see the smirk on Jack's face, but he could hear it on their voice,

"Hmm something caught your eye uh?"

Clay blinked, looking down at them. He went to speak, but the words died on his tongue.

"Hmm I see intresting? So, what about this makes you pick it out?"

He hummed once more, face turning a gentle red. He wasn't good at talking in general, but in truth, Clay had no idea how to put into words how hot Jack, or 'Jackie', would be in it. Awkwardly shuffling on his feet, Clay managed to stumble out some form of explanation,

"Reds jus' a real pretty colour on y'all..." He muttered, "An', yanno, it's a nice dress...woul' suit y'all."

Clay was foolish enough to hope that was enough for Jack.

"It's nice yeah"

Clay watched as Jack took the dress he had found off the rack, holding it in front of themselves,

"Won't make me look washed out I guess. But that's just the color alone. But there's gotta be more reason why you saw this and thought of me right, babe?"

Clay's face grew redder at the implication. He lifted a hand, rubbing the back of his neck as he shyly murmured,

"I mean...couse there is darlin'..."

Poor Clay was walking right into the trap Jack had set out. He realised it was too late for him, when he finally took notice of the smirk painted on Jack's lips,

"Ya know, if you tell me what you're thinking,"

And what Jack, most likely, wanted to hear,

"I could be convinced to wear it on our next date out?"

"Really?" Clay asked, maybe a little too eagerly for his own good.

"But only if you"

Clay's face, instinctively, scrunched up as Jack poked the tip of his rounded, button nose. The slight chuckle didn't help, as the blush on Clay's cheeks bled down his neck,

"Tell me excatly why you think I should wear this."

"Dang it darlin'..."

It wasn't that Clay didn't want to tell Jack exactly why he would love for them to wear the dress, he just had no idea how to use his words to do it. Not without feeling stupid and awkwardly.

Clay moved his hands onto his hips, the cowboy awkwardly shuffling on his feet. His tongue was more tied than a rat-king at a glue factory.

"Well...I jus'...feel like y'all be real pretty in it is all," Clay stated, the southern accent thick as his nerves got the better of him, "It'll fit y'all form, an' show off them legs of y'alls..."

Clay did like Jack's legs, especially their thighs. He liked to grope them whenever he went down on them; the feeling off their soft flesh yielding beneath his touch something he craved.

"An' well...I thought it woul' be nice to take y'all out on a date...well...Jackie out on a date, where we aint gotta hide, an' I can hol y'all han', an' maybe even bring y'all to the temple without worryin' 'bout the others flippin' their lids..."

After all, they had already accepted Jackie as Clay's girlfriend, so, why not ask them to dawn their drag persona and swing on by,

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"Ooooh~ It's been a while since I did one of these things!" Buddy beamed, "Ask away! I'm an open book!"

Buddy's turn! Because who doesn't love the little jellyfish baby uwu

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"Every pride month I make a cake for the homophobes; it has white icing and looks plain on the inside, but it's a rainbow inside~"

Richard may not understand why he should have to make everything look more gay for pride month, but Buddy see's an opportunity to be a brat and is taking it uwu

Homophobes gonna be idiots, and Buddy gonna do something about it.

They saw a video of a guy purposefully struggling to go up super steep steps because he refused to go up the rainbow steps, and Buddy's brain got a working.

So, every year, they make their magnum opus uwu

It's a cupcake, simple. The paper is always in black, and the icing is white, but here's the tricky part: Buddy has to cook it perfectly so the outside is golden brown, but the inside is a rainbow.

It takes time, and makes a lot of mess, due to Buddy needing like 7 colours of batter, btu they've perfected their pride-cakes uwu

They charge extra for them too, because homophobes are stupid, and no refunds either uwu

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"Dad always did my make up and nails when I was younger, now I do it myself - some people make fun of me for it but I don't care because I know I'm pretty."

Buddy is 100% that kid that went through their parents makeup, and used it as face paint xD

Bailey though, wasn't mad about it though, he thought it was cute uwu

Even since Buddy was small, Bailey always did Buddy's make up, or nails, whenever they asked ;3; because make up is for everyone.

Now Buddy does their own make up :D it's bright, and over the top, just like them uwu and yeah, some people stare, considering how thick they make their mascara xD but Buddy doesn't care cause they like how they do their make up and think they're pretty and that's all that matters uwu

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"I don't get why people say looking at gay people kiss makes people gay; I've seen plenty of straight people kissing but I'm still into guys."

Buddy never got that line of thought xD Seeing two men kissing will make kids gay xD

Like yeah sure they have two dads, but watching them be sappier than a jar of honey was not what made them like guys xD

They like guys...because they like guys xD Shocking I know xD

Buddy's that type of person that would bring that up, especially as a kid. If someone brought up the whole 'if kids see gay people they'll be gay', they would ask 'then why am I not straight despite seeing them?' xD

As a kid, Buddy said it out of a genuine curiosity, but when they got older and understood what homophobia was? Yeah they would directly saying it because they know bullshit when they hear it xD

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"I like Jellyfish because they have no gender like me."

I feel this one is obvious xD Pretty sure Rhodes got an ask about it as well xD

Buddy loves jellyfish, no duh xD but one of the reasons is because they do relate to them ;3; Buddy was made without a gender, they were just presented as a male and continued to do so.

But then Buddy found out about Jellyfish, found out how they work, how they don't have genders or anything and their little brain went 'just like me! :D'

Representation matters, in all forms ;3;

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"Some people give us looks whenever they see me, Rhodes, and Charlie - I know it's because all three of us are together, I don't point it out though."

People struggle to accept gay people, so Buddy isn't surprised that when the three of them are out on a date, people give them looks. Polyamory is something Buddy is aware that people look down on, not that they agree it should be looked down on.

Unless you're in the polycule, it aint your business!

Now, why doesn't Buddy say anything when they notice people looking at the three of them? Because they don't want to upset Charlie, or have Rhodes cause a scene - because Rhodes is always down for a fight xD

Buddy would prefer they just enjoy their date together, than cause drama with someone that can't mind their own business u_u

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"I was created without a gender, but presented as male - it wasn't until I got older I was given anatomy."

mitski : be the cowboy album ... sentence starters

It didn't take a rocket genius, or any type of genius for that, to know Jack was in a mood. The only thing Clay didn't know, was what had sparked it, after all, Jack had won that days showdown - so it's not like they were pouting over another loss.

So whatever cause them to sulk this much was a mystery to the cowboy, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try everything in his power to get to the bottom of things.

Clay found Jack in their workshop; it was terrifyingly quiet. It wasn't...like Jack. No music, no robots flying about to serve their every desire. It was just...silence. Clay hated the fact he could hear his own blood rushing in between his ears.

His boots tapped against the metal steps, Clay slow, and quiet, as he approached his boyfriend. He hadn't come empty handed; in his hand, a box of Monster Energy drinks. He didn't like how much of these things Jack drunk in a day, but Clay was hopeful that it may get Jack to say a word.

Clay missed their voice already.

Approaching, Clay tilted his head, frowning when Jack didn't even look his direction. The cowboy feared he had done something to upset them, it would explain the silent treatment. Clay gently placed the box down; he saw the way Jack blinked.

Well...least they were still alive.

"Darlin'...?"

Clays voice was as gentle as a flower dancing in a faint breeze, but even the loving southern twain that laced the name wasn't enough to get Jack's attention. Clay frowned at that, fingers moving to open the box. He tugged out a can, it was cold to the touch. He placed it to the side, a little close to Jack, in hopes they'd reach out for the bait,

"I got y'alls favourite," He pointed out, "Thought ya might might one while we talk 'bout whatever's got y'all so down in the dumps."

Clay smiled, gently, when Jack seemed to acknowledge him. He hoped Jack would talk, especially as a hand reached out and took the offered drink,

"I'll take monster and talk about nothing."

The cowboys smile dropped, a faint pout tugging onto his lips. The silver lining was Jack actually spoke to him, but their words only soured Clay's hopes.

He breathed out a huff, watching as Jack idly played with the tab on the can - not quite opening it yet. Clay, impulsively, reached out and snatched the drink out of Jacks' hands. Clay didn't like tough love, maybe it was needed.

He looked away, and pulled back the tab, the can making a soft hiss noise as it was opened. Clay didn't give the monster back, instead, he took a slow sip. He hated the taste, and barely held back his grimace,

"No energy drink 'till y'all tell me what's troublin' y'all."

He knew Jack didn't like it, but Clay did his best not to care, even as he was given quite the pout. Still, the abrasive side seemed to be enough to pick at a thread, just enough for it to unravel.

There was a beat of silence, Clay swirling the fizzy drink around; it tasted gross, and he wouldn't take another sip. Thankfully, he wouldn't need to.

The voice was soft, but he knew he heard Jack speak once more, simply mentioning his dad. That's all Clay needed to hear, to know everything he needed to know. Both of their dads were terrible in their own horrible ways.

"Say less darlin'."

Clay placed the open can back near Jack. He noted the way they looked at him,

"What? I'd sooner drink dog water than takin' another sip of that," Clay commented, "'Sides, it aint like we haven't shared spit b'fore."

In fact, they've shared spit often.

"An' y'all answered my question, even if the answer aint all that great...sometimes I wish my daddy was more like y'alls, but when I see how much he upsets y'all? I en' up wishin' our dads were completely different people."

Maybe they wouldn't be so messed up if their dads hadn't gifted them with their own sour flavours of generational trauma.

Shifting closer, Clay moved to rest a heavy arm over Jack's shoulders, fingers pressing to their arm. He tapped a random pattern, no rhythm or rhyme to his fingertips.

"I'm sorry y'all dad ruined ya day sugar," Clay apologised gently, "But y'all shouldn't be leavin' him to sweeten your tea, an' ya definitely shouldn't be lettin' him sour it either."

He saw the look Jack was giving him; looks like this was a new 'Clay-ism' that he couldn't translate,

"...What I'm sayin' sugarcube, don't let ya daddy upset y'all, 'specially when you got a Wu t'day."

Clay pressed a warm kiss to their cheek, lingering, and as delicate as silk. When his lips left their skin, Clay remained close, voice a murmur,

"How 'bout instead of mopin' aroun' 'bout y'all dad...we celebrate y'all winnin', an' bein' a step closer to takin' over the World?"

Clay swore he saw the ghost of a smirk twitching onto the corner of Jack's lips. It wasn't much, but it was something, and if he had to spend the evening feeding Jack's ego until they began to smile, and talk like normal? Then so be it.