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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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hii! first of all I wanted to tell you that I really love your writing!! :) secondly I have a steve x reader idea:

so steve and the reader are dating and being really cute, happy & touchy and nancy starts to get jealous of them and makes rude comments or tries flirting with steve in front of the reader, and steves shuts her down immediately being all protective and maybe afterwards they could have a talk where he reassures the reader that he only loves them <33

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader

S4 SPOILER FREE

Summary: While helping host a party with Steve, Nancy decides to drink too much and spoil the mood. It causes you to begin slipping into the insecurity of Steve leaving you for Nancy. Luckily, Steve notices and has some words of comfort.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings/tags: Under-age drinking, physical touch, bullying? Kind of?, language, fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request! Although this wasn't quite my cup of tea, writing it was still fun! Also, I listened to the Elmo in Grouchland soundtrack while editing this. Enjoy!

You had never been a massive fan of parties, but when Steve asked you to help him throw one at his place, you figured you’d make an exception. Going to parties was one thing, hosting one was something completely different.

Immediately you began to flow with ideas of what kind of snacks to have, what recipes you wanted to make (like your mom's famous sherbet fruit punch), and even bought special party plates. Steve had told you you didn’t have to go all out like that, but you didn’t care. It was exciting and you wanted the guests to remember this party for years to come. After all, graduation was coming up. Why not make it special?

The night of the party, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin all arrived early just to hang out and wait for people to arrive. It didn’t take long for them to. Although Steve might not have been ‘King Steve’ anymore, his parties still had a reputation people weren’t quick to forget.

Before you knew it, snacks were flying off the counter and drinks were making their way around in a drunken swoop. Steve’s stereo didn’t disappoint either as it blasted all the latest hits from the past year and then some.

It didn’t take long for you to remember why you hadn’t been a fan of parties. The drunker the underage crowd was reduced to, the more sweaty and stuffy the house became. Instead of sitting and getting annoyed with the crowd though, you focused on tidying the stray cups and keeping yourself busy with cleaning up after others. It wasn’t surprising that everyone tossed their trash wherever they pleased, but it gave you something to do.

Once, while bent over for a discarded solo cup, you felt someone bump into your behind roughly. When you straightened up to tell off whoever it was, you were face to face with Steve smirking mischievously.

“Hey, watch it,” He said as if it had been your fault.

“You’re so full of it,” You replied, returning the smile and grabbing his shirt by the front to yank it playfully.

He leaned in closer, gradually pressing you up against the wall by your waist. “Oh yeah? You gonna do something about it?” His smile smelled of booze, however, you were pretty sure this wasn’t entirely the booze talking.

Slowly you rested your hands on his hips, snaking them around ever so slightly, tucking them under the hem of his shirt. His skin was hot and smooth. You brought your face slowly closer to his, close enough to feel his breath mix with yours. Before you met him for a kiss, you stopped short. “You’ll have to find out later.” Then you dipped away from his face and made your way to the living room couch, a proud smile on your face.

Just as you approached the surprisingly empty love seat, a pair of hands gripped your waist and yanked you over onto the couch with them.

You yelped in delight, knowing exactly who it was that had tackled you.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” Steve laughed, roughing you up on the couch as you laughed with him.

Eventually, you found some grip and lifted yourself face to face with him. “You know humor is one of my best traits.” In retaliation, you began to tickle him at the sides.

This time he yelped and tried to scoot away from you, but to no avail, as you got onto his lap to anchor him down.

Suddenly, you both stopped, staring at each other breathlessly, now fully aware of how close you were to one another. Both of your hot breaths brushed each other's faces and your hair was a frazzled mess. His eyes were dark, but you could still see his blown-out pupils reflecting the light of the nearby lamp.

“Sheesh, get a room,” You heard a voice from the other love seat call out.

You turned and saw Nancy slumped at the couch, a beer bottle in hand. “Yeah, I’m talking about you two.” She gestured lazily with her free hand. She was obviously far past the point of ‘tipsy’. “I can smell the hormones from here.”

You felt your face begin to turn red and meekly you scrambled off of Steve. “I have to keep up with cleaning,” You muttered and quickly stalked off into the kitchen before Steve could grab hold of you.

“Nance, what the hell?” You heard him denounce as you walked away.

The time you spent cleaning after that felt like it was done in slow motion. Nancy’s comment was eating away at you. Not exactly over what she said, but the motive she may have had behind it. Was she bitter over their breakup? You knew it had hit Steve hard when it happened, but as for Nancy… You had no idea where she stood, even now. If it hit Steve that hard and Nancy was upset with him being with someone else, who’s to say they wouldn’t get back together again?

Who’s to say he wouldn’t ditch you?

That question lingered in your head for far longer than you wanted it to. You had finally felt like you were in a comfortable place with him… You didn’t want it to be for nothing. You didn’t want it to end.

As you walked through the house, picking up stray solo cups and food trash, you noticed Steve and Nancy down the hall. They looked to be in a small heated conversation. Nancy took a step towards Steve and put her hand softly on his chest. Your gut clenched at the gesture, however, your feet stayed in place. You wanted to look away in discomfort, but a hope in your chest kept you rooted on the carpet. You were thankful you remained where you were as you watched Steve push her hand off and take a step back from her, telling her something very sternly.

A small amount of relief helped your nerves, however, your thoughts trumped the relief. In the middle of the room, you dropped the trash bag on the floor next to you. You turned around and practically parted the crowd with your determined stride to the front door. The cold early spring air hit you in the face like a fly swatter when the door opened, but you didn’t care. Compared to the inside of the house still half full of horny smelly teenagers, the outdoor air was refreshing and clean.

You shut the door and it felt like your ears had been unstopped. All that could be heard outside were the sounds of cars driving in the distance and the rustling of leaves. The music could still be heard, but only slightly.

The front steps were cold when you sat down on them, stinging your thighs for a moment. It didn’t matter, your thoughts were far too loud to notice much else.

What if Nancy got to have him? After everything she did? You never hated her, but when Steve had told you the things she said in a drunken stupor that one Halloween… And then not long after was clearly involved with Jonathan… You had to admit it made your blood boil.

A breeze blew through, causing you to hug yourself tightly. There you sat in the cold, trying to fight off the growing insecurity you felt heavy in your chest. If anything, the sting of the cold was an odd comfort.

After about fifteen minutes, the door opened behind you. You assumed it was just some guests leaving until your name was called out.

Steve stood at the threshold, letting out a sigh of relief to have finally found you. “(y/n), what are you doing out here? And without a coat?” He muttered the last part under his breath, leaning past the door frame to grab a jacket of his hanging up on the wall.

You heard the door close, then footsteps. Something warm draped over your shoulders and, hesitantly, you accepted it, pulling it further on.

“Thanks,” You faltered, slouching slightly. It smelled like him.

“Rob said she saw you come out here. Why aren’t you inside?”

“Just wanted some fresh air.”

He nodded slowly in thought, then let out a loud dispondant sigh. “I’m sorry about Nancy.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“Yes, I do,” He insisted. “She was out of line and… absolutely wasted.”

“... Do you still love her?” The question shocked even you, causing you to freeze in the cold air in suspense of his response.

Steve turned slightly to you. “What?”

“I… I think you heard me.”

It was quiet a moment before Steve finally spoke. “I… Shit, (y/n), no of course not. I’m with you now, you’re what matters to me.”

Your hands fidgeted nervously in your lap and you looked down at them in embarrassment. “You matter to me too. A lot,” You emphasized.

He reached over and held one of your cold hands tightly. The warmth was inviting and you could feel the curves and indents of his palm. “You don’t think I’d get with her again over tonight, do you?” He chuckled dryly, trying to lighten the tension.

You shrugged and glanced at him warily as a response. “I saw you two in the hallway. I saw you push her away but it still…”

He lifted his hand and softly brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It still…?”

Your brow came together into a pained expression. “Her being like that makes me worry… About us.”

“You mean about me.”

“No, Steve,” You turned to him to explain further, but he put his hand up, stopping you.

“No, it’s okay,” He warily smiled. “I don’t blame you. You were there through our breakup. You know how much I loved her, you saw some of the worst of me.” He moved himself to squat down in front of you on the side walk, still tightly gripping your hand in your lap. “But that was back then. That was all before you revealed yourself to me. The caring you that let me rant about that one night over and over again. It’s been you that’s helped me give Dustin good life advice. You that has the best laugh I’ve ever heard. You that insisted on dressing up this shitty party to make it not as shitty,” He chuckled, squeezing your hand, making you smile and shake your head. “What’s in the past is staying there. I promise. Nancy doesn’t get to waltz between us just because of my past with her. I promise you that you’re the only one for me.” He leaned back and sat on the ground in front of you, causing him to have to tilt his head to look up at you. “You’re the only one I ever want to be with.”

You could feel a dam of tears threatening to break, but not sad tears. They were tears of pure delight and admiration begging to be let out. “You’re still full of it,” You teased, trying to shoo away the tension in the air as he had tried to earlier.

A large grin broke out over Steve’s face and he took your other hand with his warm one. “Full of it just for you, babe.”

Unable to keep yourself seated, you leaned forward and crashed into him with an embrace. His hand found its way to the back of your head and he pulled you closer into the crook of his neck. There, you could take in a full breath of his cologne; clean, delicate, and familiar. He squeezed you just as tightly as you squeezed him and suddenly the cold around you didn’t have as harsh of a bite.

“Thank you,” You whispered gratefully in his ear.

He hummed sweetly in your ear, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder and leaving small kisses up your neck. “It’s only you, (y/n). Always will be.”

The front door swung open, startling you upright out of the hug. “Hey, dingus, Scotty is legit about to puke, I think you’ll want to get him out of your house before he paints the walls,” Robin called out, half paying attention to Steve and half glancing back into the house cautiously. She was clearly preoccupied and hadn’t noticed what you two had been doing.

“Ah shit, not again,” Steve began to stand, pulling you up with him. “I’m sorry,” He sighed to you abjectly.

“No problem,” You chided back. “I’m pretty cold now. And I know how to deal with puke anyway.” You slipped the jacket off your shoulders and bounced back into the house past Robin, ready to either help a sick person or clean up their mess.

Robin gave Steve a side eye as he walked up the steps. “Everything good?”

“Everything’s great,” He replied, smile genuine as ever.

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ironwoman359 · 3 months

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I saw your reblog about being scared as a child of Elmo in Grouchland. As someone who loved the movie as a kid, what scared you and why? I’m just curious so if you’re uncomfortable feel free to ignore me.

So I was a Blanket* kid. I was joined to that thing at the hip. So since the plot of the movie hinges on Elmo fighting with Zoe over his blanket, and then losing that blanket, down Oscar's scary trash can portal into a scary grouchland world? I wasn't just in tears, like I said in my reblog, I was in hysterics. Maybe if we'd been watching at home on the vcr it would've been fine, but this was also 3 year old me's first time in a movie theater. Big, dark room, loud speakers, big bright screen, lots of strangers? In retrospect, I think I was in sensory overload and then was presented with something that was to my 3yo brain very personally upsetting on top of it, so I'm not surprised I couldn't stand it.

Fun fact, I still adored sesame street my entire childhood, and Elmo remained tied with Big Bird as my favorite sesame street monster. The movie didn't ruin that for me. What it did ruin was theaters themselves, I absolutely hated movie theaters with a burning passion and I staunchly refused to go along with any plans to go to the movies, to the point that my mother had to physically drag me into the theater to watch Finding Nemo on release. I was not cured of this until I was 12 years old and I grudgingly agreed to go see the Lindsey Lohan Herbie remake and I realized afterwards that I had no reason to despise the movie theater anymore.

*I stimmed with that thing near constantly, and then when I was six, right around the point where the blanket was disintegrating past recognition, I was by chance given a stuffed animal that felt and smelled exactly the same to me. I promptly switched to stimming with it instead, and continued to do so literally my entire life, to the point where when that started disintegrating beyond recognition, I spent my Real Adult Money on buying a replacement of the exact same 20 year old Ty product, which is my stimming buddy now.

#asks and answers #taylor talks

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deadpuppetboi · 3 months

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So you think manhunt gangs would come together for movie marathon, Which movies do you think would be each gang's favorite?

I've tried hard to have to make this as accurate as possible, knowing their erratic personalities and such.

The Hoodz - Heat (1995)

Various movies encapsulate not only a bank robbery but how intense a shootout is such as Heat.

The Hoodz have had their fair share of bank robberies (even the ones with a badge) and have had times where they didn't know if they were going to make it. They take notes but share a good beer while at it, reminiscing on the ‘good old times.’

The Innocentz - Scarface (1983)

This movie has it all.

Drugs, gang wars, corruption, death, murder, and the disillusionment of The American Dream. Coming from immigrant parents or being immigrants themselves, The Innocentz (or some of them) found themselves in Tony Montana’s shoes. They want to hit it big and become the next drug lord like that one guy in Liberty City. Then again, they all love to reference ‘Say hello to my little friend’ whenever they watch the movie and laugh about it like the coked-up druggies they are.

The Smileys - The Adventures of Elmo in Grouchland (1999)

The image of them SCREAMING at the screen in complete despair over Elmo losing his blanket is something I can see them doing.

It's what I did when I was younger so I can see every member doing the same and cursing any other character who bothered Elmo in the slightest. They take their valuables very seriously, especially Barry who holds his ‘daughters’ close to his heart, threatening anyone who dares to even touch them.

The Wardogs - All Quiet On The Western Front (1930)

There's a scene where the main character Paul is asked by his Professor to tell young men about his heroism and patriotism when he served in the war. At first Paul is hesitant as he has so words to say before he finally tells them the truth. The real truth. There is death. There is murder. There is no mercy. That is all.

“It’s dirty and painful to die for your country.”

And everyone calls him a traitor, a coward, an embarrassment of a soldier who should be proud to serve his country.

It's an anti-war movie, sure, but it stays with The Wardogs constantly even when they remember walking back to their hometowns after serving their time overseas.

Cerberus - Se7en (1995)

Let's be honest, these guys have faced the worst of the worst in their line of work.

They may work with Starkweather but they work with all sorts of stupid rich assholes who cause even the worst of crimes to each other. All because of the dumbest feuds, the mishandling of expensive products, and the greed of collecting the greens. Se7en displays a world they've seen countless times whether it be in their ‘normal’ job or the job they take shooting down who is against their boss. They’ve seen detectives look too far into their work, serial killers who tore into men/women/children for their sick desires, innocent people in the wrong place and time, and watch as the life in their lives fades away.

So a serial killer who bases his killings on the seven deadly sins is not far from what Cerberus has faced by far.

CCPD - Maniac Cop (1988)

Sometimes these guys watch even the most ridiculous films centered around cops just for the hell of it.

Whether it be for fun, to live through a power fantasy, or even just to watch countless people (innocent or not) die in horrific ways, it's still a classic for the whole precinct to watch this movie or watch the series in general. Watching a dead cop go on a killing spree across New York City while simultaneously setting fear into the hearts of men and women alike just brings absolute joy to the gang as a whole.

It's a classic, classics never die.

SWAT - Falling Down (1993)

All it takes is one bad day.

I’m sure that rigorous training, having to support a family with blood money, having to work with a very disgusting man who runs a snuff film industry, and having to kill people whether they were innocent or not will demonstrate some problems.

You get frustrated.

Upset.

Angry.

You want to be able to have things go your way but you can't and everyone looks at you like you’re selfish for it. You want to have a normal life and have a normal family outing but you’re plagued with images of corpses being rigorously shot at a far or close distance, their insides painting the walls. You feel like you’re going to lose it by your wife asking for more money, your kids wanting a new toy, or even the traffic blocking your way to your ‘regular’ job. You're going to lose your mind and you’re one bad thing away from grabbing that gun and letting lose on everyone who ever put their doubt into you.

But give the SWAT some credit, at least they have each other to vent out their frustrations when the pressure becomes too much.

The Skinz - None

No one asked them. No one likes them. They weren't even invited. If they rode up they’d be met with a rain of bullets.

Bonus!!!

The Camheadz - 8mm (1999)

This movie is about a snuff film.

I mean, I feel like this gang in particular plays a huge part in Mr. Nasty’s snuff films not because their heads are cameras but because I feel like each one of them has a distinct style in general.

Like, one wants to go after women, another goes after men, another the homeless, and so on. They all have their tapes, each inserted into their camera heads to record their best moments and to either save for themselves or to sell for a few more bucks. But let's be honest, they keep the tapes for themselves, just for personal reasons.

So to have a film perfectly demonstrates their lifestyle, even if it doesn't get everything right, it does play well into how deprived human beings can be just to get what they want.

The Clownz - It (1990)

I mean, duh, what else would they watch?

They saw the miniseries and studied the book like it was the Bible just to increase their obsession like the white-painted fiends that they are. Speaking out lines from the alien creature clown itself to either scare children or grown men alike.

We all float down here, Cash.

The Jury - Punishment Park (1971)

Imagine a world during the Vietnam War when President Nixon decreed that those who were ‘anti-war’ would be detained and forced to either spend time in jail or spend three days out in the desert being hunted down by police so that they may reclaim their so-called ‘freedom.’

That is Punishment Park.

A pseudo-documentary film that was highly controversial for its political views but is now highly regarded for taking a stance against the government. It seems like the kind of movie for The Jury knowing how they seem to take the law into their hands, display their political views, and see the movie like the manhunts they frequently did.

The Lost - Dark Days (2000)

Numerous movies depict the harsh and despairing reality of homelessness for those who are homeless.

It's a cold reality that millions of people face from the most remote or even the most popular of places. Always forgotten, always left behind, and always left in the dark. The Lost can heavily relate to this scenario not only because of the various reasons why and how they became the way they are and how. It's a normal day and night for Carcer City, just as bland and bleak as it has always been.

They can only dream of becoming as rich as Starkweather is but they’ll accept what they’re given, they don't have a choice.

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krissiefox · 19 hours

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The Adventures of Elmo in Grouchland (Movie Review)

While exploring the Sesame Street tag on tumblr, I discovered that there have been some Sesame street movies made! I figured as long as I'm revisiting the show, I can check these films out too.

Elmo is having a rough day! Poor little guy.

Elmo wakes up one day and starts having fun with his favorite blanket, which seems to be sentient(?). Unfortunately, he accidentally spills juice on it, so he takes it to the laundromat to get cleaned. Once he gets the blanket out, though, things start to go wrong for Elmo. He gets in a fight with his friend Zoe, and then ends up losing the blanket, which ends up in Oscar's trash can and as Elmo goes to retrieve it, he ends up in Grouchland! Once there, a big meanie named Huxley steals his blanket, and Elmo embarks on a quest to get it back, making friends and learning a lesson about the importance of sharing and thinking of others.

Elmo in Grouchland definitely has a different feel that the regular Sesame Street show - it feels much more like a traditional Muppet Movie where the usual educational material is replaced with a main story, and plenty of humor. This is actually a fun way for older adult viewers to enjoy these characters, because it strikes a very nice balance the wholesomeness of Sesame Street and the more adult (but not overly mean spirited) humor of The Muppet Show.

Grouchland is junky, dirty, weird and cool!

The setting of the movie was a big hit for me too - Grouchland feels like a love letter to every person who enjoyed the weird gross-out humor that became popular in the 90s. Characters like Boogerman would be right at home here, and also like Boogerman ( I gotta show love for one of my favorite old games), it's got a fair amount of grimy visuals and gross out/toilet humor that still manages to be cute rather than nauseating. I love it!

Another fun and Muppet-like trait the movie has is that the humor is occasionally very self-aware. Bert and Ernie show up many times through the movie to comment on what's going on, with Bert often being very worried about Elmo and his husband needing to console him.

The greedy villain, Mr. Huxley!

Overall, it's a really cute and fun movie that I'd recommend, especially to any fan of Jim Henson's Muppets. It's got a lot of humor and heart, fun set pieces, and Muppet magic! There's another Sesame Street film I've found, called "Follow That Bird", which I hope to review next!

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nostalgiamare · 3 months

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NOSTALGIAMARE ENTRY 30

NAME: THE ADVENTURES OF ELMO IN GROUCHLAND

COMPANY/FRANCHISE: COLUMBIA PICTURES

THE JIM HENSON COMPANY

SESAME WORKSHOP

SESAME STREET

CATEGORY: MOVIE (THEATRICAL)

YEAR: 1999

DESCRIPTION: Sesame Street's second theatrical movie starring popular Sesame Street Muppet Elmo. After Elmo and Zoe have a huge argument over Elmo's favourite blanket, Oscar and his trash suddenly get to it first and take it to his home. When Elmo tries to get it back, he is taken on an odd adventure down a secret town for Grouches and gets to learn more about Oscar but what a Grouch life truly is. But not everything goes to plan when a scheming and greedy thief named Huxley gets his hands on Elmo's blanket and ensures that it's his instead. Now Elmo must go across Grouchland all the way to Huxley's domain to get it back. But not before needing to realise the importance of sharing and being thoughtful to others, which could be the key to rekindling his and Zoe's friendship.

MOD THOUGHTS

1: This song should NOT go as hard as it does for a preschool movie but I guess when you have Sesame Street composers and villain songs go hand in hand you WILL get a bop.

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2: I guess it's no wonder why after this Zoe kept her grip on Rocko Elmo was so hard on her that she made sure that despite them reconciling in the end she would get payback lmao.

3: Precious...

LINK TO SOURCE: https://www.sesamestreetguide.com/2021/09/elmo.html

#nostalgia #childhood nostalgia #nostalgiacore #90s nostalgia #nostalgiamare #nostalgiamare entries #sesame street #jim henson #muppets

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welcometogrouchland · 1 year

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AAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD HELLO ANOTHER ELMO IM GROUCHLAND ENTHUSIAST!!!!!!! NOBODY ELSE I KNOW KNOWS ABOUT THIS MOVIE BUT ITS GENUINELY SO GOOD EVEN WATCHING IT AS AN ADULT I LITERALLY RECOMMEND IT TO EVERYONE I MEET PRETTY MUCH AND EVERYONES ALWAYS JUSG LIKE. "OK! IM NOT GOING TO DO THAT THOUGH :)" BUT THEY REALLY SHOULD!!!! ITS A GOOD MOVIE!!!!!

oh this is an interesting ask to receive!!! I haven't seen Elmo in grouchland in YEARS (I think I had either a VHS or a rented dvd as a kid) and it's all a bit of a blur BUT it did stick with me, even if I can't remember distinct scenes/elements. Tbh I'm down to watch anything these days so I might just take u up on that recommendation to watch it again bc it definitely did make a big impression on my child brain

#ramblings of a lunatic #asks #the url was my friend magnus' idea but it definitely feels like a part of my brand now lol

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sgtjamesrogers · 2 years

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taps mic. please enjoy the sequel to the wip Wednesday that was actually many more moons ago than i realized. aka, 'hughie forces butcher to do an incredibly experimental treatment for his temp v brain holes, it's on maeve's farm in the kansas flint hills, abba is involved, there's pre-fic polyam negotiations, it's already named after a billy joel song.' i hate me.

He’s prepared to make some kind of smart remark, but any words on his tongue instantly evaporate as he watches Butcher slide slowly into an armchair facing the bank of windows. He’s limp like he’s shrugged out of the shell marked ‘stubborn bastard’ that kept him standing, and something about his beaten-down posture makes Hughie uncomfortably aware of how ill Butcher is.

“Jesus, you should have said something,” Hughie says as he rounds the chair, bending to look Butcher in the face as he clumsily seeks out the pulse in his wrist. “Maybe we should get started right now. Frenchie did say the sooner the better–”

Butcher gives him a worthless shove with a grunt. His pulse is fluttery and light, a wounded bird under his fingertips.

“If you try to get all McDreamy on me right now, I’ll take a shit in your suitcase when you fall asleep,” he says, though the heat in his words is like a fire flickering and dying rapidly under a harsh gust of wind. “I’ll make sure to get all of your pants, you’ll have to borrow some from Maeve’s lady, they’ll look like… those short pants that were big, back in the early aughts.”

Hughie lets go of his wrist with a sigh, sitting on the edge of the sturdy wood coffee table opposite the chair.

“You’d have to squat long enough to pinch one off without passing out, which is not a thing you can do right now,” he says, leaning back on his hands. “Plus you’ve been loaded up on painkillers for the last two weeks, you’re too constipated to even think about the phrase ‘bowel movement’. Also, for the record. They’re called capris.” He lets his head fall forward and tries not to yawn. Fuck, but he’s tired.

By the time he drags his chin up from his chest, he finds Butcher’s eyes on him, expression utterly unreadable.

He could ask ‘what is it?’, or even ‘is there something on my face?’ but instead he just looks back at him. Meeting Butcher’s gaze feels uncanny, like unbuttoning his shirt and offering a place between his ribs to stick a knife. He holds it anyway; gently, like something that might break rather than as a challenge. He’s pretty sure it’s only partially because Butcher couldn’t get out of the chair on his own, even if he tried.

Finally, Hughie asks, “You wanna go lay down?”

Butcher shakes his head, expression stymied.

“Just leave me here a while, I’ll get up in a minute.”

Hughie privately doubts that but he leaves Butcher to it, standing up from the coffee table and making his way to the french doors that lead out onto a small deck overlooking the pond. He can hear some sort of bird (or maybe several birds) cheep-cheeping back and forth from the loose ring of trees, and as a dry breeze tugs at the collar of his shirt and plays with his hair, Hughie feels his shoulders start to relax.

He throws himself into a tatty rattan deck chair, legs splayed as he fishes his phone from his pocket.

Oscar has landed in Grouchland! :)

He sends that sentence along with a picture of the pond as the sun slinks away from its high noon position to the group chat MM has set up in a secure messaging app. A handful of seconds later, Annie’s contact picture is lighting up his screen.

“Hey!” He exhales with something like relief, an uncontrollable smile stretching his face. “I wasn’t sure if you’d see that until later, I know you guys are in—“

“Dubai was a bust, actually,” Annie says before he can finish, but she doesn’t sound too upset about it. “Our transport chickened out on us, which I think Frenchie was fine with. He wasn’t too excited about the whole ‘parachuting in’ segment of the plan. So instead–” He hears a paper bag rustling from somewhere in the background, followed by the ambient noise of television at low volume. “- it’s butter chicken, garlic naan, and the last season of Fargo.”

Hughie can almost imagine it, as he sits back in the deck chair with the sun starting to bake him. The exact aroma of the butter chicken, the apple tv remote in his hand, curling on his side after dinner with his head in Annie’s lap while she plays with his hair. It’s not sadness he feels, exactly. He’s somehow a little shocked by it, that the wistful ache kneading his sternum like a friendly cat can coexist with his sharp desire to be here, twisting Butcher’s arm into recovery. Hughie supposes that two things can be true at once.

“Party foul, watching Fargo without me,” he teases, and warms again at the sound of her soft laughter.

“Make Butcher watch it with you,” she says, mouth half full. Hughie can picture the precise scrunch on her nose while she chews, like somewhere in her subconscious she can’t believe she’s talking with food in her mouth. He loves her so much it hurts. “How is mister grimy asshole doing?”

“Not great…” he mutters, twisting to look over the back of the chair into the bunkhouse. The reflection from the sun on the windows keeps him from seeing much beyond Butcher’s slumped form still in the chair, but it’s telling that he hasn’t moved. “He slept the whole flight, and then most of the drive. I barely got him to eat.”

Annie makes a hum that Hughie knows translates to, ‘I’m nervous, but trying to be optimistic.’

“Yeah, I know,” he says, voice still quiet like he’s in the room with Butcher. “I’m hoping once we get started…” “You haven’t done the first dose yet?” Her voice sounds clearer, a rustling of a paper bag as she sits upright. Hughie winces.

“He’s…” Hughie looks over his shoulder again; a reflex. Butcher bit his head off when he suggested it. Butcher will probably just throw it up with no food in his stomach. Butcher’s going to strangle him as soon as he has enough strength for it. “...really exhausted. I’m going to get him started first thing in the morning. It feels neater that way.”

“True,” she gives him, and she sounds about as put out as he feels. Or at least that’s what he thinks until she hums again. “So, are you going to tell him before or after he starts healing up?”

Hughie almost drops his phone.

“I’m, I don’t,” he splutters, fighting the urge to audibly gulp like he’s in a Looney Tunes cartoon, his palms suddenly beading sweat. “I don’t know that I really ever need to say anything.” He looks over his shoulder again, like Butcher will suddenly be looming over him and listening to their conversation.

“...uh huh,” is all Annie says, and there’s something sly in her tone that makes his ears burn. “If you say so. It’s no skin off my back to keep you to myself.” It’s the sort of casual approach she’s had since they talked all of this out; though he feels like he can trace it back farther, to waking up with a mile of stitches and both of them standing over him in the hospital.

When Hughie doesn’t respond, she softens her voice. “No matter what happens, he cares about you. In an ass-backward sort of way, but.”

Instead of responding, Hughie laughs softly instead and says, “You are so from Des Moines sometimes, oh my god.”

Because she’s an angel, Annie lets him do it and retorts with, “Ass-backwards is a very normal phrase! People say ass-backward all over the place, city boy.”

“Say ass-backward again,” he whispers, unable to keep a childish grin from spreading across his face. “Ass-backwards,” she says as seriously as possible, smothering a laugh. His heart thuds at the sound; a dog’s hindleg thumping uncontrollably as it’s scratched just right.

Annie stays on the phone with him for a little bit longer, chewing as she clicks through Netflix and tries to explain the plot of Dead to Me. Hughie swears he’s following along but realizes he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open when she repeats his name a few times. “...Hughie? Am I lulling you to sleep?” She teases. “Maybe I just like the sweet sound of your voice,” he says, groaning as he pushes himself up and out of the chair. Without checking the time, it feels like four in the afternoon, which probably means it’s around three.

“Go take a nap, you sound like you need it,” Annie tells him, and when he promises that he will, they hang up.

Wandering back inside on stiff legs, Hughie finds Butcher still in that chair, and soundly asleep. Head craned back and to the side, his chest rises and falls slowly; a modicum of peace on his face. Hughie thinks that somehow he looks younger like this, the developing frown lines between his brows and at his eyes somewhat smoothed out, the tension in his mouth disappearing. And without anger in his expression, his dark dramatic brows give him a quizzical, almost sardonic look.

Not for the first time, Hughie wonders what Butcher was like, before. If he still had these jagged edges, or if some piece of him was irreparably broken away when he lost Becca. But, perhaps he’s always been this rough monument to brutalism and the ends justifying the means. After all, Becca isn’t exactly around to ask, and Hughie’s not even sure what he’d say. If she would have even liked him, seeing as they didn’t get much of a chance to interact in those bare days of her being alive.

Hughie hopes that she would have liked him.

Carefully finger combing dark hair away from his forehead, Hughie tries to gently cram a throw pillow from the couch between Butcher’s head and the back of the chair. It takes some maneuvering, but he manages to take the strain off of his neck. He yanks the plaid flannel from the back of the couch and settles it across Butcher’s lap.

“There you go, asshole,” he whispers, almost fond as he steps back to admire the effect.

Hughie knows he could poke around and find one of the bedrooms, but being too far away makes him feel uneasy. He pictures Butcher waking up and trying to go to the bathroom, only to crumple to the floor facedown, unable to call out loud enough to rouse Hughie. So instead, he kicks off his shoes and folds up on the couch after he sets a timer for six pm, letting sleep yank him away from consciousness for as long as he can afford.

#okay..... last wip update before i buckle in #the boys #butchie #is.... is that the name #also there is hughie x annie because hughie has two hands #hughie campbell #billy butcher #jesse writes fic

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Hi :) How about 3, 15, 25, 30 and 38 for the questions I think would be fun to ask?

Hii! Thanks, let's go with those great picks

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Mamma Mia, that just could never get boring

Elmo's adventures in grouchland, been watching that movie since I was three and I am not tired of it

Treasure Planet, imo the best movie ever

15. what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

Just a room full of books and plants and a good cup of tea. Just an atmosphere that makes me really relaxed and is filled with my things and like I can just be myself in.

25. fave season and why?

Autumn. I just love the cold, foggy mornings and the rich colours nature starts showing and the occasional fall storm is just really cozy. Makes me want to snuggle up with candles and tea and read.

30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

Hmm, probably listening to music. Like i can also listen to music to make myself sadder but when I listen to music to make myself happier it does always work

38. fave song at the moment?

Probably 'unsweetened lemonade' by Amelié Farren. It's been stuck in my head for a few days and it's just beautiful. But also generally her music also Heaven's hate and lack of iron are great.

#ask game #thanks for the ask!#ask answered

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7, 13, 17 for the movie ask?

7. Has a film ever given you nightmares?

If you count the really weird ass dreams you have during your sleep via anesthesia (it happened when I was around 6-8 years old when I stuck the lead of a pencil in my ear lol), I had an anesthesia induced nightmare of the entire Peyote trip Homer had in the Simpsons Movie

It was really fucking weird!

13. What is your comfort film?

GOD THERE ARE JUST SO MANY FOR ME TO CHOOSE FROM AAAAAAA!!!!!!!

If I had to pick one from the top of my head, it would be Elmo in Grouchland!

Its actually a pretty fun movie to watch with good music and surprisingly really good humor and a decent villain + henchmen duo!

17. How do you feel about having snacks or drinks while watching a movie?

AN ABSOLUTE MUST HAVE!!!!!!

Honestly just growing up going to the theater with my grandma + family a lot of the time with popcorn and all sorts of snacks and candies we'd sneak into the theater, it just pleases the foodie in me to have snacks while watching a movie or just watching TV in general!

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Thank you soso very much for coming by my inbox once again, it really does mean so much seeing you again!

I really do hope you make another time to come by soon and I hope you have a wonderful day my friend!!

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Gag and Puke A Day: The Loco Bandito

I hate the term "didn't age well". You should only say that about spoiled milk or moldy bread. It also implies that EVERY single modern day media is better and could never age badly. But we won't know how much the stuff that is considered good and valid today is horribly offensive to the people in the next 20 years. For all we know, eating red meat will be as offensive as blackface to future generations. It also justifies corporations wanting to eradicate all the old media and replace it with generic, safe slob """remakes""", as well as go after the institutions whose job is to preserve these works like Internet Archive, but that's a whole other can of worms.

Also, it implies that something that was released back in the day didn't just instantly fucking suck. Take for example today's topic, The Loco Bandito. I feel that anyone who read it back in the day would find it just as offensive back then as it is today. It was dead on arrival.

Loco Bandito was made by a man known as Mike Matei. You might have heard of him, he helped to co-create Angry Video Game Nerd with James Rolfe. Now Mike has been a source of controversy these past few years. Whether it's Minecraft with Gadget, his terrible review of Elmo in Grouchland or him getting upset about people making fun of his gigantic penis(???), however none of these are as bad as The Loco Bandito.

I don't have a problem with edgy humour. Twitter has defined edgy humour as "saying bigoted shit" but that's not edgy humour, that's just bigotry. Bigotry is not really a form of comedy. That being said edgy humour is not safe, it's not supposed to make you comfortable. Edgy humour could also help you to challenge yourself and think. Many jokes that I have made in this blog in the past definitely qualify as edgy humour. While I was a lot more raunchy in the 2010's, it never crossed the line of "saying racial slurs as a joke". And that is what The Loco Bandito is. While I have issue with policing jokes, that doesn't mean I am okay with this.

Loco Bandito is about a self-hating mexican man who is horribly racist. The final page is him shitting on himself by the way.

It's bigoted for the sake of bigoted. I didn't use the word edgy because it it was edgy for the sake of edgy, it would at least be comical in some form or fashion. I know the early 2000's Internet was filled with shit like this, but that shit was either made by 10 year old kids or actual racists who have since likely commited suicide in one of the last 4000 mass shootings in the last hour that happened on American soil. Hah! Now that's an edgy joke!

This also applies to Electric Retard and I might make a post about that in a future Gag-and-Puke-A-Day since I feel that no longer belongs to the rifflist. Let's take a look at another work of misery.

This format is literally the exact same as in the last comic. And the final page involves shit again, at least they did the censoring for me this time.

I don't think I need to post any more pages, you get the idea. There is another comic where the punchline isn't racism, but still why would you fucking do this??? Why would you even associate your name with this shit?

I know that Mike has expressed regrets for making this comic, and if I were him I would have tried to erase every aspect of this comic from the internet. This is actually considered so bad, Internet Archive has actually refused to archive the original page for this webcomic. When the Modern Library of Alexandria goes "yeah this shit isn't worth preserving" then you've created something truly worthless. The Loco Bandito was dead on arrival, stillborn, to say it didn't age well would imply it was allowed to breathe.

#gag and puke a day

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endeavorsonlyfans · 3 years

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I had the audacity to sink into this tiny corner on my bed. I'm a little bigger than the hole but it swallowed me up and I was under the bed... I couldn't get out 😆😭

#short people problems #Smh #I was about to go to grouchland #I went weee #I had to get pulled out 😭#My neck back head hurt #My body 🎶My small and achy body it hurts 🎶 My body 🎶 My noodle arms! Body 🎶

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Bea - JJ Maybank

Request: not really.

A/N: a continuation of Creedence. Also, having read @ijustreallylovethem‘s Day One, Done and Celebrating Baby Pogue’s Birthday, I just wanna write JJ interacting with children. Think there’ll be one more part after this if people want it.

Summary: JJ helps you babysit your niece for the afternoon.

Creedence Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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A dull thud sounded from the living room and you peeked around the corner, afraid to leave the grilled cheese you were cooking for too long, as you inspected what the noise was. There on the carpeted floor JJ laid sprawled on his back, Bea on top of him, and her miniature trampoline sitting near his legs.

“I got you!” Bea shouted triumphantly as she sat up, patting JJ’s stomach with her tiny hands.

“You got me.” He agreed, over dramatic groan making your niece giggle. He laid there for a second, unmoving and then he grabbed her sides, making her shriek in surprise as he sat up quickly, tilting her back so she was laying in his lap, and proceeded to blow raspberries onto her stomach.

Bea had watched Elmo in Grouchland enough times that she was obsessed with raspberries. She blew them all the time and it drove your sister nuts. JJ, on the other hand, always egged on her antics, just like he was doing now. She giggled and pushed her hands against his face and hair until he stopped suddenly. You’d stepped back into the kitchen and JJ had heard the loose floorboard in the doorway creak as you walked over it.

He put Bea down and stood up, holding his finger to his lips to tell her to be quiet as he walked into the kitchen. You were at the refrigerator, back turned to the pair of troublemakers, when JJ grabbed you around the waist and pulled you into him.

“JJ, stop,” you laughed when he pressed his mouth to your bare shoulder and blew a raspberry, Bea cheering him on. “Both of you are the worst.”

Your best friend rested his chin on your shoulder, still holding you pressed against him, and turned the two of you around to face Bea, who was watching happily from the doorway. She liked JJ almost as much as you did and after he helped babysit, she’d talk about him for days.

“Can you believe it Bea?” JJ asked, eyes meeting the four-year-old's, “she said we’re the worst.”

“Because you are,” you said, turning your head to the side to see him. He was closer than you expected, noses almost touching as he looked at you. He smiled and you could feel the nest of butterflies that always erupted when he was around beginning to flutter.

“JJ!” Bea called, drawing his attention away. He let go of you, slipping away to pick Bea up. She squealed when he lifted her above his head and then rested her on his hip.

“Ask her what’s for lunch,” JJ whispered, loud enough that you could hear.

Bea nodded at him, “What’s for lunch?”

“Yeah, what’s for lunch?” JJ echoed.

“Grilled cheese and soup.” You replied, “for a rainy day.”

After lunch Bea insisted that JJ be the one to put her down for a nap when you told her that she needed some sleep. You cleaned up lunch and picked up a couple of the toys that JJ and Bea had left in the living room while he put Bea to bed. When he came back out of her room you were sitting on the couch, clicking through the Disney app.

“She is officially asleep.” JJ announced, stepping onto the mini trampoline and bouncing up and down, “did the voices and everything.” Bea always insisted that voices accompany her story time and apparently, surprisingly, JJ did the best voices.

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help that part of that giddy feeling you got whenever JJ was around came from him helping you babysit. It wasn’t exactly healthy, since he was only your best friend, but you couldn’t help imagining, every time he was over helping with Bea, what it would be like if she was your kid. Ten years from now, the two of you living in a little house on the cut, far more than friends, with a Bea of your own.

“What?” JJ asked, hopping off the trampoline and coming over to sit next to you on the couch.

“What?” You repeated.

“You’re looking at me funny.” He replied, raising his eyebrow as he looked at you suspiciously.

“I am not.” You said, rolling your eyes as you tried to play off what you were sure were your ‘heart eyes’ as Sarah called them.

“Okay.” JJ said, leaning back against the couch and crossing his arms behind his head.

“Do you wanna watch something or not?” You asked.

“Alright, alright,” He conceded, dropping one arm around your shoulders and grabbing the remote with the other. “But not Moana again cause Pope made fun of me the other day when I was singing one of the songs.”

“Why would we watch Moana together?” You asked, taking the remote back.

“Cause it’s a dope movie. And the part with the grandma always makes me cry.” JJ replied, grabbing at the remote.

“I love you.”

“What?” JJ asked, sitting up a little straighter, caught off guard.

“What? Nothing,” you held the remote away from him, clicking on a movie, “have you ever seen The Great Mouse Detective?”

“No, but don’t change the subject.” He said, taking the remote and pausing the show. “You said you loved me.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, trying to play it cool, “you’re my best friend of course I love you.”

“Yeah okay.”

“That’s what it is!” You replied, glaring at him.

“You love me,” he sang, grinning.

“No!”

“You love me...you think I’m super sexy hot and you wanna mack on me.”

“I do not Jay!”

“Just admit it, you love me.”

“You are so full of yourself.” You replied, reaching for the remote, “just let me turn on a movie.”

“Fine,” JJ let you take the remote back, relaxing again as you started the movie, “but I know the truth.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, trying to deflect from the situation. You didn’t want him to think that his teasing wasn’t just teasing and he was actually right.

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send me 👶🏻and i’ll hc about our muses’ child

Name: thalia charlotte olivares

Birthdate: september 4th

personality headcanon:

even though teo isn’t her biological father, she’s incredibly playful like him and extremely open with her feelings and all that. i feel like she doesn’t really have the whole ‘guarded’ thing ama has because she’s never been through hardship that she’s had to deal with on her own. she’s always, always, always had family by her side. so, she’s just all around easy-going and the one - other than holden - making jokes. actually i feel like in a modern verse thalia would get along with holden and they basically drive everyone nuts with their impressions sdjhsdks. but yeah, basically this silly girl with a big heart, who can be serious when she needs to be.

what was their first word and how old were they when they said it: “mi amor” and that’s because it’s ama’s favorite word. like she’ll call everyone “mi amor”, even in a non romantic way. but she especially calls both teo and little thalia that. just straight up “watch where you’re going, mi amor” “stop being an idiot, mi amor” just yeah, ama would be the reason why she said that first.

did they get in trouble in school: yes, haha. thalia is that kid who has to say SOMETHING or she’ll die. which sometimes means making a joke she’s not supposed to make during class.

which parent were they more attached to: i’d say she loves both parents equally. and she doesn’t play favorites cause they both love her a lot.

what was their favorite toy: a little drum set that got on ama’s nerves but she never complained about because ‘sticking it to the man’ and all that. lol , even if she’s a baby.

did they cry a lot as a baby: nope. not a crier at all.

movie they watched over and over: elmo in grouchland in modern stuff. And because of that thalia knows how to perfectly imitate elmo. in older stuff probably something micky mouse related and she can imitate mickey

what was their favorite subject in school: english. She loves to write like her mama does. Hates math even though she’s good at it.

were they social growing up or quiet: very very very social and always unapologetically herself.

which parent do they take after: lol teo, which is funny.

what do they grow up to be: oh oh oh probably nothing famous. she probably teaches preschoolers and tutors kids because i can see her really liking kids.

three random headcanons: (1) Can have really long conversations about her specific topic of interest at the moment. She went through a stage where she was OBSESSED with the history of theater props, so she made like, little diagrams and pictures of props and wrote down their history in a journal. then she sat teo and ama down and showed them what she did. Ama’s like :o the whole time cause WOW OKAY GO GIRL (2) Was in a punk rock band as a drummer, and like, she did a damn good job of it. She just can’t stand the noise, so she never did anything with her talent. (3) Loves to cook. She makes the best meals and everyone’s always excited when she makes food for them that night.

likes & dislikes: (+) hoolahooping, movies, teaching, writing sci-fi shit, reading gothics, listening to janis joplin baybee, being in charge in life, eating ice cream, making people smile (-) accidentally hurting people’s feelings, failure, maths, boogers, body humor, shouting of any kind, crying, spiders.

do they get along with their parents: yes, she loves them.

Faceclaim: rach/elle vin/berg

@kittybennett / @adelaide-kane

#noahsfinishedworks*#yuri: amada x teo #fjkhskjfs listen i just love rachelle's face xD i use her a lot oop #but she's like the perf ama baby

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 4 years

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Soulmate September - Day 15

Day 15 - It is impossible to lie to your soulmate.

Pairing(s): Romantic Loceit, Romantic Prinxiety, Romantic Intruality

TWs: swearing [like, twice at most]

Logan found himself in a bit of a conundrum.

He watched the other sides bicker and argue among themselves - what else was new? - while Thomas tried to calm things down. In truth, Logan had no idea why Thomas had bought the damn trinket, it was likely a scam anyway.

The item in queston was a small, relatively unobtrusive enamel pin that, according to the informative leaflet that came with it, emitted a ‘subtle aura’ that would prevent the wearer from lying to their soulmate. Logan was skeptical to say the least, but Roman, ever the romantic, had insisted Thomas buy it in order to weed out the lucky prince of his dreams. Of course, the pin had no effect in reality, but because Thomas believed it so, the effect on his sides was interesting.

“I can’t believe you wasted ten dollars on that garbage.”, Virgil scoffed, perched on the stairs as always.

“Oh, come on Virge!”, Thomas tapped the pin fondly, “Even if it doesn’t work, it’s a cute design, right?”

“Wow. A red heart. Yes. Totally original. I can feel the no doubt months of work that went into designing it.”

“....Sarcasm really isn’t a great look on you, y’know.“ Thomas muttered, feeling dejected.

Roman piped up to his defense, “It’s a classic design, Bring Me The Depression! Sure, it may be a little plain, but classics are classics for a reason!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Whatever, you just like it because you’re a sentimental dork.”

“And what if I am?! Better than being such a Robert Downer Jr!!”, Roman huffed, “You are one killjoy who should make far less noise.”

Before Patton or Thomas could butt in, Virgil murmured, “God, I love it when you make those references just for me-”

The anxious side slapped a hand over his mouth instantly. His eyes widened in horror at what he’d just said as the others all turned to stare at him. Roman especially.

“.... You do?”, the Prince bashfully inquired.

Virgil uncovered his mouth, clearly about to try and cover his tracks when, “Of course I do, I love that you put so much thought into it for my sake!”

Once again, he clapped a hand back over his mouth.

Logan wasn’t sure how to take the topic away from this whole soulmates mess to spare his fellow left brain boy further embarrassment; they were aspects of Thomas’ mind, they didn’t even HAVE souls, not that Logan believed they existed. Power of suggestion is an uncanny force it seems. The logical conclusion was that they were merely acting upon feelings already harboured.

The logical side had to admit, he really hadn’t seen this coming.

“.... Virgil,”, Roman began nervously, Logan realising he must’ve come to the same conclusion somehow, “What colour is my sash?”

The emo squinted at him curiously, “Red? Duh.”

“What color is the sky?”

“Depends on the time of day.”

“Best soda flavour?”

“Grape-”

“How much do you like me?”

“With all my heart-”

Virgil hauled his hood over his head and eyes, “Thomas turn that goddamn thing off RIGHT now-!!”

“No, no, this is way too much fun-!”, Roman began.

Virgil glared at him, his tempest tongue echoing with the weight of his anxiety, “Do you have a death wish, Princey!?”

“Yes if it means you’ll keep yelling at me in that tone of voice-”

Now it was Roman’s turn to look mortified. His eyes nervously darted from Thomas and Patton’s looks of excited adoration, and Logan’s look of sheer and utter “I am so done with this”. The prince swallowed anxiously, looking to Virgil who seemed to be just as nervous as he finally took the chance to sink out.

“Wait, Virgil! Don’t- Aw shoot! Just as you two were finally telling each other how you feel!!”, Patton lamented.

“Padre, you traitor!”, Roman huffed, crossing his arms as he sunk out. Logan theorised it was just an excuse to go after Virgil. Just then, a cackling voice erupted from behind the TV,

“Who knew Emo In Grouchland was so sweet on Roman? Shit taste!”, Remus snickered, vaulting over the TV and taking his spot with glee. Thomas sighed, “How long have you been listening in, Remus?”.

The duke grinned, “Oh, I’ve been here the whole time! I was waiting for a good moment to skewer Roman with this little gift I got him, but the conversation got soooooo juicy I couldn’t resist listening in!”. He brandished a serrated edged sword that looked positively lethal and extremely painful. Patton and Thomas both winced while Logan readied himself to step in should he be needed.

“On that note, Pattycakes, how come you keep losing the gifts I send you?!”, Remus piped up disappointedly, “I put so much work into them, but all you ever tell me when I ask you is that you ever get them!”

Thomas and Logan met Patton with immediate looks of intrigue while the father figure figment looked figuratively flushed. He avoided answering Remus directly, lying to Thomas, “I-! I dunno what he’s talking about, kiddo-”

“What is it our dear brainiac says?”, came a familiar smooth voice, “Ah yes. Deception!”

Logan shuffled to the side to let Janus have some room, “Actually, it’s Falsehood.”

“Whatever, sure.”, Janus waved a hand dismissively. He was more focused on the source that summoned him, tsk-ing at Patton, “All this truth being spouted and yet the one lying hard enough to summon me is our dear Morality. Colour me surprised.”

Patton avoided meeting Janus’ gaze, “I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Patton, did you just try to lie to my face?”, Janus chided, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

The moral side bit his lip nervously, pointedly avoiding Remus. Unfortunately, Remus wasn’t about to let that slide,

“Yeah, Pat, what the fuck!”

“I’m nervous, obviously-!”, Pat cupped his hands in front of his mouth, inadvertently letting Remus know he wasn’t able to lie to him.

“So where DO my gifts go off to, Pattycakes?”, he asked expecting the garbage or a wood chipper.

“I keep them, obviously!”, Patton blurted, his embarrassment growing.

Remus clearly hadn’t expected that, asking before he even had the chance to reconsider; “Why?”

The moral side figured he might as well come clean considering their current situation,

“Because I love them! They’re gross and a little scary sometimes, but they make me feel wanted around here whenever I’m sad!”, he admitted, tugging on his cardigan sleeves, “They make me feel….loved...”

Remus looked just as stunned as the others, but that expression melted into a toothy grin quickly enough as Remus scooped Patton into his arms in a bridal style hold, “See you nerds later, I have the cutest bitch in the mindscape to sloppily make out with!”

Before anyone could stop him, not that they probably wanted to, Remus sunk out with Patton clinging to him tightly.

“..... On that interesting note, I think I’m gonna go grab a snack.”, Thomas mused, already headed to the kitchen when Janus sighed, “I do hope this insufferable truth telling ends. I enjoy illuminating the lies you all spout but if there’s none to highlight, then I’ll be out of a job.”

Logan shook his head, “That’s incorrect, you also embody Thomas’ self preservation meaning you handle far more than lies, but more importantly, if you were ‘out of a job’ then you would simply cease to exist, which would not be beneficial to Thomas’ safety and wellbeing.”

Janus rolled his eyes and leant against the arm of the L sofa. “Are you always this sweet when you’re correcting someone’s use of hyperbole?”

“I was not being sweet, I fail to see how-”

“I was just teasing you, Logan.”, Janus smirked, getting comfy, “But if I’m being honest, which I very much am, it’s nice to be appreciated around here.”

Logan furrowed his brow, “Do you generally feel unappreciated Janus?”

Even Janus wasn’t immune to the effects of the psyche either, “Yes-”

He caught himself and cast a worried look toward Logan. Thankfully, the logical side may be intelligent, but he sure wasn’t smart enough to read Janus’ gesture properly.

“Are you alright, Janus?”

“No.”, Janus uttered, unable to suppress the truth.

A flash of concern that etched itself into Logan’s face gave Janus some hope that perhaps his feelings might be returned; it was always harder to read Logan, about all Janus knew was that he did in fact have feelings despite his protests. But those exact feelings? He’d be damned if he could figure any of them out.

“May I be of some assistance then?”, Logan offered, sitting on the sofa seat that placed him next to Janus while the latter remained on the arm of the sofa.

“... I’m not sure.”, the lying side hated how uncertain the truth tasted, “But I would like to try something, if I may, Logan?”

Logan frowned in uncertainty, “...As long as it will bring no bodily harm, I am willing to try anything.”

Oh god, is he really doing this? Yes, apparently. Janus brought his left hand to gently ghost over Logan’s cheek,

“May I kiss you, Logan?”

Ugh, Deceit loathed the crack in his voice, but before he could apologise and let Logan off the hook, the logical side replied,

“Please do.”, Logan’s eyes remained locked on Janus’.

The serpentine side didn’t need to be told twice. Janus softly tilted Logan’s face towards him, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. It was soft, fleeting but with an obvious taste of longing. They both let out a content sigh n unison as Janus pulled back,

“I’ve already asked too much but-”

Logan cut him off, already giving a fond smirk, “It’s alright. I will have Thomas ‘lose’ the pin in the garbage. Your work will be unimpeded, Janus.”

“Perfect. I believe you deserve a reward.”, Janus chuckled as the two went in to kiss once more..

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Short ‘n’ sweet this time!

Just some gay disaster sides who can’t lie, ehe.

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