#yeah um. im Kinda holding on by a thread here

[fanficfanatic000]

(A date?) E.M one

Nerd loser eddie x nerd loser fem reader

Trigger warning 18 + content no minors

Summary ( the fem reader works at a craft shop .seems and patches. Reader has more alt style. Reader is 21 and Eddie's 22. Eddie dropped out of high-school after almost dieing. The reader has zero friendsUntil a certain boy came into your work.)

A usual day usually consists of older women asking for floral pattern fabric And the white thread until today It was afternoon when you heard the bell on the door ring as someone with clanking chains walked in "welcome to seems and patches anything ya looking looking for?"You had to greet every customer because The job made you. He walked up to the counter. His figure was tall and leaned back Slightly his ripped dark blue jeans slightly baggy and hanging over his dirty white sneakers. His black Metallica t shirt was slighty tight clinging to his chest under a Jean jacket and a Jean vest. His doe brown eyes looking at you with his small stubble on his chin and a grin. "Uh do you guys have any sew on patches?" He raised an eyebrow"Yep our patches would be in isle 8" you smile "yeah thank you..." his hand on the back of his neck and he gulped "um can you come with me... i kinda wanted a second opinion and...." he gets flustered from your stare "n-nevermind" you smile "no problem its a pretty slow day anyways" his face immediately brightened and the red from his face drained "thanks p-pretty girl" and that caught you of guard cause no one has said that. Your face turned pink "you okay?"He looked down at your name tag "y/n?"You awkwardly nodded yes "um yeah its just no one has ever said that..."He tilted his head "?thank you?" His nose slightly scrunched "no ive never r-really been called pretty" you look down and you walk towards the isle slowly "seriously?""Yep" you say popping the p "Well i think thats probably because you make them nervous so they could never get it out.." his words have you all red and filled with butterflies he runs infront of you and held his hand out "im eddie."You put your hand in his ringed hand "hi eddie" he smiles wide and his beautiful eyes sparkle then you made it to the patches. He grabs a Metallica patch and holds it to the Jean vest. "Where would this look good?" You grabbed the patch from him and put it on the left of his chest. The air heated from noticing how close he really was. "Here would look pretty good"You hear a shaky breath exhale from eddie "Yeah" his face a pink tint as he grabbed a patch with a little coffen on it "how about this one?" You put it under the spot of the other one. The sunsetting out side "um i gotta check out now my uncle wanted me to get pizza and he's probably so Starved" he laughs slightly. As he just gave you an explanation to leave a store. "Well eddie i hope you enjoy your new patches." You say scanning them he smiles "ya know im thinking ill need more tomorrow if a certain pretty girl will be here." He leaned foreword and winked playfully. And you handed him the patches and he stepped out the clear glass door and you watch as he fist pumped in the air then basically skipped away.

look for part two with hash tag

A date em

#fandom #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson lives #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie #stranger things 4 #fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #corroded coffin #stranger things s4 #stranger things au #A date #A date em

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

anyone who told you about any “grieving process” and gave any descriptors or explanation of how it goes was lying to you. what the fuck is this

#the later it gets the more im reminded and it’s horrible #people please stop asking me how im doing asmr #currently it’s that this feels real at night only #and that when im talking to most people i hate when it’s acknowledged but also it’s worse when it’s not #and jokes are easiest for me and don’t freak me out most of the time #but they also make people concerned and i don’t want them to be worried about me #is it denial or bargaining when you’re crying that maybe if you just keep your dad’s clothes in his closet and dont open the closet doors #and dont take the clothes out or wash them then they’ll still smell like him #everyone smells different and my dad’s was different than mine or my sibling or my mums #yeah um. im Kinda holding on by a thread here #i just want a hug i think #i want to cuddle with my mum but she’s always doing stuff and now it’s paperwork and legal things #i also want people to just stop coming over. my friends are doing this better than grown fucking adults #my teachers are being great but also fuck there’s so much work and im behind enough but i haven’t even gotten enough time to process this #other than quick bursts. half the time i’m trying to take stress off of my mum as well #i keep stopping myself from crying too because i hate crying but i know that’s just gonna make things worse #usually when i feel like this I’d go to my dad but I can’t really do that now can i #my sibling also gets to have a special schedule and gets to go into school an hour later and im just doing everything as i was before which #im a little frustrated about. people keep telling me i can do certain things and then don’t let me and make me do the normal thing #thank goodness im a good actor /j #i just hate this #vent tw #rant tw #death tw #grieving tw #mourning tw #cursing tw

[descendantofthesparrow]

Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 14 - Discoveries

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Evie hung one of the last dresses on the transportation rack, when a knock sounded on her door. She pushed the dresses apart for her to step on the other side and called out; “come in!” Doug entered moments later, a smile on his face.

“Hey! How was the camping trip?” Evie turned to him with furrowed brows.

“C-Camping?” Doug's smile diminished and he looked at her slightly confused.

“yeah?” He tilted his head at Evie “Carlos and Jay said you and the others went on a last-minute camping trip to relax?...is-is that not what you did?” Evie sighed, the questions running through her mind stopping as she realized what had happened.

“oh, um, yeah they lied to you” Doug looked a bit offended “you see, Ben was kidnapped on the isle” now he looked alarmed “let me finish, we saved him and saved Auradon” Doug let out a small sigh of relief and took Evie's hands.

“is everyone okay?” Evie looked off to the side for a moment “you hesitated what happened” She grimaced and shook her head a bit.

“um, well…you know how our parents are kinda pieces of shit?” Doug looked surprised at the swear but nodded “well… Harry's dad is…kinda really bad and…that didn’t turn out well on Harry's side…that’s all I’m saying” she gave a small smile and turned, grabbing some of Dizzy’s accessories that she had brought back with her and sliding some on her arm to carry easier.

“Is he okay now?” Doug asked quietly, stepping to her side and leaning into her field of vision.

“yes” Evie assured him “Mal healed him when we left the isle and he’s with (y/n) now, he should be just fine for cotillion tomorrow~” Doug nodded and gave Evie a small smile.

“that’s good, you had me really worried for a moment there, was anyone else hurt?” Evie thought for a moment then shook her head.

“Mal has a cut on her cheek but that was the worst of our end thankfully.” She gave another smile and looked back down at the accessories “you know…while I was there…I realized something” Doug put his hand on her shoulder “I was lucky enough to be given a chance, and now I need to give someone else a chance too” her mind flashed back to five months ago when Harry had asked Ben to bring Uma over, and maybe after cotillion she could ask about Dizzy?

“My uncle bashful used the say that” Doug switched the topic, sensing Evie was not in the mood to talk about what had happened on the isle with him. Evie smiled, happy with the sudden change and turned to him, her brow raised a bit.

“did he?” Doug nodded, then pursed his lips a bit.

“but, really-really quietly” Evie laughed, spinning around to face the transportation rack and gesturing to it.

“come on, we have dresses to deliver~!” Doug happily obliged to her non-verbal request and moved to the rack, pushing it as Evie pulled it out of the room.

-

Two hours later, after every dress had been delivered, Evie returned to her room and grabbed her last two outfits she had to deliver.

A red rose gown and a red and black suit.

She handed the outfits to Doug and dug into her bag again, finding the red ruby earrings with small crossbones skulls hanging from the top. “perfect” she muttered, carefully holding them in her hand and leading Doug to (y/n)s room.

She knocked on the door, humming as a couple of moments passed by and no response came. She knocked again and sighed when again no response came, she gently opened the door and cooed as she looked inside the room.

On (y/n)s bed was her and Harry, curled up together under her many blankets as soft yellow fairy lights hung above them, the title screen of a movie playing on her tv.

Evie snuck into the room, gesturing Doug to be quiet as she set (y/n)s new earrings on her desk and motioned for Doug to hang hers and Harry's outfits on her closet door.

Evie spotted (y/n)s notepad on her desk and wrote out a small thank you note, pinning it to her corkboard that hung just next to her desk.

She ushered Doug out and turned, smiling at the sleeping couple, and slowly closed the door behind her, shushing it as it shut with a loud click.

“There we go” Evie sighed, turning to Doug and wrapping her arm around his “I’m starving, how about you?”

“Food sounds good” he chuckled, guiding Evie to the cafeteria.

-

Carlos watched from afar as Mal swung her feet just of the gazebo floor, her toes just grazing the cool lake water. He froze as she turned to look at him, her emerald green eyes softening and she invited him closer, turning back to the water as he did so and sat down beside her.

Mal laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, while she and Carlos hadn’t been friends before Auradon, she was glad that she had him by her side now.

“so…you broke up with Ben?” Carlos started, giving Mal a soft smile as she looked up at him. She slowly looked back down at the water as she thought of what to say.

“I…yeah” she sighed, letting her weight fully lean onto Carlos, who lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder. “I’m just…not ready for the relationship he wants…I know I hide my feelings and shit but…I really don’t know how he expected me to just, be good with all of this Auradon lady stuff within six months…I feel like a failure” Carlos let out a low hum, squeezing Mal's shoulder.

“well, you aren’t, you did your best, and your best was good enough, you just found out that that life…isn’t going to work out for you, it goes against your mental wiring, yes maybe you could adjust to it but would you be happy with it?” Mal pursed her lips, Carlos shook her a bit “well?”

“no” Mal muttered, picking at the loose thread on her pants “no I wouldn’t be happy like that…Ben…he said he wanted me…the real me, the isle me-wait…no he wouldn’t want her, she's rude as fuck” Mal smiled at the snort that erupted from Carlos, before it slipped off as she remembered something. Mal stopped Carlos as he was about to speak again “Hey…I did this for Evie but…I wanted to do the same for you” He looked at her confused “I’m sorry for the way I treated you when we were on the isle” he looked off to the side for a moment before he realized what she meant.

“oh! Yeah, it's no biggie” he attempted to brush it off but Mal adamantly shook her head.

“No! it's not “no biggie!” I treated you, Evie, and sometimes Jay, horribly! Even after we became friends! You were and are deserving of kindness, and I’m sorry that I was so fucked up that I was the rottenest little brat to you” Carlos stared at her with wide eyes. “what?”

His shocked look melted into a comforting grin “Thank you Mal” he wrapped his arms around her, pulling into a tight hug that only lasted a moment “sorry, just remembered; you’re not really affectionate” he laughed, grinning wider as Mal giggled along.

“it’s-its fine when it comes from you three” Mal hummed, turning to look back at the lake.

“sooo back to the Ben break up talk?” Carlos tried, smirking as Mal blew a raspberry “come on, you need to talk it out with someone, or else you’re gonna explode keeping it all bottled up.”

“…I’m happy I broke up with him” Mal spilled, not looking at Carlos as his brows shot up “I thought about our future and I realized if I kept doing what I was doing, and we kept going with how we were…neither of us would have been happy…I need to learn to love myself before I can love him properly, because…if (y/n)s forced quote an’ unquote therapy sessions” Carlos laughed at that “taught me anything. It’s that…I rely on someone else's love to measure my self-worth”

Carlos hummed, squeezing Mal's shoulder again “that’s not a good thing”

“no!” Mal huffed, running her hands through her hair and pulling at the roots “it isn’t! I've been trying to earn my mother's love for 16 years, then I just hop to doing so much bullshit to make sure Ben will love me! I dyed my hair blonde, I dressed in those itchy dresses, I dropped my entire personality for all that! And-and it wasn’t good, I felt like I was slipping away Carlos” Mal sobbed, tears trailing down her cheeks as she finally broke “I don’t even remember what I’m supposed to act like without all that because I spent so long doing it I just-I forgot what being ME felt like” Carlos fully wrapped his arms around Mal and pulled her tight to his side.  “I-I know it sounds like I’m being pathetic and having a fucking pity party but I’m just so fucking scared Carlos” Mal whimpered, throwing her arms around Carlos’ torso and pushing her cheek against his shoulder “on the isle my life was commanded by my mother and my identity was pleasing her, and here my life has been being Ben’s girlfriend and pleasing the people of Auradon so they think I’m not some villain whose just after Ben because he’s king…I-I do really like Ben Carlos”

Mal sniffed, pulling back one of her arms and wipe her nose “I do, it's just that…being with him hasn’t helped me move on from my mother bullshit and im-gah!” Mal let out a yell, pulling back from Carlos and burying her face in her hands “I’m having a fucking identity crisis because of my fucking mother! Why can’t she just leave me alone! Why can't all this dumb shit be left behind five months ago! Why do I still have to deal with it?!” Carlos let Mal rant, rubbing her back as she broke down.

“because life is unfair that way” Carlos sighed “Mal I know exactly what you're dealing with right now” Mal peeked out from her fingers, her eyes shining “I still have nightmares from living in my mother’s closet, getting trapped in the bear traps on the ground, or when she would burn me with her cigarette…even ones were she sends dogs at me to kill me…I still hear her voice in my head, telling me I’m worthless, that I’ll never be better than dog chow, my only use was being her servant” Carlos swallowed down the lump in his throat “but I know she's wrong, I’m not anything she says. I’m a tech genius, I've made several computers on the isle just from scraps, I've enhanced my 3D printer to be the best in Auradon, faster than any other and the quality is still top-notch, I've made a tiny little device that was able to make a hole in the barrier, I've gotten offers to work for Tony fucking Stark!” Mal gasped, reaching forward to grab Carlos' shoulders in excitement.

“holy shit what!? When? How? Why?!” Carlos smiled, prying off her grip.

“I knew you all were distracted by something else, especially you, so I didn’t want to make you stressed by my stuff either, it was two months ago. I didn’t take the offer because I want to finish school, but the offer still stands when I graduate in two years” Mal grinned, but it turned to a pout as Carlos gave her a look “Now back to the original topic, I’m not letting you deviate from it, you need to let it all out”

Mal stared at him for a moment before shrugging “I…feel like I already did…Auradon is stressful, my mother is the base of all my mental shit, and I’m not ready to be in a relationship with the dude I love because until I can love myself and learn not to rely on others value of me as my own value I can't be with him in a way that won't hurt him” Carlos slowly grinned “what?” “you said you love Ben~” he teased, laughing as Mal turned red and smacked him.

“I did not!!” she screeched, yelping as Carlos half tackled her and pulled her into an arm lock “Let me go you heathen!”

“you love Ben~ you love Ben~” Carlos sang, laughing as she tried to smack at his face “Come on, pixie! Let's get you back to the dorms, I think you need a nap”

“Don’t call me pixie!”

“How bout gremlin?”

“Carlos!!”

-

Chad carefully pulled the 3D printed copy of the king's crown from the printer and pressed a kiss to the emblem on the front. “Finally,~” He walked over to the mirror that was installed in Jay's standing dresser and carefully perched the crown on his head, smiling as his full cotillion outfit came to light.

He looked like a king~

He tilted the crown down a bit and laughed, posing in the mirror “oh what's that? Why no Audrey, I haven’t chosen my queen yet~” He purred to the fake Audrey in his mind. He turned and started to walk away before spinning back around to pose again “why no Audrey-”

Suddenly his phone rang, and he turned, raising his brow as he walked over to his phone “who could be calling me?”

Caller ID - Audrey <3

Chad let out a high-pitched scream of excitement, dropping his phone to the floor as he gripped his head “ahhAH! Audrey!!!”

“chad!” Carlos groaned, glaring as the other dived to the floor for his phone, and shushed him “Chad! This is my room chad!”

Chad shushed him again, making Carlos roll his eyes. Chad hit the answer button on his phone “Audrey?”

“Hey Chad um, I’m kind of stuck in Sherwood forest, my tire went flat. Could, could you come help me?”

“yeah of course!” Chad covered the mic and turned back to Carlos “she got a flat tire in Sherwood forest and she wants me to come fix it~” Carlos squinted a bit and looked at Chad with an odd look.

“that’s six hours away”

Chad looked at him as if what he said wasn’t a long road trip. “Really? Only six?” he turned back to his phone and put it back to his ear “I’m gonna be there faster than I thought”

“Thanks Chad, I was going to come to cotilli-“ he pulled the phone away and pressed a kiss to the screen, hanging up on Audrey and starting to walk out the door when Carlos stopped him.

“Ah-My printer my crown” Carlos took the crown off Chad's head, who chuckled and gestured back from the printer to the crown before shrugging it off.

“I’m coming Audrey!” he ran down the halls towards his car, leaving a bewildered Carlos in his dorm.

“wow,” Carlos snorted, shaking his head and walking into the room, tossing the crown on Jay's bed. Carlos flopped down on his bed, Dude hopping up next to him moments later “these last two days have been crazy huh?”

“You can say that again” Dude snorted, halfway crawling on Carlos' chest and laying his head down “Nap time?”

“Nap time” Carlos chuckled, pulling his pillow over his face to block out the afternoon sun and sighed.

-end of part 14-

yep, part 14, we’re almost to Cotillion guys! also yep, Doug does not accuse Evie of cheating on him even though he had no reason to do so in the movie and he shows concern over Evie and her friends safety when she tells him about the isle~ what?? no~ this isn't a dig at Doug's awful D2 writing!! how could you accuse me of such a thing~! (Doug had alot of potential but like Mal it got ruined in the second movie and he was pushed as a full on background character in the third) also MORE CARLOS CONTENT~ yes he is smart boi and deserves that recognition and yes, the avengers exist in this universe. hopefully that Mal talk didnt sound like a pity party. 

anyway PERMTAGLLIST

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#disney descendants #harry hook #harry hook x reader #Descendents #descendants #harry hook descendants #harry hook imagine #anti mal #just in case #anti doug #just in case 2 #rewrite #part of your world #shuffle playlist

[fanonskeletonstuff]

CPAU: DisCo

pls kno im not a serious writer thank;; also it’s my replies only, i didnt share anyone elses (unless they want to share killer and his s/o’s whole thread along with the sideplots, i dont wanna paste their replies without permission tho i plan not to)

this may include othertale spoilers and rahafwabas’ killer!sans comic references

gonna put this on wattpad too

—

Dust explores the CP. he sees Color and his rainbow cracked skull is the first thing he catches. Color sees him back and walks to him first. “heya. i see you’re about to cause trouble.”

“wh... what? pfff...” Dust is surprised Color already knows who he is. “i can’t if this is some large christmas gathering. isnt it on christmas, you have to be well... GOOD???”

Color jumps back from the yell. “of course you have to. but, you’re one of those sanses, so i can’t stop ya.” Then, he realizes something. “say, aren’t you killer’s friend? have you two met before?”

Dust remembers who Killer is. “ohhh, that man?? yeah, we had to date once during our bad sanses sleepover. horror held the event cause it was halloween at the time.”

“huh... well, this is dangerous of me, i’m talkin’ to ya and anytime you might just kill me.” Color chuckles. “however, I know sanses can control themselves. I know killer can. he thinks i have to kill him, but it’s just wrong. i think he can change. he doesnt have to fuel himself with thoughts of murdery.”

Dust feels roasted. “WOW?? heheheh!! you’re so smart those colors must be how high your IQ is!”

“heheh, oh, that. so, here’s my story. i absorbed souls in a genocide timeline. i was about to die, so it’s the only thing i had to do. that’s why i look like that... that...”

Color gets interrupted by Dance, who teleported next to him. “uhhh...”

//OH NO COLOR X DANCE CRACK SHIP ALERT CAUSE COLOR!SANS LOOKS LIKE THOSE LED LIGHTS THAT SWITCH COLOR TO COLOR AHSJSJSK

— — —

“heya. you’re quite the party lights in here.” Dance is getting the gay feeling.

“oh, heheh, wow, huh?” Color feels awkward. “heyy, i know you! you’re that shy dancer who doesn’t get much stage fright the more he gets used to dancing. hip hop, right?”

“yep. yeah, that’s my genre.” Dance blushes. “what AU are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“i’m from othertale. fun fact, the AU’s not about me! i’m pretty much undyne’s supporting character.” Color laughs.

“cool...” Dance likes him- “i like your colors. where’d you get your lights?”

“oh, i was just explaining to dust pal here I got it from human souls. i, um, absorbed ‘em. needed it cause i was aboutta die.”

“that must be risktaking of you for your own life, c...” Dance winks, his left eye open. “hey, maybe we should... dance, sometime...”

Dust laughs at Color and Dance, gives a hard pat on Color’s shoulder. “uh oh, GAY alert!!!” Phantom!Papyrus is probably shook at this point.

— — —

“heh... sorry to say, but you’re too nice and popular to be with me.” Color answers. “I, um... already had letters with someone. kinda like dust, but...”

“it’s ok. if i dance too much, that’s when the beats go off.” Dance understands.

“yeah... honestly, he’d kill you if he sees you. If he were in this party and you say that to me... he’ll overthink his actions and end up on a killing spree.”

Dance knows who he’s talking about. “wait. you don’t mean... how...???”

“how?”

“how... how is he with you? wait, i must be assuming. who are you with, but not really?”

— — —

“u-uh... he likes... someone else, n-n-now...” Dance being the shy sweatpants boi he is puts on his hood blushing. “sorry, i said too much...”

“o-oh, no problem! killer chose me anyway, but i only chose him back cause he wants me to be his guy...de.” Color winks for the pun. guy-de for ‘guide’ lol.

— — —

Then, Color says his name.

“killer. he told me everything about himself. personally. there was no one else but me and him. like an error in his anti-void.”

“oh, uh... he’s h-here, actually...” Dance hesitates. “wait... i still have more to say...”

“ok.”

Dust walks out of the conversation, continuing to follow Red.

Red sees Killer being cute. “ah *shoes*-//“

he notices himself getting his words censored and thats embarrassing. “WHAT THE-////“

— — —

Color and Dance walks in.

“hey, what’s happening here?” Color asks.

“hi red...” Dance waves. “i hope your anger management’s doing well.”

Red’s starting to think he’s gonna have a BIG WHOOP. “OK, what’s goin’ on here?! who set this?! cigar’rus?!” he mentions US!Pap, the host of the therapy closet session.

— — —

Killer sees Dust and feels a bit scarEd. “hiya.”

“welcome to the party, that goes to the three of you....” Dance still shying out tho.

“hey buddy red. tough day? i heard you yelling back there.” Color helps Red.

“ya heard nothin, newbie!” Red nervously laughs. “feel like imma get stabbed by that dust guy there! or any of those funkers!”

Killer breaks up with Color 3 2 1-

“sir’s probably lookin’ for us, we should find a way out.” Dust puts a hand around Killer.

Killer blushes. “wait...// im still wearing this.”

Dust lets go. “ohhh’kayyy, take your time...”

Killer rubs both of his sleeves until he sees Color. “color....?”

“uh...” Color stops hiding behind Dance, holds Dance’s hand, and blushes. “yeah, it’s me.”

Dance blushes back, HE A HERMIT CRAB//) “(c-color, whuh)”

“long time no see.”

“heheh... i heard you found someone else, so... hey, it’s okay! if he can help you, honestly, i just said yes so i could control you. and, uh, manipulation is one of the bad things in relationships, right? so...”

Killer listens to Color. “don’t feel bad.”

“i’m gonna walk off cause i don’t wanna get caught. oh, and one more thing.” Color shows Killer he’s holding Dance’s hand. “once you see it, you can ditch me.”

“s-s-sorry/////“ Dance mutters while hiding in his hood hiding away his blue blushy flustering face.

last one: shoutout to outer sans being a fluffy pillow to the bad sanses out there uwu

Outer, still next to RainbowKill, looks at Dust while Color and Dance walk away together. Not only he should help Killer calm down, but maybe him too. He probably has a certain goal to calm down most Sanses that used to be good. Yep, still the most relaxed Sans AU.

#crack ship #sans au crack ship #sans au #sans aus #sanscest #sanscest crack ship #sanscest crack ships #dance x color #color x dance #disco sans ship #killer x color #color x killer #red x killer #killer x red #fell x killer #killer x fell #dust x killer #killer x dust #blame the rahafwabas ask post i saw :’V #superyounma #rahafwabas #teaandstars #ask-dusttale #underfella #outer!sans #2mi127 #hashtag owners cuz wHYNOT- #sanscest rarepair

[notalwaysthevillian]

Shattering Stereotypes

Warnings: Friendly/parental teasing

Pairings: Romantic Mox and Remile established, Romantic Logince to come

Word Count: ~1.7k

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Chapter 10

Logan’s phone was blown up with texts the next morning from his friends. He was surprised at the volume of messages, though not at who had sent the most.

Patton: Hey Lo! We went to the game, I thought I’d give you updates!

Patton: Roman’s here :D

Remy: Ur boi asked if u were coming ;)

Patton: Roman asked about you!

V: Roman asked Pat if you were going to show up.

Patton: The halftime show was so good! Em recorded it if you want to see it later!

Patton: We won!

Patton: Oh about tomorrow, you can come over for dinner if you want! I’m at 249 Lily Lane! We’re having pizza at 5!

Patton: If you don’t want dinner that’s fine too! We’re meeting here at 6:30 to head over to the school.

Patton: Unless you want to meet us there!

Logan lifted his phone off the wireless charger and typed a response back.

Logan: I wouldn’t mind having dinner. I’ll see you at 5.

While waiting for a response, Logan scrolled through the pictures on his phone, smiling when he realized Virgil must’ve snuck it out of his pocket when he headed down to do the Rubik’s Cube. There was a picture of the four of them, making various faces at the camera.

Scrolling back further, Logan nearly choked on air as the picture of Roman came up. His cheeks flushed as he quickly exited the app, leaning his head back.

“It had to be him.”

Re-entering the app, his finger hovered over the ‘make wallpaper’ button. He could just make it his home screen.

But if someone saw…

Before he could think about what he was doing, he deleted the picture. Out of sight, out of mind.

Ding!

Patton: Ok! Can’t wait!

After getting ready for the day, Logan slicked his wet hair back and got down to business. He’d put off his homework last night, opting to watch a movie with his dads instead.

Not that it helped take a certain someone off his mind.

For the better part of the morning, Logan attempted to get something, anything, done. But his thoughts continued to drift back to Roman over and over again.

Ding!

Seeing the sender, Logan groaned. “Speak of the devil.”

Prince Charming: Didnt see you at the game last night. I figured someone with a competitive streak like yours would want to see us win

Logan: There was no guarantee we would win

Prince Charming: Come on we have the best football team in the region. And the best baseball team too ;)

Prince Charming: You going to the dance tonight?

Logan: Yeah, I’m going with Virgil, Pat, Em, and Remy

Prince Charming: Damn, four dates?

Logan let out a laugh, feeling the heat in his cheeks. This time it felt pleasant.

Logan: No date, actually. Just friends

Prince Charming: Same here. Are you gonna wear your usual getup?

Logan: Something a bit more formal

The dots appeared and disappeared on Roman’s end. After nearly five minutes, a picture came through.

Prince Charming: Tfw you have a fashion sense

Roman was wearing a white button down, but it fit him extremely well. He’d hastily thrown on the vest, seeing that it wasn’t buttoned, but Logan wasn’t going to complain. His eyes raked over the photo, heart pounding in his chest.

Prince Charming: Havent done my hair yet, but Im getting there

Logan: You look nice. See you tonight.

Picking up a pillow, Logan screamed into it.

There was only one person who could help him right now. Well, a few, but only one he trusted enough.

Logan: Help me I’m having a gay meltdown

V: Be right over

While waiting for Virgil, Logan paced in his room. There was a knock on the door a minute later, and Thomas poked his head in.

“Logan? Everything alright?” He asked, a genuine look of worry on his face. “I can hear you walking a rut in the carpet.”

Plastering a fake smile on his face, Logan nodded. “I’m good! Um, Virgil is coming over, I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s fine. Let me or Preston know if you need anything.”

“Will do!”

Not more than ten minutes later, Virgil walked into Logan’s room to find him lying facedown on the bed.

“Jeez, I know gay panic, but this is a full blown meltdown.”

Logan barely lifted his head. “Roman sent me a picture.”

Virgil quirked an eyebrow. “Did you send one back?”

“Not this time.”

“Woah, hold on.” Virgil held up his hands, a grin forming. “This time?”

Logan dropped his head back into his pillow.

“Alright, alright, I’m done teasing. For now.” Crossing the room, Virgil tugged Logan to his feet. “I assume you have an outfit for tonight.”

“I do own a formal outfit.”

“Lo. You know what I mean.”

Sighing, Logan opened up his closet door. “I don’t have one picked out.”

“I mean, you probably should’ve asked Remy for help with this,” Virgil started, heading into the closet and looking through the various dress clothes. “But I guess I’m the next best bet. Patton’s alright, but Em would probably suggest a skirt, which isn’t your comfort level. Stepping out of your comfort zone right now is not what you need.”

As Virgil spoke he began handing out clothes to Logan. By the time Virgil was done perusing, Logan had a pile of clothes in his arms, blocking his face from view.

“Set them on the bed.”

Over the next hour, Logan essentially put on a fashion show in his room. Virgil let him veto anything he didn’t like right off the bat, suggesting that he donate the things he would never wear.

“Marie Kondo your closet, Logan, it’ll help.”

By the time they narrowed down the pile, it was nearly four o’clock. Logan had two outfits left on the bed, the rest either in a donate pile or put back in the closet.

“Which one?”

The smirk returned to Virgil’s face. “I’m being fully serious - ask Roman.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “What?! No, I can’t do that.”

“Dude, he sent you a picture. You have the right to send one back.” Virgil headed for Logan’s door. “I brought my stuff, I’m going to go get dressed. Pick an outfit before I get back, or I’m picking for you.”

With a two finger salute, Virgil was out the door, closing it behind him.

Throwing on the first outfit, Logan smoothed all the creases. He picked up his phone, taking a picture before he could chicken out. He did the same with the next outfit, sending both pictures to Roman without a second thought.

Logan: Which one?

There was an instant reply.

Prince Charming: Go with the indigo shirt it brings out your eyes

Holding back a smile, Logan switched into the indigo shirt, leaving on the black dress pants. Just as he was hanging up the other shirt, Virgil came back in.

“Did you pick?”

“Roman did.” Logan said, grinning as Virgil smiled.

“Great! We can head over to Pat’s early if you want.”

Preston drove them over, teasing Logan about his crush. Virgil wasn’t much better, though his teasing was a little more merciful.

“Thanks, Mr. Sanders!” Virgil called out as they headed up the driveway. Preston gave a quick honk before taking off.

Patton met them at the door, wearing a powder blue short sleeved button up. White flowers spiralled around the sleeves. “You’re here!”

“We are.”

“I’m just helping my mom out with a salad but you guys can sit.” He said, leading them into the living room. “I’ll be back in a second!”

Virgil tugged at his purple bow-tie as he sat on the edge of the couch.

“Virgil, are you alright?”

He took in a shaky breath. “Yeah...kinda...I don’t know.”

Scooting closer, Logan bumped their shoulders together. “Take a few deep breaths. If it has anything to do with Patton, it’ll be okay. Even without my glasses I can see that he’s smitten with you.”

Laughter spilled from Virgil as his cheeks grew pink. “Thanks Lo. You’re a great friend.”

Patton darted back into the room then, settling on Virgil’s lap. “So, Logan, do you think you’ll ask Roman to dance?”

“Um, I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Concern flooded Patton’s features. “Why not?”

“Pat, not everyone is as accepting as us.” Virgil mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek. “With the entire school watching…”

“Oh, right.” Patton leaned back against Virgil’s chest, threading their fingers together over his stomach. “What if we invite him over for movie night?”

“I’m just trying to get through tonight first.” Logan gave the two of them a smile. “Honestly though, I’m glad you found each other.”

Blushing furiously, Virgil hid his face in Patton’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

The three of them talked for a bit, heading into the dining room when Patton’s mother called them in. The pizza disappeared into their bellies with ease, Mrs. Hart making a joke about growing boys.

As they helped with the dishes, Remy and Emile walked in. Emile had on a rose gold dress, Remy trailing behind him in dress pants and a crisp white button-up.

“Oh, don’t you look stunning!” Mrs. Hart said as she saw Emile’s dress. “I need some pictures.”

“Sure!” Emile chirped, dragging Remy over to the group.

“Patty-cake, you want to go first?”

Patton pulled a calmed down Virgil over, taking a few formal pictures. On their last one, he pressed his lips to Virgil’s cheek, making him turn ten shades of red.

When they finished, Emile pulled Remy over. None of their pictures had Remy looking at the camera. He simply couldn’t take his eyes off of Emile.

“Logan, did you want a few by yourself?” Mrs. Hart asked. “You don’t have to, we can move on to some group shots.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather do some group pictures.”

The five of them crowded into the shot. Remy leaned on Logan’s shoulder, making him scowl in the first picture. Virgil gave him bunny ears in the second one, getting a genuine laugh out of Logan. But Logan’s favorite had to be the final picture. All of them had their arms around each other and were grinning at the camera.

“I’ll be sure to print these out and you can all get a copy.” Mrs. Hart said, before grabbing her keys. “Now who’s ready for the dance?”

#romantic remile #romantic moxiety #romantic logince #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #emile picani #ts sleep #remy sanders

[malakhai-ozera]

Discord Thread || Khai & Emily

Discord thread featuring: Malakhai Ozera & Emily Davis ( @warmvlbes )

When: July 23rd

Mentions: @davieslandon

Description: Emily goes over to show Khai her new piercing and Khai tells Emily he has feelings for Landon. Talks about going back to Bradford for a bit.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily didn't really know how she was going to make it but she made it a point to get there and waddled up to the door, trying the knob and sticking her head around. "Hey handsome." She called out, walking in slowly and placing the kettle corn on the counter. "Don't laugh at how I'm walking."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ He stood up from the couch and walked over to her. “Why would I laugh? You okay?” He asked leaning against the counter

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily smiled at him as he got closer and before she said anything, she snaked her arm around his waist and hugged him, tucking her face in his neck. "I'm okay but....things hurt."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “What did you do?” he asked hugging her back softly.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily sighed and pushed her self up on the counter and pointed towards her center. "go look."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “You did not do that” he said raising his brow

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "Are you mad...?" She asked, a little pout playing on her lips.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “No, I’m done being mad about anything. I just can’t believe you did it”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily sighed. "I wanted to do it for a while." She shrugged. "So i just did."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Nice! How’s it feeling?”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "It hurts." She pouted. "But I do want to know how it would feel...during...stuff...."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Too has you can’t have sex for a week” he chuckled dryly

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "UM!" She whined, holding on his hand. "I gave it to you though..."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “It’s different for girls. You’re already in pain”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "It's fine. you just don't want to have sex with me." She shrugged, pulling the popcorn in her lap and starting to eat it.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Don’t do that” he shook his head. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "I didn't want to hurt you either and you told me you liked pain. You fucking choked me out the other night and you don't think I can't handle a little pain?" She asked him, brow raised. "But it's fine. At least you can look at it."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Em... I..” he shook his head. “I do like pain but that’s different”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ "I really just think you're not in the mood and  i can't be mad about that." She said, looking into her lover's eyes. "What's going on with you?"

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Yeah, I guess not” he shrugged. “I just, I’m just numb today. I think I’m gonna leave town for a bit.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Her eyes fell blank, and her appetite came to an immediate stop. "L-leaving?" She asked him. "W-where? Alone? W-why?" She asked, her voice cracking. "did I do something?"

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I’m just gonna go home for a while. You didn’t do anything it’s about me”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily felt the tears building, and she took some deep breaths trying to fight it. "Are you going alone?" She asked. "Khai your dad is there...."

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Yeah I’m going alone. It’ll be fine. He’s not as bad as my step dad. Plus I’m not gonna stay with him. I’ll just be able to see my sister and dumb ass brother. Don’t cry”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ Emily shook her head. "Will I hear from you?" She said, worried. Sure he can say not cry but that was hard when he'd seemed off this entire time.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Probably. I kinda wanna cut myself off for a bit. But if I text anyone it will be you. If you’re sure you still want me to. I told Landon I liked him today. So, I don’t blame you if you don’t want me to.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “You did WHAT?” She hopped down from the counter. “Khai what the fuck!?” “Never worry, huh? Don’t worry about anyone. It‘s innocent flirting, right!? IT MEANS NOTHING, RIGHT!?” She threw the popcorn across the room, a massive scream erupting from her body. “WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME!? Y-you want to talk about someone who isn’t enough? For fucks sake! IM NEVER GOING TO BE ENOUGH FOR YOU!”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ Khai just stood there watching her. He couldn’t even react he was so numb to everything right now. “I’m sorry. I just... im sorry.” He walked across the room and picked up the popcorn. Placing it back onto the counter. “I don’t wanna fight with you right now.”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ The tears started streaming down her face as she backed herself into a corner, sliding down the wall as she broke down.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Emily... I told you I would tell you and be honest with you. I didn’t do anything with him. He doesn’t even want me. I just had to tell him. I can’t do this right now.” He turned around and walked into his bedroom slamming the door

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ She got up and walked right over to his room and opened the door. “No! You don’t get to walk away from me, Malakhai Ozera. I told you this would happen!” She said to him. “Why would you tell him with no intention of trying to be with him, Khai!? Tell me the truth!”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ0 He sat on his bed and looked over at her. “Because I did wanna be with him I guess. But it doesn’t matter cause he doesn’t want me”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “Yeah you wanted to be with him. Everyone could have told you that. I could have told you that.” She flared her nose. “I am never going to be enough, am I?”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “Yeah, I’ve liked him for a while but like I said it doesn’t matter. It will never happen. I never said that. I just don’t wanna do this right now”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I’m leaving” he stood up and grabbed his bag that was already packed and he headed out of the room.

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “You should have been honest with me from the start. You lied to me Khai. Over and over again about your feelings for Landon and i look like a god damn fool out here defending my love for you and defending you.” She said watching him pack. “It’s fine. Jace and Loren are picking me up anyways. Have a nice trip!” She smiled. Walking out the door and slamming it shut.

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I didn’t mean to lie. I was trying not to like him cause I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. We’re just friends.” He watched her leave and sat back onto his bed with his head in his hands. “Good bye Emily”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ She heard him and opened the door one more time. “It’s not goodbye. And I’m sorry about your mom. I want to be here for you Khai but you keep hurting me. Enjoy your trip and text me if YOU want to. Goodnight.”

ღ 𝕂нαι ღ “I can’t do this Emily. Please. Just go”

❈ Ⲉⲙⲓ𝓵ⲩ ❈ “I AM!” She said to him. “But this shit is far from over. You just remember who wants you in the end of all of this.” She spat, slamming the door behind her.

#chats:emily #chats:discord #ft.emily #ft.landon #{Emily Davis;; I think I'm crazy; But I know you're my baby anyway}

[caandlelit]

dabihawks and the villainsquad christmas drabble bc its crimas!!

im like late but its my dads bday on christmas so I was understandably busy

oh my god my dad is jesus

so 

hawks has been with the league for several months

hes on their side

kinda

its complicated

but he knows them well and hes pretty close to the vanguard action squad

and he thinks he knows them well enough that hes not surprised by the heights that their bullshit will go anymore

welp

toga himiko is here in an ugly christmas sweater to dangle a twig of sad looking mistletoe that says ‘ding dong u are wrong’ in his face

he is understandably surprised when dabi nudges him as they walk to the meeting on christmas eve and says 

“dont freak out” 

hes like ‘???what?’ 

and hawks looks up at the door of the league hq as he steps inside, shivering even though hes wearing two hoodies and leggings under his jeans and he immediately blinks thrice in quick succession and is gaping in an unflattering way

bc the entire bar is covered in christmassy décor. 

the counter looks like a tinsel monster threw up on it, jingle bell rock is playing in the background, there is a fire place with many many meticulously labeled socks hung above it precariously, looking like theyre gonna be set on fire any second now, and every villain in the league is wearing an ugly christmas sweater, some of them looking resigned, some of them looking confusingly ecstatic 

hes just wide eyed 

dabi snickers beside him and steps forward, gently pushes up on his jaw, closing his mouth

“ur gonna catch flies, loser”

hawks is blushing slightly but he ignores it and follows dabi 

‘do y’all always go this full on out? bc I can. um. I can get behind this’

dabi stops. looks at hawks. 

he looks adorable and shy and dabi is cooing on the inside

bc hawks just wants to be part of this christmas celebration that feels so familial and nothing like what hes used to

bc the only christmas celebration hawks has been part of is his agency’s, and rumi sending him wine each year without fail

he looks just like how dabi felt when he first arrived, ill prepared, to the previous christmas celebration at the league ft the vanguard action squad

aka the first happy christmas he had spent in a long fucking time

but he shrugs it off

dabi, softly but with feeling: i thought u were normal 

hawks: what

dabi, tears in his eyes: but now shes coming dont say I didnt warn you

hawks, growing fearful: w-who

dabi, whispering: t-tog-

he is interrupted by toga, naruto running at top speed wearing a horrendous neon fucking orange christmas sweater that satan himself would balk at

she jumps on top of them making them both fall on the ground with her on top of them

toga at top, earpiercing, wince inducing volume:

‘MERRY CHRIMAS YOU HO HO HOES’

*panicking hawks voice* what the motherfuckin CHRIST OH MY GOD

bc jin and spinner are right behind her

5 seconds later sees a resigned dabi and a wildly confused, blushing hawks are being engulfed by jin, spinner and toga as they squeeze them to death

they then proceed to shove ugly sweaters on top of their heads

dabi’s sweater is neon pink with a rudolph the red nosed reindeer pattern

hawks’ sweater is lime green and has actual fairy lights strung on it like they light up

he looks delighted and dabi stares at him sappily

shigaraki went insane from togas badgering and bought an army’s worth of hot chocolate in bulk 

the remains of which were distributed by the league to the poor and the street villains 

a little warmth for their, cold lonely christmases to ensure that they wouldn't be as empty as before

*excited toga voice* ‘GUYS LETS GO CAROLLING’

*flat shigaraki voice* ‘toga we cant we’re villains’

‘so??’

‘we would get arrested’

‘fuck why are we villains’

there is a christmas tree

and holy fuck it is so big

its huge

hawks has to crane his neck up to see all of it

they make hawks put up the star, which for some reason hasn't been put up yet and is in the art style of the stars from dora the explorer 

it was like this

toga ‘well I put it up last year whos doing it this year’

shigaraki ‘im the boss so technically-’

spinner arguing ‘im the second youngest so-’

jin ‘oh fuck no ur not ur like thirty u old man-’

spinner ‘oh fuck no im not u bitch-’

their voices overlap as they argue for like ten minutes while kurogiri hopelessly tries to stop them to no avail

jin ‘I want to do ittt but we should let hawks’

hawks ‘what’

dabi, grinning wildly “oh yes absolutely hes the youngest and the newest”

hawks, whispering angrily ‘fuck u man u know I cant reach that high-’

dabi smugly “im sorry what was that”

hawks, yelling ‘too bad guys im too short I guess the bossman has to do it’

toga, unimpressed and trying to get dabi and hawks to fuck:

‘stop sucking up to the bossman-’ ‘I love u for saying that’ ‘-and its chill dabi can pick u up’

dabi stops laughing abruptly

“what”

hawks, rapidly shakin his head ‘nononono its chill i’ll just fly-’

spinner, also trying to get dabi and hawks to fuck ’YOU CANT!‘

hawks ‘why tf not’

jin, wracking his brains for a solution ‘uhhhh bc we dont want you to put strain on your wings’

hawks, touched, ’oh my god! thanks guys you’re so sweet, but its okay really-’

shigaraki, firmly ‘nope dabi has to pick hawks up im the boss and I say so’

hawks: well fuck

toga films, awing from behind the camera as a blushing hawks is lifted up by a blushing dabi to place the star on the top of the glittering christmas tree

dabi, eyes wide as he stares at the big, soft, pretty red feathers of hawks’ upper back and the back of his head, blonde hair pinned back, and then he looks down at the delicate, fluffy, smaller feathers above the small of his back, and he swallows and feels his face get redder when he notices how it arches when hawks stretches his hand up to set the star into place

then he startles as hawks turns around triumphantly in his arms, beaming and tossing a peace sign at toga, and he adjusts his hold on his thighs quickly and looks up at the same time hawks looks down at him, smiling brilliantly and dabi’s breath catches

he looks iridescent in the glow of the candles and fairylights strung around the bar and on the tree and absently dabi thinks, “toga’s still filming”, but everything falls away in light of hawks’ smile softening as he tilts his head at dabi and he was helpless when it came to this angel

hawks threw his head back and laughed at something twice was saying and dabi’s eyes traced the line of his tan throat 

hawks looked back at dabi and smiled, saying ‘the tree looks amazing, huh?’

dabi, breathlessly; “’doesn't hold a candle to you babe’

hawks’ eyes widened and there was a pretty blush painting his cheeks pink and dabi was enchanted as he leant up and kissed him hard

hawks was enthusiastic in his response, kissing back and throwing an arm on dabi’s shoulder, the other hand threaded in his hair 

and toga was still filming them and whooping as they kissed slowly and softly in front of the tree, hawks still in dabi’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist

jin and spinner were cheering when they split apart slowly, blushing madly when they saw the league surrounding them

shigaraki, sagging against kurogiri in relief ‘well thank fuck thats over I dont think I could have taken the fuckin ust any longer’

dabi smirkin up at hawks ‘I think I know what my christmas present is now ;))’

hawks smirking back “yeah ;)) a bible ;)))))”

dabi breaks down cackling breathlessly into hawks’ neck and hawks just stares at him lovingly

shigaraki, in slowly dawning horror ‘fuck this isn't what I wanted theyre gonna be worse now abort aBORT’

anyways merry christmas and happy holidays y’all 

#dabihawks #dabi #hawks #shigaraki tomura #twice #toga himiko #spinner #kurogiri #bnha #league of villains #hc #hcs

[alphacrone]

in which dex & bitty have a fight, bitty & ransom make out, dex comes to realize a few things, & poor nursey is ghosted for a couple hours. also pie.

[Part of the Blue-Eyed Jack ‘Verse. Set loosely between All Decked Out Like a Cowboy’s Dream and Kitty & the Biscuits]

CW: dubious consent (drunk surprise kissing), vague homophobia, coming out, canon typical alcohol abuse (they are taking very small shots i promise)

CON’T TEXT CONVERSATION BETWEEN YOU AND DEREK NURSE

WP: And then Cait said she’d call the cops and those kids ran so fast, it was hilarious.

DN: who’s Cait?

DN: also LOL

WP: Chow’s girlfriend.

DN: wait i thought you guys were all gay

WP: Why would you think that?

DN: ur the Gay Country Band i thought that meant the Whole band

WP: No.

WP: Just Bitty.

WP: I think.

WP: Chowder has a girlfriend.

WP: Ransom’s brought girls home more than once.

WP: Just Bitty.

DN: what about u?

WP: What about me?

DN: u just listed all the reasons ur bandmates aren’t gay

DN: but not urself

DN: y?

WP: I didn’t think I needed to say it.

WP: What does it matter?

DN: idk just curious

WP: Whatever.

Dex huffed and slumped back against the nasty, green couch. He knew Bitty would make a fuss about sitting on it -- the thing had been a point of contention between him and Chowder for months now -- but the only other option were the lumpy arm chairs and Dex hated those things.

“You texting with Derek again?”

Dex started; he hadn't realized Bitty was home. “Yeah. Why d’you ask?”

Bitty cast him a wry look over the back of the couch. “He stresses you out in a way only Chowder ever has.”

“That's not true,” Dex said grumpily. “You stress me out the most.”

“So kind,” Bitty teased. “Keep up that kinda sweet talk and I'll think you're flirting with me.”

Normally Dex would've laughed at the absurdity of the idea, but today it gave him pause. “Do people really think we’re the ‘gay country band?’”

Bitty’s smile fell. “Well, yeah, sort of. Why?”

Dex shrugged, glancing at his phone. “I don't know. Just something Derek said. I thought it was like...you were the ‘gay country singer’ and we were just your band.”

Bitty’s face grew steely and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I'm sorry you have to suffer through the inconvenience of people assuming you're gay, that must just be so difficult-”

“Bitty,” Dex started, but Bitty was already headed out of the room.

“I'm going to the store,” Bitty said gruffly, grabbing his wallet from the key basket. “Be back later.” Dex stood to follow, hand outstretched.

“Bits-” But the front door slammed shut. Dex huffed a frustrated sigh and punched the wall, not quite hard enough to break anything but just enough to hurt.

Why was it that Derek’s texts annoyed him so much? Dex had never minded being lumped in with the rainbow flags and hell-bound accusations before; the Biscuits were a team and a team stuck together, had each other’s backs. Bitty was the only one of them who was gay, but they all stood for his message.

Except...except maybe he wasn't the only one at all.

It had been about a year prior, and they were on the last stretch of a tour, heading from Boise to Seattle through a long stretch of absolutely nothing. Rans had picked up a thing of decent whiskey in a sketchy, Idaho liquor store and they were in the middle of a rousing game of never have I ever. Chowder was winning at this point, with only a few fingers down, but seemed to be mercilessly targeting Bitty.

(“Never ever I have ever...lived in Madison, Georgia.”

“I swear to God, Christopher-”)

Dex was doing alright himself. He'd been impacted by Bitty’s attacks against northerners and hockey fans, but not in the same way Ransom had. Now they were battling each other ruthlessly, determined not to go out first. Bitty had two fingers left; Ransom had one.

There was something dangerously smug in Ransom’s drunken gaze as he rounded on Bitty, smirk growing. “Never ever have I ever...kissed another man.”

Bitty gasped indignantly and took his shot like a champ, very reluctantly lowering a finger. Before the next turn could be taken, however, he lunged across the circle and pulled Ransom’s mouth to his.

It wasn't the most coordinated kissing Dex had ever seen. Ransom was drunk enough that the force of it knocked him over to the side, and he dragged Bitty with him. Bitty paid no mind to the fact that he was now lying on top of his best friend; they both sort of got lost in the movements of their lips, kissing languidly and sloppily for a moment, like they were the only two people on that bus.

Then Bitty pulled back with a triumphant grin and shouted, “Take a shot, Justin.”

“No!” Ransom flopped back onto the ground, covering his face in his hands. “Bits that was a dirty move. I call foul!”

“Don't be a sore loser,” Bitty chirped, filling Ransom’s shot glass halfway. Dex supposed it would've been filled all the way if Bitty hadn't spilled so much onto the floor of the tour bus.

“Bitty, that was great!” Chowder said through his laughter. “Wasn't it, Dex?”

But Dex couldn't answer, all too aware of the uncomfortable tightness of his pants. He willed himself to calm down, to not show just how much he'd been affected by the scene in front of him.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Bitty was huffing out as Ransom tried to sit on him. “Did I offend your delicate, Canadian sensibilities?”

“I'll show you delicate,” Ransom hissed, using his full body weight to squish Bitty against the floor. Bitty’s cheeks had gone bright red from the liquor and the exertion, and Dex found the sight more intoxicating than the alcohol in his bloodstream. “You're a huge cheater and I'm gonna make sure the whole world knows.” He pulled a marker from his pocket, uncapping it with his teeth.

“No you don't!” Bitty shouted, struggling against Ransom, but Ransom was twice his size and loomed over him. Dex swallowed roughly. “We have an interview tomorrow! Absolutely not! Do not draw on my face- I will call your mother right now.”

Somewhere in there, Dex excused himself to the bathroom, and hoped no one noticed when he took a little extra time and returned glassy-eyed and out of breath.

When Bitty returned from the “store” several hours later, he was met by the sight of a pie. Peaches and cream, to be exact.

It was nothing fancy, not like the salted rose and honey pie Bitty had made the day before, the crust shaped into beautiful braids and flower petals, but it was the one kind of pie Bitty could never bring himself to make, despite the fact that it was his favorite. Dex had a hunch as to why this was, but had never gotten a direct answer about it. And that didn’t matter right now.

“I didn’t…” He started as Bitty cautiously stepped into the kitchen, eyes wide as he studied the pie on the table. “I wasn’t trying to imply I was- it’s not-”

“Dex, it’s fine,” Bitty said sullenly. “You’re not the first straight guy I’ve known who’s-”

“I’m gay,” Dex blurted out, wringing his hands together. “Um. Yeah.”

Bitty’s eyes, if possible, grew wider. “Oh! Oh, Dex, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve- I should’ve-”

“You didn’t know,” Dex said with a small shrug. “And honestly...I haven’t been sure about it myself. Until now.”

“Oh, hun.” Bitty surged forward and pulled Dex into a tight hug. Dex let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and rested his chin on top of Bitty’s head. “C’mon, let’s eat this pie you made and you can talk about it. Or not!” He added, pulling back with a worried expression. “You don’t have to, unless you want to, but if you want to I’m always here, please know that-”

“Bits.” Dex grabbed both of his shoulders, smiling down at him. “There’s no one else I’d want to talk to about it more.”

“Because I’m the only gay guy you know?” Bitty chirped, moving to cut two slices of pie. Dex rolled his eyes.

“I do have other friends, you know,” he said, pulling out two plates and two forks.

“Sure,” Bitty said lightly. “And I’m an NBA player.” He handed a plate to Dex with a teasing grin.

“Ass,” Dex said, but kissed Bitty’s cheek lightly in thanks. Bitty rolled his eyes but Dex felt a million pounds lighter, just from the sheer freedom of being able to do something like that without consequence, at least in the safety of their kitchen. Bitty took his own slice and shepherded Dex into the living room, chatting a mile a minute about how good the pie smelled and how impressed he was Dex had made it all on his own.

When Chowder returned from Cait’s that evening, he walked into the living room to see Bitty and Dex asleep on the couch -- on top of a beach towel, obviously -- Bitty’s legs perched in Dex’s lap and an empty pie tin sitting on the coffee table.

In Dex’s hand, about to fall to the floor, was his phone, still open to some text thread. Carefully, Chowder took the phone and set it on the table, noticing that the thread was with Derek Nurse, unsurprisingly. They’d all befriended the Falcs the evening Bitty and Jack got together; Chowder himself was frequently in contact with Snowy and Tater, and on occasion Nurse himself. He didn’t look at the thread, but if he had, it might’ve made him smile.

CON’T TEXT CONVERSATION BETWEEN YOU AND DEREK NURSE

WP: Sorry for ghosting. Had a fight with Bitty.

DN: dude u ok?

WP: Yeah, it’s all sorted out.  

WP: Also sorry for being a dick earlier. You didn’t deserve that reaction.

DN: nah im sorry for prying

WP: It’s just...not something I’m ready to talk about with most people just yet.

DN: will you don’t have to say anything you don’t want to

DN: we’re not bffs i understand

WP: No, I trust you.

WP: But it’s hard.

WP: Bitty’s a good first step I think.

WP: Then...friends.

DN: like me?

WP: Yeah. Like you.

DN: that’s

DN: that means a lot

DN: thank you

WP: Don’t let it go to your head.

DN: wouldn’t dream of it. ;)

WP: Ugh I already regret telling you this.

DN: no take backs. Ur stuck with me :D

WP: There are worse things I guess.

DN: chlamydia?

WP: Goodnight, Derek.

DN: night, will. don’t let the bedbugs bite

DN: unless ur into that ;) ;) ;)

WP: Go away

DN: :*

DN: wow did u really text jack to tell me to shut up?

DN: rude

DN: goodNIGHT will, hope bitty feeds u poisoned pie

WP: :*

DN: emoticon. can’t tell if im proud or mad

DN: u better sleep w one eye open

WP: Go to sleep. I’ll still be here to annoy in the morning.

DN: good :)

#omgcp country singer au #anna writes things #check please! #omgcp fic #bitty & dex #zimbits #nurseydex

[grubhivemind]

KOUGAH: =He knows that it is rather late but Kougah has asked Jace if he could come over. Seeing as he is to court Jace he plans on doing it properly without missing any steps to it. He has everything he needed in a basket and now knocks. There are quite a few things he needs to start with so it's pretty loaded honestly. He's been a busy, busy boy=

JACE: -it's never too late to visit him, honestly!! he's usually awake anyhow, but he'd get out of bed just to entertain this particular guest. he eagerly opens up the door when he hears the knock and smiles brightly at his visitor.- Hi!

KOUGAH: =A cute smile on a cute boy= Hell0. Thank y0u f0r all0w1ng me 0ver. =nods to him and also... soft face touch. The affectionate one. He'd nuzzle his face but that'd probably be weird???=

JACE: -gosh... he touches kougah's hand in return before he takes it up in his own to guide him inside.- Of course... Youre always welcome over!

KOUGAH: =Yess... holds his hand= 1 apprec1ate that. 

KOUGAH: 1've als0 begun tak1ng measures t0 better pr0tect y0ur h0me as well as y0u... th0ugh t0 d0 well. 

KOUGAH: 1t 1s m0stly. The th0ught. Beh1nd 1t.

JACE: -blinks at him.- Youve been... protecting my apartment???? -what does he mean...-

KOUGAH: T0 the best 0f my ab1l1t1es. 

KOUGAH: 1've el1m1nated the p0ss1b1l1ty 0f a few phys1cal threats.... th0ugh 1 supp0se n0t very many pe0ple here have sens1t1ve n0ses. And 1 d0n't th1nk traps w001d be acceptable. Th0ugh f0r th0se wh0 may reg1ster the d0m1nate scent 0f a predat0r they w0n't trespass. 

KOUGAH: =Turns to the door then pauses..... this is one of those... temporary lodgings= 

KOUGAH: Hm.... am 1 perm1tted t0 etch runes 1nt0 y0ur d00r?

JACE: ....... - WHAT DOES HE MEAN BY DOMINANT SCENT. - 

JACE: Uhhh. 

JACE: I dont think my landlord would be okay with that........

KOUGAH: =HE IS DOMINANT AND IT IS HIS SCENT= 

KOUGAH: Hm.... 

KOUGAH: That was the preferred meth0d. But 1 als0 have th1s cl0th 1've sewn them into. 1 have c0me prepared. =Puts the basket down and offers Jace the grey cloth and it does have all sorts of symbols sewn with black thread= 

KOUGAH: =He also hands Jace a sizable tooth. It's the half the size of his forearm= Th1s 1s fr0m a k1ll 1 w1ll br1ng t0 y0u later. I'm aware humans d0n't eat raw meat s0 1'm prepar1ng 1t f0r y0u. =Yes... a good provider=

JACE: :o -he's admiring the runes on the cloth with much interest and then...- 

JACE: ... O h hhh.... Oh. Wow. Would you look at that. -takes it??? holds it in his hand???? screams internally.- 

JACE: Ummm. Thank you.  I really appreciate the effort that you went through. 

JACE: .... -mutter mumble- (But I dont...) 

JACE: (Eat meat at all...) -mumble mutter-

KOUGAH: =He has good hearing so he catches the mutter, one ear lowers and he slowly puts a wrapped parcel back into the basket and nods deeply at Jace. Wheezing internally= 0h.... 1. Am very s0rry... 

KOUGAH: 1 sh001d have 1nqu1red that bef0re. Tell1ng y0u. 

KOUGAH: Everyth1ng... 1 w1ll st1ll make use 0f the-- 

KOUGAH: Ah... 1 can. take the t00th. 1f y0u w1sh. =hhhhhh=

JACE: ........... Yes. -casually shoves it back at him.-

JACE: Im sorry!! You went to all that trouble. :(

KOUGAH: =He's quick to put it out of sight and lifts his hands, sweating= N0. 1 h0nestly. Had assumed. 1t was wr0ng 0f me. 

KOUGAH: 1'm aware 0f. Alternat1ve l1festyles. Th0ugh 1 d1d n0t ask 1f y0u ate meat. 

KOUGAH: That was a blunder 0n my part and 1 accept full resp0ns1b1lty.

JACE: Well... I dont mind. Most people dont ask anyway... 

JACE: Im just glad you thought of me. And... Uhhh. Prepared a meal for me! Thats really sweet. Honest.

KOUGAH: 0f c0urse... 1 seek t0 sh0w y0u that 1 am a pr0f1c1ent meal pr0v1der as well as sh0w1ng my strength. 

KOUGAH: 1nstead 1 w1ll.... f0rage. =Yes.... he's gonna... gather so many things=

JACE: ... -grins a little about that.- Thats... definitely a desirable skill. Hehehe. -kougah's cute.- 

JACE: What else would you like to show me...? -:eyes:-

KOUGAH: 1 als0 have br0ught y0u s0me freshly made med1c1nal herbs... and 1. Am h0nestly unsure ab0ut 1f th1s w1ll w0rk away fr0m the m0unta1n. 

KOUGAH: But... hm. Well. Usually c0urters and c0uples w001d release themselves t0 run un1nh1b1ted. Unt1ed t0 anyth1ng phys1cal. 0nly all0w1ng the purest and m0st vulnerable parts 0f themselves play and bec0me fam1l1ar... but w d0 n0t kn0w 1f y0u can pr0ject y0ur c0nsc0usness fr0m y0ur b0dy.

JACE: -calculating meme as he explains until it all comes together at the end.- Oh! ... 

JACE: Yeah ummm. I cant say Ive ever astral projected before. But... that doesnt necessarily mean I cant??? Stranger things have happened...

KOUGAH: Y0u're very smart. 1 bel1eve y0u w1ll be able t0. 

KOUGAH: 0nce d0ne 1t 1s a useful sk1ll f0r l1ghter med1tat10n. 

KOUGAH: =stares at Jace from his squat= D0 y0u med1tate?

JACE: Oh, yeah! Sometimes... It helps with the anxiety... Um. You know, whenever I can focus on sitting down and actually doing it...

KOUGAH: =nods= Then that w1ll be useful. As y0u are already tra1ned trained 1n 1t. 

KOUGAH: 1t 1s a g00d pract1ce. 1n detach1ng y0ur sp1rt fr0m y0ur phys1cal f0rm y0u channel y0ur aur1c energ1es t0 man1fest 1n an appar1tion-l1ke 1mage.

JACE: -looks around thoughtfully, then starts picking up some things from the floor to dump into his sylladex.- Can we do that now? Can you show me how to do that? :O 

JACE: -after clearing a spot, he sits down crosslegged on the floor.- :)

KOUGAH: =Watches him clean then sets the basket to the side, nodding once= Yes. 1'm glad y0u're s0 eager. =He really is though.... it's really a vulnerable thing, not only leaving yourself utterly defenseless with the trust that you won't be attacked but also baring your form where it can be manipulated.... He's a little sweaty though he's supposed to be relaxing.= 

KOUGAH: 1t's c0ns1derably stra1ght f0rward. 

KOUGAH: Relax1ng y0urself then f0cus1ng 0n the energy that res1des 1n the c0re 0f y0ur be1ng, w1ll1ng that t0 man1fest 1nt0 the f0rm y0u des1re th0ugh 1t 1s eas1est t0 all0w 1t t0 f0rm naturally. =Exhales and lets his shoulders fall, moving from his squat to sit on his legs. A small moment of silence passes but then a light blue luminous light floats out of Kougah like smoke, taking the form of a wolf of course. One that sits before his body and watches Jace, it seems (and is) tangible by the depths and details of the shadows in its fur=

JACE: -eyes widen at the sight of the apparition. wow, kougah makes it look so easy... he's tempted to reach out to touch the spirit beast, it looks so inviting. and though he's a little hesitant at first, he does splay his fingers out over it's fur.- Oh... Wow... -looks past it at kougah, HOPING that's alright.-

KOUGAH: =The fur is soft, very soft and it's deceptively warm to the touch despite the cool, icy blue of it. As Jace looks past him though the wolf huffs out it's nose and sits up straighter. Hello. It is I. In the form I would be in if I weren't such an unfortunate creature=

JACE: -wow... looks at wolf kougah with shiny eyes, a smile spreading across his face.- Wow... Youre a beautiful wolf. Hehe. -pets him up, taking advantage of this before he gives it a try himself.-

KOUGAH: =What is this feeling? .... Confidence. Yes, he is feeling prideful because this form is absolutely gorgeous and large and majestic and he's only one of those things and not so much the other's as a troll. The wolf  drinks in all this affection readily, the energy thrumming and pulsing  under Jace's hand. A little warmer and just the yellow creeping into the edges of this light. A good, warm happy feeling=

JACE: -the warmth tingles at his fingertips and up his arm until it settles in his stomach with a happy flutter. it's relaxing enough that he feels he can give this a shot too, drawing his hand back and closing his eyes so he can focus.- 

JACE: -honestly, he isn't even sure what his spirit would manifest in the form of... he knows he LIKES monkeys best, but does that mean they ARE him? okay, he probably shouldn't overthink that... it'll only make things more difficult. instead, he thinks of that proud look about kougah as he took on this new form. jace knows deep down there's a part of him he's proud of too, the part of him that represents him in ways more powerful than all the things he finds ugly about himself...- 

JACE: -there's a long moment of silence before he finally shows results. the tendrils of his inner self slowly creep from his body, twisting and turning with uncertainty until they form a spindly limbed, prehensile tailed spider monkey. and the cute little monkey is surprised he exists!- :O

KOUGAH: =Intently watches as Jace concentrates and gives him space to focus, it isn't easy letting go and just allowing things to happen and it was also something easily disrupted. Kougah just sits and stares, his ears perk as the energy starts to creep out. Honestly he is curious as to which form Jace takes on. He won't use it to judge character or read (too much) into it but every shape is interesting and has a purpose of its own= 

KOUGAH: =The monkey is greeted with a NOBLE lowering of the wolf's head, tail wagging happily. A monkey is very good, a nice reflection of Jace's intellect and gleeful personality. More warm yellow is shown in the blue, good job.=

JACE: -a happy warm glow eminates from him as well at the perceived praise and he romps on over to kougah again, a little awkwardly as he tries to understand this form, but ultimately winds up in kougah's space again. he paws at his bowed head and just... kinda hugs his snoot. this is so surreal and amazing and he's grateful for this new experience.-

KOUGAH: =Its a learning experience. How to move and really let your spirit just move naturally. Their touch grows warmer between them, some feelings pass. Jace's excitement and thankfulness repeated back to him but in Kougah's own emotion. It is a very vulnerable state. Jace can feel the slight embarrassment from this pass of information, a flicker of interest and  curiosity, then so many warm feelings as he nuzzles him gently. Him lick.=

#devicefulflightrisk #cusoryTechnomancer #in which spirit wandering