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cata5476 · 2 years
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When your only friend is a Manwhore
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thegreatobsesso · 2 years
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Disaster friends Callie + Simon :D
Summary: Callie and Simon are stuck together via court order and accidental telepathic bond and Callie’s bad dreams make it hard for poor Simon to get a good night’s sleep. Enemies-to-friends arc activate!!!
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@avrablake @adie-dee @dontjudgemeimawriter @ryorine @thelaughingstag
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Simon POV
The walls were closing in and it jolted him from sleep.
The line between them hadn’t been this blurred since the thing first happened and he’d been so far inside the nightmare it felt like the experience was his own: a terrible, dark room underwater. The sound of screams, of metal doors clanging violently on their hinges. Being trapped and alone, left to die.
He flipped on the lamp next to couch, relief flooding in at the sight of his quarters and not those four walls. The force of it had woken him, but she was still dreaming up there, still in the cell.
He couldn’t sleep like this. And even if he could - could he let her?
He pulled his robe over his pajamas and headed up the stairs, willing his heartbeat to slow. She’d probably get mad at him. He didn’t care.  He couldn’t bear another second of sharing this particular mental landscape.
Callie was visible by moonlight only, lying on her stomach in his bed, crushing the pillow in a vice grip. He’d control her if he had to. God knew what she’d do, being forcibly roused from a bad dream. He sat, relieved to see she was actually wearing clothes, and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Wake up.”
Her brow creased, and she whimpered. fight, fight, have to fight.
“Hey,” he said again, louder this time. “Callie.”
Her eyes shot open; she jumped back and grabbed his wrist.
“It’s okay,” he said quickly. “It’s just me, you were having a nightmare.”
Her hair was an unkempt mess and she stared at him with unfocused eyes, maintaining her iron grip. “Bennett?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Just me. It’s okay.”
i’m here? you’re here? delaney? no, no, no, no if it’s not real-
A fractured series of thoughts poured from her, uncertainty about whether to trust her senses. The contact made it stronger. lost it down there, how do I even know this is real, how do I know I ever even came up, how do I know-
“It’s real,” he said, slowly prying her fingers off him. “I’m real, you’re here. Calm down.”
She pulled her hand against her chest like she’d hurt it, blinking to clear a fog.
“Go away,” she choked. stay stay stay stay stay stay i’m scared i don’t wanna be alone
“Please say what you mean,” he pleaded, the divide between her words and her thoughts splitting his mind apart. “I don’t know what to do when you-”
She uncurled herself in a frighteningly quick motion, shoved him away, stumbled out of bed.
“I need to get out of here,” she gasped, gripping the windowsill opposite him. The moonlight threw her silhouette into relief, her messy hair, taut arms and shoulder muscles - Ken’s pajamas, a camisole and drawstring shorts. “I can’t take being shut up like this, I need air, I need…”
Past the solitary confinement cell, there was another cage, a worse one - her childhood bedroom, where she was shut up as a last recourse for being bad. She beat the door on this one too, screamed nasty things, locked in from the outside. But there was no time frame for release here; it was conditional upon submission. 
Sweetness.
“I’m sorry,” he said, replying to it all out loud. “I saw some of it, but… I didn’t know.”
He wasn’t trying to do that to her - he, Simon. Never. He wasn’t, but it didn’t matter. She’d screamed at him and he got angry and left her up here, left food for her on the floor. 
Fuck.
“You can leave,” he found himself saying, watching from behind as she wiped a shaky hand across her face. “Come downstairs with me, seriously. You’re not trapped up here. Come on.”
She nodded and followed him numbly, down the spiral stairs to his main living quarters, and then left him behind, heading straight for the small kitchen. He watched her wordlessly as she raided his cupboard, uncorked a bottle of red wine and downed half of it without taking a breath. The remaining liquid sloshed as she lowered it, and she wiped her mouth while inspecting the label.
“Nineteen eighty,” she read, and hiccuped. “Excellent year.”
She raised a single eyebrow and held it out for him.
“No thanks,” he said carefully. “I thought we could-”
She shrugged and brought the bottle neck back to her mouth, downing the rest in the same fashion. When it was gone she slammed it on the table with a clunk.
He stared - should he have stopped her? “I didn’t mean to re-traumatize you,” he said. “I would’ve never-”
“I’m not traumatized,” she said, and hiccuped again. “I’m, I’m angry, and I…”
She held a finger up like she was about to make a very important point, but stood like that for so long he wondered if she forgot what she was going to say.
“I am a mess,” she decided upon, and then she swayed, leaning on the kitchen table. “And you’re, you’re so, I dunno, all-together. Everybody loves you. You got all this,” she said, dragging out all while she swept her free hand around the space, “and me? I got nothing. Nothing! And I tried, you know, I really did. I might not’ve known what I was doing but I fuckin’ tried. And, uh, it doesn’t matter, you know? Nothing you can do is gonna work when it’s wrong here.”
She jabbed a shaky finger into the middle of her forehead, and then brought it down and stopped just short of her chest.
“It was wrong before I killed him,” she said, her voice wobbling. “It’s always been wrong, always, always.”
She swayed again and this time it worried him. He closed the distance between them quickly and caught her arm. She didn’t push him away, but she didn’t lean on him either.
“I’m not perfect, you know,” he said quietly. “I don’t know where you get the idea I am, but I’m not.”
She looked up at him and made a gagging sound, and then swallowed thickly and closed her eyes. “I’m gonna be really drunk soon,” she croaked.
“Yeah, I should say so.”
He held onto her arm, afraid that if he let her go, she’d fall. Best to get the next part out while there was still a chance she’d remember it.
“I don’t wanna spend the next year fighting with you,” he said, “but you’re right, you didn’t ask for this. You have the right to be angry, and, I wish that you’d talk to me but I’m not gonna just lock you up until you’re nice. I never, I never meant to make you feel that way and I’m sorry.”
Her face crumpled again and she shoved him; not hard, just to convey her displeasure.
“Don’t say that,” she moaned. “Don’t you say I’m sorry to me, that’s the stupidest most backwards thing I ever heard, I’m the one who should say it and I can’t, I can’t even do it ‘cuz it wouldn’t be enough.” She swallowed, winced. “Oh, God,” she breathed. “I don’t feel so good.”
He nodded. “Well, I was gonna suggest going for a walk or even just being out on the balcony for a bit, but then you chugged an entire bottle of merlot.”
haven’t had a drop of booze for six years, he caught. forgot how much it doesn’t help
“It’s being alone, right?” he asked. “And closed in, like solitary. If-”
He shook his head. “Look, the bed’s big enough for the both of us and then some. I have to get some sleep, Callie, so if you want me to just sleep there too tonight, please just say so.”
He felt the craving rolling off her - warmth, a heartbeat, a shield against how crazy she went when she was alone, and he doubted it mattered who as long as it was someone.
She nodded, sniffled, and gripped his arm as he took her back upstairs.
A few days ago this would’ve been too strange to handle but at the moment he was too exhausted to make much of it at all except the possibility of peaceful sleep. There was space between them to spare, but it was close enough, allowed for the sharing of enough body heat to convince her she wasn’t actually hallucinating inside a solitary confinement cell.
He’d been in and out of every crevice of her mind, or so he thought, but he hadn’t realized it was quite this bad. She laid down with her back to him, pulling the blankets up over her shoulders.
“Don’t get any ideas,” she muttered, her mouth smashed into the pillow, and he caught in the broken-down intoxication of her mind that she was trying to be funny. “I never did this, y’ know? Sleep with somebody when I didn’t sleep with ‘em first.”
Ten seconds later she was snoring, and past the back of her head, snow gathered quietly on the windowsill outside. He didn’t remember much else and when he woke again it was morning; he’d slept deeply, and neither of them dreamt about anything at all.
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tangledinink · 28 days
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so you should go vote to tie the gemini w/ @cupcakeslushie's feral!leo because i think they'd be friends, actually, and here's why-
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the gems spend most of their time fighting in the nexus, slamming on the 'survival instinct' button, which happens to be right next to the 'animal instinct' button. as a result, they are far more Creechur than their typical posh personas would have you believe. so they got 🤝 solidarity
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... so long as no one else is around to see, i mean.
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treasureplcnet · 3 months
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anime-only fans please please please consider reading dungeon meshi because once you hit ch76 your life begins anew
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venelona · 1 year
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Reason why they only take full group pictures
Bonus:
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introspectivememories · 5 months
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it's always distinguished lesbian momo with disaster gay todoroki. we need to flip the script. disaster lesbian momo with distinguished gay todoroki. tddk are practically living together in shouto's japanese style dorm meanwhile momo flies in every morning, hair a mess, slamming that shoji door open, talkin bout "todoroki-kun! kyouka touched my knee this morning! do you think she likes me????"
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Every friend group Jedi Lineage should include:
A bimbo:
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A mean bisexual:
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An even meaner lesbian:
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She/theys:
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He/theys:
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A token straight that’s on thin ice:
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An astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart memorized:
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A short king:
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avoidmint · 29 days
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Happy Birthday to the Birthday Barry! Surprised with their first ever hand made cake from their new friends. ♥
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superfruitland · 8 months
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one of those nights.
a mini comic very loosely based on a conversation i had with @vangh17a a while back. thanks for being a wonderful distraction, you goober /aff /p
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koolaidashley · 4 months
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Childhood promise 3/3 ❤️❤️❤️
This just in boys who have no clue they’re biological brothers become honorary brothers, both diagnosed with Adorable Idiot Disease
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crabsnpersimmons · 17 days
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eats your clip
oh boy, looks like Clip is on the menu
again
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plus a bonus with Bloodmoon!
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egophiliac · 1 year
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on today's episode of "drawing things aimed specifically at myself, and then for some reason thinking it's a good idea to put them on the internet"...
-- (please do not reupload/dub/"remix"/etc., thanks!)
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They friends
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tangledinink · 8 months
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the second attempt (it goes way better.)
(here's the silly, self-indulgent content i promised previously.)
[ gemini au ] [ prev ]
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purgatory-jar · 20 days
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Who's excited for tonight's episode???? I am!!!
A lil bit of buck/tommy as a good luck charm for tonight!
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Want something like this? Commission me here: x
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separatedleoau · 1 year
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Donnie: explain
One: no <3
Tot!Leo from Mystic Tots by @thr-333, BB!Leo by @trubblegumm, TD!leo/Trainee by @s0fti3w1tch, TN!Leo/Green by @raymustardd, Future!Leo/Red by @red-rover-au
also Green's "lossers duo" shirt Ray did, and the cheerleader uniforms Val and Buwan did, overal context @tmntaucompetition
BONUS!
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he is texting Red
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