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a softer sequel to this

he starts with wigs, when maybe goes more subtle, gets his nails done, Meg does his makeup one day when they’re all together playing mario party

He tries on some more of Lindsay’s clothes and spins around in a skirt–it’s swishy and comfy and free even if he trips over it into the wall like three times.

He goes to the dollar store and picks up some nail polish and basic cosmetcs and tries to do himself up on his own.  He and lindsay post pictures laughing at what a mess he makes of his fingers and how uneven and catasrophic his eyeliner is

Meg teaches him to style a wig and walk in a pair of heels.  He trips over his long skirt again and decides on a knee-length one–then goes for something sexier, shorter, and he laughs when you can see his boxers from under the hem every so often.

He complains about how uncomfortable wigs are and just starts working on growing out his hair.  He wears a hat when he doesn’t want it looking too long, or he puts it in a bun or in a ponytail(even if Gavin complains about how much he hates ponytails on dudes)

People ask him why on twitter every day and he scoffs about how they just don’t seem to be getting it.  He wants to look beautiful.  Is that a problem?

He buys a pretty, shiny necklace and puts barrettes in his hair.  He holds it back with ties covered in tiny metal hearts.

They asked at the office at first, too.  But it quickly became commonplace–sometimes even to the point where they ask why he’s wearing his normal, boyish clothes, even.  But they grow out of that, too.

One day he and Lindsay and Meg all decide to go out and get their hair colored together.  He’s a little nervous but goes all out, gets something bright if not a whole rainbow on his curls.  If he could get glitter, he would.

Like, anything modern can be used for gta and gang stuff, but it could even apply to like king au and stuff too.

King Michael’s servants brushing out and styling his wigs every morning.  Trying on dresses and makeup and corsets and complaining, wondering how women do it every day until someone sticks a mirror in front of him.  He gasps and giggles because he looks so damn nice.

He spends the whole day walking around, working in this feminine attire, growling bearishly at anyone who dares protest, explaining, maybe a little bit agitatedly, at anyone who dares question.

Learning to sit in carriages and on horses in dresses, then deciding he doesn’t care enough as long as it’s comfortable and just hiking up his skirts to get on horses.

Marching into others’ castles for diplomatic meetings and parties, Lindsay at his side, sometimes in just as nice a dress, sometimes in pants–either way, not uncommon for Lindsay–sometimes to the shock or appalment of those other monarchs, and he scoffs at them, too, and dares them to try him.  He has one of the strongest armies in the area.  Do they really wanna piss him off because they don’t like his outfit?

(Ryan praises the further spread of skirt-type attire for everyone.  Michael snaps at him that this is a business meeting and even if he agrees they’re not here to talk fashion.  Maybe later.)

Michael comes slamming into the penthouse. His duffle is thrown against the wall viciously and Gavin walks in after him, more than a little sheepish. “Michael, I’m—”

“Shut the fuck up, Gavin. Don’t talk to me for like, at least an hour. I’m so fucking mad at you right now,” Michael spits. 

“A whole hour?” Jeremy asks, laughing. “What did you do, Gavin? Kill his mother?”

“Fuck you, Jeremy,” Michael says. Gavin looks like someone kicked a puppy in front of him. 

“I didn’t mean to blow up the bike, honest!” he cries. Michael turns on him, fists clenched and Jeremy steps between them. 

“Hey, lets hit the gym, yeah?” he says, fingers tight on Michael’s arm. He steers him away, towards his room to change and Michael goes easily. Jeremy feels powerful.

Miles: I like butts. I’m really into butts.

Kyle: I’m not talking about butts. I’m talkin’ like…

Miles: Wait, am I into, like, any weird shit?

Kyle: …nurses or roleplay. Shit like that.

Miles: Uh… I don’t know. 

Kyle: Miles, we have plenty of time to discuss fantasies. Go.

Miles: Uh… I’m tryin’ to think. I’ve never really had like fantasy fantasies.

Kyle: No, nothin’? Not like Nurse Joy or anything?

Miles: Uh… [sighs]. It’s not necessarily, like, a specific, like— it’s not like a thing. It’s more of just, like, an atti…tude. [quickly] I don’t know if I want to talk about this [laughs nervously]. Like, uh, I-I—

Kyle: An attitude? Oh, oh, so you want to be dominated and you want to be told what to do?

Miles: No, it’s actually the— Fuck it, let’s talk about it. It’s actually the other way around. Like, I’m-I’m-I’m, like. So… everyday Miles… how would you describe me?

Kyle: Meek.

Miles: [laughs] You just start off like, “Shitty.” “Oh, okay!”

Kyle: No, um. Everyday Miles is just happy-go-lucky, “Yeah, whatever!“ like… uh. I think I might know what you’re going for, so I would say accommodating.

Miles: [laughs]

Kyle: You know, you gotta work with people. You don’t always get what you want.

Miles: [while laughing] I’m learning a lot about how you feel about me.

Kyle: I’m playing into what I think you’re going to say.

Miles: I’m typically, like, pretty nice, I guess. Not really like— whatever. Uh, I’m a pretty, uh, aggressive guy when, uh, behind closed doors. Not in like a— like a fucked up way.  Not in like a fucked up way or anything.

Kyle: In a manly like [deep register] “Yeah!” sorta way. In a way that ladies would enjoy.

Miles: In a like, “We’re gonna talk about this, and if you’re cool with this, then we’re gonna do this, and let’s do this,” and… yeah. I’m just kind of rambling at this point and I’ve gone too far to go back. This is like earlier when we were talking about when you reach a point of no return.