#i also used to have a drunk alter ego

[rimeswithpurple]

Look! It’s a new banner! Thank you to @blackberrysummerblog for the tag. I can't begin to tell you how excited I was to get more Crucible Marriage AU!

I got absolutely no drawing done this week because the Cirque AU has me in a chokehold. I decided to ride out this wave of hyper fixation for as long as it lasts.

I've been having so much fun doing various deep dives in different aspects of Cirque du Soleil. We're talking AMAs, a day in the life videos, and any and all manner of behind the scenes videos. The Little Purples have been subjected to endless hours of my Cirque du Soleil playlist in the car.

I'm exceedingly amused by this note I left myself:

As if I'm not the one writing it. In truth, despite my outline, none of this went the way I thought it would.

Here's a bit of tipsy Baz POV for your Sunday:

I wish I could always be here. In this pub, sitting a booth and pressed up against Snow. He’s so warm and solid. He must be nice to wake up to on a rest day or any day, really. I bet he wouldn’t even fight me when I steal the covers. Perhaps, I may have had too much to drink.

Our height difference isn’t quite as pronounced when we’re sitting and his broad shoulders are so inviting. He’s so captivated by the American’s story, I wonder if he’d notice my head leaning on them. The perfect crime.

Baz's drunk inner monologue is very much my own drunk inner monologue.

I hope you all have a lovely Sunday! Here are some hugs and high fives:

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[socseptember]

Welcome to Soc September!

This is a blog that will only be active during September! In The Outsiders fandom we put most of our focus on the greasers. So this event is dedicated to all the underrated SOCs in the book, movie, and musical! It's not a contest or anything, just something to appreciate them all and have fun! If you want to participate please tag things with Soc September or tag this blog!

Here is how to participate!

Make artwork, headcanons, fanfiction, etc. of any SOC characters! Whether its more well-known ones like Cherry or Paul. Or ensemble members of the musical! Heck, even soc ocs you might have work! We accept just about everything! The last full week of September will also have a special event with prompts on the daily! We do accept ships including greasers but the greaser can't be the focus.

Prompts are here

Things that aren't accepted

We don't accept writing or art of the following

NSFW things about any characters, if its a bit suggestive that's different. But don't do anything blatantly NSFW. Also do not justify characters' actions if they are truly terrible. If you're writing in Bob's perspective of jumping Pony and Johnny and he's like "They deserve it!" that's ok since it's his perspective. But if you're doing character analysis and you're like "Cherry was evil for not saying hi to Pony and Bob was in the right to try and murder Pony!" that's a bit different. Blood and such is allowed just put a TW!

If you don't know the SOCs here they are under the cut

Cherry Valance- The redhead that Dally hits on and helps change Pony's perspective on SOCs. Marcia is her best friend and Bob is her boyfriend (or ex depending on how you look at it) She can be rather fierce and has an interesting perspective on things. She's kinda the main soc

Bob Sheldon- A curly headed blonde (or straight, dark haired) 18 year old. He's more villanized in the book and is killed in self-defense by Johnny. He's a mean drunk but is also a good leader and well-liked by SOCs. Cherry's boyfriend.

Randy Adderson- A dark haired 18 year old. Best friend to Bob and helps jump Pony and Johnny. He has a change in perspective after Bob's death and has a chat with Pony that helps humanize the SOCs. He's the boyfriend to Marcia though it is disputed on if they actually care about one another romantically.

Marcia M. Marcia- A SOC girl with shorter black hair. She is best friends with Cherry and is not seen outside of the drive-in scene. She is very witty and has a flirtatious conversation with Two-Bit Mathews. Many have begun to ship them. She doesn't have a set last name nor really a visible personality.

Paul Holden- An older SOC guy. Used to be good friends with Darry Curtis. Currently in college and skilled in football. Not much is known about his history with Darry but the fans have come up with a lot of it.

Chet Baker, Trip (Terrence Ib), Brill (Clark Brillsteen)- Musical ensemble SOC boys. Friends of Bob. Chet seems to have a crush on Cherry and may get with her after the end.

Beverly- Soc girl ensemble, dislikes the greasers. Melody Rose has given bits and pieces of her personality but she doesn't have any lines.

Melvin and Sergei- The soc boy alter egos of melody rose and sarahgrace. The best soc boys overall

Greg Parker- He's from the weird TV show and I know next to nothing about him

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Midnight | Chapter 18 | S.R

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Chapter Summary - whilst trying to clean up the mess you made, Luke makes a discovery. Spencer and Luke have it out before Spencer comes to a realisation about his mental state.

A/N - chapter starts just before the end of the last chapter as reader is storming away from Luke.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - use of “bitch” and “whore” (not towards reader), mentions of sexual assault, blackmail, swearing, murder, blood, PTSD, talk of split personas and alter egos. WC - 4.7k

Chapter 18 - Uncontainable

When you stormed away from Luke back towards the cabin, the raised voice coming from inside stopped you in your tracks as you reached the front porch. All your years of FBI training kicked in at that moment and you slowly and cautiously crept to the window. 

The first thing you saw was a wave of bright red hair flashing before your eyes as the person it belonged to moved frantically back and forth. But it soon became clear she wasn’t moving of her own accord. 

Spencer, who was only wearing a pair of underwear, shook her by her wrist somewhat violently, yelling in her face. 

“Listen you little bitch, do you have any idea how many people are actually assaulted every day? How many don’t report it because they’re scared they won’t be believed? And you want to use their real pain for your own sick gain?”

You frowned at his words, trying to deduce what they were arguing about whilst also making sure you didn’t make a sound. 

“You know you’re not helping yourself right? If you bruise me it’ll only make my story seem more believable.” Mary spat back at him and you saw Spencer quickly let her go. “And don’t think I haven’t seen the bruises on your lovely wife. I’m sure she would back up my story.” 

Story? What story? Was she exploiting Spencer? Had Luke told her who you really were and now she was trying to blackmail him? He said something about unreported assaults, was she going to tell people he assaulted her? 

“The only story she would back up is the one where you’re a desperate little whore who shamelessly wanted to fuck a man you perceived to married.” He barked at her. 

“Well I guess we’ll see won’t we? Who’s going to believe the strange out of towner over the young, innocent girl.” 

That was all you needed to hear. You could put an end to this, clear up this mess before it got out of hand. 

You crept around the side of the cabin and let yourself in the back gate. You made sure to walk silently up the spiral staircase that led to the first floor patio and thank god you’d been too drunk to think about locking the bedroom doors last night. 

You snuck inside and quickly found the SIG in Spencer’s nightstand. You’d done this so many times before, sneaking up on an unsub, it was like second nature. Breathe through your nose, steady, shallow breaths. Feet barely ghosting the floor. Do not make a sound. Keep the gun pointing straight ahead. 

You silently made it down the stairs and you heard her voice again as you reached the kitchen door. 

“I told you I want out of this town. I work three jobs and I am nowhere close to having enough. Finding out your little secret is the best thing that could have happened to me. So if you don’t give me what I want, I will disgrace the former FBI agent Spencer Reid and tell everyone that you raped me. Ten grand should do it.” 

You could feel the anger rolling off of Spencer in waves before you even entered the room. He would see you the second you stepped inside and you had to hope he could control his facial expressions long enough so Mary wouldn’t see you coming. 

“Let’s just talk about this, please?” He was begging her as you slowly pushed open the door. His eyes flicked over toward you and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. 

“No, no more talking. You pay me now or I will go straight to the cops.” 

You cocked the gun and if she heard it, it would have been too late. You aimed at the back of her head and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The sound of the gunshot rang out through the room as the bullet hit its target and continued careening out the front of her skull towards the wall. 

She made a pathetic gasping sound as her body crumbled to the floor right at Spencer’s feet. The shock was written all across his face as he looked up at you, still holding the smoking gun in your hand. 

You tucked it in your waistband and strolled closer to Spencer whose mouth was hanging open and wide eyes glared at you in a stupor. 

“W-what did you…? Why did you?” He croaked out as you stepped closer, not a single hint of remorse in your eyes. 

“Karma’s a bitch.” You shrugged simply. “And so was she.” 

“Are you insane?” He yelled in exasperation. “We don’t kill close to home! How are we supposed to talk our way out of this?”

Her blood was splattered across his bare torso and arms, but he didn’t seem to notice, his frustration taking precedence. 

“She was threatening you! What was I supposed to do? Let her tell the whole town you raper her? Or let you fork over all of our cash to keep her quiet?” You glared at him. 

“Fuck, Y/N, this is bad.” He scratched his head, trying to formulate a plan. “We need to clean this up. We need to make sure every inch of this cabin is as clean as when we found it. We need to get her body in the trunk of the car, we need to dispose of it, and then we need to leave town.” 

“Leave town? That will only make us look more guilty.” You scoffed. 

“By the time they figure out she’s missing we will be so far away from here, they will never find us. And with any luck the freaking BAU won’t find us again either!” He spat. 

You rolled your lip between your teeth and took a step back.

“You know that Luke was here.” You looked guilty. 

“Yes, Y/N I do. Fuck, this is falling apart like a house of goddamn cards.” 

“I’m…I'm sorry.” You swallowed thickly, your previous bravado fading around you. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Hey, hey. It’s ok.” He stepped around Mary’s body closer to you, suddenly softening. “You were trying to help.” 

He cupped your cheek in his hand and held you so gently you could cry. He looked at you as though you hung the moon, his love for you so painfully clear at that moment. 

“I fucked up, Spence.” Your bottom lip quivered. 

“And we’ll fix it. Together, ok? We’re in this together, sweetheart. I promise you we will figure this out.” He leant closer to you and pressed his lips to yours. 

You believed him, you had no reason not to. If anyone was going to be able to set this right it was Spencer. When the two of you worked together, it was some kind of magic. With Spencer on your side this didn’t seem quite as daunting as it actually was. 

***

Luke’s cell phone rang as he was letting himself back into the hire car. He grinded his teeth, not particularly wanting to talk to anyone right now. 

His encounter with you had left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew there was something bigger at play here, he knew Spencer had done something, he just had no idea how to prove it. 

He slid into the driver's seat and pulled his phone from his pocket, brows furrowing instantly when he saw the name on the display. He gnawed his bottom lip and answered it, placing the device to his ear. 

“Phil?” He ran his fingers over his stubble. 

“Hey man,” Phil’s voice lacked its usual bounce and under normal circumstances Luke would have asked what was wrong but it was the least of his concerns right now. 

“I’m sorry now really isn’t a good time.” Luke slotted the key in the ignition but didn’t start the engine. 

“I really need to talk to you.” 

“I’m up to my eyes in a case, I’ll call as soon I’m-”

“It’s about Duncan Green.” Phil cut him off. 

Luke’s hand that was still on the key fell to his lap as his blood froze in his veins. It had been several years since he’d last heard that name but it didn’t make it any less sinister. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Luke leant back against the chair, gaze somewhere out of the window but not focused on anything. He could feel every erratic beat of his heart. 

“A body was found in a shallow grave in the Rio Grande National Forest in Colorado. We got a call after local cops got a match to his prints.” Phil’s tone was morose, not at all how Luke expected him to react to this. 

“He’s dead?” Luke wanted to jump for joy but he put the party on hold. He could tell there was something Phil wasn’t saying. 

“Had his throat cut. He’s been living in Albuquerque under the assumed name of Matthew Richards since his escape from prison.” 

Luke closed his eyes, holding the phone in a vice like grip. Green had been murdered, his body found in Colorado. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his cool, at least for the time being. 

“Is it a coincidence or do you think someone tracked him down?” Luke kept his eyes squeezed tightly shut. 

“I don’t believe in coincidences. The bureau still has sightings of him come in everyday but you know we can’t check out every lead, it would be impossible. But the Green case was accessed just a few weeks ago and again a week ago by the same government login details.” Phil’s voice sounded even more sullen. 

“Who’s were they?” Luke held his breath, already having a pretty good idea of what he might say. 

“L. Alvez.” Phil sighed as he spoke. 

Luke opened his eyes, slamming his hand violently against the steering wheel and letting out an animalistic groan. 

“Fuck.” He spat, slamming the wheel again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“I can only assume it wasn’t you?”

“Of course it wasn’t me!” Luke spat, pinching the bridge of his nose firmly between his fingers. 

There were only two people who he could think of that would have accessed that file. You knew him well enough to assume his login password, like it wouldn’t be hard for him to guess yours. And Spencer was a goddamn genius and it wouldn’t be at all difficult for him to figure it out. 

He had a post it note on his desk at work, hidden under his keyboard with his password scrawled on it, even though he knew it was dumb to do so. Realistically anyone at the BAU could have found it and logged onto the database as him but you and Spencer were the only ones who had the motive to do so. 

Green killed your sister, it wasn’t a far stretch to think you would have wanted him dead. And if Spencer was really in love with you, maybe he’d do just about anything for you, including finding the monster who ruined your life. 

He took a few deep breaths to try and compose himself before he spoke again. 

“How far is the National Forest from Crested Butte?” He grumbled, still pinching his nose. 

“Uh, why?” Phil’s tone was riddled with confusion.

“Just look, please?” 

“Fine, let me check.” Phil started tapping away at a keyboard for a moment or two before he spoke again. “About one hundred and sixty miles south, give or take.” 

“Goddamnit.” Luke hit the steering wheel again. 

“You gonna fill me in on what angle you’re working here, Alvez?” 

“I…no not yet.” Luke shook his head. “I gotta go.” 

“Alvez, tell me what you’re thinking.” Phil remained calm. 

“I can’t. Not yet. I need to piece this together first.”

“I can help you.” 

“No, you can’t. I’ll call you later.” Luke quickly pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up, smacking the wheel several more times. “God-fucking-damnit Y/N, what have you done?” 

Suddenly he grabbed the keys back out of the ignition and was hurling himself onto the street and marching in the direction of your cabin. 

***

Spencer closed every single one of the curtains on the house just to be sure. He wiped the residual blood off his torso, he’d shower properly later as he was bound to get dirty again, and threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, foregoing a shirt. 

While he was busy doing that, you laid out garbage bags and wrapped Mary’s dead body in them, sealing every inch to ensure no more unnecessary blood leaked out. You dragged her dead weight through to the kitchen, on your way towards the back door when there was a sudden and rampant knocking at the door. 

You froze in your tracks just as Spencer appeared at the top of the stairs. He looked at you, now covered in Mary’s blood after wrapping her up. He slowly padded downstairs, as quietly as possible in the hopes whoever was at the door would think you were out. 

But then they knocked again. 

“Y/N, I know you’re in there! Open the door!” Luke’s voice carried through to you both. 

“Shit.” You hissed, ducking below the kitchen counter even though the curtains were drawn. 

“He’s not gonna leave easily.” Spencer sighed, looking down at himself to ensure there was no visible blood. “You stay here, it’s about time Luke and I had it out anyway.” 

“Spencer, there’s a blood pool in the middle of the room and a fucking bullet in the wall!” You reminded him, glaring at him from the floor where Mary’s trash bag covered body was laying next to you. 

“Shit,” he groaned. “You’re right. If I open the door he might try and force his way in.” 

“Y/N! Open this goddamn door!” Luke yelled louder this time. 

“I’ll go round back, it might look suspicious but it’s better than the alternative.” He nodded to himself. “Stay here and don’t make a sound.” 

“Spencer!” You whined, halting him in his tracks. “I’m scared.” 

He rolled his lip between his teeth and moved closer to you, dropping to his knees next to you and cupping your face. 

“I’m going to take care of it sweetheart. I promise you, everything is going to be ok.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before standing back up and you watched him stroll out of the kitchen towards the back door. 

You whimpered a little when Luke knocked again, heavier and angrier than before. You held your breath, moving to a sitting position on the kitchen floor and drawing your legs up to your chest and leaning back against the cupboard.

Spencer marched through the garden and out of the side gate, ready to face Luke for hopefully the final time. 

“Y/N open the fucking door! I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me!” Luke slammed his palms against the door just as Spencer was rounding the house and stopped at the bottom of the porch steps. 

“You’re gonna be here a long time then.” He folded his arms across his chest and he saw Luke tense at the sound of his voice. 

Slowly, the older man turned to face him, hands going to his hips and squaring his shoulders. 

“Where is she?” Luke spat. 

“That's none of your concern.” Spencer kept his cool, he needed to keep his anger bottled up if he was going to get through his encounter. 

“She’s my friend.” He folded his arms too.

“But she’s my wife.” Spencer smirked, unfolding his own arms and proffering his ring finger toward Luke.

“You and I both know that’s not real.” Luke scoffed. 

“It’s a symbol, Alvez. She loves me and who knows, maybe one day we’ll make it real. So stop chasing her down like a pathetic love struck puppy. She doesn’t want you, man, deal with it.” Spencer shrugged, offering him a slightly sympathetic smile. 

“You think that’s what this is about? You think I came all this way because I want to win her heart? We’re not in high school, Reid.” He rolled his eyes. 

“I think you’re jealous and you’re concocting scenarios in your head as a way of making yourself feel better when the truth is, Y/N and I just wanted to get away from it all. From you all. Do us a favour and leave us alone, Alvez. We don’t need you chasing after us.” Spencer spat as Luke headed down the front steps towards him.

“So it’s just a coincidence that Duncan Green turned up dead in the same state you and Y/N decided to call home?” 

Spencer’s breath caught in his throat. It felt like a trap, he needed to pick his words very carefully. He made sure to keep his expression unchanged, didn’t even so much as blink at Luke’s words but inside he was panicking. 

Just take a breath. Calm down. Don’t rise to it. 

“Who?” Spencer hid the recognition from his face, but Luke still saw through it. 

“Don’t play dumb, Reid. It doesn’t suit you.” Luke rolled his eyes. “Duncan Green, the man who killed Y/N’s sister, who broke out of prison and who we were chasing at the FTF for years. He was found with his throat cut less than two hundred miles from here and my user was the last to look him up. All seems a little coincidental doesn’t it?” 

“Right, yeah Y/N has told me about him. What are you implying, Alvez?” Spencer cocked his eyebrow. “You think, what? I killed him? Oh come on, do you really believe I’m capable of something like that?” 

“The thing is, I’m not sure what you’re capable of. I thought I knew you both but I’m not so sure anymore.” Luke shook his head. “Some twenty two year old told me you were sleeping with her. Some diner guy told me Y/N said you were a bully. Hell, the guy at the used car lot thought she was scared of you! All that makes me think that maybe I never really knew you.” 

Don’t let him break you, Reid, do not give him anything. 

“Luke with all due respect, why are listening to these morons over me? You do know me, and you know I’m not capable of killing someone.” 

Luke’s expression faltered and Spencer breathed a small sigh of relief, seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. He just had to stick the landing, don’t fumble it at the last hurdle. 

“I really don’t know what to think, Spencer. Of course I don’t want to believe you’re capable of something like this but there are just so many things that don’t add up here. And I swear to god if you did kill Green and you’ve put Y/N in danger, I will make it my life’s work to put you back in prison for the rest of your life.” Luke spat, his expression one Spencer had seen him use many times in interrogations. 

Spencer took a step back as a smirk twitched at his lips. He shrugged his shoulders at Luke. 

“You’re not as intimidating as you think you are, Alvez. And I can promise you, if I had done something, you would never get me back inside a prison cell.” He took a few more steps back and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Now if you’d kindly get the hell out of here and leave us alone.” 

Spencer turned on his heels and started back towards the side gate. He thought Luke might have more to say, he heard the other man grunting in frustration behind him, like he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. 

He threw open the gate and bolted it behind him, not slowing as he traversed the backyard and made his way inside the cabin, locking the back door behind him. He found you more or less where he left you, cowering on the kitchen floor next to the garbage bag stuffed with Mary’s corpse. 

You looked up at him, bottom lip quivering as you hugged your legs to your chest. It was such a strange juxtaposition to see you so frightened when you hadn’t hesitated in pulling the trigger and killing Mary not so long ago. 

Spencer slid down to the floor next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and you instinctively rested your head on him. He could hear your erratic breaths as you snuggled against him.

“Is he gone?” You whispered. 

“Not yet. I’d kill him with my bare hands if I didn’t still respect him so damn much.” Spencer sighed. 

“I would never forgive you if you killed Luke.” You raised your head and looked at him. 

“I know, sweetheart. And I wouldn’t do that to you. But jeez he’s a pain in the ass.” He used his free hand to cup your face delicately and his fingertips brushed lightly over your cheek. “He knows about Green.”

Your face paled, colour completely draining from your skin as you stared at him in horror.

“He…what?” You swallowed. 

“I didn’t get the full story but I guess they found his body. There is nothing that can tie us to him, Y/N. We were careful.” He tried to insist. 

Apart from the fact I used Luke’s credentials to track him, he decided against saying out loud.

“What happens now, Spence?” 

“We have to wait him out, he won’t stay out there forever. Once it’s dark we have to get rid of the body, clean up this house and we have to get the fuck out of this town before anyone realises she’s missing.” 

“I like it here.” You sighed sadly. 

He could have pointed out the fact that if it weren’t for you being so trigger happy then you wouldn’t have to leave. Not so long ago, he would have pointed that out. He would have gotten angry, blamed you for this, for Mary’s death, for Luke showing up here and for the BAU being on your asses. But something had changed in Spencer.

It was entirely plausible that his time in prison had caused a break in his psyche. The PTSD that he’d left untreated for so long had manifested itself in the form of a second persona, much more dark and evil than himself. When he found his anger rising, he switched into this alter ego without meaning to, maybe because Spencer had never been good at dealing with anger or emotions in general.

His alter allowed him to stand up for himself, to deal with that residual trauma and not bottle it all up like he’d been doing his entire life. You’d told him he was like Jekyll and Hyde and you were right. 

But he was learning that the love he felt for you, that swarmed through every inch of his body was what could tether him. If he focused only on that love and not on the rage, he could keep the monster at bay. Best case scenario, he may never need to kill again, but really he’d just settle for not ever having to make you scared of him again. 

He wanted to be the man you needed him to be. None of this hassle was worth it if he didn’t have you at his side at the end of the day. You were worth not giving over to his demons for, you were the only thing that mattered in his completely fucked up existence. 

He knew if it came down to it he would take the wrap for everything, Green, Mary and Jason Durand included. He would not let you go down for any of this. He was going to the ends of the Earth to protect you no matter what. He loved you so much, it was the least he could do. He just hoped it wouldn’t come to that. 

“I know sweetheart, but I’ll find you a new Stars Hollow, I promise.” He kissed your forehead. 

“Won’t they just come for us again? They’re going to keep coming for us, Spencer.” You chewed on your lip. 

“We have to be extra careful this time. We have to figure out a plan, we can’t use the Nissan anymore, not now the team knows about it. And our aliases are blown. Fuck, I don’t know what we’re going to do.” He confessed, letting go of your face so he could pinch the bridge or his nose. 

A smile tugged at your lips which caused Spencer to frown at you. 

“Good job I’m always prepared. I was a fugitive hunter, Spencer, we don’t leave anything to chance.” You sat back and reached into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out four similar rectangular cards which you handed over to him. “I think through every eventuality. The BAU have no idea what they’re dealing with.”

Spencer looked on in awe at the four driving licences in his hand. Two bore your photograph and two his. There was one matching set of Arizona issued licences for Samuel and Violet Truman and another set of Florida licences for Jack and Lily Waters. He glanced up at you with a curious expression on his face. 

“Samuel and Violet will buy themselves a little car to go on their American road trip. Meanwhile, Jack and Lily will be checking into motels along their way.” You smiled mischievously at him Spencer’s own smile grew. He had never loved you more than he did at that moment. 

“Good god woman, you’re an evil genius.” He pulled you close and kissed you hard. “If we make it out of this, remind me to marry you for real one day.” 

You giggled against his lips, both of you completely forgetting the imminent danger you could be in, ignoring the dead body by your side and Luke still skulking around outside. 

“We’ll be ok right, Spence? If we leave this place, we’ll find somewhere new and they won’t find us. We’re gonna be ok, aren’t we?” You needed to hear him say it.

“We're going to be just fine, sweetheart. We’re going to take care of this mess and we’re not looking back, only forward. They can’t curb us like they want to. They don’t get us. It’s you and me.” 

“You and me.” You repeated. “We’re uncontainable.” 

Hey,

we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.

Hey, we never look back,

We're uncontainable!

Woo!

(Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls for the main event.

Ha-ha, they aren't ready for this one! Yeah, here we are!)

Comin' out the gate I'm swinging,

And if you're in my way you'll feel it.

I hear you think you're tough,

So put your hands up,

We never back down from a fight.

So lemme ask ya,

Can they stop us?

(No!)

Break us?

(No!)

Get your game face on,

We're against the ropes!

Tap out?

(No!)

Throw in the towel?

(Hell no!)

'Cause when the bell goes off the gloves do too.

Hey, we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.

Hey, we never look back,

We're uncontainable!

Hey, we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.

Hey, we never look back,

We're uncontainable!

Throwin' off the chains,

I'm runnin'.

You think you're at the top,

You're fallin.

Swing and miss you're through,

You're out of the loop,

We're gonna bury you alive.

So lemme ask ya,

Can they stop us?

(No!)

Break us?

(No!)

Get your game face on,

We're against the ropes!

Tap out?

(No!)

Throw in the towel?

(Hell no!)

'Cause when the bell goes off the gloves do too.

Hey, we're takin' our crown we're takin' it now, yeah.

Hey, we never look back?

We're uncontainable!

Hey, we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.

Hey, we never look back?

We're uncontainable!

Keep swingin', keep dreamin',

But you'll never knock me out.

I've fallen too often,

But you'll never keep me down.

You see it, you feel it,

Your mama can't save you now.

One day they'll say,

The throne was made for me.

Yeah,

Uncontainable.

(Is he?)

We're uncontainable.

Hey, we're takin' our crown we're takin' it now, yeah.

Hey, we never look back,

We're uncontainable!

Hey, we're takin' our crown, we're takin' it now, yeah.

Hey, we never look back,

We're uncontainable!

Stop us?

(No!)

Break us?

(No!)

Get your game face on,

We're against the ropes!

Tap out?

(No!)

Throw in the towel?

(Hell no!)

Never look back,

We're uncontainable.

@bubblebuttwade @jay-2s-world @daddy-dotcom

[dulldoll-0]

Q in TikTok by Norvic:

I'm not sure if my question would sound weird. But, next QnA (If u want) can I get an explanation of the differnces between Dodo's past version of-

Walden and Mom's current version. I've been in the fandom for a while but sadly failed at paying attention so I'm a bit lost. Thx in advance!

Ans:

A brief explanation of RF Wally evolution. ( All arts by Dodo )

We have the beta version, the 1st design.

2nd Version, the redesigned: much taller, longer hair, robotic? prosthetic arm, sometimes even with a scruff.

3rd Version: shortened and recoloured hair, red pants, and skeletal prosthetic arm, much more menacing??? — ( formerly to be the design of the WH Behind the Rainbows which took the Bad Ending route, —but was changed to be Dodo’s own project or story out of the WH fandom ).

Dodo had planned for different endings, The True Ending and The Happy Ending, which either one where he remarries Julie and revives Ophelia, his daughter, and in the other ending where he ends up with his Assistant.

And the Bad Ending, where Walden regenerates a skeletal prosthetic arm, loses his memories of the ones he loved, and goes berserk.

YourInternetMom uses the 2nd Design of RF Wally, and has confirmed there is only one canon timeline ending in the revamped which hasn’t been revealed yet. ( out of her Welcome to the Rainbow Factory fanfic of course ).

With slight few changes.

-Confirmed that YourInternetMom’s Walden is autistic.

-Less cat-like behaviours compared to Dodo’s Walden. ( he’s immune to catnip and doesn’t get drunk on milk anymore, but still consists of his occasional purring, toe beans, dilating of pupils, being puffed up during winter season ).

-Aged down to 35.

- Made out of 75% coffee.

-Canon he doesn’t smoke nor does he like it, and he can’t cook.

Changes in the storyline would be:

-From what I’ve heard, in Dodo’s version, Walden’s mom died from drinking poisoned tea given by him unknowingly, but planned by Wallace.

-In InternetMom’s version, it’s the same concept, but Francine, Walden’s mom, knew about the poison and the deal Wallace had with Harold, to make his son successful in life in exchange for Francine’s. Wallace didn’t know she knew.

-Dodo’s version was Walden and Julieanne falling in love and getting married after adopting Ophelia.

-but in InternetMom’s version; Walden and Julieanne were in an arranged marriage somewhere around 18-20 years old by their parents and didn’t see much of each other as romantic interests, except later on on Julieanne’s part. They got divorced 5 years later. ( I think??? )

-Dodo’s version of Walden losing his arm was from a tree that fell on him when he was 18.

-InternetMom’s version was him losing his arm to a machinery he tried to fix when he was 15, and Barnaby was there to help him out. ( The machinery accident was purposely caused by Harold/ Home ).

-In Dodo’s version, Ophelia’s death was caused by a sudden seizure and Walden found her.

-In InternetMom’s version, Ophelia died by falling into the grinder chasing a butterfly while Walden was preoccupied by late work stuff— but the seizure was kept as a cover-up from Walden of how she actually died. ( The butterfly and the grinder turning on was from Home btw 💀 bro really loves messing with the Darling Family ).

That’s all I know by far. You can always ask @therealdelacey for more info that’s been revealed. I’m not sure if I got all of them correct.

Edit: I forgot 💀

-In Dodo’s version of Home, we almost didn’t know much, he was either really caring or just evil during Waldne 2nd design, — but he also evolved in the Bad Ending timeline, Home/Harold being more of Pacifist, and “IT” being the evil Alter Ego of Home.

-In InternetMom’s version of Home/Harold, he’s evil. Bro has been messing with the Darling Family for YEARS! Just for fun.

[southpark-analysis]

Karen's Guardian Angel Makes no Sense Part I

If you are a South Park fan, you probably know that Kenny poses as Karen's guardian angel with his Mysterion alter ego. While it's sweet of him and all, it doesn't really make any sense if you think about it. Let me explain.

I will start with the most egregious problem, that being that Mysterion already revealed his identity in front of the whole Town. There's no way this didn't become the talk of the town, how would Karen not heard about this at school or on the streets? Furthermore, though not quite as nonsensical, wouldn't she also have also seen at school other kids calling her "guardian angel" Mysterion and calling him a superhero instead of, well a guardian angel? Wouldn't she also have questioned this?

Now, Kenny also used his Mysterion alter-ego to deal with his parents and they also didn't recognize him long after he revealed his true identity. However, the South Park adults are not the sharpest tools in the shed and Kenny's parents in particular are often drunk or high, so they were probably too disconnected from reality to understand when other people were talking about Mysterion's true identity or they did understand that, but they brushed it off as a drug-induced hallucination. Matt and Trey probably didn't think about an explanation, but I still can't think about possible explanations to why Kenny's parents don't know who Myterion truly is. However, this is not the case with Karen, who doesn't consume drugs nor alcohol and who wasn't established as stupid.

I don't even think it's in character for Kenny to hide behind an alter-ego to cheer someone he loves up. Kenny is perverted, highly hedonisitic, reckless and tough. Of course, he also has a selfless, heroic side, which is sometimes shown in his superhero alter-ego. Sure, he is a good person deep down, but he is also a very straight forward person. I don't recall him ever sugarcoating what he says or does. I don't recall him not having enough self-confidence to hide his true self from other people. I don't recall him ever hiding his true identity to make someone feel safe, besides Karen. Sure, he hides things from other people, but that was when he didn't want to get caught doing illegal stuff like cheesing. Sure, he used his Mysterion alter-ego to hide his true identity from the whole town, but that was so that villains and the police wouldn't know where to find him in private, not to make himself look more powerful than he truly is. I can buy him being more resposnible around his sister, but why wouldn't he just take care of his sister as his true self? Alternatively, why not tell her it's him in the costume? Does he not trust her to keep his secret? Does he think he's not enough for her? Does he think she's too sensitive to trust him as his true self?

They clearly added this plot point just so that the agnostic foster parents would get pissed at the other foster kids for referring to Kenny as a guardian angel.

Now you might be thinking, "Who cares it doesn't make sense? South Park is a very surreal and raunchy comedy. It's best material comes from jokes that are unrealistic/don't make sense.". Yes, their JOKES don't have to make sense and those jokes are often even effective as plot points. Kenny's interactions with Karen however are meant to be taken seriosuly, for the most part at least. If they are meant to be taken seriously they need internal logic or at least they can't be too jarring. Now you might be thinking: "Who cares if it's meant to be serious? It matters how it makes you feel, not if it makes sense.". To that I reply that we can't choose how we feel. I can't choose to feel touched by a giant plot hole and serious out-of character moments. Furhtermore, the show didn't even use Karen much, nor she get any development besides very superficial stuff. I must admit, that I felt touched by "The Poor Kid" at first, but the more I think about it, the less sense it makes and the more I realize how superficial Kenny and Karen's relationship truly is. The irony is that Kenny already had way better developed relationships with his friends and even with one-shot characters like Tammy and Kelly. So Kenny and Karen's dynamic isn't only nonsensical and superficial, it's also redundant. It's nonsensical even from a writing perspective. What is the point of creating Karen if all you end up doing with her is using her as a plot device that needs constant care so that another one of your characters gets the spotlight, when you already have plenty of developed characters that could also serve Karen's role sometimes? Sure, Stan, Kyle and aren't nearly as fragile as Karen, but they are not perfect or untouchable. It can't be THAT hard to imagine them being incapacitated from time to time and Kenny having to rescue or comfort them. It certainly can't be harder than creating a new character. There's also Butters who is one of the more fragile characters, he could use some more help from Kenny from time to time. In fact, he and Kenny had shown great chemistry (In the sense that their relationship is entertaining, as I see their relationship as platonic. No offense to Bunny shippers.). It also goes without saying that Butters already has way more development and agency than Karen.

They could've also had Kenny help some other recurring characters, like Wendy, Craig, Tweek, Jimmy and many more.

They could've even had Cartman fulfill Karen's purpose. Sure, he's often the villain, but he's not pure evil and he can get along with others, especially Kenny. He also seems to have improved in later seasons, though how far he'll go or if this will even last is something we'll have to wait and see.

Sure, it would make even less sense for Kenny to pose as any other's guardian angel than it does for Karen, but the mere concept of adding Karen just so that Kenny has someone to take care of makes no sense, so him being Karen's guardian angel feels redundant regardless.

There's also the fact that, of course, Kenny doesn't need to be constantly helpful to get more spotlight. No, don't get me wrong, he's not a Mary Sue, he's not even close to it, but since South Park already has tons of interesting characters, said characters have potential to contribute to a plot with Kenny.

Here's part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/southpark-analysis/776847602775916544/karens-guardian-angel-makes-no-sense-part-ii?source=share

[anadorablekiwi]

Almost there!

Anyways, have some more undercover boss ideas

Kaeya works at the store by day, and a bar called The Angel’s Share (also run by the Ragvindir’s) at night. Diluc goes to see him, and the staff all love and hate him because all he orders is grape juice

The only thing Diluc does to hide who he is is dye his hair a different shade of red and and go by a different name. Somehow, it works

Diluc’s other name is Dak McKnight because I think I’m funny

Kaeya doesn’t recognize him at all, and accidentally confesses in a sleep-drunk haze one time that he misses his family. Diluc nearly blows his cover right there.

Amber is an area coordinator— Razor, Fischl, and Bennet all work part time. Jean is head manager for the store, and Albedo is another area manager who comes in with his little sister Klee all the time

No one is quite sure what Venti does, but he always has the exact fix you need when you need it, and he can always get register 6 (aka, Stormterror (yes the registers are all named)) to work for him.

GFJJSBSJA OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS

Diluc🤝Me - would order grape juice at a bar lol

Dak McKnight im DYING 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Honestly, its absolutely hilarious how that ‘disguise’ works, and very in character 🤣 also kaeya confessing he misses his family poor babyyy 🥺🥺🥺

Ooo is Jean the first one to figure out Diluc’s diguise? Also gotta love the triple terrors (nickname i literally just made up for fichl bennett and razor group lol) 💜💜💜

Venti is perfect 😂🤣😂 and i love the fact that the registers are named 😂 is one named Andrius (i dont know how to spell it), or Boreas? (I never know which name to use lol)

Oooooooo okay i dont know if this would work but idea- Kaeya gets too impaired to actually make it home (whether that be sleep drunk or visited bar off duty and got legit drunk), and Diluc has to help him home

He panics later when he realized that his alter ego should absolutely not know where kaeya lives (he does because after finding out the pay of his employees he got curious and looked it up), but it works out cuz kaeya didnt even remember any of it and assumes he was conscious enough to direct whomever helped him get home?

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

i love sirius from your fic bau mich auseinander pls talk to me about him i want to know everything about him i need him

i just wrote this really long answer to this and then tumblr crashed im about to cry srsly um. im keeping it shorter now & written ugly im so sorry i dont have the mental capacity to copy that. also i realised bau mich auseinander is basically me burdening sirius, so be prepared

• turkish sirius! read this post pls

• disconnected from turkish cultural roots but doesn't feel entirely welcome in germany either. same for regulus. sirius finds peace in german society because he has friends there with whom he also shares some struggles. regulus however feels entirely unseen by both society and his parents & reverts back to islam. sirius judges him heavily for it

• extremely academically underestimated because his undiagnosed adhd ass combined with his obviously turkish features makes him a punching bag for xenophobic teachers. has a work moral that can be described as 'only puts effort into things he truly cares about, but when he doesn't care he'll let you know painfully obvious'

• gym rat, obsessively exercising, bulimic. read this post for in-depth explanation

• alcohol dependency. loves to drink and always drinks too much. either completely sober or drunk into oblivion. also secretly drinks alone when he's lonely or upset, as a way to calm himself down & emotionally regulate

• gay and deeply in the closet. has had several girlfriends and uses his sexual escapes as a way to distract from his queerness. closeted out of fear of his parents and their homophobia towards their children & because he's embarrassed in front of his friends after the many girls he's been with. feels like a fraud. feels too gay to throughly enjoy being with a girl, but has been with too many girls to be completely gay (bullshit, obviously)

• remus is his only outlet for this big hidden aprt of himself. remus is kind and quiet and would never spill his secret and sirius clings obsessively onto him. he needs to be seen and understood. he also is deelky in love with remus (for a plethora of reasons) and won't admit it to anyone. wants to keep remus his secret, selfishly, just for himself

• has built this public appearance, alter ego, that is so nasty and masculine noone would ever suspect him of being queer + noone ever bothers him. not about his appearance, not his heritage, not his interest, not his sometimes outbursting flamboyant behaviour. out of fear of getting in his line of fire. owns the "if you go low, i go lower" attitude and noone wants to fight with that

• james is the light of his life. they play footie together and make music together and as sirius' parents go on more and more work trips, leaving the house empty, and become more and more unbearable to be around, sirius starts spending lots of nights at james'. they are constantly together, connected by the hip (except for when sirius goes on his secret remus visits & won't tell james where he's going. james grows increasingly suspicious and annoyed and curious) he only doesn't tell james about remus because his self-hatred and deep rooted shame prevails

• i don't think i'll explore this in the fic but i think childhood sa plays an important part in his home life and makes him so desperate to get away. his mother is very very strangely fixated on him and the older he gets the more it feels sexual to him. which is why at some point he can only handle being at home so drunk he doesn't register anything anymore

• very fit & hot. muscular & tall & handsomely pretty & remus wants to bite and devour him

• choir kid sirius! he's a really good singer + traditionally trained in several instruments, most importantly piano. he's the catalyst of the marauders' musical 'cooperation'

• loves rap, loves using music to disgust & annoy & upset people. finds it funny to make people good-naturedly uncomfy and loves testing the boundaries

• loves to argue! he loves the give and take of a heated discussion, loves to debate. his favourite class is political education

• smart!! He is so unbelievably smart!! pls read this post!!! he loves to read and dissect a text! really enjoys german class (aka german literature class)

• vape enjoyer and shameless about it. vapes indoors and uses the public power outlet in classrooms to load his vapes

• chronically online. has a tiktok acc and posts either brainrot or thirst traps. addicted to his ipad. always on hay day or block blast or brawl stars during boring classes

• not that good at earnestly talking about emotions and feelings and would rather perform you a song than have a deep talk (bau mich auseinander was Entirely built upon the idea of sirius singing 'mietfrei' by ski aggu to remus, you'll have to wait for chapter 3 for that :P)

• sadly No cunty sense of style. pulls up to school in joggers and trainer and oversized tshirts. when he has a good body day he'll show off with a compression shirt and when he goes out he wears baggy jeans. that's the extents of his style. very sportswear based

• knows how massage and crack someone's back. his favourite act of service for remus

• tries to mirror remus' pretentious taste in music to seem mysterious but secretly listens to cunty rap (ikkimel)

• rude sense of humour. very much a teenage boy.

• gets a wonderful tan in summer :)

• very blessed by genetics and has stupidly clear skin. remus and james both have acne & are deeply envious

• probably has a bit of a strange connection to his sexuality. as in: guilty about wanting to fuck men and a bit repressed about that but also so unbelievably horny and into remus he's constantly initiating. then he feels guilty again and runs away

ugh idk what to say i feel like most of this was alr in the fic? correct me if im wrong :) and u can obvs ask abt certain aspects if u want

[deityoftherain]

Traffic Life Superpowers AU - Etho/Joel/Lizzie

I have a superpowers au (look at the link above for the full au) and jizztho is a ship within it! They are heroes and they are in a polyam marriage. The fic they are featured in is called honeybees, I'm home, but here's the summary/fic on Tumblr if you don't want to jump to AO3 quite yet. Look under the cut for their powers!

Etho Honeybee (They/Them) Alter Ego: Slab Status: Human Hero Power(s): Etho has tough, jagged teeth despite being otherwise human (assumed to be a gene passed down that was finally showing itself), a freakishly long tongue (think Hero Killer from MHA or Valentino from Hazbin Hotel), and intoxicating spit. The intoxication’s effects differ greatly but they range from making the victim unreasonably happy to drunk to poisoned. The longer the victim is exposed to the intoxication, the greater the effect and duration it has. Safe to say, Etho doesn’t use it often and they wear a mask to avoid spitting while they speak, which was a thing they did as a small child before they started wearing a mask and grew out of it. When they do use it, it is usually in the form of vials they have spit in previously and had tested by the lab. Etho tends to fight with various martial arts and fighting moves they have picked up over the years.

Fun Fact: The reasoning behind their powers is that I like giving things in canon a reason behind them! Since they always wear a mask, I wanted to give them funky mouth stuff so they ended up with jagged teeth, a long tongue, and spit that drugs people. I imagine they would want to stay somewhat discreet and better blend in compared to the other herbs (making villains not notice them as much) so they have a simple alter ego name.

Joel Honeybee (He/Him) Alter Ego: Helter Skelter (Hel Skel) Status: Bug Hybrid Hero Power(s): Joel is a bug hybrid and no one knows which one. His whole family line has had bug traits in it and they’ve given up on trying to figure out which bug it is. Bug families are just too similar, and his relatives often joke that they’ve probably created their own bug-like species at this point. Anyway, his bug traits manifest predominantly in green antennas and inhuman skin. The antennas can detect various odors in the air, making him fairly good at pinpointing smells and tracking things, though it can take some time. A fault is he often focuses on one specific smell or is so used to tuning it out that he becomes oblivious to things he probably should have detected sooner/but didn't. In addition, Joel’s skin is an alternate version of an exoskeleton. It is essentially hardened skin that is resistant to damage. When he experiences a excess amount of damage, his skin starts to molt off and he has to wait for the ‘exoskeleton’ to fully harden back up. This process takes four to seven days, depending on the damage, Joel’s diet, Joel’s energy levels, and etc. (It is jokingly referred to as Joel’s period by me and others, specifically his spouses, in the story.)

Fun Fact: Helter Skelter is an overly extra name, but I think it fits Joel well (plus it is a reference to SL) because look at this man! I love him so much. Anyway, I pulled his abilities from the antennas he's often drawn with because of Shrek past. He deserves to be a little bug boy!

Lizzie Honeybee (She/Her) Alter Ego: Shadowlady Status: Fairy Hero Power(s): Lizzie has beautiful, pink and silver wings and she can shrink to be about six inches tall (~15.24 cm). She can not morph herself into any other size though; it’s either her usual height or her little fairy height. She can also hide and swim in shadows, making her a great “fly (fairy) on the wall”. I might add more shadowy powers in the future, but I'm not sure which ones soooo :D

Fun Fact: I love it when people draw Lizzie with fairy wings because of the Fairy Fort in LL so, of course, I made her a fairy! Shadowlady is an obvious reference to her username. I try to not make their last names (Honeybee is a reference to Lizzie's SL; Joel and Etho took Lizzie's last name) an indication of their powers because that's boring, so hero name gets it instead! Lizzie is also an example of someone whose abilities aren't necessarily tied to her hybrid status. Hybrids are simply humans who have traits associated with other creatures, but they are technically abilities in a way? People can have multiple or similar but still distinct abilities at one time. Some people have really straightforward ones and others have more complex ones. It depends on how their genes mutated and decided to present in the specific person.

[furienna]

I've got a very mixed relationship with TV Tropes. They banned me twice for no real reason, but I can't stop admiring their archive of tropes. This is what a work page for my "Encanto" fanfic, "Cracks in the future", would look like. (Some of these tropes also fit the canon characters in the movie.) This fanfic is set in an alternate universe, where Bruno has a wife (Míriam) and two kids (Teresa and Víctor). 

A - L

Adaption Personality Change: Downplayed. There's a bit less emphasis in this fic on the weirder things, that Bruno will do in the movie. This is partly because most of it is told from Teresa's point of view, and she's a Daddy's Girl who won't find him strange. But it helps as well that he's happier in this fic than in most of the movie, and it makes his anxieties less pronounced and easier to control. That said, it is made clear that Bruno still manages to weird other people out. Abuelo Gonzalez (his father-in-law) actually wonders if he's "right in the head", and Pablo is forced to admit that he can see why people would find him "odd". But still, while Bruno is likely to cover his face with a hood if he's out in public, except if Míriam is there to pull it down, he will never wear a bucket over his head here. And he still has rats as pets long before it would be seen as normal, but his two alter egos Hernando and Jorge are never mentioned at all in this fic. And even him being superstitious is only mentioned exactly once.

Adaptional Angst Downgrade: Bruno is generally much happier in this fic than in most of the movie. It is true that he still deals with the pressure from his mother, and with a bunch of judgemental villagers. But it's noted that him meeting Míriam has improved his life a great deal. He never hid from his family for years either in this fic, since he could talk to his wife about his visions and had two kids to raise. Bruno and Míriam decided to simply not reveal what he saw in Mirabel's future. That made his mother furious with him, but he didn't have to become a hermit…

The Alcoholic: Tía Malena's husband Enrique is described as a violent drunk, and nobody in Malena's family likes him.

All Work vs All Play: This is what Míriam and Malena were in their younger days. Míriam preferred to stay at home and help their parents in their shop, but Malena would be out dating different guys instead.

Almighty Mum: When a bully's father is about to start attacking Bruno's door, Bruno can't do much except take his crying wife into his tower, and tell his kids to go to their rooms and hide there. And as soon as the man attacks the door, what saves the situation is that the door gives the attacker an electric shock, and that Abuela Madrigal arrives and tells him and his wife off. They try to make it look as if everything is Bruno's and Teresa's fault, but that doesn’t work at all. Abuela Madrigal only tells them to leave. And naturally, they must obey her.  * As a matter of fact, people respect Abuela Madrigal so much that Teresa can use it. She learns that if Pablo's father keeps on slandering her and her father, her bringing up her abuela is the only way to make him stop.

Ascended Extra: Bruno has never hidden from his family for a decade in this fic, where he becomes the beloved father of protagonist Teresa. So he naturally has lots of screen time here, that he didn't have in the movie. 

Awful Wedded Life: Tía Malena is clearly unhappy with her marriage to Enrique, who's described as a violent drunk who nobody in Malena's family likes. Also, Pablo reveals to Teresa that he wonders if his parents even still like each other. Both of these cases are in contrast to the three happy Madrigal marriages.

Bespectacled Cutie: Mirabel happens to be the only family member except for her father, who needs to wear glasses. She's also the only Madrigal kid to have no gift and struggles with that. 

Beta Couple: Julieta and Pepa are already dating Agustín and Félix respectively, when Bruno and Míriam get together in the first chapter. It is later revealed in the second chapter, that Julieta and Pepa are planning triple dates. And later on in the story, the three couples have been married for 22 years and are still friends. * Dolores and Mariano become this to Teresa and Pablo by the end of the story. It is a case though, where the Betas get together later than the Official Couple, since everyone had just expected Mariano to propose to Isabela, while Dolores had hidden her feelings for him.

Big Sister Instinct: Teresa manages to save Víctor from a group of mean bullies, and it's revealed that Pepa used to do the same thing for Bruno. 

Birth-Death Juxtaposition: Abuelo Pedro was killed during an attack right after his kids were born. 

Bookworm: Bruno is hardly fond of being out among people in public, but he will still take his family on regular visits to the local library. It is noted that he was an avid reader as a young man. So now, it is important to him to encourage his kids to read. And it worked especially well with Víctor, who loves to go to the library. However, Teresa will borrow a book or two as well. 

A Boy, A Girl, And A Baby Family: Dolores is 21 years old, Camilo is 15 years old and Antonio is the baby of the family at five years old. 

Boyfriend-Blocking Dad: Bruno becomes a downplayed example when Teresa meets Pablo. Bruno is clearly uncomfortable with it, but he still is more nervous than aggressive. And he doesn’t have anything bad to say about Pablo, he is even able to apologize for acting weird, and acknowledge that Pablo is the first person who isn't a family member, who will respect him. As soon as Teresa asks her parents if she can bring Pablo to her room though (she promises that they'll only talk, but they would be alone together in her bedroom), Bruno has to warn him that he can't do anything "improper" to her.

Brooding Boy, Gentle Girl: Downplayed with Bruno and Míriam as he is as gentle to her as she is to him. They were also both lonely before they met each other. However, Bruno was extremely unhappy until then. And he still has his anxieties and a bad reputation. Míriam managed to see that he wasn't dangerous though, even if she was the only girl in the Encanto to be willing to date him. Nowadays, it is her job to help him deal with whatever his problems are… * Pepa and Félix are a gender-inverted example. She is very hot-tempered and overly emotional, and it became his job to calm her down (and it's a very important job, since Pepa's mood controls the weather in the Encanto). 

The Bully: A gang of them attack Víctor in an alley before Teresa can stop them. One of the bullies who insults their father gets what he deserves though…  * It is revealed that Bruno also was attacked by bullies when he was younger, and that Pepa had to strike them in their heads with lightning. 

Bumbling Dad: Mirabel's father, Agustín, is clumsy and always attracts bees, but he does love his wife and his daughters dearly and will do anything for them.

Canon Foreigner: Míriam, Malena, their parents, Teresa, Víctor, Leonor, Pablo, Pablo's family and Enrique are all characters, who don't appear in the movie. 

Clashing Cousins: Teresa and Isabela are never able to get along. But then, Teresa suddenly has an epiphany that Isa almost accepted a loveless marriage. And it makes her feel sympathy for her at last…  

Daddy's Girl: Teresa is very devoted to Bruno and won't let anybody insult him (and that is what most of the villagers do). She is very adamant about assuring that he's right about all of his visions. Her theory is that she got the same gift as him for this reason: Since she loves her father so much, she can't imagine having a different gift…

Demoted To Extra: This happened to several of the characters from the movie. Mirabel is Teresa's best friend and still an important character, but she's not the protagonist and will not appear in every chapter. And as much as Julieta, Pepa, Agustín, Félix, Camilo and Antonio are still there, they only get a few lines each. When it comes to more minor characters from the movie, like the kids who pestered Mirabel, Señora Pezmuerto and Señor Flores, they are still around as well, but they're not named and don't get any lines. Osvaldo Orozco Ortiz is an aversion though, as he is in the spotlight in one scene. 

Disappeared Dad: Abuelo Pedro was forced to sacrifice his life to save all the other villagers, when they were attacked when his three kids had just been born. Not only did this traumatize his wife Alma (a k a Abuela Madrigal), but it's clear that Bruno (who was the only boy) also struggled a lot as he didn’t have a father.  * Nobody has ever found out what happened to Teresa's cousin Leonor's father. He seems to have just disappeared one day. So he must have either been killed, or he found some way to leave the Encanto and abandon his pregnant fiancée.

Energetic and Soft-Spoken Duo: Mirabel and Dolores end up with this dynamic, when they're in the same scene together. Mirabel is very bubbly and talkative, Dolores is calmer and much quieter.

Fiery Redhead: Tía Pepa is red-headed and really hot-tempered. Her mood is what controls the weather in the Encanto.

Foolish Sibling, Responsible Sibling: Míriam had become the responsible sister, who preferred to stay at home and help her parents in their shop. Malena would be out dating different guys instead. Even as they've reached their middle age, Míriam is Happily Married and described by Teresa as a perfect wife and mother, while Malena is stuck with a violent drunk and is very jealous of her sister. 

Freudian Trio: The three middle-aged women in the Casita form a trio like this. Pepa is really hot-tempered (the Id), Julieta is the calm and responsible sister (the Superego), while Míriam does her best to be the perfect wife and mother, but she can still start crying and lose her temper (the Ego).  * This is true for their husbands as well. Félix is jolly and extroverted (the Id), Agustín is calm and more composed (the Superego), while Bruno is introverted, but will often show emotions like sadness and anxiety and shame (the Ego).  * And naturally, this is true with the triplets too, with Pepa as a hot-tempered Id, Julieta as the calm Superego and Bruno as the introverted but nervous Ego. 

Generation Xerox: Míriam got really scared the first time she saw Bruno's eyes glow green, and it made him plead with her to not leave him. Years later, this is repeated but gender-inverted with Teresa and Pablo. He is very startled when he sees her eyes glow green, and it makes her plead with him to not leave her. * Pablo's mother says that Teresa reminds her of her mother though. But later, Pablo reveals to Teresa that her eyes will look sad even when she's smiling. And that's a trait, that she's apparently inherited from her father.  * Víctor is very much like Bruno, which has become notable to lots of people. Both of them are described as having a melancholy and nervous personality. Their pictures that hang next to Abuela Madrigal's door are nearly identical. Both of them are also into writing stories and theater and have rats as pets. * But a lot of this might go back one more generation. As soon as Pablo sees a painting of Abuelo Pedro, he says he thinks that Bruno looks a lot like him. Bruno and Víctor are also implied to have inherited their writing skills from him. 

Generational Trauma: Abuela Madrigal watched her husband get killed during an attack. And it made her think that her kids and grandkids have to work hard, and produce new generations of Madrigals, so the magic and their protection from new attacks will stay strong. But it makes her do things like allowing the villagers to slander Bruno, pushing Mirabel to the side until she feels unloved, pressuring Isabela to think that she must enter a marriage that she doesn’t want, and Luisa to think that she has to work hard until she almost burns herself out. Teresa is mostly left alone until she meets Pablo. But then, Abuela Madrigal makes it clear that she wants great-grandkids. It is only after the Casita crumbles and the magic is lost, that a healing process can begin…

The Glorious War of Sisterly Rivalry: Míriam and Malena have a responsible vs irresponsible divide, and not a smart vs pretty divide (even if Míriam is the wiser out of the two, and Malena is described as having been the more popular sister). But still, Malena seems to see her whole life as just a competition with Míriam. Malena is very bitter and jealous since Míriam has a better life than her.  * Mirabel and Isabela are unable to get along, and Mirabel and Teresa love to mock Isabela for being so haughty. But they can reconcile after Isabela reveals her secret: she was only going to marry Mariano to please Abuela Madrigal.

Glowing Eyes: This is what happens when Bruno or Teresa looks into the future. Their eyes will glow green. 

Good Parents: Teresa and Víctor feel that Bruno and Míriam definitely are this. Teresa adores her father and admires her mother, just as much as Víctor adores his mother and admires his father. 

Green Thumb: Isabela's power is that she can grow plants out of nowhere. 

Happily Married: Teresa is glad that she grew up around three happy marriages (Bruno/Míriam, Pepa/Félix and Julieta/Agustín), but she can also describe her abuelos as being devoted to each other… 

Hidden Depth: Even if Teresa didn't quite agree with Mirabel that Mariano was a "dumb hunk", she is very surprised when she learns that he's a poet. 

Honorary Uncle: This story has an inversion. Normally, Teresa and Víctor would have called Tía Malena's husband "Tío Enrique". But nobody in Malena's family likes him because he's a violent drunk, so nobody has taught Teresa or Víctor to think of him as their tío. He is therefore referred to as just "Enrique". 

Housewife: Zig-zagged with Míriam. She devotes a big chunk of her life to just taking care of her husband and her kids, and that is clearly what she wanted. However, she likes to run her family's shop too after she gets a chance to do so. Still, she is ready to stop working there after the magic returns. 

I Am Not Pretty: Teresa is very surprised when Pablo actually calls her pretty. What she thought was that Isabela was the pretty one.

I See Dead People: Víctor's power is that he can both see and hear the spirits of the dead.

I Want Grandkids: Actually, Abuela Madrigal is pushing for great-grandkids now. This is very justified though since she believes that if the Encanto will survive, there must be new generations of Madrigals to keep the magic strong.

In-Series Nickname: "Mira" for Mirabel, "Isa" for Isabela and "Juli" for Julieta. Antonio and Pablo are called "Toñito" and "Pablito" by their respective mothers. * As a way more negative example, Bruno is known as "Bad Luck Bruno" among the villagers. It is even used by his brother-in-law Enrique, but he's not portrayed in a positive light anyway.

Jacob and Esau: Pablo is clearly his mother's favorite, and Pablo is convinced that his brother Manuel is their father's favorite.

The Jinx: Most of the villagers consider Bruno as one of these. They think that not only can he see the future, but he will make all kinds of bad things that he sees happen. Teresa is later accused of causing an elderly woman's death as well…

Like Mother, Unlike Daughter: Mirabel and Dolores swapped their mother's roles. Mirabel is bubblier than Julieta, while Dolores is quieter than Pepa.

The Lost Lenore: Abuelo Pedro was forced to sacrifice his life during a war. That is when the miracle was born, but it has truly traumatized his wife, Alma, who saw it happen in front of her eyes. As the years went by and she became best known as "Abuela Madrigal", she started to put a lot of pressure on her kids and grandkids. She thought that this was the only way to keep the magic strong, and it would give them protection from new attacks…

[jessmindspace]

3, 4, & 16 for ben

OG Post here

What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

The first thing I decided for Ben's character was his powers actually! I wanted someone with reality warping abilities that could have lasting repercussions in Parallels and weave into the stories of other characters and plots--making him a cop who struggles with hiding his alter ego and balancing the Not So Fun aspects of his powers was simply a happy bonus :)

And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

APPEARANCE. It took me a while to tease out Ben's design, which included getting pretty far in his initial references before scrapping them and swinging a different direction. His personality tied into things too since he started out as more devil-may-care and turned into a tightly-wound ball of snarky remarks to mask his internal struggles lol Here's his OG look for funsies:

Is there any memes or running jokes associated with the character, both in- and out of universe?

I've got a running joke with a friend that Ben is always assigned the "Difficult" calls and is pretty unphased by the supervillains he encounters. He thinks that the superhero stuff he does is tame by comparison since he gets the calls for things like the streakers at concerts 😅 He'll take having to fight a supervillain any day over having to wrangle a surprisingly fast drunk into hand cuffs! At least he can take down the supervillains using his powers and make things just a tad easier, even if they are monologuing about their evil plans the entire time. Also, because I saw a meme and it fits:

[worldswithoutendings]

Eye for an eye [Michael Langdon] pt. 3

here i go, here i go, here i go again. what i my weakness? michael fucking langdon.

part 3! I've never published a series before so I am lowkey, highkey really nervous to continue this series. so I hope you all enjoy this part <3!

pairing: Michael Langdon x female!reader

warning: abuse (for a little bit, Michael doesn't hurt you btw)

summary: just, Michael being nice for a chapter I guess? but also sassy

AN: p/n means pseudonym, you're drunk alter ego.

Julie left at midnight, even though you begged her to stay at least 4 times. You really didn’t want to sleep alone tonight, the whole day felt like a haze. Up until Julie showed that Michael's number was out of order. After you brushed your teeth you watched how your new phone shined under the LED light in your bathroom no I should just text him, maybe it was a wrong digit she used?

Hey, are you up?

Maybe he’s asleep, who knows. Why were you feeling this way? Your breathing also becomes quicker as your heart starts to beat faster with fear. Buzz buzz

Now I am. Yes.

“oh thank god” you gasped out, cradling your phone like a newborn.

Shouldn’t you be sleeping? It’s 3 in the morning y/n.

I can’t fall asleep, sorry. I have this weird feeling in my body

well, you can’t die now. I haven’t given you the link to my perfume yet.

you change into your pajamas and lay down in your bed as you look at the conversation you're having with Michael. Weirdly starting to feel attached already to this man but you sigh deeply “No, no, y/n. what if he is exactly like all the others? Just needing me for the apocalypse and then leaving me to die” you mumble towards yourself “damn why are you always so insecure” the laugh you let out echoes through your bedroom. Strangely falling asleep with your phone in your hand.

Waking up to the faint alarm of your phone you groan loudly. As you unlock your phone you see you have 3 unread messages from Michael

I hope you’re asleep and not dead

Oh, you’re asleep that’s good! Hope you have a nice sleep

Why don’t we go on a date today?

“such a weird dude” you sigh as you get out of bed to go downstairs and make breakfast

Can we meet up tonight? I have to work till 5.

You don’t have to work.

Yes, I do?

You double-check your agenda and it is indeed Monday and you still have an hour to make it to the office.

Take the day off, one day won’t hurt, right?

As much as I would love that, I have to take care of some documents today so I really can’t meet up till 5. Mr. Langdon

You really can’t skip today, you have to admit your final documents of research you’ve been doing for work and the documents are important to Mr. Robinson. He has been bickering about it, especially last week. After you get ready you walk to the car, only to see Michael waiting there “Good morning y/n” Michael smiles and you sigh “Mr. Langdon I really can’t meet with you right no-“ “-show me where you work” he says as he fidgets with the door handle “you really want that?” you snicker and he nods.

Walking into your office together with Michael felt both weird and empowering. You thought that it would be hard to get him into the office but a few glares from the spawn of Satan himself and he got in without a problem. He followed you like a shadow for the entire day “y/n? Do you have the documents for Mr. Robinson?” mr. Robinson's assistant May said when she arrived at your booth and you nodded “Yes, I will bring it to him immediately” you say as you stand up. May looks at Michael like a fresh piece of meat “Shoot it may” you glare and she immediately walks away with a huff. You crawl over Michaels's long legs that take up your entire booth and he smirks “Do I need to walk with you?” he asks and you gulp “Mr. Robinson can sometimes be an ass so n-“ Michael stands up immediately as he hears the word ass “let’s meet this Robinson figure” he says  

The walk to Mr. Robinsons' office felt extra long today, making your hands more clammy and your throat drier “damn this must be some figure” Michael says as he puts his hands on both sides of your arms and you nod “I hate him” you mutter under your breath when you stand in front of his door to knock “you’re late y/n” His screeching voice makes you bite your lip. You hear Michael sigh softly as he opens the door “Oh you took an intern with you as backup, how cute” “this is not backup sir, and here are your documents” You drop the documents on his desk and Mr. Robinsons grabs your wrist “smiling could get you a long way. y/n” Mr Robinson says as Michael takes a step forward. Flaring your nostrils as you try to get out of his grip “I would let her go immediately if I were you” Michaels's voice sounded strong through the office “Oh what are you? Her little tiny boyfriend. Cute” Mr. Robinson says as he only tightens it, hurting your skin and you gasp as you try to pry his fingers open “Mr. Robinson you’re hurting me!” panic courses through your body until Mr. Robinsons starts to gasp for air, loosening his grip on your wrist and Michael pushes you back towards his chest “she quits” Michael says to Mr. Robinson who just nods as his airway is still close to cut off.

Shakingly you walk back to your booth with Michael behind you as he holds your wrist. You put your stuff in a box and May comes running to you “Did you fail?” she smiles “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. May” you sneer at her, making her actually scared “You can get my booth, whatever. I won’t come back” Michael grabs the box when it’s full and you walk with him out of the office. Only then realize what happened in the office “How the fuck will I get a job now?!” you gasp as tears start to flood your eyes. Michael puts the box in your car and turns towards you as you sit down on the curb “I need to pay rent, I need to get myself food. I-“ Michael shushes you as he holds you close and you start to cry.

Thankfully he holds you till you’re crying out and says nothing, it’s just you, him, and your ocean of tears “Sorry” you mumble as you wipe your tears away with your sleeve and Michael shakes his head “you’ll be fine, I can get you a job at Kineros. No more documenting, it’s an artificial intelligence cooperation run by me. You’ll be fine y/n” he puts his hand on your warm, reddened cheek as you sniff “now, let’s go home and get you some food okay? Take a nice walk or something” Michael helps you stand up and you furrow your brows why is he so nice to me all of a sudden “Hey, you’re going to be my future wife probably. I need to be nice to you” he winks making you laugh “yeah, you wish” this time, Michael brings you home in your car. First, you were very sceptic of him driving but he is actually pretty good “Wait, if you are not a, like you stated ´tech guy” why do you own an artificial intelligence corporation?” “I’m just the owner, the rest is run by Mutt and Jeff. That’s it” You nod once as you see your house in the distance and you sigh happily, happy to be home after all this mess.

Michael made you throw out all of the clothing you had just for your office job “You don’t need to wear those ugly grey pencil skirts anymore, they also don’t flatter you” Michael says as he throws them all in a bag so you can donate them “jeez, thanks for the compliment mr. antichrist” you blow and Michael takes one look at you as your standing in jeans and an oversized sweater “you wear this daily?” “If it’s cold, like today. Then yes” “I need to give you a whole new wardrobe” he sighs and you frown “A Versace, Dior, prada-filled wardrobe?” you laugh and he nods immediately “Yes! Exactly! Like what you wore to the cooperative meeting” Michael roams through your closet to find the black dress you wore that night. he holds it out and looks at it to also immediately get your size in his head.

An unknown ringtone filled your bedroom as you checked your phone, but it wasn’t yours. It was Michael, he hung the dress back into your closet as he picked it up “Michael, Rosalie.. yes.. no.. no I can’t meet you for dinner tonight I have plans… no…..okay…sure” he hung up and you can’t help but feel jealous, you almost totally forgot about Rosalie’s existence till the phone call “hey, you can meet up with her if you want to I mean.. you’re in a relationship with her” your voice gets a bit croaky at the end but Michael shakes his head “she’s not my priority now” he puts his phone back in his blazer as you play with your sleeves “here, wear this tonight. It looks pretty” he puts a red glittery dress in your bed making you giggle as you get filled with memories “what’s so funny?” “Nothing, this is actually my going out dress, so this is drunk y/n,” you say as you put the dress in front of you “Well more like p/n, she comes out when I’m drunk” you mumble oh stop acting like a fucking idiot in front of him please.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

In the Dark of the Knight

by raddle_daddle In King Clark's kingdom there are almost as many rogue knights as there are nobles. Though, that's not hard when a lot of nobles are said rogue knights. aka king clark/the man of steel and duke bruce wayne/the dark knight are idiots in a two person love square Words: 12164, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of SuperBat Royal AU Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Batman - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Superman/Batman Additional Tags: Fantasy AU, Batman - Freeform, Superman - Freeform, Knight AU, royal au, King Clark Kent, Duke Bruce Wayne, Dark Knight, Man of Steel, (their "superhero" alter egos are knights in this world), clark kent loves the dark knight, Bruce Wayne Loves Clark Kent, clark kent hates bruce wayne, bruce wayne hates the man of steel, love square, but with only two people, two person love square, Idiots in Love, theyre both horny, Porn With Plot, Plot With Porn, No beta readers, We Die Like Men, fuck it we ball, men have sex, bruce wayne is a Rake, clark kent is a clumsy cutey pie, but also kind of edgy, theyre in love i swear, bruce gets drunk at some point, hate sex?, Both POVs, SuperBat via https://ift.tt/l6TG8gI

[bravernificationbeam]

The old year is dead. Long live the new year. Tell us about some stuff you liked in 2024 (music, TV, movies, cool things you did, whatever!) and some stuff you're looking forward to in 2025

yay, thank you!

Bravern

omg. love of my life. bvern has such GALL and MOXIE and JOY, all tied together with a plot and time traveling mechanism that will literally be the only thing you think about for like a week following finishing the show. also lewis smith my birthday twin!!!!!!

The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All

i have a soft spot for media that's normal about teenagers, and tgswiiwagaa is a prime example. mitsuki and aya feel like actual teenage girls who like each other, and their love of english dad rock music is such a fun and real-feeling detail. ALSO i have to shout out narita, who is SUCH a fun, contemporary-feeling character. what if an annoying 17 year old boy was also a ride or die purse dog for his lesbian besties

Lisa Frankenstein

such a Weird Girl movie that actually like GETS weird girls. not only is this a fun movie it has such interesting, heartfelt details. how much lisa and taffy like each other as step sisters, for one

Nana

omg. OMG. this anime makes me fucking cry for real. such a prime example of Everything Going to Fucking Shit in your early 20s

Mkulia (yes like the ship LMAO)

I LOVE THESE GIRLLSSSSS!!!!!! their chemistry is amazing and they have such great moments. "if MK's brain drove a cool car, I'd date it" 🤨

Hot Singles in Your Area (Scene Queen)

scene queen really popped with this one. "give me a BDSM/Scene Queen hates men"?????? THE FLAVOR!!!!!! I also got to see her live this year!!!!

Dauntless Manifesto (CupcakKe)

the return of the queen! also there are some real bangers on this album (DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE! I LOOK DRUNK BECAUSE HE CAME ON MY EYE!). and i think acoustic guitar is such a good sound for cupcakke!

Doechii

not alligator bites never heal specifically because that album isn't totally my style, but I do love what Doechii's doing right now and I definitely loved a good chunk of what she put out this year, like alter ego, death roll, boom bap, and nissan altima

JOYRIDE (Kesha)

this one is so much fun. what can i say!

Off With Her Tits (Allie X)

A GENDER SONG OF ALL TIME. THE PART WHERE THE SPEAKER GOES TO GET MONEY OUT FOR HER MASTECTOMY AND THE TELLER GOES "BITCH, ARE YOU JOKING? I WISH I HAD THAT RACK" ....................................

LUBE / WET DREAM (Adam Lambert)

OKAY ADAM!!!!!!

Painful Euphoria (Lilyisthatyou)

something abt lily's music is very appealing to me. there are some songs and lines on this album that KILL. "my best friend fucked the guy that almost killed me" HELLO??????

Rainbow Black (Maggie Thrash)

MY BOOK OF THE YEEEAAAARRRRRRR i enjoyed this one SO much. AND the Gender of it all makes me crazy.

"God, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. You didn't need to know that part." "It's all right," I said. "I really am sorry. I don't know why I said those things." But I knew. He was punishing me. Just like his wife, I'd failed to be the woman he needed me to be to make his life meaningful.

*BREAKING GLASS OVER MY HEAD BREAKING GLASS OVER MY HEAD BREAKING*

Compound Fracture (Andrew Joseph White)

this might be the darkest book i've ever read and i thoroughly enjoyed it. it has hope, but it's a hope you split all your nails and run the tips of your fingers raw grasping, which feels very real

Kissing Death (Mothica)

I like the sounds on this one, and I think the songs on the album all tie really nicely in together

Bekhauf (Bloodywood)

ONE OF BLOODYWOOD'S BEST SONGS!!!!!!

Cat Cup (Black Dresses)

I can't do it, I'm too scared, what if people think I'm weird :(?

in 2025 I am looking forward to InZOI and (PLEASE. I HOPE. PLEASE.) more animated bravern content!

[ao3feed-superbat]

In the Dark of the Knight

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IcHtGCZ by raddle_daddle In King Clark's kingdom there are almost as many rogue knights as there are nobles. Though, that's not hard when a lot of nobles are said rogue knights. aka king clark/the man of steel and duke bruce wayne/the dark knight are idiots in a two person love square Words: 12164, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of SuperBat Royal AU Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Batman - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Superman/Batman Additional Tags: Fantasy AU, Batman - Freeform, Superman - Freeform, Knight AU, royal au, King Clark Kent, Duke Bruce Wayne, Dark Knight, Man of Steel, (their "superhero" alter egos are knights in this world), clark kent loves the dark knight, Bruce Wayne Loves Clark Kent, clark kent hates bruce wayne, bruce wayne hates the man of steel, love square, but with only two people, two person love square, Idiots in Love, theyre both horny, Porn With Plot, Plot With Porn, No beta readers, We Die Like Men, fuck it we ball, men have sex, bruce wayne is a Rake, clark kent is a clumsy cutey pie, but also kind of edgy, theyre in love i swear, bruce gets drunk at some point, hate sex?, Both POVs, SuperBat read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/IcHtGCZ

[george228732]

I just made a huge analogy between Fylass in Wonderland and Mad Hatter (the song HELPPP)

"My friends don't walk, they run" [this could represent the feeling of abandonment Fylass has deep inside. The expression of 'running' could be used as a metaphor for something coming and going by fast, leaving nothing but a trail of memories, a.k.a. footsteps, behind.]

"Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun" [this line would remind the listener of one of the first people Fylass has met in their crazy 'dream': Wisp, alongside the other white rabbit, Serenity. The 'fun' part might be referring to the amusement their oath, Somnia, takes in harming and putting stress on her servants (HELP I'M SO SORRY STARDUST HELPPPP)]

"Poppin', poppin' balloons with guns" [this could very well be about the Circus of Infinity, Fylass and Dolly getting distracted by all the attractions and prizes.]

"Getting high off helium" [pure helium gas can be deadly. This may represent the toxicity of the environment Fylass traps themselves in to escape from reality, fooling them into thinking they're safe (therefore, getting 'high', like a drug), when it might actually be deteriorating their mental state.]

"We paint white roses red" [referring to the knights at the queen's castle, Twilight Knight, Ava and Verin, who meet Fy and Dolly torwards the ending chapters, right in the middle of painting white roses the color red for Somnia.]

"Each shade from a different person's head" [I'm thinking this could very likely be foreshadowing to Fylass' sentence, that being the guillotine.]

"This dream, dream is a killer" [this 'dream' Fylass is having is what led them to their coma. Further down, as indicated on the website 'betterhealth': 'The person’s recovery depends on the cause and severity of the coma, but anyone who falls into a comatose state is at risk of dying [...].' Most commonly, a comatose state derives from infections, cardiovascular complications, organ failure, and tumors. It is however possible that Fylass' condition may have been triggered by one of the less notorious causes: trauma.]

"Getting drunk with the blue caterpillar" [this line could mention how real life Pleiades' drinking problem may also manifest itself in his Alter Ego, making HIM look more expressive and generally open to emotional discourse, unlike the original, who tends to keep everything to himself when sober. (since, you know, drunk people tend to lose all their composure). Referring to Mikuto, it could, again, be about his sadness and solitude in not seeing Kurabe, causing him to be snappy and sorrowful, just like how a drunk person would be.]

"I'm peeling the skin off my face" [going back to the real world, FiW makes continuous mentions of Fylass' past locked in a mental hospital. More specifically, an anonymous doctor describes their behavior as this: 'The problem went worse however, since this last week, the symptoms have gotten from seizures with unknown origin, banging their head towards a concrete wall at the point of it starting to crack, to plucking out their own feathers in fits of rage. [...]'; the feather plucking and head banging could be defined as 'peeling one's own skin', in a way.

"'Cause I really hate being safe" [this might be Fylass acknowledging the risk of staying in that dream, that, as I mentioned earlier, has fooled them into thinking they're safer there than in the real world, when it's really the opposite. Maybe it's the ever lasting feeling of security that keeps on dragging them back into that mad Wonderland, therefore, making them want to take risks, and keep on living in that beautiful lie, completely discarding their actual physical and mental health.]

"The normals, they make me afraid the crazies, they make me feel sane" [the normals could be their real life friends, while the crazies would be their mad counterparts. As Fylass themselves explained in the finale: 'Whenever I sleep, I dream of a world where I am happy, and go on adventures with all of you; a world that served as my way to ignore the fact that I was ill, because I feared that you guys would abandon me when I told you about these, [...]'. They would rather live carefree with a mere copy of their loved ones than be with them in the real world, reason being their extreme fear of abandonment, leading them to constantly worry about their mental health.]

"I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad" [this could maybe determine Fylass finally about to snap, all the stress and trauma building up to the chorus.]

"The craziest friend that you've ever had" [the staff at the mental hospital listed Fylass's various disorders as, and I quote: 'Severe Depression, Hysteria, Good Child Syndrome, Lunacy, Dissociation, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Dependent Personality Disorder and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder'. This diagnosis, along with the Wonderland in their head may have Fylass think they're abnormal, therefore, 'the craziest friend' in the group.]

"You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone" [again, Fylass could be saying these words to the therapists, who confirmed their disorders and even asked Cosmounse to take action on them. Fy could have been feeling betrayed and used in that moment, giving up their trust in those people and maybe even accusing them of attributing them those mental illnesses just to turn them over and have everyone avoid them in fear, thus causing them to hide their prescriptions from their friends all this time, hoping they wouldn't find out and walk away.]

"Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong" [psychiatrists, not to be confused with therapists, prescribe medicines for those who suffer from mental illness. This line could reference the pill box of antidepressants Fylass won as a prize in the Circus, immediately changing the environment, a harsh reminder.]

"Over the bend, entirely bonkers" ['over' is used to replace the word 'around', which would basically define the words' meaning as 'mad', 'insane'. I find this change in terminology quite fascinating, however, in view of the fact that the expression of going 'over' instead of 'around', could also very well be a metaphor for crossing the imaginary line between madness and self-destroying insanity.]

"You like me best when I'm off my rocker" [this line could reference the time in which Fylass finally lost their composure and actually went as far as 'killing' Lord Cosmounse, who satisfyingly accomplished his goal in having them snap after so much trial and error.]

"Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed" [this line could reference the bliss and safety Fy feels in their dream. They don't have to worry about their instability in a world built upon it, isn't that right?]

"So what if I'm crazy? The best people are" [the 'best people' could be a reference to the Queen, 'best' as in 'most important element of the hierarchy'. Her absolutely merciless and deranged sentences/laws say it all.]

"All the best people are crazy all the best people are" [highlight of the previous line]

"Where is my prescription?" [mentioning the real life medical document from earlier, which Fylass even found in their dream: 'The following is an early observation that I, XXXXXX XXXXX, made on your child, Fylass Paragon Astralio, after the recent termination of xxxxxx xxxxx, two weeks ago, which was a very hard investigation due to the lack of motivation the child had when trying to get out of his room, but this is what I found; [...]"]

"Doctor, doctor, please listen" [this could be Fylass' friends speaking, who were denied medical attention when they got the comatose protagonist to a hospital.]

"My brain is scattered" [mentioning the messy cacophony surrounding Wonderland's void]

"You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter" [this takes place in the Endless Tea Party, where Chaos, Fettuccine, Kurabe and (unwillingly) Lucid tie Fylass to a chair to escape their curse at the Tea Table. Fylass then gets freed by the latter, who explains them and Dolly their situation as Mad Hatters, with Fy being Alice, the Club.]

"I'm peeling the skin off my face

'cause I really hate being safe"

"The normals, they make me afraid

the crazies, they make me feel sane" [repetition of my previous analysis]

"I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad

the craziest friend that you've ever had"

"You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

tell the psychiatrist something is wrong"

"Over the bend, entirely bonkers

you like me best when I'm off my rocker"

"Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed

so what if I'm crazy? The best people are" [repetition of my previous analysis]

"You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone" [this reminds me of the last chapter in which, after defeating Somnia, Fylass finds themselves in the Void once again, where they meet and are confronted by Cosmounse right before the door of exit. He tries to bring them down by calling out their madness, hence this line, spoken in this case by Fy.]

"So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are" [this is Fylass' clone reassuring them that they're not alone, and that all the people in this mad dream were all aspects of their psychology they never got to discover. Everyone is a little cray-cray at the end of the day.]

"And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone" [this might be Cosmounse's answer to the first line in this verse, trying to convince Fylass that the actuality of their insanity is not a personal opinion or theory, but a fact.]

"It's probably the reason that we get along" [Fylass' answer. They accept themselves for who they are, and actually claim that their craziness might be what led them to meet their friends and family, thus it being a good thing after all.]

"I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad, the craziest friend that you've ever had" [this is not a warning anymore, it's a phrase of self-acceptance. Fylass knows they're a little crazy, and they've acknowledged their condition as a part of them.]

"You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone tell the psychiatrist something is wrong" [the lyrics' meaning changed again; it's almost as if this time Fylass is challenging those who villainized and took advantage of their insanity to take them to a mental hospital once again, mocking these extreme measures, knowing damn well that wouldn't happen again with their friends by their side.]

"Over the bend, entirely bonkers you like me best when I'm off my rocker" [it's, once again, about acceptance. Their mental state is what makes Fylass, well, Fylass; therefore explaining how they'd be liked best for not being sane.]

"Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed so what if I'm crazy? The best people are" [Fylass is not worried about their condition anymore, they've finally realized that the people around them will love and care for them regardless.]

"All the best people are crazy

all the best people are

all the best people are crazy

all the best people are"

[ending, everyone hugging Fylass as they finally wake up from their coma.]

(WAAAAAHHH I'M SO SORRY IF I MISSED SOME PEOPLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I COULDN'T FIND GOOD ENOUGH REFERENCES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

OH MY GOD YOU'RE SUCH A GENIOUS. YOU NAILED IT PERFECTLY!!!!

GET AN AWARD OF SOMETHING CUZ I LOVED THIS FROM HEAD TO TOE, THANK YOU!

[love-kurdt]

Thick Skull (byler): III

word count: 3,560

warnings for this chapter: underage drinking, descriptions of racism and racially motivated violence, consensual underage... activities

Only I know where all the bodies are buried / Thought by now I'd find 'em just a little less scary Might get easier but you don't get used to it / Keep on autopilot, hey, hey

Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington arrived at the basement entrance of the Wheeler house with their construction masks and goggles on, carrying two bags full of beer and some stolen vodka from Steve’s dad’s liquor cabinet. He figured that the kids should still be able to have the typical high school party experience despite the fact that their high school had been turned into a temporary homeless shelter slash soup kitchen. The reasoning was pretty sound— well, that, and the kids harassed him until he caved. Steve and Nancy had, of course, protested the idea initially, but Eddie convinced them in the end; the world was ending, so what bad could a little alcohol do? All they had to do was keep Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler away from the basement and keep the kids within the four walls of said basement, which wouldn’t be that difficult since the gremlins were always down there anyway. So while the teens got shit-faced and Eddie supervised, Steve and Nancy helped Karen reorganize the Wheeler family scrapbook collection with Ted’s snoring serving as background music.

The kid probably most eager to get drunk was Dustin. Despite his excellent grades (with the exception of Spanish, obviously, but thanks to Suzie, that went away) and his nerdy perspective on life, Dustin Henderson was a daredevil through and through. He’d arrived on the scene convinced that everyone had an alcohol-induced alter ego, and was determined to classify everyone by the type of person they were while drunk. There were three categories: the happy and affectionate drunk, the sad and sappy drunk, and the reckless and irresponsible drunk. He had an inkling of a feeling as to which category everyone in the group fit, but in order to test his various hypotheses, he needed to see them in action.

El often kept to herself while sober. Her vocabulary was still a bit jumbled– like a robot in the process of programming. Obviously, that was due to the uncontrollable circumstances of the environment in which she was raised, and the fact that her brain blocked out trauma from that area of her life. The way Eleven spoke was a sensitive subject; she often felt self-conscious and resented the way she sometimes sounded like a six year old. Dustin figured that if her inhibitions were lowered, she’d either start talking a lot, not caring what she sounded like, or she’d stop talking altogether to prevent any further embarrassment. He hoped that El would be the happy and affectionate drunk. Having Max around would likely help.

Max was bold to begin with. She was not afraid of sharing her opinion with the group, even if she were the first or only one to mention it, because she was confident that the rest of the Party would agree with her. She found love in Lucas again, and El was back in her life, so things seemed great. But Max also had some unresolved trauma that drew Vecna to her in the first place. Her stepbrother died a gruesome death, her stepfather left, and her mom drank more alcohol than water. People like Max tended to push any type of negative thoughts onto the back burner, and in turn, it came out when they were most vulnerable; in Max’s case, six vodka shots deep. She’d probably be a sad and sappy drunk, hanging off Lucas or El’s shoulders and talking about what could have been.

It was difficult for Dustin to pinpoint which category Lucas would fall into, mostly because he seemed pretty okay. Apart from the Party’s shared experiences, Lucas had a pretty normal life. He had a loving family and a great group of friends who would stick by his side forever. Dustin knew that Lucas encountered racism on a daily basis– something no one else in the party had to endure– and that definitely influenced his behavior and personality. Lucas would often express how he was “othered” by his peers. The feeling of being othered was horrible enough without a gun in the equation. When Jason pulled a gun out and pointed it in Lucas’ face that spring night, his reality became crystal clear. Nearly being shot would change anyone, but Lucas felt like any other stereotypical Black man, facing down the barrel of a gun. And he hated the fact that the basketball guys went after his twelve year old sister and basically ended her childhood, whatever was left of it. As a result, he was more guarded than the rest of the group, and quick to come to the defensive whenever he was confronted. Which was understandable; no one in the Party could truly know what it was like to be a Black person, but they all had his back and loved him exactly the same, if not more. Dustin watched from across the room as Lucas took another shot with Max before pulling her into a kiss, and he smiled to himself. It was going well. Happy and affectionate drunk it is.

Anything that might cause harm to an individual, you name it, Will had been through it. That didn’t stop him from living his best life. Dustin believed it had something to do with dying and coming back, and having a new outlook on the world, as fucked up as their current world was. And he applauded Will for that, truly. Everyone did. It was a miracle that Will was able to hold himself together after everything involving the Upside Down, but Dustin knew that something, or rather someone, was helping him in doing so. Will was never the type of person to hate someone, but when it came to Mike, it was physically impossible. No matter how many times Mike would try to get Will to hate him, breaking his heart time and time again, he would always forgive Mike, idiocy and all. Mike Wheeler was Will’s entire world. His crush on Mike was far from obvious; he hid it pretty well. Dustin just happened to be good at analyzing people and their body language. Despite being on opposite sides of the room, and the fact that Will was talking with El on the couch with his focus on her, Will’s feet were pointed directly at Mike. The mind’s subconscious was the strangest concept. Dustin wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring at Will’s checkered Vans before he heard someone clearing their throat, and he lifted his gaze to see Will looking right back at him with a confused expression on his face. He looked away, blaming the alcohol on his prolonged staring. 

Dustin grabbed a handful of small, skinny pretzels from a bowl on the table and chewed each individual pretzel into one millimeter pieces. I should call my mom and tell her thank you for saving up her hard-earned money for these pearls, he thought. He ventured across the room to the phone to call Steve’s house, only to discover that the cord was wrapped around the corner. He followed the stretched out cable into the laundry area, where Mike was seated on top of the dryer, phone in hand.

“Hey man, are you good?” Dustin asked, and Mike’s head snapped up to attention. Dustin could read Mike quicker than Fellowship of the Ring. From what he could observe, Mike was all over the map, mentally speaking. He had been since their return from Lenora. His eyes looked a little misty, and he was unconsciously swaying from side to side. How much had he had to drink?

“Shh, I’m calling Will, he might pick up this time,” he whispered, holding out his hand with his pointer finger extended, signaling Dustin to wait. Oh, so Mike was gone, gone. He’d apparently forgotten that Will was less than ten feet away from him, and had decided to call the Byers residence in California, just as he had every single day for months after they left town. Dustin concluded that Mike was most definitely the reckless and irresponsible drunk of the Party.

“Uh–” Dustin hesitated, not sure how to approach the conversation. Before he could get a word in, Mike held his free hand to the mouthpiece so “Will” wouldn’t hear him in case he picked up, and shook his head.

“There’s no way Mrs. Byers could be working at this hour.”

“Mike, I–”

“Maybe Will just hates me. Do you think he hates me?” Mike asked, his voice breaking a little with immense sadness. It hurt Dustin to see Mike like this, in such intense emotional pain and unable to name those feelings. It didn’t help that whenever the topics of Will or his breakup with El were mentioned, he’d shut down.

“No, Mike, I don’t think he hates you. Quite the opposite, actually,” Dustin reassured his friend, whose eyes filled to the brim with tears at the mere thought.

“Really?”

“Really.” Dustin slowly moved towards Mike, taking the phone from his hand and hearing the dial tone on the other end; he hadn’t even called anyone. “But let’s get back to it, huh, bud? We should get you hydrated, have a snack, maybe?”

“O-okay,” Mike whispered. Dustin held out his hand, and Mike took it, letting him help him down from the dryer and get back to the party that was… frankly, dying down.

And Dustin knew exactly what to do to keep it going.

“Guys, I have an idea.”

“It better not be to chug another one of those wine coolers, that shit is not sitting well with me,” Lucas said, eyes wide and slightly panicked. Dustin sauntered over and placed his hand on Lucas’ shoulder, addressing the group as a whole. 

“No, my dear Lukey, it’s even better.” Cicadas. Could they be any less excited? “We should play spin the bottle.”

“Jesus, Dustin, you can’t be serious,” Eddie said from his spot in the corner. Dustin had almost forgotten Eddie was there, given that he was so damn quiet while writing his newest campaign. He couldn’t do much else otherwise; he was still in the process of fully healing from being mauled nearly to death by demobats. Regardless, he was supervising, and Dustin was certain that Eddie wouldn’t dare put a stop to his usual antics. He loved the kid too much.

“Actually, as a matter of fact, I’m being totally serious!” Dustin retorted, “I mean, you only live once, am I right?”

“Bold assumption, given that most of us are on our second lives,” Max said, deadpan.

“Oh, Max. My sweet, pessimistic friend…” Dustin waltzed over to Max’s side, patting his hand on her head a few times. “Do it and you’re cool. Or… you can sit this one out.”

Everybody knew Max would never turn down a challenge. That’s why they were not the least bit surprised when she squinted at Dustin with a smirk on her face. “Over my dead body.”

“That’s the spirit, Maxine! Now, everybody form a circle! Who has an empty bottle?”

What's the body count up to now, captain?

“Alright, Mike-a-Rooney, you’re up!” Dustin grinned as El and Max sat down in their respective spots in the circle. “And remember, you either take the challenge or chug!”

Oh God. Mike resisted the urge to throw up. Please be Will. Please be Will. Please be– what the fuck was he thinking? He’d essentially been praying for his own self sabotage. Would it be that horrible if he just said “pass” and ran up the stairs and through the front door and down the street and out of Hawkins? Pretty damn likely. Mike shook his thoughts out of his head and leaned forward into the circle, spinning the bottle and trying to maintain a neutral expression on his face. He didn’t even have to look up when the bottle stopped moving and everyone gasped.

“Will, do you accept?” Dustin asked, to which Will hesitated, cheeks flushed. He watched as Mike, equally red in the face, slowly ripped his eyes from the carpeted floor up to Will. He looked… embarrassed? Eager?

“Uh… sure?” he shrugged, and Mike’s immediate response was, “No!”

So much for looking neutral, Mike thought, I might as well have a neon sign that reads ‘THIS BOY IS A CLOSETED HOMOSEXUAL’ over my head.

Shit. He had to cover this up, and quickly. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I– I mean, it’s just, he hasn’t had his first kiss yet, and I don’t want to ruin his first kiss, I’d rather him have it with someone who–”

“Mike, no, it’s okay,” Will interrupted, and Mike felt his heart beat faster in his chest. Why would Will want this? How could Will want this?

“But–”

“It’s fine,” Will told him, looking calm and cool as a fucking cucumber. “I’m serious. Plus, I’d rather kiss someone I know rather than a random stranger.” Will knew he was digging his own grave, but if this was his only chance to kiss Mike in his life, like hell would he give up the opportunity.

“Okay.” The party cheered.

Mike and Will met in the middle of the circle, and Mike audibly gulped. He moved his hand up to cup Will’s face. Will nearly flinched at the contact, but his nerves were instantly calmed as he felt Mike’s thumb caress his cheekbone as if it were made of glass. He leaned in, and Will tilted his head up a little bit to accommodate Mike’s height. The kiss was light at first, just lips on lips, testing the waters.

Will became concerned for a second, because he didn’t feel anything. He definitely assumed that too soon; within a matter of seconds, the kiss was deepened, and gravity ceased to exist. Mike’s hand that wasn’t on Will’s face grabbed Will’s hip and pulled him closer, so they were almost chest to chest, and Will needed to hold onto one of Mike’s shoulders to stabilize himself. He pressed further into the kiss, but not too hard, because he wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could, but he didn’t want to seem like he was too into it—

But Mike definitely wasn’t showing any signs of holding back. In fact, the two had been at it for a whole minute and Mike hadn’t stopped. The cheers had melted into silence, very much like Will’s heartbeat that he initially felt in his ears but now he couldn’t hear at all. Mike slipped his tongue into Will’s mouth. Will ran his hand through Mike’s hair. Mike held Will in his arms and pulled him impossibly closer. Everything seemed to move at simultaneously lightning speed and in slow motion and Will couldn’t wrap his head around what the hell was happening.

That was until Mike pulled away. Will glanced over at the corner where Eddie sat, hands clasped together and over his mouth in surprise. He looked down at their friends, whose jaws fell agape, and for once in his life, Will felt like he wasn’t going completely insane. They all saw what Mike had done on his own volition. This wasn’t just a Spin the Bottle kiss. This was a real kiss. He looked back up at Mike, who ran his hand through his hair before turning back and sitting down, leaving Will standing in the circle, speechless. It wasn’t that he was surprised, per se, it was just that prior to that night, he’d only been able to dream about kissing Mike. Now he had. He returned to his own spot and ran the kiss over and over in his head while Lucas spun the bottle. Lips. Deep breaths. Hand on hip. Shoulders. Tongue. Fingers in hair. Arms.

Will snapped out of his thoughts and blinked a few times. He couldn’t let himself get too wrapped up in his wishful thinking. They were drunk. Fucking around with their friends. He’d always had to deal with the fact that Mike was straight; he was used to it by now. It was like he’d been on autopilot all these years, obeying the voice in his head that told him “no.” But that didn’t make it any easier now that his previous sliver of hope had become somewhat tangible.  

Hit over the head, epiphany / Over my head, repeatedly Thick skull never did nothing for me / Same lesson again?

Spin the Bottle got old after a while. There were only so many people in the circle, and after everyone had kissed, it seemed slightly pointless to continue. Mike suggested they watch Fast Times, so the party gathered on and around the couch while Eddie bid his goodbyes and headed upstairs to Nancy and Steve. Mike rested his arms atop the back cushions and watched the television come to life. Will knocked out in seconds.

Where Will knocked out, however, was Mike’s primary concern. When Will’s head met Mike’s shoulder, he nearly jumped fifty feet in the air. He shifted a little bit, with the hope that Will would stir and realize what was happening, but of course, it only caused Will’s head to fall further down so his ear was resting on Mike’s heart. How apropos. Mike took a deep breath, as quietly as he could for both his friends’ and Will’s sake, and settled into the couch, lowering his arm from the cushions and onto Will’s shoulders. If this was all he could get, even if it made him a slight creeper, he wouldn’t take it for granted.

A few hours later, the movie ended, and everyone was passed out across the living room, leaving the two boys on the couch by themselves. Mike didn’t have the heart to wake Will. He looked way too peaceful. Part of Mike wanted to enjoy this, and the other part dreaded what would happen after the fact. Will and Mike barely spoke to each other any other given day, not since their argument on the day that Mike and El broke up. He wasn’t even sure if it had ever been cleared up that it ended well, with an even stronger friendship. Would everything just go back to normal?

Will exhaled in his sleep, a frown forming on his gorgeous face. That wouldn’t do. Mike looked around to see if anyone was watching before gently pressing his lips to Will’s forehead, running his nimble fingers down Will’s arm and back up again. This felt nice, even if it would only last for a little bit.

Or not.

Come on, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

Will felt something tickle his arm, causing him to shiver and wake with a start. He took in his surroundings and realized that it hadn’t been vines running up and down his biceps. It had been Mike’s fingers. He slowly lifted his head up and met Mike’s eyes, which seemed darker than usual. He went to speak, but Mike lifted his free hand to put his finger to Will’s lips. Will complied. Mike’s hand didn’t stop brushing Will’s biceps, but the hand that had been on Will’s lips found a new position on the side of Will’s head.

He sat there, lips slightly parted, watching with wide eyes as Mike’s face moved closer, and closer, and even closer, until their lips collided for the second time that night. He could feel Mike’s breath fanning on his face, and Will responded immediately. He wrapped an arm around Mike’s shoulders, guiding him into a position where Mike was now leaning over Will, legs straddling his own.

He leaned down on his forearms to reach Will’s neck, pressing kisses down until he hit the collar of Will’s shirt. He brought a hand down Will’s chest, under his shirt, and up his torso. Will wrapped a leg around Mike’s waist and he went along with it, lowering the rest of his body onto Will.

Mike returned back to Will’s lips, kissing them with all the pent up emotion he had. He wanted to feel every part of Will. He wanted to see every part of Will. Before he could stop himself, he rutted down and felt something against his own inner thigh. He was hard.

Will gasped at the contact, instantly getting hard as well. He heard Mike repress a groan. Was this a dream? This had to be a dream. It couldn’t not be a dream. All thinking came to a screeching halt when Mike’s hand that had been under Will’s shirt was suddenly dipping down into his sweatpants. 

“Mike, I–”

“Do you want the others to hear? You gotta be quiet.”

Mike pulled the blanket over his head and Will felt him moving lower and lower until he felt his brain turn to putty. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed between silencing his panting with his arm and when Mike returned to meet him face to face, but he had one question burning on his mind before he succumbed to his exhaustion. So he asked.

“Is this real?”

Mike pressed a feather light kiss to Will’s lips before settling down next to him.

He brushed some hair out of his face before he replied, “No.”

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