#gbg writing

[bombusbombus]

Got tagged by @supermanstoddlerleash for this

rules: create a 24 hour poll with the names of your wips, and for whichever wins, write one sentence for each vote it gets

Most of my WIPs are either abandoned or in long term storage, I usually only work on one at a time (until it's done) so you too could ruin me by making me take out an old fic and rework it into something I'm more happy with writing.

Too sleepy to tag someone else. Peace

[cipheramnesia]

Hey I know GBG doesn't have as many notes as your funny posts but.....I've been really enjoying it, and I haven't interacted with it the same way I do your joke posts. The joke posts feel like an implicit invitation to the audience to do spinoffs. The serious stuff doesn't.

I mostly just hope I get more reblogs on stuff that's more like, me trying to write in a serious way, like how anyone wants. The same with art, which it doesn't all even need comments I think, just sharing around. Like I generally don't leave much commentary on art when I reblog it, usually it's just something I think is good and maybe doesn't have a lot of notes so I hope a few more people see it and stuff like that. Nothing all consuming, just sharing around other people's work and maybe they will find more people who like their work and they will feel a little nicer, mainly. Passing it around the communal fire n such.

Which usually I don't bring up for me, or I try not to because it goes where it goes and it sees who it sees. But generally also what I hear tell is if you do want art in front of eyes you just gotta accept being a little annoying about with sharing constantly and asking other people to share it. Also only sleeping four or five hours a night has by reduced my normal self conscious self restraint, plus my personal mental illness has gotten very weird and demanding about writing more. I might pass out in sec

[yellowcry]

I'm having sich big problems with writing the dinner scene for GBG like what, I just can't find a way to make it have the same energy and have enough descriptions

[enderdoesstuff]

Hi nice to meet you my name is Ender. I am 💅💅 if yk yk, and I go by She/They. I am really fascinated with space and hope to be an astrophysicist soon. I love writing and am currently writing a horror story called “The Horrors from Within” which I am really proud of. I am obsessed with the following people. Danny Gonzalez, Kurtis Conner, Ranboo, Tommyinnit, Justaminx, Jschlatt, Misfits Gaming, Misfits, GBG, and Swaggersouls. That’s is a lot I know. Please don’t be mean I don’t get offended easily, but I am too lazy to deal with dumb dumbs. Also MDNI

[ict-marketresearch-reports]

Digital Identity Solutions Market: Size, Share, Trends, Current and Future Analysis

According to a research report "Digital Identity Solutions Market Growth with Covid-19 Impact Analysis by Component (Solutions and Services), Solution Type (Biometrics and Non-Biometrics), Authentication Type, Deployment Mode, Organization Size, Vertical, and Region - Global Forecast to 2026" published by MarketsandMarkets, In the post-COVID-19 scenario, the global digital identity solutions market size is projected to grow from USD 23.3 Billion in 2021 to USD 49.5 Billion by 2026, recording a Compound Annual Growth Rate (CAGR) of 16.2% from 2021 to 2026. The market’s growth in the market can be attributed to the increase in instances of identity-related frauds and data breaches and the need for compliance with various upcoming regulations.

Based on solution type, the Biometric segment is estimated to lead the market in 2021.

Based on solution type, the digital identity solutions market has been bifurcated into two segments: biometrics and non-biometrics. These solutions play a vital role in every organization. Most organizations are moving toward digitalization and cloud-based infrastructure, which help them drive businesses forward and strengthen customer relationships. Biometric segments market to hold the largest market share in the digital identity solutions market.

Based on Vertical, Retail and eCommerce segment is estimated to lead the market in 2021.

Retail and eCommerce is growing at an unprecedented rate in North America, Europe, and APAC. This vertical is targeted to extract highly confidential and sensitive data of critical sectors, including government, prime contractors, and suppliers.

North America is expected to hold the largest market share during the forecast period.

North America is considered the most mature market in terms of adopting digital identity solutions, due to factors such as the rise in identity and authentication frauds and the presence of key vendors in the region. Cyber threat is becoming a global issue right from individuals to large enterprises. Companies of all sizes are focused on removing security gaps and vulnerabilities from their critical business applications and network infrastructure. Both SMEs and large enterprises are adopting digital identity solutions to maintain the physical security of infrastructure.

Market Players

Major players, namely, include NEC (Japan), Samsung SDS (South Korea), Thales Group (France), GBG (UK), TELUS (Canada), Tessi (France), Daon (US), IDEMIA (France), ForgeRock (US), Jumio (US), iProov (UK), ID R&D (US), Refinitiv (UK), ImageWare Systems (US), OneSpan (US), Smartmatic (UK), Verisec (Sweden), Vintegris (Spain), AU10TIX (Cyprus), Signicat (Norway), RaulWalter (Estonia), Duo Security (US), Syntizen (India), HashCash Consultants (US), and Good Digital Identity (Czech Republic).

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[sio-th3-r4nd0]

Krii7y,

Prompt: They both have musical talents, only they suck at the other talent. Ex. Person A sings but can’t play an instrument and Person B can play an instrument but can’t sing.

Includes Wholesomeness

Jaren sighed, shaking his head at his friend. John was acting a fool again, messing with the younger kids as they passed by.

“Hey John, you know I have to go in five. I have to check the lights for the stage before Cameron checks the mic.” Jaren said as his friend continues to swim through the swarm of little tykes.

“Yeah yeah don’t remind me.” John pulled away from a kid with a teddy bear (that he was petting). “I have to be sure that their costumes are good to go because of the fashion diva I am.” John says flamboyantly, striking a pose in the middle of the hallway.

“You are not a fashion diva with that hair,” Jaren says with a smile, caressing John’s platinum dyed hair. “You definitely need to re-dye this though. You’re roots are showing.”

“I know, but it adds charm.” John says as he brushes off Jaren’s hand gently and smiles, walking towards the auditorium. “I’m going to re-dye it tonight, since my mom will be away. Do you wanna come help?”

“Sure, as long as you wash it properly.” Jaren blushes faintly as the pair walks in sync to the door. “No one wants to touch a greasy mess.”

They reach the door and John went in, Jaren doing the same. John went backstage with the rest of the cast and Jaren went up some stairs and into a little balcony set with stage equipment. Behind the glass, nobody can hear the click and murmurs when there’s an issue. Right now, Jaren is the only one running the show with his supervisor Fitz. However, Fitz is normally away from his post and instead chatting up the drama director. Jaren starts up the lighting and checks if all lights and effects are working, (which they all are,) and Jaren just sat back and relaxed himself. Normally, his days can be seen spent doing homework, hanging out with John and the others, and sleeping at home after a successful game or two, while music is playing. Right now he’s been listening to Dilemma. How’s it go again?

Jaren started to sing. Like a nightingale, a beautiful melody filled the empty room. “I love you and all I need is you, no matter what I do, All I think about is you…” Using his fingers to snap, Jaren kept rhythm and continued to sing. Whenever he sings, Jaren makes sure that it’s always in a secluded place. Jaren never lets anyone hear him sing. Nobody wants to anyway.

Compared to the professionals, Jaren thinks he’s merely a novice; not worth participating in choir.

Ladies and gentlemen, we all know this is a lie. This man can sing Ave Maria and earn tears (regardless if it has ever happened). The only reason why he hasn’t is stupid. Not worth mentioning.

At least at this point of the story.

Jaren started to put his own spin on the song as the walkie-talkie on the table next to him turned on. It was the director, signaling they were about to start the Act 1 rehearsal.

“Tech, we are about to start. Dim the stage.”

Jaren immediately snapped out of his singing and dimmed the lights. He took the walkie and told the director “We’re ready here.”

The music cue from the pianist begun and Jaren cued the light sequence to show the characters one by one. The musical was made recently, about a girl going through a great tragedy and entering a toxic relationship before getting out.

The musical itself is pretty good, but the moment the character Jane stepped out everyone could tell John had done a fantastic job with the outfit. Jane was suppose to look as a plain Jane in the first act of the musical, so John sported “Jane” with a simple blue shirt and nothing else to give a special characteristic to her. Which is pretty hard to do, since the prettiest girl in school was casted as Jane. Popular favorite, popular vote.

…

The rehearsal went as planned with no trouble. Fitz eventually returned towards the beginning so Jaren was not alone, but still relatively lonely. There wasn’t much for him in life, but playing games is about the only thing he’s ever good at. Oh well, Jaren thought, shrugging.

Fitz walked out of the room when Act 1 was done, all that they were doing today. When he left, Jaren stayed put, trying to give himself comfort by leaning back in his chair until Jaren was balanced enough to not fall, and started to sing again.

Only this time, his very own song.

This song was from his deepest desires, something so obvious that everyone should know it. Every time he looks at John, this spark goes off and Jaren gets this look in his eyes. Sadly, that’s only apparent when he’s not wearing his customized glasses, whiiiiiiich Jaren just so happened to not be wearing today.

“Fuck me, love my idiot brain, my stupid ass, my connecting chain,” Jaren sings, keeping tempo with a simple snap. “I’m dying with loooove, with hope and a flying fuck, hopefully I can get that suck… but not likely with my luck.” Some A cappella scat improvised its way in there as Jaren closed his eyes and lived in the moment. Not paying attention to a thing.

Unafraid.

Fearless.

Calm.

Suddenly, a door rattled behind him and out appeared John, just the same as ever. Jaren stumbled and fell backwards, his back hitting the chair.

“Woah shit dude.” John said, rushing to aide the fallen comrade. “Are you okay? Can you see clearly?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Promise.” Jaren said, using John as support to get out of the chair.

“That was a pretty hard fall though. Are you sure you’re okay?” John pesters Jaren one more time, clearly worried.

”Yeah. Are we headed to your house now?” Jaren said, shaking off the shock.

”Sure. I have nothing else planned.” John started to walk out of the room. “Do you have everything?”

“Lemme get my backpack and we can go.” Jaren said, pushing past John in a friendly, playful way. Totally not brushing off what just happened.

Jaren gets to his locker, which isn’t too far off, and quickly gets his backpack. He meets John near his car (a Volkswagen) and gets in the all too familiar vehicle.

The drive to John’s house was tame, with the silence in the air filled by music. Once John pulled up to his driveway, Jaren immediately took the spare key hidden somewhere and opened the door with ease. Jaren felt as ease here, even though he was still sweating and anxious about almost getting found out earlier. John follows suit as Jaren crashes onto the couch, flopping in all his glory.

“You want anything bro?” John asks as he sets his bag down and pats Jaren’s head.

”Yeah, can you get me some of your Peace Tea’s before I pass out? I’m tired.” Jaren sighed, looking up at John.

”Sure. I’ll leave it on the coffee table. You want your coaster?”

”Yassss bitch.”

Jaren hears John shuffling around and going into the kitchen, signaled by the clickity-clack of his boots hitting the tile. John quickly comes back with his Peace Tea, setting it on the coaster he moved to the corner closest to Jaren.

Jaren realizes how lucky and happy that John puts up with his bullshit, just before passing out.

Jaren passed out for a few hours. Well deserved sleep, for several nights Jaren has been running on energy boosters to make up for the fact that he’s been playing video games with his friends. Sometimes John, sometimes others. When Jaren finally awoke, a bit slow at realizing his surroundings, he grabbed the Peace Tea that still sat at the edge  of the table. Jaren cracked opened the can with a pop and sat up, sipping the sweet drink slowly.

As his mind traveled and wandered away, Jaren continued to sip his drink. When minutes have passed and not a living creature has stirred, you tend to stop and wonder “where is John?” Jaren thought this and finished the last of his drink, preparing to venture on the abyss to find John. Or, at least, search John’s house. Jaren placed the Peace Tea down and stood up. He then started his search for John in the kitchen, going from the kitchen and then down to the end of the hallway. Jaren finally got to John’s room and opened it.

Only John wasn’t there.

Where the fuck is John?!

As if on cue, all the way across the house, a song from a piano filled the air. Jaren followed the sound into John’s garage (a place where Jaren has never been before), where John sat on a piano bench, playing the piano.

John hasn’t noticed Jaren yet, so Jaren quietly closed the garage door and listened in to the song. It was a familiar tune, the song John played. Jaren recognised it as Angel in the Morning, a song he was a huge fan of when he was younger. As the chorus came up, Jaren got ready to sing.

~”Just call me Angel of the Morning, angel; Just touch my cheek before you leave me—“~

John smashed his keys and stopped everything as an off-tune and yelped “baby” came from Jaren. John turned around and met eyes with Jaren, wide eyed and mouth agape. Jaren was flushed from head to toe, being caught singing in front of someone, John no less. But something, something inside of Jaren felt that John didn’t care about his singing ability. Jaren trusted John enough to show him his flaws.

Jaren hoped John would do the same.

John didn’t move and Jaren didn’t dare break the silence. After a few more seconds like this, John spoke:

”How long?”

Jaren didn’t know what he meant by “how long” and only gave out a small “what” in reply before John asked again.

”How long were you there for?”

Jaren avoided eye contact. "Just for a little bit."

Jaren feels the intense stare John gives him as he contemplates this predicament, unsure what to do next.

John begins to shake his head, slowly at first, but the he starts to shake his head even more.

"Nope nope nope not doing this." John says, standing up with his face flushed. Jaren got even more confused. John wasn't saying a thing about his singing (which Jaren truly hoped John didn't see) or a thing about what's going on. Did he always have this talent?

"Wait... what's going on?" Jaren asked as he took a little step forward.

"None of this happened." John said, putting his hands on Jaren's shoulders and pushing him away. Jaren didn't budge an inch. Even though John may look strong, there isn't much strength in his arms.

"John what do you mean?" Jaren said against John's might. Jaren started to push towards John, but not enough to knock him over.

“Just get out,” John started to raise his voice. “Go! Please, just go!”

Jaren couldn’t see John’s face, a face that was covered in his hair. All Jaren could tell was John was yelling at him for some reason. But why?

”I’m not going anywhere John,” Jaren said, determined. “Just look at me.”

John’s arms gave up in defeat and he sank back into the piano bench, covering his face. John’s ears were now visible, showing the amount of blushing John did. All this time, John was muttering a string of “no’s”.

Jaren steadily approached John, being careful. The tension rose in Jaren, afraid John might hate him. Scared for the future of their friendship. Nervous for John’s reaction, but hopeful for a new understanding.

Jaren placed his hand on John’s shoulder. This caught John’s attention and he finally turned his ace to Jaren. Jaren saw how much John was blushing, including his ears.

”It’s okay,” Jaren said, using his other hand to hold onto John’s hands. Jaren was feeling a bit flustered himself. “Please just tell me.”

John looked reluctant at first, but then sighed as he looked down to the floor. “I-uh, I kinda have this talent.”

“Playing the piano?”

“No, not just that…” John said, snatching glances at Jaren. “It’s… it’s kinda with every instrument I play...”

“Like… a trumpet?” Jaren asked.

”Kinda… it’s hard to explain. It runs in the family, to be normally gifted…but…” John trails off. “Is there a reason why you never told me?” Jaren asked.

“I kept feeling stupid about this whole thing. I knew you’d never believe me, so I didn’t bother.” John said, being more vocal than before. “I mean, who’d believe that your best friend for forever had this insane talent and never brought it up? No one, and especially not you. If I ever did, I always thought you’d just laugh it off and continue on with your life.”

“Well, it’s happening now.” Jaren said. “And you never know for sure. Obviously I have to believe you know. I’ve never heard of you taking piano lessons or having any interest in music, but I just saw you play beautifully. That’s more than enough proof for me.” Jaren had both of his hands grasping John’s, gripping tighter.

”You’re not exactly off the hook either you know.” John says, making Jaren a bit too overwhelmed. “I’m sure you know it…”

…that motherfucker heard me sing, Jaren thought.

“You did hear me, didn’t you.”

”I did…” John says, even more flustered. “And just now too. You are the embodiment of a nightingale.”

“Am not asshole.” Jaren snaps quickly, already blushing a lot.

“Are too~” John cooed. “And I even heard that song of yours… I never knew you felt about me like that. To just, ‘Fuck your stupid ass’, was it?”

Jaren laughed. “No, dumbass. It was ‘Fuck me; love my idiot brain; my stupid ass; my connecting chain’.”

“That works too.” John said.

Jaren became a tomato, heat radiating off of his face. John chuckles even more and stokes Jaren’s hair.

“This means we’re official, aren’t we?”

Jaren looks up at John and sees his smile, melting his heart.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

The moment Jaren finishes that statement, John pulls Jaren into a invigorating kiss. Jaren, whose mouth was open and caught off guard, was met with John’s soft lips and his tongue swirling with Jaren’s. John’s tongue was trying to explore every crevice, every spot of Jaren’s mouth. By the time they stopped, Jaren was a mess of mixed emotions, all good, and John only said one thing.

”Wow, that was hot.”

[daemoninwhiteround2]

Bruce Wayne is a modern man. He is well educated, beyond that which most of his social class achieve. He is well known and well liked by most he meets, even those both above and below his social strata. He has extraordinary level of self control.

And yet. This little half-feral maid. Is testing his patience.

When Jason had initially made overtures, Bruce had assumed that it was what his previous masters had required from him, and had assured him that Bruce would never touch him in such a manner. Jason, contrary creature that he is, did not take it as the comfort it was meant as, but as a challenge.

Bruce is fairly certain that Jason's skirt is not regulation length - there's no way that it comes down past his fingertips. And his tail should be above the waistband, not under. Every time Jason stretches up onto the tip of his toes, his tail reflexively rises to provide him with proper balance, and it pulls the back of his skirt up.

Bruce has seen more glimpses of lacy underthings in the past half hour that Jason has been "dusting" his study than he has in the past year of dalliances.

He turns the page of his paper - he has no idea what any of it has said. He'll have to reread it once Jason is done. He can see Jason settle back down onto flat feet out of the corner of his eye, and breathes a silent sigh of relief. At least now Jason--

Jason sighs, stretches, and bends at the waist to clean under the bookcase.

Jason's tail, thick and bushy and gorgeous now that he's in Bruce's employ and has three square meals a day, curves up and over his head. His skirt doesn't so much rise up as it totally flips over, and Bruce has a perfect view of exactly what Jason's wearing under his skirt and petticoats.

Bruce inhales so sharply he chokes and begins to cough.

Jason straightens with a rush. "Oh no! Mr Wayne! Are you alright?" he steps to Bruce's side and wrings his hands together.

Bruce looks at him and sees the spark of mischief in his eyes and wants to strangle the brat.

And maybe put him over Bruce's lap and spank him until he apologizes for teasing the master of the house--

No. Steady old boy. That's how he wins.

"Could you get me a glass of water from the kitchens?" he rasps once he's regained control.

Jason tucks his duster into the pocket of his apron. "Of course Mr Wayne! You just stay right there, I'll be right back."

Bruce watches him go. Of course Bruce does. Jason puts a little extra sway into his hips and his ears flick happily and Bruce knows he knows.

Bruce settles back into his arm chair with a sigh. He's never fucked an employee and he's not about to start now, no matter how alluring they are.

...It can't be that difficult to find a foxboy prostitute that will allow Bruce to call him a different name.

Bruce gets to his feet and calls for Alfred. He's going out tonight.

[feelitstillmp3]

fun little repo man based gbg rewrite that’ll never get done but is good in concept

"So i'm shagging a woman and a demon?" Tosh cowered almost in fear, anyone would be afraid of those empty black eyes gazing far into you. Mary blinked and they disappeared as quickly as they came out.

"Demons are .. a bit flexible on the whole gender thing. Which part is worse?" Her smile was still as intoxicating as before she revealed herself.

"I know which one my mother would say," Tosh tried to relax herself. “Were you the one who killed all those people? Pulled out their hearts?” Mary held a judging look.

“Is that a problem to you?” 

[searching-for-arcadia]

Sometimes I just lay around and think that everyone should be in a relationship with Gwen and Rhys... Like not necessarily a romantic relationship but like a queerplatonic relationship with them because it feels like they would be really supportive and the two of them together would just help any character become their better selves? I just feel like they would take such good care of their partner(s) and that they would learn things about themselves and their strengths as a pair and as individuals.

[gottalovethemisfits]

What’s it like to date Swagger?

-absolute gentleman

-a lot of makeout sessions

-dancing together

-painting his nails very often

-random gifts

-playful, random kisses

-you're his TOP priority

-cooking dinner together

-playfully sticking your tongue out at him

-joking around together

-respects if you don't wanna smoke weed

-when high, he keeps looking and smiling at you

-protects you from EVERYTHING

-loves you with all his heart

-no trust issues here

-love to spare

-scolding Mason if he does something stupid

[bombusbombus]

recoloured this old warmup to repost cause I had it on my mind.

If Clark is going to be in earth 19 (gotham by gaslight universe) (they're publishing more gbg and clark is going to be there), then listen to me listen to me, he needs to be a cowboy. Superman needs to be a cowboy in the big city. I am SOO serious about this. I am on my knees, DC, let me write for you, I would add so many themes about modern technology versus traditional knowledge and sprinkle in some anticolonialism PLEASE.

You could have a cute little Daily Planet that has to struggle against yellow journalism in a smoky little backroom & setting their own type, a la The Truth. You could have gentlemen's clubs. You could have a brutal war against unions in the streets and one lone titan of industry giving into their demands. You could have the exact same 3 batkids from the movie, there's literally nothing to improve on there. You could have Clark tear down a barbed wire fence with his bare hands, in a futile attempt to unravel colonialist ideas of private land ownership. Imagine the alien knows more about the earth, the real earth, than the knight in his city does. Imagine the American dream failing Clark, who has to go back east to the big city, failing Bruce, who lost his parents, failing everyone over and over until they decide to build something without it. In an era of rampant exploitation, what do real heroes look like?

Or you can make the justice league fight big steampunk robots ig I'm excited either way.

[paranormalchemistry]

Bruh that solo fitz smut!!! Pleeeease

I’ll be honest, I can’t write Solo Smut for shit? But this is the first of three requests I have asking for just Fitz jacking off to the sound of Jay’s voice because I had to find a way to include somebody else. So, uh, I’m just going to do one. I can barely write smut to start with, so like...I’m sorry for how short and stupid this is. I just can’t do solo shit maaaan

“Fuck…” He gasped, gripping his cock a bit harder and his movements began to quicken their pace. His headphones were barely starting to slip off of his head, the distant sound of the voice seeming so distant but also reverberating within his skull. 

A comfortable warmth settled into his stomach, he was so close he could practically feel it already on his hand and he just wanted to-”Cam? Cam! Are you even listening anymore?” The sound of Jay’s voice cut through his brain like it was butter, bringing him out of his thoughts just a bit but not stopping his motions in their tracks just yet. Quickly pressing his unmute button, Cam did his best to not sound like he was just jerking off and stumbled his way through, “Yeah, uh, you were talking about your twitch sub goal?” He quickly muted his mic again, hoping his short answer would suffice. 

A chuckle, and then another giggle, “Well at least I know you’re paying attention! Tobi suggested I do what some other streams did and set up a goal for a maid outfit, and if I hit it she would even buy it for me...but-” The words were cut off by Cam’s thoughts and motions quickening just that slightest bit more. A large groan escaped him as he twisted his hand in a fashion that almost made him blow over. That’s what started this...bit of a mess for Cam. Just the idea alone was enough to make him cum, but then he started actually zipping his pants down and-”Uh...Cam?” Jay mumbled, making him stop once again to unmute his mic. “Y-yea? What’s up dude?” He gulped just a bit. “You...you do know that you’re probably pressing the wrong button to mute? As in...you’re not muting?”

[frogfaeries]

okay but hear me out : au where the boys get transfered into a minecraft universe,, swagger gets angry, punches a tree and it just falls and gives him all the blocks, and suddenly, they all realize where they are.

[idiosinkrasies]

power outage

(John's POV)

"You know what I haven't done in like, forever?" My best friend, Smii7y, asks me while we're on a discord call together after a recording session.

"What?" I ask in response to his previous question.

"Had a sleepover. Like a real one, with movies and staying up late and all of that stuff." He says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And now that I think about it, the last time I had been to a sleepover was in 8th grade.

"Huh, now that you mention it, same here." After a few moments of comfortable silence, he decides to speak up.

"You wanna have a sleepover? I can be at your place in under an hour." (pretend they live in the same state and country for that matter.) He says suddenly, making my eyes widen slightly at his request.

"Uhh, sure, I'll see you in an hour or less, then?"

"Hell yeah, you will, biotch, later John!" He says and ends the call before I can say anything. I sit back in my chair and look around at my room, my messy room.

"I need to clean this shit up," I say to myself, getting up and making my way down to the kitchen to fill up my water bottle before heading back up to get everything ready for tonight.

Timeskip like 50 minutes

"Aaaaaaaand done!" I say, putting the last pillow on the now made guest bed. I look up and around the room to see all the work that was done, only to hear the sound of rain hitting the roof and windows. Huh. I must have been to busy with cleaning to notice the rain.

"I hope Smitty has an umbrella," I say to myself, wondering if he was caught in the rain or not.

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my doorbell. Speak of the devil and he shall come, I guess. I make my way through the house and over to the door. I open it only to be greeted by a sopping Smitty, who looks like he regrets all his life decisions. An amused smile makes its way onto my face and I snort a little.

"Would you like to come in?" I say and he looks at me like he wants to kill me.

"You know what? No, I wouldn't, I'd like to stay out here in the cold, dark rain, with the possibility of getting sick, instead of going inside to change into some warm and dry clothes. Yes, you ballsack, I want to come in." He says before pushing passed me and into my house, where he drops his, soaking wet, bag onto a nearby chair and shaking his head like a dog.

"Hey!" I say, trying to block some of the water with my arms and laughing. He stops and moves over to his bag on the chair.

"Ah shit, all my clothes are wet now." He says, pulling out wet clothes.

"I can wash those for you, and you can borrow some of my things for now, if you want," I say looking away from him and making my way over to my room, thank god my house only has one floor.

"That would be awesome, but would any of your stuff fit me?" He says as he follows me into my room, pointing out the somewhat noticeable side difference between us as I reach into the bottom drawer of my dresser and pull out some of my older shirts and pants.

"I'm sure I have some older stuff you can use." I pull out some of the smaller ones that are still comfortable and hold them out to him.

"Great, I'm getting your hand-me-downs." He says sarcastically.

"Don't act so excited," I replied raising my eyebrows.

"Shut up," He says grabbing the clothes from my hands and walking over to my bathroom. I watched as he walked away before grabbing the rest of his stuff and bringing it over to the guest room and placing it at the end of the bed, luckily it wasn't as soaking wet as him.

"Yo Smit! You want something to drink?" I yell as I walk over to the kitchen.

"I'll have water, thanks!" He yells back and I grab a glass, filling it with water and also grabbing a can of ginger ale for myself. I crack open the can and take a sip when I hear the door to the bathroom in my room open up. I take another drink and look over to where the smaller man should be entering from only to choke on my drink.

Oh my god, he's so fucking adorable. The shirt I gave him was just slightly oversized, showing off his pale neck and collarbones. The pants were perfect around his waist but trailed along the floor. A flood of thoughts rush into my mind and my face turns light pink as I start to cough from, y'know, choking on my drink.

Smitty's face morphs into one of concern and he rushes over to me and pats my back as I keel over on myself. Soon my coughing fit is over and my blush dies down and I can talk like a normal person again.

"Are you ok John? What just happened?" He sputtered out as I stood up straight again, hitting my chest with my fist a couple of times.

"I think I just inhaled some ginger ale, I'll be fine, thanks though." I don't mention the fact that I only choked because I thought he was cute, but I don't think that would go over to well.

"Well ok, you wanna watch a movie? Or do you want to change first?" He asks.

"Yeah, we can watch a movie, but I'll change first, you can pick one out," I say, walking towards my room while he makes his way to the living room where the tv is.

I close the door and walk over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of comfortable pants and a tank-top, laying them on the bed. I take off my shirt and pants, leaving me in nothing but my boxers and pull on the soft pants and the tank-top.

I make my way out of the room and meander over to where Smitty had already started the movie.

"So what're we watchin tonight Smit?" I say, stretching my back by pressing my arms up over my head, away from my body. When I stop and look over to the brunet next to me, I see that his face is red and he's just staring at me. "Uhhhh, Smitty? You there bud?" With a smile, I jokingly wave my hand in front of his face. He blinks.

"Oh, uhh, yeah, I'm fine, just got distracted is all." His face gets redder.

"Oh, were you too distracted by my attractiveness?" I ask and his face reddens even more. "Oh, you were? Interesting..." I trail off and sit down on the couch, looking up to see what movie we're watching.

"Oh, Annabelle, didn't peg you for a horror movie kind of guy, you sure you're up for it, man?" I say, teasingly.

"I wouldn't so cocky if I were you." We both turn to the movie, watching in silence with the occasional quip or side comment.

Later on in the movie, rain still pouring, the lights flicker and Smitty seems to tense up slightly.

"It's ok, I don't think the power'll go out." Right as I said that the entire house goes pitch black and I hear a scared noise from Smitty as he grabs onto my sleeveless arm and holds on for dear life.

"Whoa, you ok there?" I ask, my face heating up slightly.

"No, I'm not. It was a bad idea to watch that stupid movie and now the fucking power's out!" He says like he was berating himself for something.

"I can grab some flashlights if you want," I say, starting to get up from where I was, only for the smaller man to hold on tighter to me.

"No don't leave me. I don't want to be alone." I can hear the fear in his voice as he practically claws at my exposed arm.

He's so cute wtf

I sigh. "Ok fine, I have my phone, we can use that," I say and turn on my phone's flashlight.

"Thank you." He mumbles into my shoulder. I smile fondly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask him, rubbing his back gently.

"No, I-" he was cut off by a loud bout of thunder making him whimper and move his face to press into my chest.

"Hey hey hey, it's ok, I'm here," I lift his face up to look him in the eyes. "Don't worry."

I can see tears streaming down his face with a scared expression painted on. I noticed how his eyes flick around my face and land on my lips. Suddenly I'm overwhelmed with the urge to lean in and kiss him.

He beats me to that though as soon his lips meet mine. It only lasts for about five seconds, but those five seconds were the best of my life.

I follow him slightly when he pulls away, wanting more than what I got. I open my eyes slightly and see that's he's blushing like crazy. His eyes shoot open.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, that was stupid of me, you probably hate me now, I'm so fucking sorry, I-I-" I cut him off with another kiss.

Our lips move in sync with each other, a dance only known to the two of us. I place a hand on his hip while he cups my face making me melt more into the kiss.

Sadly we had to pull away for air, but we stayed close, foreheads pressed together and lips barely touching.

"I could never hate you, you mean too much to me." Tears welled up in the corner of his multicolored eyes and I kissed them away.

"Thank you." He said, his voice shaking. And there we stayed for the rest of the night, even when the power came back in and the rain died down. With the tv in the background and my arms wrapped around him, we fell asleep together. Happy and content where we are.

I'm in love with my best friend, and that's only the beginning of it.

Originally posted on wattpad

[vanosslirious]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Banana Bus Squad Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John | KryozGaming/SMii7Y, Evan Fong/Jonathan | H2ODelirious Characters: SMii7Y (Video Blogging RPF), Evan Fong, John | KryozGaming, Jonathan | H2ODelirious, Brock | Moo Snuckel, Brian | The Gaming Terroriser, Tyler | I AM WILDCAT, Luke Patterson (Video Blogging RPF), Daithi De Nogla, Lui Calibre, Anthony | BigJigglyPanda, Marcel | BasicallyIDoWrk, Scotty | fourzer0seven, Joe | Dead Squirrel, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Alternate Universe - Hackers, Homelessness, Trust Issues, Trust, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, First Meetings, First Kiss, Violence, Blood, Blood and Violence, Gun Violence, Swearing, Psychological Torture, Past Torture, Torture, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Cold Weather, Late Night Conversations, Anxiety, Depression, Secrets, Slow Burn, Slow To Update, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, POV Third Person Limited, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, POV Male Character, Male Slash, Bisexual Male Character Summary:

SMii7y lost his memory, but he's told that he had erased it himself. He doesn't know the person he's meant to trust, and he spends most of his time trying to escape the people who are hunting him for answers he doesn't have.

[bennifits]

Fitz with an Artist S/O

“Holy shit Fitz is in the chat! hey! uhhh,,,, why are you here?”

You were probably doing some fan art of him when he popped into the chat without warning. Apparently he had been there for a while.

Chat lost their fucking minds

Someone apparently @ him on twitter about you streaming some fan art from different fandoms. 

He wanted to see what was up ;)

Chatting to him through discord on stream was wack

Fitz donated $10: Y/N you better make me look handsome as fuck so i can get all the girls.

“bold of you to assume you’ll attract just the ladies”

RT once it’s posted. 

You don’t even @ him, he just finds it minutes after posting. 

Slides into your DMs and asks for ‘commissions’

It’s stupid shit really.

“I’ll pay you 5 dollars to draw swagger but he’s the size on an ant”

“Bitch, I’ll do that for free”

He joins your art streams every now and then, the two of you get close then announce it randomly after a couple of months. 

the official announcement is a redraw of you two taking a selfie but in your art style

Drawing while high is weird with him, the first time you do weed is not streaming (of course) and you’re just taking drawing requests with Cam to see who can draw the best.

Mario doesn’t have 3 arms, but he does now.

Don’t ask

You win of course.

“I let you win”

Streaming at the same time is fun. 

When he takes a break mid stream you quickly run from your office to his and draw a little pic of him on his chair with a sticky note and then fucking yeet out of there.

Or you just open up photoshop and draw something crude.

Jay: oh hey it’s Y/N

You: hey guys I’m Good Artist Fitz, today we’re gonna be drawing some anime tiddies

Oh boy

He’s proud of you 

Retweets every piece you do

His wallpaper is his favorite piece

it’s a shitpost you did at 4am that he thinks is fucking funny

“I lost my pen, Cam please help me find it i’ve looked everywhere”

“Have you checked your coffee cup?”

“Yes I ha- oh... thanks”

Working together with editing and doing your art at night is a lot more easier, a little less lonely and more fun. 

One of you wanna go to bed? Both of you have to now.

“Five more minutes, i have to track this”

“It’s 2am”