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open starter from bart simpson !!

skateboard settled beneath his back, bart begins to push himself back and fourth along the pavement out of boredom. his eyes are closed, enjoying the sun and lack of authority he’d faced in this place so far. suddenly, the warmth is blocked, and he squints up at the culprit. “yo, dude! you’re in my sun!”

#int. bart #( open )#dphqstart

When it came to believing that he could never love, he understood where Bart was coming from. He had hurt one too many people in his life and he wasn’t sure if he ever would again. The trust, or lack there of, that he had within himself was officially broken. He wasn’t sure at times who he even was anymore, and if he couldn’t love himself, then how on earth could he ever love another? But the question he realised within that moment was simple. He wouldn’t just fall in love with anyone. He wouldn’t just give his heart to some random, and some random wouldn’t just give their heart to him. There would be some connection, some chemistry, there would be a reason for him to fall deeper than he ever had before. He might have only known the male for a short amount of time but he knew his presence in his life was more than just him passing him by. He felt it the day they met, and it was confirmed the moment their kiss was shared.

There was something about him that drew him in, something about him that caused for his heart to thud wildly against his chest. The butterflies he felt whenever with him that existed even before their lips were locked, before the simplest form of intimacy he already couldn’t get enough of. His eyelids that fluttered reopened as he parted them for air, the crystal blue of hues fixated upon the kiss swollen before searching for blurred eye contact. “Don’t be.” It was what he wanted, had wanted for longer then he’d care to admit to. “I thought you said you couldn’t love?” The curl at the corners appearing, the slightest chuckle escaping during the softness of his each and every word.

@drmactr | many a time had bartholomew made a mistake. trusted too soon, taken the wrong turn. hell, he sabotaged every relationship you could nail to his name. no longer did he have the luxury of feeling worth something.

for as long as he can remember, which really isn’t much, his mother was that carrying force, that drive to do good, be better. even the idea that nathan could make him feel as safe, as warm, it sent a sickly tingle down his spine. the familiar room had brought him comfort, though short lived. once again the universe had sent him a clear cut sign. YOU’RE NOT WORTH IT.

a crack in the painting, a falter in the smile. why could nothing, not a moment, not a morsel of his existence be pure. “yeah, well. maybe that works out for the best, huh?” never had his own voice sounded so bitter, so harsh. “i’m going home.”

#int. bart #ft. nathan #bart ft. nathan prescott #drmactr #long post

closed starter from bart for dean. @absolutesfm !!

the unceasing sense of comfort he felt in dean’s room was almost unmatched, a sense of normalcy drenching his aching bones. tugging his shirt on, he allows his eyes to drag over the older boy. “i don’t know if i can do this again...”

#int. bart #ft. dean #bart ft. dean winchester #absolutesfm

closed starter from bart for sonny. @drcxmcrs !!

“i swear i’m losing it, babes. i’ve had three smokes in the last hour,” another dimmly lit and burnt out to his fingertips. “i need a drink, you down?”

#int. bart #ft. sonny #bart ft. sonny monroe #drcxmcrs

@kalcidoscopcs continued from here !!

"you’re wanted nathan... i promise.” kissing him back came so easy, felt so natural. bart simpson was truly fucked. he never did this, never heard himself say such kind words and mean it, actually mean it. honesty wasn’t in the playbook.

he could smell the bitterness of the smoke coming off the two of them, and before he could even think his tongue was in nathan’s mouth. mind swarming with what could best be described as a ‘where the wild things are’ daydream. “i don’t want to sleep with you... not yet,” crooked teeth bumped against the boy’s lip. he never did this.

#int. bart #ft. nathan #bart ( nathan prescott. )#kalcidoscopcs

@kalcidoscopcs continued from here !!

“don’t be,” he shrugs. attempting to help her pick things up proved fruitless, she was far too quick for him. as his gaze focuses, he could’ve choked on his own spit.

“well, i’m not surprised. lisa’s crazy about you. she thinks you hung the moon.”“oh honey, you’re not a monster.” “do you ever worry that your mom might stop loving you?” “oh sweetie this is the best present a mother could get! i love you so much!”

stepping back, bart shoves his hands in his pockets to keep him from shaking. he’d seen younger pictures of his mom way more than he cared for. his aunts always toting around some reel of old photos to share and disgust. there was no way she recognised him, that’s his first thought. he could’ve retched. “u-uh... sorry- thought i saw something... um... you paint?”

#int. bart #ft. marge #bart ft. marge bouvier #kalcidoscopcs

closed starter from bart for carrie. @lcgendaryx !!

“stop!” bart clocks the person about to step into the alleyway he’d recently dubbed far too bare for it’s own good. “i dropped a can, whole fucker exploded- carrie! hi!” can after can of paint quickly shoved into his backpack in a feeble attempt to keep his word. he didn’t say he wouldn’t break the law, but seeing it was another game entirely.