the french lady is so hot i want to be kept by her like a luxury cat 🥵🥵🥵

la gorgeous 🔥

Back at it again with the gay Francis request 🫶

Can I get a Francis Wilkerson x male reader where he falls for a skater boy with anger issues? Maybe pre-military school??? Or they can just meet during military school whatever makes more sense. But like reader is just the classic early 2000s baggy pants, drinks mtn dew, video game addicted, but he's also very stubborn with a mean streak.

Reader just like "im going to punch you in the face if you keep talking to me-"

Francis: "-ok but THEN can we make out?"

Francis Wilkerson With an Angry Skater Boy Headcanons

Masterlist

Request Something!

A/N: idk anything about skateboarding whoops, don’t let your friends pierce you unless they’re a professional

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You probably met before Francis was sent to military school

The two of you were either in the same friend group or ran in similar crowds

When Francis sees you for the first time, he’s probably thinking “wow, he’s hot”

He thinks he means it in an “i wanna be him” kind of way

Which is a bit true

But it’s more in an “i wanna be with him” way

Francis saw you first, sitting at a table with some of his friends and some other kids he didn’t know. You were playing with a wheel on your skateboard, spinning it absentmindedly while Richie talked about something no one else really cared about.

He sat down in the only available seat at the table, which was right across from you. He gave a half-hearted greeting to everyone, too busy glancing at you every few seconds to pay attention to anyone else.

Eventually, you felt his gaze. You looked up, seeing that he was already looking at you. Francis’ eyes widened in a panic, but he couldn’t help but look away. However, the slightly angry expression growing on your face made him wish he’d stop staring at you.

“What are you looking at?” you asked in a hiss, hands now gripping your skateboard and back straightening up. Francis tried to stammer out a response, but it was nothing coherent.

“Y/n, chill.” Richie laughed, looking at you with his usual half-lidded eyes. “Francis is cool, man, don’t worry.”

Francis nodded quickly, hoping that that along with Richie’s statement would cool you off a bit.

And it seemingly did. After giving the blonde a onceover, which felt more like a glare to him, you relaxed back into your slouched position.

Despite your somewhat coarse personality, Francis still wanted to hang out with you

He doesn’t know how he did it, but you start to warm up to him

By warming up, it mainly meant you not glaring at him every time he got near you

Soon enough, the two of you were hanging out regularly

“On your right.” You muttered, focused on the violent game that you had on the TV. Francis had come over to your place after school, mainly to get away from his mom, so you thought you’d pass the time by playing the new shooting game you got.

Francis was barely playing. Instead, he kept glancing over at you every few seconds. There was something about the way you got heated so easily that got him excited. 

“Dude, you just died.” You laughed at him, and Francis’ eyes snapped to the screen to see that he was, in fact, killed. He sighed and tossed his controller on the bed, acting like he was annoyed when it really just gave him more of an excuse to check out your room. And you.

Keeping the controller steady on your leg, you played with one hand while the other grabbed your half-empty soda can. Francis watched as you chugged the remaining Mountain Dew, crushed the can, and threw it toward the trash can in the corner. 

“Stop staring, or I’ll punch you,” you said, catching Francis’ stare out of the corner of your eye before focusing back on the game.

“Yeah, right.” In quick response, you hit Francis in the shoulder. “Ow!”

The two of you like to get up to trouble

Graffiti some walls, smoke some weed, usual teenage troublemaker stuff

One night, while Francis was at your house, he told you about a little lecture his mom had given him

And how it made him want to do the complete opposite of what she told him

“You sure about this?” you asked, not really sounding concerned as you cleaned off the sewing needle you had taken from a random junk drawer. “Lois is totally gonna send you to military school.”

“Fuck it,” Francis said with a shrug, playing with the jewelry that he brought with him. 

“Okay then.” You shrugged, going over to your bed. You pushed Francis to lie down and sat beside him, staring down at him. “Don’t get pissed if I fuck it up though.”

“Kiss for good luck?” Francis laughed lightly. Even though it sounded like a joke, he was slightly serious. You thought about it for a moment. You supposed there were worse people to kiss.

“Sure.” You said with a shrug. Leaning over Francis, you pecked him on the lips quickly. “No homo.” 

“Wha…” Your actions put Francis in a daze, so he didn’t register you putting the needle to his nose as you pulled your face away from his. In a flash, the needle was through his left nostril. “Ow!”

“Don’t be a pussy, Francis.”

The two of you fell silent as you put some of the jewelry through the hole you had just made. Francis played with his hands, looking up at you as you hovered over him.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll hit you,” you murmured, your threat losing some of the usual seriousness you carried. Francis laughed.

“If I let you pierce something else, can I get another kiss?”

“...Fine.”

Okay you know what, I’ve held this back far enough

Why I hate canon Kailor sm

Tw:// misogyny ment, incest ment

Im not gonna tag Kailor on this for obvious reasons plus this is kinda a long post, I don’t mind fanon Kailor mostly because tbh I don’t think it’s really a big thing and most I have seen of it is fine. Don’t read this if you like Kailor and don’t want to hear it bashed

Okay listen, s4 is my favorite season out of all ninjago, but if theres one thing I hate about it the most is Kailor. This ship has always been really annoying to me throughout the show, and I’ve hinted towards that in my blog. But why?

1. It’s basically jaya redone

Kailor brings nothing new or interesting to the table because honestly? It’s literally just the same dynamic as jaya. Socially awkward guy simps for usually unimpressed girl until she eventually caves in and they start dating.

Not only has this already been done before with jaya, but is also completely out of character for Kai to do.

While I admit seeing Kai as a flustered dork is kinda funny, once you realize the context of the situation that they’re in it’s pretty clear that Kai would never actually do this.

Reminder: Kai JUST found out his dead friend is alive and is forced to recognsizle with friends in order to get him back

Usually when Kai is presented in a situation like this, what he normally does is set himself dead first on the task at hand and usually ignores any distractions. He’s mostly distance and seemingly uncaring

((note this is after Zane died and Kai ran away from the ninja because of cole and jays bickering, knowing him he wouldn’t be the most excited to be back. His arc should have revolved around coming to terms with lost friendships due to death or distance but that never happens)).

What Kai DOESNT do is immediately fall head over heels for a girl he JUST meet to the point where even when he sees his DEAD FRIEND ALIVE AND WELL he completely ignores that for a girl he meet less then a week ago

This is something JAY would do, not KAI, Kai is a loyal friend who do anything to save his friends, he cherishes them and would fight god to help them with anything they need, he doesn’t forget them for someone new

It also does skylor unjustice as well, but we’ll get there when we get there

2. It adds nothing to the characters and is otherwise never mention again

You know how bad you fuck up a relationship if the best aspect of it is how it’s rarely on screen

Even considering the fact Kailor is just jayas dynamic, the connection between skylor and Kai feels completely non existent or one sided

Most of Kailor revolves around Kai simping for skylor

They have no common interests, common goals, they rarely actually talk outside of lloyds plan to overthrow chen

The whole relationship feels forced every time it’s brought up because of how disconnected they both are to eachother, Kai only likes skylor because she’s hot and that’s it, nothing else about her is actually interesting to Kai in anyway ((again sort out of character for him in this situation))

Skylor and Kai don’t form any genuine bond with eachother, it feels hallow and empty

Let’s compare this to lava, wait no that would be to easy, let’s compare this to pixane

Pixal and Zane both genuinely like and respect eachother, they both share bonds outside of being robots, they both care about eachother enough to know when they’re uncomfortable or need help

Kailor is barely mentioned past s4 and most of it in s4 is Kai being a creep

Oh yeah let’s get to that

3. It’s really really creepy

Im sorry I don’t find incest jokes funny ninjago, it’s just really uncomfortable and creepy

Hopefully this goes without saying but Kai thinking skylor is hot, figuring out they might be related and no longer finding her hot, and then finding out they aren’t and thinking she’s hot is really weird and creepy

Not to mention scenes like, Kai looking into her room without her knowledge or consent

Or Kai fighting people for her when it’s not necessary

Or him trying to impress her everytime he sees her

This isn’t cute or funny, it’s gross, privacy invading, and overall just very creepy and uncomfortable and most definitely not healthy

Again, this is REALLY out of character for Kai, Kai knows when to back off and respect people’s privacy

Literally the season before this he didn’t get involved in the love triangle probably because he knew that would make Nya’s situation worse

So for him to suddenly become this privacy evading perv is so grossly out of character for him and makes the whole relationship feel off and unhealthy

And finally

4. The whole thing is misogynistic

During this entire thing skylor doesn’t get a choice in the show once, she follows the commands of her dad before Kai tells her not to like her dad and follows his lead.

She doesn’t come to disliking her dad by her own thought, she was told to by Kai

She doesn’t get to do anything that SHE actually wants to do until LITERALLY the VERY END

She’s told by guys around her what she should do constantly, even without her being a love interest that’s just screams misogynistic to me ((Afab speaking anyways))

Everything about her character, down to the way she talks, who she’s allied with, and even sometimes how she looks is determined by male characters

Conclusion

If canon ships were shrek movies then kailor is easily shrek the third, a constant tired unfunny mess that caused everyone to think that these ships were shit ((to be fair Jaya is kinda bad to but at least it tired to get better))

There’s nothing redeeming about it to me, every time it’s viewed in a romantic setting it makes me groan or upset

What’s even more frustrating is how people constantly say lava can’t be canon because of it

Im going to go on a side tangent so you can just skip this part as it doesn’t add any actual substance to my argument

But it’s so frustrating to see people say that

Cole and Kai have had a much healthier relationship and would be a lot better for there characters

But no, this stupid misogynistic creepy ship where one side isn’t even consententing to it half the time is the one that has to stay canon because “it’s what the creators intended”

Lava isn’t the superior possibly canon relationship because it’s gay, it’s superior because it’s closer to a healthy working relationship in show then kailor has been ((fanon lava and kailor doesn’t count here because they’re isn’t any better fanon ship, Im just talking about in show))

But no it can’t be canon and it’s unfair for people to want it to be canon because tommy created this rlly shitty straight relationship for Kai instead

TLDR; fuck kailor

Made me lose!

Pairing: Kenma x Gamer!Reader

Pronouns: male; he/him

Warning: established relationship

Description: waiting for your boyfriend to finish his overwatch match isnt that bad if you get kisses in between right?

Note: more of a drabble but it's a cute scenario so its okay </3 also i played overwatch before writing this can you tell-

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The sound of feet padding the floor rang through the shared apartment of Kenma and his boyfriend.

But Kenmas boyfriend heard nothing of the sort and didn't even pay one ounce of attention when he entered the living room.

Headphones plugged in and fingers swiftly clicking and moving sticks and buttons on his controller he barely noticed the approaching figure.

Eyes trained on the tv in front of him, tongue poking out when he was seriously into the game, he was a little startled to see Kenma.

Kenma stands behind the couch, putting his hands on your tense shoulders

"Get off overwatch and cuddle me" he says, determination in his voice to make you get off the couch and give him his well deserved affection

"I cant right now" you say, being cautious that you don't accidently start speaking on your microphone

"Please", he starts to pout tucking his head into your shoulder, your hair tickling his nose

"Come on i didn't say anything when you were playing animal crossing" you say grunting, the extra weight on your shoulder keeping you distracted from helping your teammates

Who, may i add, are being very toxic right at the moment

"Well that's because you just swooped me up and started cuddling me the last time i was playing. I was having a conversation with Flick and you ruined it." he says with a huff and crosses his arms, untucking his head from your shoulder and deciding to go sit beside you on the couch

You pause your movements on your controller for just one second

"Okay fair..but first, you didn't stop me and second, im in a comp match right now. Can it wait?"

"No, it can't wait"

You sigh heavily, round one finally finished and the game immediately going to round two

In the few seconds you had to prepare for your next match you grab kenmas waist and drag him onto your lap, at first he was surprised but he was haply he at least got some attention from you

You grab your controller again and even though your headphones were blasting you still were able to hear the happy sigh coming from kenma when you dragged him onto your lap.

Tucking his head back into your shoulder he hums and starts playing with the ends of your hair, ruffling it up and tucking on it to distract you from the game

Seeing your head fall back just a tiny bit and your small grunt makes him give out a small chuckle, continuing playing with your hair and trying to make you cuddle him back

The screams and yelling from your teammates can be heard even through your headphones, at this point kenma is worried for your poor ears and tries to lower the volume for you

He jumps when he hears your own voice talking through the mic forgetting that you were also in the voice chat

Sometimes he wonders how you can just start leading the whole team, its difficult for him to lead in multiplayer most of the time

Thats why he usually plays single player games

But then he remembers you've been playing since you were thirteen and you usually don't talk in comp.

He looks back at your face and traces any and every imperfections on your face, even though to him they weren't imperfections

You give him a smile still whilst looking at the tv screen.

He cups your cheek gaining your attention, you finally stop looking at the screen and he takes this opportunity to capture your lips in a kiss

Wrapping your arms around his waist was kind of hard when you had a controller on you and your headphones tangled but you managed

Kenma doesent care though and decides to tangle his hands in your hair, deepening the kiss and making you drop your controller and headset

You lowkey make out until you hear the notification blasting in both of your guys's ears that you're about to get kicked out of the match for inactivity.

For once your high volume saved your game play.

You swiftly grab the controller and start moving your character so you don't get kicked out, kenma almost falling off your lap in the process

"You made me die" you say with a pout when you look back at the tv and see your character back in the main lobby

Kenma only chuckles and goes back to playing with your hair

Somehow you still won the game even though you were basically throwing the whole match.

When 'player of the game' is shown on screen showing off your username and the clip of you getting the whole team.

You both laugh hard when at the end of the clip you can clearly see your character stop moving completely, others wouldn't know why but it was because of the kiss that you and kenma shared

"Im gunna make you pay for that you know" you say looking at kenma and playfully glaring at me

He only laughs as you pick him up and start walking to your shared bedroom

You attack his face and neck with kisses everywhere, knowing how ticklish he is he basically yells when you start to do so

Getting to the bedroom you stop your onslaught of kisses in exchange for a deep kiss.

"In what way are you going to make me pay because looking at where we're going its making me think of things-" he says when you pull apart from each other

"shUSH SHUT UP", you say while gay panicking. God this man really wanted to make you hella frustrated huh.

You still love him regardless though and you both giggle as you fall onto the bed.

[1018 words; august/7/2020]

Robin, Aqualad and Artemis redesign from the Young Justice animated series! Im thinking about doing all of them also Artemis and Robin are a little messier bc I did them a couple months ago when I just finished my rewatch. Notes about each under the cut! 

Robin:  - first choice: I got rid of the toe shoes, Im sorry who thought it was a good idea to give him toe shoes?? I have him with shoes that elude more to an acrobat  - thats a general note too: I tried to keep the elements that felt acrobat-y and also the more “boyish” elements- like the short sleeves those are cute - overall the original look I didnt feel I needed to change much? I just wanted to make it look more sleek? I love the clunky gloves in the original though! also the cape!!   - weird choice but I removed the little R which didnt really have much purpose other then making things less crowded but I could probably put it back   - Im trans so I say hes trans, there isnt much I changed for that except I figured I’d shift to be an outfit that would make the body more masculine? basically thinking about what I think when Im getting dressed   - idk I also made the cape “sharper” or gave it more of a distinct cape? this is in part to contrast my Miss Martian redesign but also to allude to the bat of course    - his gloves still have the same function as they did before with being able to project his little screen thing bc that was cool!   - I gave him messier hair then I would’ve otherwise to give that contrast between Robin- Robin out of unifrom- and Dick Grayson (I have a Masks ttrpg character that is a Janus so that was just on my mind)   - gotta keep the mischievous grin (peter pan ass looking motherfucker) and the domino mask!  Aqualad:  - did yall know that electric eels dont have gills! yeah thought in his original design he is kind of supposed to have an eel vibe to it? I tried to lean into that more (also for eel facts I was like rapidly texting my roommate whose majoring in Ocean Science about how confusing and strange they are, he was helpful lol) - the eel shifts can be seen in the way I made his look more “stripe-y” (with the chest part) and adding in the blue to contrast  - he didnt have a mask before and I get that isnt too important but I thought giving him like a “paint” mask might be fun and look cool, SPEAKING OF PAINT... - with the eel choice I decided that it might be cool for his arm marking to be like electroconducive paint or whatever idk Im majoring in ecology not majoring in engineering or physics (im also looking at his original design and feeling like a dumbass for him no longer having eels on his hands :’()  - im mlm and so I think he should be mlm from the start, just a cool older gay for robin to look up too, that isnt important to his design but I think its important in my heart - I gave him shoes, I took on seminar on parasitology this semester and his bare feet just make me so worried about him getting an infection- they are shoes for swimming though! (or he can just pop them off if he wants to use his... toe fins- hes running around on land though he needs shoes)  - w/ the hair I get his atlantian but I know that giving a darker skinned character light eyes and hair to imply “magic” or whatever isn’t a great trope so I wanted to give him a different hair style but I also thought the idea that he bleached them just cause he wanted to might be cool. He also has brown eyes (whoops noticing I left the rest of the eye blue though)   - he gets little earrings  - I didnt like that he has the U shape as like a little belt so I decided to encorporate it into the rest of the outfit- his look is also based off a wet suit!!  - trying to think if Im forgetting anything.... OH I gave him a swimmers body too!! so broader shoulders from swimming!!  Artemis:  - like Aqualad she bleaches her hair too, I like to think she does it in like a rebellious teen way? idk maybe her and Aqualad can bond by them doing it together  - I took away the completely low wasted pants... idk they just felt a little weird if that makes sense...   - I also made her top more of a sports bra, then instead of just slapping and arrow on there I made it apart of the top  - her old mask lowkey felt strange to me??? I was talking w a friend and she pointed at that it feels like a cheesy bank robber mask? (like ski cap with holes) which maybe was intentional to like... ellude to her family and that “untrustwothy”ness??? idk I decided to make it cover her mouth instead to lean into that- it also connected to how both Cheshire and Sportsmaster have full face masks (I havent finished my KF and SB redesign but I dont think theyll have masks that cover the mouths so it singles her out)  - also the part of her mask that pulls her hair back is now like traditional art of the Goddess Artemis which I feel was under utilized in her original design? thats also why I gave her a cool braid instead of a pony tail! (I also feel like its a little more practical idk does it make her seem horse girl-ish)- I also made her boots distantly resemble thoughs  -shes also trans, bc like Robin I say she is- also it’d be funny for her and robin to bond over being “the team non-metahumans, who are both trans and both love Wally West”   - On that note thought I tried to make her look different from Robin and I also gave her nice abs bc she has cropped clothing which nicely show it off  - body type wise shes a little lean and lanky  - I got rid of her weird belt replacing it with a belt that repeats the overall triangle/arrow motif repeating throughout her fit    - gloves function as those little arm guard things you have if you are doing archery- I tried to make those look more functioning also cooler bc they kind of just gave me a strange vibe in the original  I think thats all I have! idk I feel like this might flop but TBH Im having alot of fun w it and Ive been talking to an old friend whose watching it for the first time which makes me really happy! Also these arent to say the original designs are bad I just wanted to take my own crack at reworking them!- OH wait- heres my height chart for these three, Aqualad and Artemis are the same height around 5′10″-6′0″ and robin is around 5′3″-5′5″ he was originally taller then I looked at my line up and was like “shoot everyone is too tall” so I adjusted him so I could bump down Meghan, Wally, and Zantanna a little without making everyone too short (if that makes sense) 

THE NEW KID: Leaving

Ch. 1

The New Kid Masterlist

-This is going to be a series so I’m going to do my best so that you may read it in any order.  Also, I’m going to apologize in advance for my writing, any tips are appreciated. 

Pairing: Peter x Lesbian!reader (Platonic duh)

Genre: ANGST, fluff

Warnings: Homophobia (being kicked out), mentions of death, vague mention of suicide, general angst, swearing (I swear fuck is like the only one I know smh)

Description: Reader gets kicked out by her homophobic parents, Peter invites her to stay with him, and reader reflects on her and Peter’s relationship.  

-Takes place after far from home and Gamora, Vision, Loki, Heimdall, Nat, and Tony are still alive, Steve didn’t leave, and Mysterio didn’t reveal Peter as Spiderman. (aka my dream MCU)

Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath.

Word Count: 2,350 

“You can stay the night but, in the morning, you have to leave” You could feel it all, the disgust, the anger, the sadness. Every bit of what they were feeling was being thrown at you.  You didn’t even get to tell them about your powers.  You thought that maybe they would understand that maybe they would love you enough… but they didn’t.  You were in shock; your parents were throwing you out because you like girls.  You made your way back to your room to pack the essentials and figure out where you would go. Peter. He had told you before that if this happed or if you ever needed to you could stay with him.

(Y/n): Does the offer still stand

Peter: you told them?

(Y/n): yeah… theyre kicking me out 

Peter: Im so sorry

     You and Peter first met through Instagram almost a year ago.  He posted some picture of him and Ned posing with a LEGO model of the Death Star. You decided you had nothing to lose so you messaged him.  That was that easiest friend you had ever made, and he was the only friend you had now.  

You got to know each other over the months, you would text and facetime, sometimes you would play Minecraft or Animal Crossing or whatever game you both had your hands on. You would talk for hours about Star Wars, video games, and even The Avengers.  It was amazing. Then you told him.

“I’m gay”

He looked shocked at first, which scared you a little, then his shocked expression morphed into a grin.

“Now, I have someone else I can talk about girls to.”

You laughed tears forming in your eyes. You felt a huge weight come off your chest.  He told you about MJ and how he planned to ask her out during the trip to Europe. You told him about your huge crush on Captain Marvel and it was perfect. You had someone who loved you for you and didn’t want anything more or less, someone you could tell everything to.

* * * * *

     “Oh my god,” you thought to yourself as you put it altogether.  You felt like you were going to faint or throw up or both.

Night monkey on tv had the same powers as spiderman, spiderman was from New York, and Peter was from New York…  The late nights, the weird bruises, and cuts, injures; him suddenly having to leave out of nowhere. Every bit of it made sense.  Peter Parker is Spider-Man. Your best friend is fucking Spider-Man.

At first you were shocked, then you were excited, then you were scared. You rushed to your phone to call him. You dialed his number and nothing... no answer. That’s when the panic started. 

(Y/n): Are you okay?

There was no answer for minutes then hours. You were really panicking now, he usually texted back within ten minutes, but it was now six hours later. 

(Y/n): I saw what happened are you ok

(Y/n): Pete youre scaring me please text me

You couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything, all you could think about was him.  Is he alive? Is he injured? Did he lose his phone? These thoughts swirled in your head; you couldn’t breathe.  Finally, fifteen hours later you heard a ding.

Peter: Im ok my phone died

(Y/n): Can you call me

Peter: Sorry Im getting on the plane to head home can I call you then?

(Y/n): yeah

Your panic calmed and you felt like you could breathe again but the fear and the anger were still there.  You were furious not that he didn’t tell you, you couldn’t care less about that there were still plenty of things that you hadn’t told him yet.  But you were furious at the universe, that your friend could die, that your friend could be taken away again.  That you could lose that person that helped keep you stable, help keep you grounded.  You couldn’t lose someone like that again, the last one almost killed you and losing Peter would destroy you.

Ten hours later he FaceTimed you.

“Hey, sorry about not answering.  My phone died and all this stuff happened and- “

“Are you Spider-Man?” 

“Wh-what?” He was shocked, another one of his friends figured it out. He couldn’t believe it.

“Are. You. Spider-Man.” You replied bluntly with your brows furrowed. You could barely keep the tears from flowing out.

He let out a sigh shaking his head, seeing no reason to lie so he nodded, “Yeah.”

“Are you okay?” you breathed out. 

He looked up back at the screen confused, “Y-yeah I’m okay. I have a few scratches but nothing bad.”

“You could’ve died,” you grunted as your breath began to pick up.

“I’m okay Y/n. It’s ok,” he looked at you confused but mostly concerned because you were usually level.  You tried your best to hide your negative emotions from others, so he only ever saw you smiling.

“NO! No, it’s not okay! You could’ve died. I could’ve lost you; I could’ve lost my best friend AGAIN. Two best friends in two years. I barely survived when she… I-I don’t even know what would happen if I lost you, too!” You were crying, you didn’t even notice, you didn’t even care.

He froze, not knowing what to say not knowing what to do.  He just looked at you. He didn’t know that you never talked about your friends, he assumed you had them. He just thought you would open up when you were ready, but he never predicted this.

“Y/n, I-I’m okay. I’m alive and I am safe. I promise you that- that I’m going to be okay.” He just stared at the screen again. “Do you… want to talk about her.”

“You would’ve liked her,” you smiled while the tears were still streaming down your face.  “Ava was the most stubborn person on the planet.  She was kind… and talented… she was so smart… she wanted to go and help animals that are going extinct. She was my everything... and then she… she was gone.” You sobbed uncontrollably, not even stopping to breathe.

You’d never cried for her before, when you had found out it destroyed you.  You were numb to everything, but you hid it with a smile always saying you were fine.  Then you met Peter, he saved you and he didn’t even know it.  He helped you feel ok again.  He helped you feel alive again instead of a walking corpse.

“Y/n, you need to breathe.” You heard through the phone that was now lying on the bed as you continued to sob. “Please, just breathe.”

All that he wanted to do was hold you and comfort you, he knew what it felt like to lose someone. He knew that pain and wanted to help you but all he could do was talk and listen so that’s what he did.

You collected yourself, it took a while, but you did it.  “I’m breathing,” you said letting out a slight chuckle.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked with worried eyes.

“Will you- could you just stay with me, till I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

      You called him the next day asking about Spider-Man.  You asked how his powers worked, how long he had them, how his web shooters worked and how he made them, you even asked if the Start Internship was really just¬¬¬ him being Spider-Man. He answered every question you had and then some.

“Um, I have something to confess,” you said nervously, “I have…powers, too.” 

‘WHAT,” he screamed from excitement while jumping out of his chair.  “You have powers, too,” he said with wide eyes and a huge grin.

You went on to explain your powers of telepathy, healing, and empathy.  You told him as much as you knew about them and how you didn’t know their limits yet.  He just listened and grinned at every word you said.  

“Can I tell Mr. Stark about you powers?”

“What?!?!”

“I already talk about you enough to him.  Can I tell him about you powers? He might be able to make you something to help you.”

“You talk about me to Tony fucking Stark?!?!?”

“Yeah, you’re my best friend. Of course, I talk about you. So, can I tell him.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can tell IRON MAN about my powers.”

     Life went on from there, you continued to talk to him like normal.  Nothing had come up from him telling Stark about your powers or at least nothing yet.  You had grown closer and you would talk about when you had a bad day, and he would tell you about his friendly neighborhood adventures.  Then Christmas came and a few days later you deiced to come out to your parents…

* * * * * * 

      Next thing you knew you were on a plane headed to New York then you were in a taxi headed to Peter’s apartment.  You couldn’t stop thinking about how they felt: disgust, anger, and greatest of all sadness.  You felt this relief of finally being able to be your self but also the terrible pain of your parents abandoning you.  You somehow made it through the plane and the taxi without crying.

Then there he was standing outside of your taxi, smiling with sad eyes. He quickly got your suitcase out of the trunk while you got out of taxi and put on your backpack.  When the taxi drove away you both just stood there for a moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say or do. There was a rush of emotions from both of you: happiness, excitement, and most of all sadness.  Peter was mourning with you.

He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your body in a tight, welcomed embrace.  It was then when tears streamed down your face. You sobbed into his shoulder and neck for what seemed like days.  Then he pulled away, “Let’s go inside.” 

When he opened the door there was Aunt May, the only interactions you had with her where quick hellos or stupid jokes you told her about Peter.  So, it was nice to actually meet her.  She gave you a soft hug as soon as you came in the door.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here,” you said pulling out of the hug.  “I promise I will pull my weight and get a job as soon as I can.”

“Of course, sweetheart, all of Peter’s friends are welcome here and don’t worry about that right now we can talk about it in a few weeks. For now, you guys do what you want, and I got some work I gotta do so I will see guys in a few hours.” She gave your hand a squeeze, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

You put your backpack on the couch, what was going to be your bed for a little while and sat down putting your face in your hands.  Peter put your suitcase up against the wall, then he sat down next to you putting his hand on your back.  

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You started to sob again. Peter just wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest.  You cried and cried and cried.  Eventually you fell asleep.

     The next few days were rough for you.  The first two were full of tears and crying but also full of laughing and smiling. The third day you were there was New Years Eve, Peter asked you if you wanted to go to see the ball drop, you declined.  You told him the large crowd would probably overwhelm your powers and that some alone time would be nice.  Peter understood so he went with MJ and Ned while Aunt May went to a party.  

It was nice to be alone.  You cried again but for most of the night you just laid there thinking of everything and thinking of nothing.  You were worn out and fell asleep before the clock struck twelve.

You woke up early the next day, which was a little weird, but it was nice.  When peter woke up, he deiced to show you around.  He didn’t show you the big touristy places, but he showed you where he would watch for thieves, where he got sandwiches, or donuts, or ice cream.  You just enjoyed the day doing nothing important at all.  

The day after that he invited MJ and Ned over.  You had never talked to them much less met them.  You were nervous and excited so Peter eased your fears and told you that, “They will love you.”  And they did, it went amazingly.  They were both huge nerds just like you and Peter.  Ned was loud and very vocal; his laugh could shake the world.  MJ on the other hand was quiet, only speaking up when she felt it was needed.  She was a lot like you, but she didn’t hide behind smiles like you did, she showed everything she felt even if it wasn’t very loudly. You got why Peter liked her, they fit like a glove.  

Most of the night was filled with laughter and smiling.  You played video games, board games, harassed Peter, and overall had a nice time.  A few times you could’ve sworn you felt a pinch of jealousy from MJ, which brought you some comfort and reassurance towards Peter.  It meant that he hadn’t outed you to MJ which you appreciated.  You felt comfortable and safe for once, you didn’t feel afraid to talk about whatever for once.  They left right before midnight, both with smiles on their faces as they did.

“We gotta go to bed,” Peter grinned. “I got some big plans for your birthday tomorrow.”

You had forgotten, tomorrow’s your birthday, you’re turning seventeen.  You nodded and smiled at him.  You were tempted to read his mind and find out what the surprise was but decided it might be better to just go along with it.  So, you changed into your PJ’s and fell asleep on Peter’s couch.

Next Chapter

Arriving

Station 19 returns in a little over 2 weeks so im going to try to finish my rewatch this week.

Im doing todays rewatch while my daughter plays we'll see if i can work this out.

This is one one of my favorite episodes but im liable to cry watching it again.

Ugh dixon why cant we have lost him this season.

I love the family talks between the crew to start the episode and jack with his seemingly random trivia/information that he just feels like educating his team about.

Poor vic you can see how much she is struggling as the news is on and her crew discusses protesting and police brutality.

I love what Montgomery says that things felt different right after george floyd and breonna taylor were killed, like something was going to change. But now a year plus out i cant help but feel like nothing is really changing, like we all forgot what we saw.

I do love their shirts.

Oh maya trying to navigate being there for her team, doing whats right and whats expected of her. I don't envy her. Also its all in vain and she came so far and is the best captain.

Hughes wanting to change the subject and celebrate marina's engagement, i love her but my heart hurts for her. I also love the support for maya from her team.

I know some fans take issue with vic calling it a lesbian wedding but im onebof those who isnt. That comes from a bisexual woman married to a bisexual woman who normally just tells people she is gay or a lesbian because ita simpler. And also because you can sometimes avoid the inevitable question of why did i choose a woman instead of a man.

I love the i could barely agree to get carina to marriage line and i dont know why.

There's hererra eating away lol; either they just had fun messing with fans or really planned the long game pregnancy. Is it possible we'll see glimpses of her pregnancy in flashbacks this season and then she'll have a baby in present day. This could've been their way of getting around having to film a pregnancy over the course of a season and keeping andy in the action. Hmmm

Vic and travis, i love them. Im glad travis trying to get vic to open up. I just want to hug vic so much, i cant imagine what she's going through.

Barrett kills this episode.

Bishop is right, vic cant be objective she needs to foucs on her family and trust her team.

I love watching maya captain.

Asshole kids.

Vic talking about her team is love. In light of the following episode i wish we could've had them all be introduced to her folks on screen. Also i need fics of how the wedding came to be at the restuarant and just marina month apart after becoming engaged.

Ugh between the popo and news its like vultures outside the fire. Also the portrayal of the news pisses me off as a news producer. Thats not to say some news stations may have agendas or some reporters an inability to seperate themselves from the story but in my experience that is few and far between.

"Fire" "whatever your question is the answer is fire and we are working to put it out" ugh i love the bde and quote from maya. And the "buhbye" so much love here.

These officers are out of line, if you cant do your job properly then hand in your badge you pos. Love the female officer here, ill take more of her. Clearly she has no issue with the station or the lawsuit.

Im glad dean listened to maya and didnt question her. I also just realized she said "ill deal with pd", such a good captain putting herself between the pos and her team.

As maya watches vic and her family you can just see her heart going out to them.

Ugh vic you need all the hugs, also mama hughes is so stubborn lol but i love her.

I love them ribbing on andy about eating and her choice of food as well as her loud stomach rumbles.

Too much bad news delivered by emails/texts to the team.

Its not fair the team seems upset with maya about the city's decision.

Perv andy lol also totally pregnant. Also the look she gave sullivan when they were on their way to the fire just screamed i know im pregnant and love my baby daddy.

Theo means well and im glad travis is letting him help.

Sometimes moms say things and mean well but they just dont come across right.

Stupid news reporter.

I love this scene and mama hughes. "Let it burn" so succinct. She is an icon. The recitement of the names never fails to bring tears to my eyes.

That her parents know the names rings differently for vic, its like she feels seen amd that maybe they werent as unaware as they came across.

Jack seems so lost and is just trying to understand the world and himself. I just want him to find his purpose and happiness. I swear it just seems like he'll be the next person killed off after finding his happiness.

I love the boards dedicated to vic, just goes to show sometimes parents care more than they seem and are just not good at showing it. They are so proud of her.

Them both telling just a second made me chuckle so much.

The apology may not bring back michael but its important none the less.

Im glad maya checked on dean. And the solution they came up with. Side note danielle looks so good in this scene, i may have a crush.

Fhe breath she takes when he stops her from leaving, it hurts me. I take it as she is bracing herself for the worst especially when he says he doesnt want to be disrespectful. Its still hard for her to believe she has the teams unwavering support. I love dean telling maya to have a wedding for her station.

The breaking the plates scene i love it. Love the conversations between vic and her mom.

The breaking of the plates, such love.

Modern!Jaskier x Reader Ship Meme

Prompts taken from this ship meme

Which one texts like a straight white boy?: Of course it would have to be our resident white boy. It isn’t even that he necessarily means to, there’s just an embarrassing amount of overlap between the messages a straight white boy tends to text, and those of your rising star boyfriend. You’d look more into it if it weren’t for the fact that you know there’s no actual malice in it, and because it’s just so sad that it’s funny. If one were to go into the photos saved on your phone, they would’ve surely come upon an entire album of screenshots you’d taken over the years, from when Jaskier would be on tour without you to when he’d just be resting at home while you were out at work. Things like: “Wat r u up to 2nit, cutie? ;)” “I’m probably just gonna play whatever’s on my Watch Later backlog on youtube until I conk out.” “Wild!!! anyway wat would u do if i was there rn~?” Or “Do u miss me? :(” “Of course I do ya dingus!” “Ok....Can we do a quickie over videochat?” “Jas i’m at the store.” “The point still stands.” Or “Watcha thinkin bout? ;)” “About how The Great Gatsby becoming public domain means there’s nothing stopping anyone from making a drag show interpretation called The Gay Dragsby.” “Aaww w/o me? ;)” “...” “WAIT NO I THOUGT YOU’D SAY YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT ME SHIT NO.” “BUT ACTUALLY DO GO ON IM KINDA INTERESTD.” If it were anybody else, you would’ve blocked them. But this wasn’t anybody else. It was your Jaskier: Your foolhardy, constantly horny, but never-short-of-loving Jaskier. And besides, not for nothing, at least they were something you could get a laugh out of.

Which one cried during a fucking Disney movie?: Once again, Jaskier is the guilty party. It’s no secret that he’s the more emotional of the two of you -- he wore his investment in Titanic with pride, after all. But it is a secret that the particular Disney movie to make him cry was Hercules of all things! Not Bambi, not The Lion King, not even Beauty and the Beast, but goddamn Hercules! (On another note, he also cried to Coco. But that barely counts: Literally everyone and their mother has cried during Coco. The only difference here was that Jaskier could relate to being a young man so in love with music while coming from a family that discouraged the pursuit of it.) This isn’t a knock on anyone who enjoys the movie, mind you, but let’s be honest: Out of the Disney animated canon, Hercules isn’t exactly the most . . . emotionally cathartic or heart-string-plucking of the bunch. But just because it didn’t go out of its way to create a crying frenzy doesn’t mean that it’s lacking in some humanity. It is, after all, still a Disney film. The problem is, Jaskier can’t even quite express why it made him cry the night you both decided to watch it. Maybe it had something to do with a young man most people took as a joke trying to achieve greatness? And to be fair, “Go the Distance (Reprise)” and “A Star is Born” differently when you’ve done some growing . . .

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?: It only happened once, but you’d never let him live it down. You like to joke that you’d left him to his own devices for just fifteen minutes so that you could take a shower -- of which was completely true -- and that was all he needed for things to go downhill. Nobody wants to think they’d be in the wrong for trusting a 20-something year-old to not be his usually somewhat distractable self. But that particular day, said 20-something year-old decided to occupy that little spot of time to himself with TV and a plate of leftovers. And normally this would’ve been fine and dandy. But normally, Jaskier would’ve just waited for the food to heat before searching for something to watch. It shouldn’t have been too big of an issue that it went the other way around that day, but apparently it was. As much as he wanted to (which honestly wasn’t by much), Jaskier just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the images flashing on the TV. The baby blues were set on the screen the entire while -- up until he heard a faint popping. Followed by a sound he normally only heard in a cheesy sci-fi movie. The problem was, he wasn’t watching anything even remotely science-fiction-y . . . All you were doing when you exited the bathroom was going to grab your lotion. That was literally all you had any expectations for. What you hadn’t expected to come upon was your boyfriend, hollering and diving over the sofa in order to scramble into the kitchen and stop that strange, not-good-sounding sound. Suffice to say, you had to put your shower on hold; it simply had to wait for you to finish fussing, then again for you to finish laughing your ass off. And again because if you entered the shower still laughing, you’d probably slip and break your head open and then Jaskier would have to deal with another possible emergency caused by himself.

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who?” thing?: You can both be guilty of it, but Jaskier without a doubt does it more. Sometimes he’ll emerge from “his cave” (aka the little nook in the apartment where he likes to mess around and write lyrics or arrangements) on a break and catch an unsuspecting you sitting on the couch or at the dinner table. Other times, it could just be when he comes back from running some errands or doing a quick interview at the local radio station. You don’t mind it much . . . Especially since you can get a rise out of him by purposefully guessing the wrong person. (“Hmmm . . . Could it be . . . my mail-order husband? Boy, that was quick. And all the way from Russia, too . . .” “Uh, no.” “The milkman, finally accepting my invitation to commence a torrid love affair?” “Okay, you know damn well -- ” “Or better yet: My hopes and dreams have manifested, oh, Waluigi, could it really and truly be you!?” “What in the absolute fuck --”)

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?: Because it’s usually himself who presents as being the more mischievous of the two, and because he tends to run the warmest, it always shocks Jaskier when you decide to play dirty and put your cold limbs all over him. Is it childish? Yes. But are his reactions to the sudden feeling of icy flesh hilarious? Also yes. You love to creep up on him when he’s tuning his guitar or scribbling down lyrics, or just minding his own damn business by trying to actually turn in relatively early for once. You love even more to watch him jolt and release the most high-pitched yip a man of his build could ever even joke about making. You’ll still be laughing about it as he scowls at you, cursing your “ghoul hands” and demanding to know if he’s dating a corpse at this point. Of course, no matter how peeved he might be, you can always count on one other thing from his dramatic reactions: Him huffily grabbing your hands into his own and rubbing them warm, or him forcing a park of fuzzy socks on your feet. And just for extra measure, you can be sure that he’ll spend the rest of the night holding you close or cuddling you -- “For exchanging bodily heat purposes,” he will always reason.

Who had that embarrassing reality TV marathon?: You both are guilty of it, actually. The question should really be, who is the least shameful about it. As with most things regarding a lack of shame, it was, of course, our dear Jaskier. Being a musician with a growing following, the little attention whore just can’t miss out on an opportunity to show himself off to his awaiting public. A rising star with relatability and a taste for trash? People eat that shit up! So you’ve learned to be less surprised every time he decides to liveblog himself watching things like Love Island or any of the 90-Day Fiancee spin-offs. In fact, in more recent times, you’ve come to join in with him, adding your own corresponding Tweets and commentary. Though don’t be too shocked once he starts holding polls and letting the public decide what show the two of you should watch next.

Who laughs more during sex?: You do, completely through Jaskier’s own efforts. Jaskier’s always had a pretty lax view of sex. This didn’t change when he met you, of course, but how he specifically portrayed that laxness did undergo some metamorphosis. Before, the entertainer was much more intent on his bedroom experiences being a display of power and an ability to please. Something dramatic and to be taken seriously. He still sees the importance of satisfaction in the bedroom, mind you, but with you, he can’t help but feel more . . . comfortable. With you, it’s a little more okay if he accidentally makes a dumb noise that in no way can be salvaged as sexy. With you, it’s a little more okay if he struggles to get his or your pants off, or if he struggles with removing your bra. And with you, he’s come to find that he’s a lot more okay with sharing a giggle or being a little more loose about things. It’s fine if your fingers tickle him or if he struggles to think of something proper dirty. But it’s even more fine if you think something he says or does makes you laugh, but not in a way that discredits his efforts. When you laugh, it shows that you’re comfortable with him. Comfortable enough to be with him, and be truly vulnerable. So do forgive him if he can’t help but run his fingers up your sides in a tickling fashion, or sloppily string together an innuendo. He simply loves how golden your laughter sounds, even in the throes of passion, intermingled with sweet whimpers and pleas of his name. How the heave of your chest and rippling of your tummy bumpily sync in with the rhythm of his thrusts . . . He just wants to see your smile, your genuine mirth, and bask in it with you. Besides, it serves as excellent song inspiration for him . . .

Who is the little spoon?: It depends on the sway of the day, really. As a whole, you both take turns without much thought simply because you tend to just fall into your positions. Some days, you just happen to lay into him in a way that makes you the little spoon. Other days, he conks out next to you in a manner that most could consider would make you the big spoon (or jet pack). Neither side really fights how it plays out unless one or the other may feel small and vulnerable, or just plain tired and in need of comfort. You often find yourself playing the role of the more dominating position during those first few days after Jaskier returning home from either a quick tour, or after finishing a long week of hours upon hours in the studio, or whatever kind of press-related nonsense his management team told him he needed to do. For as much as your boyfriend loved the spotlight, the truth was he was still quite capable of burning out and needing time to himself. Or, at the very least, just time with you. Even if that means he’s asleep for most of it, with you clinging to his back as he drifts off into a much-needed sleep. He makes sure to return it tenfold when you need just the same. Sure, your occupation may not be of the same nature as his own, but that didn’t mean you were in any less need of his cuddling. In fact, with him being gone as often as he was, Jaskier couldn’t help but feel almost guilty for not always being able to provide you with the basic comforts of being a constantly present boyfriend. Hence why the moment he would see your fatigued body crossing the threshold of your apartment, he would be all over you, ushering you into a quick shower, followed by a quick and simple dinner or snack, and capped off with him cuddling about you from behind. It didn’t matter if you’d come home right in the middle of a writing frenzy, or even if he’d been in the middle of searching for a breakthrough with an arrangement -- for as vain and bullheaded as Jaskier could be, he knew he owed you at least this much. You already put up with so much of his nonsense; this was quite literally the least he could do, both for you and for himself. Besides, he who was he to fight against the feeling of you wiggling closer into his hold, to deny himself the sound of your soft breathing as you lay yourself vulnerable to him? The fact of the matter is that he simply isn’t. He couldn’t be. Maybe in the beginning when things were still so unsteady and uncertain, but never now, when things had become so . . . well, what he could only describe as being “the both of you”. The both of you, molded and entwined, never wanting to let go. Never planning on it, either.

“Pseudo” Boyfriends (Chapter 4)

Chapter Title: Fucking Stupid= Boi No...

Summery: Patton “pranks” Janus, Janus reacts as expected, Logan is a smart boi, and Virgil is just trying not to die.

Ships: Moceit, Analogical, CriticxSleep

Warning: stupidity, blatant ignorance, hurt feelings, I wanna say misunderstanding but COMMON PATTON! use your brain!, threats, crying, heartbreak

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

(Thank you to my friends @kawaiikat54 and @thefingergunsgirl for helping me with making sure it is angsty enough!)

*im sorry*

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Patton worked on Janus glitter tube until dinner. It’s a long black tube with a yellow snake painted on it and so much detail that it was clear Patton worked on it for hours.

He filled the inside of the tube with glitter, fine glitter, rhinestones, and a note telling Janus how he really feels, that is covered in laughy face emoji stickers.

Having rehearsed what he was going to say afterwards the entire time he was making the tube, Patton deemed himself ready. He gave Virgil a thumbs up before sitting down to eat, and strong willedly ignored Virgil’s violent head shakes and glares.  

When Janus asked Patton what was up with him and Virgil, Patton shrugged and kissed Janus on the cheek, immediately silencing Janus and giving him an internal gay panic.

-_-_-_-

Once Patton woke up, he headed down stairs to work on his minor baby pranks. Besides speaking opposite all day, he has a few other things planned.

He made the most convincing oatmeal-raisin-pretending-to-be-chocolate-chip-cookies ever, downloaded a shattered screen app on his phone, and filled the candy bowl with M&M’s, skittles,

and Reese’s Pieces.

He got Virgil and Critic with the cookies: “Oh, they are totally chocolate chip cookies! I have no idea why they taste like raisins.” Patton said while trying to stifle a giggle.

Virgil got him with a root beer that exploded in his face: “Spppsttt!” Pat sputtered. “Such a refreshing drink! Not shaken up at all.”

Critic deep fried a sponge and Remy fell for it. Logan fell for the cracked screen, and Logan got Virgil by duck tapping an air horn to the wall.

Virgil freaked out and got a panic attack, and Logan freaked out and rushed to comfort Virgil.

As payback, Virgil had Logan look in a microscope, and Logan still has a bit of sharpie left on his face.

Janus fell for Virgil’s pudding and Remy’s mac&cheese orange juice.

Those were just a few of the small pranks. An hour before dinner, Patton decided to but his big plan into action.

Gathering the tube, the camera, and his courage, Patton heads to Janus’s room and knocks on the door.

Janus opens the door and smiles. He invites Patton in, complete oblivious to what is about to happen.

“Hey Snakey! I got you a present! Here you go, open it!”

Patton thrusts the tube into Janus’s hands, and sits on the edge of the bed. Slightly weary, Janus turns the tube over in his hands.

He was in awe at the amount of detail and work Patton clearly put into the present. He saw a string, and pulled at it.

The tube erupted in glitter, and a it. Went. Everywhere.

Janus opens his mouth, but then noticed a piece of paper flittering through the air. He grabs it, looks at Patton, then opens it up.

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‘Dearest Janus,

I know we started this whole dating thing as a charade to make your parents leave you alone, but I want to be... I want this to be real.

You are my best friend, and I love being your best friend, confidant, and movie buddy. I just wish I could be more.

I heard you the other night, when you said you wish that we were real. So do I. So, if you are willing, do you want to be my real, true boyfriend??’

Love your (hopefully) new boyfriend, Patton’

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Janus looked up from the letter, and was trying not to erupt from happiness.  The note is the best thing... he’s ever read in his life! It was written on heart print paper, and the laughing emojis were a nice touch that shows Patton’s personality.

“Do you... do you really mean this?” Janus asks, trying not to break his face in a smile.

“No.”

CRACK! Janus’s swears he just heard his heart shatter. What else could explain the throbbing and PAIN he feels in his chest.

“W-What do you mean no?” Janus asks, voice slightly wobbling.

“It was a joke! I thought that it would be a great way to tell you how I don’t feel. Virgil gave me the idea, and I just kinda ran with it. I’ve thought of you like a mere friend ever since you attacked my beloved ex boyfriend. I’m actually thinking about getting back together with him, because of what you said. So, what do you think about the letter?” Patton kept to his opposite speak, and thought that since Janus already heard him speaking opposite all day, he would figure it out.

Janus stared at Patton for about 5 minutes, not moving, not blinking, and barely breathing.

Then Janus starts laughing, but the laugh terrifies Patton to his core. Right before Janus beat the crap out of Ethan, he laughed the same way he is right now.

“What do I think? Well, I think you are a insensitive sadistic prick who likes to play with peoples feelings and doesn’t know what, OR WHO, is actually good for him. I can’t believe I actually wanted to be yours <or you to be mine(?)>, you are a manipulative little shit, huh? But that’s fine, at least I know how you really feel now.”

Patton paled. Tears started to fill Janus’s eyes, and Patton knew he majorly screwed up.

“Wait, Jan, don’t cry, I-“

“Get out.”

Patton looked at Janus, his heart squeezing in fear and sadness.

“What?”

Janus’s expression shuts off, and he points at the door.

“I said get the fuck out of my room.”

“... Jan...”

“Now Patton. If you wanna go crawling back to Ethan, I won’t stop you. Just don’t call me the next time you end up bleeding and your heart is broken.”

Janus pauses, and then gets an evil gleam in his teary eyes.

“Or do call, that way I can tell you just how much I don’t give a damn. Yes, PLEASE do call, so I can remind you of the friend and the chance you lost with your little... joke. Now get the hell away from me.”

Patton still hesitates, and Janus throws his pillow at him and starts screaming.

“GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY ROOM! And after this weekend, GET OUT OF MY LIFE!”

Patton ran out of the room and into the side guest room, crying and thinking of everything he could have done differently.

Janus collapsed on his bed, flinging the tube across his room and grabbing the note. Just as he was about to rip up the note, he reread it and clutched it to his chest, sobbing about how awful Patton is and how he wishes more than anything in the world that the words on the paper really mean something.

Virgil, who told Logan everything and roped him into eavesdropping on Janus all day, was banging his head against the wall in a fast, repetitive motion.

Logan turned Virgil around, and Virgil started banging his head against Logan’s chest.

“Alright, you go tell uncle Rem and Critic that we aren’t having lunch together, and I’ll call the cake place to see if I can get them to move up the pickup time to 11. That way those idiots only have to suffer till lunch.”

Logan nodded, about to head downstairs, then turned around. “I’m in charge of setting the video this year, why don’t we combine the audio you took of Patton’s plan with the video he’s going to submit?”

Virgil laughed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

“That’s a great idea! You are brilliant, and might have just saved your boyfriend from being murdered!”

They set to work, Patton sent in his video while crying, and Janus passed out from tear exhaustion, still clutching the note.

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Alright, im out.

I'm not a fan of people announcing they are leaving a fandom. But this is for my followers who like to ask me stuff.

I haven't been able to watch the last few episodes of Supergirl but I've seen what's been happening.

I see the latest is Kara being pushed towards William even after saying no, and apparently Alex is once again pushing her towards a man that Alex barely knows anything about. I don't care if they make Kara gay or straight or whatever. But I do care about seeing her with someone she has chemistry with and doesn't actually have to be TOLD she needs to date after she has said no.

I'm also bored of seeing Lena so out of character. If they make Lena go bad now I'll honestly not be all that surprised.

I've lost the will to care what's happening anymore. I don't even care I haven't been able to catch up with the episodes.

I'm actually bored of Kara solving most problems with a Hope speech. Give me some kick ass fight scenes! If I wanted to see Hope speeches and diplomacy win the day i wouldn't be tuning into a superhero show.

I'm also bored of the hate in the Supergirl fandom.

Every week I see demands for more screen time for characters and then when they get that screen time people kick off that they are sharing scenes with the wrong people.

I see demands for plot lines changes and then hate because things aren't going the way these fans want.

I'm not happy with it either, but here is the place for that's not throwing abuse online. We do NOT write the show, we can suggest but we don't write it.

I'm bored of seeing Kara always in the right no matter what the situation and I'm bored of seeing the "heroes" being able to do ANYTHING they want with no consequences while other characters who do the same are condemned.

I'm bored of seeing Lena who had been a hero since she first arrived constantly be teased as a villian and just treated badly with the same recycled plot lines. Everytime Kara saves the day (with LOADS of help) she's hailed as the hero. When Lena does it she is rarely thanked and then it's completely forgotten about while she had to prove herself good that week.

I was under the impressing Kara would be fighting for Lena's soul, what did I get? A few tears and a half assed apology. (But I will give credit where it's due, that reveal was acting brilliantly). An expectation that Lena would be completely fine with this?? Lena once again having information withheld from her which could be useful to her and to her future (the alternate timelines Kara went to) and her willingness to work with Lex. But nooooo! Kara decided to forgive herself and then showed up uninvited on Lena's balcony while she was having tea. Was a complete indifferent ass to her and told her she would treat her like a villian if she acted like one. Instead of, oh I don't know.... TELLING her what just happened with Mxy??? Lena looked freaking perplexed and I don't blame her!

Also Brainy is apparently working for Lex but I see no hate towards him???

What happened to Alex and Lena's friendship? Why didn't Alex go to talk to her? I would have been satisfied if Alex had arrived at Lex Corp and been kicked out. At least she would have TRIED!

So, I'm done for now.

Should things change I hope someone will be gracious enough to let me know.

Fingers crossed things change for the better.

It's been nice interacting with you all ✌

random hcs for the deeply complex modern au i still thinj abt sometimes

neil:

hes in keatings class n hes a peer tutor for one of his lower grade classes AND in mr keatings secret club (dead poets society)

dads still forcing him into a career path n he gets so stressed trying to stay on top of all of his classes n he started emailing mr keating late at night, first it was like Teacher Approved venting but now he sends him memes at 3 am. mr keating always responds.

he n charlie got "married" in kindergarten

endlessly watches howls moving castle. he pretends that he only watches broadway bootlegs or artsy gay films but he literally watches howls moving castle in class all the time

hes on good terms with all his teachers so sometimes hes allowed to just... leave and take a nap in keatings class. keating repurposed the classroom closet to be full of soft things n a quiet space for kids because hes a good goddamn teacher

unironically still listens to be more chill

has a secret tumblr account bc his dad only lets him have a heavily monitored instagram

adores rent but pitts is rhe only one who will watch it Willingly with him anymore bc when he made them all watch it they were all so devastated. charlie didnt talk to him for 3 days

todd:

just moved here, hes neil's neighbor. charlie also lives in the neighbohood, and knox spends more time around there than his own home

his brothers the all star american boy meanwhile todd won the spelling bee in 3rd grade and gets star stickers on his creative writing assignments

has had like 3 interventions from teachers and he has to be like im really not super depressed i promise im just quiet

draws on himself a lot. hes not a spectacular artist but like... neil loves it

unfairly good at soccer but was too anxious to try out for the high school team

rlly rlly likes samurai jack. he keeps it a secret but hes absolutely obsessed

has a tik tok n most of his videos are of the dead poets its very sweet. he manages to get on the weirdest sides of tik tok tho, involving prison tik tok, serial killer tik tok, cartel tik tok, glitchcore tik tok, and one memorable time, bdsm tik tok

half his playlists r full of hozier.

shares his spotify premium with neil

that cool guy at school whos parents dont care about him so he can do whatever but unfortunate hes lame so he does nothing about it

charlie:

tik tok famous

keating lets him grade papers, and doesnt say anything when charlie fixes his friends mistakes, and once let him get away with erasing cameron's name from his paper so he had to redo the assignment

adopts freshmen

advertises parties on his snapchat

throws parties but not at his own house

horror movie fanatic.

obsessed with the sonic movie

his phone is full of selfies and really cursed memes

all his contacts have emojis

calls mr keating mom with confidence

has a massive crush on jim carrey meeks thinks its the funniest shit in the world

on a first name basis with the principals

meeks:

ppl paypal him to do their work for them

goes randonauting with pitts n sometimes charlie

little witch boy, but on the downlow

rlly into bugs

has every single streaming service but also watches more stuff online than charlie does

teaches all the boys abt queer media and teaches underclassmen or anyone who needs to know abt actual sex education despite being ace

office aide so hes rlly tight with the principals

watches a lot of bad tv from the 80s

has a terrible taste in music

eats sticks and rocks and mud

has 2 pet rats. secret rats. their names are rice and piss

says he shoplifts to look cool but has never stolen anything more than 2 dollars

has a rlly overbearing mom like he loves her but jesus christ please get a life other than watching over ur child all the time hes trying to be cool

hosts all the dead poets on holidays when he can. halloween is a blast

cant drive. none of them are very good at it but he doesnt even have a license

pitts:

so mad that thats his name

owns 4 different radios

actually in robotics. all the poets try to come to his matches, despite meeks being the only one who even vaguely understands it

2nd best driver. picks up neil if he ever gets stranded somewhere by his parents. it happens a lot.

owns a car

has been hunting a lot?? he doesnt even like it

bakes for the poets

takes cooking lessons sometimes, he likes to be self sufficient

likes to get into what all his friends r into so he can talk about it with them :) pitts is such a good guy id die for him

always packs snacks n stuff to feed to the boys throughout the day bc neil is physically incapable of eating at lunch time and the rest of them forget a lot

has a respectable amount of twitter and tik tok followers. is unaware of the significance of this. he just likes giving ppl helpful advice

gives good life tips and has high grades but hes stupid. set his hair on fire on a dare but it was mostly an accident. crashed a car into a brick wall. consistently has a burn on his hand

knox:

twitter bio definitely has "sad boy" in it

no thoughts, head empty

disaster in heelys and a cute top

LOVES tik tok

hydroflask full of pepsi

wears skirts bc fuck toxic masculinity

either shows up to school in a fit meant for the met gala or a hoodie and pants that are half on. there is no inbetween.

has tutoring after school like hes not behind in class or struggle too badly but he doesnt grasp what teachers fucking say half the time so they cover what he may have missed. good teachers. ideal world with teachers who care. jk only keating and his math teacher do it meeks helps with science

watched a livestream of a tv screen with the little blue ray video thing bouncing around for 6 hours and missed it when it hit the corner and cried about it for a day and a half

broke his wrist sophmore year in a heely related incident

has a snap score of like 30,000 idk i dont use snapchat i just know ppl who dont shut the fuck abt their snap score being like 30,000

goes thrifting a lot! barely owns fitting clothes

he n chris are bffs she taught him how to skateboard. is skateboard a verb? taught him how to skate using a skateboard

oh yeah. skater girl chris.

has a lot of anxiety about the state of the world anyways hes a vegetarian and tries to be zero waste to manage it. like he knows its corporations but it makes him feel good

plays lacrosse!

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?”

how i would fix voltron (am angry again)

lance keeps the blue lion. what was up with all that 'ohhh the lion chooses jis pilot, need a bond, every pilot has a certain ESSENCE' that they just dropped in s3? bring that back. the blue i knew and loved wouldnt ditch lance just like that.

i wanna know what lances/the blue paladins essence is they never specified that in the first episodes. tell ya boi he needs to hear it.

keith can keep the red lion. he doesng need a leadership arc he sucks as team captain. hes not as obsessed with shiro either.

allura gets the black lion. she already is the leader!! she deserves it! also pink and black would look sick

shiro. actually i really liked his whole evil clone arc, but... my proposal is he stays dead. when he doed they were just like oh yeah lets revive him then and everything went back to normal except he didnt have a lion anymore and barely did anything thats appropriate for such a cool character. so i say: he stays dead. allura tries to rez him but fails. she only manages to keep his soul/spirit which black allows to stay in the... soul bond realm thingie. they can consort shiro within the mental link when they need to, and he gets along with the black lion and helps allura a little when she needs it

coran appreciation hours

lance appreciation hours

seriously lance needs an arc. he already was at 'what if im not good for anything and no one needs me', now he only needs two more episodes to develop and wrap that up and come to a conclusion and then feel better after some character development

seriously lance also needs a backstory arc. pidge got finding matt and finding her dad, hunk got shay, keith got his mom and the blades and shiro, but lance... didnt really get a proper storyline.

please give us a little more pidge and hunk content. theres six main characters they all need their screen time!!

not everything is about keith

lastly, PLEASE MAKE THE CHARACTERS JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER SOMETIMES

like SERIOUSLY when was the last time anyone had a casual conversation or was goofing around or talked about their emotions?? lance saying 'hey you should ditch me' and keith being 'haha what' wasnt very satisfying emotionallly and it was in season 3

lance doesnt end up with allura. seriously shes madr it clear before that she wasnt romantically interested, and that shit came out of nowhere just so lance could have something about him that matters since they forgot to give him character development

(remember the end when everyone got advice and helpful words and encouragement from the previous pilots? and lance just got 'haha take care of my daughter' instead of like. 'be your own person' or 'youre great' and all? im still salty)

make lotor less confusing. either make him betray them once and then get a redemption arc (because he and allura had a p cool dynamic and joint galra/altarian leaders would have been cool) OR make him try to win their trust once and then continue to be a shitty asshole. dont keep switching between the two.

just a few more episodes that care about the characters emotions instead of just politics and large scale battles

narti should have been treated better.

the other two should kiss.

also make everyone gay, and properly, not just in their backstory in a 0.1 background shot

.... at the same time i dont care about romance at all, so dont force it onto the characters

lance.

please let shiro have a break sometimes

yeah i'm mostly upset about lance.

he should have never been ditched by the blue lion that was when everything fell apart.

GIVE LANCE A PROPER ENDING YOU COWARDS. im fine with him staying with his family, thats adorable!! but it needs to come from somewhere! make him go trough a process and character development so the viewers can understand and appreciate his decision!

betrayal

a/n: this did not turn out as i planned. like. at ALL. its too domestic at the end and totally deviates from the theme and also i didnt proofread so. whoops. also all the sections are like super short until the last one???? like i went OFF there. ig i just wanted a happy ending???? anyway ENJOY!!!!

summary: a divorce leads to 8 years of turmoil for henry hart. 771 words

tags: @cactus-con @rorythevambire @mychenrymadness @coolies326 @kiddangers @up-the-tube @bijerbear @chenoahchantel @pearlselegancies @henryhearts @ciara-knightly @an-anxious-gay-mess @im-a-bucketeer @agentbootyreportingforduty (if you ever want to be added/removed, lemme know!!)

Betrayal. That's all Henry could feel as he watched his own father walk out the courtroom doors, arm-im-arm with none other than Ray. His mother had left minutes earlier, trailed by her "tennis coach", Darius. Salty tears rolled down his cheek as he realized that his family would never be the same. Piper walked over to him, and he lifted her onto his hip, like he did when they were younger. No words were spoken - or if they were, he didn't hear them.

~~~~~

Kid Danger was gone a week later. The Mancave only brought him pain. He was the one to take the elevator down that morning. He was the one who saw his dad wearing Ray's bath robe. He was the one who ran off in a fit of tears without a word. He barely heard Ray's "Henry, I can explain," through the elevator doors, but he was already gone. He didn't want an explanation, he didn't want an excuse. He wanted it to be over.

~~~~~

So yes, Henry was mad. He was mad that his mom was sleeping with Darius. He was mad that his dad was sleeping with Captain Man. But he was livid that Ray had let it happen. Ray, who Henry had confided in. Who he told everything to. Who knew Henry's concerns about his family life. And who had ASSURED him that if anything went wrong, the Mancave was always open. But not anymore. Jake had moved into the Mancave, and Henry wanted out.

~~~~~

He fell into a rhythm of sorts. When he was at his mom's, he didn't talk to anyone but his sister. When he was at the Mancave, he talked to Schwoz, Charlotte, and Jasper if they happened to be there, but that was it. Piper did the same. Under different circumstances, it wouldn't be like this. But both of his parents had cheated. Both of them tore the family apart. And right now, he didn't want anything to do with that.

~~~~~

Henry left Swellview as soon as he could. He went to college out of state, and didn't plan on moving back. His relationship with his family improved bit by bit over the years, but never quite made it back to where it had been before. He wasn't sure it ever would. All the lying, the stepping out, going behind each other's backs, not to mention the neglect that happened even before the divorce - it was too much for him.

~~~~~

Henry hadn't been back to Swellview in 6 years. Charlotte had secured a job as a lab assistant out in California while working on her graduate degree. Jasper had started up a Bucket Hut of his own somewhere in Minnesota. Piper was studying fashion out in New York. His dad and Ray kept in touch a little, but stopped trying to invite him back. His mom just stopped talking to him. So really, he had no reason to return. Until he got The Letter. Henry was bringing up the mail that chilly November evening, when he noticed he had something from the Mancave. Save the date! it read. Ray and Jake's wedding. Saturday, April 15, 2028. Be there or be square!

Henry laughed. Of course Ray's save the date would have something cheesy like that. And then he realized.

Ray's wedding.

Ray and Jake's wedding.

His father's wedding. To Ray.

Henry froze. They didn't even bother to tell him. Although, he supposed, I never really gave them the chance. He recalled Ray mentioning he was going to ask Jake something important, but Henry hadn't really been paying attention and never thought anything of it. They really are happy together. And Henry came to a conclusion. He could still be mad that his father cheated. He never had to forgive him for that, and he never had to get over it. But he could still love him, and he could still love Ray. He could go to their wedding and be supportive and love them and be angry. Their relationship was damaged, but not irreparable. It would never be perfect, but it would be something. And so he did something he hadn't done since the divorce 8 years ago - he called the Mancave. His heart raced as the Facetime call rang, but he couldn't help smiling when Ray's face appeared and immediately lit up.

"Honey! It's Henry!" he called behind him. Jake walked on screen, saw Henry, and ran over.

"Henry! How are you?" he asked.

"I'm good, I'm good. I just, y'know, wanted to say... congrats. I'm... I'm happy for you two." Ray put his arm around Jake and grinned, but then looked solemn.

"Hey, Hen, I know things have been weird between us, but, well, we've been wondering..." Ray trailed off.

"Wondering what?" Henry looked concerned.

"We were wondering if... maybe..."

"We want you to be in the wedding!" Jake interrupted.

"W- You- Me? But I-"

"You're my son," said Jake, "and nothing can change that. We deserved that treatment, and if you say no-"

"We totally get it. See, I can interrupt too, babe," Ray joked.

"Listen, you guys..." Ray and Jake looked at Henry with eager anticipation. "I'll totally be your wedding."

"Hey-hey! We did it babe!" Ray threw his hands up in excitement, and quickly kissed Jake. "Now, for the wedding itself..." Ray trailed off into venues and bakers and the officiator, and Henry zoned out a bit. His mind flew in different directions, and he knew he would always be angry, and the relationships would be tense. He wouldn't be returning for good, but he could survive Swellview for one wedding.

Are you taking prompts for Tyrus? If so, could you do one where TJ helps Cyrus to rehearse for a play? thanks, have a lovely day.

All feedback is very much appreciated, but comments and reblogs really make all the difference. Thank you!

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~~~~~

Cyrus is quickly losing his patience. On the opposite end of the Kippens’ couch, Amber is grinning down at her phone, a strand of golden hair twisted around her finger as she giggles at something on the screen – no doubt another text from her ‘mystery’ admirer. Cyrus simply sits there and waits, passively fiddling with the corner of his script as he waits for his friend to snap out of her crush-induced daze.

Without thinking, he lets his eyes drift to the corner of the room, settling on the older boy sitting quietly in a well-worn chair, his nose buried in a book. His hair is a shade darker than Amber’s, but his eyes are the same sea-foam green, with a touch of grey softening the bright hue. He’s never really spoken to Amber’s brother before, apart from a few pleasantries exchanged in passing, but there’s something about TJ Kippen that has always intrigued him…

Just then, the other boy lifts his head, as if sensing Cyrus’ curious eyes. A blush warms Cyrus’ cheeks as he quickly returns his attention to the script in his hands, but not quick enough to miss the hint of a smirk playing on TJ’s lips.

“Are you almost done?” he asks Amber, his words sounding sharper than intended. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees TJ go back to reading his book, and his shoulders slump in relief. “Sorry, I just… I’ve only got a few more days to rehearse, remember? The nerves are starting to kick in.”

Amber glances up from her phone, a sliver of guilt fracturing her lovesick smile. “Sorry, Cy. Just gimme a sec.”

It takes closer to a minute than a second for Amber to finally put her phone down, but Cyrus lets it slide. At least he now has a distraction from the indecipherable looks TJ keeps sneaking him, scorching his skin and quickening his heartbeat. 

As they return to the play, Cyrus can’t ignore the longing glances Amber keeps flicking at her phone. With every new text, her concentration wanes even more, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she visibly fights the urge to throw the script across the room and pick up her phone instead. She’s practically vibrating with the effort to focus, her face pinching tighter and tighter as the incoming texts start to slow down.  

“Amber,” Cyrus says, nudging her leg with his foot. “It’s your line.”

She tears her eyes away from the phone, now blessedly silent, and shakes her head. “Sorry… Where are we?”

“Page 14. Line 38.”

“Oh, right.” She slides a finger down the script, her brow furrowed as she searches for the right line. A few seconds later, she clears her throat and falls back into character. “Thomas,” she says, her voice slightly higher than usual. “I thought you’d never –”

“Nope,” Cyrus cuts her off. “Wrong line.”

“Are you sure?”

Cyrus smooths his face and lifts an eyebrow, his breath catching on the edge of a sigh. “Unless we skipped ahead to the final scene without me realising, I’m pretty sure it’s the wrong line.”

Across the room, TJ snorts, an amused smile nicking the corner of his mouth as he meets Cyrus’ eyes. For a brief moment, something warm and sweet blossoms in his chest, but it’s quickly cooled by the sudden ringing of Amber’s phone. He shoots a glare at his friend, silently warning her not to pick it up, but it’s no use.

“I’m so sorry,” Amber says, shrugging helplessly. “It’s Andi. I have to answer!” Before Cyrus can protest, she throws her script at TJ and picks up her phone, already halfway up the stairs. “Run lines with Cyrus until I’m back, okay?”

TJ frowns. “But –”

“Thank you!”

A flirtatious giggle floats down the stairs in her wake, followed by the sound of her bedroom door closing. Once she’s gone, an awkward silence settles over the room. Cyrus looks over at TJ, his stomach churning as the older boy studies the script now lying in his lap, and forces a smile.

“You don’t really have to run lines with me,” he says, twisting his hands together. “I’ll just wait until she’s back.”

TJ scoffs. “That could be a while.”

“Yeah.” He huffs a laugh, then sighs. “Maybe I should just go…”

“I thought you said you only had a few days to rehearse?”

“I do,” Cyrus says, his heart skipping at the notion of TJ paying attention to what he was saying. “But I can do that by myself. Or I’ll ask my mom to help.” He winces, realising too late how lame that must sound. “Or one of my many friends.”

TJ chuckles, and the sound sends a pleasant shiver down his spine, soothing the aching burn of his cheeks.

“Let me help.”

“I… You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

“But –”

“Scooch over,” TJ says, gently slapping Cyrus’ outstretched legs with his script as he sits down on the couch. When he’s comfortable, he licks his finger and flips through the pages. “Page 14, right?”

Cyrus swallows thickly. “Um… Yeah.”

“You’re Thomas?”

“Yeah.”

“So, I guess I’m… Alice?”

A nervous laugh bubbles in his chest. “You really don’t have to do this.”

“I don’t mind,” TJ insists.

“Are you sure?”

“100%.”

Cyrus hesitates, then breathes a sigh as he settles down and reopens his script. “Okay then… I’ll start from the top.” He coughs to clear his throat, flicking an anxious glance at TJ, and starts to read. “I think we need to talk, Alice.”

“About what?” TJ says, a feminine twinge to his voice.

Cyrus fights back a smile and keeps reading.

They run through the scene fluidly, only stopping to turn pages and share secret smiles over the tops of their scripts. As Thomas confesses his undying love for Alice, and the tone of the play takes a turn into sappy territory, Cyrus feels himself flushing darkly, his voice turning tight and raspy as the two characters begin tossing flirtatious comments at each other.

“Who wrote this play?” TJ asks on the cusp of a laugh, his own cheeks turning pink. “It’s very, uh…”

“Terrible?”

“Well, I wasn’t gonna say it that bluntly, but yeah.”

Cyrus snorts. “A few of the girls in my group are Jane Austen wannabes.”

“Yikes.”

“Yep.” Cyrus scratches the back of his head, the smile slowly dying on his lips as he skims through the upcoming pages of groan-worthy dialogue. “We can stop if you want.”

TJ snaps his head up. “What? No! It’s just starting to get juicy.”

“I thought you said it was terrible?”

“It is, but…”

Across the room, the discarded book lying on the chair TJ was previously sitting in catches his eye, and a teasing grin spreads across his face. There’s a cheesy stock photo of two women in old-fashioned dresses strolling through a park on the cover, with tiny umbrellas held above their bonneted heads.

“Oh,” he says, folding his arms with a quirk of an eyebrow. “I see… You’re a Jane Austen wannabe, too.”

TJ blushes. “It’s my mom’s!”

“Sure.”

“Shut up…”

“Hey, I’m not judging!”

When TJ sees him smirking, he breaks into a smile of his own, playfully kicking Cyrus in the shin as readjusts himself on the couch. “Let’s get back to it.”

“Eager, aren’t we?”

“Ha-ha.”

Cyrus wipes the grin off his face, despite the butterflies still fluttering in his stomach, and tries to focus on the poorly-written script in his hands. They dive back into flirty banter – Austen style – all the while stealing glances at each other, their lips twitching with barely supressed laughter. It’s only when the scene shifts from light to serious that Cyrus feels his palms beginning to sweat.

“You look beautiful in the moonlight,” he says, his voice trembling. Even though the words aren’t directed at TJ, he can still hear his heart pounding against his ribcage as he risks a glance at the other boy, trying to gauge his reaction. “You look beautiful in all lights, of course, but this is different.”

TJ licks his lips. “Different how?”

“Your hair shines,” Cyrus says, his voice a whisper. “Your eyes twinkle like starlight. Your skin glows.” He lifts his head, eyes drifting to TJ’s face once again. His gaze is fixed resolutely on his script, but Cyrus can see the blush creeping up his neck, the ripple of his throat as he swallows, the slight furrow between his brows, the silent murmur of his lips as he follows Cyrus’ lines on the page… “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

TJ freezes, his mouth falling open, and Cyrus realises his mistake: that line isn’t in the script.

“I…” The words die in his throat. He gulps back his embarrassment and tries again, his face starting to burn. “I’m sorry, I just… I-I don’t know where that came from.”

“It’s okay –”

“I got a little carried away, you know?” Cyrus closes his script and gets to his feet, desperately searching for his bag beneath the coffee table. “I think I should go now. Thanks for helping me and everything… I really appreciate it.”

TJ reaches for his arm, but Cyrus shakes him off.

“I’m sorry for making things weird,” he says, tears of humiliation stinging the backs of his eyes. “I don’t know if Amber told you, but I’m gay. Not that you care.” He laughs, completely mortified. “Wow. I just came out to a guy I barely know. This is just getting better and better, isn’t it?”

When TJ reaches for him a second time, he doesn’t miss. His fingers are gentle, but his grip is firm, and he doesn’t take his eyes off Cyrus’ face as he slowly lowers him back onto the couch.

“Calm down,” he says, giving his arm a quick squeeze before letting go. A blinding smile breaks across his face when Cyrus finally meets his eyes. “If you think I’m mad at you for calling me gorgeous, then I must be worse at this than I thought.”

Cyrus frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been flirting with you for the past half an hour, you idiot.”

“What?”

“Okay… I guess I really am bad at this.”

Cyrus shakes his head, trying to steady his racing thoughts. “Are you saying you like me?”

“I have for a while,” TJ admits, shrugging bashfully. “I know we’ve never really talked, but… I’ve seen you around. And you hang out with my sister a lot.” He huffs, one side of his mouth lifting in a crooked smile. “Why do you think I always stay downstairs when you come over? I like being around you.”

“Oh,” Cyrus says, a touch breathless.   

The tension in TJ’s shoulders melts away as Cyrus returns a tentative smile of his own. For a moment, they just sit there, smiling shyly at each on the middle of the couch, their knees deliberately brushing against each other.

“So,” TJ says after a while, his fingers nervously drumming the cool leather between them. “I was thinking… Maybe we could –”

“I’m back!” Amber announces as she bounces down the stairs, her cheeks rosy from her conversation with Andi. When she notices TJ and Cyrus sitting so close, she stalls on the bottom step, her smile morphing into a scowl as she narrows her eyes.  “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing!” Cyrus squeaks, accidentally throwing his script in the air and hitting TJ on the head. He cringes, hiding his face in his hands, and splutters an apology. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, TJ! Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

TJ rubs the back of his head and chuckles. “I think I’ll live.”

“Maybe you should go upstairs now,” Amber says, glaring pointedly at her brother. “We have work to do.”

“Right.” TJ rolls his eyes and gets to his feet, shoving his script into Amber’s hands. He picks up his cheesy Victorian novel and heads towards the stairs, only stopping to cast a gentle smile over his shoulder at Cyrus. “Good luck with the play,” he says, ignoring the daggers Amber is shooting at the side of his head. “I’m sure you’ll do great.”

Cyrus chews his lip and shrugs. “You could come, you know? The tickets are all sold out, but I could sneak you in.” He blushes, immediately doubting himself. “Only if you want to, of course. I mean, the script is pretty terrible, and I’m not exactly the greatest actor in the world, so you really don’t have to –”

“I’m there,” TJ cuts in with another smile, offering him a wink before turning around and disappearing up the stairs.

As soon as he’s gone, Amber throws herself onto the couch and punches Cyrus in the arm. “You’re not allowed to have a crush on my brother, okay? That goes against the rules of friendship!”

“You have way too many rules,” Cyrus says. “And, besides… You’ve been flirting with my best friend all afternoon, so I’d say we’re even.”

Amber opens her mouth to protest, then freezes, a groan escaping her lips. “Okay, that’s fair.”

“Thank you.”

“But you do admit you have a crush on him?”

Cyrus glances at the staircase, the frantic beating of his heart still echoing in his ears as a nervous grin tugs at his lips. “Yeah… I think I do.”

The End.

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