DC Headcanon's 7: Jazz Hands
The ole razzle dazzle…
The ole razzle dazzle…
I'm gonna try…
FUCK YEAH SPARKLE SPARKLE(That's a reference no one will get)…
We don't know how planes fly…
more sad boi fed hours…
You know what this is…
Because Wattpad makes chapter limits IGUESS*Ben for the love of god please don't read this trash*…
Or alternatively someone tell me to stop using Tik Tok…
One family. Six boyfriends. Forty-two states. And one peaceful early January day that changed everything…
It's a parody of Romeo and Juliet acted out by the statesYeah I'm sorry in advance…
Or where I don't torture DC (most of the time)…
Or....DC sometimes forgets basic body functions when he's working…
Remember the headcanon that I had a bunch of songs that could go along with OT6: Doin' the Crimes Again? Er....surprise? I guess?…
Decided to dump all my story ideas here so I can remember them…
A twist on the getting together of the OT6…
If it was true that DC left Bryan, that would mean he finally could confess and be their sixth. But he also knew the boy was hurt and emotional, so it'd be a lot of work before he became comfortable with love again.…
DC couldn't get the angry faces of the states out of his mind as he tried to just relay the messages his boss had beaten into him. All the states, his boyfriends, glaring at him as he tried to explain, not getting anywhere, and coming off like he was the one calling the army, hurting the protestors, and being generally awful.…
The international branch of the government slowed her pace as she watched her brother walk off, dressed down today in black slacks and a white dress shirt with his red tie, not evening noticing that she had stopped. There was a time when he cried out when she went on ahead, there was a time he didn't want to be left alone, there was a time when he followed her around like a duckling.…
DC felt overwhelmed and halfway to meltdown as he struggled to reach his office, trying to keep his hands steady and remember the words of his father. He was keenly aware of everything around him; the scuffling of people's shoes as they walked down the hall, the buzzing of the lights, everything was too loud, the meeting was too loud, EVERYTHING WAS TOO LOUD.…
DC silently wondered how the states were handling it, did they put someone new in charge of the meetings? They probably didn't even care he was gone.…