#swush

[pickingupspacetrash]

[lars-b-terp]

‘Swush’

[thevegasbabyy]

Posting for the he'll of it. Just a little past four months on t. Hairs the longest it's been in awhile. Losing the blue and its fading more into the grey now. Debating on just letting it grow. Depends on how this color fades and how the roots come in. Probably will cut it cause that's how I am. Missing my skater swush hard tho lol. On another note life has been amazing :) #testosterone #ftm #transgender #ohiolgbt #hair #bluishgrey #swush #longorshort #happy #lovinglife #lovingme

[frederikoest]

S W U S H

[swxuxsh-blog]

[wildegrantaire]

Modern!Swush Angst.

I had tooo.

    "Michael, what are you doing?" Sterling asked when he saw his new boyfriend trying to sneak out the back door at the school.     "... Sterling, why aren't you in class?" Sterling held up a hall pass, and tilted his head.     "I forgot my notebook. Where are you going?" Sterling looked out the door, and saw Tony Higgins' car. It was the most recognizable car at the school. "Why the hell are you skipping class with TONY?" Mikey rolled his eyes, and started back towards the door.         "I'm not skipping class with just Tony. Sean, Jake, and Kale are there too. Look, I have to go. I'll call you after school, okay?" He darted forward and kissed Sterling on the cheek, before glancing around and disappearing out the door. Sterling watched him go, before heading back to class. After school, literally moments after school, his phone rang. He didn't even look at the caller ID as he answered it.         "What?"     "Hey, to you too, babe. Can you come get me?" Sterling sighed.     "Where are you?"     "Kale's house..."         "Michael, you guys BROKE UP. You're dating me now, remember?" Sterling couldn't help but wonder if Michael actually DID want to date him, or if he just liked him for the rides Sterling handed out. He knew Michael and Kale had... And well, Michael and Sterling had barely even kissed.     "No fucking duh. That's why I'm calling you, and not spending the night with him. Now will you please come get me, or will I have to find another way home?" Sterling winced when Michael cursed at him, tempted to just hang up. But it was Michael. So he sighed.     "I'll be there soon." When Sterling pulled up to Kale's house, Michael ran outside and jumped in the car.     "Hey there." He said with a smile, leaning over to kiss him. Sterling kissed back for a minute, before pulling away.         "... What the hell have you been doing? You taste like beer. And smoke. Michael.." Mikey rolled his eyes.     "What does it matter? We just hung out a bit. I'm not like, drunk or high or anything. Anyway, why do you always call me Michael? It's so formal." He said with a sigh, slumping down in the seat. Sterling looked at him, and shook his head.     "I can't believe you. You just turned fifteen, Michael Cortez. What the hell are you doing smoking and drinking with those guys? Tony, Sean, Jake... They're all bad news. And I know you don't want to hear it, but Kale was the WORST influence on you.. I'm glad you're broken up." Michael turned to glare at him.     "Of course you're glad we broke up. Because after we broke up, I got with you." Michael said while rolling his eyebrows. "If we hadn't broke up, you'd still just be crushing over me." Sterling glared at him.     "Yeah, well, even though you guys are broken up, and you say we're together, you spend way more time with him then you do with me.." Michael cut him off.     "Oh my God. Please don't go all 'jealous overprotective boyfriend' on me. Three other people were there. Including someone who Kale is actually crushing on, so.. Just don't, okay? We're friends. Best friends. I'm not going to stop hanging out with him because you're upset that he's a 'bad influence'. Seriously, just back off okay?" Sterling stopped the car, and looked at him full on.     "No, I'm not going to back off. How the hell do you think you're going to be any good at acting, get good grades, actually MAKE something of yourself, if you're off getting high and drunk with those losers? I really care about you, Michael. And you're just going to end up hurting yourself." Michael glared at him, and unbuckled his seat belt.     "Whatever, just shut up. Those losers are my friends, and if you can't handle that then..." He opened the car door. "I guess I'll see you later. Thanks for nothing."     "Michael-"     "No, just go home and leave me alone." Michael slammed the door, and started walking, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. Sterling hesitated, wondering whether to follow him for a minute, before Michael turned around and flipped him off. Sterling gritted his teeth, and pulled out his cell phone. He was going to get Michael to stop this. One way or.. the other.

[louisvuittonandleadpipes]

SWUSH. I want Swush. Mwhaha.

"Swifty?"

"What, Mush?"

"I need help with my Spanish homework."

Swifty rolled his eyes and muttered something about Alex speaking Spanish, so Mush should just go and ask him. 

"He's doing Student Government stuff, and Dutchy's at work. Please help me?"

Swifty sighed and put down his video-game controller. 

"What do you need help with?"

"How do you say 'I love you?'"

"Um..." Swifty thought about it for a minute. He hadn't taken Spanish since Sophomore year, when they could switch to a different language. 

"I dunno." he finally replied, shrugging. "I told you that you shouldn't have asked me."

"Te amo."

"What?"

"Te amo, Swifty."

"Okay, sure, whatever."

Swifty went back to his video game and Mush sighed, putting away the Spanish homework he had already completed. 

[louisvuittonandleadpipes]

What I have of my Swush (Swifty/Mush) story insofar:

What d you guys think? Is it okay? 

And sorry for the awkward spacing, I just copied and pasted it, so it turned out a little wonky because tumblr isn't used to the font I use. 

Swifty had liked Mush for as long as they had known each other. At first it was just a gentle liking, thinking that he was adorable when he smiled or blushing when Mush would speak with him.

The problem was, though, that Mush was always with Blink. And not in the way that they were just hanging out all of the time, but in the way that made Swifty feel sick to his stomach whenever he looked at the two of them together.

So he suppressed his like, hanging out with the other newsies and trying, desperately, to keep his eyes away from Mush. Most of the time it worked; most of the time. Still, there were some times when Mush would look back at Swifty, glancing at him as if confused about something. Swifty pretended he didn’t see the inquisitive stare.

They weren’t really friends in the sense where they would tell each other secrets, but they did know each other well enough to hold a decent conversation without it being awkward. Well, in theory. The truth was, Swifty always felt awkward around Mush, stammering and blushing when he would normally be confident and suave.

But Mush had Blink, so Swifty never acknowledged what he was feeling; never let it ripen to fruition, in fear of the heartache he would inevitably suffer.

Then one day, Blink left. It was sudden but silent. One day he was laughing with everyone else, and the next he was gone, belongings swept away with him. No one was expecting it, so they flocked to Mush, vying for information that Mush vehemently denied having.

After the crowd left, about three or fours days after the initial disappearance, Swifty walked up to Mush.

“I don’t know where Blink is,” Mush had stated, shoulders tensing when Swifty had put his arm around him.

“I know,” Swifty had paused there, unsure if he should continue, “but if you ever need to talk about anything, tell me, okay? I’ll be glad to listen or to just be here for you if you need someone.”

He had left then, letting Mush mull over the statement.

~*Swush*~

Even though he had offered to talk to Mush whenever, he was still surprised the first time that Mush asked if he wanted to hang out. He had stuttered out a yes, mentally smacking himself at his pathetic tone.

Mush had wanted to see the ducks and Swifty had to literally restrain himself from pulling Mush towards him and never letting go, ever. So they had gone to the pond for the day, lightly chatting and laughing, all the while trying to catch a duck or two.

 Never let it be known that you can’t fall in love over ducks and bread, because Swifty would argue with you until the day he died.

After that, Mush started hanging out with Swifty more. And not in the sense where they would say hi and go to lunch together occasionally, but in the sense where Swifty would just be doing whatever and Mush would come up to him, asking how he sold and wanting to hang out or whatnot.

He didn’t mind it necessarily, but he did wonder why it was him that Mush decided to turn to. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t ask where Blink had gone to, expecting Mush to know; maybe it was the fact that he never complained when Mush would talk about a bunch of random things. The third option, and the one he was secretly hoping for, was that Mush actually liked him.

He hoped for that one, even though it was definitely less likely than the other two were. And so he never really sought Mush out, instead preferring to wait until mush came to him. He didn’t want to get hurt, no matter how selfish that undoubtedly sounded, and so he never went out of his way to hang out with Mush.

It wasn’t the best way to show that he cared, he knew, but he was cautious. He didn’t want Mush to start to like him as well and then Blink to come back or something; it would just make Swifty know how it felt to have had Mush and then to lose him, a risk he wasn’t sure if he was willing to take.