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specialinterestshows · 3 months ago

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Watch your girlfriend take care of business on NXT in the latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed), cheating, anxiety, parasocial stuff, groping mention

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 82 of ?): Fights, Camera, Getting Some Action

You sunk into the couch, alone for the night until Marisol would inevitably crawl into bed and cuddle up to you around 4AM, freshly showered and exhausted from her shift. The food she left for you every day now included sweet, flirtatious comments on the accompanying notes that made you grin from ear to ear. Almost a week of staying at Mari’s and each day seemed better than the last.

The TV was set to NXT while you packed a bowl and had a snack, but the show was currently on a commercial. There had only been brief mention of a special match tonight for the main event, but your girlfriend had yet to appear onscreen for the promo.

Since she hadn’t communicated with you last night in the same way that she had asked you to, your anxiety was making you doubt how she felt about you. Logically, you knew this was ridiculous - that your girlfriend had honestly forgotten to mention her dalliance with Cathy in the heat of the moment. But your anxiety never paid much attention to logic.

At least you had the relief of knowing that the more shows WWE aired, the more people would focus on other storylines, and the closer you were to becoming old news. You were looking forward to the day that you could go out in public again without possibly being recognized.

When the commercials ended, an empty ring was shown for a moment before Rhea’s theme started, purple and black dominating every screen in the place. She was as beautiful as ever, doing her signature stomp before raising her title belt and smirking at the camera. Casually taking your first post-work hit from Mari’s bong, your eyes remained fixed to the screen as your girlfriend strutted over to the ring. When the camera cut to a closer view of her, you noticed that Rhea had drawn two entwined Venus symbols where she usually had three hearts. Did something happen between her and Dom?

A moment later, Rhea called Jacy Jayne out to the ring. You quietly booed at the television when the graphics changed and Jacy emerged with Thea Hail. Even though Thea didn’t look nearly as uncomfortable as she had when you last saw her, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for not doing more to draw the attention of others to Jacy’s toxicity.

Thankfully, your girlfriend seemed to be doing a fine job of it - until you saw what Thea handed her tag partner.

Watching the tabloid photo of you and Rhea light up the big screen was a surreal experience - in the worst way.

So much for people forgetting about me, you thought, pulse quickening as you took a particularly large hit and tried to ignore the accusations Jacy was throwing at your girlfriend. The latter proved to be impossible, until the photo was replaced with a video. You forgot your anxiety and your jaw dropped upon seeing Dom and JD kiss and grope each other.

Good for him, was your first thought, remembering how JD had taken to moping like a sad puppy whenever Finn and Damian were around. This thought was immediately followed by a question:

What was going through your girlfriend’s mind now?

Rhea, interestingly enough, didn’t seem surprised at all by the information that Dom and JD had probably had sex - which answered your other, earlier question: she had likely been told after the two men had spent the night together, possibly even while she had been doing her makeup before the show. At best, Rhea had mixed feelings about the situation. Jacy’s taunting didn’t seem to be helping.

It wasn’t long before your girlfriend was facing Jacy in the ring. You watched the match intently, curious to see how many moves you could recognize now that you were actually educating yourself on wrestling. The match began with an exchange of powerful blows (you excitedly identified a clothesline at one point) and submission holds. You found yourself at the edge of your seat; at first, the two women seemed almost equally matched. Rhea, however, was clearly putting more force into her technique and could endure more than what was being thrown at her. You cheered seeing her break out of another hold and shove Jacy away, all in one fluid motion.

When Rhea had turned the tables again, there was a moment where you were sure she had the match won - but she kept her opponent in a submission hold, eyes fixed on her pained expression. Why wasn’t she finishing with a riptide and pinning her for the count?

You flinched as you watched your girlfriend stomp on Jacy’s outstretched arm. This wasn’t like her. Sure, Rhea was known for her ruthlessness, but this was more brutality than you had ever seen your girlfriend put into a fight.

Was she channeling the anger she was feeling when she found out both of her partners had slept with someone new recently? Toward the paparazzi and others who were quick to publicize her private life? Or was she, perhaps, actually angry at herself for letting it all get to her?

Rhea stared at the bouquet of violets being offered, unsure how to react. Noticing her hesitation, Dominik decided to speak up.

“Lo siento,” he said earnestly, “I’m sorry. We were drunk last night, but I still should’ve let you know what was happening.”

Rhea softened a bit at his remorse, uncrossing her arms and allowing herself to feel a wave of sadness.

“… How long have you wanted to be with him?” she whispered, turning away for fear she would show just how much this had affected her.

“What? No, it’s not like that,” Dom reassured her, “I didn’t even think about it until JD was talking last night. He was pining over Finn and- well, you know how much I like blue eyes and accents.”

Rhea smiled at that, turning back around to finally accept the flowers. Dominik couldn’t help but grin as he watched her bring them up to her nose to take in the fragrance.

“Y’know, if we’re being honest, I haven’t been the best at communicating either,” she admitted, eyes fixed on the petals as she gently stroked one with her nail, “…I fucked Cathy last night.”

“I figured,” Dom said, smile unwavering when Rhea looked up, surprised, as he continued, “For the record, you don’t have to let me know until after you’re with someone new. I just like knowing you’re happy. And if I need to get tested.”

After a pause, he quickly added, “But I’ll do better next time letting you know before I do anything with someone new.”

Rhea smiled, plucking a violet from the bouquet and tucking it behind Dom’s ear. She admired her work for a moment before pulling him into a hug, whispering, “I love you.”

“Te amo también,” he whispered back, holding her close with a ferocity, as if he had almost lost her. Dom seemed to almost consider not letting go when Rhea pulled away, but feeling the warmth of her fingers interlocking with his immediately after they parted put him at ease. Rhea led him by the hand to the locker room, too busy trying to figure out how much time they would have alone to notice Dom shooing away the camera that had been recording other backstage activity. He shut the door before they could attempt to follow, Rhea reaching over to lock it before turning Dom to face her and pinning him to the wall.

It was a relief to see that Rhea and Dom had worked things out. Your heart swelled with happiness seeing a flash of the two of them holding hands before they disappeared into the locker room. As much as you wished you could join them, the distance meant you had to take your phone out instead and message them both in your collective group chat:

“Have fun making up!”

You ended the message with a winking emoji.

After other stars’ promos and a few commercials ended, the screen faded in on Rhea standing by Dominik, who was being interviewed. As he answered a couple of questions about an upcoming title defense, you noticed there was now a Mars symbol on your girlfriend’s cheek, entwined with one of the Venus symbols. The NXT North American Champion himself was shamelessly covered in smudged black lipstick prints, exuding confidence with Rhea at his side - until the interviewer changed topics.

“So is this the first… encounter you’ve had with JD McDonagh?”

He gave the microphone that now pointed at him a confused look before replying, “Uh, yeah. So?”

“What I’m getting at is,” the woman continued, “What have you been doing when Rhea and her girlfriend are-“

“That’s enough,” Rhea pushed the mic away from an increasingly uncomfortable-looking Dominik and pointed it at herself before snarling, “Unless you have any more relevant questions, this interview is over.”

The woman waited with a raised brow until Dom and Rhea walked out of earshot before speaking directly at the camera:

“Well, we’ll let you speculate on what those three get up to on their off hours, but it looks like Dominik Mysterio’s “Dirty” moniker might refer to more than just the way he fights.”

It seemed like you would be a topic of conversation for a while longer than you’d thought.

Fuck.

[end part eighty-two of ?]

Part 83: Like A Jobber Without A Work

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bawltongue · 2 years ago

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ROOMMATES - Pt 1

(jonathan davis x stealth transmasc reader <on t, post op top surgery>. takes place in early 90s, very beginning of korn. reader gets notice by landlord that they will have to share their space with a new roommate- that being jd. despite the readers initial lack of excitement, they get to know each other and develop a mutual liking)

18+ !!!!!!!

warning: substance use, lots of swearing, slurs, brief mention of the film 'cannibal holocaust'

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Fucking shit!” You sputtered out, woken up from a deep sleep due to your obnoxious alarm. You had the day off, but had forgotten to turn it off the evening prior. You sighed, feeling defeated already. Another day where you’ve been yanked out of slumber nearly suffering a heart attack at 8 AM.

“Great, there goes sleeping in today.”

Getting up from your bed, you groggily stumbled into the kitchen. Might as well prepare a decent breakfast, since you actually have time rather then having to rush to work. You opened up the fridge to scan various ingredients, trying to decide on what you were going to make. You had meant to go grocery shopping a few days ago, but your consistent exhaustion has kept you nothing but work and homebound. The fridge was basically barren and despite your rumbling gut, nothing looked appetizing.

Well, nothing except for your trusty old bong sitting on the counter where you had left it the night before. It still had some ash and weed inside the bowl; even a bit of green still sprinkled in there. You sighed picking it up, mildly disappointed in yourself over how happy the thought of lighting it up made you. Walking out onto your tiny haven of a balcony, you plopped down in one of the plastic yard chairs and picked up the lighter left lying on the ground. Inhaling the comforting smoke, you sat wondering what you could do to postpone going to the grocery store for as long as possible.

“Damn, this is some good ass shit.” You coughed out, already feeling high after a couple hits. Your dealer knew you back in high school as the weird, quiet, androgynous kid. When you had first linked up about a year ago inquiring about buying from him, he thought your transition was ‘cool and interesting’. He always made sure to give you his best product; sometimes he’ll even slide you some free edibles to try.

Finishing up what was left in the bowl, you made your way back inside to fill it back up and get fucked up for the day; only to be inturupted by a knock at your door.

“Shit shit shit.” You anxiously jumped up, racing to shove your bong under the kitchen sink and lighting a candle on your coffee table. You weren’t expecting any visitors, and you had already paid rent for the month a week and a half ago; what’s the fucking deal?

Another impatient sounding knock at the door.

“Coming, I-I’m coming!” You stumbled over to the door, opening it without even thinking to look through the peephole. Lo and behold, your landlord, Lily, was waiting with a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow.

“Do I have to remind you for like, the billionth time that you can’t be smoking? You’re gonna get me in trouble, Y/N.” She said half seriously, half nonchalantly. You’ve had this conversation so many times, all she can really do at this point is wag her finger and pretend to care.

“Shit, you can smell it?”

“Not this time, but your eyes give it away.” She snickered, gesturing at your face. “Anyways, that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about. I have news, and you’re either gonna be excited or pissed at me. Probably pissed. Either way, it’ll be your problem, not mine.” She crossed her arms and took a step closer.

“You’re scaring me, Lily. Like, that just made me so anxious. Just give it to me straight.” You braced yourself, crossing your arms in front of your chest and holding onto your shoulders. You honestly didn’t know what to expect at this point. You’ve been residing in the same complex for close to 2 years now, so aside from the occasional drama from the room above you or malfunctioning of appliances; surprises weren’t something that occurred often at all. You were almost hoping for her to say something a little outlandish. Life had felt so redundant lately.

“Alright. You want it straight? I’ll give to ya. Finances are… rough, to say the least. I can’t keep up with what I’m charging you for rent. So I’m raising it-“

“What? Are you kidding? You know I’m in a shitty situation myself, I can barely afford an eighth of grass. I’m paying for my hrt, come on, dont do this to m-“

“Y/N, chill. You ain’t even let me finish my sentence. Why would I mention you’d be excited if I was just gonna double the rent on you? You think I’m a monster?” She looked mildly offended. Her assurance made you relax your shoulders a bit.

“Anyways; I’m raising the rent and you’re going to be splitting it with a new roommate. I think he’ll be a perfect match for you, he’s your age, a bit quiet, but-“

“Aw shit… please tell me you’re joking. I don’t mesh well with other people. Especially strangers. Plus, you know my ‘thing’. What if I get hatecrimed? What do you even know about this guy?”

“Enough to be sure he won’t slaughter you. I dunno, he might be a little… you know… queer himself even. Not my business.” She flashed a limp wrist to emphasize her point. It would’ve made you chuckle if you weren’t so disappointed and taken off guard. “Be prepared for your new friend tonight. I already told him he’d probably have to take the foldout couch to sleep in.”

“Whatever.”

“You know, maybe you should be excited or something. You’re always alone, getting stoned by yourself and shuffling around here like a hobbit. Your life is your life, but you have a shot at making a friend. You’re gonna have to get used to it anyways, because I need money, and you need a place to live. Once I get his payment, I may even be able to fix your hot water problem.” She winked cartoonishly and took a step back. “That’s all I had to say. If you can afford it, go buy some eyedrops.” She said before walking away, unbothered.

You made a disgusted expression at her back before slamming the door shut and pacing to your bedroom to put some normal clothes on. In that moment, you had decided you’d tidy things up a little bit. Sure, you were pissed off and unhappy that you’d have to be sharing your space with a total stranger all of a sudden, but you didn’t wanna feel embarrassed about a mess on top of that. Wasn’t worth fighting fire with fire.

Time felt like no object as you cleaned up; throwing laundry into your crummy little dryer, spraying down the mirror in the bathroom, vacuuming up the ash and crumbs scattered throughout the apartment floor. Before you knew it, you had looked at the clock and it was 4 PM. You had done a damn thorough job sanitizing and tidying.

Damn, I’ve been cleaning all fucking day for some dude I don’t even know. I deserve a medal for hospitality or something.

You looked over at the little coffee table, spotting your lighter.

Or maybe a couple bong rips would suffice.

Packing up the bowl tight with a nice fluffy bunch of weed, you situated yourself outside with a glass of water and got ready to get fucked. Your anxiety was starting to eat at you now that you weren’t occupied cleaning; and what better way to rid yourself of that nagging feeling then to smoke it away?

Time dragged on as you smoked an unforeseen amount of bud. Your eyelids got progressively heavier until they fell and your body gave in to much needed sleep. A sleep that would once again be crudely interrupted, as the slamming of something hitting the floor of your apartment pulled you to your feet in fear. With bloodshot, sleepy eyes you yanked the door from your balcony open and staggered inside.

“The fuck?” Your voice cracked with apparent concern and confusion. In front of the doorway of your abode stood a lanky, and clearly startled man about your age. He had dark dreads, silver eyebrow piercings, and a uniquely handsome face. You scanned him tentatively, trying to figure out in your stoned state of mind if he was a threat or not.

“Sorry, I uh, Lily gave me a key and I didn’t wanna knock in case you were asleep. I didn’t mean to scare ya like that.” He awkwardly fumbled, putting the key in his pocket before outstretching his hand. “I’m Jonathan.”

You exhaled in relief and reached your hand out to shake his. He seemed polite enough, and the fact that he was clearly nervous as well made you feel a bit better.

“Names’ Y/N. It’s cool to meet you, man.” He gripped your hand with more strength then expected. You couldn’t control your eyes. Your gaze went from up his hand to his face and down his body. Taking in his features and clothing choices the best you could. You noticed his dark, friendly eyes. There looked to be a lot of soul behind them. His decrepit black sweater and sweatpants that looked like they’ve been through purgatory. You wanted to keep staring, but didn’t wanna seem weird.

“This is a really nice place, you do a good job keeping it clean I can see.” Jonathan smiled, trying to ease the tension, earning a soft smile back. His crooked teeth caught your eye.

“Thanks. To be honest, I really don’t. I cleaned it all today, went fucking nuts with it.”

“Aww, what? Already trying to impress me and we just met, huh?” He playfully responded, making you blush a bit. Fortunately for you, it was just dim enough so that he couldn’t tell.

“Man whatever.” You laughed tiredly. “Can I help you with anything? You look like you might be strugglin’ a bit.” You looked over to his bags that had fallen all over the floor. One had busted open and his clothes had come flooding out. You noticed a pair of thigh high striped socks and garters. Interesting.

He looked behind him and sighed softly, turning back to you. “Nah, nah… Well… I hate to make this kind of first impression, but would you maybe have sumthin’ to eat? I’m fuckin’ starving.”

You nearly facepalmed. Fuck. I was supposed to go grocery shopping today.

“Shit man, I wish I could say yes. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m hungry m’self.”

“Oh fuck, well… can I buy you something to eat then? It’s like almost midnight but I can get us something from the Kwik Stop across the street.”

You smiled, a bit surprised at the offer. You would’ve said no out of courtesy since you normally don’t like when people buy things for you; but because he was moving into your space, you graciously took him up on the offer. Before leaving, you both moved his bags onto the couch and went on your way. It was pitch black outside. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been out for until he mentioned it was about midnight. Time felt weird.

The Kwik Stop was just across the road from your complex, which was empty due to the odd time of evening. On the brief walk there, you had partaken in some small talk; learning that he had come from Bakersfield, that he enjoyed music, that you both really liked The Cure. He had a very soft spoken and gentle cadence to his voice. Although you weren’t excited by any means to have to embrace a new roommate, it didn’t seem like it’d be necessarily hard to get along. In fact, you found yourself kind of attracted to him which threw you off a bit.

“Feel free to grab whatever you want, It’s on me.” He winked at you and walked off, going straight for the beers in the back. Once you both got what you wanted, you left to run back across the street. The sidelights lit your faces up dully as you waited for cars to cease passing by. "I really appreciate you getting me something to eat."

"Don't worry about it. I really appreciate you being so cool about me staying at your place. I probably would've beaten the shit out of me the way I showed up earlier." He chuckled softly. Jon's gaze was soft, his eyes looked like black holes reflecting the small amount of light emanating from the street. You met his fixed look with your own causing him to nervously glance at his feet.

"I gotta be cool with it, right? We're roommates now. If anything, I'm surprised you didn't peace out when my stoned ass came bumbling through the door at you. Was kinda embarrassing."

"Naw, it was sorta endearing." You didn't even have a moment to respond before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the street. "C'mon, let's head out." He kept your wrist in his grasp as the two of you speedwalked across the road. You had been caught up staring at Jon's face rather than paying attention to the cars. He let go of you once you reached the other side. "Whew, let's fuckin' eat."

You walked up the stairs and unlocked the door to your apartment, letting you both in. Jon plopped down on the couch and instantly started ripping apart the wings he had bought. He looked up at you with full cheeks and patted the space next to him. You sat down somewhat guardedly, slurping at the slushy you got. As you both ate and drank your respective food and engaged in chitchat, it was easy to tell that sleepiness was becoming palpable. Your eyes kept fluttering closed as Jon would try to continue engaging in conversation. You had been sitting and talking for over an hour now.

"Y/N, you oughtta go to sleep." He snickered staring at you, his head in his hand. "I can tell you're exhausted."

Your eyes peeled open, dark circles encompassing them. "I guess I should. Fuck, I'm so tired. I'm sorry. I wanted to try and vibe a bit more but-"

"Go to bed. We'll have plenty of time to talk tomorrow. I just like your company, it's why I won't shut the fuck up." A sleepy smile plastered on his face. You groggily got up and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth before passing out on your bed. Too tired to change out of your day clothes, but not too tired to unplug your alarm clock.

As the next couple days and weeks passed, you and Jonathan got to know each other better. Developing a friendship where you could be both serious when necessary, but poke fun at each other as well. You took space when you needed it but found that you both enjoyed each other's energy. Jon became more talkative as the days went on, and the two of you found it easy to intently listen to each other. He had told you about the band he was in and how they're working on their first album; even invited you to their next rehearsal. You were becoming somewhat close pretty fast. It'd been a bit difficult to continue suppressing the full on crush you developed on him throughout your time together. You kept covering it up by teasing and making fun of him in subtle, friendly ways. He did the same, but you assumed it was his way of being friendly.

In the midst of a pretty serious conversation about childhood and the lyricism behind the songs Jon had been working on with his bandmates; you ended up disclosing the fact that you're trans to him. You had gathered from multiple discussions and his experience with being perceived as queer that he wouldn't be distasteful about it. Fortunately, you were right. He found it to be very interesting and admirable. You were the first trans person he'd met. He was very open to being educated on the subject. Every now and then a new question will pop into his mind that he'll ask you; some a bit invasive, but all in a genuine attempt to better understand and sympathize with you. You came to learn he was a very open minded individual. After you came out to him, he insisted on giving you an almost uncomfortably long hug. Almost, but more than anything it was a very meaningful gesture. Ever since then, you found yourselves embracing and having sentimental moments a little more often. It was nice to finally have somebody to confide in about your personal life and vice versa. Friends, dates, socializing in general hadn't exactly been a tangible thing since you moved away from home.

At this point, it had been about a couple weeks since he had initially moved in. At the end of a very long workday, you had planned to head over to the Kwik Stop together and grab slushies. This time, on you. Work hadn't ended until 9:30, which left you getting back to the apartment around 10 PM. Jonathan was waiting eagerly when you got back. The moment you opened up the door, he sprung up from the couch and walked over to you. “Let’s get outta here!” He pushed past you, grabbing your wrist and tugging you along. He got into the habit of dragging you places by your wrist like that. You didn’t get the chance to even say hello, let alone change out of your work clothes.

After picking out your ridiculous sized slushies, you headed back to the apartment and finally had the opportunity to change into something more comfortable. You grabbed a random oversized t-shirt and pair of sweats from the dryer, swiftly throwing them on before exiting your room to join Jon on the couch. Looking up at him, you noticed a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You sneered, raising an eyebrow. "What's your damage?"

"Nothing. You're just wearing my shit." He pointed a finger at you, still smirking. He proceeded to take an obnoxiously loud sip from his drink, not breaking eye contact. You looked down at the clothes you had mindlessly tossed on to find he was right.

"Oh, uh, shit. My bad. I thought-I didn't even realize. I'll go change real quick."

"You shouldn't. It looks good on you." He very obviously scanned you up and down. A hot blush spread rapidly across your face. You both locked eyes for a few silent moments before he spoke again. "You're turning red."

"Man shut the fuck up." You sputtered out, flustered and unable to hide the smile on your face. "That's gay as hell." You were never very good at accepting compliments.

"That ain't a problem with me." Jon snickered and bit his lip looking quite satisfied with himself. You plopped next to him on the couch and flipped the television on. Out of the corner of your eye while channel surfing, he was making it pretty apparent that he was gawking at you. You had your gaze fixated on the tv and tried to play it cool; despite your heartbeat growing louder in your ears. Jonathan interrupted your aimless search for something to watch by letting you know he had a VHS tape he wanted to show you. You hesitantly agreed as he sprung up and grabbed it from one of his bags, popping it into the player.

"It's called Cannibal Holocaust." He casually sat back down, a little closer to you then before.

"Jonathan, what the actual fuck are you making me watch right now?"

"Don't worry, it's all fake. Mostly. If you get scared, I'll protect you." He playfully patted your head and chuckled, turning his face towards the screen. Every time he touched you, whether it was a tiny tap, a hug, a fist bump, a gentle hand on your waist to get by you; it always made butterflies arise in your stomach. As the movie played on, you found yourself progressively more disturbed and unsettled. Every now and then, Jon would turn his head toward you to check your reactions. You thought it was pretty cute, but with him doing so, felt compelled to try and force a stone-faced expression. That was, until a particular scene involving a turtle shocked your system.

"OH SHIT!" You jumped in disgust and fear, spilling your giant, now melted slushie all over the couch. Jon couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You fucking weirdo, where are you gonna sleep tonight now?" you snapped in a mildly annoyed tone. He wiped a tear from his eye from laughter, glancing down at the sticky mess.

"Damn... Guess I'll curl up on the floor?" He got up to go grab paper towels from the counter. You took a deep breath and got up to turn the VHS player off. You felt a little bad for raising your voice at him.

"Nah, nah. I'm sorry, that was totally my fault. You can sleep in my bed... I-I wouldn't mind."

He gladly accepted as you both proceeded to get ready to go to sleep. Brushing your teeth, setting up his one pillow and bracing yourself for what you hoped to be a casual, non awkward evening. He walked into your room from the bathroom with nothing but a pair of dramatically short, tattered boxers on. You couldn't help but gawk at his figure; he was so much hairier than you imagined. Almost made your mouth water. He excitedly crawled under the covers next to you and faced you, a cheesy grin on his face.

"Taking it to the next level now, are we?" He winked.

"You're dumb." You laughed tiredly. Your faces were inches away, causing you both to subtly turn red. "You've been acting so gay lately."

"Yeah yeah, haw haw, Imma fag... Can you blame me? We've been spending so much time together. I'm starting to like- well I dunno. Nevermind. We gotta sleep." He closed his eyes and began cartoonishly snoring. 'Honk shoo, honk shoo'. It made you snicker.

"No, you can't do that, Jon. Tell me what you were gonna say. I promise I won't be a douchebag about it." You inched closer, getting in his face. Your mutual sleepiness causing your walls to come down a bit. He opened one eye, lips curling into a smile seeing you so close to him.

"I don't wanna make things weird, Y/N. We're sleeping in the same bed tonight." The anticipation of waiting for him to say what you thought he was going to was killing you. You were both sweating. A brief stretch of silent thought ensued until you interjected.

"You have a crush on me or something?" You tried to keep a casual, somewhat playful tone, but your voice came out shaky. His eyes bulged a bit, looking away from you. He sighed dramatically.

"You know, I played that movie kinda hoping that you'd get scared and like, grab my hand or want me to put my arm around you or something. I didn't expect you to dump liquid diabetes all over the couch... and now we're laying in the same bed... and I feel more awkward about telling you this then I thought I would..." He trailed off hesitantly. You hadn't even realized you'd been holding your breath since he started talking.

"Just say it." You impatiently spat out. His eyes fixed back onto yours, both of you using the blanket to cover your faces from the nose down.

He laughed awkwardly; "Peer pressure... I think I've made it obvious enough, right?... I really like you. Like, I'm crushin' on you a fuckton. I think you're really fuckin' cute, Y/N." He almost whispered out. Your smile stretched across your face so wide that your eyes squinted almost completely. You saw the smile in his eyes as well, as you both remained stuck in each other's gazes. You couldn't come up with a response due to your surprise and the surgency of emotions. Time seemed to stretch on forever as you affectionately stared into one another's gazes. Jon hummed thoughtfully to himself, debating on whether or not to interject the silence.

"Can I kiss you?" Jon softly asked. You nodded your head enthusiastically, prompting him to scoot closer to you until your lips weren't even a centimeter apart. He placed a gentle hand on the side of your face and leaned in, placing a tender, somewhat quick kiss on your lips. You couldn't hold back your childish giggle.

"So I take it I didn't make things weird?" He chuckled, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"No, no. I'm actually really happy you said something. I'm kinda surprised. I uh, I like you too. A lot. If that wasn't apparent... and yeah, I also think you're cute. Very cute." You made the bold, sleep deprived decision to move your hand onto his bare waist, making him slightly twitch in pleasant surprise.

"Careful now. You're gonna give me a boner."

"Man you're so fucking dumb." The both of you laughed as you gave him a light, playful slap on the cheek. The rest of the night was spent sprinkling soft kisses on each other's faces and lazily making out. The romantic tension that had been building finally burst with your mutual confessions. Jon kept trying to spoon you throughout the evening, but in your exhausted state, you couldn't help but toss and turn. Every now and then, you'd feel a kiss on the back of your neck, or his hand resting on your waist. You could tell already that touch was his love language. Before you finally fell asleep, you ended up having to accept your nightly fate of being swallowed up in his arms. His chest hair tickled the back of your neck as he kept you pressed up against him. It was a much safer and cozy feeling then you were expecting. You had never felt so comfortable with the touch of another person before. It was one of the most restful, satisfying nights' sleep you had since you could remember.

#jonathan davis x reader #jonathan davis x transmasc reader #jonathan davis x ftm reader #jonathan davis fic #jonathan davis #korn fic #bawltongue writes #roommates #fic

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hostilemuppet · 10 months ago

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floyd got his talent stolen in a perfume bottle. i think jd would be rolled up and smoked like a blunt, like the guy from scary movie 2.

I think hes more of a bong kinda guy

#ask

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hoodshem · 2 years ago

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All of my furbies!

The oldest ones:

On the left we have Cypher (no, he's not named after Bill Cypher), he is year 2000 furby, which makes him pretty special, hehe.

On the right is Bong Bonk, furby baby in the color "blue change", and he is now plushified (the mechanic part is also in use, you'll see it later).

On the left here we have Gorilla Pickle, furby buddy in the color "owl". He is my first 90s furby!

In the middle is Kuzco, McDonald's furby from 2001, and on the right is Wonderwall, another McDonald's one, but from 2006.

The newest ones:

In the middle we have Acetone, furby boom in the color "blue waves" from 2013.

On the sides there are McDonald's furbies from 2012-2013, on the left is Roblox, and on the right is Diavolo.

The handmade ones:

Next there are furbies made by me! The first one, Adolph, is made of microfiber towel. The second one, Bad Trip, is made out of a body of 2001 McDonald's furby and some scrap fabric. Third one, Opium, is made with pattern of furby buddy and some air dry clay. The fourth (and the most horrifying of them all) is Hannibal Vader. He is made out of robotic parts left from making Bong a plush.

Here is Tonika, the only girl in my collection (such a shame, actually). Her body is crossbody bag, and her face is a 2001 McDonald's furby (i took it from Bad Trip).

And here are furbies made by my friends. On the left is Pronouns, and on the right is JD (which is short for Janthony Dicholas). He was made by @eshtaresht!

And last, but not least, is Yolk, my longest and most spoiled son.

The end!

I hope that my collection wil expand and i will have all furbies that i want :)

#my furby #2005 furby #furby #furby 1998 #furby fandom #allfurby #safe furby

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vip-luc · 1 month ago

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Tags @lumaereis errr @vierrawr

And open tags cause I don’t have many moots ig

Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!

#�� ‧₊˚ 🩸🦴 wybie screaming at you #heathers the musical #jd heathers #rtc misha #ride the cyclone #clyde south park #south park #squid game #thanos squid game #vote #୧ ‧₊˚ 🩸🦴 wybie’s reblogs

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phoenixriaartemis · 8 months ago

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Sims Boombayah coaches

Kinda debating which coaches I should post.In the end I thought about this ones but ngl I thought the difficult one would be Hea or Bong and in the end was So

Anyways apart from this in a week we have a new season ahead and I'm very excited(better than the feeling that I had yesterday with the JD VR announcement but I'm not gonna tal about it now)because one WE'RE GETTING PAPPARAZZI and two COSTUME PLAYLIST BACK YES! even though we can already see and play some maps that are out,Todo de ti and Don't Rush(two maps that had been leak before but anyways)(I could have done them way before this now that I'm thinking about it)

#just dance 2022 #just dance #jd kyung #jd so #jd hea #jd bong

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sclfcare · 2 years ago

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tries to give her the benefit of the doubt ─── their upbringings couldn't be more contrasting . jordan gave up the whole making his parents proud song and dance before he even entered high school . molly is still figuring out who she is , what kind of person she wants to be outside of the constricting guidelines her father has held her to . he knows he's fucking lucky to be a part of it , that somehow , she sees past his outward presentation . she trusts him . and jd would rather die than shatter it all ──── feels secure with her too , even if he doesn't quite know how to express it . " look . you know you're fine here . who's gonna judge you here . . . me ? nah . never . we don't even have to talk about your old man anymore . i just want you to have a good time with me tonight . " molly looks too damn enticing with the bong pressed against her plump brims ; wonders what it'd look like if it were his cock instead . lewd thoughts are abruptly set aside , wetting his lesser with his tongue . homme grabs a bottle of water on the coffee table , opening it up to offer to her , " you did so good , babe , you sure you never did this before ? ─── drink some of this . . . you wanna take another hit ? "

while she realistically knew that jd would never take it upon himself to tell anyone, especially her father, that she was considering dabbling in smoking, she had the lingering fear in the back of her mind that someone would catch wind of her actions and rat her out. " i know you'd never tell, " she told him, offering him a slight smile. " well, i've never really acted out before and i know i'm old enough to make my own decisions, but considering i still live with them, things are just a little complicated. " molly sighed before nodding. " yeah, i guess you could say that i am scared of him. he's just . . . judgmental and critical and i don't know what would really happen if he found out. " she didn't want to find out, either. she'd rather sneak around and continue to hope that nobody became aware of what she was doing. laughed at his choice of words, wondering what'd inspired him to say something like that. " well, i trust you. that's why i'm okay with doing this with you. " following instructions had always been pretty simple for her, but she found that she loved the way he called her a good girl, reassured her she was doing it correctly. words of praise meant a lot to molly. she pulled away a few seconds later, relatively impressed by the fact that she'd managed to pull it off while only coughing slightly after exhaling.

#jd.#gtjkrehjyrlkhy i hate that a part of him likes corrupting her like this #he needs to be put in a cage !!!!

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blueikeproductions · 2 years ago

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Veronica: W-we killed them… We killed Thrash and Throttle… -drops the gun in disbelief-

JD: Uh-huh. -blows the smoke from his Ich Luge “stun gun”- Why’re you crying? I thought you’d be happy! Your tormentors are gone.

Veronica: G…Gone… GONE!? HAVE YOU BEEN HUFFING PAINT WITH TRACEY?! I didn’t WANT them DEAD, JD!

JD: -looks genuinely confused- Y-you didn’t? B-but they were harassing you AND Danny-boy physically, a-a-and the whole sword fight in your mouth thing…! …Huh… How DOES that even work… Maybe I need to ask Kur- -ahem- uh one of the gay guys… -looks at Thrash and Throttle’s corpses- Not these two stud muffins obviously. -kicks Thrash in the ribs-

Veronica: Right, sure, kick them while they’re down! …Oh god what am I saying…

JD: Why not? Nobody liked them anyway…except Cheryl … who I think we can both agree has major self esteem problems and a taste for trash. And hey we took OUT the trash! =D

Veronica: STOP TRYING TO PUT A POSITIVE SPIN ON THIS!

— —

Elsewhere.

Dan, Kurt and Ram are taking turns playing TMNT: The Arcade Game at Ram’s house with Ram’s kid sister watching them curiously.

Kurt: -suddenly flinches in what appears to be pain-

Ram: -also has an odd, pained, flinching reaction and grabs his chest-

Dan: Whoa, what’s wrong with you two?

Ram: I… I dunno. I feel like I … dodged a bullet there…

Dan: Huh?

Kurt: You too, bro? I had this weird thought about dust and dinosaurs and kinda got freaked out…

Dan and Ram’s sister look at each other confused.

Ram’s sister: You’re making less sense than usual, Ram. Maybe you’re too sober. -teases her brother by waving a beer can in his face-

Ram: …Hmph! -takes the can after a beat-

Dan: -looks concerned but unsure of what to say decides to diffuse the situation- Well let’s see if you guys can dodge this! -Has Donatello do a staff sweep attack that knocks Leo and Mikey off the platform-

Kurt: AW FUCK. -tries to rebound-

Ram: No fair, we were having an excess-textile crisis!

Ram’s sister: “Existential”…

Ram: Geezer’un-height.

Dan: He’s back.

— —

Elsewhere, elsewhere

Tracey looks up from her bong: …Hey! -spews out a large puff of smoke- I huffed paint ONCE… by accident… and now I don’t hear the end of it! -puffs in irritation- The audacity. -exhales annoyed-

#heathers #heathers fanfic #heathers headcanons #heathers au #heathers oc #heathers jason dean #jd heathers #veronica sawyer #kurt and ram heathers #blueike productions #blueike #heathers the musical #heathers 1989 #heathers movie

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crearuru · 7 years ago

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put the bong down.

oh,

THIS?

hard to call this a "bong".

this is just to blaze the packs of weed up in the gym,

THOSE are bongs.

#heathers #bongs #weed #heathers spoilers #drug mention #weed /#bong #musicals #dead girl walking #dead girl walking reprise #jd #more like jweed #vicky.txt #but its also tabitha #vicky was jusr the one who wrote the post #original content #scheduled

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nostalgic-pancakes · 4 years ago

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F is for friends who do stuff together - the awake at 2 AM remix

Joan needs a swear jar, Talyn's a lightbulb, Valerie is tired and valid, and Thomas+Sides are very confused)

Summary- Thomas has had his sides around for... a long time. That's for sure. And he knows that nobody else can see them (except maybe Lilly, but she has sides too, so).

Pairings- Pintroverts, Thomas and friends, Thomas and Sides

Read on AO3

Word count- 2666

Warnings- It has character!everyone, and NOT their real life counterparts. Please remember this.

Other notes- AU where instead of Vine, c!Thomas left chemical engineering for signing with a really dope theatre company with his friends. He still meets Nico at the mall, but Nico's a new writer for the company! All the sides are friends too! Enjoy!

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Look, the first time was an accident, okay? Joan was tired and a bit incoherent and what was Thomas supposed to do?!! Leave them be? No! So Joan ended up staying the night.

Except, the next morning was when everyone had entered the courtroom together and they'd gotten WAY too dramatic over whether to lie to them about a text they'd made like… two days ago and that Thomas had only seen after combing through a barrage of memes and that Joan probably wouldn't remember, come to think about it. But that was hindsight and after the utter nightmare that was a whole day (A whole day!!) with Aunt Patty the day before, Virgil and Patton were absolutely freaking out, probably giving Deceit (Who, in hindsight, Thomas knows as Janus) a little extra leeway into the conversation that day.

Either way, Joan had stayed the night in order to recover from the utter sleep-deprivation that they'd been going through, and Thomas had forgotten about the fact that Joan was even there for most of the morning, only seeing them after the entire courtroom spectacle (and a suspiciously dire warning from Virgil) at breakfast, and them leaving to see Talyn a little after (with plenty of hugs involved, duh).

Then Thomas told Joan the truth over the call, and Joan had said The Line (as Roman, Virgil and Janus call it with an oddly cryptid-like voice) and Thomas felt himself go frigid.

Since when did Joan know that Thomas talked to his sides?! Had they learned their names? Figured out that Thomas might just have a few extra screws loose than they might have initially thought?

"Maybe they even hate us now because we got so crazed over one little text and--”

“Virgil. Not helping!” Thomas yelps, and Virgil catches himself in his spiel of worst case scenarios, looking a bit sheepish. Patton and Thomas smile at him reassuringly (he hopes) and Logan clears his throat, causing everyone to turn to him.

“Well, Joan seems to be aware enough of the fact that you speak to us, but mostly considers it as you, as they had said, ‘talking to yourself’, and besides, you didn’t name-drop us too many times, anyways. And while it’s not really...ideal, that Joan thinks you talk to yourself for this long-”

“You can say that again, Stephen Hawk-Nerd”, murmured Roman. Logan winces, and Thomas kind of wants to hug him, so he does.

“Yes, Roman, and as bad as that nickname is, note that this is not, in fact a worst-case scenario. This can be put down to the fact that Thomas has some strange personality quirks-”

“Did you just do some wordplay there, kiddo?” Patton beams at the implication, while Logan, currently being shared by Thomas and Virgil, just groans and descends further into the contact.

“No, I did not, Patton, but what I am saying, is that this is not too bad. We can talk about it as a general personality quirk. This is fine.” Logan finishes, and becomes a heap in the total hug-pile of Thomas and Virgil, flopping over. Huh, he (as usual) has a point. Maybe this can work.

The second time was a pretty near miss, but once again, it was unexpected! He and the sides were just watching Mulan together as usual! They were piled up together, blankets in hand, and yeah, it might look weird to anyone who can’t see the sides, he guesses, with the blankets stretched out in places that have nothing to stretch onto, but once again, he wasn't expecting someone to come over! But anyways- whatever happens, happens. He's trying to be better about it.

It really doesn't stop Janus from pulling out all the stops (teaming up with Virgil, even!) when it comes to having to come up with an alibi to Terrence over why the blankets are arranged so strangely, even though there is literally nothing keeping it afloat. In the end, it's not the most believable lie, but Terrence is busy with Valerie just after, so he probably doesn't really think about it too hard. Besides, Thomas has always been a pretty quirky guy! ("Which could be an insul--" "Jack and Sullen, we love you very very much, but please, for the love of all things Disney, please breathe and take out your fidget cube..") So hey, what was a new quirk when added to everything else?

Meanwhile, Terrence is trying to figure out what the fuck he just saw, because he's pretty sure that there were more than one Thomas there, and Thomas only has two other brothers. Also none of them dress like twenties mobsters or are semi-transparent.

Nico was having a good day. In fact, he still is!

He and his (amazing) boyfriend were sitting on the couch- though more draped on top of each other than anything while binge watching ELITE and Tiny Pretty Things, while also being pleasantly high (as opposed to stoned).

Things only entered strange territory when during one of the flashback murder-y scenes in Tiny pretty Things, a strange man who looked like an even more chaotic Thomas with some grey hair on him entered the room from seemingly nowhere, and proceeded to occupy the sparse space on Thomas’s lap with his head, essntially just napping on his boyfriend’s lap while also being kind of see-through (???!!!???AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH). Thomas noticed, waved a small wave and started playing with this weird guy’s hair.

Nico is now a little high from the bong that he and Thomas had shared, but not enough to hallucinate, especially since, when the high was pretty much gone, the guy was STILL THERE. MIERDA. At this point, he’s just going to call it ghosts. Thomas doesn’t seem to mind too much anyways, so they must not be harmful. Nico decides to table this for another day and go back to binge watching crazy maniacs with his very soft and warm boyfriend, and let the remainder of the high coast along.

"We have to talk about the Thomas thing." Is the first thing Joan says without any bullshit, as soon as everyone except Thomas himself, Gavin (because it's two AM) and Quil are packed together in Thomas's living room, where he just binged Parks and Rec with everyone. They've all finally managed to shove Thomas and Quil back to their respective areas of sleep after 42 hours without said sleep, and nobody was allowed to talk loud enough for them to wake up.

"The… Thomas thing?" Asks Valerie. Oh that sweet summer child. Joan once again quietly calls everyone's attention by asking Talyn to shake their hair around like a neon-coloured alarm bell. This was especially effective in the otherwise dark kitchen where they were trying out glow in the dark hair dye.

"Well, as of lately, we've been seeing a lot, and I mean a lot of really weird shit coming from Thomas. Everyone, recount your experiences." Joan says in the most serious voice they've got. "I'll go first."

They wave their hands like Matt Mercer, as if they were setting up a dope DND campaign. Quietly, of course.

"Well, about a month ago now, I was cleaning here, at Thomas's, because I was sleep-deprived and would have crashed and died if I'd tried to go back to mine and Talyn's. So most of the night goes normally, as one would expect, but when I wake up in the morning…" Joan readjusts their beanie. "I hear Thomas in the living room, talking to people called Logan, Roman, someone called Pat, Virgil and 'deceit'. And this debate becomes an ordeal, alright? He re-enacts a whole entire ace-attorney style courtroom scene with these imaginary people? I called him out on it over the phone when he apologized for some random thing- I don't remember, and he kind of just… admitted that he talks to himself? And moved on.

Everyone absorbs this new information. Camden keeps braiding Talyn's hair.

"But that's not too big of a deal, right Joan?" Whispers Camden, tying up the elaborate mini fishtail plait in Talyn's hair. "I mean, thanks Thomas we're talking about. He could have been rehearsing or something- isn't he JD in the next production of Heathers?"

Terrence speaks up next. "Yes, this would have been all well and good, had the Blanket Incident ™ not occured."

Valerie shakes her head. Why are her friends like this? Oh wait. They’re all theatre nerds, queer and D&D players.

"In the blanket incident ™, I was walking past Thomas's room, as one does. HOWEVER, while he was watching Mulan, I noticed something wrong with his blanket pile!"

"What, that they don't have any Vetal Miking references on them? Because that's the true tragedy here."

"Nope, sorry Tal, the weirdness here was not about Vetal Miking references, but the fact that parts of the blanket were freaking floating, in thin air! I have discreet pictures!"

"What the fuck, Terrence." whispered everyone in a strange, haunting unison that could only be possible at two AM as they saw the very strange pictures.

"And that's not it!" Pipes up Talyn, who is now realising that they are very close to becoming too loud for 2 AM kitchen chats, and makes an effort to quiet down.

"At breakfast today, Thomas's waffles were making themselves- Thomas can't cook, y'all. And he can't even use is fucking waffle iron. And he was on the other side of the room! Talking to Quil!" After Quil left, he told the waffle creator to chill out because the stack was getting too tall!"

"Is this about Thomas's ghosts, guys?" Asks Nico, the new cute boyfriend and new theatre company writer as he plops down in Quil's usual spot. Nico's nice- everyone likes Nico except maybe Nico, to which, well, mood. ALSO- ghosts?!!

"Nico what the fuck do you mean by ghosts, you serial killer in training?"

"One, just because I have to write a serial killer in this new script and I'm enjoying it, it doesn't mean I'm gonna be a serial killer, you tonte. Two: yeah, the ghosts that follow him around and look just like him? They seem nice enough." At everyone's super unspoken request to elaborate, for fuck's sake, he takes the hint and does.

“Oh! So the first time I saw them, I was at the mall. You know, where Thomas and I met?” everyone nods, and Talyn readjusts their braces.

“So there was this guy in a hoodie- Virgil, as you said, and the Disney prince. Roman, I think. And they were just kind of… there? Roman was holding Virgil’s shoulder affectionately, and that’s about it. They were only really visible after about three or four hours of us talking, though.” Some of the people hum.

“Then, we were watching a movie and these two guys who also look a lot like Thomas just kind of lounged? On the couch? They were pretty faint, like if their brightness was decreased to about thirty percent in Photoshop.”

“Hey, same!” says Terrence.

“Yeah, so those guys- the one in the green t-shirt that has the legs on the bus meme- so weird- kind of just stretches onto Thomas’s lap and stays there, while the twenties mobster just… curls up to his side? And thomas is probably like, used to this because he kind of just lets it be and curls the meme shirt-”

“I think it’s Remus.”

“-Remus’s hair absentmindedly and moves on.”

“Fuck.” Whispered Joan very softly, but with great feeling.

“So what do we do about it?” asks Camden. There, finally, someone asks the real questions.

“Well,” puts forward Talyn. “They’re not harming him, right? And he’s had them around for a long enough time, right? So what’s the harm? Thomas is just haunted and will probably be on Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural at some point when he dies but hey, if he’s cool with it, we are too.”

Everyone seems to agree with that, and they’re in comfortable silence, until Valerie asks everyone to go the fuck to sleep, we’re still doing the Heather’s costume rehersals and Death Week starts in two days. With groans and cracked joints from Talyn, everyone hobbles off to their respective rooms in the duplex.

Meanwhile, a certain white-streaked side and his hoodied companion are listening through the wall, far away from what anyone can see, and they both visibly sigh in relief. That didn’t go too badly. The question remains: what do we do now?

“They KNOW????” exclaims Thomas, the next day in the (thankfully empty) breakroom, in between rehearsals- Candy Store is being run through and that means that everyone else is outside.

“Yes, Thomas, they know. Or they somewhat know, I suppose.”

“Yeah, because they think we’re-Thomas is being HAUNTED!!’

“Are you not haunted, then?” comes a voice, and Thomas turns around, forgetting to let the sides dissipate in his surprise. It’s Nico, with Talyn and Valerie close behind, who are clearly taking in the six other guys in the breakroom. Well, fuck. The cat’s out of the bag for good, he guesses.

“Could you get everyone else during lunch break? I’ll explain then.” Talyn nods and leaves with a smile, telling him that they’re not mad at him, while Nico asks, voice farther away “So are you haunted or not?”.

“So they’re… aspects of your personality that you’ve been able to manifest since you were a kid?” Camden asks, a bit disbelieving, even as Logan, Roman, Patton and Janus drape themselves over Thomas on one of the beanbags in the breakroom, filled with other nerdy gay young adults. Logan pushes up his glasses, ready to go on another tangent. Go wild, you funky little dude.

“Well yes, that’s exactly what we're saying. I myself am the embodiment of Logic- every fact that Thomas has ever learned, and his, and these are his words, not mine, ‘the only braincell’. He makes the air quotes to go with the expression, but is also smiling fondly.

“Classic Thomas.”

“Yes, Valerie, I am inclined to agree. However, this is not specific to Thomas. Other people can, in fact, do what Thomas is. Lilly Singh is one of them- the reason that she and Thomas are even friends is because in high school Thomas caught her talking to one of her sides in the art room.”

“So wait-- we can summon sides too?!” asks Nico, and he and Camden look genuinely excited, but Thomas knows the answer to that question.

“Unfortunately no, not really. You have to have an extremely active imagination, and also be ‘innocent’, as society would put it. I’d say näive.”

“For example, I couldn’t make any more sides after i was fourteen, because I watched the news by then.” pipes in Thomas. Joan seems to process this first, nodding and grinning sardonically. “Ah yes, the news. Wrecking childhoods since forever.” everyone nods in gay syncing, because gay minds think at the same time.

Valerie suddenly speaks up; “So how many sides do you have, Thomas?”

Thomas perks up, because his sides are possibly his favourite metaphysical beings (as narcissistic as that might sound) “I have six! My logic, morality, both creativities- Kids and Family and PG13-and-up, anxiety and deceit! I have two creativities because of catholic guilt and my mind’s inherent need to cause chaos, I guess.”

“Valid” replied Valerie.

The rest of break passed by pretty smoothly, with questions being passed back-and-forth about what the sides truly were, considering they clearly were not just Thomas, and Virgil even felt okay enough to come in later! So that was good. Though he kind of wishes Remus had made fewer Heathers jokes- Camden was starting to look squeamish, even as Nico frantically took notes of gorey facts to use in his script.

Honestly, Thomas thought to himself. What was I scared of?

Irrational things. And rejection, replies Virgil in his head. He laughs and pulls him in for a hug, and tries as he might to deny it, Virgil is looking pretty chuffed.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #character thomas #nico flores #nico flores x thomas sanders #pintroverts #not rpf #do not repost #ts virgil #ts logan #ts remus #vee's writing #2021 #f is for friends verse

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