#like uh no ? sorry ? but did we WATCH the same movie ???? cuz the movie I watched depicted patriarchy as movie stars and men in suits?

[lady-tortilla-chip]

I will say as much as I genuinely enjoyed the Barbie movie, I reallyyyyy don’t like the response to it

[livelaughlovesubs]

Submissive who pretends he isn’t interested and tries to escape but femdom finds him because she knows he’s shy please

I’m not sure if you meant the girl kidnapped him or not. Like it sounds as if she kidnapped the dude, cuz she’s a yandere, and he pretends he doesn’t like her and hides his feelings then escapes, but she finds him and goes, “aww you are just shy, just a thundere.” I’ll try my best to fulfil your request though

Femdom x subbyboy (a little different than what I usually write)

It’s just some fluff

“Aww, I love you~!” You said, spreading your arms and trying to hug your friend. Instead of doing the same, he avoided you and took a step to the side. “Damn, that hurt me.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at your words, then he put his hands into his pockets. “You keep saying weird things.” The male said, starting to walk off. Without a moment hesitation you followed him, replying, “It’s true, my babyboy.” And winked at him. “Bro… nu uh.” Your friend shook his head, laughing awkwardly.

The two of you have been friends for a few years now, so those antics were common. But lately, you’ve been wondering if you genuinely had feelings for him. In the end you came to the conclusion you did, and you tried to tell him multiple times. Every time you’d hang out, even over texts you’d keep flirt with him. Despite all that, he won’t listen to you or acknowledge your feelings for him. He wasn’t turned you down though..! So, is he perhaps shy?

Before you started all this, you mentioned to him how you valued your friendship, and if he turns you down you wouldn’t be mad. Sometimes he was a pushover, and thought his feelings aren’t that important so he wouldn’t tell you things, but you made sure he understood what you meant. You really liked him, which was also very obvious by the way you act. Hugging him a lot, complimenting him and making flirty but funny comments. Though if you ever sensed even a hint of discomfort within him, you’d stop at the spot.

You were conflicted. Should you try and keep pursue him, or move on? The later was easier said than done, especially since you two still hung out a lot. There was lot of pull and push, heart races or stings. In the end, you decided to give it up. He was starting to lessen the physical contacts between you two, you really should take a hint shouldn’t you?

Let’s just act like your feelings perished, that’s what you had planned out while walking to his home. Today was a weekend, and he invited you over to cook at his place, something you both did a lot. He was a pretty good cook since he lived alone, and you’d always jokingly call him your housewife. The sound of the doorbell rang through your ears, followed by the click sound of a lock. As expected, your friend opened the door and welcomed you inside. Without wasting too much time, the two of you went to the kitchen and started cooking. To your surprise the food was already chopped, he had prepared it in advance. You immediately turned to face him, then hugged him tightly, “ahh!! Cute! Be my wife alright?!” There goes your plan…

His eyes widened and he grabbed the kitchen counter. Your sudden attack made him back up a little, hips hitting the table. “Get off woman! You are heavy!” He shouted, his hands were kept far away from you. “Alright alright! Sorry.” You answered and released him, then asked, “sooo, what do we have to do first?”

After the cooking session, which consisted of him giving you instructions on how to make the dish, you two decided to watch the movie. The curry was still boiling, and he set a timer for it. Now you were all alone, sitting on the couch next to each other. Some intrusive thoughts plagued your mind. Should you bring up your feelings again? Or confront him about it? With all those things running through your head, you were barely able to focus on the film.

In the end, you sceptically wrapped a hand around his shoulder, while your eyes were glued to the horror movie in front of you. That’s when you thought your heart skipped a beat, when he suddenly inched closer to you, and put his head on your shoulder. This continued for a bit, neither spike a single word. After some time, the position changed and you were basically hugging him from behind, while he rested his head on your chest. You whispered, “why don’t you just sit on my lap at this point?” Since he was getting awfully close, but to your dismay he refused.

Oh well, it’s something at least. But you really thought he didn’t like physical contact with you anymore? You were even worried that it was harassment, what if he didn’t like it after all? Leading to your question, “you don’t mind me being clingy..?” “Not when we aren’t in public.” Your friend replied in the split of a second, his answer shoot out immediately. “Oh.” Honestly, you were really glad to hear that, the last thing you’d want was for him to hate you, or to hurt him.

As the film progressed, you found yourself enjoying his company more and more. He also smelled so good, so fresh and.. just pleasing. At some point you commented on that as well, “you smell nice.” To which he said, “mhm.” If only you were able to take single glance at his face, then you would have noticed the blush on his cheeks. Then you continued, “you are so handsome~ man, why won’t you date me?” Surprising your emotions? Screw that. You were fully back to your usual self again. In response to your compliment he stood up, grabbing his phone and saying, “the timer is up.” Then he went to the kitchen, leaving you alone and dumbfounded.

[bulbabutt]

say what you will about bay april (and trust me, megan fox deserves so much better) at least she's proactive about looking into things and does things without the boys-hell she's the reason they're even alive in the first place, she saved splinter and the turts as a kid

doesn't erase vernon and mikey being constantly horny on main for her or that weird technique they force her to do to get info out of stockman in oots's opening segments but still, give her credit, she's strong-willed and has a sense of justice and tries to do what's right

hmmmmmmm ok. theres a lot to say about bayverse april. and i specifically avoided talking about movie aprils cuz it was going to get repetitive and long (like 1990 april is very similar to 87 and 07 april is basically 03 april)

but with bayverse, you're right, she is the central character in that movie who drives the plot. but thats because of the megan fox of it all, being that shes the biggest star there and also because bay had an obsession with her (to her detriment bad vibes all over the fucking place holy shit leave this woman alone) we're still framing aprils ass in the shot, still being creepy about her, despite the fact this movie is trying to be from her perspective (for more info on that aspect i think you just gotta watch lindsay ellis' "the framing of megan fox" video about transformers, because its the same shit here)

and just because its like 87 april (because this movie is pandering to 87 fans) doesnt mean theyre really add anything or even understand the concept of what makes 87 april good in the first place. like i said in my post about 87 april, what makes her great is that the turtles fall into her story, and that we are centred on the news room politics of it all. the human world the turtles interact with is her life.

(this got kinda long so its under a cut)

in this movie, we change the misogynistic boss burne thompson into: whoopi goldburgs burnadette thompson. which. hm, color and gender blind casting for burne thompson is. a way to do it i guess. (i do know whoopi is in this movie because she wanted to be in a turtles movie, no disrespect there) but it removes that core element of reporter april fighting her shitty boss. in this she's now just a regular reporter working at a normal news station, but also we're still giving her the girly aerobics story. so, who's decided that if her boss is a black woman? thats kind of fundamentally changing the implications of why shes stuck doing that job, its no longer because shes the woman reporter, and is now just because thats what shes been assigned. now its not her fighting sexism, its her just not wanting to do her job. a shitty one, but its no longer because of a sexist work place.

and then her story of being a reporter is she gets FIRED for being a BAD reporter, because shes crazily rambling about turtles to her boss with no real sources. which...87 april didnt do that, her point wasnt to find the turtles, it was to use her job to help them. the turtles are the secret, not the story. for a movie that likes pandering to 87 and nothing else, they missed this concept entirely

(side note that isnt important, when shes rambling to the roommate about them.... this movie panders enough to 87, why is the roommate not just named irma. shes only in that scene. seriously, it should have just been irma.)

and then. the vernon fenwick of it all........ why the fuck. did you do this. why make him the only character who believes her? oh sorry, not even believes her, simply THINKS SHES HOT. SO GOES ALONG WITH IT. i know they wanted to put casey jones in this movie, but then went NOOO that would be SILLY if the guy hanging out with her is casey (we want to save him for the seqeul) so lets make it another reporter. uh vernon. hes from the original! and thus we change vernon from being the rival reporter who hates her because shes a woman whos better at his job than him, into just: her creepy co reporter who has a crush on her. and since he's the co star here, she has to not tell him off for his bad behaviour. maybe he'll even get a date out of it!

(again, if she needed a sidekick, irma is right there, you put the other two here, why not irma)

and the choice to make her a part of the turtles origin story is, in my perspective, very much like my issue with 12 april's destined to be part of the story thing. shes part of this story because her dad created the turtles. yes, she saved the turtles and splinter, but its less of her own choice in the matter, its because she was the daughter of the man who made them. its the opposite of what i think makes her a good character in the franchise, someone who is hunting for a story and gets in too deep, and happens to be near enough by the turtles that they get her out.

like lets compare her to the april closest to her, 1990 april. thats an april who gets into the plot via going hunting for a story on her own. there's some kind of gang up to no good and she wants to get to the bottom of it. she does get to the bottom of it all on her own, she learns via interviewing immigrants that the foot is the organization behind it. shes doing something no one wants her to do, shes going against what her boss, and what cops think she should be doing, and the foot literally try to kill her because SHE is hunting for THEM. she ends up in turtle plot because raphael HAPPENS to be around when the foot find her. its HER story. the foot is after HER. the turtles in that movie end up losing splinter and then fighting the foot BECAUSE april was looking for them. THATS what makes her have agency in the story.

i do think a lot of you guys are missing my point here though (no offence!) so let me try to explain it better.

its not just about if we see april be a self sufficient character who's central to the plot, or even what her personality is like, its whether she exists in a real way outside of the men around her. its if her choices are important to the story. she doesnt need to have saved the turtles, know how to fight, kicked the shredder, or have been right about whatever story is going on. the question is: is she in the story because she did something on her own to get to it? is she a character who matters without the men in her life? can she stand on her own? do you care about her life? what are her aspirations, how is she trying to achieve them?

based on all that, i think 2014 april is in fact the weakest april. they're only making her seem like 1987 april because, and i dont know if ive said this anywhere yet, men who watched 87 when they were kids think shes hot. that is the only value a lot of people have placed on her. thats her legacy to a lot of people. its fucked up, and this movie doesnt do anything to dissuade you from thinking that.

sorry to go off on your ask, but bayverse (specifically the first one) really got no aspect of any tmnt thing correct. not april, not shredder, not splinter, not casey, and not the aspect of how these turtles are even ninja (i think everyone involved shouldn't be allowed to make another piece of media for putting that fucking ninjitsu book in the fucking sewer)

[thoselethalarts]

𝓚𝓪𝔃𝓾𝓸 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓻𝓸 - 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

(SSR) Birthday Suit Up (Part 3): “Happy Birthday!”

(Savanaclaw Dorm: Birthday Venue)

“Tell us a bit about your family.”

Kazuo: Oh, sure thing! Kazuo: Let’s see… my immediate family is just me, my mom, and my dad. I have grandparents on both side of the family, too, but we don’t live with either of them. Kazuo: My dad really wanted me to have siblings to grow up with when I was born, but my mom wasn’t having any of it. “One and done,” she says, “I don’t have the time to be taking care of any more than that.” Kazuo: I still think my dad wished I could have had a sibling to grow up with, but I had my cousins to grow up with too so I wasn’t ever really alone! Kazuo: My dad’s side of the family is really big, so I’ve got lots of cousins that I got to hang out with. They were basically like siblings to me. Kazuo: Some of my cousins actually lived next door to us when I was growing up, too, so they were more than a good enough replacement for siblings in my opinion.

Kazuo: Both of my parents work, and I used to walk home from school but I didn’t have a key to our front door yet, so when I got home I’d go next door and hang out with my cousins for a bit until they came home. Kazuo: One of them, my older cousin Joey, he’s the one that introduced me to a lot of video games that I still really like now. Like Dragon Quest, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts… oh, and Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance, too! Kazuo: We don’t hang out a lot like we used to since we both work now, but I’m thankful I had him there for me when I was younger~

“You, Marcus, and Matt are all from the same hometown too, is that right?”

Kazuo: Oh yeah! We go back quite a ways~ Kazuo: We went to the same school together ages ago, but I didn’t really know them back then. We just happened to be in different friend groups and didn’t meet until our college years. Kazuo: The person I knew the best until then was a girl named Katia. Kazuo: She’s- uh… an old friend of mine. Kind of. Well, not really “kind of”, she was really my only friend for most of my elementary and high school years. Kazuo: Outside of my cousins I didn’t really have a lot of friends when I was younger. Everybody thought I was some freaky weirdo cuz I can see ghosts and they can’t. Kazuo: People would either think I was making things up because I was trying to scare them, or just because I was crazy. But she believed me. She was the only person that did. Kazuo: She said she could see them too, so we kinda bonded over that. Though, looking back, I’m not entirely sure if she was telling the truth about that or if she just made that up to make me feel better. Kazuo: We used to text every day, and we’d play games together and watch TV shows and movies together… it was nice. We were really good friends for, like, 11 years. Kazuo: We’re not really friends anymore though. Things kinda fell apart between us, to say the least. That I’d rather not get too much into.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Kazuo: Yeah… but it’s okay. I’m okay. And anyway, that doesn’t matter anymore cuz now I have new friends! Kazuo: Friends like Marcus, Matt, Aiden, and Annie… but also Xiang and Zachary! Now I’ve got way more friends than I know what to do with~ People that understand me, and actually care about me and my well-being. Kazuo: I’m really glad to have met them when I did. I’m happier than I’ve ever been, all thanks to them~

“Thank you for telling us your stories. Happy birthday again!”

/ End.

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

"One large popcorn with just salt, and one-"

She paused for a second, glancing at Zoey like she expected to hear protest. Zoey appeared to be zoning out.

Right. They were in a crowded line. Zoey had stopped paying attention after Kaz offered to order them both popcorn.

She would have to do this herself.

"I dont..." she muttered. "I dont have to compete with boys...I dont have to compete with anybody....I should just be myself."

She looked at the cashier, a little red in the face for having to say this in front of them. They looked like they didnt care. Okay. Order time. "One.. large cheese popcorn, one large popcorn extra butter, and a coke."

"Oh, actually can I have cheese on mine too?" Zoey piped up. "You made it sound good."

Before they got their popcorn, Kazuichi motioned for them to go to the counter on the side. She removed the lid from her coke and poured a bit of it onto the popcorn.

She watched Zoey's expression. "Sorry" she muttered.

Zoey laughed. "What? Why are you sorry? You already regret doing that?"

"Um. I know this is a stupid way to eat popcorn."

"You can do what you want!" Zoey said. "I think it's cool. Maybe Ill try it next time."

"But you dont even like coke!"

"Yeah, okay, then maybe not."

They both giggled. Kaz's self consciousness was ebbing away a little bit. Zoey's presence was helping.

"You okay?" Zoey asked.

Oo. So she did notice. "Yeah. It's nothing."

"What's up?"

Well, they still had some time left. "I usually get, well, used to get just salt on popcorn, at least at the movies. Cuz guys used to make fun of me if I got more than that."

Zoey got closer, but then stopped. "I cant hug you yet, I dont wanna spill my popcorn." She explained.

"Aw. I... like I said, it's stupid."

"It's not stupid. Well, maybe a little, but I get it. I got made fun of for dipping my fries in mayonnaise."

"Oh."

When they got in the theater, Kazuichi wondered about how, if she felt selfconscious over some damn popcorn, then how the hell was she supposed to get over the hurdle of actually dressing like a girl in public? Even boymoding, she felt like everyone could see right through her just for ordering popcorn with a lot of flavor. That was such a girly thing, right?

They sat down. Zoey set her popcorn in the empty seat next to her and immeadiately hugged her, careful to avoid knocking into Kazuichi's popcorn.

Kazuichi hugged back. She couldnt help but smile.

"Sorry if you're self conscious. I dont mind whatever you do with your popcorn, I didnt mean to laugh."

"It's not you! I was worried about...I dunno..."

Zoey squeezed Kaz's middle.

"You gonna let go?"

"Stop being sad!"

Kazuichi giggled. The command kind of worked. She felt better. She wrapped her arm around Zoey. Zoey grabbed her popcorn again, and then did the same thing.

Oh. "Im the guy in this." Kaz corrected without really thinking.

Zoey blinked. And then gave Kaz a knowing smile. "No you're not."

"Heh! Uh, no Im not." Kazuichi put her arm back into her lap. Her face was blushing.

Zoey giggled. "There's no rules to this!" She half-whispered as commercials were starting. "We can both do the arms thing! It doesnt make anyone 'the guy'!"

"Well, maybe I like being the girl."

She glanced at Zoey. Her face was red too.

They both giggled and whispered at each other a few more times until a little kid in the row in front of them shushed them both and whispered "the movie's starting! Be quiet!"

"Sorry!" Zoey said to the kid. "I thought we were being quiet." She said to Kazuichi.

Kazuichi shrugged.

"Shush!!" The kid hushed them again. "No you're not!! Indoor voices!!"

They tried to stop giggling. A little hard to do when that little kid just sounded so serious.

[gvtzxd-writes]

he/him!Vex hybrid!Scar x NB!anxiety disorder haver!Opossum hyrid!reader x he/him!Vex hybrid!Cub (Convex duo x reader)

Cw: Crying, Food, uhhh mean thoughts, kinda sexual??? touch (not meant as sexual. Cub just hugs your thighs), and Overworjed reader. thats all [I think ( ..)]

A/N: My boys! :D I love the Concorp CEOs :] also everyone draws them hot when they do non comic fanart >:[ (like keep doing it but hot dang. they're all I can think about sometimes)

means of things

Y/N = your name

F/C = favorite colour

F/T/P = favorite themed pattern

F/F = favorite food

F/DP/M = favorite Disney princess movie

(also the sweaters are like uh the button up ones not uh normal??? ones??)

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"HEYYY Y/N~!" Scar sings as he flutters in the room. I look up from my paper about some feedback about Scarland people sent. "Hi Scar! What's up mate?" I respond with a giggle at the end from him trying to flut his wings back in a comfy placement.

"Y/N Y/N Y/N!!" Cub zooms in. "Will you come have dinner with us? It's your favorite~!" Scar and Cub singy-song together. "I can't guys. I have so much to read and pin up." I sigh from my old, uncomfy office chair. "But save me some? please please??" "But it's date night! we can neVER skip date night!" Scar begs, trying very hard to sound sweet. "Pretty please!" Cub adds to the end.

"Oh. Oh no." I tear up a little from my mistake. 'Date night was tonight! I thought it was tomorrow!' I think to myself with guilt almost crying from my thoughts being so cruel to me. "Hey hey, Lovely one! No need to cry! you just forgot about it. We still love you." Cub says as Scar picks me up -like the strong man he is- and hugs me as my thin rat-like tail twists around his hips. Cub skrichs my ears softly. Scar and Cub softly try calm me down (it doesn't work very well [ ..]) as they walk me to Scar's elven tree house.

Scar sets me down on a couch and Cub let me cling to him in overwhelming shame. "I'm s-so s-so s-orr-y! I hiccup from crying kinda hard. "It's okay! Sh sh sh." Cub comforts as he rubs my sore back. Scar comes back with sweaters for eveyone. A green cat themed sweater on himself, a cyan science themed sweater for Cub, and a F/C F/T/P for me. after Cub put on his sweater and wraps me up in mine, Scar comes in with F/F and some grape soda. "So. How are you doing?" Scar asks nervously "Okay." I deadpan. I'm tired from crying and the hoards of work I was doing. "Wanna watch Wall-e?" Cub asks. Scar turns on the television but waits for your reply. "Can we watch F/DP/M?" "Sure! Sorry for making you cry Cookie." Scar softly says while cuddling up to me, carefully moving my tail as to not squish it. "It's not anyone's fault. Don't worry." I say while getting comfy inbetween the 2 vexes

"Then why did you cry?" Cub asks genuinely "Did we do something? Did something happen? DID SOMEONE HURT YOU OR YOUR FEELINGS?!" Cub kinda panics when he got to the last 2 bits. Scar also makes it clear he worrys the same. "No. I over thought. It's nothing that can be/could've been stopped." I says as the 2 calm down a bit.

Scar grabs me to his (bangin' scitties! ٩(๑òωó๑)۶ wait. I mean... [꒪ω꒪υ]) chest and Cub snorts in annoyance (at Scar) and scoots over to hug my hips/thighs. 'Oh, how my boys make me feel better.' I think to myself.

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Yep! Cool right? right? but hhhggghhhh I am a Vex!Cubfan135 simp. 0///0 He is just drawn so... hot. Vex!gtwScar is there too cuz he is a lovely boy and I give him 10/10

[xoxo-teddybear]

Boyfriend’s Best Friend - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader (ft. Kirishima)

Warnings: CRACK, Fluff, Cursing, Frisky moments

Summary: This was not how Bakugou wanted to spend his weekend. Trapped inside his best friend’s body?! Hell no. What makes it worse is that before he can tell you, you’ve already smothered Kirishima (who is in Katsuki’s body) with more than enough attention. Attention that belongs to the angry Pomeranian. And what does Kirishima think about all of this? Fuck nitroglycerin and boners.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This shit is gonna get real confusing so KEEP UP and STAY FOCUSED

“Shit.”

After fighting off that petty thief on their way back to school, the two best friends took a look at each other after feeling a throb in their heads. But something wasn’t right. Bakugou was looking at..Bakugou and Kirishima was looking at...Kirishima???

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!!” The red blonde headed boy asked. Kirishima made a face at his now very deep and gruff voice. He looked down and noticed his tan skin was the slightest bit paler and his clothes had changed. He turned his gaze towards the position where is best friend should be but only saw..well, himself.

“Argh, shut the hell up Shitty Hair. My head is pounding.” Bakugou said while holding onto his now red hair. He looked towards his friend to see a frantic look on his face. “Quit making me look like a bitch, Kirishima.”

“I can’t help it!! Not after what just happened!!” Kirishima said. Bakugou rolled his eyes and huffed before walking over to his friend and dragging him to a reflective window.

“We switched bodies you idiot. That damn thief must’ve hit us while we were distracted.” Bakugou took a look at his new body and cringed. Not that he thought Kirishima was ugly or anything, but he wanted to be in his own body. It just felt wrong having someone else’s dick.

“Well then we should get back to the dorms and find Mr. Aizawa. Maybe he can help.” Bakugou agreed and the boys started their journey back to the dormitory. As they walked, they took notice of a few things.

“Ugh. All these damn extras are staring at my hair.”

“My palms feel so sweaty.”

“Fuck! I keep biting my inner cheek. Stupid shark teeth.”

“Why the hell am I getting a random ass print?!”

“Nitroglycerin works like viagra Shitty Hair! Just fucking get used to it and learn how to control it!”

“I have your hair man! Does that mean you have shitty hair?”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!!”

“.....Is that..*sniff sniff*...caramel?”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

—

“You’ll be back to normal in 2 weeks.” Aizawa bluntly said.

“2 WEEKS?!?” The boys screamed.

“Wha- HOW DO YOU KNOW?!” Bakugou screamed, trying to jump onto Aizawa with Kirishima holding him back. To anyone else, it would look like Bakugou holding Kirishima back. Oh how the tables have kinda turned.

“I know because officers have been trying to catch this thief for some time now. Even I’ve run into him on some occasions. His quirk is is called ‘Swapped.’ He takes your soul and spirit and places it in a different form...obviously. It doesn’t do much harm but it lasts for some time. Don’t worry though, you’ll be back to normal eventually.” Their teacher explained. “‘Till then, just tough it out for the next 2 weeks. Dismissed.”

The boys groaned and walked back to the common room floor. They walked in to find a few other classmates who thankfully didn’t seem too suspicious of anything. The boys went their separate ways, going to their own dorms to soothe their still aching heads.

—

Kirishima was the first to come out of his room. After contemplating whether he should take a shower or not, he chose the latter. He could survive the rest of the day without one, he’ll just worry about bathing later. Besides, he doesn’t mind smelling like a sweet treat for the next few hours and you know…not having to see and wash his best friend’s body and dick.

He walked down into the kitchen to find it empty. He was glad he wouldn’t have to explain his situation to anyone. If anyone saw Bakugou acting like the sweet bean that Kirishima is then I’m pretty sure a lot of people would have questions.

Looking around, he saw a batch of brownies left on a tray. He couldn’t help himself and went in to grab one. Unfortunately, he wasn’t aware of how chewy they were and after taking a few chomps, he realized the treat was as tough as glue. He couldn’t even open his mouth! And just to his luck, Bakugou’s girlfriend had walked in, seemingly back from her training session.

“Hi baby.” Y/N said. She went up to who she thought was her boyfriend and gave him a hug along with a peck on his cheek. “How was your day?”

Kirishima grew nervous. He didn’t know how to handle this situation. He would totally tell Y/N that it was actually him in her boyfriend’s body but the brownie sealed his mouth shut! He resorted to going with the flow and just nodding with a nervous smile. A very Bakugou smile.

“Tiring?” Y/N asked. Kirishima nodded his head. “Umm..okay. Well, same for me, but I still have enough energy for movie night, so I’ll see you in the common room. ‘Kay?”

Again, the now blonde nodded his head again. You smiled at him and went in to give him another hug. To your shock, you felt something poking you when you gave your boyfriend a hug. You looked down and noticed a pretty impressive print through his sweats and smirked. You looked up to your “boyfriend” and gave him a sly look. “You sure you’re tired Suki? Cuz your friend down here says you’re down for something else.”

Kirishima began to shake due to his nervousness now. He couldn’t help the damn boner! One, nitroglycerin is apparently 12x stronger than viagra, and two! He can’t relieve himself! Looking at and touching his best friend’s dick was wrong! And weird! Even if it was attached to him now!

What Kirishima wasn’t prepared for was you being so willing to help relieve his stiffy. On the bright side, he’d relive his hard on. On the not so bright side, he’d be fucking his best bro’s girl. Big no no. He definitely wasn’t prepared for your hand to travel down his torso and grab onto his Bakugou’s dick. “You still tired Suki?”

Kirishima couldn’t help himself. It felt too good to stop. He threw his head back and enjoyed the stimulation, even though he knew it was wrong. All he knew was that if he let this whole thing play through, he wouldn’t have to worry about walking around with a huge ass boner. A blush grew on his face as he moaned. He felt you peck at his neck a bit before stopping all your motions. The now blonde looked towards you in confusion and saw your laughter.

“Hehe, sorry Suki. Save it for later tonight, okay? I’ve gotta freshen up but I’ll see you later, Love.” You said before giving him a sweet peck and walking away. Once you were out of sight, Kirishima fanned his face to try and get rid of his blush. He then quickly ran to the fridge and chugged a few gulps of milk down to wash away the brownie.

“Fuck.” Was all that he said. Did that really just happen? Shit. Should he have let that happen? At this point he didn’t know. The man in him said HELL NO, but the nitroglycerin said otherwise. All Kirishima knew was that apparently he had a movie date to get to.

—

So now here we are, Y/N and Kirishima (in Bakugou’s body) all cuddled up on one of the common room couches during the late hours of the night, watching a movie. Kirishima thought Y/N looked really tempting in her booty shorts and tube top. The way her plush chest pressed up against his own as she watched the screen with a smile wasn’t aiding Kirishima’s mission to relieve his hard on.

Throughout the whole movie, Kirishima watched from time to time how Y/N would rub her legs together. It seemed she was growing some urges as well. Kirishima couldn’t shake his nerves..like...AT ALL.

Finally. It was almost the end of the movie. Kirishima had almost made it. All he had to do was finish the last 10 minutes and he could go..well honestly he didn’t know yet but he’ll figure it out later! Unfortunately, the universe had different plans. Kirishima watched as Y/N sat up to grab the remote and turn off the T.V. She placed the object down on the table and faced who she assumed to be her boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went to straddle his groin.

“Uh-..Y/N?” Kirishima asked with a shaky voice as he gulped down a nerve. You smirked at him and leaned down to leave kisses all over his neck. Kirishima shook a bit and let out a shudder at your soft lips.

“Relax Suki. We won’t get caught. ‘Sides, when have you ever been afraid to fuck in public?” You said. You then went up to start off your session with a hot kiss to “Katsuki’s” lips. Kirishima had wide eyes as you took in his lips, but eventually, your sweet taste and bouncy lips made him succumb to your wishes.

He placed his hands on your waist as he kissed you back. When he opened his mouth you slid your tongue in as your hands entangled themselves in his hair. The kiss was fiery and passionate and eventually you and “Katsuki” both began to moan into the kiss. His hands traveled to your ass and gave in a firm grip which made you release a loud moan. Things were definitely heating up now.

—

When Katsuki came back to the dorms, he had already been exhausted by the entire situation. The only thing on his mind was getting some rest to ware off the headache, hours had passed and he eventually woke up in the middle of the night.

“Shit, how long have I been out?” He stretched and yawned a bit before he got up. The mirror hanging on his wall reminded him of his new body. “Oh, right. I’m in Shitty Hair’s body......gross.”

Bakugou felt his mouth become dry and so he planned to get a glass of water from the kitchen. As he walked down the halls, he couldn’t help but think about you. His precious girl. The love of his life who’s been with him since childhood and who he’s been dating since their second year in junior high. You were with him through it all and he couldn’t help but feel a little bad that he had to miss movie night.

‘Fuck, did I even tell Y/N I wouldn’t make it to movie night? Crap,’ he thought. Oh well, he’d just have to make up for it later. As he walked near the common rooms, his ears picked up a sound. And not just any sound, it was a moan. And he knew exactly who’s moan it was, for he had been the cause of those exact sounds and he’s heard them time and time again.

Bakugou ran to the common rooms to find his girlfriend and his body making out and slowly grinding on each other on the couch. He watched “his” hands travel to grope Y/N’s ass and bit his lip when he heard his girlfriend’s pleasured moans. He wasn’t gonna lie, the scene before him had turned him on, but what became a huge turnoff was the fact that Bakugou knew it wasn’t him in there and he knew exactly who was in his damn body!

“THE HELL?!” Bakugou screamed in Kirishima’s voice. He watched the two of you jump away from each other in shock and saw a look of fear flow through Kirishima’s his own eyes.

“Jeez, Kirishima. You scared us.” You said to your actual boyfriend without knowing it. Bakugou fumed at the fact that you were just making out and were probably about to fuck his best friend but he couldn’t blame you. You called him Kirishima so you must’ve not known about the switch.

“Can I talk to Bakugou real quick, L/N?” Bleh. Calling someone else by his name was weird and calling you by your family name was very uncomfortable.

“Umm..we’re kinda in the middle of something so maybe if you could jus-“

“Thanks.” He said and dragged “Bakugou” away behind a hallway corner. He pinned his body up against the wall and got in Kirishima’s face as he held the man by his collar. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING KISSING MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

“IM SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO! SHE CAME ONTO ME!” Kirishima explained while being held against the wall.

“NO SHIT SHE CAME ONTO YOU! YOU’RE IN MY BODY! YOU’RE ME! I’M HER BOYFRIEND! SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE ME SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou screamed. Kirishima just laughed nervously as Bakugou continued to fume. After venting, Bakugou finally dropped Kirishima back on his feet and pressed the bridge of his nose with 2 fingers. “Okay. Why THE FUCK did you not tell her about the quirk?”

“Because man! .....Your quirk has built in viagra!” Kirishima said in defeat as he threw his hands in the air due to the pent up frustration. “I’ve had a fucking stiffy ever since I got put in your body! So I thought-“

“You thought you could relieve yourself with my girl?!” Bakugou asked with big, angry eyes.

“.....Yes?”

“KIRISHIMA!”

“ALRIGHT!” Kirishima sighed. “Well what now?”

“We go out there and explain to her what happened so you don’t end up fucking her!” Bakugou explained as he tried to walk back to you but Kirishima pulled him back.

“Okay but what about my fucking boner?” The pent up boy asked.

“Just rub it out!” Bakugou exclaimed.

“No way! I’m not touching your dick!” Kirishima rebelled.

“Why not? I’m clean. And big! Just saying, I got a pretty dick dude.” Bakugou said with both hands up in defense.

“BAKUGOU!”

“Yeah, fair.” The ex blonde said. The boys thought about it for a bit before something hit Kirishima like a train.

“Wait..if you’re so okay with me seeing your dick..does that mean..you took a look at mine?!” He asked while shaking Bakugou’s his shoulders.

“What?! Gross! No! I was napping all day Shitty Hair so relax! And get your damn hands offa’ me!” Bakugou said while squirming out of Kirishima’s hold.

“Alright, fine whatever! Let’s just go out and explain to L/N.” Kirishima said.

“Good!”

“Good!”

“Goooooodd!” Bakugou said more dramatically. The two boys finally made it back to you and instead of your boyfriend’s body taking a seat next to you, it remained standing. Meanwhile, “Kirishima” took the seat “Katsuki” previously had. You looked towards the red head and then to your boyfriend in a confused tilt.

“Suki? Are you gonna sit?” You asked to “Bakugou.”

“I am.” “Kirishima” replied. You looked towards the muscular boy sitting next to you with a raised brow.

“What?” You questioned.

“Listen, L/N, we got something to tell you.” The actual Kirishima said. You looked to your “boyfriend” with almost a hurt look on your face as to why he was calling you by your family name. The real Bakugou took notice of your sad voice and softened his eyes at your now upset demeanor. “I’m actually Kirishima...”

Your face grew in surprise and then silence hit the room. The boys gazed your looks for a reaction but got nothing other than pure shock. You couldn’t even say anything other than “Eh?!”

“Yeaahhhh..I’m your actual boyfriend.” The red head said. You looked to Kirishima and inspected him closer.

“Uh..Suki?” You said while zooming in of his face.

“Tch. It’s me Teddy Bear, relax,” Bakugou said while looked away with a blushed face as he pushed your face away. You grumbled at his push and took his hand off.

“Yup. That’s you.” You said, relaxing. “So...you’re Katsuki..and you’re Kirishima?”

You watched the boys nod their heads and you were settling down until another thought came to mind. “Wait..so I was-..on the couch-...I thought-...”

“Yeah, you were making out with Shitty Hair but in my body..” Bakugou said with a hand behind his neck. Your face jumped in shock once more until it was replaced with anger. You watched as Kirishima’s new face became nervous and gave a shaky chuckle.

“Kirishima...” you seethed with slanted eyes before you attempted to jump onto the new blonde. Mid-jump, Bakugou grabbed onto your waist and pulled you back onto his lap. You fought against Katsuki’s hold on you but alas he was too strong.

“Nope! No, settle, settle.” Bakugou said with an iron grip on your waist. You finally calmed down until you took notice you were sitting in BASICALLY Kirishima’s lap. Feeling uncomfortable you scooted off your boyfriend and sat next to him. Bakugou looked at you with a confused expression that demanded an explanation.

“Heh..sorry um, Suki. But I’m not sitting on you or doing...anything else that’s lovey dovey until you’re back to your own body.” You explained.

“Wha- that’s not fair! You were all over here grinding on him just a few minutes ago!” Bakugou whined and pointed at his body.

“Because I didn’t know it wasn’t you!” Bakugou just grumbled and groaned at you. Your reasoning was fair but he just wanted his girlfriend.

“Okay, whatever. Be pouty. Just- When is this quirk gonna wear off?” You asked. Bakugou continued to pout with crossed arms but luckily Kirishima answered.

“2 weeks.” He said.

“Alright then!” You said while clapping your hands and standing up, gathering Katsuki’s attention. “For the next 2 weeks or until you go back to normal, Suki, no touching, no kisses, no overly-friendly hugs, no cuddles, no lap-sitting....”

Bakugou listened to you list all the things he couldn’t do. As you went on, his jaw dropped as he realized he wouldn’t be able to do all the things he usually does to you for the next 2 weeks. The list went on and on until you finished it with one final detail. “...and finally. No sex.”

“WHAT?!” Bakugou said while standing up now. “WHY?!”

“Katsuki. I’m not fucking my boyfriend’s best friend’s body. No offense Kiri,” you said to the other boy.

“None taken!” He said with his winning smile. Just less shark-toothy. Bakugou just mumbled about until you cut him off.

“Anyways! I’m going to bed. After this long and frankly awkward day, I think we all should.” You said and the boys agreed. You all walked to your respected dorms but when Bakugou tried following you into your dorm while he was still in Kirishima’s body, you stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Uh, sorry Suki. You’ll be sleeping in your own dorm for the next 2 weeks. No sleeping together either.” You watched as Bakugou became much more agitated as he huffed. He grumbled as he reluctantly walked all the way to his own dorm room. You giggled as you watched the now red head walk away and shut your door. You couldn’t help but laugh as you laid down on your bed but 10 minutes passed and before you could fall asleep, a knock was at your door.

“Suki, I said we can’t sleep on my bed together.” You said once you opened the door, finding Kirishima’s body holding a pillow and blanket.

“I know it’s just- *sigh* look, if I can’t cuddle with you can I at least sleep on the ground and hold your hand?” He said, looking away with an embarrassed blush. “I know you said hand-holding isn’t allowed but you won’t be seeing me since I’ll be out of your sight and on the ground.”

You smiled at how clingy he was being. It was adorable and you just had to give in. “Fine, come in.”

Katsuki perked up with a small smile and happily followed you into the room. You got comfy on the bed while he set up his little pillow and blanket. You finally dropped your hand down so he could hold onto it and his warm hand held a strong grip on your own.

So now here you were, late at night, “cuddling” with your boyfriend. In a way. You smiled as you held onto his hand and couldn’t help but giggle when you felt his lips place a sweet kiss to your knuckles. Oh well, I guess there was nothing wrong with holding hands with your boyfriend’s best friend. As long as it’s your boyfriend who’s in his best friend’s body.

You couldn’t believe this was gonna be your life for the next 2 weeks.

Tag list: @sxcker4you @aomi04

[therussiancourier]

PAINT DOODLES COMPILATION WOOHOO

-IDIOTS, everyone disperse! If you don't give up all your things right now, I will detonate this nuclear bomb. I'll give you exactly 30 seconds. 29 28 27 26 (bomb ain't even real) this is a new oc of my, Sapiens Dei. Dude is TOO invented in worlds history and travels around the wastes to find books, documents etc

-i don't give a fuck

(i don't remember posting this one and if i did im not sorry

-whores hello other don't message me

and don't even open your mouths

whores you understand what to do :p

-we are enclave we will pew pew you

-shit

-UHM YOU! WHAT WAS YOUR NAME.. CHAIBEK?!

ARE YOU GETTING YOUR ASS KICKED HARD?! -Aaaa!

-hahahahah me a turret pew pew

my ol' dude's Murphi redesign + twilight sparkle gettin fucked in the ass

-shakespeare look it's gonna blow up

(it's nick's startgame design i didn't think about it too much and idc)

-Selling Nick Harstone, the wanderer from vault 101, into slavery. Send coins in chat if you wanna buy <3

-eroin (tf does it mean) spaceea pspace lets go to fararr uh to baaaaaaad trip woman halp

-dea... uhm.... j... penis? Dude, what is wrong with your handwriting? Loga........what? your father?

(it's a preview for a video i made for my friend) -TESSA IS MY NEW NIGHTMARE IM DELETING THE GAME what wait tf does that mean

-where [HIDDEN]

-fucking please.

-CURIE! I'm serious, why is there a glowing RADROACH in a JAR on our kitchen?! why IS HE ON KITCHEN?! MY FISH ROT CUZ IT GOT ScARED HOW DO I COOK DINNER?!

-steal or not steal or not steal or not steal or not -stupid raider's ass

that's a simple explanation of different kinds of hate i have for charon and hancock. i fucking hate hancock he looks ctupiD LIKE ALL FO4 GHOULS. THEY ARE ALL THE SAME THEIR FACE DOESN'T CHANGE WHAT THE FUCK IT"S JUST CLONES WITH DIFFERENT CLOTHES

-a long speech about hating gohuls

-(in a ubbble) did i get paint of the floor before letting dogs in the house? -hey hey MEATBALL your face is so sad meaaatbaaaaaaaaaaall or maybe a pot with a burnt coating wht are ytou sooo sad did the enfants shit themselves when they saw you A??A?A?A?A??A/A/A/A?

-1 fried molerat -just don't add the molerat

-without a molerat.

-some history shit i copied from wikipedia

-boss we already tied him up but he doesn't shut up

-OCS inspIRED BY SONGS (the shit every gacha life youtuber does i don't know why was i watching that.)

yeah i watched the new minions movie i liked it.

have i posted this already? no? yes?

[earliebirb]

Steve not noticing that he goes into Tony kisses withdrawals when Tony’s away, but the rest of the team do. Like a first if Tony is out for a day or two and Steve doesn’t get his morning kiss he’s grumpy until after lunch, so the team introduces secret “Tony is away” brunch protocols, to get it over faster. After 4 days he’s moping unless he’s training or out with friends so it’s bootcamp/friend fieldtrips time.

2 weeks where he’s not on a mission and Tony’s out of the country and so busy he can barely video chat? The rest of the team sequesters him to the couch with ice cream and tv shows that Steve would like but aren’t on the “only watch first with Tony” list.

(The list includes all Star Wars’ and Treks, LoTR, Ghibli movies, and Die Hards. Steve can watch Mike Schur shows and Game of Thrones. While Disney movies and Romcoms are allowed by Tony without him, they are banned by the team cuz Steve starts crying during them at this point in the withdrawal process)

Eventually the team just kidnaps and throws him into a Quinjet and has him surprise Tony in his hotel after 3 weeks of no Tony and no mission calls. He is intolerably whiny, has grown his depression beard, and keeps calling the president, Fury, and other country’s heads of state to see if there’s aliens attacking.

LOOK LISTEN THE FIRST TIME I RECEIVED THIS ASK I WAS LIKE WOW ARE WE THE SAME PERSON??? Because Steve-suffering-from-Tony-withdrawal is also a personal headcanon of mine that I've carried in my head for years. It's my Favorite. This ask is very fun and made me laugh a lot and I love it very, very much. Keep your brilliant ideas coming, Anon. I really love them. (I am very sorry for taking a century to go through all of them 😔) Also, since it's Steve's birthday (shhh I'm not late, what are you talking about, shhhhh), I decided to develop this lovely idea and turn it into a birthday fic! I hope you like it! 🤍

let the heart grow fonder

steve/tony, birthday fluff, established relationship, 1174 words

“Was the flight really worth it? A few more days and I would’ve been home anyway.”

“Yeah.” Steve noses the back of his ear and Tony shivers. “But I would’ve been all alone on my birthday.”

“You would hardly be alone. There’s the whole team, and besides— The entire country would practically be celebrating your birthday. Fireworks, barbecues, the whole nine yards.”

“Not the same,” Steve insists stubbornly. Tony sees Steve cupping his hands to gather some water from in front of Tony’s chest before dumping it on Tony’s head. Closing his eyes, Tony lets the warm water seep into his hair and trickle down his face, neck, and back.

He opens his eyes when he feels Steve’s fingers sweeping his hair away from his forehead. “I would trade all of it for a day of doing nothing with my fella.”

“Sweet talker.” Tony huffs. 

“‘S true.” Steve punctuates his statement with a kiss on Tony’s shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“‘S all your fault. You’re the one who was gone for a ridiculously long time.”

“Honey, trust me, if I had the choice I would much rather stay at home with you.”

Steve sighs, the sound echoing in the bathroom. “I know.”

This time, Tony cups his hands together, gathering a mountain of soapsuds. He blows on it, sending suds and bubbles flying.

“Nat told me all about it, you know.”

“About what?” Steve asks, his luscious beard tickling Tony’s temple.

“About the depression beard. All your sulking and moping. And whining.”

“I did no such things. The beard is me… trying out a new look.”

Tony snorts. “And crying.” 

“Natasha’s a lying liar,” Steve grumbles, hiding his face in Tony’s hair.

“Come on, which movie was it?”

Steve stays silent. With his movements hidden by the soapy water, Tony pokes Steve’s side stealthily.

“Ah!” Steve yelps.

“Which movie was it, baby?”

Steve huffs, resting his forehead against the back of Tony’s skull. 

And then, finally:

“Dumbo,” Steve mumbles in defeat. Tony snickers.

“Oh, honey. You’re such a softie.” Tony sighs fondly as he leans back, letting more of his weight rest against Steve’s body. He lets out a delighted hum when Steve welcomes the extra weight by snaking an arm around his waist.

“No judging,” Steve whines, and Tony grins when he can hear the pout in his voice. “You’d been gone for two weeks by then and I really missed you. Besides, you have no room to talk. Remember The Fox and the Hound?”

“Please. That’s totally different.” Tony rolls his eyes. “Anyone who doesn’t cry at The Fox and the Hound is a monster.”

Submerged up to his shoulders in warm water and pressed up against his naked husband, Tony feels well-rested and content in a way he hadn’t been for the past few weeks.

Still, they only have a few days left before they have to leave for New York, so they should probably make good use of what little time they have left in Milan. 

“I wanna take you to this really beautiful restaurant for your birthday dinner. Super romantic. We could get a private table. You’d love it.”

“Yeah?” Tony feels Steve’s hand stroking up and down his stomach.

“Mm-hm. We should probably get out soon. Get dressed. Look presentable,” Tony says, resting his head back on one of Steve’s shoulders and looking up at him.

Steve looks down at him, his unfairly long lashes wet and clumped together. For a moment, he simply stares back at Tony silently.

“What?” Tony eventually says, unable to withstand the silent scrutiny. He breaks eye contact and lifts one of his feet up and out of the water just because he can, just for something to do.

Tony watches his own foot hover above the surface of the water for a few seconds before another hairy leg breaks the surface of the water. The bigger foot settles on top of Tony’s hovering one until his leg buckles under the weight, sending the two left feet plunging back into the water.

“Rude,” Tony remarks with a frown, turning back to stare up at Steve again.

Steve is already looking at him, almost as if he never looked away in the first place.

“What?”

“Would you be mad at me,” Steve begins, one of his hands reaching up to bury itself in Tony’s damp hair, fingers lightly scratching his scalp, “if I said I’d much prefer it if we stayed in tonight and ordered room service?”

Tony leans back, incredulous. “Room service?”

Steve nods.

“For your birthday dinner?”

He nods again.

“Why?”

Steve shrugs, disturbing the water slightly with the movement. “I mean, I didn’t exactly fly all the way to Italy for the food.”

Tony softens and tries in vain to hold back his smile.

“Yeah?”

An answering smile blooms on Steve’s face. He leans in to nudge Tony’s nose affectionately with his own. “Uh-huh.”

“What did you come here for then?” Tony asks, voice dangerously low and eyes never leaving Steve’s.

“Oh.” Steve quirks an eyebrow. “Keep looking at me like that and I may just skip the room service and go straight for dessert.”

Tony smirks devilishly. “What’s stopping you?”

Blinking rapidly, Steve swallows. “Yeah?”

“I mean, you are the birthday boy.” Tony strokes the line of Steve’s throat with the back of his fingertips and watches in glee as the man shivers.

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Steve leans in close and—

“Actually, it’s me. I’m stopping you. I’m really craving some lasagna right now.”

Initially headed for Tony’s lips, Steve changes course and buries his face in Tony’s neck with a guttural groan. 

“Sweetheart. You’re not making things easy for me.”

Tony chuckles. “Nothing about me is easy, honey. I’m a challenge.”

“But it’s my birthday,” Steve complains, voice muffled.

“You got off an eight-hour flight, got to the hotel, and immediately napped for four hours. You haven’t had a proper meal.”

“I ate on the plane.”

“No, we need to get you some proper Italian food. Hearty, heartwarming, fulfilling.”

“Food is just food. I just wanna have you.”

“Um, excuse me? That is deeply insulting. Authentic Italian food is not just food, it’s an experience.”

“I wanna have the Tony experience.”

“You’ll get the Tony experience after you have a proper meal. Look, we can order room service, but we can’t skip dinner.” 

“Fine,” Steve grumbles, face finally emerging from its hiding place. “But can we stay like this for another fifteen minutes?”

Tony settles back against Steve’s chest and lets Steve pull him close. “Of course, birthday boy.”

Steve hums contentedly, resting his chin on the crown of Tony’s head. “You make me really happy, sweetheart. I love you.”

Tony feels Steve’s fingers interlocking on top of his stomach. He looks down, spotting the wedding ring worn on Steve’s ring finger, one that he knows is engraved with his own handwriting. 

The image of the ring is distorted by the water, but still, it glints golden. Tony smiles to himself.

“I love you, too, honey. Happy birthday.”

[punkclowngod]

okay okay so i disappeared again lmao my bad

my therapist told me to allow myself to feel my feelings so now i’m debating whether to watch Under the Red Hood or not because if i do i will be emotionally destroyed but at least the bad feelings will be out?? maybe i should do little by little instead idk. but at the same time, go big or go home am i right? might just also watch something else that triggers less intensely my daddy issues and feeling of betrayal (Under the Red Hood is THE movie that activates my BPD the most, it’s like a power up potion or something istg). question is, do i want to completely be ruined for the next few days or to be dead inside like usual? i can’t tell which is worse tbh

also, also, i did a few video edits of Jason (which i’m super proud of) and been debating whether to post them or not, i still don’t know. that is if i even can, cuz i’m bad with computers so i might straight up fail to post them lmao

anyways, as usual, my soul is consumed by my current special interest and now it’s worse since there’s Gotham Knights and it’s super fun (when it doesn’t crash every five minutes) and like… holy shit, Bruce’s audio files broke me. finally we see him be a (relatively) good father and wow that got me straight in the daddy issues

anyways, uh, i will try to answer asks and messages, sorry i still haven’t after saying i would, but, y’know… ND + mental illnesses = i will never do anything unless i get a sudden surge of adrenaline and motivation which happens once every few months

also Bingo got sick and now i have to pay vet bills, so i’m pissed bcuz we’ve already been having money problems but whatever, it was to save his life so money doesn’t matter. but still. imagine all the comic books i could’ve bought if he didn’t eat something he wasn’t supposed to!

bleep bloop :•3

[1ddotdhq]

🍿Fri 9 Oct ‘20🃏

Hahahahahahahaha hahahahahahaha hahahaha. Okay. Am I done? I think I’m done. So, um. What kind of day has it been, guys? 

Let’s start with the...less unusual, and then really get into it. Harry’s team has sent his for your consideration Grammy packet to the music academy, Back To You was certified Platinum in the United States (!!! it’s what she deserves!!), Niall first posted to let us know he was going out and about with his bike, and then, sure enough, was seen out and about in London today with his $7.5K cherry red bike and Navy Blue bike shorts (note: he wasn’t riding his bike - he was walking it), Zayn and Gigi had their first date night ft. pasta [!] at the farm house since the birth of their daughter, and someone from the GBBO baked a Harry Styles cake, but the flavor is still unknown. Niall also took to twitter to tell everyone that the last four years of the Trump presidency feels like an episode of punk’d. 

That’s a GREAT segue into what the rest of the day felt like for me! First, someone noticed that Louis’ (official) website had been changed: the Walls CD was now listed as having 13 tracks instead of 12. Was this? A deluxe version? A new song? A website editor’s mistake? And then, if that wasn’t confusing enough, Louis registered a new song that was co-written with Jamie Hart and credited Noel Gallagher (the exact same people credited on Walls, the song). The song registered was called “Today Show” and that immediately got people wondering if THIS could be the secret 13th song on the album! Alas, it is not. Apparently, it is the registration of the performance of Walls, the song, from the Today Show, which explains the writing credits. It does not explain the secret 13th song, but at this point, the easiest explanation is that a graphic designer made a typo. 

Louis had no comment on the potential new songs, but he DID show up in Liam’s live! Oh my God. Liam’s live. Okay, well. The first thing we should talk about is that he has called his Halloween show his biggest yet, and he has not yet decided on a costume (pls be Harry Potter) but he was open to suggestions: Leroy the Choreographer was a popular one, as was Harry Styles (“which era of Styles, though?”), and even old school Liam himself. We got a reprise of parts of Watermelon Sugar and the “a door”/Adore discourse and even a bit of a live reaction to the song itself, and a confirmation that Liam and Tom are gonna do a duet (“I slithered in” jkfdhfkjda !!!!!). 

Okay, then. That’s about it for the sort of weird news, now let's get into the REALLY ODD things. It started normally enough, with the chat asking Liam what his favorite country was, and he said that his favorite trip was getting to go to Africa with Ant Middleton (the British reality TV adventurer), which he called “eye opening”. He said that the TV special they did together was them talking about their lives, and went on to say, “it was good, it was good, I slept on the floor with loads of animals. It was like being in One Direction!” and cackled (I did too!). “Sorry,” he said, “I HAD TO!”. Uh, no, you didn’t, said Louis, who popped on to tell him to “watch your mouth”. “AYYYY,” said Liam, “Louis’ watching...I bet [he] won’t come on, because [he’s] camera shy!” Dicho y hecho, Louis was like No <3 and DID NOT send a request to join the live. “He makes me feel WARM,” said Liam about Louis. YEAH CUZ  HE’S THE SUN HAVEN’T YOU HEARD???? 

Was it for Lilo?? NO! OF COURSE NOT! In a second live, Liam, about thirteen minutes in, said, “Oh! Hang on! We *really* have to talk about something!”, and started talking about how “the other day” he took Maya (who had been in the fandom before dating him) to see a movie she had been wanting to watch - “After We Collide”. He described the film as “not the sort he’d watch” and “RAUNCHY as hell”, and then! He found out - AFTER (hehe) watching the movie - that the characters were based on One Direction (*giggles loudly* “which I mean was just the FUNNIEST THING EVER”). AND IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH, Maya then made him watch the FIRST film in the series (“which I kind of sat through”). About the whole thing, he said, “it was...an interesting viewing perspective”. 

Liam liked that his character (Landon, apparently) was a caring half brother who wanted the best for everyone, however, he said, “I feel like, sometimes, I’m a little bit the main guy [YIKES]...Who was obviously based on Mr. Styles”. He then said, with a completely straight face, “I feel like we always have a bit of Hardin Scott in us - that sounds weird”. He said that he really went down the rabbit hole with this one (oof), and realized that Landon’s physical description was “a young David Beckam”, and then he started giggling again. He did manage to stop laughing long enough to 1.) call fanfiction and fan creation “so cool” 2.) confirm that he’s now in it for the long haul and will be watching the third installment of the series and 3.) to tell Louis to watch it! “If Louis is [still] watching,” he said, starting to laugh again, “PLEASE just go and check that out for me. Just please dedicate an hour of your life, and just. Just have a little watch”. Liam’s chaotic energy? UNMATCHED! Honestly, I also want to hear Louis’ thoughts on this movie - I have a feeling they aren’t going to be as diplomatic as Liam’s were.

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Hey! If your uncomfortable please ignore this ask, but i was wondering if you could write something similar to malcome & marie? Thank you! Happy belated birthday!

Thank you baby! I actually thought about this ask for a bit. As a community we do NOT support or want anything like that in our lives, okay?

But if you as a reader would be uncomfortable with reading this then do not.

this will be kinda very similar to the plot of malcome & marie sooo....

Pairings: Film creator!tom x used to be sex worker!reader

WE SUPPORT SEX WORKERS. YOU ARE GOLDEN😩🙌🏽

Summary: after a celebration its time for the downfall

Warnings: argueing, slut shamming, smut mentions. Drinking, smoking. Not proof read. TOXIC- suicide mention.

I hopw this is just as confusing as it was in the actual movie, cuz yeah. Pls dont be shy to say something about it. And tbh if it isnt that good to you i dont blame you, its currently 11:16 and i should be asleep.

You and tom walked in, a wide smile on his face as he danced around and shut the front door behind him. “Baby i did it!”

A faint smile played on your lips as you walked to the kitchen “yes you did, tom. You hungry?” You asked, opening the fridge as he went to go get a bottle of remy and two glasses, the rings shinning bright on his finger. “Yeah, can i have uh-“ he thought, stopping in his tracks and jerking his head as he couldnt think of anything.

“How about pancakes?” He randomly said and you chuckled “pancakes? Really?” “Of course! A sweet treat for a very sweet day” he walked up to the kitchen placing the glasses and the remy down.

You laughed again before taking out the pan, he also got to work by getting out the mix and the water while you got everything else. A cigarette in your mouth as tom helped light it while you mixed up the powder with the water.

“I never knew i could make it so far” he muttered, grabbing the remy and pouring it into the glass, tilting his head back and letting out a small moan from the sting in his throat. “You did a good job”

“Ya know, everyone is so judgemental, like i could walk around with my shoes untied and somebody would fucking give me a glare- or even what you call it. a stank eye” you nodded at his words letting him know you were listening, “but when i made that fucking movie i had all these women just- i cant even explain it” he shrugged, walking around the house with the glass in his hand, a wide smile on his face while you sighed and puffed out the smoke, the sizzle from the mix going on the buttered pan audible before he speaked again.

“They just kept on telling me how fucking talented i am, how i get women so fucking well. I mean goddamn im such a fucking genius” he edged on, cocky as he stomped his feet at his words,’ such, a, fucking, genius’

“Yes you are tommy” you looked down and seen the mix bubbling, taking the spatula and flipping the pancake, shifting and leaning on your right leg as your dominant hand sat on your hip, the other holding onto the cig.

“But it’s confusing. Any other time they would probably fucking- what do you call it” he snapped his fingers before taking a sip. “Aha! Fucking cancel me!” He pointed at the ceiling. “Why would they do that tommy” you lifted your eyebrow, “youre only writing a good story” you sighed, looking at the plates and rubbing a mark that was left on them.

“People now days do it just because....just because their bored- or even because they dont like them- BUT-“ he lifted his finger towards you “they have no reason to”

“Mhm, you should wait for the reviews” you took the cigarette and put it in the ash tray, taking the fire out before putting the pancake on the plate.

“They have to be good! I can make fucking millions off of this” he smiled, quickly walking over before chugging his drink.

“Yes...yes you can” “and then we could buy a fucking island, a boat and even a horse!” He laughed, amazed and he set down the glass before coming behind you, pressing kisses to your neck as he watched you put the batter on the pan again.

“What makes you want a horse?” “What makes you think about reviews?” And with that you shrugged “just because a few reporters and new york news writers like it doesnt mean that everyone will”

“Why are you being so negative? Goddamn you bring the worst out of everything y/n” he let you go, and you looked at him, giving him the famous eyes.

“The worst? How about you go fuck yourself” you said, aggressively grabbing the spatula to flip the pancake. “Go fuck myself? Whats your problem”

You stayed silent, wondering if you should just go outside and smoke another cigarette or hear him bitch and moan. “Y/n you have a problem every other fucking day. I try to talk to you but you dont. You rather talk shit and let it marinate” he rested his hands on his hips and starred at you while you bit your lip and put the pancake on the plate, grabbing the syrup you put the right amount for him before aggressively walking to the table and slamming it down.

Your heels clanking against the floor as you made your way to the bathroom. Leaving tom by his self as he let out a harsh sigh and rubbed his chin, thinking about what he should do before finally grabbing a fork to eat his breakfast.

“You know. You do the same shit every night- you curse me out then the next hour you wanna suck my dick or something” you starred at yourself in the mirror, biting the side of your cheek before you took of the heels, then coming back out.

“How dare you, thomas” you said harshly, walking back to him and watching him eat the pancakes. “How about you be fucking mature and stop eating”

“No. I dont wanna fight” he shrugged, cutting the pancakes fancy before he placed them in his mouth. “Your such a fucking bitch” your eyes squinted as you leaned forward.

His eyebrows raised and he cleared his throat “a bitch?” He let out a loud laugh, tilting his head before coming back “i think we both know whos the bitch here”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” “Oh you know exactly what im talking about” and with that your jaw basically droppped to the floor “why are you suprised?”

“Have you ever thought-“ you caught your words before repeating them “im the reason why youre gonna get millions, if i was never there for you. If you were never in my life youd still be in that house that you hated so fucking much” you walked closer.

“Trust me baby you were apart of it, but you sure as hell werent the main character” “then please-please tell me who else was doing sex for money?” You asked, and he didn’t answer, instead continued to eat the pancakes.

That made you more aggressive, quickly walking to the table and snatching the plate. “How dare you have to nerve to talk shit about me while you eat what i made you”

“Fuck you y/n” “no fuck you!” He dropped the fork, his face becoming a shade of red. “Im the reason why youre in this fucking house right now, im the reason why you have that fucking ring on your finger” you said, then put your fingers on your ring.

“Dont you fucking dare take off that 50,000 thousand ring y/n” “why shouldnt i?” “Because you love me dont you, darling?” that made you soften up a bit, taking your fingers off the ring as he smiled, telling you to come over. He sat you on his lap, taking the cigarette out of his jacket that youre wearing, grabbing the lighter from his pocket.

You put the cigarette in your mouth and he repeated the same action, lighting it for you. “I love you y/n”

“Mhm” you smiled, taking out the cigarette to press your lips on his and he rubbing your hips, the passion over the tension in the room. “Oh well i thought the movie was shit, i uh- couldnt help but think thats not how it ends” you teased with an old grandma accent and he laughed.

“Yeah i did to, how does man get with a prostitute and marry them” he teased back making you both laugh. “The movie felt so real, it reminded me of my friend miranda” you playfully said with a more younger high pitched voice.

And it went back and forth, laughs leaving both of your lips until he pushed the buttons “man she really was a thot” your eyebrows furrowed as he laughed to his self. “Man he really was desperate for a blow job” you said in your serious voice “man i wonder why he hooked up with such a thot”

“I didnt mean it like that-“ “fuck you” you got off his lap and walked back to the bathroom. “Here you go again y/n!” He shouted, and you turned back around.

“Your so fucking selfish” “we werent even talking about that-“ “no fuck you. All you do is say i-i-i” you yelled, words strong. He stood up agitated “you know what you wanna argue, lets argue”

“You gave up on me” “if i gave up on you why would i marry you” “our love was strong in the beginning and then you just-became you” you looked at him up and down.

“That was because i was in love with your body” he smiled “really? Why didnt you just leave me on the fucking street!” You yelled again, “because I thought you deserved better, maybe you should still be in that fucking old apartment with fucking big ass rats running through it, men twice your age fucking your loose ass whole”

“FUCK YOU” you shouted pointing at him “maybe i shouldve used that sloopy mouth of yours to stay on my dick so you could stay shutting up” “NO FUCK YOU THOMAS” and with that you walked away, into the room this time before tom followed behind you.

“Please leave me the fuck alone before i flip out on you, please just leave” “no”

“You know what. I feel like once you feel like you gave everything they wanted and more you expect them to stay with your sorry ass” “oh im not sorry. And thats not true” he shrugged, standing infront of the door as you sat on the bed. “Im so embarrassed to call you my husband” you shook your head.

“Why shouldnt i be embarrassed to call you my wife?” He shrugged again, leaning against the door looking at you. “If it werent for me you wouldn’t be as happy as you are now” “what makes you think im happy y/n! Im really not” “and you think i am?!” You looked up at him, getting up and walking to him but he continued to back up, until you both were in the open hallway with a table in the middle of it.

“I was never happy in the first place” you said, eyes starting to tear up. “Dont give me fucking alligators-“ “do you know how embarrassing it is for someone to tell you to get your own fucking ride home because you wanna fuck someone else?” You asked, your voice changed as you wiped under your eye, smuding the makeup.

“I had to ask Harrison to give me a ride home. I was scared tom” you sighed, shoulders becoming slump. “What if i ran into somebody i fucked? And they forced me to have sex with them again or else theyd report me to the police?” You asked, breaking down and falling to the floor while tom watched, guilt and shame all ocer his face as he leaned against the table.

“I watched you with my two own eyes make out with someone then the next day you asked me to ride you. But you wanna slut shame me for being broke and needing to survive, that broke me so much. And i did it” you choked “i gave consent everytime, brusied my knees from getting on them for you. Just to make you happy. I let you get full of yourself and now its all about you” you whispered and he came down to you, holding you and pressing kisses on your hair while you broke down more, hiding away from him. “You let me stay out there on Christmas day” a frown met on his lips, thinking back on the day and how you were probably reallty cold, he knew you couldnt stand it.

“And i gave consent to getting married to you, your such a hoe” he couldnt help but chuckle “no seriously your a hoe to feeds for attention” you made eye contact with him, and then you both broke into laughs, sniffels leaving your lips causally but easily ignored knowing you feel slightly better.

And with that you both beard his phone ding, well multiple dings. You told him to answer it, check it. And it was a review, he stood up and helped you up, walking to the livingroom before going over to grab the glasses and remy, pouring it in both cups you both took one.

“Alright, this is from whats her name....janice!” He said, sitting on the couch and you sat between his legs in the floor, sipping the drink. “Overall the movie was great. But there was a few things that werent right in my opinion-“

With that his eyebrows furrowed, you played with the carpet as you waited for him to continue, he leaned forward with his elbow on his knee using his thumb to scroll. “I couldnt understand why the character had all these strange things about her, why the sex scenes were that necessary”

“Ding ding ding”

“Shut up y/n you arent helping- i don’t understand how jhon and candy got along and became freinds if they continue to have intercourse. What the fuck are you talking about? Bla bla bla” he muttered, skimming through it “how candy and ron got along? Shouldnt they be together of they clicked so well?”

A small laugh left your lips “me and Harrison? That wouldnt be so bad”

“How in the world did they get married? Honestly the whole relationship is toxic, but i see it as they were to late to give it up, they were already in a too tight knot. Thats not true we are madly in love with each other” he jerked his head at the phone.

“Ms janice does have a point” you cleared your throat a bit. “Y/n please. Ms janice has no fucking idea what shes talking about jhon and candy are in love with each other and they have problems sometimes....well most but oh well its not to late either one of them couldve got up and go”

“Not if one loved more then the other and it was to late to go, janice is right tom” you crossed your arms.

“Do you wanna-“ “no tom i dont. Just speaking my opinion, coming from a woman your being pretty harsh about it” “well it wasnt really about candy-“

“That doesnt make any sense, shes the main fucking character” you looked at him. “It was more on how jhon viewd candy” “then why was candy always in camera”

“Because...” he shrugged. “Your so dumb” you got up and sat far away from him on the couch, he eyed you in confusion “isnt that fucking movie based off of my life. Like im some type of experiment and you solved made something out of it” you dozed off, swirling the remy in your glass. “Im not feeding into this” he ignored you, until you got up and barked at him, which he looked at you as if you were crazy before doing it back “fucking prick!” You stomped off out of the livingroom and went outside.

“Fuckin-“ he couldnt come up with anything before he let out something random “fuckin mood swinger-“ you finally took the time to take off your makeup and dress, muttering words about him “thats why he stinks, smellin like a gorrila- asshole- man whore” you took a bath too, you didnt feel your best at the moment.

Tom on the other hand just took off his shoes and aggressively stomped on the pillows, throwing a tantrum and jumping on the couch and punching air, kicking it until he accidentally fell.

By time you were dont he thought about it “harsh?” He questioned and walked into the room, finding you reading a book on the bed with the night light on and a cigarette in your mouth.

“Y/n?” “Yes thomas?” You looked up at him “harsh?” He asked and you tilted your head at him “i wasnt being harsh about it” “mhm” you shut your book and set it on te night stand, he undressed until he was in his underwear and climbed into bed with tou.

“How was i being harsh about it” you sighed and rested the cigarette in the ashtray, not putting it out just yet. “You arent really aware of others feelings tommy” you said simply. “What does that mean?” He asked, crossing his arms and sitting up next to you, both backs against the headboard and he looked at you.

“It meas i loved you more then you loved me” his eyebrows furrowed at the statement “that cant be true” “tom it is. You didnt say it but you did. You only wanted me for my body. My love and soul came later and i was to blind to notice. That was my bad”

“Loved?” He questioned. “I think i started to love you less and got on a even level with you, then we built together” you shrugged, crossed a leg over your other one and crossing your arms to. He let out a small laugh, “you know i never understood why jhon died in the end and why candy committed suicide” you said and his heart sunk a bit low.

He cleared his throat before saying something “i know you’re afraid of losing me, y/n. I never told you this but ive read your journal” he nodded his head and you bit your lip, knowing every single letter you wrote and how much it sucked thinking back about those days.

“I know how much you loved me but hated me. But something really grabbed my heart. ‘I want to keep tom, hes like my soulmate. My hearts gotton closer by every minute and moment ive been with him. Even though i feel like ive been burned by some of the things hes done, id forever love him. Losing him would be like losing me entirely’”

“I still don’t understand” you mutter, silently wondering how he knew word by word. “I took advantage of that. Because when i was done reading it i knew it was true, it is true. I couldnt feel it in my heart, thats why i picked you up and took care of you. I noticed you really care for me and ive done nothing but asked you to suck me off, i thought i was making both of us happy by giving you what you needed, or wanted. I became so happy when we got closer, you told me about your new apartment and i was so excited, but it wasn’t because of me entirely. I wanted you to myself. I needed you to myself and you needed it too. So if you lost me you would lose everything, give up on love.” Everything he said was true, it wasnt what you wanted to hear but he needed you to hear the truth.

“So candy gave up on it” he shrugged “she didnt try because there was no need to, she didn’t think anyone else would love her, ‘without tom i have no one else, i know ive done some un speakable thigns with him but i can tell by his eyes and heart that he wants something, he just wont tell me’” he smiled, quoting off of your journal again with a smile on his lips. “Thats why i try every time to keep this relationship strong, go to therapy with you, kiss you and tell you how beautiful you are everyday, cook you breakfast when i know your trying to do something new”

“So youre only doing this because you dont want me to kill myself?” “No y/n. I did it at first but then i opened my eyes and noticed how much i really fucking love you” he uncrossed his arms and reached for your hand. “And i know you love me too, on a even page” you both shared a crooked smile, using your free hand and grabbing the cigarette and putting it to your lips. The time currently 4:30 in the morning as he reached for the cig, your eyebrows furrowed as you let him take it. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Since i had too much of your bullshit” “shut up” you both laughed, slapping his chest as he handed it back, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Im sorry for giving you such a headache” he muttered and you ignored it, putting out the cigarette and turning off the night light, keeping your distance from him you got under the covers and shut your eyes, and he did the same, turning away from you so you are back to back.

A smell of bacon filled your nose when you woke up, a faint smile on your lips as you got up, walking to the kitchen and finding thomas cooking.

“Whats the special occasion?” “I know youre trying something new”

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Hermong Us request again! Sorry for the vagueness, but: anything with the Morphling role? Maybe someone catches a morphling changing back and they have a moment of terror before they either die or escape, maybe someone sees a person morphed as them and has a weird moment that way...I just really like that role and the opportunities for scary moments that it opens up

the morphling role is SOO good for angst

...

Skizz slams his hands down on the emergency button, teleporting everybody to the meeting table. He stays still for a moment, trying to ignore everyone watching him expectantly.

“Skizz?” prompts Tango after a moment.

“Um… so… this is gonna sound weird, but…” Skizz frowns, wondering how he’s supposed to articulate this properly. “I saw someone turn into someone.”

Silence.

“Explain?” Etho says.

“I-I walked into electrical and I saw someone become someone else, but I don’t know if they’d JUST morphed or if they were coming OUT of morph.”

“Well, tell us what you saw and we’ll figure it out,” Tango says.

Skizz’s eyes flicker to both people in question, before he quickly drops his gaze. “I saw Joker turn into Etho.”

“Well this is easy, cuz I was up in weapons,” Joker says confidently. “So I couldn’t have been down in electrical.”

“I was in reactor,” Etho says. “Tango can vouch for me.”

“Uh, that was at least two minutes ago,” responds Tango. “You could’ve easily gone into security and vented or just walked down there manually.”

“So I guess the main point is neither Etho nor Joker can be vouched for?” Skizz ventures.

Another silence.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Oh boy…”

“Endless, you saw me get scanned, right?” Joker says, turning to the person in question. “You stood there and watched me on the scanner.”

Endless hesitates. “Visuals are off so I didn’t SEE you scan… You did look pretty centred but…”

“That’s not conclusive proof,” says Etho. “Unfortunately, since visuals are off, it’s gonna be really hard to clear either of us.”

“Come on, it’s OBVIOUSLY Etho,” Joker retorts. “He’s big-brain enough to attempt this.”

“So we agree it’s either a big brain move on Etho’s part or a failed morph on Joker’s part?” Impulse asks.

Joker glares at him. “First of all, ouch. Second, there’s no way it’s me. I just wish you guys could believe me.”

“Look, I know you both pretty well at this point,” says Tango. “And I genuinely cannot tell which one of you is lying.”

“Can we afford to vote one of them out and be wrong?” Impulse asks.

Etho shakes his head. “We can’t. There’s five left and two imposters so we have to vote someone, but we lose immediately if we’re wrong.”

“Oh god, I hate this!” Skizz yelps. “I don’t know which one of you it is! Everyone just vote for who you think it is!”

Everyone casts their votes.

It’s a two-way tie between Etho and Joker, with the latter having skipped.

Skizz groans. “Oh no, oh no, oh no…”

As the meeting finishes, Skizz lingers by the table, waiting anxiously to press the button. But as he tries, he realises he can’t. He used his button press already.

One more kill and they’re done for.

Predictably, the reactor goes off, so Skizz dashes towards it, hoping Etho or anyone else will press the button so they can vote someone off.

He heads straight down to the bottom part of the reactor and presses his hand on the scanner.

“Hey, Skizz.”

As Skizz whirls around, he finds himself looking right into his own face.

His eyes widen in shock and horror, his breath catching in his throat. He opens his mouth but no words can come out. It’s like a horror movie.

“If only you’d been more confident,” says Joker’s voice through his mouth.

That’s the last thing he hears before he collapses to the ground.

…

“-frightened him to death, Joker.”

“I said I’m sorry, man! How was I supposed to know he’d faint?”

“You walked up to him wearing his skin! How else was he gonna react? Why’d you even do that, anyway?! You could’ve just killed him; you didn’t need to morph!”

“I dunno, I just thought it’d be cool!”

“...you thought it would be COOL to walk up to someone wearing their face?! What kind of idiotic-?!”

“Stop,” groans Skizz, grimacing as he tries to force his eyes open. “Ev’ryone shuddup.”

“Skizz!” Impulse’s voice says. “Are you okay?”

When Skizz finally manages to open his eyes, he finds himself lying on the floor of a large room that’s clearly recognisable as the lobby. Impulse is kneeling next to him, gazing at him worriedly, while Tango and Joker stand at a safe distance away.

“Wha’ happened?” Skizz murmurs.

“You fainted,” Impulse replies quietly. “Do you remember why?”

Skizz frowns as his fuzzy brain tries to recall what happened. His eyes slowly widen as the memories come flooding back to him. “Oh god…!”

“Looks like he does,” says Tango, shooting Joker a glare.

Joker holds his hands up. “Hey, man, c’mon. I already said I was sorry.”

“Not to his face,” Tango retorts.

Sighing, Joker sheepishly approaches Skizz and crouches down next to him. “Sorry, buddy. If it makes you feel any better, I nearly had a heart attack when you fainted on me.”

“Yeah, and I bet you killed me while I was unconscious, ya coward,” mutters Skizz.

Joker stares at him, clearly affronted. “No, I did not! I waited ‘til Etho ran down to check on you and then I stabbed him in the face.”

“He did,” confirms Etho’s voice. “That ended the game.”

“Okay, okay.” Skizz lets out a breath. “Sorry.”

Joker relaxes. “No, it’s okay, I deserved that. I kinda pushed it too far.”

“New rule: no morphing into someone in front of them,” Tango says. “I can’t think of a single situation in which it’d be 100% necessary to do that anyway. If you can avoid it, and you almost always can, just don’t do it.”

Skizz grimaces. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin everyone’s fun. I don’t know why I couldn’t handle it.”

“No, dude, it’s okay,” Tango assures him. “I probably would’ve done the same. We’re just glad you’re okay.”

Skizz nods slowly. “Me too. So who were the imposters? Joker and...?”

Tango raises his hand. “It was me. Joker and me.”

“You guys suck. Joker especially.”

“Fair enough,” Tango chuckles. “You feel up to going again?”

Skizz nods. “Absolutely. I need to stab both of you in the face.”

Tango and Joker both laugh.

“Again, fair enough.”

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Only Temporary

Word Count: 3,289

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, OC Characters

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Platonic!Reader; Sam Winchester x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff at the beginning, death; TW: slight panic attack

A/N: okay writing with writer’s block and just writing in general is giving me way more anxiety than before cuz I already know it’s not good but I haven’t posted any content in so long and i feel really really bad, and i know its really long but I just could NOT tie it up n e wayz here it is sorry don’t h8 me plz

Masterlist

You pressed your hand against your stomach, over your bleeding wound as you bit your lip, holding in your cries. You whimpered softly, hearing footsteps, hearing footsteps as clutched your gun tightly, pushing yourself up.

You only counted one vampire, a maximum of two. You never expected a full nest, which surprised you when you first made your plan.

You bent over, holding yourself up as you cocked your gun, shooting at the man who walked in front of you.

“What the hell?!” you heard him yell, watching the bullet go just past his head, hitting the wall behind him.

Damn it

You could see everything getting distorted as the two men ran into the room, both pointing their guns at you.

“Drop your guns,” you pointed your gun at one of them.

“Dean, she’s bleeding,” Sam whispered.

“I said drop them!” you raised your voice, pushing yourself up as your bloodied hand gripped your gun.

“Look, we’re here to help, okay?” Sam started, putting his hands up as he put the gun down next to him, motioning to Dean.

Dean looked at you, then at Sam before nodding, putting his gun down.

You could hear your ears ringing as you scrunched your eyes, falling against the wall next to you.

“You’re gonna bleed out,” Dean said.

“Let us get you help,” Sam gave you a worried expression, as he took a step forward.

“How do I know I can trust you?” you clenched your jaw.

“Either you trust us or you die,” Dean replied.

You could see your vision blurring as your gun slipped through your fingers. 

Sam immediately ran to you, before you collapsed.

“You’re bleeding a lot,” Sam pointed out.

“No shit, Sherlock. You’re not that bright, are you…” your voice faded as you closed your eyes, your body going limp. 

---

You gasped loudly, jumping up in your bed, startled as you looked around the room. You scrunched your eyes, trying to remember what happened, and where you were.

You found yourself laying on a bed, in a dark, empty room. You stood up, wincing softly, looking down at your stomach, which was covered in bandages.

You grabbed your knife out of your pocket, slowly walking out of the room.

“Who are you guys?” they both looked up, tending slightly as Sam stood up.

“We’re hunters. I’m Sam, and this is my brother, Dean,” he explained.

“Where are we?” you asked.

“A bunker. We live here,” Dean said.

You put your knife back into your pocket, taking a few steps forward.

“Thanks for helping me,” you said.

“(Y/N),” you shook Sam’s hand as you gave him a quick smile.

“Nice to meet you. So, what were you hunting, exactly,” Sam motioned for you to sit in a chair next to him as you nodded.

“Vampires. I thought there were only two, maybe three, but there was a whole nest. And if memory serves, there should only be four left,” you explained.

“Wait, what? That means… how did you go against all of them?” Dean frowned as he turned to you.

“Uhm, I cut their heads off? Look, I gotta get going,” you started.

“Do you need help?” Sam asked.

“Nope,” your voice drifted off as you got a phone call, your face dropping.

“One minute,” you got up from your seat, walking away as you answered it.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sam immediately whisper-yelled, turning to Dean.

“What?!” he whispered back.

“Don't even think about eavesdropping,” Sam said.

“I wasn't going to,” he rolled his eyes.

---

“What the hell? What’s the one rule I have? Don’t call me,” you raised your voice slightly.

“I’m sorry, you haven't called for two days and I was getting worried,” your brother's voice wavered as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, kid, something happened. I’ll see you in a few hours,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” he replied as you hung up the phone. 

You ran your fingers through your hair, sighing as you shook your head. Your parents died when you were only 15, leading you into a life with hunting, and taking care of your younger brother, who was only five at the time.

You tried your hardest to keep him safe, meaning keeping him far away at any hotel room you could find. His current home was a hotel in Kansas, seeing that wasn't too far from where you were currently. You felt slight guilt, leaving a 13-year-old on his own, but you made sure to check with him whenever you could.

“Is everything okay?” Dean asked, walking up to you.

“Yeah. Uhm, thanks for all of this, but I have to get going now,” you gave Dean a small smile, about to walk away before he called for you once again.

“Wait, so are you just gonna go after them alone?” Dean asked.

You raised an eyebrow, before nodding.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” you replied sarcastically.

“Well, if you need backup,” he started.

“I don’t typically work with other hunters,” you interrupted him.

“Neither do we. If you need any help or anything, here are our numbers,” he handed you a sheet of paper before you hesitantly took it.

“Thanks, it was nice to meet you,” you waved to the two of them before leaving.

---

“Jackson? I’m home!” you called out, walking into the hotel room.

Before you had the chance to flip the lights on, he ran to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he buried his neck in your arm.

“Hey, I missed you too,” you smiled softly, ruffling his hair.

“Look, I’m almost your height,” he looked up at you.

“In your dreams, kid. Come on, how was this week of school?” you asked, walking with him as the two of you sat down on the small table in the room.

“Same as usual. I hate being the new kid all the time, got bullied a little. Oh, and I made a friend,” he exclaimed.

“A friend? Interesting. By the way, if someone messes with you, just flash them your knife,” you kicked your feet up on the table as you laid back into the chair.

“Uh, no. I’m too scared to do that. That’s how I got my friend, by the way. They picked up my knife after it fell out of my pocket. They were surprisingly chill with it,” he replied.

“Huh,” you shrugged.

“Also, (Y/N), I finished all my homework, so can we watch a movie or something?” he asked.

You looked at the time before sighing, it was only 8. Fine, but, we’re not watching The Untouchables again, okay?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Fine, can we watch Tombstone?” he asked.

“How did you watch that?! It’s rated R!” you scolded.

“It was playing one night,” he shrugged.

You playfully wrapped your arm around his neck, dragging him to the bed as you ran your fingers through his hair, playing with it.

Your brother struggled with anxiety, and you tried to do whatever you could to help him or keep him safe. He felt most at peace when you would play with his hair while he laid his head in your lap.

“I missed you a lot,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I missed you too, kid,” you sighed.

“I wish things were different,” he looked up at you.

“They will be. This is only-” you started.

“Only temporary, yeah, I know,” Jackson finished your sentence.

You kissed his forehead softly. 

“Come on, smart ass, let’s watch.”

---

“Okay, I’ll try to call you when I can. Remember, don’t be dumb. Bye,” you hung up the call from your brother, putting your phone in your bag.

It had been a week since your encounter with the Winchesters, and just like you’d expect, there was another murder, a woman found with her throat ripped out. It was still in Kansas, 3 hours from your hotel room. 

“Hey, I’m Agent-” you began.

“Agent Willis, I’m aware, your partners are waiting for you inside,” you frowned, tensing up as you rested your hand on your gun, staying alert as the officer led you in, only to see Sam and Dean in front of you.

You let go of your gun, tensing up as you clenched your jaw.

“Agents, I wasn’t expecting to see you two here,” you controlled your glare at them, not wanting to make a scene.

“Yeah, well, the director sent us to meet you here,”  Dean quickly lied.

He stood next to you, whispering.

“Don’t cause a scene,” he said,

“I told you I didn’t need any help,” you smiled, whispering to him from the corner of your mouth.

“Well, I’ll leave you three alone,” the officer walked away from the body, as you turned to Sam and Dean.

“Hijacking my hunt? Seriously?” you glared,

“What? Dean told me you called and asked for help,” Sam frowned, as the two of you turned to Dean.

“I didn’t feel good about you doing this alone,” Dean said.

“I’ve been hunting alone for as long as I can remember, I am fine,” you snapped.

“I’m sorry about Dean’s action. Maybe we’ll just leave,” Sam said.

“Well, now it’s too late. If you two leave now, it’ll look suspicious to the entire department. As much as I hate you, you have to stay and help me,” you rolled your eyes.

Sam’s face dropped slightly, feeling guilty, while Dean tried to hide his joy.

After being almost left for dead by hunters one too many times, you decided you would rather stay on your own. It was also better and safer for Jackson. The fewer people that knew him or knew about him, the less danger he was in. 

“You with us?” Dean snapped his fingers in your face as you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t do that ever again,” you glared at Dean.

This was going to be fun

---

“That’s what I call a successful hunt. You’re a great shot, kid,” Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulder, the three of you entering a diner.

You smiled softly, slightly annoyed but dealing with it. The Winchesters were unlike any hunters you'd ever met, they were empathetic, they weren't just machines. They began to grow on you. 

You sat down in the booth in front of Sam and Dean, while Dean quickly grabbed the menu.

“How long have you been hunting anyway?” Sam asked.

“Ehhhh, 8 years? Give or take some time,” you shrugged.

“8 years?! I thought you were in your 20’s,” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“My parents died when I was younger. It was a kitsune,” you replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” Dean’s face dropped slightly.

“Well, I’m fine, I mean it was a long time ago anyway,” you shook your head.

“So you’re just on your own?” Sam asked softly.

“Well, yeah,” you started.

Well, no

“But honestly I prefer being on my own anyway,” you said.

“Well, if you ever need any help or anything at all, don’t be shy to reach out to us.”

Your mind began to race to all the negative outcomes of what could happen if you let people in. You simply nodded your head, keeping your thoughts to yourself. You kept thinking about Jackson, trying to make sure he’d be safe. That was your only priority, to keep him safe.

The three of you went back to eating fries, laughing, and celebrating together before you made your way back to the hotel.

---

Over the course of the next few months, you found yourself getting closer and closer with the Winchesters. You felt slightly bad about lying to them about your brother, but from what you gathered, anyone close to them was in danger, which included yourself. They invited you to live with them multiple times, while you shot them down every single time, thinking about Jackson. 

One day he would have to meet them, and they would have to meet him, but that day wasn't going to come soon. Dean reminded you of Jackson a lot, having many similar traits. 

You walked into the hotel room, noticing all the lights off as you raised an eyebrow, looking at the time. It was midnight. He was probably asleep.

You walked to the bed, noticing it was empty as you tensed up.

“Jackson?” you called, feeling panic growing in your chest.

“Jackson,” you flipped on the lights, running to the bathroom to look for him, only to find it empty.

“Jackson!” you yelled.

You ran outside, getting into your car quickly as you dialed his number one more time. There were only a few places he would go, and you intended on finding him, no matter what.

---

It’s been over a day since you got back, still receiving no phone call from him, still unable to find him. You went to his school, asking people around, you went to the library, asking anyone if they’d seen him in the last two days. 

No one had.

You could feel your heart aching, as you closed your eyes, biting your lip as you held in a cry. You sat in your car, rubbing your fingers through your hair, trying to rack up any place he would possibly be.

You jumped slightly, hearing someone knocking at the window before furrowing your eyes, seeing Dean standing at the window.

You got out of the car, wiping your eyes as you looked at him.

“H-Hey, I didn't know you were in town,” you said.

“Yeah, are you working the case here too?” he asked.

“C-Case? What case?” you tensed up.

“The kitsune case? Are you okay? You don’t look too well,” Dean frowned, as he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I need to tell you and Sam something,” your voice wavered as your eyes watered once more, looking up at Dean.

“O-Okay, come with me then.”

---

“I’m so, so sorry I didn't tell you guys before. I-I just thought the fewer people who knew about him, the safer he would be, b-but now I-I can’t,” you stopped yourself, letting out a shaky breath as you rested your head in your hands, trying to keep yourself from breaking in front of Sam and Dean.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll find him, (Y/N),” Sam held your shaking hand, squeezing it gently.

“He’s all I have left,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Well, what can you tell us that can help?” Dean asked, sitting in front of you.

“I don’t know. I looked everywhere he goes, and he wasn’t there… wait, Dean. Y-You said there was a kitsune case in town?” your heart stopped slightly.

“Yeah…”

“What if it’s the same kitsune that killed my parents? I-I was never… I could never track her down. W-What if she’s back for him? What if she kills him?” you began to breathe heavily, your vision blurring as you looked to the floor.

“(Y/N),” Dean started, frowning slightly as he gave you a look.

You could feel your chest tightening as you squeezed Sam’s hand tightly, your body shaking. You let go of Sam’s hand, holding your head in your hands as you clenched your jaw, closing your eyes.

“(Y/N)? What is it? What’s wrong?” Sam looked at you worriedly.

“I-I don’t know…” your voice faded out as you inhaled deeply, finding it hard to do so.

“I think you’re having a panic attack. (Y/N), you need to breathe,” Dean squatted down, looking at you softly.

“I-I’m trying,” you wheezed, feeling your tears streaming down your cheek.

“Sam, go get a blanket and some water. (Y/N), look at me,” Dean put his hand on your shoulder, lifting your head.

“I-I…” your voice broke as you opened your eyes, looking at Dean.

“(Y/N), we are going to find him. He is going to be okay,” he stroked your cheek softly, wiping away your tears as you nodded your head softly.

“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, rocking you, calming you down.

---

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Dean entered the bunker, looking around.

“In her room. She’s been in there for a week,” Sam sighed, looking up at Dean.

“We need to help her,” Dean sat down in front of Sam, sitting at the table in the war room.

“There’s nothing we can do, Dean. We were too late. We found his body. She just needs some time to process.”

Dean looked at your room, seeing the door closed as he sighed. It was something no one could ever forget. Finally tracking down the kitsune, finding Jackson’s body.

He stood up, walking to your room as he knocked at the door.

“(Y/N)? I’m coming in,” he opened the door, finding you sitting up in your bed, wrapping your arms around your legs as you buried your head in your lap.

“(Y/N),” Dean put his arm around your back, pulling you close to him.

You sighed softly, keeping your tears at bay as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked.

“I just wish I could forget all about it,” you replied, your voice low.

“I know,” he started.

“Can you call Cas?” you asked softly.

“What? Wait, you’re being serious? (Y/N),” Dean warned, giving you a frown.

“I can’t live like this, Dean. I’m trying so hard not to give up,” you whispered.

“Why would you… (Y/N), the only way to deal with this is to deal with it. You can’t just forget about your problems and move on. You need to grieve, you need to process.”

“Not forever, just for now-”

“(Y/N),”

“Dean, please. I need this.”

Dean paused, running his fingers through his hair before exhaling softly.

“Fine, I’ll call him,” 

You let out a breath of relief, thanking Dean as you held onto him.

---

You smiled at Sam and Dean, walking down the hallway in the bunker before sitting next to Dean, kicking your feet up.

“(Y/N), my books,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Then you can move them,” you shrugged innocently.

Sam glared at you, pulling his books away from you before raising an eyebrow to Dean.

Dean only glared back.

“Do grandpa and grandpa need a moment? Seriously, what’s going on? Dean, did you throw away Sam’s smoothie? Sam, did you eat his pie?” you raised an eyebrow, eyeing the two Winchesters.

Sam closed his book, standing up and walking away from the two of you.

You sat up, looking slightly concerned as you looked at Dean.

“I just need to talk to him, give me a minute,” Dean quickly stood up, running towards Sam.

“Hey, what the hell is your problem?” Dean whisper-yelled.

“This is such a dumb idea, Dean. People can’t just forget and move on,” Sam replied.

“It was her choice, and as her friend, we should respect that, okay?” Dean tried to keep his voice down.

“We should've convinced her not to,” Sam shook his head.

“It’s only-” Dean started.

“Only temporary, I know. You keep saying that but it’s been two months, Dean. It's not temporary anymore. Instead of trying to convince her to remember, we just pushed it away. That’s not what we’re supposed to do. We’re supposed to be her friends and we’re supposed to be there for her, not encourage her to push it away,” Sam said, frustrated.

“I know, just give it some more time,” the two of them turned to you, watching you smile softly at yourself, thinking of whatever you thought of.

Dean knew that they had never seen you as happy as you were these past two months. He turned to Sam once more, shaking his head.

“It’s only temporary.”

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Three’s A Crowd, Four’s A Party

My Best Friend’s Brother pt 1, pt 2, Breakfast

This takes place mostly after Breakfast

Word Count: 3048

Rating: Teen

Pairings: pre-intrumoxceit, mostly anxceit with a healthy dose of pining!moxiety

Warnings: minor swearing, dark-ish jokes, Virgil being afraid of being murdered cuz anxiety, nothing major

~~~START~~~

Virgil Knight has had a crush on Janus Parcel for years — probably his whole life. He met Janus in pre-school and has been absolutely devoted to him ever since. 

From an outside perspective, it probably looked like Virgil was head over heels for Janus, and Janus was completely indifferent to him, but Virgil knows that’s not true. Janus likes keeping his cards close to his chest — he always has — but he’s completely devoted to Virgil, too. 

Janus is the one who told him about the rumors that were going around about him in seventh grade. Middle school meant new classmates, and new classmates meant people who’d never met Virgil before, people who didn’t watch him spend the last seven years following Janus around the playground like a lost puppy. They thought Virgil was a loner (he wasn’t a loner, Janus just had a different lunch than him), they thought he hated people (usually true), and they thought he couldn’t talk (it’s true that Virgil didn’t particularly like talking to people he didn’t know, but he’s not sure how everyone could possibly think he couldn’t talk). Virgil’s favorite rumor had been the one that he was a vampire; he once wore fangs to school just to freak people out. 

Virgil returned the favor by telling Janus the rumors that spread about him in ninth grade. 

During the summer between eighth and ninth grade, Janus fell face first into some sticker bushes while trying to pop a wheelie on his bike. The end result was a long, thin scar trailing down his face. When they started high school in the fall, a rumor spread like wildfire that Janus had been injured in a knife fight. 

The very thought that Janus would ever fight someone with a knife was ridiculous (“always bring a gun to a knife fight, Virge,” Jan liked to say, not that Jan had a gun, or liked to fight, but he did like winning), but Janus found the rumor hilarious, and never did anything to dissuade people from it. 

It was in high school that Virgil realized that he loved Janus romantically. It wasn’t that the feelings started in high school, that’s just when Virgil realized they were there. 

He didn’t do anything about them, Janus was always the leader; Virgil figured that if his feelings were reciprocated, Jan would let him know. 

There was one time in tenth grade that they almost kissed. They’d been watching a movie at Janus’ house, or rather, they’d been having a heated debate about philosophy (a subject Virgil only started arguments about because Janus was cute when he was passionate) while a movie played in the background, when they found their faces very close together — Virgil could swear that Janus had been looking at his lips — but Mrs. Parcel had walked in before anything happened. 

They never talked about it. 

Two months later, Virgil met Remus Kingsley at an art competition, and suddenly their twosome became a threesome. 

Virgil’s crush on Remus had been much easier to identify — especially since he’d been crushing hard on Remus’ identical twin brother Roman the year before. Until he learned that Roman was a pompous jerk that is. 

Remus wasn’t a jerk though, which is why his crush didn’t go away after a month like it had with Roman. Remus was sweet, and affectionate, and so very very excitable. He could be loud, and impulsive, and sometimes he stepped over the line, but he was very good at remembering where the line was once he’d crossed it once so that he wouldn't do it again. 

Remus had his own rumors floating around school. Well, ‘rumors’ wasn’t really the right word since most of them were true. Any rumor that wasn’t true was like a self-fulfilling prophecy, and Remus almost always followed through — he never killed anyone though, and that’s always a huge plus in Virgil’s book. 

It was easy for Virgil to fall in love with Remus, but it was even easier for him to see that Janus fell in love with him too. 

Eleven months after Remus joined their group, Virgil noticed a shift in Remus and Janus’ relationship — it was subtle, but it was there — and that’s all Virgil needed to know that his best friends were dating and hiding it from him. 

Two months into Janus and Remus hiding their relationship from him, Virgil was sitting on Janus’ couch, waiting for Remus to get there so they could start movie night. He barely paid attention when the doorbell started ringing (and didn’t stop until after Janus answered the door), or when Remus burst into the living room cheering about a ‘party’, but when a solid weight landed in his lap, he noticed. 

Virgil let out a startled hiss, thinking that Remus had launched himself into Virgil’s lap, but the blue eyes that blinked up at him owlishly from behind a pair of large, round glasses were decidedly not Remus’. 

The boy in his lap and Virgil stared at each other for a moment as Virgil’s brain tried to think of something to say, literally anything to say. ‘Looks like you’ve fallen for me’, ‘come here often?’ or even just ‘hi’. Anything. 

“S-sorry,” the boy stuttered, blushing. 

Virgil blushed too because this was Patton Morales, Virgil’s third persistent crush. Patton Morales was sitting in his lap. Virgil’s gay heart might just explode right now because Patton Morales is talking to him. 

“It’s, uh, it’s fine,” Virgil finally said, like a moron.

He’d never actually met Patton before, never even had classes with him, but Virgil knew who he was. 

Virgil’s admired Patton Morales from afar since freshman year when Patton yelled at a group of seniors for pushing around a couple of seventh graders that included Virgil’s younger sibling, Elliot. And since Patton wasn’t one of their friends, Virgil might have mentioned liking him once or twice to Remus and Jan, a mistake that probably led to Patton falling into his lap a few seconds ago. 

Fortunately, Virgil’s saved from having to think of anything else to say by Remus jumping on the couch and yelling “movie!”

Unfortunately, Remus began bouncing up and down, and as a result, Virgil instinctively wrapped his arms around Patton Morales’ waist to keep him from flying off. 

So now he was sitting on the couch. With Patton Morales in his lap. With his arms around Patton Morales’ waist!

Honestly the rest of the evening was a bit of a blur because the only thing Virgil could focus on was how warm Patton was. Every time Patton shifted, Virgil had to fight the urge to tighten his arms around his waist — if Patton wanted to move, Virgil would let him — he never even attempted to get up though, and Virgil hoped he couldn’t feel his heart racing. 

At some point, Remus got up from the couch, stripped most of his clothes off, and lay on the ground. At the same time, Janus also got up and turned the light off before settling himself onto the recliner, leaving just Virgil and the now-sleeping Patton on the couch. 

“What am I supposed to do?” Virgil hissed, praying that Patton didn’t wake up. 

“Sleep on the couch,” Janus deadpanned, clearly conveying how ridiculous he found the question. 

“What do I do with Patton?” Virgil rephrased. The blond stirred against his chest and Virgil held his breath in fear that he’d disturbed the sleeping boy, but Patton just sighed and burrowed deeper into his chest, completely out. 

“Wake him up if he’s bothering you,” Janus answered knowing full well that Virgil would rather die than inconvenience someone. 

“Sell him on the black market!” Remus piped up. 

“Maybe we should try selling you on the black market,” Janus suggested. “Might go for a few bucks.”

“Aww, Janny, you love me too much to sell me!” Remus grinned. 

“You’re a stepping stone on my path to world domination,” Janus replied breezily. 

Normally, Virgil would enjoy the playful banter and might add something to this conversation, but right now he’s too focused on getting into a reclined position on the couch without waking Patton. Once he was in the recliner position though, his legs stuck off the couch awkwardly and he had to shimmy up the couch until his head was against one armrest and his feet were against the other. 

Luckily, Patton continued to slumber. Virgil let out a small sigh of relief, he could hear Janus laughing at him from the recliner, but he refused to acknowledge him. 

 There was a clock on the wall somewhere in Janus’ house. Usually the sound of it ticking out the seconds was drowned out by the TV, or Remus, or something. But right now, at dark o’clock in the morning, with the other three people in the house fast asleep, and the menu screen for the last movie they watched was illuminating the living room, there was nothing for Virgil to do but listen to the steady ticking. The steady ticking, and the soft breathing of the boy sleeping on top of him. 

For hours, Virgil’s brain had been consumed with thoughts of Patton. What will he do when he wakes up? Does he like Virgil back? Is he going to be creeped out that he essentially slept on a stranger? Does he like Virgil back?

All important questions, and all too loud for Virgil to fall asleep. 

Light was starting to peek in through the window to Janus’ living room by the time Virgil finally managed to fall asleep. 

 He awoke hours later when someone sat down on his stomach. 

“Up and at ‘em, sleeping beauty!”

Virgil opened his eyes to glare at Janus. There’s significantly more light now, and Virgil can’t see anyone in the living room other than himself and Janus. 

“I hate you,” Virgil groaned, pushing Jan off him. 

Janus moves easily enough, allowing himself to be pushed off the couch. 

“Remus left to take Patton home,” Janus told him, moving over to sit on the recliner. 

“Hmm,” Virgil sat up to stretch, his back popping satisfyingly. “What time is it?”

“Almost two. How long did you lie away thinking about Patton?” Janus asked, resting his head on his fist and smirking. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” but his blush betrayed him if Janus’ growing smirk was anything to go off. 

“Of course not. Patton made pancakes for you, they’re in the freezer but he left specific instructions on how to reheat them.”

“Wow, actual breakfast food? How glamorous.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Janus warned. 

The pancakes were pretty good heated up, and definitely beat the dry cereal/leftover pizza they usually ate for breakfast when Janus’ parents were out of town. 

“You can stay, you know,” Janus said after pancakes, as Virgil was gearing up to go home. 

“Nah, I haven’t been home for like two days, I should make sure it’s still standing and stuff.” Honestly Virgil would love to stay at Janus’, but he’s gotta make sure Elliot is ok. 

He walked home from Janus’, it took him over half an hour, but it let him delay the inevitable a little longer. 

 Virgil lay awake that night long after even Elliot had fallen asleep, quietly snoring in the bed across the room. Virgil himself was still suffering from having laid awake the entire night before, so he just lay in bed, scrolling through Tumblr on his phone, while blasting Fall Out Boy through his headphones. 

At around two a.m., a pillow flew across the room and hit his legs, effectively gaining Virgil’s attention. He pulled the headphones off one ear and turned to his sibling quizzically. 

Elliot continued to lay on their side, looking asleep except that they stuck one arm out to point at the window. 

“Window,” they muttered, grabbing their own headphones as best they could while refusing to open their eyes. 

A second later a tapping came from said window, and Virgil turned to find Janus balancing on the tree branch outside. He glanced back to Elliot, but they were steadfastly refusing to move. 

Virgil crossed the room to open the window and let Janus in. 

“What are you doing here?” He hissed, listening for any indication that his parents had been awoken. 

“I wanted to try something,” Janus said quietly, refusing to meet Virgil’s eyes as he slowly peeled off his gloves. 

“What?”

This time Janus did meet his eyes, he had clearly steeled himself up for whatever he wanted to try. 

“If I make you uncomfortable,” he whispered. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Virgil was about to ask what he was talking about, but Janus brought both his naked hands up to cup Virgil’s face, and his entire being just froze. Had Janus been standing this close the entire time? Janus was leaning even closer- shit shit shit. 

Their lips connected and the only thing Virgil’s goddamn cursed mind could come up with was ‘kiss kiss fall in love’. 

Janus started pulling back after a couple of seconds of Virgil just standing there, frozen, which finally spurred Virgil into action. He placed his hands on Janus’ hips, returning the kiss to the best of his ability. He could feel Janus smirking against his lips, but he didn’t care as long as they were still kissing. 

A pillow hit the back of Virgil’s head. 

He turned to find Elliot still curled in their bed like they hadn't moved at all, but now they had no more pillows

Janus chuckled quietly. “Can we go somewhere to talk?”

“Yeah, you go ahead, I’ll be down in a second.”

Janus nodded and headed back out the window. 

Virgil grabbed his backpack and his headphones before heading for the window. 

“You’re leaving?” Elliot asked, no longer ignoring him. 

“Yeah, cover for me?” Elliot shrugged, but Virgil knew that was a yes. 

Janus was waiting for him on the ground, and once Virgil got down, they both silently headed off towards the park located a few blocks away from Virgil’s house. 

“So,” Virgil broke the silence once he was sure they were far enough away. “That was…”

“Late?” Janus offered with a rueful smile. 

“I was gonna say ‘nice’, but yeah.”

“Well I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again.” Janus slipped his hand into Virgil’s and gave it a squeeze. 

“I thought we were supposed to be talking?” Virgil teased as they finally reached the park. 

“We can do both,” Janus suggested, his blush visible even in the sparsely lit park and Virgil snorted. As much as Janus liked to pretend that he was suave and mysterious, he was just a dork. 

“We’re outside,” Virgil pointed out. 

“So?”

“Lots of serial killers target young couples out late at night.”

“Oh my god! That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” Janus demanded. “Our chances of being murdered?”

“I’m always thinking about my chances of being murdered,” Virgil answered earnestly. 

“Oh my god,” Janus repeated as he pushed Virgil into a tree, pinning him there. “You’re the worst.”

“I know.” Virgil smiled innocently up at Janus, wrapping his arms around his neck. Janus continued to glare at him, so Virgil added a slight pout. 

“You’re too cute for your own good,” complained Janus as he leaned forward. 

This time when Janus kissed him, Virgil was ready to respond in kind. He’d been thinking of doing this for so long that he could hardly get enough. 

A branch snapped a few feet away, causing Virgil to jump back from Janus. Unfortunately, he was still pressed up against a tree so all he really did was hit his head on the bark. 

“Shit!” 

“Are you alright?” Janus asked, managing to hold back his laughter, but unable to keep the smirk off his face. 

“We’re going to be murdered,” Virgil informed him, ducking away from the tree and heading off in the direction of the noise. 

“We’re not going to be murdered, it was probably a squirrel or something.”

“That’s what murderers want you to think!”

By the time Virgil was responsibly certain that there was no one else in the park — let alone anyone that would kill them — Janus had taken a seat on one of the swings. 

“We’re doing all the stereotypes,” Virgil commented as he sat on the swing next to Jan. “Teenagers, having a deep conversation in the park at night, on the swing set.”

“Hmm.” Janus kicked his foot against the ground, moving his swing slightly. “I like you.”

“Yeah I kinda figured that out.”

“Hush, I’m trying to talk. I like you. You like me. Both of us like Remus. Remus likes both of us.”

“You’re sure?” Virgil whispered. As far as Virgil could tell, Remus never acted like he had a crush on Virgil, and he’d hate to be operating on an incorrect assumption moving forward, it would be too awkward. 

“Yes, Remus and I already had this conversation. We both decided that I should tell you alone so as to not overwhelm you.”

“What- uh, what now?” Virgil stuttered. He was blushing so hard that Janus could probably feel the heat radiating off of him. He’d liked Janus for years, and then he’d liked Remus for almost as long as he’d known him, and they both liked him back? He could barely wrap his head around it. 

“My original plan was for the three of us to get together,” Janus said slowly. “But I’ve realized there’s one more thing I forgot to factor in.”

That was so vague. Too vague, it gave Virgil way too much room to overthink. Luckily, Janus seemed to know that, and continued speaking unprompted. 

“And I think that instead of a threesome, we should become a foursome.”

“A foursome?”

“You and Remus are both clearly smitten with Patton Morales,” Janus explained. “And I can, erm, see his appeal.”

It was Janus’ turn to blush, and Virgil could help but wonder what had happened yesterday to cause that reaction. 

“So you want the three of us… and Patton?” Janus nodded. “But how are we- he’s afraid of us! He’s like- he’s like a fluffy little puppy, and we’re like a pack of feral cats!”

“Puppies notoriously love everyone,” Janus shot back. “Besides, I have a plan.”

~~~END~~~

Up next will be Janus’ absolutely 100% foolproof plan to get Patton to fall in love with them (it’ll be 5 parts, one for every step in the plan)

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wish you were gay - jj maybank

A/N: So I wrote this based off my own first heartbreak haha fun! Yeah fr, this all comes from the heart and I literally poured my real emotions and experience into this so it’s really special to me. The song ‘wish you were gay’ by Billie Eilish just reminds me of it cuz I listened to it on repeat getting over it and I related to it. If you haven’t heard it I highly recommend! Also italics are flashbacks!

Summary: you and JJ had something you thought was real, you fell for him and you thought he’d fallen for you too, but this becomes an evident lie as he makes a rash decision that ends in disaster.

Warnings: angst, heartbreak

Words: 1,802

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Heartbreak. Heartbreak is a perpetual feeling that something bad is about to happen. It’s grief, fur-lined with fear that joy has forever escaped you, that there will be no happily ever after for you. Heartbreak is a tightness in your chest; it makes air feel like razor blades moving through you. It’s waking up in the morning and having three seconds where you don’t remember, and those three seconds will be the only part of the day where the dread doesn’t sit and fester in your gut.

Heartbreak was what you were feeling. After a full day of acting alright, like everything was fine and going back to normal, you’d go home and cry. You’d cry until your body was physically exhausted, to the point where you had no tears left, to the point where your face was sore. You’d cry until you felt physically and emotionally drained and then you would just lay in your bed staring up at your blank ceiling, basking in your own self-pity.

What had gone so terribly wrong? You couldn’t wrap your head around it even weeks afterwards. It kept you up at night, gnawed at you incessantly, played in the back of your mind constantly. Were you unlovable? Were you never going to be good enough for anyone? Why was it that everyone you let in pushed you away, abandoned you as soon as you let your guard down?

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You and JJ were lying on John B’s couch after a night of partying, the both of you still a little drunk. You were wrapped up in his arms as he stroked your hair and placed sweet kisses on your forehead. You looked up at him in adoration and placed your hands on his bare chest.

“(y/n),” he said nervously, meeting your gaze.

“Yes?” You smiled, his anguish causing your heart rate to quicken.

“I’ve just been thinking, like…we’ve been messing about for a while now…and I guess I uh don’t really know what we are, but I know that I um…like you, like a lot…” he blabbered, removing his hand from you waist to scratch the back of his neck.

You continued staring at him, your mouth curling up in a smile as you felt him squirm underneath you as he tried to pluck up the courage to say what he’d been meaning to for weeks now.

“I guess…I uh guess this is me asking whether you wanna go out with me?” He asked, avoiding eye contact, too scared to see your reaction.

You grabbed his chin gently and tilted his head down to look at you.

“You want me to be your girlfriend?” You smiled. You’d wanted to hear those words for a while now.

“I- uh, yeah,” he replied nervously.

“Well then, yes,” you grinned, watching his eyes widen and his cheeks go crimson.

“Yes? As in yes you want to be my girlfriend?” He stuttered.

“What else would I be saying yes to you dumbass,” you chuckled, making him go red.

He pulled you into a tighter embrace, his whole being consumed by joy.

“Thank god,” he gasped, “that shit was scary.”

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You remembered that night clearly, you’d never been so elated. The confusion and uncertainty between the two of you completely erased as you finally confessed your feelings for one another. You’d never felt so good in your life. You loved him, you hadn’t told him that yet, but he wanted you to be his girlfriend and that was enough for you at the time. You finally got the clarity you needed, that he was yours and you were his and nothing would change that…or so you thought.

It didn’t take long for things to go south between you and JJ, perhaps a little over a month. One of the best months of your life soon turned into the worst, all in one night.

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“What is up with you?” You yelled at JJ. He’d been ignoring you all week, coming up with excuses not to see you and avoiding your texts and calls.

“I’ve just been busy, alright!” He yelled back, his voice laced in frustration. He was keeping something from you.

“Bullshit, J! You’re not too busy for John B, for Pope, for Kie! You’re apparently only too busy for me!” You shouted. “What aren’t you telling me?”

JJ sighed and sat down on John B’s couch, running his hands through his messy hair.

“Did I do something?” You whispered, sitting down across from him.

“No…no…” JJ shook his head, staring down at the wooden floorboards.

“Then what is it?” You pleaded, your voice threatening to crack at any moment. “Why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

“I fucked up (y/n)…” JJ said, finally looking up at you. His eyes showed pity, guilt even.

Your heart felt like it had sunk to your feet. What did he mean he fucked up? Had he cheated? A million thoughts raced through your mind as you processed his words.

“W-what do you mean?” You stuttered, your heart now beating at a speed you didn’t know to be humanly possible.

“I lied to you (y/n),” his lip trembled; he was holding himself back from crying. You’d only seen JJ cry once, after telling you about his father, so it scared you that he was showing signs of it again.

“You lied? What do you mean you lied, JJ?” You asked, your voice raised yet still shaky.

“I told you I wanted you to be my girlfriend,” he stated, his eyes still glazed with guilt.

Your breath hitched as you took in his words. Out of the million things that had crossed your mind, this was not one of them.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n), I really thought I wanted this…” he continued, his voice strained. “We had a lot of fun and I really like hanging out with you, but I just…I can’t do this…us…”

You felt sick. You felt a sob making its way up your throat as you felt your heart breaking, shattering into tiny pieces.

“So this was all a lie?” You choked, “I never meant anything to you?”

You could see the hurt in his eyes seeing what he’d done to you.

“I’m so, so sorry (y/n),” he shook his head, “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Bullshit!” You stood up from your seat, tears streaming down your face. “You don’t just fuck with someone’s feelings on accident!”

“We were drunk (y/n)!” JJ stood up. “I thought I knew how I felt, but I didn’t and I’m sorry! I was wrong okay? Fuck! I was wrong!”

“Alcohol doesn’t give you feelings for someone out of the blue, JJ,” you cried, “so you must’ve lied that night. You must’ve lied right to my face when you told me you liked me! When you told me you wanted me to be yours!”

You could barely see through your tear coated eyes and the taste of salt stung your lips.

JJ simply stood there in silence, shame overcoming him. He knew he was an idiot and he hated himself for it. He cared for you, he really did, but he knew leading you on anymore would just hurt you more than he already had.

“I just don’t think I’m a relationship type of guy (y/n)…I’ve tried but I can’t be the guy you want me to be… I’m sorry…” he sighed, sticking his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts, biting his lip and sniffling.

“To think I was going to tell you I loved you…” you muttered, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

JJ’s eyes widened at your confession, “(y/n)…I-”

“Save it, JJ,” you interrupted, “You’ve made it very clear how you feel.”

“I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry,” he mumbled, letting a single tear slip down his cheek.

“I really hope you are,” you cried grabbing your stuff, “and I hope that you never do this to anyone ever again.”

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JJ Maybank had broken your heart, that was a fact. The first boy to make you feel wanted, worthy, was the same to absolutely ruin you. You spent countless nights crying yourself to sleep, blaming yourself for what had happened, convincing yourself that you could never be loved. You had to spend time away from the pogues at first, you couldn’t bear to see JJ, you wouldn’t let him see what he’d done to you just. For him to pity you.

You were so embarrassed by what had happened that you longed to blame it on anything other than the truth, the truth that JJ simply didn’t love you and he never would. But what hurt the most was thinking that he could have. The time you spent together felt so real that you couldn’t comprehend how he could discard it with such ease, just pretend like it had never even happened. He’d given you a taste of the happiness you’d craved so dearly and then ripped it away from you in the blink of an eye, that’swhat hurt the most.

What a fool you were, thinking a boy notorious for one night stands and meaningless hook ups could ever settle down permanently with the likes of you. You dreamed of being the one who he came to when he was sad, of being the first person he confided in after a beating from his father, but that’s all it was, a dream. He hardly let you in, despite your many efforts. The truth was you weren’t the first thing he thought of when he woke up, or the last thing before he fell asleep. He didn’t fantasise about your lips and the way it felt to kiss you, or how it felt to hold you or hear you laugh; he took you for granted.

You wished you could have been that girl in the movies, the girl that gets the player to change his ways and fall for her, the girl that makes him never want to be with anyone else ever again, but you weren’t her and you never would be.

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A/N: whoooosh I haven’t written in a good 2 weeks or something so idk there you have it

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