Commission For @twinou, Gifts For @snowkillwhite

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1, 21, or 42 with boyf riends? It's totally up to you which one you use, thank you!

(How about A L L. prepare for angst™)

Twin Size Mattress

“You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?” Michael was standing at his front door, squinting, in a pair of Deadpool boxers. I had gotten them for him at the end of eighth grade, right after he came out to me. They are well loved.

“That’s what I’m leading with, yes.”

“So there’s more.” Michael sighed and turned to walk up the stairs, treading lightly. His mom was a light sleeper. My voice lowered to a whisper as I followed him, pulling the door shut behind me and locking it.

“Yeah. But I don’t wanna talk about that part yet. Right now, we are talking about how cute you look right now, ya big dope.”

“Jeremy, I am highly offended but I am too tired to insult you back so instead I do this.” He slowly gave me the finger before flopping down into the bunk beds he still inexplicably owned. Michael’s an only child.

“I love you too, Mikey.” I curled around him, making sure my feet didn’t touch his. I was not in the mood for a “your feet are too damn cold, jer” exchange right now.

After a few minutes, I broke the silence.

“So. It’s almost the end of summer. I can’t believe we graduated.”

“Graduation was awesome, Jer! We got stoned in my basement.”

“Yeah, Mikey. We sure did. But the point that I’m getting to is that-” I sneezed. “Fuck, Michael when’s the last time you washed your sheets? You know I’m allergic to Footloose.”

“Footloose is allergic to you. She’s the best cat. You cannot compare.”

“I’m not a cat.”

“Yes, but you are a furry.”

“Dang it, Mikey! This is supposed to be serious.” I sat up. “Fuck it, I’m just gonna say it. I leave for college in three hours.”

Michael was silent for a moment.

“Where?” It was more of a statement than a question. I could tell he didn’t wanna hear the answer.

“MIT.”

“Fuck Jer. That’s like 12 hours’ drive.”

“I know. I didn’t wanna tell you unless I got in. I didn’t really even think I would! It’s like crazy competitive and I’m so glad I got in but it means-”

“Don’t you say that… not you!” Michael’s fingernails started digging into his palms, and his eyes were watering.

“Michael, you know what it means. I have to leave, Mikey, I have to go! This is my dream. And I know your dad left when you were little but I’m not-”

I was cut off by Michael slapping me across the face.

“Fuck you, Jeremy Heere! Fuck you and fuck MIT and fuck Cambridge and fuck Massachusetts! Fuck you for leaving me! I thought we were always gonna be a team, Jer? What happened to that?”

“This is hard for me too, Michael! I have to leave everybody behind. You and my dad, and Christine and Brooke are going to college in New York and Rich is going to fucking California and Jake is gonna be in Washington for his internship and just. Fuck, Mikey! I can’t believe I’m even doing this! I can barely afford to go on my scholarship and my dad is working two jobs to help my pay my tuition.“

Michael, by now, had given up on being angry and was a sobbing pile on the floor.

"Fuck, Jer. Please stay. I can’t do this alone. You’re supposed to be my rock. Don’t leave me.” He was begging now, tears rolling from his eyes, which were squeezed shut so he didn’t have to look at me. I didn’t blame him.

“Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way.”I pushed him off my lap and I stood up. I had to go before I changed my mind. I kept my face toward the hall so Michael couldn’t see me crying. When I got to the front door, I paused for a minute with my hand on the frame, wondering if it was worth it.

And then I walked outside.

drained of blood, the heart is white

I woke up out of a dead sleep to make this and then immediately passed back out

Drawing challenge!!

Any character you guys want!

Comment!!

I really need to draw. Lol!

boyf riends angst (if u want!!)

he’s afraid jeremy might leave him behind again

Maybe call the cops? I mean I know the story seems implausible but you've got a bunch of very credible doctors right there, eye witnesses.

“I’ve been on the phone with a 911 operator since the mirror broke. They’re downstairs trying to overwrite the security system.” Jenna says quickly, her arm firmly around Christine.

“The reception is getting screwed too, Michael’s squip is taking over everything-” Christine is interrupted by a loud, horrible sounding scream.

Michael’s scream alerts half the floor. His squip is running contentious shocks through him as a attempt to stop the glass in his hand from moving to his neck. In the process of charging Michael with so much electricity, a fire is started when Michael backs against the metal support bar, that on the inside of the wall, is touching cables to the light switch.

A fuse blows out, the bathroom fills with smoke. Michael is once again, in the bathroom by himself.

Soulmates

(A/N: Hey guys! This is just a soulmate AU, basically, when you first set eyes on your soulmate, you get a tattoo on your wrist that says what they first thought of you when they saw you. Does that make sense? You’ll get it eventually, anyways, enjoy :D)

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Tony Stark walked into his nearest coffee shop, yes he had his own premium coffee machine at home, but he just wanted too get out of the house. He was having trouble concentrating and Peter not being around made the tower so quiet and boring.

he walked in and ordered.

“Just an americano, thanks” the billionaire said as he placed his order, he saw the server look up in shock at them realising who he was, just slowly nodding whilst still writing down the order and then ran off too the back, possibly to go and tell everyone ‘Iron Man was it their coffee shop!’

He laughed at the image of it and then went and sat at a table near a window.

Meanwhile, Stephan Strange, a sorcerer, was walking down the road in his robes and cloak and all, tired and exhausted from teaching students at Kamar-Taj all day, he just wanted a coffee.

Walking by a window that belonged too his favourite coffee shop, he looked inside and saw a stunning man, studying his face, he could see just from his profile that he was real eye candy, he had a similar beard, brown eyes, brown hair and a small nose. The only words that came to Stranges’ mind: “fucking beautiful.”

A gasp escaped the shorter males mouth after a long gulp of coffee, he felt a sharp stabbing pain on his wrist and looked down immediately. He blinked in disbelief, mouth agape, reading the same words again and again: “fucking beautiful.”

Tony turned around wildly, setting his cup down on the table, looking around the small building, trying to find someone looking at him. Finally, he looked out the window behind him and saw a taller and attractive looking man looking at him, head slightly tilted, almost as if he was studying him; that sounds creepy, but the richer of the two just found it romantic (but him being his soulmate probably helped)

“Well.” Thought Tony: “if he is my soulmate, I’m lucky as hell.”

It was at that moment he realised he maybe just etched those words permanently on the handsome man ahead of him. “Shit.” He said aloud

“Shit, oh my god, he probably thinks I’m so cheesy, oh my god what do I do?!” He thought, probably looking and sounding like an anxious female teenager.

That was when the sorcerer felt the same stabbing the other had on his wrist, looking down, handling the pain slightly worse due too his multiple surgeries on his hands, and seeing the words. “If he’s my soulmate, I’m lucky as hell.” He stared at the words for a second and then looked at the other, seeing him looking at him too, biting his lip in worry.

Stephen smiled slightly, took a deep breath and walked in, ready too meet his lifelong partner.

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A/N: So guys, I hope you liked that! I have loads of other soulmate ideas which I plan too use (that I found on this website) so please tell me if you like this so I know too write more! Anyway, bye.

Loki and Dr. Strange?

Who is the restless sleeper? Loki

Who eats cereal for dinner? Loki

Who wears odd socks? Neither

Who reads more? They both read a lot

Who prefers a bath over a shower? Loki

Who can knit? Loki

Who has the weirder laugh? They both do

Who gets more jealous? Loki

Who sleeps with a teddy bear? Loki is Stephen’s teddy bear

Who still uses internet explorer? Loki

Who is the most sentimental? Although he’d rather be stabbed than  admit it, Loki

Who can play an instrument? Stephen

Who has the worst sense of direction? Loki, but that’s only because he’s not used to Midgard (well, at least that’s his excuse)

Who cooks breakfast? Stephen

Who is the early riser? Stephen