#sometimes i have a beautiful brain methinks

[foolishlyfoolishfools]

Had a dream last night that I wanted to read Homestuck just so I could create a satire fantroll named Franvriska, whose name was a fusion between Franziska von Karma and Vriska Serket.

I kinda wanna make this a real thing now.

[crescentfool]

guys. isn't being alive so cool. there are. so many swag people in my life. some of them don't even know i exist but i know that they exist and they're doing cool shit and i look at them with fondness that's enough for me.

the people who do know that i exist are also wonderful and i cherish them so much beyond human comprehension its unreal to me that in another lifetime i wouldn't know such splendid souls but they are here with me now and i think that's all that matters.

and there's so many cool little creatures and animals and plants and whatnot and even if i don't know shit about them i think its so cool that somewhere out there these things spark whimsy and joy and breathe life into people that their brain is like a cozy little library of encyclopedia knowledge.

the way in which life can take us on so many fun journeys and paths even if it may not look like anything to us in the moment i think it's so fucking neat to be able to walk this path and that even in hardship there will be good for us eventually and stories to tell for getting through these things.

guys i love being alive im so happy i love life and i'm so glad that i can feel a depth of emotions because it means i can be grateful for so many cool things like this.

i hope you all have something to love in life too you are so epic and swag for reading this and i think you will absolutely be able to skyrocket out of the universe to do the thing you want to do. keep on keeping on fellow humans!!!

[spro-o]

So I’ve seen that you draw the sins and other’s characters with different ethnicity’s, I was wondering if you had any specific races for them? I just find your art style so beautiful, but I was curious if anyone was a specific race you head canon them as.

sorry for taking so long!! house md hyperfixation had me in a chokehold (binged all 8 seasons), but anyways!!

i've been think about this and here are my ideas :3 btw, these are for a modern!AU (in which i'd HC that all the events happen in England, since the likelihood of you encountering such a strange group is much higher in a city like London), since if i was sticking more closely to canon it'd be pretty boring since they'd all be Scottish 💀

Meliodas (+ Zeldris): BRASIL NÚMERO UM CARALHO ‼️‼️ sorry but there's just something about them,,, they'd def be Brazilian (and mixed, in terms of skin tone)

Diane: Scottish (and Black) - this one i don't really have proper reasoning for aside from the vibes that the giants' land has just fits best with where it is canon - rocky landscape with few trees, pretty cold, etc. and also i don't know where it started but the collective HC of Diane being Black has made it so that i genuinely forget she's real pale in the canon

King (+ Elaine): English - the royal vibes make me think posh English lads - they are absolutely the British stereotype and feed into it unknowingly (they'd be rather pale, with a tendency to get freckles)

Ban: Russian (or any other flavour Slavic) (i feel too guilty and self indulgent HCing him as Polish,,,, but i want to😭) - i also HC him as albino in the modern!AU, if we're being more realistic, which i should def do some fanart of sometime

Gowther: South Korean - methinks it just fits with their fashion sense and mannerisms - they absolutely indulge in all kinds of Korean and Japanese dramas/shows/movies (they'd be on the tanner side)

Merlin: Welsh - mage,,, wizard lady,,,, speaking niche languages,,, yeah, Welsh,, tho i do think she has somehow managed to learn like 7 different languages and visit close to every country on earth - something something endless pursuit of knowledge (i think she'd be pretty pale, as when she isn't out on the other side of the world, she's indoors, barely getting any sun)

Escanor: Spanish - also would have dark skin, since i HC one of his parents as being Moroccan. source? reason?? my beautiful brain

Elizabeth: French - same reason as King and Elaine, the typical royal vibes just drew me to these decisions (tho, alternatively, i do think she would also fit being from England) (either way, she'd also be pretty pale)

so yeah!! thats what i came up with, but id be very curious to hear any other ideas/HCs y'all have :3c

[traumxrei-archive]

【 book 6 pt. 2 thoughts ! (3) 】

i got through a good chunk of the story methinks, and it's probably bc there were more battles in the chapters i hit just now ^^

[ spoilers for 6-55 till 6-65 under the cut ! ]

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[ about : VIL UM SPELL !! ]

"I lose naught, and fear naught. This shining crown was made for me. Fairest One of All." RRAHHHH his unique magic is so good, he's so good, i love vil, and his big beautiful brain.

[ about : guy in the room at the end of the hall ]

grim...? would explain why leona found his magic familiar, but holy hell how did he absolutely desTROY the door ??? he blew it off its hinges quite literally hhh

[ about : uniforms and magic pens ]

it's interesting how much lore book 6 is giving us about nrc as well as simple things like dorm uniforms. we never would've known that dorm uniforms have magical defenses on them, or that they're all able to summon their magic pens from afar if we didn't have book 6.

CRYING I WISH I HAD THIS TEAM.... i wanna have the dorm leona n vil duo, and the scarabia dorm duo too :'))))

[ about : overblot gang fight !! ]

[ about : THE SERUM ]

I SEE. i knew there was something suspicious about the serum, but i didn't think that rook could cast arrow afar on inanimate objects too !!!! arghhh and vil noticing the fact that rook's UM was on the bottle from the first time he saw it, and him taking it along so rook knows where to find him,,,,,,, why are they both so intelligent wtf, rook hunt i want your brain rn !!!!

(also the way rook was able to open the emergency door release in one pull vs idia almost breaking his back to open it,,,,,,,rook hunt why are you so perfect wtf)

[ about : mirror ?? ]

WE'RE HAVING A DREAM SEQUENCE N O W ???? w h a t ??? did yuu get knocked out from the magic blast that was thrown at them ?

also it's funny how hercules and idia have similar dreams to each other. like how they both want to be like everybody else, but in different ways. whilst hercules was revered for his strength, idia and the shrouds are shunned by those that remember them, and others don't know them at all. and it's all because they were given a blessing/curse. i remember how idia said before that a blessing or a curse is dictated by a person's will, so every blessing can become a curse and vice versa if a person wills it to be.

[ about : EPEL UM !!! ]

OMG HIS UNIQUE MAGICCCCC !!! it's so fitting !!!! the fact that he's the "poisoned apple" and the fact that his UM can put others into cases of glass, just like the one snow white was put into after she was "put to sleep" by the poisoned apple. wahhh that's so cool !!!

and it's pretty versitle too, bc you can use it to encase enemies, aka make them fall asleep and stop attacking. but you can also use it to encase your allies, in order to protect them from attacks, just like what epel did earlier. and it fits epel !! like he does pick fights with others sometimes, but his strongest urge is to protect others from harm, and to be a shield, so the spell fits perfectly <33

also the spell itself,,, "your eyes will close, your breath will still, crimson slumber" aghhhhh !! i think it's 10x a better name than sleep kiss, bc the thing that woke snow white was a kiss, and the thing that put her to sleep was the apple hence "crimson slumber" ^^ well played on the localization team's part >:D

[ about : poor staff... ]

[ about : og ortho... ]

mans is out here fighting for his life meanwhile leona and azul are like "let's save him, rob him, and make him show us the way >:D" jSKJFKSDJF and vil's like "smh,,,,,but also yes let's do that" HAJFHDJSF they really ARE all dirtbags this is so hilarious

[ about : jamiazu and their never ending beef ]

your honor, i just find them funny sbdhdhfj like guys yall are about to get killed by automated robot armor, why are you fighting each other :')))

it gives me the creeps how og ortho always uses "we" as a personal pronoun. it's actually terrifying. bc no matter what is left behind of og ortho, he's already become a part of whatever creature exists in the underworld rn.

[ about : overblot gang's rejection ]

vil... the way he takes their side and sees it from their perspective first and foremost. like he commends ortho for changing his thinking, and trying to take a chance for himself and idia. but he also knows when to be strict, bc he doesn't want to give up on his own dreams.

and leona ^^ obviously he has a lot of grievances with the current world, but the reset that ortho's planning has too many uncertain variables, and not enough certainty that the world will be remade in a way that would favor him, so ofc he would refuse.

jamil, obviously he doesn't like being ordered around. if he was going to remake the world, it would be by his own hand, and not because someone more powerful is trying to get him to do it out of fear.

azul of course is thinking about the economy, he can't do business in a world that's overrun with phantoms,,,,he would lose his 10-year-business plan if all phantoms start invading the world.

and riddle, as always, talks about rules. it makes sense, bc ortho's trying to make new rules for the whole entire world that would only benefit two people, and riddle being the guy who lives by rules to help protect and guide people wouldn't accept that.

[ about : POME REUNIONNN ]

AAAAAA THE WAY EPEL RAN ALL THE WAY TO VIL AND VIL WAS LIKE "EPEL" LIKE AHHHHH DAD SON MOMENTTT !!! they're so cute i love pome sm sm sniffsss the way rook runs as well and vil taking into stock that everyone's okay !!!! so happy !!!!! (also the other dormleaders being stock still bc what. why are there here.)

[ about : grim's power ]

i fucken knew ittttt— last book 6 thoughts i pointed out how maybe grim's "full potential" was being hindered by his curse. maybe his curse is activated in the presence of blot density. bc he only went berserk after eating 5 blot stones, and then he went berserk again in STYX because the halls started filling up with strong blot fumes. so the curse might lift when he's surrounded by blot and he can access the normal magic reserves that direbeasts usually have.

OR grim can naturally digest blot...? maybe he can use blot like a mage can utilize their magic pool when he's berserk, which explains why he hasn't overblotted yet after eating 5 blot stones. and it lines up with them being unable to figure out his blot accumulation rate.

[ about : leona's wager ]

HELP ??? i mean. deserved. BUT ALSO HELPPPP— time to grab a bag of popcorn before they start beating idia up sjfkdsjfk

[ about : rook hunt :")))) ]

NOT ROOK WANTING TO DO A HUDDLE I'M CRYING JSKFDJSKF the way that every single person hates it other than epel ToT this is so funny i love rook so much

not them huddling and then...standing in silence ??? i'm about to start crying real tears bc of these clowns sjdfksfks

[ about : FUCK ]

THE JUMPSCARE I GOT FROM ORTHO'S VOICE HOLY SHIEETTT,,,, idia's voice as well, are they getting corrupted by the blot...?

lowkey kinda nervous about the fights but wish me luck y'all hhhhh

never have i been more terrified by ortho before iN MY LIFE.

[ about : the elusive 6-66 ]

ok i'm gonna keep playing, but i'll leave off here and make a separate post for 6-66 and 6-67 bc i know those two chapters will be long asffff

[saph-yells-into-the-void]

did the blue lock character chart for the funsies <3

(transcript of my little thoughts i wrote below read more bc istg my handwriting is illegible)

isagi: Goated mc

bachira: FELL IN LOVE FROM 1ST PAGE ❤❤

chigiri: BROS BEAUTIFUL, LIKE CMON. (also love his mean girl esque personality)

kunigami: WC..., might change?

raichi: DO SMTH. PLS.

kuon: eh

naruhaya: LITERALLY ONLY BC OF HIS BACKSTORY

lemon: irrelevant but he had cool saves soo

gagamaru: ABSOLUTE LEGEND. also cool design 👉👈

imamura: ? who are you, why are you here

igaguri: essential methinks...

kira: fine. dont come back tho

nagi: very interesting character. very scared for him tho

reo: PLS GET UR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. STOP DEPENDING ON NAGI.. I BEG

zantetsu: idiot <3

barou: very cool ig

niko: the gay 15 year old shipper plss. (a banana fish AND madoka fan? cmon ik he's having sm fun rn)

rin: I- I like emo boys...

aryu: 🌟OSHA 🌟🌟 OSHA 🌟

tokimitsu: anxiety boi, he's just like me fr

hiori: *HEAD IN HANDS*, MIGHT change depending on this arc...

karasu: mom friend but also why he saying the horniest shit? SIR please (i like him)

otoya: eh, a bit boring

nanase: I need to see more tbh

yukimiya: tragic. but i giggle sometimes

shidou: THE ONLY MAN EVER ❤ ❤ ❤ #1 FAV

sae: SPAIN WITHOUT THE S. fuck you for fucking up rin but also pls stay and let me into ur brain

ego: Treat Anri better

anri: ANRI, I'LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE

(between ego and anri is: mlm 🤝 wlw)

sendou: completely forgot ab him until this match. (saw a tweet say he had dick-sucking lips and never saw him the same way since.)

aiku: one of the best designs, fight me. he's so chill but also why does he have to be a player

(to clarify i meant in terms of women and dating by saying "player." lmao just wanted to be clear alskjksl)

kurona: his design's neat ig..., (not super attached tbh)

kaiser: I- I like assholes...,(plus hes funny as shit), (so unserious LMAOO)

ness: insane and obsessive <3 (he should kill someone. as a treat.)

noa: The eyeliner tho...

chris: <- literally a golden retriever

[kaebedom-me]

Bro your Cheaya college fic was amazing, 10/10 would read again But now I have a request for you, touch starved reader that thinks that the boys don't want them but those fuckers pick up on that shit and overstimulate the reader until their brain is mush. maybe some dp and some spit roasting (eye emoji) - simp anon

Welcome simp anon!!! Jejfjf thank you, i really needed that 🥺 Ok but sometimes it do be like that :(

This request is my JAM tho!!! [eye emoji] [eye emoji] [eye emoji]

I'd say it's pretty unlikely that the boys would let you feel this way?

Just cuz they're naturally very touchy

Ok but them when they're busy with stuff methinks that's when the ✨insecurities✨ and brain bs kicks in

Boy they pick up on it so quick too like one glance and they know you're bothered

They're really sweet umu obv asks you what's up first

When they find out that its because you've been feeling like you're not wanted or insecure, or neglected they're so heartbroken

Because they do love and want you very much!! Plus they think about you every second while they’re away from you

They immediately pull you into their arms. Squishing you between the two of them, drown you in reassurance and kisses your face, head, anywhere

They're a little panicked and feel so bad, like they kinda feel like they haven't been very good boyfriends if you’re doubting how much they want/ love you

Silently kissing you apologetically

If there’s something you’ve been dying to buy or like something you wanna do you should ask now because they will do anything for you right now LMaO they’re weAk

They just really want you to feel like you’re loved in this relationship ya know 

You can't help but melt into their embrace when they’re just showering you with so much attention and reassurance

They'll know like when you're feeling better too, they'll snuggle you closer as you sigh happily

The three of you just bask in each other’s presence

Honestly, sex wouldn’t even cross their minds at that point? Their brains are working in over drive mode to make sure you’ll never feel that way again

When you start like moaning softly though as Childe nips at your absentmindedly while Kaeya is rubbing soothing circles around your thighs, they’ll immediately know what you want

Slowly pulls away and gets you to look them in the eye to make sure that this is what you want right now

They just don’t want you to feel like you’re being used in this relationship :(( they care you sm

You tell them you’re sure and they’d still be a little hesitant but they’ll indulge you with anything you ask right now because they want to spoil you rotten

Don’t mind sex? But will make it all about you. They want to spoil you rotten

Maybe engrave it into you that they love you very very much 

They’ll overwhelm you with their love essentially

They’re so gentle while they’re giving you kisses and removing your clothes

A lot of body worshipping and praise as foreplay, they tell you how beautiful you are and how much they love every little thing about you

Expect really slow but deep fucking, as if they’re trying to fuck their love and want into you 

You have to beg them to go faster, you also have to tell them exactly what you want because this is now about you

No teasing, none of their usual antics, you ask for something and they’ll comply with a “sure, baby” and a gentle kiss to your forehead

They’ll definitely overstimulate you but less as a rough punishment but more of them just really wanting you to remember this is how much they want you

They haven’t even pulled out their cocks and you’re probably on your 5th orgasm

Them holding hands with you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 because they think it’s really intimate 

If one of them is busy using their mouth on you, the other will be giving you sweet compliments on how well you’re doing and how pretty you look 

Also, a lot of I love yous!!! They won’t expect you to say it back but it’d make them happy to hear it 

I think spit roasting you’d have to ask them for it, because right now it’s about you and your pleasure, but if it’s what you want to do then they’ll do it

Double penetration is a given though. They really just like double penetration? And you taking both of them at once right now is them wanting you to fuck their love into you

So much praise

“Darling, you’re taking us so well, aren’t you just the sweetest?”

“Do you feel good, sweetheart? You’re so good for us, baby, we love you so much.”

Both of them will come inside of you to make sure you feel how full you are

Your brain being mush is less from them fucking you good, more from them overwhelming you with affection

The aftercare will be the best you’ve ever had

Them taking turns cleaning and getting you things that you might need/ want because they don’t want to leave you on your own

Still giving you a lot of praises for doing so well, and asking if you’re feeling better and if there’s anything else they can do for you

Childe combing through you messy hair and giving your sleepy eyes light kisses while Kaeya wipes your body down with a damp wet cloth so you don’t feel icky the next morning

Cuddles!!! When they’re done cleaning up!! Because they live for you content face when you’re in between them being warm

Talks softly to soothe you into sleeping

Straight up takes days off from work for like a day or two so they can spend some time with you

[ragingbookdragon]

What A Flashy Romance PT. 1

Batsis x Wally West (Flash) Story

A/N: This title will still be the best title I’ve ever created, and there’s no if’s, and’s, or but’s, about it. Enjoy! -Thorne <3

She watched the two of them joke around before she scoffed and walked over to her father. “Does he have to be here?” Bruce didn’t look at her as he typed away on the Batcomputer.

��          “He came over to see Dick, (Y/N). Stop acting like a kid and act like a grown-up.” She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him.

           “I’m not acting like a kid, dad. I’m acting like an adult who really dislikes her older brother’s best friend.”

           “Why do you two even dislike each other? Did you two just not get along well?”

           “Have you met Wally? He’s practically Dick 2.0, just more annoying.” Bruce’s response was cut off by Wally.

           “Sticks and stones, Your Highness.” (Y/N) turned, directing her glare at him.

           “Oh, go shove it speedster.” A smirk worked its way on his face, and he leaned forward.

           “I think you’re just jealous of my speed.” (Y/N) barked a sarcastic laugh and placed her hands on her hips.

           “Hardly.”

           “The lady doth protest too much methinks.”

           “At least my brain cells move faster than yours.”

           “And whose to say they don’t?”

           “Hmm, probably the person with more degrees than you could ever earn in your entire life.”

           “At least I earned my degrees without my parent’s money.” The cave went silent at his comeback, and (Y/N) felt as though she’d been slapped in the face; she stepped forward, her tone threatening.

           “Excuse me? What did you just say to me?” Wally crossed his arms and nodded at her.

           “You heard me. You act all spoiled and entitled, and it’s solely because of your dad’s money.” She blinked and he continued. “Perhaps if you gained some humility and thought about people who were less fortunate than you, you’d be better off. But the truth is, you just act like a spoiled little brat who stamps her feet when she doesn’t get what she wants.” (Y/N) felt the air disappear from her lungs and all she could do was blink. Dick nudged Wally, who in turn looked at him and nodded; the two of them took off out of the cave, leaving (Y/N) with the rest of the family. Each of them watched as (Y/N) walked numbly to her bike, climbing on it; Bruce walked over and rested a hand on her shoulder.

           “Don’t take it to heart (Y/N).” She shook his hand off her shoulder and adjusted her cowl.

           “I’m going to sleep at the apartment in the East Side tonight.” She looked at him. “I really don’t feel like seeing him again.” Bruce nodded and watched her leave before pressing a button on his cowl.

           “You were out of line tonight Wally. Don’t let it happen again.”

           “Yes sir.” The line cut and he turned to Tim and Damian.

           “C’mon, we have patrol.” The two of them climbed on their bikes as Bruce climbed into the Batmobile, and they left the cave.

A Few Hours Later:

           (Y/N) stepped out of the shower, picking up the towel and drying off before wrapping it around her and walking into the kitchen; she pulled out a water bottle from the refrigerator, taking a few sips before listening as the sound of a speedster coming into her living room echoed through the kitchen. She stepped into the living room seeing Wally pulling down the red cowl around his face; she watched the bluish lighting fade and then she walked up to him. He saw her coming and gave her a smile. “Hey (Y/N), I’m-” She cut him off as she squeezed the water bottle in his face, dousing him in water; he blinked at her then turned his face to the side and spit out the water that was in his mouth. He turned back to her and tipped his head. “Okay…I kinda deserved that one.” (Y/N) huffed and put her hands on her hips.

           “Oh, you think?” Wally ran a hand down his face and gave a firm smile.

           “I’m sorry (Y/N)…it slipped out before I could stop it.”

           “You went way too far tonight Wally…I mean, I know that sometimes I say super rude shit…but that was downright disrespectful.” He shifted forward, wrapping an arm around her waist.

           “I know, and I am sorry about it. I was wrong to say that.” He paused and reached up, cupping her cheek. “You are one of the humblest people I know…and you don’t wave around your dad’s money to get what you want.” He met her eyes, his look and tone solemn. “I’m sorry (Y/N).” She observed him for a moment before sighing and leaning into his chest.

           “I know we have to keep up the antagonistic relationship but try and make the insults not too personal next time.” He shifted, wrapping his arms around her before he nodded.

           “I will.” They were silent for a few moments before she pulled back and glance at him.

           “So, what did you tell Dick this time?” Wally grinned and pulled away, reclining on the couch.

           “Told him that Barry needed me in Central and took off.”

           “And he didn’t question you moving in the direction of my apartment?” Wally winked at her.

           “Carbon copy babe. It looks like I went to Central-”

           “But instead you’re here.” (Y/N) looked at him. “Nicely done.” He placed a hand to his chest and gave a mock bow.

           “Thank you, thank you.” (Y/N) tipped her head to the kitchen and said,

           “Food’s in the oven. I’m going to go get dressed.” She began to walk away when a flash of blue appeared in front of her; (Y/N) looked up to see Wally smirking at her.

           “You don’t have to do that babe…I wouldn’t dream of it.” (Y/N) huffed a laugh.

           “You’re a perv Wally.”

           “Maybe…but when I have a beautiful woman in front of me wearing nothing but a towel? Hmm…doesn’t take much.” (Y/N) fought to keep the grin from her face and he stepped forward. “Is that a smile I see?” She let out a giggle and stepped behind the couch, putting distance between them, not like it would do anything in the long run.

           “No Wally West, it’s not a smile.” He moved in front of the couch and leaned forward.

           “I think it is a smile and you’re just denying it.”

           “Well I think you’re wrong.” She put her hands on the back of the couch, and Wally raised an eyebrow.

           “You do know how fast I move (Y/N)…what makes you think I won’t catch you?” She shrugged, taunting,

           “I like taking my chances Wally.” He placed his hands beside hers and closed the distance between them until they were almost touching noses.

           “I’ve noticed you do…have you noticed that I also like taking chances?”

           “You mean like the chances of having your ass handed to you by my brothers because we’re dating?” That stopped him and he stuttered out,

           “Uh…yes?” (Y/N) snorted.

           “Good answer.”

           “I have my moments.”

           “Key word moments.”

           “That wasn’t nice (Y/N).”

           “I’m not a nice woman Wally…you’ve been with me long enough to know that.”

           “I have been…what’s it been, ten months?” (Y/N) pulled back and narrowed her eyes.

           “Uh no. We’ve been together eleven.” He moved before she realized it, and she found herself pressed up against his chest; his hands gripped her wrists and held them and she tipped her head up, her voice laced with disbelief. “Wally West!” His lips brushed her ear as he pulled her tighter against him, her back brushing his chest.

           “(Y/N) Wayne.” She swallowed, feeling her heart thump in her chest.

           “You were stalling…that wasn’t fair.” His chuckle reverberated through her back as he murmured,

           “When it comes to you (Y/N)…I don’t want to play fair…I want to win.”

           “And you think you’ve won?”

           “I don’t see you trying anything to win back the favor of the game.” (Y/N) twisted her head, flashing him a grin as she shifted her body, pressing herself into his front. Wally’s eyes widened and he sucked in a breath; (Y/N) smirked and quipped,

           “I think I just did.” His eyes met hers and she moved one of the arms he held until it gripped the towel tied at her chest; she slipped a finger under the tie and pulled. It fell to the floor and she leaned her head back onto his shoulder, her tone taking on a sultry feel. “So, are we going to stand out here all night…or are we going to go play?” His eyes narrowed at her and she felt him lift her up and dash off towards her room.

The Next Day:

           She felt the bed shift and her eyes snapped open to see him sliding the covers down as he threw his legs over the side of the bed. She reached out a hand, rubbing his hip and smiling when he jumped at her touch as she murmured, “Leaving so soon?” He turned around and gave her a small smile.

           “Barry texted a few minutes ago. Said Bart was goofing off and needed someone to look after him. (Y/N) snorted.

           “The kid’s the same age as Tim…can’t him and Conner hang out with Bart?” Wally shrugged as he pulled on his boxers.

           “That’s probably where I’ll end up taking him.”

           “I can text Tim and tell him to go meet up with them.” (Y/N) shifted, wrapping her arms around his waist. “And you can spend some more time with me.” Wally went silent as he tipped his head side-to-side.

           “I dunno (Y/N)…Barry seemed pretty adamant that I needed to get Bart.” She pulled herself up, draping herself across his back as she pleaded,

           “Please Wally…we don’t get to do this often.” (Y/N) looked at him. “Will you stay just a little while longer?” He stared at her for a few moments before sighing and nodding.

           “Alright. Just make sure you call Tim and tell him to go get Bart and Conner.” (Y/N) grinned before grabbing her phone and dialing a number; they picked up after a few rings.

           “Hello?”

           “Timmy? Have you gone to bed yet?”

           “Is that a serious question?” She sighed.

           “Timmy you’re seventeen…you need more than a few hours of sleep every night.”

           “Will you get to the point already?”

           “Don’t be an ass to your older sister.” She paused and looked at Wally. “Do me a favor and go collect Bart in Central and then go get Conner.” There was a slight pause in the line.

           “…And why should I do that?”

           “Because four years ago I did you a favor and now I’m asking for it to be repaid…no questions asked.”

           “When did I do you a favor?”

           “When you lied to Bruce about being on a date, and instead you were out saving the world.” There was another pause.

           “…Fine…I’ll go get them. Where am I supposed to take them though?”

           “I don’t know Tim. You’re the son of a multi-billionaire…take the jet and hit up Tahiti for all I care. So long as you get them, I don’t care what happens.”

           “Alright…whatever.”

           “Bye Timmy. I love you.”

           “Love you too.” (Y/N) hung up the phone and laid it back on the nightstand, turning to Wally.

           “Looks like we have some time to ourselves.” He grinned and turned around, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled them down, then pulled the sheets back up; (Y/N) huffed a laugh as she adjusted herself in his arms. “I can’t believe I score us time and you want to go back to sleep.” Wally shrugged and buried his face in her hair mumbling,

           “It’s like ten A.M. Who wouldn’t want to sleep some more?”

           “Are you sure that stomach of yours isn’t going to rumble in a few minutes?” Wally pulled back and looked at her.

           “My stomach is not-” He was cut off as his stomach gave a loud grumble, and he looked down at his stomach then back to her; a faint pink tinged his pale cheeks and he mumbled, “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” (Y/N) began laughing, and soon he joined her; after a few minutes, she nudged him.

           “C’mon, I’ll go make us breakfast.” They made their way into the kitchen, and she began pulling ingredients out of the refrigerator; (Y/N) glanced at him. “What do you want to eat?”

           “I’ll eat anything.” (Y/N) nodded.

           “Yeah I know you will.” She glanced at him. “Remember the first time you came over to the manor? You practically obliterated our stocks of food.” Wally started laughing and she threw the hand towel at him. “My dad was so annoyed that he didn’t allow any speedsters over for like two months.” Wally nodded at that.

           “Yeah, me and Dick had to hang out in Central after that.” He shrugged. “But things are better now. Dick’s doing better, I’m doing better.” He took her hand and rubbed his thumb across the back of it. “We’re doing better.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him and questioned,

           “What’s got you so sentimental Wally?” He shrugged again.

           “I don’t know…the longer I’m with you, the more I love you.” (Y/N) smiled at his words until his face turned solemn and he looked at her. “And I don’t want to hide it anymore.” (Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she pulled her hand back.

           “Wally you do understand what’s going to happen if we tell, don’t you?” He nodded and opened his mouth to reply, but she cut it off. “We risk you and Dick falling out, me and Dick falling out, and pretty much any member of my family with you.” She paused. “I don’t think we should tell them right now.” He looked at her and she raised a hand. “Just for a little while longer.” They held eye-contact for a while before he sighed and reluctantly nodded.

           “Alright…but just for a little longer (Y/N).” She smiled and moved forward, wrapping her arms around his waist.

           “Thank you, Wally.” He grinned and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers before pulling away and moving to the bar.

           “You can repay me by cooking food. Because I’m hungry…very hungry.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, but grinned and started cooking.

           After breakfast, the two of them sat on the couch watching the TV when (Y/N)’s phone rang. She reached over and picked it up, groaning when she caught sight of who it was; Wally glanced down at her. “Who is it?”

           “My over-achieving brother.”

           “Jason?” (Y/N) huffed a laugh and shook her head.

           “No Jason’s my hard-ass brother.” She showed him the screen. “It’s Dickie.” Her thumb slid along the bottom and she put the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

           “Hey kiddo.”

           “Hey Dickie. What’s shakin’?”

           “Nothing much, just called to tell you I’ll be up at your door in a few minutes.” (Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she scrambled off the couch.

           “WHAT?!”

           “Are you okay?” She glanced at Wally and spoke rapidly.

           “Why are you coming over?”

           “Because I wanted to talk to you about Wally.”

           “We don’t need to talk about Wally. I’m fine.”

           “Well even if you don’t want to talk about him, I’m already walking though the doors, so I’m still coming over.” There was a slight pause. “Alright, I’m getting into the elevator. I’ll see you in a few.” He hung up the phone and (Y/N) motioned to Wally.

           “You need to leave, and you need to leave now. Like right now.” He stood up and zoomed off to the bedroom, coming back fully dressed. (Y/N) began shoving him to the door. “Oh, we’re fucked. We’re so fucked.” Wally snorted at her and she glared at the back of his head. “Shut up before I shove my foot up your ass Wally. This isn’t funny.”

           “It’s a little funny.”

           If our asses weren’t on the line, I’d agree. But right now? We’re fucked.” (Y/N) threw open the door and looked outside, only to see the doors begin to open and Dick step out; her eyes widened, and she slammed the door, turning Wally around. “Oh my god! He’s here!” She began looking around until she saw the pantry. She looked at Wally then back to the pantry; his eyes followed hers and he shook his head.

           “No.”

           “Wally!”

           “I am not hiding in your pantry.” The doorknob began to turn, and she shoved him forward.

           “We don’t have a choice! Go!” He grunted and moved into the pantry, shutting the doors just as her front door opened; (Y/N) turned around and slapped a smile on her face. “Dickie!” He grinned and opened his arms; she ran into them and he lifted her up as he hugged her.

           “Good to see you kiddo.”

           “Dick, you saw me last night.” He set her back down and ruffled her hair, laughing when she batted his hand away.

           “I know…but between you and Wally being jerks to each other, we didn’t get a whole lot of time to talk.”

           “That’s because Wally’s an ass.” Dick sighed and made his way into the kitchen, setting his stuff down on the counter; her eyes darted to the pantry and back to him.

           “Why are you and Wally so mean to each other?” He paused and motioned to her. “Did something happen that just made you two hate each other’s guts?” (Y/N) pulled a frown and crossed her arms.

           “You mean besides Wally acting like a major-rager arse-biscuit? No, nothing happened.”

           “Then why don’t you get along? He’s not a bad guy.”

           “He’s an ass Dick.”

           “And you can act like an ass too.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him.

           “So, you’re defending him?” Dick raised a hand and pointed at her.

           “I didn’t say anything like that, and you know it.”

           “Sure, sounded like it.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

           “Can you just try and get along with him next time?” (Y/N) thought about it before shrugging.

           “Sure, so long as he doesn’t act like the jack-ass he is.” Dick observed her for a moment before sighing.

           “It’s progress.” He glanced around. “Did you cook something earlier?” (Y/N) nodded.

           “I made myself breakfast earlier…had I known you were coming, I would’ve made enough for you.” Dick waved her off and rose from the bar, walking around the kitchen towards the pantry.

           “You always have lucky charms stored for me.” His hand reached for the pantry door and (Y/N) reacted.

           “Wait!” Dick stopped and turned to her.

           “Is something wrong?”

           “I-uh…there’s a café a few blocks from here that sells really good food.” (Y/N) moved forward and took his arm, leading him away from the doors. “How about we go eat there?”

           “Didn’t you eat already?”

           “Dick I can always eat.” He laughed and nodded, then grabbed his stuff from the counter.

           “Alright. Let’s go then.” He shifted and moved her to the door; (Y/N) brought up a hand.

           “I need to get my wallet and phone really quickly Dick.” She turned to him. “Go start the car, I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Dick nodded and walked out the door; (Y/N) closed it then let out a sigh of relief and slid down the door. Wally stepped out from the pantry and walked over to her.

           “You okay (Y/N)?” She nodded weakly.

           “I’m fine…just trying to calm my racing heart.” Wally smiled and knelt beside her.

           “Have fun going to breakfast.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes but gave him a brief kiss.

           “Dick and I will leave in a few, then you should be able to leave.” He nodded and they rose from the floor, staring at each other until Wally spoke softly.

“I really want to tell your family that were dating. You know, that right?” (Y/N) sighed and nodded.

           “I know…but right now we can’t.” She looked at him. “You know exactly how angry Dick and Jason would get if we spilled.” He nodded then looped an arm around her waist.

           “I love you (Y/N) Wayne.” She smiled at him and pressed her lips to his, then pulled back and said,

           “I love you too Wally West.” He watched her leave the apartment before sitting down and waiting a few minutes, then he left and locked the door behind him, making his way down the steps. Wally stepped outside the apartment complex and made his way down the street when someone grabbed him from an alleyway. He began to fight back when the sound of a cocking gun, and the press of cold metal against his stomach made him stop and he looked up to see someone he was not prepared to see standing there.

           “…Jason?” His head tipped to the side and he questioned, “What the hell man?” Jason’s teal eyes narrowed, and he pressed the gun harder against him and when he spoke, his voice booked no arguments.

           “You and I are going to have a little chat Wally.”

           “About?” Jason leaned forward, getting in his face.

           “About why the fuck you’re leaving my sister’s apartment.” Wally’s eyes widened and he whispered,

           “Oh crap.”

           “Oh, crap is right.” He paused. “Your answer to my question better not be what I’m thinking the answer is.” His words were dark and cold when he spoke again. “Because if it is, I’m going to shove this gun up your ass and unload the clip.” He looked at Wally. “So, let me ask you this, are you sleeping with my sister?” Wally shut his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

           “And if I am?”

           “You’d better pray you aren’t.” Wally cleared his throat and stood up straight, no longer afraid of the gun.

           “You know I can move faster than you.”

           “I know. But I also know how to catch you. Answer the question Wally.”

           “Your sister is an adult.”

           “My sister is my baby sister. You’re also Dick’s best friend. Did that not slip through your mind when you started sleeping with her?”

           “We aren’t sleeping together Jason. We’re dating.” Jason’s jaw clenched and he stepped back, allowing Wally to move; he pointed at him.

           “You tell Dick, or I will.” Jason turned and walked off but stopped and turned back around. “And I can assure you West…you don’t want me to tell Dick.” Wally watched him leave and then he rested his head back against the wall before sighing and mumbling,

           “(Y/N)’s so not gonna be happy about this.”

[agustdef]

Here & Now - Chapter 2

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Fluff; Chill romance

Word Count: 1,963

Warning: None.

Banner Marker: @dee-ehn​

A week of me constantly working felt like a month. I was physically and mentally drained, but I had to keep going. The light at the end of the tunnel was so close and I could just imagine the rest that I'd get as if it were happening.

"Kendall!"

The screaming of my name sent me jolting forward and out of the daydream, I'd slipped into. Blinking a few times I regained my bearings and stared at Marcus with wide eyes. He just frowned, his eyes holding what felt like disappointment.

"How much sleep did you get on the plane?'

"Three hours."

"And when you got home?"

"Three hours?"

He sighed and I guessed he wasn't appeased with my answers. "How much sleep did you get while in New York?"

For a moment I paused, thinking about it. After a few seconds too long he slapped the table, calling on my attention again.

"Actually, I slept every night for at least seven hours. The most consistent it's been for about a month. I'm just using too much of myself. Working my brain to meet all deadlines and also trying to get everything that I want to out of me. Too much creative output methinks."

Shrugging I grabbed the piece of Belgian waffle I'd been eating, dipped it into syrup and shoved it into my face.

Marcus released another sigh, his face softening. He was entering one of his big brother modes, I could feel it. I always did my best to not worry him that much, but sometimes it just couldn't be helped.

"You're taking a break from all work after this. You look dead most of the time, even with that sparkle of joy in your eyes. Plus your skin looks dull. Where is that radiant brown skin that you've honed with your sixty different skincare products."

A laugh escaped me and I almost choked on the waffle. He was a freaking dork.

"My skin looks just fine, thank you very much. Never come for it again. And I promise I will be taking a break. I'm going to be sleeping, eating and seeing several movies. Also catching up on music."

The last words had him narrowing his eyes and opening his mouth to say something.

"Not for inspo nor for work. I'm behind on some releases and need to catch up and expand my library. We both know that I'd be driven mad if I couldn't at the very least listen to music."

Marcus' lips pursed and then he nodded. He knew that I was right. I couldn't fully promise to control my impulse to get work of some kind done, but I would at the very least try for my sake, his and my literary agent, Ara.

"Okay. Even though I want to just ban you from work now we're having a brunch meeting for a reason." He paused and took a sip of his nasty earl grey tea.

Clearing his throat he turned his attention back to me. "You know the projects you have coming up, it's not a lot and you've worked with at least one person on all of them before. So obviously I'm not too worried about that. You have meetings with the producers for Halsey's album and then the ones for Bruno on Tuesday. Thankfully, they're hours apart so you have time to sprint to the other side of the city."

As he spoke I scrolled through my phone's planner, making sure that I had all those things noted somewhere. I'd have reminders, but I preferred to have it on me at all times. I'd end up cross-checking them with the things in my paper planner.

"Got it."

He nodded and scanned his own phone, then something in the air shifted. Marcus glanced up at me with this serious expression that had me prepared to shit myself.

"And then there's the meeting with Suga in a week."

His grave expression only lasted for a second and then he was smirking at me. Wiggling his eyebrows he did this weird dance that I never wanted to see again. I felt very embarrassed and also wanted to launch something at him because he was teasing me.

"Stop."

"Stop what? I'm just saying you have a meeting next week. A meeting with someone you fangirl over. Someone you've said some very interesting things about." He sounded so smug.

"And? I've fangirled about most of the people I've gotten to work with. Full on thirsted. Brendon Urie, Hayley Kiyoko, Tinashe, Halsey, Trey Songz, Rihanna. Hell, I'm in post-production with Hanbin. And everyone knows how deep that thirst ran." I rolled my eyes and sipped my iced green tea.

"True. But come on, we both know your composure can suck sometimes. Even you, woman with the resting bitch, sad and/or tired face slips up. And I'm more than sure that he will catch you slipping." He enunciated every word, growing more pleased with himself every second.

My cheeks were burning, from embarrassment and annoyance. I flipped him off and stared into his eyes. "Keep fucking with me and I will shave your head. All the hard work for those waves will go out the window."

And as usual, it shut him down. He knew I'd never go that far, but I was not above some form of retaliation that he wouldn't see coming. We'd known each other for well over six years, and even though we spent 2 years, not on speaking terms friendship wise his work as my agent kept him in the loop of my behavior.

Silence reigned as we finished off our food and waved down the waiter to order the burger we'd been eyeing. Once that was taken care of I felt this sort of shyness overtake me. It wasn't foreign, because I was naturally shy, but with a close friend, it felt misplaced.

Clearing my throat I felt my cheeks burning again. "So... um, any particular reason that they asked me? Like the email said that he wanted to work with me, but even then I have no clue why. I asked Hals and she denies having any part in it."

Marcus failed to keep the smirk from making its way back onto his face. He tried hard, the corners of his mouth quirking up and down. Eventually, he just gave up.

"Oh. Well, it's not like you're some unknown producer. You've made a name for yourself with how consistently good your work is. Plus people know that you dabble in a little of everything and are willing to experiment. Plus if you've forgotten you've done a fair amount of work in the world of k-pop. Stray Kids, Jackson Wang, Loco, Mamamoo. You just finished working with B.I., someone who is arguably one of the best producers and writers out there."

"But..."

Reaching across the table he used his hand to cover my mouth, "No buts. You've created a rep for being good at your job and great to work with, it's not surprising that he or anyone else might want to work with you. Stop it."

Swatting his hand away I glared at him, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

"Fine. What time is the meeting?" I asked.

Just before he could speak the massive burger was sat in front of us with a mountain of fries. My stomach felt tight after the waffles and bacon, but upon seeing the beauty made some room. I ordered ginger ale for burping purposes and then grabbed the knife, cutting the burger in half.

"It's going to be on Wednesday at two. You're free that whole day, including deadlines for Ara because those edits are obviously due tomorrow. So you can relax all day until that and perhaps prepare some stuff to show him to get the vibe he's going for."

I took a huge bite of the cheeseburger as I mulled over what he said. One thing dawned on me as I swallowed.

"What is this for exactly. You cut off all my access to the emails and I'd like not to be in the dark about it."

"Oh, he's releasing more Agust D music," he said nonchalantly.

My eyes widened and I felt like my eyes would roll out of their sockets because of it. I'd assumed it was a BTS thing or some other BigHit artists situation, not his solo stuff.

"I want to fire you so bad," I said once I regained my composure.

"Nah, you can't and you won't. You know I do my job too well and this is the only time I've withheld information for my own amusement."

"I hate you a little bit. Not gonna lie." I shoved several fries into my mouth and chomp as I glared at him.

Marcus just winked at me and continued stuff his face with food. No more talk of work happened, we just sat and eat our food occasionally making conversation of some random topic like the character I named after him and then murdered. It had been over a year since that book was written, but with the last of the edits being due his salt levels had risen again.

He ranted and raved about how rude it was, killing a dear friend. One would think I'd actually done the deed and somehow brought him back to life. I had to admit it was funny how riled he was about it though.

Right before he started listing the reasons why I should change the character name my phone vibrated on the table. An image of Hals flashed onto the screen and I thanked Zeus for the interruption.

Picking up the phone I wasn't given the chance to speak because she was whispering with someone in the background. When she stopped I interjected.

"Hello?"

"Ken! Hi, where are you?" She got right to the point.

"I'm out wrapping up a meeting with Marcus. Is there something you needed?" As I spoke to her Marcus waved down our waiter and requested the check.

"Yes, but depends on how you answer the next question. Which is are you busy for the rest of the day?"

She sounded too happy like she was up to something and I didn't like it one bit.

"Besides doing a read through no. Why?"

A laugh could be heard on the other end, which was very much so hers though she'd moved away. Another voice said something, but I couldn't quite make out what it was.

"I could hang up."

"Wait, no. I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out and work on some stuff. Nothing serious, just run a few things by you and we spend time together. You can even do your read through." She's pulled it together and sounded normal, but I was still suspect.

Glancing down at my watch I saw it was only almost one and I had all the time in the world to get shit down. That and I only had half the book left and that wouldn't take me much.

"Fine. I'll be there in half an hour."

"Good. You know how to get in. Love you. Bye."

She hung up quick, leaving me no chance to respond to her. Shrugging I pushed the phone into my pocket and looked up in time to see the waiter hand Marcus his receipt. When he got up so did I and we headed out of the restaurant.

"Need me to drop you off?" he asked.

"Nah. I can just Uber there, we're going different directions," I said.

The sun was so bright that my glasses weren't transitioning fast enough to save me and I couldn't really see him.

"Okay. Be safe." He reached over and ruffled my hair, sending the curls I'd worked hard to keep intact going everywhere.

Before I regained sight he was gone, knowing I'd hurt him. Rolling my eyes I ordered and uber and used the window the restaurant to reset my fro. By the time it was sitting how it once was the car pulled up and I eagerly fled to the safety of air conditioning.

It only took fifteen minutes to get to her place because for the first time ever traffic in LA was being kind to me. I hopped out of the car with a nod to the driver and made a beeline to her placed. Once there I knocked and was met with her smiling face. As usual her smile made me smile and she pulled me in for a tight hug.

"Thank you for coming."

"It's no problem, love."

She pulled away and let me in. I kicked off my shoes and was several steps in before I noticed the person standing across the living room. His back was to me and then he turned around, making my eyes widen a fraction before I got it together.

Halsey smiled and I could see the mischief in it. "I forgot to tell you I had a visitor. Kendall this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is Kendall. You'd be more familiar with the name Sailor V. You're working together soon, right?'

"Hi," I said still processing.

He also appeared surprised. "Hello."

[theworldiswhispering]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

@timelordsoftherings tagged me, thanks friend!

Are You Named For Anyone? - I have a biblical name so historically I guess? Also I believe my middle name is after a good friend of my mom’s. 

When Was The Last Time You Cried? - Probably sometime last week, for some reason This is Us always makes me sob even though I don’t usually cry watching stuff. 

Do You Have Any Kids? - Nope

Do You Use Sarcasm A Lot? - Depends on who I’m around

What’s The First Thing You Notice About People? - How easily I can make them laugh (that’s the only thing I can think of anyways)

Whats Your Eye Color? - Brown

Scary Movie, or A Happy Ending? - Happy endings but I don’t mind some sadness mixed in, it usually makes them sweeter. I don’t do horror movies heh

Any Special Talents? - I’m ok at drawing and I like to write? I’m a mediocre at best fencer but most people don’t use swords on a regular basis so maybe that counts

Where Were You Born? - REDACTED (heh it’s one city over from where I live now)

What Are Your Hobbies? - Drawing, writing, and reading when I have the energy to not watch shows instead. Swinging wildly between too cryptic and too open. 

Do You Have Any Pets? - A rescue dog that we think is a golden retriever mix of some kind. I would die for my dog. 

What Sports Do/Have You Played? - Fencing?? It’s stabbing people it a sportsmanlike manner and it’s in the olympics so I guess it counts, I’ve only been doing it for nine months now (will I shut up about it? methinks not anytime soon I’m so happy to be learning how to swordfight)

How Tall Are You? - 5′5 1/2″

Favorite Subject In School? - Any of the humanities but music, really. I like learning things in any subject but I don’t think I could make a career out of any of the hard sciences, my brain is more squishily inclined. 

Dream Job? - Writer for sure, assuming I can’t roam the world with a crew of friends and stumble into lots of adventures. That’s probably the closest thing to it anyways. If that doesn’t work out, art therapist or something involving art and making things and generally trying to bring some light into the world through stories and beauty. 

Tagging: @ anyone who feels like doing this 

[lovelyirony]

My brain that does things you like also regularly informs me I'm useless, and if it's correct on other points why not on this one? And methinks Tony does a lot more useful things than me. All I did was come up with ideas, you're the one who implements them. I have reams of ideas, but I never do anything with them. That's... pretty much the definition of useless. -teahusbands anon.

You do so many amazing things. You are so much more, teahusbands. I know that sometimes brains are so stupid and they tell you shit like “hey, you’re useless” but that’s literally all that thought does. It doesn’t make you tea. It doesn’t compliment. it only has one use. you are more than that. don’t doubt yourself teahusbands. you have ideas, and that’s amazing! and it’s okay if you don’t implement them. it’s okay because they are your ideas. you can do anything you want with them. you are so amazing in so many ways. 

you are like the stained glass windows in churches. brilliant and beautiful in their own way. You are like getting to your house when it’s super cold outside and cuddling up with a blanket. Laughing with your friend about that really stupid meme. Listening to your absolute favorite song and dancing in socks. You are amazing, teahusbands. You don’t have to fit one standard of “useful”. I had to learn this for years before I realized it. It sounds like you do too. 

You are so amazing it’s not even funny. You’re amazing, teahusbands. You really fucking are. you’re the stars and the planets and the pretty pictures of the galaxy. You are more than you believe. More than you know. And dammit, I refuse to accept that you think you are useless. Believe me, you aren’t. 

As to your brain being correct on some points: 

yes. It is. It can also be incorrect on many things, just like everything. Sometimes, brains get wires crossed and say things that aren’t meant to be said. Calling you “useless” is one of those things. 

I need to reiterate it: you are not useless. I don’t care how many times you have to say it, but look into the mirror. really look at yourself. And say it. I don’t care if you don’t believe it at first. Maybe it’s half-hearted or sarcastic or plain spiteful, but start saying that you are worth stars. You are useful. You are warm and funny and inspiring. 

These are true. Trust me. 

[artificialqueens]

weak (violet/trixie/katya) 6/6 - kitty

A/N: this is it!! the final chapter!! thank you so so much to everyone that’s read this fic/left a comment or an ask or a note. you’re my whole heart, and the fact that you’ve read this weird little plotless fic means a lot. this chapter is dedicated to polly, because she’s a star and this is basically half hers. feel free to yell at me on my writing blog, @kittydoux, and i hope you all enjoy <3

summary: “You know, running away from this won’t make it easier”

Katya rests her head on Violet’s soft pale thigh. She presses a kiss to it, softly, gently, silently, and hopes Violet feels it. Violet strokes a hand over her hair once in recognition. It’s been a while – well never, actually, when she thinks about it – since she had her head this close to Violet’s dick without doing something with it. Katya’s come to the realisation, sort of, that maybe her whole friends with benefits thing with Violet hasn’t been particularly beneficial. Not because she doesn’t like Violet, but because she does. Achingly, brutally in fact. And some part of her (a big part, actually, taking residence in the part of her brain Brenda inhabits) has been repressing it. This train of thought is very mature, she thinks. She still doesn’t want to deal with it, though.

Trixie lets out a whistle through his teeth. Katya’s very familiar with the sound. It’s the sound he makes before a meet and greet, before getting on a 12 hour plane flight, before confronting someone. It’s his sound of having to deal with something he doesn’t particularly want to deal with. Katya hates that this time, it’s her. They’d both said it was messy. Katya gets the implications of that. It’s because she’s messy, fuck, and she doesn’t think she can be casual.

Katya’s good at casual, the queen of it, some would say. Trixie’s not. Violet’s good at it, but then, Violet’s good at everything. Or at least, Katya thinks she is. Thought she was. Katya hates herself slightly for not knowing because she knows Violet, she does. She loves Violet as a friend and as more and she can’t stand the fact that she hasn’t seen all of Violet. She hates that this is even happening it all.

“I’ll go first,” Trixie says, and Katya wants to throw up and run away. She doesn’t want to hear Trixie say he can’t do this, that he doesn’t want to see her again.

“I kind of hate this,” Trixie says, and Katya’s done, actually, and she wants to leave except she’s frozen on the sofa and Violet’s thigh is sweaty underneath her head and she’s sticking to it like glue. This is a nightmare, like she’s in a pool of honey and slowly suffocating. If Violet notices, they don’t mention it. Katya thinks Violet might be holding their breath too, and it’s that thought that makes her stop and breathe.

“This is so fucked up,” Trixie continues. “Like, you’re my best friend, Katya, and Violet – I don’t even know if I like you as a person.”

Violet looks stricken at that, and Trixie’s eyes widen.

“Shit, fuck okay sorry. That was a poor attempt at humour. I do like you as a person, sorry, jeez, I’m fucking this up.”

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Katya chimes in.

“Unhelpful, Katya, thank you,” Trixie glares. “Okay, let’s start this again. I like you both. Katya, you’re my best friend. Violet, you’re my friend and I like you a lot as a person. You’re funny and you’re weirdly kind and you make me think about stuff. You’re both like, super hot. Which is obviously subjective and looks aren’t everything but if I met you in a club I would totally hit on both of you. I mean, Violet, I topped for you.”

“Technically I did all the work,” Violet drawls.

Trixie’s rambling, which means he’s nervous. Katya is well educated in the Trixie Mattel school of body language, is familiar with the way his tongue skims over his bottom lip (can’t count the number of times she’s wanted to kiss him like that, kiss away the anxiety and the stress), the way he clasps and unclasps his hands (Katya loves Trixie’s hands, they’re so soft and pretty and not like him, his strong, gold, tough body that Katya wants to trail kisses up and down). And she’s familiar with his rambling because she does it too.

He scrubs a frustrated hand over his face. “What I’m trying to say is that I like you both and I want to sleep with you again but also not sleep with you. Like, I want us to hang out without sex. And do other stuff. But you both scare me. A lot.”

Silence descends over the room. If Katya didn’t know better, she’d say it was like Trixie wanted them to be a couple. A trouple? Katya’s pretty sure polyamory isn’t really a thing in West Hollywood. She imagines living her life every day like she’s lived them the past few days. Imagines waking up to Trixie’s face, to Violet’s arms, to cooking them breakfast, and her heart burns and beats so fast she can’t breathe. 

Because, at risk of sounding like Laganja, this is all too fucking much. The thought of one of them alone is overwhelming. The thought of fucking it up with Trixie, who’s kind of her soul mate, with Violet, who makes her think and fight and laugh, both of them, who she loves, actually, is acknowledging it now, is awful. It’s so awful that Katya sits up and leaves the room, ignoring Trixie and Violet’s questions. She can’t breathe in that room, that room full of expectation and inevitable disappointment. She stands on Trixie’s balcony, next to the red plastic boxes. Violet’s is shiny and new, hers is covered in cigarette burns and has a chip in one corner where she dropped it once. How prophetic, she thinks. It’s afternoon, which is an odd time to be having this conversation. This feels like the sort of conversation to be had late at night, or in an expensive restaurant, or drunk in a dive bar. Because it feels like a confession, a series of them, in fact, and Katya usually only confesses to things in the dark of the night, when things feel hopeless.

She’s no stranger to confessing, had been to countless priests and churches in her twenties, confessing her old sins to excuse her new ones, looking for an answer for why she’s like this. Why she ruins things, why she ruins herself. She used to sit in the back pews of churches (any denomination, she’s never been fussy about salvation) and listen to people talk about sin, about power, about love, until she felt calm enough to sleep or stressed enough to run. She’s spent long nights in churches, in tacky ones with glowing neon figures of the Virgin Mary, in dark ones full of stone and damnation (she liked those ones the most, because they made her feel both awful and untouchable), in friendly ones with kind eyes and people looking at her hollow cheekbones. She hates those ones. Sometimes she looks at Trixie and Violet and sees the same kindness, and it makes her wants to rip off her skin and dissolve.

And then she’d replaced churches with people, for a while, and after that she’d got her shit together. This is a new church, the church of Trixie and Violet, or actually Trixie-and-Violet, one word, thanks. What a fucking unholy trio they make. Violet’s an angel and a demon and Trixie’s an old world god and Katya’s Katya. She stands on Trixie’s balcony and it’s warm and she listens to the cars beep and wonders what the people next door are thinking about, if the homeless man down the street has ever been propositioned by his best friend and realised he’s slightly in love with his friends with benefits.

“You know, running away from this won’t make it easier,” Violet’s voice comes from behind her. And here’s the thing.

If Trixie knows her (which he does), Violet’s the only one who knows her just as well. Violet knows her differently, knows her body and soul. For all that Katya’s been wilfully ignoring Violet’s softness, she’s painfully aware of Violet’s brightness. Violet’s been a star since day one and it makes Katya insecure because there’s no way she can ever be good enough, ever hold a candle to that flame. Because Violet’s beautiful, and then they had to go and ruin Katya by being smart and witty and secretly kind as well. It seems odd that Violet’s the slow burn, not Trixie. Katya’s been in love with Trixie since day one, and there’s a reason she’s never acted on it. It’s because of Violet. 

This is the thing.

She can never be with one, because she loves the other.

Choices, she thinks, and laughs defeatedly.

“Please don’t throw yourself off my balcony,” Trixie says quietly behind her. “If you don’t want me, you can just tell me.”

And there’s Trixie with a joke that’s actually not a joke, shattering Katya.

“You said you were scared,” she says, instead of I’m sorry I love you you’re my heart.

She feels Trixie move next to her, and Violet slowly joins her at her other side, like a pair of parentheses with a question mark in the middle. Which isn’t particularly grammatically correct, but Katya doesn’t care about that right now.

“I’m scared that you’re going to run,” he says, and Katya knows that it’s directed at her. “And I’m scared that you’re,” and this is directed at Violet, Katya figures, “going to get bored. And I don’t, I’m not good at not getting invested. I’m invested. In this. And that’s scary.”

“I’m scared too,” Violet adds quietly.

“Well, I’m glad we’ve established that we’re all fucking terrified,” Katya groans and Violet hits her.

“Stop ruining my moment of vulnerability.”

“Showing the judges vulnerability. Michelle would be so proud,” Trixie adds, and Katya laughs at the absurdity of this all, at how much she fucking likes them.

“I’m scared because you’re both fucking idiots,” Violet continues, ignoring Trixie. “You’re both fucking idiots but I like you both. And I’m not saying this is something we should, like, label, at least yet, and labels are fucking dumb. But I want to…” they soften at that. “I want to get to know you. Properly.”

Katya rests her head on her arms where they’re draped across the railing.

“I think I know what I want, but I don’t know how to articulate it.”

“Tell us what you want,” Violet says bluntly.

And that’s the question, isn’t it? Deep down, Katya knows that there’s no coming back from this, not really. There’s no more casual fucking of Violet, no slipping back into being best friends and nothing else with Trixie. There’s one path, really, glowing and golden ahead of her.

“The last few days…I mean, it’s weird. I can’t be the only one who thinks it’s weird, right? Because it is.” She takes a deep breath, a shaky one. Trixie and Violet bracket her in, two pillars of strength and loveliness. 

“I don’t know if I can…if I can give, fully. I don’t know if I’m there right away because I love you both, and not necessarily in the I’m in love with you way, I don’t think, not right now, but in the ‘I like you both a lot’, way, but I don’t know if that’s good enough. Is that good enough? Because I can’t, I can’t, like, promise I won’t freak out about this. This is a lot. You’re both a lot.”

The LA air is heavy and oppressive. Katya hates confessions. They leave her throat dry and raw, and her eyes burning.

When Violet speaks, their voice is low and heavy.

“You told me once that you don’t like happy endings and I never got it till just now. You don’t like happy endings because you don’t believe in them. You can’t ever see yourself having one.”

Katya remembers that night. Violet had been drunk and hanging off her. “Let’s watch a movie,” they said in her ear. “Like, porn?” She’d asked, grinning. Violet rolled their eyes. “No, loser, like a movie movie.”

Katya shrugged. “Fine. But no cheesy shit. No, like, kisses in the rain and dramatic confessions of love.”

Violet pouted. “Why not?”

“Because they’re fake. They’re not real. Like, all that bullshit about changing for someone. About doing better. It’s not real. You can’t just say, ooh I’m going to be a better person for you. Ooh, I’m going to make us work, despite my glaring personality flaws. There’s nothing joyful about that, it’s just…depressing. I like my endings hopefully ambiguous.”

“I’ll give you a hopefully ambiguous ending,” Violet had whispered in her ear. They didn’t end up watching a movie.

And isn’t this funny, how she knows Violet’s body and Trixie’s mind and not the other way around. Because the thing is, Katya’s always found Violet enthralling and intriguing. Violet’s always felt inevitable in a different way to Trixie. She’s always felt destructive. But Katya was wrong, is wrong. It’s self-destruction, her old friend, and she chuckles darkly.

“You’re right,” she sighs, defeated, because she is. And maybe that’s not a bad thing. “You’re right and I’ve been wrong and I’m…I’m not sorry because sorry is the wrong word but, I guess, the thing is -” She pauses.

Trixie’s eyes are hard and curious, Violet’s soft and probing. Katya swallows.

“I want to know you both,” she whispers. “And I want you to know me.”

This isn’t going to be easy, she thinks. But just maybe, it’ll be worth it.

“I think we should make a pact,” Trixie suggests, voice thick. “No running away. Literally, or metaphorically.”

“Okay. But sometimes running away is necessary. I think, maybe, the pact should be that running away is only allowed on the condition of return.” Katya replies gently. She can’t promise everything right now, she has limits. But then she grins, big and bright and real. “But on one condition. I think the binding element of this pact should be sex.” 

“How on brand,” Violet mutters, but Katya feels the smile in it. She realises she hasn’t looked at either of them properly the whole time except for fleeting glances, and walks away from the balcony to stare at them. Trixie’s golden, but so’s Violet. Trixie’s all hard lines and soft face, gentle hands and strong arms that Katya wants to feel around her. He’s heartburn in the light, he’s the perfect man and he’s hers. He’s smiling at her, a soft thank you. Katya loves him. 

Violet is languid and easy, slouched and precious. They’re biting and funny and soft. Their face is twisted gently into the shadow of a smile that Katya recognises as being for her, a smile that Katya has seen in the dark of the night. In the afternoon sun, it’s almost blinding. Katya loves them.

“I like you both a lot,” she says, still grinning. It’s stupid, but it’s true. They want her, and she wants to cry with the knowledge. They want her and they know her, they know her fucked up bits, and she knows theirs. She’s going to learn theirs.

“Is this going to be real feelings sex?” Trixie asks, smiling at her lopsidedly.

“Oh, honey. This is going to be the most feelingsy feelings sex you’ve ever experienced. This is going to be like, Mills and Boon. Straight women cum thinking about the sort of sex we’re going to have.”

“You know, Kat,” Violet says, still smiling, but stalking towards her with Intensity and Purpose, so much so that Katya’s internal monologue feels the need to capitalise them. “Those are fighting words. D’you really think you’re going to be able to match them?”

Instead of answering, Katya kisses them. Softly, once, an apology and a promise. Violet breaks away, and their gaze is soft like freshly mown grass, like sitting under a sprinkler on a hot day and watching rainbows appear from water, like sinking into a pillow when you’re tired and it’s light. Violet’s a fucking moon and Trixie’s a sun and Katya’s the whole sky, swallowing them both whole and preserving them.

Trixie’s moved up behind them, and Katya strokes his cheek. Katya’s heart is so fucking full, and she looks at him and tries to tell him that. His eyes are crinkly, and Katya wants to kiss his crows feet. She does.

And then she leads them, a third time, and they kiss in Trixie’s kitchen. The geometry of fitting three mouths together at once is complex and ridiculous and Katya laughs. She laughs, and then she drags them both to the bedroom.

“Trixie, I wanna fuck you. And I want you to suck Violet off,” Katya instructs. Violet’s hard, stroking themself slowly, and Katya’s suddenly grateful for the state of semi-nakedness they seem to keep finding themselves in.

“I feel like Willam,” Trixie grins, but he tugs his boxers off and crawls onto the bed. Violet’s produced lube from somewhere (ever practical, Katya thinks), and tosses it to him. There’s something so upsettingly hot about watching Trixie finger himself slowly, and knowing that she’s going to be in him. It’s even hotter to watch Violet crawl up behind him, kiss his shoulder, and finger him instead. 

“Kat, I’m ready.” His voice is breathy and needy, head tipped back onto Violet’s shoulder.

“Still so needy,” Violet mutters, smirking.

“You love it,” Trixie gasps as Violet adds a third finger.

“I do,” Violet says, simply, withdrawing their fingers and wiping them on their thigh as Trixie groans.

This is it, really, the pure joy and fear of seeing the two people she loves most in the world being like this together. You’re part of this too, Katya reminds herself. Trixie and Violet are so fucking similar. It’s a nightmare, logistically. Katya grins, shucks her boxers and makes her way onto the bed.

“Hands and knees,” she instructs, and Trixie obliges. She slips on a condom, kissing Violet as she does so.

Actually fucking Trixie seems monumental. Feels it too as she slides into him, presses her hands against his sweaty back and looks at Violet, who’s stroking themself faster now.

She pushes fully in Trixie, slightly overwhelmed by both the physical feeling and the sheer fact. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t imagined this before, late at night, or during filming. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t scared of this, of the fact that everything will be different after this. There’s a difference, she thinks, between friendly handjobs and this, this intimacy.

“Katya, move,” Trixie whines.

“Bossy,” she tuts, and Violet laughs silently. She obliges, however, and Trixie feels fucking good, and she can’t help but speed up. Trixie makes sounds that Katya wants as her text tone, little moans and whimpers and pleases and broken “Katya’s” that Katya thinks might be the official prayer of the church-of-Trixie-and-Violet. She thrusts forward and catches Violets lips in her own. 

“Touch me,” Trixie pleads, and she reaches down to jerk him off, Violet’s lips still on her own, tongue probing and curious.

When Trixie comes, it’s with a strangled cry that goes right to her dick. She finishes a few thrusts later, and pulls out of him gently. Violet raises an eyebrow at her, and gestures to their own still hard dick. 

Jesus, these two are going to be the death of her.

Before she can do anything, Trixie takes Violet into his mouth. Katya commits herself to memorising the physical expression of Violet’s pleasure. She’s seen it before, recognises the bitten lip and the way their hands go straight to Trixie’s short hair, nails unable to find purchase. She recognises the moment before Violet comes, and Trixie swallows.

Trixie pulls back, wiping a hand across his face and smiling softly.

“That was fun. I’d like to do it again sometime.”

Violet elbows him, and collapses onto their back, beckoning for Trixie and Katya to join them. Trixie lies down next to them, pressing his head into their neck. Katya wants to know what that feels like, the soft brush of Trixie’s shorn hair. She has time, she realises. They want this too, she reminds herself. Violet notices her hesitation, and pulls her down on top of the two of them.

“For the record, in any future mornings slash afternoons after, I like being in the middle,” they inform the room at large. “I’m willing to make an exception this time.” 

Katya burrows down into the gap between them. Violet presses a kiss to her forehead, while Trixie presses one to her neck.

“Thank you,” she whispers quietly.

Even in the bask of the afterglow, she knows this isn’t going to be easy, no matter what this is. There’re schedules and touring and fans and filming and also the fact that they’re real human people with flaws and lives and unlovable bits. But when Katya closes her eyes and thinks about love, she thinks about kind eyes and gentle hands, long limbs and golden torsos, about loud laughs and bitchy asides. She thinks about two faces, and the lines on them that she wants to befriend.

It’s not a happy ending, but, maybe, it’s a hopeful beginning.

And as the golden light from the window casts shadows over their bodies, Katya feels Trixie and Violet glow.

She glows, too.