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@fckarchetypes || BILLY ;;

“did you come visit me at work because you’re avoiding dad, or klaus?”

five had taken his break as soon as billy had showed up, and the two of them are currently sitting behind the diner on the stairs leading up to the back door, passing a joint between them. smoking, at home, between a magic foster father and an ex-addict older brother? not in this lifetime, not for five.

“you know klaus is only kidding about locking you in your old bedroom and never letting you out, right? he says that same shit to peter all the time.” if there’s one thing that can be said about klaus, it’s that he loves being the oldest brother, and he shows it often in how he treats peter, five, and billy.

“both? but you already knew that.” billy teases, lounging back even though the stairs are starting to dig into his spine. 

he doesn’t smoke much unless he’s with five. he doesn’t really trust anyone enough to be that ‘vulnerable’ around them. besides five, of course, and peter. but it’s nice to just sit back, get a little buzz going and relax. consider it a sort of bonding experience. 

he’s half dead to the world this early as it is, but without caffeine? gar might as well still be asleep. 

there’s an early shoot. gar hates early shoots. he’s gonna need all the help he can get, which has him ducking into the cafe he frequents, ordering something with extra shots of espresso to help him suffer through the hours that come before 11.

his drink is passed to him. the name on it looks wrong, but gar doesn’t even care. he just wants to wake up a little.

one sip, though, and gar nearly spits it out.

not soy milk. not even close.

heading up to the counter to remedy this - he can drink just about anything, but cow’s milk is not one of those things - gar is distracted when someone starts trying to talk to him.

wait, holy shit. this guy looks just like him, albeit dressed a little better, with dark hair like gar used to have.

“oh, woah!” gar steps forward, watching billy curiously. he half expects it to be a dream, or some sort of joke. “i guess we got copy-pasted, huh?”

they sort of talk over each other, making gar laugh. “sorry, sorry, i just- here.” he holds billy’s drink out for him to take. “i took a sip already, but i don’t have cooties or anything.”

billy’s kind of freaking out, but not in a bad way. definitely not in the ‘kill your double’ way. as if he could kill anyone as pretty as him, well, them.

it’d be a crime against humanity to rid the world of another him.

the world deserves them both.

“guess so!” billy laughs, jokingly waving a hand in front of gar’s face. “weird huh?”

he’s on his phone, waiting for gar to show up with their uber so he can take gar to officially become a man.

i.e. a trip to requiem’s only adult store to purchase some… things that gar might be needing, should his relationship with dick progress any further.

looking up as someone collapses onto the bench beside him, wally merely raises his eyebrows in amusement, watching billy be dramatic. must be gar, he figures. looks just like him, at least.

“hello to you too, you big baby.” he laughs lightly, taps his cheek, requesting his usual kiss in greeting from gar. “when’d you dye your hair? you like, just sent me a snap and your hair was still green.”

billy is shook, relatively speaking. when you flop down in a public place next to a stranger (read: a very pretty stranger) you don’t expect them to request a kiss, think you’re someone else.

Toph found waiting in between classes to be the worst part of the day – it was too short that going back home wouldn’t be ideal, yet class doesn’t seem to start until forever whenever she waited on campus. So she tried her best to entertain herself. Sometimes she reads, or do her homework, or just enjoy the nice weather while snacking, like she had been that day. On the rare occasion, entertainment came her way instead, like the whining of the kid that just sat next to her. It might be mean, but Toph couldn’t help herself but laughed.

“Shit, you make it sound like the world’s ending or something.”

“but the world is ending! i’m wasting away. my study group probably thinks i’m a flake now.” 

“Oh don’t be so over dramatic I am sure that there is something in that human body of yours that can keep you going…I mean that is what you all are made for after all. If anything you can just you know blame good old dad for making your life miserable, that is what he loves to do after all.” Lucifer explains before taking a drink from his flask. “If you ever want to come somewhere to forget about everything just come down to my club. Best one in town.” 

“dude....who the fuck are you talking about? are you high? what’s in that flask?” billy eyes the stranger warily, hand itching for his phone currently hiding in his sweatshirt pocket.

maddie was .. here. she had no way to explain it - she was simply here, one minute she had been back home, trying to stop the doctor and in the next one, she was thrown here, without having any idea of how it had happened in the first place. it was alright, though. 

she had always been good at surviving on her own - this place was no different and.. ever since, maddie had been doing just that. surviving - from one con to the other, she hadn’t been caught yet and she had managed to build a good life for herself and.. that was all that she cared about.  as she spots someone in a bench, going through a particularly bad monologue, maddie can’t help it but chuckle. “i’m sorry it’s not as bad as you think, kiddo. things usually get better.”

let it never be said that maddie jonson wasn’t a fantastic citizen.

“dunno, ‘t’s been pretty bad this whole time.” billy slumps further into his half fetal position on the bench and heaves a long-suffering sigh.

*  –––  cora  had  her  foot  propped  up  on  a  nearby  bench.  after  finishing  her  run  ,  she  noticed  her  shoelace  was  untied.  she  finished  retying  her  laces  and  took  a  quick  swig  of  water.

she  looks  on  curiously  at  the  other  as  he  dramatically  flops  on  to  the  bench  she  was  using.  “  umm.  everything  okay  ?  ”  she  had  a  feeling  she  might  regret  asking  that  question.  she  wasn’t  a  people  person.  she  came  off  as  a  bit  ABRASIVE  to  some.  but  what’s  done  is  done.

“i missed half my class, i haven’t eaten anything, probably gonna fail my midterm.” the last part wasn’t all that true, billy had already practically memorized all of the material but hey, he wants to be dramatic so here he is.

closed starter. / @fckarchetypes. / victor & dick.

             after a month of being in requiem, victor can finally say he’s slowly adjusted.   sort of.   it’s still been hard for him to get used to the change,  &  it’s a no brainer that he misses jump city.   he can only hope that the other titans are protecting it in the absence of its normal supers.   while he had a job set up for him upon waking up here,  he had quickly called for a health emergency,  which wasn’t too far enough.   he had wanted to get used to the island before doing anything.

               so,  after finishing all the errands he’s had to run  &  bringing boxes of pizzas as his apology gift to his coworkers,  he’s just on his way to the mechanic shop when he bumps into a figure.   the boxes fall to the ground,  &  vic winces.   oops.   he goes to apologise to the other,  before blinking at a familiar face.   dick ?!

               he’s a little speechless for a few moments before finally,  “  well,  shit.   it’s a good thing dominos has carryout insurance,  i guess.  ”   

dick’s on his way to the mechanic’s garage, as per usual, to drop off wally’s extra food. it’s been a slow day at the studio, he hasn’t really had any other classes besides the few kids classes and those were all early morning classes. so with the rest of his day freed up, he figures he’ll go bother the others and make sure wally was actually working and not pestering everyone.

what he doesn’t expect is running into a solid wall of muscle with a wonderfully familiar voice. yes voice, because he has to strain his neck to even see the man’s chin. but he knows. it has to be him.