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Robert Pattinson as Bruce Wayne/Batman in The Batman (2022) dir. Matt Reeves

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thinking of getting my mumu back up and running now that i'm back here... def want to give a little love to my other canons, at least. if i do end up doing so, you will see a promo abt it! c:

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unless you literally want to crack open your rib cage and have me crawl inside do NOT flirt with me.

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Relief washed over Oliver as Zoe welcomed him in; he hadn't known what to expect, but in retrospect he felt dramatic for having been so nervous.

He sat in the nearest chair, followed her with his eyes as she walked about. "I could go for a cuppa, sure." The thought of a warm beverage was a pleasant one; it was chilly tonight and he'd had to walk further than he'd be willing to admit. "Like I said... Just really needed someplace to be. Shit night, y'know?" That was definitely understating it. He was feeling rough, no doubt, but he wasn't exactly interested in airing out his woes or at least not so quickly.

"Moving, ya said? Out of the city?"

Zoe answered her door, not expecting anyone to be there so late. She was surprised to see Oliver standing there but Zoe being Zoe, she immediately brought him inside. "Come get warm and comfortable. Do you want some tea or anything else to drink?" She asked, going into being a good host. " Its been awhile. I'm surprised you remembered I lived here. Funny enough I'm actually in the process of moving."

She walked into her kitchen and took the boiling water off the stove. She was making herself some tea. " I was just about to settle for the night so you caught me at a good time. Is everything okay? You look a little rough."

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open to: any gender, 18+. canon connections/OCs/crossovers all welcome.

Oliver cursed himself under his breath as he rapped on the apartment door, half hoping it wouldn't open and he'd be left to stumble off down the street.

He had no such luck.

"...Hey."

It was clear from the sight of him that Oliver was in a poor state, shrunken into himself and leaning against the door frame for support. "I hate to ask..." He cleared his throat, concentrating on enunciating properly. Maybe he was a mess, but he didn't want to seem too pathetic despite his reason for showing up here.

"My mates took my keys. You're, uh, the only person I know who lives 'round here." Truth be told, he hadn't even been sure they still lived in the city, much less at this address.

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"Maybe so." The air of flirtation lasted only a second, promptly squashed by Billy's bare-faced honesty. Caught off-guard, Oliver listened. It stung to hear the other man place the blame on himself so plainly; it filled Oliver with shame that he'd ever doubted Billy or thought twice about offering him comfort. He sounded so... sad. There wasn't a better way to put it. It sparked up some strange feeling in Oliver's chest. No matter how rough things may get, he never wanted Billy to feel badly about himself.

"You're not a piece of shit." The vulnerability of the moment rendered Oliver quiet, unsure of himself. "I'll come over." He'd had his own share of nights haunted by relentless ghosts; he didn't want Billy to have to deal with this alone. If time together was what he needed, then he would give him that. "Gimme 15 minutes, yeah?"

" You like it when I boss you around." Billy said, smirk easily heard through the phone. "Look I know things are a shit show and I really should stop drinking so much. I just don't know how." He admitted, sighing before there was a pause. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. " I'm sorry I'm a piece of shit. I just want to see you. Please come stay with me. I won't regret it in the morning. Promise."

Billy always kept his promises. It was one thing he was good for. "I won't drink anymore tonight. It's just gonna be us and some time together." He sounded almost desperate. Like he didn't want to be alone and he didn't. He didn't do well being alone and never had.

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i love you crazy, just keep on i love you madly, just keep on you wipe my lips, you turn me on my attentions are turned to you

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"So bossy." Oliver's instinct was to deflect, to play it off like they didn't both know he was compelled to come when the other called. He loathed the thought that Billy knew he would fold, both too familiar with this pattern to pretend they didn't know where this was headed. Still, he tried to maintain the illusion of self-respect.

Trying to keep concern from creeping into his voice, he asked, "Are you going to regret this in the morning?" At this point, the attempt at getting the other man to engage in a little introspection could be called desperate, but Oliver felt the obligation to try. Billy only seemed to call when he was wasted, and while he was tired of being at his beck and call, he still cared for him. One word and he would be there.

Open to: M

Plot: toxic couple that can't stay away from each other and it's yet another night Billy is drunk and calling your muse

" I want to see you." Billy slurred into the phone, nursing a bottle that didn't have much left to it. " Come over."

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𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 .    ( soft  angst  starters.   )

❛  i  can’t  do  this  without  you .  ❜ ❛  it’s  not  safe  for  people  to  see  us  together .  ❜ ❛  please  don’t  leave  me  alone .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  know .  ❜ ❛  just  go .   get  out  of  here ,   go .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  even  trust  myself ,   anymore .  ❜ ❛  there’s  nothing  left  for  me  here .  ❜ ❛  i  still  need  you .  ❜ ❛  i  only  wanted  to  help .  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  doing  this ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  it’s  not  true .   please .  ❜ ❛  i  have  to  do  this  alone .  ❜ ❛  how  did  you  get  this  scar ?  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  tell  me .  ❜ ❛  don’t  yell  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i  never  meant  to  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  things  are  getting  bad  again .  ❜ ❛  you  should  go .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  said  enough .  ❜ ❛  how  dare  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  still  here ?  ❜ ❛  you  deserve  better .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  talk  about  it .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  fix  this ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  you  hate  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  just  want  to  feel  something .  ❜ ❛  don’t  lie  to  me .  ❜ ❛  did  you  ever  care  about  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  regret  any  of  it .   not  a  single  thing .  ❜ ❛  how  could  you  say  that ?  ❜ ❛  i  never  asked  for  this .  ❜ ❛  this  isn’t  you .  ❜ ❛  i  need  to  go .   i  can’t  be  here .  ❜ ❛  what’s  that  supposed  to  mean ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this .  ❜ ❛  thank  you  for  being  gentle  with  me .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  possibly  trust  you ?   after  all  you’ve  done ?  ❜ ❛  don’t  run  away  from  this .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  understand .  ❜ ❛  please ,  i  can’t  do  this  right  now .  ❜ ❛  can  you  forgive  me ?  ❜

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open to: any gender, 18+. canon connections/OCs/crossovers all welcome.

"A- Are you sure that's what she said?" Oliver, more than slightly unsettled, has to set the record straight. He certainly doesn't need this allegation ruining his reputation. He leans in, an air of cautious confusion. Quietly, he adds, "...About me?"

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐑𝐏  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  -  a  collection  of  sentence  starters  for  partying  scenarios. adjust phrasing, pronouns,  etc.  as necessary.   tw:  drinking,  smoking.

did you just spill your drink on me?

shut up and dance with me, okay?

is this seat taken? sorry, this place is crowded.

i want to go home already.

having the strong feeling i’ll have to erase all my social networks in the morning.

could you do me a favor? could you pretend you’re my girl/boyfriend for a moment?

who the fuck invited you?

oh, i wasn’t expecting to see you here.

parties aren’t my thing.

want to dance with me?

do you recognize anyone?

can i get you a drink?

i said you could invite one person. one!

i don’t feel so good.

maybe i should have stayed home.

i am not nearly drunk enough yet.

i don’t recognize anyone here.

i should call my ex.

where’s a boy? i need to make out with someone.

i’m not drunk enough for this.

luckily for me, i have all my best ideas drunk.

it’s not a party without a little drama, am i right?

hiding from the drunk crowd too?

i only came for the free food.

do you want to get out of here?

boys are stupid, and i love you.

you’re beautiful, boys suck, i love you.

i’m dizzy, okay.

i need some water.

you need to go to bed.

do you want to talk about it?

do you have a light?

want to get some fresh air?

want to go somewhere quiet?

i’ll drive you home.

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Athena Nassar, from "Love Is Not Always Song, but the Swelling"

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huge fan of disgusting. massive supporter of gross and nasty

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open to: any gender, 18+. canon connections/OCs/crossovers all welcome.

Oliver leans against the sill of his open window, taking in the breeze with cell in hand as he awaits a text message he suspects isn't coming with the patience of a saint. Once again he finds himself an unnecessary footnote in the essay that is the crowd he's fallen in with here at uni. He's hardly surprised, unfortunately; he's heard how some of them speak about him when they don't know he's listening in. They would do well to have a little more tact.

Across the yard, his vacant gaze picks someone at random out of the crowd milling about. He just follows with his eyes, silent, phone still in hand just in case. People-watching is one of his favorite ways to pass the time, and lord knows he has time to pass.

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SALTBURN (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

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who up wanting something they can never have