#I can't close my eyes and go ah yes but they have trans rights in x country thank god!

[menlove]

I hate when smth Bad happens in the states and there's immediately like 10 smug posts like "ugh the us isn't the whole world you know there's good things happening in other countries" as if a) the us isn't a world super power and this very much will have incredibly horrible consequences for many, many other countries like please tell that to mexicans rn especially but also b) you say that shit to literally anyone else on earth like 💀 don't worry about the country where you live that impacts you! when things are bad remember other people have it better! like okay man but unfortunately I do still live here like......

[themachineshepherd]

i thought of this earlier and NEEDED to ask for ur thoughts/hc's on it but.. trans fidds being punished by ford with a vibrator for being a tease :3 thinking about ford tying fidd's hands so he can't touch himself and ford just *barely* slipping it inside of him until fidds is crying and begging for release. AHH THEY'RE SO CUTE

don’t ask me how im so educated on this.

CW: NSFW

:3

praise god for husbands am I right ?

love being fiddauthor irl..

(EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL. I DO NOT WRITE NONCON.)

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• ford thinks it’s adorable when fiddleford tries to tease him

• fidds will grind on him - making eye contact

• other times, he’ll dress in cute panties, and walk around their house hehehehehehe, most times he’s naked.

• ford eventually is like “ok my turn” and will lure fiddleford into their bedroom

• “I’ve got some music playing, and some snacks, want to join me?”

• Fiddleford’s a tad nervous - “am..am i.. in trouble?”

• ford acts confused and basically is like “ohhh, no! just wanting to listen to music with you!”

• he’s like “okay, maybe im NOT in trouble..”

• he’s in SO MUCH TROUBLE!!!

• ford immediately grabs him by his throat as soon as he enters their bedroom

• “you’ve been a really bad boy, fidds. i think it’s time i put you in your place.”

• fidds is trying to get away, but ford’s grip is strong.

• he has rope and handcuffs sitting on the nightstand - next to their bed

• ford knows how fidds is - he tries wiggling his way out of punishments. but ford is stronger than him.

• fidds is quickly cuffed to the bed, whining, his little tdick getting hard <3

• ford is chuckling - “you can’t get out of this now, baby. you made your choice, now you have to suffer the consequences.”

• “yes, sir..” fiddleford knows it’s pointless to argue, ford’s mind is set.

• ford ties fidds’ legs to the bed - grabbing a hitachi vibrator afterwords

• he slips it under the rope on fidds’ legs - pressing it against his lovers tiny dick

• “here we go, sweetie.. you’ll be good for your sir won’t you? hm?” ford turns it on, putting it at the highest setting

• fiddleford starts whining LOUDLY , the feeling of the vibrations against his dick drive him insane.

• “FORD! FORD! FUUUUCK, SIR! SIR! GGODPLEASE”

• ford laughs at him “so pathetic ! come on, slut! you can take it, can’t you?” he takes his boxers and positions himself in front of fidds’ entrance

• ford sloooowly puts his tip in, god he wants to go deeper, but fiddleford needs to be taught a lesson.

• “FUCK! you’re so fucking .. tight. how’s it feeling, puppy?”

• “soggoodsogoodpleasepleasepleaseohmygoditssomuch.”

• ford presses himself deeper, feeling fidds’ walls clench around him.

• “fuck. puppy, im going to fuck your cunt, okay?”

• he can’t help but thrust into him, over , and over.

• “FUCK! you’re so fucking.. big. oh fuck, i think im close already..”

• “ah, ah, ah!” ford grins, slamming his cock into fidds’ hole. “you’re not allowed, this is my time for pleasure. let me fucking use you, my love.”

• he edges fiddleford for about an hour until he cums inside him.. fiddleford’s given permission to cum.

• and when he does - there’s a lot.

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took me forever to write this help me kill me help me /j

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST

[toxi-works-at-culvers]

Uhm, question(s) about your William if you don’t mind me rambling a bit!! Please forgive me if I say some lore inaccurate stuff.. I don’t know your Williams lore head to toe (unfortunately)

How the hell did he hide (if he did hide his pregnancies, I’m going to assume yes because homophobia and what not) a whole — no I’m sorry — three whole pregnancies??? I’ve thought about it a bit too because my William is also a trans man… but seriously… like there’s so much to consider 😭 I know there’s a few obvious answers like “Oh, you know he wears baggy clothes to hide it” but you can’t hide like fatigue and nausea, for example, if that makes sense. Also how did Henry feel about his pregnancies? (if he was aware of them, of course. Excluding Elizabeth because.. ahem.. that’s totally not also his daughter in this case.. cough cough)

Again sorryyy for rambling 😔 I just have a lot of questions, yeah? English isn’t my first language ignore my booty sentence structure pls

HIII NO WORRIES ANON UR GOOD!!! sooo i sort of already did talk about this before HOWEVER i certainly don't mind going over it again. i will paraphrase but you can find the original text Here!

because william is fat, it takes longer for any signs of his pregnancy to be visually noticeable, and so he remains in the public eye during that time and continues performing until he cant anymore.

once he's unable to perform AND it's noticeable that he's pregnant, he shifts to doing more behind the scenes stuff. mostly staying at home and coming in to do paperwork or other shit around the restaurant before any employees arrive to see him and then leaves early/late.

henry and clara both help to cover for him. most people dont ask henry because he'll just give them a glare but if they ask where william went he'll say he's been feeling unwell. clara also does the same. the pregnancy is never announced. unless clara somehow finds a way to look believably pregnant to divert suspicion. shrugs

and if william ever got spotted, a lot of people in the community probably wouldn't even realize. its 1970something after all, and men can't get pregnant right? william is a man. we know this to be true. it could never happen

william could explain nausea with bad food or simply being sick i think. fatigue gets the sick excuse as well. or he could say he's simply tired from all the things he has to manage at the diner. those are admittedly a little less believable but, ah, oh well

as for how henry felt! he was aware of all of them since he and william are both personally close and work close. he acommodates by finding a replacement performer and bringing stuff to william. i think he is prettyyyy neutral for the most part? the first pregnancy with michael, he might be sort of disgusted (he was raised as a christian and all) but opinions sort of change over time. it becomes normal to him. elizabeth is both a terrifying surprise that could fuck everything up and a joy/blessing to him at the same time. he sort of likes getting to care for william while he's pregnant. Normal Boy Best Friend Behavior. Of Course.

& ITS OKAY ANON I LOVE RAMBLING & YOUR ENGLISH WAS PERFECTLY FINE!! THANKS FOR THE ASK :3

[puffpuffmenace]

Roxanne Wolf is like my main fictional crush right now, and I wanted to know if it were possible to request an 'x reader' of Roxy doing makeup for me a trans woman reader (She/Her pronouns)? Essentially just gender validation and fluff if possible 💙

Yes of course of course! I see what I can do. I hope this was executed properly by me 😅

[Also happy pride month guys !! 🏳️‍����🏳️‍⚧️]

Roxanne Wolf x trans!fem!reader !

Gendervalidation !

Reader identifies as woman and uses she/her Pronouns !

Girl x Girl !

『Roxanme Wolf』

• Ah yes, Roxanne Wolf, a beloved band member to kids and teens a like. Shining and thriving with strength and determination.

• But even her own hardwire was insecure. A cursed 'human-like' feature she despised that she felt ocassionally. And despised seeing you feel like it aswell.

• Roxy saw how you were once mocked for having transitioning to female some tome ago. Long before the older adults and ignorant teens found out.

• You becoming a girl was what made you happy, and if it made you happy, she was gonna support it fully.

• But what angered her the most personally is that some people didn't care to learn why people transition, or just plain out insult someone for trying to feel better in their own body?

• I mean, she's a robot, her features can be changed if she requested it. Or were requested by people, so why can't people just let you choose for yourself? That pissed her off.

• But she wasn't going to let pointless, individuals ruin her day or yours.

• And right now, after sweet closing time. You have found yourself in Roxannes room, filled with posters, mirrors, and... miniature car replicas? Aswell as glitter was sprinkled literally everywhere.

• Roxanne was searching in a dresser for makeup that she'd normally use on special occasions that were human skin friendly.

• Her eyes scanned the dresser once more and finally found the bag of makeup.

• " Ohhhh Y/N~... your crooked eyeliner will be gone soon!~ ", the wolf's teasing manner started.

• You blushed a bright red as you but only hung your head low in embarassment. Because You had woken up pretty late and had to do your eyeliner and other makeup routines in the staff bathroom in under 10 minutes.

• You were so much lost in thought that you only realised now, that Roxanne was cubbing gently your chin to her vision.

• And started with skin prep first.

• Roxanne had an unhealthy relationship with glitter sometimes. Because she had 5 eyeshadow palats with glitter in some aswell. And one particular palate only having freaking eyeshadow glitter!

• Blushes and lipstick were also sprawled onto the carpet in different shades for different skintones.

• Roxanne helped you pick up some shades that were complimenting your skin and sparkles that matched with it.

• During the process of the makeup usage, you both had small talk. Until it turned into her just complimenting, amd appreciating you. Like how you do that for her a lot of times. Now it's your turn to feel loved.

• " Hey, Y/N? Remember, anyone that tries to mess with you. Have to go trough me first! "

• " I mean, sure people can be ignorant. But if they were given a explanation anyway, they would forget it in like 2 minutes. Those people are just– Ugh, the worst I tell you! "

• " You are freaking goregous as a girl! "

• her sharp canines opened and she smiled at you sweetly.

• " Now look at you, lookin' just like a Rockstar in a girl's band. ", " I must say, you're slayin' the look. Pretty snatched if i say so myself. "

• You smiled as you looked into the mirror.

• The next morning, the same people that were insulting you and all, apologized thid time and never bothered to treat you like garbadge anymore. But unbeknownst to you, Roxanne was staring intensely at them.

• But if you were to look at her, she just was her normal fashionable self.

• A Wolf has to protect her pack after all~

[micahweil]

Time passed. Thirty years later, in your office, you had a visitor. You figured it was coming, eventually, and you were always ready for it. Time waits for nobody, after all.

Surprisingly, he visited you himself, having taken a more human form so as not to freak out anyone else. It was a small kindness, but a kindness nonetheless. He wore a black suit, bleach-cleaned white shirt, and a lime green tie; he must have had a sense of humor. His hair was short cut, but stark white. You knew, behind those shades he was wearing, were empty voids. You didn't say anything to him as he entered, offering the seat in front of your desk. He took it, and you watched as it contorted into something a bit more comfortable for him - a throne of cold stone and few details. "How have you been, mortal?"

"I've been busy, unfortunately." You leaned back in your chair, watching him for reactions.

"I will say, you do look weary."

"You would be correct on that as well. And you were right - you seem to have gained so many more by letting me live."

"You did, you did...but I didn't expect it to come in such a roundabout way." He smiled and reached for your candy dish, which held a number of wrapped hard candies. Licorice; you were a bit surprised he'd take one of those. "Mortal, you've done well."

"Roundabout? Well, I guess you could call it that." You motioned to the files on your desk, hanging on a rack so you could reach them without issue. "Go ahead, take your pick." He popped the candy in his mouth and pointed at a red one. You picked it up and began to look it over. "Ah yes, the Raskin case. Three guys show up at a rally for reproductive rights and start spraying bullets. Eighteen killed, fourty-three injured. Sentencing is next week. Death penalty under the new laws is probable."

"More than probable. I've got the schedule and my agents are ready to collect." He smiled, his teeth faded with age. "And all because of you, if I'm not mistaken."

"The law." You put the folder back in place. "It's just 'eye for an eye', like the old times. I just happened to point it in the right direction, for the right causes." You pulled a green folder. "Torture case. Parents are religious extremists and decided to have a priest 'exorcise the demons' that inhabited their trans daughter. Daughter's alive, but the parents are going away for a long time. Can't send them all your way, no matter how hard I try."

"I don't think that will be an issue." He chuckled darkly.

"...what do you know? They're religious. Suicide's out of the question."

"No...but sympathetic inmates are."

You nodded slowly. "I suppose you would have that knowledge, wouldn't you?" You sighed and turned your chair so you were looking at your office's bookshelves. "This isn't a social visit, is it?"

"It isn't. I'm actually on business." He reached over and pulled out the only black folder you had sitting in the rack. "This one's out of place."

"...no, it isn't. It's a current case, one I'm trying personally." You paused. "Multiple, actually. All happen to be related to the same thing. That one's the really important one."

He opened it and began to read. His eyebrows raised. "This is going after a state representative."

"Yep. Incited their followers to go on that attack that killed thousands across the country. Everyone involved has been arrested. Some have already been convicted, but others are still being tried. It seems that they're waiting on me to finish with that rep."

"And then what will happen?"

"Likely? The ones doing the murdering will be convicted and sentenced. There will be executions. You stand to gain...oh...close to fifty thousand souls."

"And a fine harvest it will be." He closed the folder and put it away for you. "But...I am a bit confused. With convictions and and cases still being tried, that's only a couple of hundred at best. Why did you give me such a big number?"

You chuckled. "Perceptive." You turned back to him. "I've got this representative dead to rights. They'll be convicted and sentenced. Likely, not to death, but to be put away for the rest of their natural lives. Their friends will take to their podiums and declare that this is a miscarriage of justice, that they did nothing wrong, yadda yadda yadda. More maniacs will take this as permission to riot, and...the cops aren't going to be as gentle with them this time. Not after being made to look like fools during the last incident."

He smiled again. "You sure know your stuff." He stood up. "Well, I have to get going. Business to attend to." He turned away, the chair returning to its original form. He held the back of the seat. "...mortal, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Like the cops will." He chuckled at his own joke. "Do you regret any of this? You are responsible for the deaths I said you would be."

"I am not causing the deaths. They do that to themselves. I just facilitate it." You looked up at him, passion in your eyes as you caught his gaze from behind his glasses. "And I'll do it for as long as you leave me here. The people I prosecute are causing harm trying to fit people into their perceptions of the world. There is death. There is misery. I'm not going to stand for that."

He nodded a little bit. "Most mortals, when they are told that they'll cause more death if I let them stay, fret. Worry. Panic. Some take their own lives to prevent it. Others...they lean into it so gleefully, like your representative there. You, though...you're one of the few." He reached into his jacket. "You're one of the few who do something objectively good with the news." He pulled something just as the door flew open. There was a single shot.

You watched as the person coming in fell forward onto the ground. He had a gun in his hand, which skittered towards your desk. You were shocked, gripping your chair's arm rests. The god looked at you and smiled. "I said I was here on business. I was here to claim you, finally." He put the gun away. "But...a soul is a soul. I'll take the bad ones over the good ones." He walked out, stepping over the body as he did so.

It was clear, after the investigation, that the man was a supporter of that representative, and that was going to be an assassination attempt on you to prevent the case from coming to a conclusion. You would be well guarded after that, and in the end, you were right. Conviction, riots, more convictions, more riots, and more death. All because of you, all in the name of protecting those who needed it the most.

What worried you, however, was that the God of Death had spared you twice. That was never a good sign.

During a near-death experience, you came face-to-face with the God of Death, and pleaded to be returned to the world of the living. He granted your request, and sent you away with the chilling parting words: “Why should I regret letting one soul go, when I stand to gain so many more in return?”

[penasanchor]

"You never seemed to really like me."

"But I never hated you either."

from @creativepromptsforwriting

TW: dying mention, drug abuse implication, rape implication, transphobia, familial issues, etc (I want to write more this year. Here are 1.3k words of shitty writing about a trans man meeting his transphobic mother on her deathbed. I did not edit this or proofread this or anything bc I'm lazy and I just want to write and my only priority right now is the puking out of words. also it doesn't have a proper ending because I can't be bothered <3 bye love u) ─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Why are hospitals always so cold? Maybe it's a scam by "big company" to make the sick sicker. Maybe it's like refrigerating the patients. Slows down the rot? I thought of anything to not think of what was to come. Coming to see her was a choice I was starting to regret already, as the breakfast I had (and enjoyed, might I add) was now having a rough time with my stomach tying into knots. But then again, I feel like there wasn't much choice at all. Ding. "Seventh floor."

I mean, it's my mom after all. If she's dying I had to come, right? "Uh, hi." I spoke to the nurses at the desk, clutching the flowers I had brought. "Which room is Louise Marvins in?"

Why does even saying her name sound awkward? God, if even this is awkward, I'm sure not looking forward for actually talking to her.

I'm snapped out of my worries when the nurse, looking on his computer, spoke out. "I'm sorry, we don't have a Louise Marvins here."

Huh?

Oh, right! "Yes, sorry, she remarried. I forgot. Uh, Louise Hawkins?" Ah, more things to be worried about. I'll have to face her new family. It was my aunt that contacted me about her condition, so I'm yet to speak to my... stepdad? I guess, that would make him? Ugh.

"Room 714!" The nurse let me know with a smile beaming on his face. Cute. I thanked him, and walked where the signs led me. I straightened out my hopefully somewhat decent-looking clothes.

What will I even talk to her about?

As I slow my pace to find the correct room, a man walks out of a room in front of me. He's tall, lanky, and all of his facial features are drowned out by the absolute sight of a grown-out beard. He locks eyes with me, and that's when I recognize him. "Ah, it's you. I heard you'd be coming." He approaches me with his hand stuck out. I get all my nervous sweats on him when we shake hands.

"Yes, hi. You're Dave, right?"

He nods. "Yeah, that's me. Uh..." Why does he look nervous? "How... should I... uh... address you? I guess? Sorry." Ah. That's why.

"You can call me Eli." So he's heard. I wonder how it was told to him. Was it like a "I've got a confused daughter" or, would I be naive to hope that it was "I've got a trans son."

Nah, I don't think she's capable of that. At least her new husband's nice about it.

"Alright, Eli. I was just popping out to grab some food, but I'll give you two some privacy in there. I'll wait outside when I get back. Take all the time you need." I smile to him, softly let out a "Thank you" and grab the door handle. How much time do I need with her anyway?

I take a deep breath as I open the door.

Oh. She looks so... weak. She's lying down on the bed, tubes going out of her into beeping machines. Her bones are so visible under her skin. Her eyes are closed. I guess all the shit she took in her youth finally caught up with her.

I walk towards her. "Mom?" I hate that word.

She opens her eyes. "Emily?"

I shudder. Do I fight her on this? I mean, she's dying. But isn't that all the more reason to want to be acknowl-

"Sorry, that's probably not what you, uh, want to be called."

Oh.

I take a while before I can respond. I'm having trouble processing this. It feels... bittersweet. Wait, why is it bitter? I should be happy. This is all I ever wanted. Ah... I wanted it so bad back then. I wanted it while she still felt like family to me. That's the bitter.

"Eli. My name's Eli." I can barely make eye contact with her. I can barely even look at her.

"I didn't know you'd be coming to see me." Wait, is she smiling at me?

She is. She's... happy, to see me.

I'm unsure of what to say.

"You really look like a guy now. I wouldn't have recognized you if I didn't know that you had all these surgeries done and stuff." Her words are slow and breathy.

I nod my head slowly in response, trying to find the ability to converse with her.

I guess she couldn't find anything more to say either, as we sit in silence for a bit.

"It's less surgeries and more hormones, really." My words are quiet like when I first came out to her.

"Oh, sorry. I don't know much about this stuff. Isn't it surgeries though, like your..." she waves a finger at my face, "facial hair and stuff."

I smile and shake my head. "Testosterone."

"Oh!" She looks... pleasantly surprised.

It feels like there's balloon where my heart once was. Pushing on everything around it, making my chest feel full. But, of course, the inside of the balloon is empty.

Another moment of silence.

She asks how I've been, and what I've been up to. I let her know about my job, and hesitantly also about my boyfriend, and from there the conversation starts flowing naturally. We talk for around an hour, and I make one of the only happy memories I have with my mother.

When the conversation dies down again, the grief of what I could have had settles in. If only she had changed like this while I was still under her care. Emotions get the better of me.

"Can I ask a question?" I let out.

"Hm?" She lets out in response.

Here we go, I guess. "Why did you hate me?" I ask outright. Her face drops. "I mean, when I was a kid. Even before I came out to you, you always... you... I don't know. For as long as I can remember, you never loved me like I was your kid."

"I didn't hate you."

"You never seemed to really like me, though." I retort. I can't help the tears that start to gather in my eyes.

"But I never hated you either, Eli" I try to swallow the lump in my throat away. She lets out a breath before adding. "I'm sorry I was never able to love you properly. It's one of my biggest regrets in life, I can promise you that. And trust me when I say, I tried! I did. I promise I did. I tried my best." Is it cynical of me to think she's repeating it to try to convince herself it's true? "I just..." She looks away from me.

There's a long pause, and the tears are down my cheek now, and I've started sniffling.

She continues. "I just hated that everything was taken away from me. All because of... that guy." Her bony fingers grip onto her blanket. She looks back at me.

"I'm sorry." I let out.

"No! Don't ever be sorry. I'm the one that should be sorry. It's not your fault the way you were... conceived. I'm sorry. You were put on this earth under my care, and I failed you. I failed you, Eli." She's joined me in crying now.

I guess this is closure. Why does it feel like shit? I mean, would it have been worse to not hear these words from her? If her life ended with my impression of her remaining that she's a transphobe that hated me, would I have been at peace? Or would I be angry at her til the day I died? Isn't it worse now, knowing she was capable of change? She was capable of being nice to me, but she wasn't until now? Now, where I'm older, where I don't need her care anymore? Isn't it worse to forever think about the could've-been? I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I can't even have time to have good memories with her, as her son, because she's fucking dying. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

[b00t-s]

We're all gossip-y bitches sometimes

this is part two

Janus xey/xem

Roman she/he

Patton he/him

Virgil he/him

See the character intros for more info

TW. Swearing, arguments, alcohol, drunk characters, the word v//mit is used once, characters being characters, past trauma mentioned, tiny tiny tiny sprinkle of angst but just a passing of it at end, and nothing to intense

Again, tell me if I'm being insensitive. Shout at me if I am.

Summary: Patton goes to talk to Janus about Roman. The group opens...'some' bottles. Virgil adds on some...interesting opinions.

Events occur few hours after this.

Janus just finished xeir nightly shift when Patton came bounding up to xem. Janus raised an eyebrow at how ecstatic he looked.

"Yes?" Xey managed out, forcing back the hundreds of snarky comments xey could of said right then.

"Can you hang out at My house later?" Patton practically beamed out.

"why would I want to 'hang out'? It's just a social construct created to give people a higher sense of being." Janus remarked, flipping to closed/open side to closed.

"So you'll be there?"

"hmm. Will doom-and-gloom be there?

"doom and---ohhh, Virge. Yeah, probably," Patton realised now that this was a bad mix of people to invite "probably-probably not for long though!"

"Fine" Janus replied, taking off xeir apron. Xey ignored the obvious lie. "I'll be there in an hour." Xey knew one way or another xey would end up there due to Patton's... effective persuading.

"Great!" Patton exclaimed "oh yeah, and...um...it's raining outside so..take my umbrella, kay?"

His tone more serious all of a sudden, Patton nodded to Janus' heavily made up face, so well done an ignorant bystander wouldn't of noticed the thick layers of foundation on xeir face.

Patton handed xem a translucent umbrella, patterned with cute frogs and flowers, to Janus. Ignoring the distasteful cartoons, Janus nodded and took the umbrella.

"See you soon, Jan!" Patton cheerily waved as he bounced off.

Janus folded xeir apron, opened Patton's umbrella and braved the outdoors.

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Janus arrived at Patton's house exactly on time, bone dry, despite the heavily flowing rain. Patton expected nothing less of his friend. He invited xem inside, amazed as always by his friend's everyday fashion.

Jan was wearing a casual yellow shirt over a long sleeved black shirt. Fishnet gloves adorned xeir hands, and xeir ruffled hair was let lose.

Xeir fashionably messy hair was topped with a neatly placed black fedora, which of xey never took off. Xey even scarred persuaded Thomas to let xem wear it to work.

Patton offered xem a smile, and walked xem upstairs. "Hi Jan!" He grinned.

"Hello" xey replied mundanely.

Xey absent-mindedly glanced at Patton's outfit, which contained a violet cashmere sweater, bell bottomed jeans, circular silver glasses and a sunflower clip in his perfect curls.

It was a good look, xey had to admit.

When they both reached Patton's room, Janus stood still, taking in xeir surroundings.

Patton's room was covered with things from the 2000's; Tamagotchi's, stickers pressed up against the pastel wall, stuffed animals, wristbands, old CD's, care bears posters and butterfly clips littering the floor in a deadly trap.

A trans flag was pinned above the single bed with blue tack, right next to some inspirational and motivational quotes.

The whole place looked like it had been puked on by unicorns.

It hurt Janus' eyes.

Xey was a little overwhelmed by all the spiraling colours and nostalgia-inducing objects, so xey sat cross-legged in the middle of the pink carpet. The world slowed down.

Janus wondered, not for the first time, how a 29 year old could be this cheerful.

.

Or appear this cheerful.

"Jan?"

Janus gave a small twitch of xeir head, realising that xey had spaced out. "Hmm?" Xey replied.

"Hey, you were up with the clouds! I was just saying, I think Virge is here" Patton chirped.

"oh"

"he...might be staying for a little longer then i said"

"How wonderful." Janus muttered, knowing this would happen but hating it anyway.

"oh, don't be like that! I'm sure you guys could become friends!" Janus snorted. "Or...at least not kill at each other whenever you're in the same general area" Patton corrected.

"Anyway! I'm going to greet him at the door!" He suddenly proclaimed, skipping downstairs.

Janus was disgusted at how naïve this man was.

But that was a lie.

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Patton slowed his happy skip to a casual walk. His grin slipped into a content smile as he reached the end of the stairs. Being so happy takes its toll on people, he thought. Soft tapping of the door interrupted his thoughts as he opened the door to reveal Virgil.

The first thing you notice about this man was his unfair tall-ness. He nearly had to duck to get inside; being too skinny didn't help. Virgil was wearing a plain black hoodie over a mcr top, completing the look with a short, pleated skirt and docs. His face was slathered in white foundation, accompanied with dark eyeshadow under his eyes.

"Virge!! I'm glad you could make it, even if you are late!!Again!" Patton hugged his friend, genuinely glad for his presence. The taller man patted Patton's curls awkwardly.

"Heyyyy Pat-" Virgil did the awkward pats on the back everyone does when they want to get out of a hug but don't want to say it in fear of hurting ones feelings. "Traffic-"

Patton withdrew from the hug and smiled. "okay! at least you're here safe! Can't control the traffic"

"Janus is waiting for us upstairs" Patton continued. He hurriedly carried on speaking before Virgil could spit out an insult about xem "say, you know what I hate about stairs? They're always up to something!" Patton laughed at his own joke, whilst Virgil pretended to face-palm, hiding a snigger.

"Alright, Alright dAd, didn't you say snake face was waiting for us?" Virgil mocked. Patton chuckled uncomfortably at the nickname, but nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, we shouldn't leave xem waiting"

They both entered his room, having walked the short journey there in a comfortable silence. Patton noted Janus had not moved from were he left xem; xey had just shifted to read a book xey most likely found lying around. Janus looked up upon their arrival, xeir face immediately twisting into a mocking grimace upon seeing Virgil. "ah, you brought the racoon"

"Janus play nice--"

"you're one to talk, you participated in 2012 Tumblr" Virgil threw back

"must you be so wounding" Janus dramatically threw xeir hand against xeir forehead.

"okAY, that's enough guys." Patton firmly said. Janus pulled a face in reply, and Virgil returned the favour. Patton sighed. He just wanted them to get along, which was probably a high expectation by itself.

Perhaps he had booze leftover somewhere.

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Twelve near fist fights, two crying sessions and many, many, many bottles of alcohol later, it was nearing eleven pm and the group was drunker than a litter of catnip high kittens.

They all crowded into a close-knit circle on the bed, nearly falling off but not caring.

"ssso your telling me that flashy asss hhimbo sssssaid I wasss hot but then rude and that I wore too muchh makeup? What a *hic* bitchh" Janus hissed.

Patton giggled. "yeeeeee, be nice though! She was kindaaaa alllllllll over the place!" Patton continued bluntly, "But how would you feel if I set you guys up????~"

"oh pleassssse do, I would just love that" Janus may be trashed but xey still knew sarcasm. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending who you are, Patton did not.

"yayyy! This is gonna be great!!"

Virgil butted in then, waving around the bottle he was holding "hold on, just holllld on a minute there, you're planning to set up that" he vaugly gestured in Janus' direction "with Princy??? Xey've known her for what, 4 minutes? Life isn't a disney movie"

"Dare I detect a hint of jealousy there emo?" Janus purred "am I that lovable?" Xey hiccuped.

"ooooooooh" Patton leaned into the circle, loving the drunk drama.

"wouldn't you like to know weather boy" Virgil droned back, finishing off the bottle.

"Honey, I would dare ssay that was a yesss"

"nO"

"oooooo, you liiiiike meeeEe"

"you disgust me"

"kinky"

Patton shook his hands excitingly at them, nearly hitting Virgil, causing them to shut up. "I can't believe you're finally open to a relationship after what happened! With my best friend no least! Boy did I try to get you to go on more dat--" Patton suddenly clasped his hands over his mouth as if he just said something nasty.

.

.

Everyone went silent. Janus stared at Patron, xeir mouth slightly parted. Virgil laughed nervously to try and break the tension. It sounded strained.

Janus began to speak to stop Patton from starting to spout drunken apologies. "Well thatssss jusst a liee, I've dated pleeenty of people over..well...that...period..of time."

Everyone went silent again, not quite sure on what to say.

Virgil's anxiety was heightening due to the social awkwardness and the influence of the alcohol.

Patton was fidgeting in his lap.

It was Janus yet again who broke the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Sssso, *hic* you ssaid you wanted me to go out with thisss idiot?"

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and we meet our boi virgil

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