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My Friends Are Heathens, Take It Sløw - TJ

Sorry for the long hiatus guys. I was just super embarrassed after posting that wreck of a one-shot wierd taxi sex thing.
Like what was I thinking? ffs Livi sort it out. Well you all seemed to enjoy it a bit so... moving swiftly onwards.

Also, in case you haven't noticed. I am high key obsessed with Ryan Ross so he will probs be featuring in like every other one. Okay? Okay.

"Please don't make any sudden moves," you rehearsed softly, drumming your pencils on the table as Brandon faffed about with your makeup. "You don't know the half of the abuse."

You giggled out as he started (badly) beat boxing along and wildly swaying his hips.

"What? Was my drumming not good enough?" You joked, rolling your 'drumsticks' across the dresser in defeat. Brendon just rolled his eyes.
"Oh hunty, nothing you ever do is good enough."

"Oi!" You laughed, indignantly reaching up to punch his arm but he dodged.
"Oh don't even try it. Do you want to look like a clown on set?"

You considered it... there were bound to be over 1000 people watching you. You had to look at least semi-decent.

"Ugh, I hate you." You relented, nodding slightly as you noticed Ryan walk in through the curtains (of course Brendon would have curtains and not doors).
"Love you too babe." He replied sarcastically sweet as he moved on to dote over your hair.

"You love who now?" Ryan asked cheekily with a small grin. Brendon also began to smile.
"Only the one and only Ryan Ross." He announced theatrically, before bowing and mimicking a crowd full of shouts and applause as his (boyfriend??!?¿ - you weren't quit sure) strode towards him. Ryan blushed before seemingly just noticing you (you tried not to take offence.)

He stared in wonder at your face and even glanced up at your hair.
"Wow you look dazzling-" He breathed. Brendon beamed with pride.
"Oh doesn't she just! The hair alone is a masterpiece, I-"
"-and hot!" Ryan finished, eyes raking down your body.
"And... You are such a fuckboy. Like why do I even stay with you? Can't you keep it in your pants for five seconds. I mean-" Brendon muttered, crossing his arms - a telltale sign to the start of a rant.

Ryan shot you pleading glance but you just giggled, slipping out of your chair. You knew your outfit was raunchy (it was basically a neon sports bra and a clump of string that was supposed to be a skirt/pants- something, like C'mon!) but so were most female superheroes' - and you were basically a supervillian of sorts so... even raunchier, you assumed.

Anyway, he got himself into that mess; you were so not getting in the middle of that domestic tiff; hell no. You giggled and sent him a little wave as you exited the room.

"So are you ready for your big debut." A voice uttered out of nowhere, shocking you. You spun round quickly and sighed in, what Brendon would call, adoration (it wasn't adoration) upon realising it was Tyler.

"Are you, Mr Joker, sir?" You replied ruffling his green hair. "Shit." You muttered staring down at the green that now coated your palm. He just laughed at your misfortune.

"Don't worry, Brendon will be more than happy to clean you up." You frowned, what did that mean?

"Um, you obviously haven't met Brendon. He mates when I mess up his work." Tyler frowned back, biting nervously on his red lips.

"Not the best trait in a boyfriend, is it? But what you gonna do?" You almost choked.

"Boyfriend?" You looked over to where Brendon had been standing with Ryan to find them both gone and didn't even imagine what they were most likely up to. Rubbing your hands softly over your face you replied hoarsely, "He is so not my boyfriend. Ew, oh my God."

"Oh, well, who is then?" You slowly looked up, intrigued.

"No one at the mo. Are you trying to ask me out Tyler Joseph?" He just chuckled nervously, still smiling bright.

"Nahh, just broadening my horizons. You've got a little--" He gestured to the whole left side of his face and you froze. Shit-- the hair spray. Brendon would not the happy.

"I'm a dead woman." You stated and he laughed more.
"Well then, see you on the rink Miss Quinn," he took a quick glance over your shoulder and his smile, if possible, widened, "alive or dead. Have fun Brendon!" He finished with a gesture to your face.

Tempted to flip him off, you just glared at his retreating form, wishing your stare would shank him like a kebab*. You felt Brendon step up next to you and sighed,

"What did he mean have--" He paused. "What the fuck? Do you hate me? Is that the problem." You rolled your eyes when Brendon noticed your green face and just slunk back to your dresser.

"Don't pretend you don't enjoy making me up- and you get paid. It's a win-win. What would you do without me B?" He just chuckled, grabbing your foundation and some baby wipes.

"Have time to do stuff with my life, maybe." He grunted with no heat behind his words.
"and how boring would that be?" You smiled up at him, swinging your legs happily as he wiped your face and started again. After a moment you cheekily added. "Or by 'stuff' do you mean Ryan?"

He hit you.

***

"That was euphoric." You gasped out upon skating off the rink, ignoring the cries of the production team as you shed glitter everywhere. "God I'm on such a high right now."

You were literally buzzing. From the corners of your eyes, you could see your hands rapidly shaking. Your fists clenched and unclenched automatically.

"B, Bren, Brendon. Hey, oh my God!" He just laughed at your overtly excitable mood before stroking through your hair.

"I know darling, I saw you out there. And they said that Suicide Squad on Ice couldn't be done. You sure proved them wrong." You smiled even larger at his encouraging words, almost preening at the praise.

"You deserve half the credit for managing to make me look even halfway decent." You stated before hugging him and ignoring his cries of disdain as he pushed at your glitter coated body.

"Oo." His voice chirped in interest. "HOT boy approaches. 10 o'clock." Your head shot up, expecting to see Tyler. You were slightly dissaponted to see it was just Ryan.

"Ha ha. Very funny; that's your hot boy, not mine." Brendon spun round with a surprised smirk on his face.
"Well, I meant my 10 o'clock not yours, but this works too." He looked back with a wink before dragging Ryan off to god-knows-where.

But that meant...

You spun round and was met with Tyler like 10 centimetres away from you. He was smirking and that was not a good sign.

"Oh, uh, hi?" You tried.
"Your hot boy?" Shit. You smiled (grimaced) shyly up at him.
"Well, do you want to be?" He laughed, maybe in disbelief or just because you were embarrassing your self. You weren't sure.

But when he was done, he grabbed your hand and kissed it

"Miss Quinn." He said in reference to your costume. "I would love to be your hot boy."

*Not sure if shank is a term used worldwide but I'm British. Get over it.
SUICIDE SQUAD CAME OUT TODAY OMF I AM HAVING ANEURYSMS. I CAN'T EDIT TO WATCGVV
But, um. Bit of a filler.
I've got a couple more serious things in the works atm. Like my corpse bride part 2.

Oh and if you've messaged me asking for a fic. Dw I am writing it. I'm just v slow
Love you guys lots,

Liv xxx