#// i freaking love bugs bunny okay leave me alone

[lex-n-weegie]

HEY YOU 4

YEAH, @nerdstreak, @candyheartedchy, @magicalselfshipping, and @queenieboo22

MERRY HECKING CHRISTMAS!!!!

Surprise!!! I thought I'd make a special little Christmas gift for you 4!! It took me about 6 hours total, I really hope you like it!!

And ofc, here's everyone separately!!

I would have drawn more people, but unfortunately I only got the idea to do this yesterday and this drawing alone took me so long 😭

I refuse to leave them unthanked however!! So, special thanks to @ava-ships, @spooky-toastsnew, @jelly-buttons, @widowsdarling, @sapient-nes, and of course all of my followers, just for being here and being inspiring to me.

I actually wanted to do little special messages for you guys, but I'ma do that under the cut because it's gonna get loooong haha

Nerdstreak

About the drawing: I decided to draw Hannah working on DEL!! Right now she's trying to make sure it looks all good before seeing how the face projection goes. And yes, the background is a moon with a light blue hue. Gotta include your husband in it somehow!! I do hope that the glasses don't look off, I've never drawn glasses like them before haha.

About you: Gosh, where do I even begin? You've been so so SO inspiring to me during the whole time I've known you!! You got me into selfshipping, you've recently(ish) helped me finish a while story, something I've NEVER done before, and you've helped me with countless drawings and even a few s/i designs! Not to mention that you've been a great friend, and helped me with a situation I was puzzled with. You truly are amazing and inspiring, don't forget that!! I'm really happy we're friends, it makes me feel better about myself. I was so shy talking to others, but now I'm friends with so many of the folks I look up to. Little me would be so happy :)

Candyheartedchy

About the drawing: I was thinking about doing your bug bunny s/i, or your Scratch s/i, hell I even considered your new Mario s/i (as I am hyperfixated on the franchise lol), but in the end I went with the one who you seemed to be thinking about a lot rn. And btw, I love her design so much!! It's so simple yet so eye catching. I decided to do a small little callback to a small story you wrote with her and Fethery(def spelled his name wrong), a story of how they first met. She's sitting on the beach with an easel, trying to think of what she wants to paint. I also specifically 1. Put 2 seagulls in the back to represent the couple :) and 2. Put the clouds around her head, as if she's got her head in the clouds. I also remembered that pink is your favorite color, soooo pink beach! Also I hope the eyes are okay, I somewhat struggled 😭

About you: Okay so. Hi. You barely know me haha, but I've been seeing your art for a long time thanks to people reblogging it. Took me a bit to follow, but man was it worth it. Your art is just...so, SO pretty and beautiful!! It makes me feel all soft and relaxed, not to mention me awwing or laughing when you draw your selfships!! (I mean laughing as in you doing something funny, not me like thinking your selfship is funny- you get what I mean right???) I aspire to be similar to you some day!! Especially in the drawing comics area, each time I try I can only get to page 2 😔

Magicalselfshipping

About the drawing: I soooorta tried to so a special spin with the hair, which I hope is okay!! I wanted it to be spikey but soft at the same time, representing that while she lives in a villain castle, she's actually pretty kind. Also I AM SO SORRY I FORGOT THE EYEBROWS BUT IT'S WAY TOO LATE FOR ME TO ADD THEM NOW AND LIKE AAAAAA. Also, I believe that once you said that Kamek taught you magic, so I figured that yours would end up looking similar to his!! I also designed the background with him in mind, doing his little magic pattern and coloring it blue and a (almost) white, but like his robes and hat!

About you: Okay so 1. Mario Selfshipper hell freaking yeah 2. I was actually a little...rude at first I guess. I saw what you identified as, and I was admittedly sceptical. But I put some thought into it, looked at that one ask you answered, and looked it up. You kinda helped me be even more open minded, and for that, I thank you. Also, I never even thought of someone selfshipping with a blue little wizard, but seeing yours with him is so cute!! Especially since you've loved him for a long, long time, like me and Weegee!! I also enjoy your art, it's unique and I enjoy seeing it!!

Queenieboo22

About the drawing: I def wanted the spooky Queen to have a spooky vibe, so I made her as spooky as I could without it being full out horror. The hair curls may look odd, and I'm sorry about that, but I was trying my best to make them look like the Dark Moon from Luigi's Mansion 2, just in hair form!! I also made the shadow part of the background a slight blue, for your king ofc. And you know I HAD to add some boos!! I did put a bit more white in the middle however, as I have the small hc that Boos softly glow when in the dark, like a night light!!

About you: Oh my GOD your art is so freaking good!!!! Like holy crap!!!! You can make such super complicated designs and just, draw them over and over, perfectly!!! It's so insane and awesome!!! I still treasure that b-day gift you made me it's so goooooood. Also, you're just so sweet!! Like, super duper sweet!! You're so kind and caring and welcoming, it's awesome!! Also, anyone who loves spooky/creepy things is automatically like 100% cooler. You also inspire me with my art and s/is, hell my newest FNAF SB s/i, Evelyn, was somewhat inspired by your FNAF s/i! Your s/is are so unique, yet they fit in perfectly in any universe you put them in. I wanna be more like that myself!! Also, I'm happy we're friends, I still look up to you a lot and it's still so cool to me that I'm friends with people I look up to.

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Broken arm

A/N: This was requested by anon, I hope you enjoy! please let me know what you think! Also this is like my worst fear, like that sounds dumb but breaking something sounds absolutely disgusting to me. In movies if they do like sound effects of bones breaking and I know it’s coming, I mute the sound. 

summary:  i was wondering if you could write a reddie x daughter where the losers club all go out and the daughter gets hurt (maybe breaks an arm) so they all freak out and take her to the hospital, and it’s just rlly cute at the end. i just feel like i could image richie and eddie just freaking out abt what to do and not actually doing anything so the rest of the losers have to step in

warnings: mentions of a broken arm and surgories (not graphic), mentions of throwing up (but also not graphic) and some curse words and your mom joke

At least once a month, all the losers have a reunion that usually either takes place in Ben and Bev’s lake house, or in their boat. The reason it does, is because Ben and Bev combined have enough money to restore any damages that may or may not occur during these times, more often than not Richie fault.

This time however, by some unlucky draw of the hat, everyone agrees to meet up in Richie and Eddie’s home, because their daughter Alexa isn’t feeling too great, and Richie not Eddie felt comfortable relocating with her for a few days.

She had nothing major, just a stomach bug that causes her to throw up from time to time, but Both Eddie and Richie were more than ready to postponed the losers’ meeting. Alexa insisted that all the plans continued on as normal despite her feeling unwell, since she loved spending time with her uncles and aunt any time she could, and when she showed signs of her health improving, nobody cancelled anything.

With the first knock on the door, Alexa jumps up, rushing to welcome whoever has made it to their house first, ignoring how her stomach was protesting the flash movement, and she’s greeted by the sight of her best-loved aunt, which happened to be Aunty Bev. Six months into the pregnancy made Bev look bloated and tired, but her eyes lit up as soon as Alexa opened the door, bending down as best as she could to hug her back twice as hard. She’s alone, Ben had had a meeting over in Portland, and agreed to meet Bev here.

‘How’s my favorite girl doing?’ Bev asks with a huge smile on her face, her hand resting on the top of her belly softly rubbing up and down.

‘I’m okay’, Alexa insists, even though her face still looks a little pale. Eddie, who had joined the two of them at the front door, rolled his eyes begrudgingly. Insisting that she’s fine even though she isn’t must be a trait she picked up from Richie.

Staying silent however, he brings Bev into an embrace, an; ‘hey Bev’ falling from his lips in the process.

‘Richie’s out back, come in, I’ll go get him.’ Before Eddie has the chance, the next guests arrive, in the form of Patty and Stan. Stan was holding a stuffed animal, a bunny in his hands, smirking as if he already knew that he was going to be the ‘chosen’ one today.

Eddie laughs out loud, watching as his daughter’s eyes grow bigger and wide, and she excitedly begins the bounce up and down, seemingly forgetting about the sickness for a little while. In his mind, Eddie is already praising Stan, for the few moments of rest this allows his daughter to have. Sleep is nothing something that has come in large doses to her in the last two days, every single waking minute of the day being consumed with sitting next to a toilet bowl, and brushing her teeth afterwards.

Eddie also praises Stan for basically knocking down the competition before the rest of them even have a chance.

At two years old, Alexa figured out how to play her family like the harp she later maintained she wanted to practice, giving up after only two lessons. She used to go around the room and beg her uncles and aunt to play a game with her, any kind, and when they relented, the first person who did would be her go to person for the rest of the evening.

Endearing everyone’s heart, but also resulting in a rivalry, where many presents were tossed around, and Alexa was in danger of becoming a bit spoiled. Now at twelve, she’s stopped crowning anyone as her winner, yet the losers still  arranges bets on her, as if their daughter is something to bet on.

It’s all in good fun of course, and Richie himself joins in on the gamble from time to time, but for whatever reason he never guesses correctly, but Eddie has a burning suspicion it has something to do with manipulating Stan to lose. Not that his schemes work, Stan is much too smart for that.

In rapid succession, Ben follows Stan and Patty, and after him Mike emerges, and finally Bill and Audra appear from the end of the streets. A loud and ugly snort forces its way out of Eddie, when he sees the exact some bear clutched to Bill’s chests, the annoying, cocky smirk on his face he mirrored from Stan, the same one that vanishes as soon as he steps through the door, and lays his eyes upon Alexa, clasping Stan’s gift.

Richie, who had since joined the rest of the group, could not contain his laughter, finding in Bill the perfect victim to tease throughout the entire night.

Rice and chicken were on the menu tonight, a light meal that was decided in light of Alexa, but nobody complained. Despite popular belief, Richie was a very good cook, and when he prepared any meal, it was guaranteed that it would taste delicious.

Alexa ate a bit, more than she had eaten in the last few days, and Eddie sighed a breath of relief.  Years of conditioning that any sickness was going to get him killed did not disappear off the bat, so he was immensely glad his daughter was starting to feel better, even if he knew her ailment was not that serious to begin with.

After dinner, the group resides to the living room, watching a movie that Alexa had her mind set on viewing, and secretive adult talk concealed in a child appropriate package so she wouldn’t notice, making a way across each other. A normal reunion like any other.

At nine pm, unsurprisingly, Alexa got up from her seat. ‘I’m going to bed dad,’ she explains, her hand stroking Bev’s baby bump one last time, and then waving at everyone. The spot next to Beverly, the one that Alexa had claimed, so she could discuss her new best friend as she lovingly called the new baby that was yet to be burn, remains achingly open. A weird feeling creeps up the back of Eddie’s neck, ridiculously.

The losers club just doesn’t seem complete without her, even if she has only been there for twelve years. Her bedtime was around eight, but when they go on a trip, she is allowed to stay up as long she want, the fact that she turns in for the night so early, is a testimony to how bad she suffers.  

Richie started to make his way up from the sofa too, ready to tuck her in, as he did every night, but she shook her head. ‘I can go to bed alone, Pops, don’t worry.’

She gave him a kiss on his cheek, and then scampered off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Bill chocked on his drink in laughter when he saw the fallen look on Richie’s face, disappointment coating his expressions in a grey attire.

When he dejectedly resumed his place next to Eddie, the latter patted him on the arm in sympathy. ‘It’s just because there are others here Rich. You know how ashamed she gets of you.’ The smirk cannot be contained when the words leave his mouth, even though he means nothing but lies with them.

‘And they say my jokes suck? Spaghetti, come up with new and innovated humor, like mine. Thank god she’s got some of my qualities-‘

‘she’s adopted.’

‘- don’t interrupt me Eds that’s just bad manners. I’m so sorry your mom was to busy teaching me the way around her body to teach you how to be polite but-‘

‘Beep beep asshole.’ A murmur of agreement rose up from the group, Richie flipping them the bird.

‘Whatever, you losers have no taste at all.’

Deciding to check up on her after about fifteen minutes, Eddie settles back in his seat, joining in on the conversation to his right, where Ben and Stan discuss the different plants they have in their garden, listing a bunch of flowers Eddie will never know the meaning off.  

The movie clutters on in the background, almost like a lullaby, and Eddie yawns significantly. Richie’s hand presses in the small of his back, a grounding warm signal that he was safe, even though he doesn’t mean too, he zones out, not asleep, but also not as awake as he should be.

That happens to be a mistake when he hears something slam on the floor above them, the sound of the toilet being flushed a second after. He makes eye contact with Richie, both of them realizing that that is probably the result of Alexa throwing up again.

‘Dad, Pops’, and then a loud bang, proceeded by a few thuds that can be relocated to their stairs, and a pained yell.

Richie and Eddie scramble up faster than they have ever done before, even more hurried than when Pennywise was chasing them in Neibolt. Stan, Bill and Bev scurry alongside them, to the place of the accident, every single one of them in a panicked haze.

It only takes a second to get there, in their haste, and no other sounds emerge anymore, until They run into the hallway.

Alexa is spread out across the bottom of the stairs, her arm bend in a weird position, her legs propped up as she looks around the space dazedly, as if she’s not sure what just happened.

Her faces goes through a couple of emotions, intensifying when she takes a look at her arm, but not yet crying.

Eddie is the first to reach her, and when she sees him, her lips open slightly and a wail falls out. It proves to him that she is in real, and agonizing pain. Back when she learned how to ride her bike for the first time, she had fallen many times, as kids do, but if she cried, Eddie refused to indulge her. He wouldn’t let leave or abandon her, but he would tell her that everything was fine, and that it only stung a little, and there was no need to cry.

He mostly did this to stop himself from becoming like his mother, and to allow Alexa to discover her own boundaries and which one hurt enough to actually ask help for. He never shamed her for crying either, he just tried to teach her the difference between actual pain, and being shocked from a fall.  Ever since, is she saw Eddie walk towards her, her tears stopped if it barely stung, or begin to cry if help was needed.

Now she sobs, heavy and with snot, hiccuping to catch her breaths. It only takes a look to tell Eddie everything he needs to know, she is suffering from an open fracture. The bone is not stuck outside the skin, but the bump is visible from the outside, in the same way that his bone was when he broke his arm.

All previous training flies out the window when it’s his daughter that is the one who is harmed, nothing of the medical terms he surrounded himself with in his childhood sticking, like liquid dropping from his head.

He stands there, blankly as he gazes upon his daughters still laying form, until he gets pushed back by Bill. Richie too stands frozen, trembling from head to toe, but Bev and Stan launch into action, dropping down next to Alexa, each on opposites sides.

‘What do we do, what do we do?’ Richie inquires frantically, pushing against Bills hands, to get to her, trusting Eddie for guidement. Eddie subconsciously reaches for his inhaler, and curses once he remembers that he threw his placebo away.

‘Fuck, fuck, Eddie should we snap the bone back in? It worked last time right?’ Richie reflects Eddie’s frantic, ignoring Bill’s pleas to calm down, the cries of Alexa deafening their ears, and making their heartstrings cave in.

‘What? What the fuck asshole no. That was a terrible thing to do, and you were lucky that my arm got back to normal, are you fucking kidding me you absolute moron?’

He doesn’t mean to snap at his husband the way he does, but the mantra of; this is your fault, she’s going to die, get her to a hospital now, more careful, you should force her to be more safe, in a voice that sounds an awful lot likes his mother hisses in his mind. The panic is very nearly all consuming.

‘What the fuck was I supposed to do then huh Eds? I was fucking twelve.’ Their panic-stricken words grow louder and louder, until even Alexa’s cries of agony sound quieter than theirs, they’re so consumed with worry, being oblivious to notice what Beverly and Stan are so desperately trying to convey.

‘I don’t know, not that. And you’re 43 years old, by now you should now better dickwad.’

‘Stop it’, Bill yells in the same determined leader voice that lured them into the house on Neibolt street, effectively silencing them and focusing their attention on him.

‘Your daughter needs you right now, so shut up, and do what we ask you too okay. Richie get her cloths, Eddie retrieve anything she has that helps calm her down. Alright? Okay go.’

Richie hurries to get the car as fast he can, but Eddie hesitates when he gapes at Alexa. He doesn’t want to leave her without her parents. ‘Hey’, Bill places on of his hands on Eddie shoulder, ‘we’ll take care of her for a minute okay?’

Her cries have turned into loud whimpers, her face hidden behind Stan’s body, which stops her from seeing Eddie anyway. Bev is calmly shushing her, on the phone with what must be the hospital, carefully checking her arm. Stan is trying to distract her, his cardigan being discarded towards Bev, who uses is to carefully cover the injured arm.

It looks painful, and Eddie can’t stand to think of her in pain, so he too complies with Bill’s demands, searching for the plush toy she got as a gift, and her soft blanket that she sleeps with during the winter.

When he comes back, he hears the blaring sirens of the ambulance stop outside their door, and his stomach falls when he realizes that a few hours ago, Alexa was standing in that exact spot, excited for the night.

Audra and Patty lead the paramedics into the home, apparently they had been waiting outside to help, Patty grabbing Eddie’s arm to steady herself, and maybe even Eddie, who is swaying dangerously from side to side.

He’s been through all of this before, in a way, but that seemed somehow less scary than it is now. Back then, Eddie had been glad none of his friends got hurt, so it didn’t matter that he did. Now, it’s different, but if he could somehow switch places with Alexa, he would do so in a heartbeat.

They insert an IV line and administer pain relief, Eddie assumes, since his ears seem like they’ve been stuffed full of cotton. He vaguely registers Richie’s hand in his own, all his attention pointed to watching Alexa’s face for any discomfort.

She’s placed upon a trauma board, Stan and Ben aiding to help her jolts as minimal as possible, before they carry her to the ambulance as fast as humanly possible. Eddie hopes to god, something he hasn’t believed in since he started dating Richie, that the medicine she has received knock her out, just so she’s painless the rest of the ride.

‘Dad, pops’, she wails, extending her uninjured arm to reach for the both of them. Next to him, Richie cries too.

Eddie speed walks to be by her side, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to it. ‘It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re going to be fine.’ He can’t help the way his voice cracks as he tries to keep his own tears at bay.

Richie also hast himself to get to her, brushing away her tears as best he can, but new ones continue to leave wet rivers on her cheeks.

After consideration, Eddie says to Richie; ‘You need to go with her,’ his words lacking any really conviction.

Richie gazes up to him in surprise. ‘Eddie?’

‘I can’t be in there, in a hospital or ambulance, but I would feel so much better if you were with her.’ The trauma lingers around Eddie like a bad stench, and he hates himself for the fact that he can’t be with his daughter. He knows Richie will keep her safe though, so if he were to go with her, maybe the grip guilt has on him will loosen.

Richie says nothing and stares for just a split second, before one of the EMT’s says they need to hurry. Then he nods, climbing on board with Alexa, but pressing his lips against Eddie’s quickly before his does.

He’s trying to convey Eddie into believing everything will be okay, but Richie isn’t sure if he believes it himself.

They have to leave then, and Eddie stares as the ambulance disappears into the distance. When he can’t see it no longer, he allows himself five seconds, and he uses those five seconds to cry upon Mike’s sturdy statues the waterfalls flowing from his eyes like they’re a rives. He can sense the others coming closer, each laying a hand on a part of his body, their silent way of telling him they’re here for them.

He feels bad for making Richie having to be the one to hold it all together, since he can’t break down in front of Alexa, but Eddie honestly didn’t have any resolution left to sit in an ambulance.

When his five seconds are up, he begs someone to drive him to the hospital, ignoring his next door neighbor who comes to check up on the commotion that was happening.

He ends up driving with Stan and Patty, in the middle backseat, where he can feel their worried gazes on him. In his mind, he is trying to recall any information about what he had to go through with his arm, but all he really remembers is that he had to have surgery.

As predicted, that is the first thing Richie tells Eddie when he finally gets to the emergency room, Richie waiting near the entrance, his hands trembling when he reaches forward to pull Eddie against him in a tight hug.

‘She needs to have surgery Eds, you have to come quick. They’re about to put her under.’ Richie informs him when he pulls back, this time reaching for his hands and pulling him in the direction of the room Alexa is in. Eddie wants to say something to his friends, but he’s already whisked away, and he just figures he’ll tell them later.

Upon entering the room, Eddie can smell the disinfected in the room, the whole room is drenched in it, but he refuses to let it deter him, so he pulls through, pulling a chair to the side of the hospital bed, resting his hand on Alexa’s shoulder. Richie goes for her hand on her good arm, his thumb sweeping the back of her hand back and forth.

‘hey, honey, how are you?’

Alexa lets her head fall sideways, her eyes dropped with exhaustion, she hasn’t received any anesthetic, so Eddie assumes that it’s the adrenaline that has worked off.

‘I’m scared dad,’ she tells him truthfully, squeezing Richie’s hand tight while not looking him in the eyes.

‘It’s okay to be scared baby,’ Eddie soothes her, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. ‘I had to same thing happen to me when I was little.’

Her lips tug upwards in a faint smile. ‘I know, pops told me.’

‘It wasn’t that scary anymore. Not when getting into the hospital. I just fell right asleep, and when I woke up, the pain was dulled.’

‘I’m not in so much pain right now though, can I not avoid the surgery?’ Eddie’s heart breaks once again, and he wishes so bad he could heed his daughter from this, but it has to happen, there’s no other option.

‘That’s cause you’re on a lot op pain medication kiddo, but as soon as they’re worn off, you’ll feel it again.’  Richie heavily admits, the lines on his face have turned more prominent, the night taking ten years of their lives away from them.

‘Like I said, you’ll just go to sleep, and when you wake up, we’ll be here.’ Eddie tries to convince her one last time, and with a heaved sigh, she relents.

Just in time, for the nurse sticks her head through the door, her smile apologetic.

‘Alexa Tozier-Kaspbrak? I’m sorry, but we really have to get her upstairs now.

‘You’ll be fine bucko, We won’t be fare okay?’

‘And remember we love you okay?’

‘I know dad, Pops, I love you too.’

When they wheel Alexa away in her hospital bag, the other losers wave at her from behind the glass door, sticking their thumbs up in good luck, while Alexa waves at them as best she can.

‘She’ll be okay’, Richie insists as he pulls Eddie close to him by the waist, pressing his nose in his hair to comfort himself.

‘I really hope so Rich, I’m scared.’

‘Don’t be Eds, she’s your kid, she’s so strong, this is just a minor setback. I love okay, we’ll get through this together.’

‘I love you too.’

Later, when Alexa is back in her room, falling asleep on her own this time, and Eddie watches Richie’s lanky from twist in half to rest his head on the bed, the rest of his body in an uncomfortable hospital chair just to be close to their daughter, he thanks whoever is listening that he got this family; He would never trade them for anything in the world.

He’s mumbling to the both of them, a stupid story about Richie and his childhood, because Alexa had once told him she slept best with some background noise. Twirling the same piece of hair over and over again, he presses another kiss to her head, thankful that’s okay. 

He nearly thinks of his mother, and how much he would have loved to see her face if she ever saw him like this. Gay, married, with a child and in a hospital. But then he banishes her to the back of his mind. She is not worth any ounce of his thoughts. 

 Alexa shifts in her sleep, relaxing into the movements, and Eddie can’t do anything but mumble out in pure adoration; ‘I promise, I’ll never be like my mom, I love you and your pops too much for that.’ 

[trashyswitch]

美しい島の愛 ( Beautiful Island Love)

Toss Boy heads over to Goobers house and goes on a cute little date with her!

美しい島の愛 = Utsukushī shima no ai

Toss boy walked out of the Sakuranbo Airport, and laid his wide, circular eyes on his pretty girlfriend: Goobers!

"Hi Toss!" Goobers cheered happily.

"Hi Goobers. I made it." Toss boy replied, titty-clapping happily.

"Ooh! I got you something." Goobers said excitedly, before dropping something on the ground for Toss to pick up. Toss walked over and picked it up.

"A paper bag?" Toss reacted, picking it up and looking at it.

"You can put it on your head. try it on!" Goobers explained.

Jacksepticeye bursted into laughing at the silliness of the gift before putting it on. "Yay! Now Toss Boy can hide his ugly mug and special tooth from the world. No one will ever discover Toss Boy's true beauty." Toss Boy joked in his nerdy little voice.

Goobers laughed at Toss Boy's joke, and began walking over to her house. Toss Boy stood in front of the American-style house, admiring the familiar purple flowers that lined the doorway. On the left, Goobers flowers took over more yard space, while there was only one vertical line of a different type of purple flower. Toss Boy knocked on the door and let himself in.

One of the first things Toss saw as he gazed into the bunny day-themed room, was the rainbow-colored egg rug that Goobers was standing on. The room was covered head to toe in bunny day decorations, bunny day wallpaper and Bunny Day flooring. It truly was a cursed room.

"Ah, yes! The cursed egg room. Tossy remembers this room very well. It is the cursed of the cursed." Toss commented.

"Yup. I also have my hamster here as well. Carl's been forced to look at this cursed room for a while now." Goober mentioned.

"My turtle, Tortellini is living in trash." Toss declared.

Goobers made a surprised reaction.

"By that, I mean my music room has garbage flooring on it." Toss explained.

"Oh yeah, I remember." Goober reacted, giggling.

Next, Goober and Toss walked themselves up to the hallway at the back of the room, and walked into the Japanese-themed room Goober had in her house. Toss sat on a chair and watched as Goober poured him a cup of tea. Then, Goober poured her own cup of tea and doctored it up how she wanted it.

"The room is so pretty." Toss boy complimented.

"Thank you." Goobers replied, putting her tea down. "It's turning out really nice. I'm proud of it." Goobers said.

"Thank you for the paper bag. I am enjoying the taste of soggy bag-flavored tea." Toss said politely. Toss boy's paper bag cover was soaked with tea around the bottom, where his mouth should be. Goober just shook her head and laughed at her strange, but adorable boyfriend.

Next, the cute couple went outside and checked out the stores for new items. Toss boy found a few more of his peaches to get some extra money, and got to look around for any take-home souvenirs. Then, Toss Boy and Goobers ran to the museum to see her updated museum.

"Look! I got a few more fish and bugs recently." Goobers said excitedly to Toss.

"Cool! I got an oarfish. It's in my museum now." Toss Boy replied.

Goobers gasped. "You got your oarfish? Yay!" Goobers cheered, making a happy expression.

"I also got fleas. They were from Shari." Toss Boy added.

"Huh. I didn't get any fleas yet. That's one thing I'm missing." Goobers replied.

As Toss Boy looked around the museum, Goobers watched Toss Boy struggle to say all the dinosaur names. But, he said them confidently! And that's what made Goobers feel happy for him. He may make mistakes, but he'll make them with confidence.

Even if the mistakes involve a little murder...

Goobers began to laugh when she realized something: "Hey Toss, you're checking out a museum with no pants on." Goobers reacted, pointing at Toss's white-colored underwear.

Toss boy looked up at Goobers, and stared at her with his wide eyes and his slightly concerning smile. "I went on a date barefoot and with no pants, Goobers!" Toss cheered before titty-clapping proudly.

Goobers bursted into laughter. Oh, Toss...

A few minutes later:

"Don't steal these. They're mine." Goobers warned, looking down at the 100 turnips she had on the ground in the bathroom.

Toss boy slowly tip-toed away, with his hands behind his back and an innocent smile on his face.

"I will hate you forever if you steal my turnips." Goobers warned.

Toss slowly turned himself around, and began to reach his hand out towards the turnips...

Goobers slapped him on the hand. "No touchy!" Goobers warned. "No! Touchy!" Goobers warned, pointing a finger at him to keep his filthy hands off her turnips.

"Okay, okay! Put the gun away, man! We're all friends here!" Toss reacted, sticking his hands up in surrender, towards the scary finger.

Goobers no longer trusted Toss. "I wanna watch you leave this room." Goobers decided, unable to trust Toss Boy on his own anymore. In retaliation, Toss Boy decided that then and there, would be the PERFECT time to take a shit.

"I gotta leave you a gift." Toss Boy muttered, taking a shit through his undies to not embarrass his now-helicopter girlfriend.

This (surprisingly) ended up being the perfect memory to photograph! Goobers happily photographed Toss Boy's very first shit in an Animal Crossing game. The poor Toss Boy didn't own a toilet back home, so this was his first time using such a contraption. Goobers made a surprise face to that. (Have fun unclogging your backed-up toilet, Goobers!)

With word on the pandemic effecting everything, all visitors were required to have a face mask when travelling. So, when Goobers took off her own mask, Toss boy FREAKED! How DARE SHE REMOVE HER MASK! SICKNESS! THERE'S SICKNESS!

Goobers made fun of him, being all like: "Oh no! Cooties!" to Toss.

Meanwhile, Toss was yelling through his black mask. "EEEEK! 6 FEET 2 METRES!" Toss Boy shouted, running to the other side of the bathroom to get as far away from his girlfriend as possible.

To make matters worse, Goobers SNEEZED in the room!

"AAAAH! GO AWAY!" Toss boy shouted, running out of the bathroom. "STINKY SNEEZEY!" Toss yelled from another room in the house. Goobers only continued to laugh at Toss Boy.

Throughout the rest of the day, Goobers continued sneezing in Toss's direction. Toss had a reaction for every single one of them.

"EEEEEEK! RUUUUNN!"

"AAAAAAH! STINKY!"

"GOOBERS! STAHP! SICKNESS! TOSS IS GONNA GET SICK FROM YOU!"

One of his reactions involved a red-faced angry face.

Goobers even went as far as to sneeze as she got closer to him, further making him react.

"LEAVE TOSS'S HEALTHY TOOTH ALONE!"

"CONTAGIOUS! GOOBERS' CONTAGIOUS! RUN AWAY!"

Finally, Toss was not having it anymore. When Goobers sneezed the next time, Toss Boy turned around.

"You keep sneezing, I won't let you suck on Toss's tooth." Toss warned.

Goobers winked. "I can survive without the taste of your tooth." Goobers joked.

Toss narrowed his eyes, making them look...somewhat normal. Then, he leaned into Goobers in an attempt to intimidate her. "No. No one can survive without the taste of Toss Boy's sacred tooth. It tastes like Coke Zero! My glorious tooth gives life to all!" Toss boy proclaimed.

Goobers smirked and poked Toss Boy on the shoulder. Toss jumped back, and wiped off the touch. "Hey! No touchy! You infested with FLEAS! You CONTAGIOUS!" Toss warned. Goobers only giggled and continued to poke Toss, just to annoy him.

"No! NO! TOSS BOY WILL SEEK REVENGE!"

"Infectious! INFECTIOUS! LEAVE MEEE!"

Soon, Toss began poking Goobers back. "You give me pokes, I give you pokes back!" Toss declared.

"Hey!" Goobers reacted, giggling and poking still. "What happened to the 6 feet rule?!" Goobers asked.

"Toss has abandoned it. His girlfriend refuses to follow rules and keep him safe! TOSS BOY WILL PAAAAAYY!" Toss Boy replied, poking Goobers as much as he could.

"Not unless I get you first!" Goobers declared, before poking a finger into Toss's side.

"EEEP! NOOOO! BAD GOOBERS!" Toss Boy squeaked.

"Why? A little ticklish?" Goobers asked.

Toss Boy continued squirming and kitty-fighting Goobers with his floppy hands. "No! Well, maybe. But NO TOUCHY- AAAAH!" Goobers shouted as he felt a bunch more pokes against his sides.

"Boop! Boop, boop, boop! Boopity-boopity-boop!" Goobers teased, poking Toss on his sides and ribs. Then, Goobers gave Toss Boy's nose a little boop as well.

Toss Boy covered his nose. "Hey!" Toss boy reacts.

Goobers smirks and lifts up her boyfriend. "I see face, I kiss!" Goobers said in a baby voice, before kissing Toss on the cheek.

Toss giggles, but still reacts in a disgusted tone with a smile. "NO! You're infected! You're gonna get ME infected!" Toss reacted, attempting to push Goobers' face away.

"Oh no!" Goobers teased, before kissing him on the cheek again. "It happened again!" Goobers teased, giving his cheek another kiss.

Toss started trying to turn his head away. Wanting to still kiss Toss on the cheek, Goobers gives Toss's neck a little tickle.

"EEEEK! Hey-" Toss squealed, covering his neck with his shoulders, before getting another kiss on the cheek.

"Oh no! I can't stop!" Goobers teased, kissing his cheek again. "Your cheeks are too kissable!" Goober added, giving him another cheek kiss. "I must kiss!" Goober teased.

"Six feet! SIX FEEEEET! GOOBERS! SIIIX FEEEEEET!" Toss reacted, giggling as he struggled to keep up his distancing reminders.

Goobers whined. "But six feet is not a kissable distance! When I see face, I must kiss!" Goobers teased, giving Toss yet another kiss on the cheek. "I must kiss de face!" Goobers teased in her baby voice.

Toss's giggles got longer as he felt his face heat up from the teases. "Toss Boy is flustered! Toss Boy can't HANDLE IT!" Toss shouted, closing his eyes and flailing his arms.

Goobers giggled. "Aww, is Toss getting bashful?" Goobers asked, giving Toss a few bear kisses with her nose.

Toss giggled, unsure what to do with himself.

"I love you." Goobers said, looking at Toss Boy before hugging him.

"I love you too." Toss Boy replied.

Goobers smirked and dug her fingers into his sides. "GOOBERS! NO! BAD! EVIL! EVIL GOOBERS!" Toss Boy shouted.

"I'm not evil! I'm trying to calm your nerves abut social distancing!" Goobers argued with a smile.

"Tihihickling dohoes NOT CALM NERVES! T-TICKLING TICKLES!" Toss Boy argued back.

"Tickling makes you laugh! And laughing lessens anxiety! So come on, Toss! Laugh for me!" Goobers encouraged. Goobers turned Toss around and hugged him from behind. Then, Goobers crawled her fingers all over his sides.

"EEEEK! Tihihickles! TIHIHICKLES! STAAAAP!" Toss yelled, before leaning forward and falling into a puddle of giggles.

"There we go! Aaaaand down you go!" Goobers said happily, letting him go so he could fall to his side onto the grass. Then, Goobers knelt down and continued tickling him. Toss Boy bursted into even more laughter, squirming and rolling around on the ground. Toss's giggles filled Goobers' ears, along with the surrounding area. His rare, innocent attitude made Goobers feel all giddy and warm inside!

But, as most things do, Toss's laughter had to end eventually. She removed her hands and laid down beside Toss.

Toss brushed himself off, and turned his body towards Goobers. "You're lucky you're my girlfriend. I don't really share this part of me with very many people." Toss Boy warned.

Goobers giggled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, I know. Toss boy is supposed to be the tough, blood-thirsty villager who lives in Hel. And yet: he's the most adorable." Goobers mentioned, booping Toss on the nose.

Toss Boy covered his face with his hands, not wanting anyone to see him blushing. "Goobers, not here...I have a reputation." Toss whispered through his hands, trying to make sure no one was around him except for Goobers. Thankfully for Toss, It was only him and Goobers.

Goobers respected his space, but also wanted to soak in as much of Toss's reaction as she could, to appreciate later. Seeing Toss Boy act all bashful like this, was super rare! If Toss Boy wasn't trying to kill villagers and survive in the depths of Hel, Toss was usually visiting and making his girlfriend laugh. So: Goobers making Toss laugh, was a well-earned luxury! Goobers felt so proud to have such a boyfriend. The cute and humorous demeanor that hid itself under his cursed, murderous nature was very lovable! Geez, even his evil side was kinda hot. Especially the axe! Good lord, anyone could fall for THOSE biceps! But amazingly: Toss fell for her! So, here they were: Living their independent lives together and breaking social distancing rules.

Such sweet love!

To end off their date, Goobers took Toss over to the museum for one last thing: She wanted to show off her newest butterfly! She had caught the Agrias Butterfly recently, and gave it to Blathers to keep in the butterfly fountain.

"This is the butterfly I got while I was visiting islands the other day." Goobers told him. Toss smiled as he looked at the purple, blue, pink and black butterfly in front of him.

"It's very pretty." Toss Boy reacted softly, holding a finger out. After a couple seconds, the butterfly flapped its wings and landed onto Toss's finger. There, Toss got to look closer at the colorful, pretty butterfly in his hand.

Then, Toss grabbed Goobers' hand and held it calmly while he looked at the butterfly. Then, Goobers leaned on her hip and rested her head on his shoulder. After a few seconds, Toss Boy laid his own head on Goobers' hair, and watched the Agrias butterfly flutter off to explore the room. The couple watched the fluttering butterflies in awe... comfortably in each other's arms, enjoying the comfortable silence between them.

Oh my gosh...I don't think I've fallen so in love with a couple like this before! This is a first for me!

And Sean or Evelyn: If you came across this fan-fiction, I hope you enjoyed it! You guys are so cute together! 

[middlearthmerchant95]

like hell; ch1

“You’re crazy...”

“So are you sweetheart”.

Jerome Valeska x OC

Summary: The Maniacs of Gotham, a load of bullshit in Grace’s eyes. That is until she’s one of them. But what peace can she find among monsters just like herself? A monster she wishes she wasn’t. But a monster that someone loves..

Word count: 3,667

Rating: Teen/Mature

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing, Arkham in general (insanity kind of stuff)

A/N: This story is literally 2 years in the making and I’m finally starting to post the chapters. I know everyone is all into Jeremiah now (love him) but this story was started a long time ago and I know we all still love Jerome so. I hope everyone reads it and enjoys it, my writing has really improved and I’m so proud of this, I hope you all like and reblog it. It’ll be an ongoing story so be ready. XOXO

Good behavior. That’s what this was. Staring down at a silver square plate that consisted of brown mush, saltines, and room temperature tap. This was my reward for good behavior. After months of complying, taking my meds, and staying quiet when I wanted to scream, I was written off for having this so called “good behavior”. But the more that phrase crossed my mind the more unreal of a term it really seemed. Like all things in my life I guess.

But despite the less appetizing and probably unedible meal before me, I was happy. Happy because my meal wasn’t slid under the door in the pitch black, happy because when I heard a voice nearby it wasn’t the sad realization of it just being in my head. Because this was the goal on my slow and lethargic mission to good behavior: being released from solitary confinement. And as I sipped on my stale water with the rim of the thin paper cup almost soggy against my lips, I couldn’t help but feel a little pleased with my accomplishments.

“No, no! Shut up, n-not now!”

I turned to my left at the voice beside me, a frown forming on my face as I overlooked the lanky man as he tried desperately to cover his ears.

“Bunny, keep it down. If the guards hear you yelling at the voices they’re gonna throw you back in, you know what happened last time..” I explained to him gently.

He shuddered in his seat, scratching at his arms while he looked at me with wide worried eyes. “I-I know, I know G-Gracey.. They just keep talking and, I-I dunno” he stuttered out. I watched him while he rocked back and forth on the bench, peering over his shoulder every now and then to get a glance at the guards. If he got any more anxious then it wasn’t going to turn out well for him.

“Hey, cut it out. Sit still freak”.

A guards first warning. Which meant the next one wasn’t gonna be any nicer.

“I said sit still freak!”

“P-please! Leave me alone please! I c-can’t help it!” Bunny wailed, his body now violently rocking back and forth. The guard came out of nowhere in the corner of my eye, appearing behind Bunny, and the moment my eye caught a glance at the taser in his hand I turned my head as quick as I could. But when the taser reached Bunny there was nothing I could do to not know it was happening, the sounds of his screams and the zap from the taser was just enough as the guards dragged him away.

Closing my eyes for a moment I let everything slide away, letting out a slow breath as the moment evaporated like swallowing a dry pill; slowly and painfully. I dropped my face into my hands while I looked down at my half empty cup of water. Even if things started out good, it would always turn out bad some way. This place was a perfect example of that. When I came in they wouldn’t stop preaching about there being hope, that no one was excluded from it and help was always going to be available to us. But it didn’t take long to learn that it was all just bullshit. There was no hope. At all. We’re all just as insane as when we came in, lots of us even worse. And now look at Bunny, a good morning and a good afternoon just for it to end with more pain and suffering. No one to soothe his cries, no one to dull his pain, just a straight jacket and some drugs to aid in all of his problems. And somehow, my cup looked even emptier…

I wanna leave.

Stop. Not now I don’t wanna hear it.

I shoved the thought away as quick as it came and as hard as it tried to linger. The one thing these drugs couldn’t fucking get rid of. And for someone who’s been here 5 years you’d wonder why I had those thoughts anyways.

Pushing the thought even further back I finished off the last of the mush and crackers on my plate and swiftly slid off of the bench; it was probably best for me to be somewhere else now, somewhere where my thoughts couldn’t bug me..

My rested legs took me where I needed to be, walking down the long, cold, guard lined hallway away from the rec room and into somewhere much more warmer and a lot more appealing. At least to me. The one inmate who visited it.

The Arkham Asylum Library. Well, more or less. It could easily be, Arkham’s Book Cupboard, but it was something. And I appreciated it nonetheless.

It’s only been established for 3 years, but still, it seemed to be my only salvation in this hell hole. The one place where I could reach out beyond the confines of these walls and into somewhere better, somewhere where I wasn’t insane, or angry or scared. It was a salvation to me. And today as I looked it over while I stood in the doorway, it seemed to look a bit brighter.

The walls were the same: cold, gray and dank. The six book shelves were draped in a fine blanket of dust that was still unbothered, but there were tiny details I could spot that told me things were different, better in a way. But I was the only one who came here anyways so of course I noticed. Tucked into the far corner of the room now sat a soft worn in leather chair, and next to it a dark green reading lamp, its glow making the chair look even warmer than it should be. And while these both added to the otherwise dull environment, it’s not what caught my eye in the first place. I walked till I stood right before the book shelf, the dust mixed with the old book smell heavy with my senses. Then my gaze found it, six brand new books settled right in front of me on the middle shelf where it was once empty.

I reached out to run my fingers down the spine of one book when a soft voice called out and stopped me in my tracks.

“I see you’ve found our new arrivals already”.

My hand dropped and I turned to the doorway, Ms.Claire the librarian standing there with her small arms wrapped around a book and the peek of a smile on her face. “Anything peak your interest?” She asked coyly.

“Mm.. I’m not too sure yet” I replied.

Her eyes turned down to the book she held then looked up at me with a confident smile. “Well, maybe this one will”. She came over to me briskly, her eyes down at the book, uncaring of my own actions like most of the staff here. All of them are slow and careful walking up to me, eyes trained onto me like a guard dog. But not her, she’s the only one not scared of me. I couldn’t thank her enough for that alone.

“Open your hands” she said. “And close your eyes”. I did what she said, and before I knew it a heavy book was placed in my hand; a hardcover, I could feel it, so it was even heavier than it looked. “Now open and look down”.

What happiness I could have I was feeling right now. An abnormal warmness in my heart that thrummed gently, only stopping for a moment as I took in the book in my hands. It was big of course, and the hardcover looked brand new. And in large beautiful shiny words along the top it read: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. The fourth book in the series, and the one I haven’t read yet..

I couldn’t think of anything to say, I really couldn’t, it all seemed lost in the moment. This was a book I wanted to read for so long, it almost feels like a past life with how long it’s been. I was supposed to have read this book long time ago… “I.. I don’t know how to thank you” I muttered softly.

“You don’t have to Grace” Ms.Claire told me sweetly. “I know how much you liked all of the fantasy books we have and.. Well I thought maybe this one might be your favorite in the end”. She smiled brightly at me and gave me a soft pat on my shoulder before peering over her shoulder, a guard lingering in the hallway like a hawk. She turned to me and sighed “well, I guess I better get back to work before they think I’m trying to help you escape”.

Doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me.

“But why don’t you get started on that book okay? And I’ll see you later Grace”. As softly as I could I smiled back at her as she left, the guard taking one last glance at me before leaving with Ms.Claire down the hallway. I sighed. Alone again.

Forget about me?

Shut it. It’s time for me to actually have some peace and read this book. Get my mind away from you and this place.

K.. But I’ll be here when you need me.

With a huff I fell into the leather chair and opened up my book, it’s crisp edges calling me to a different world. Oh, and I don’t need you.

* * * * * * *

Some things you never forget how to do, like riding a bike. For me it was two things: using a gun and falling into the story of a book.

Really, for Harry Potter it wasn’t all that hard, the story was so easy and fun to follow that it felt like I was reading it for hours. But I think it was only one.

“Ay, that’s him right? That one that killed his mom in the circus? Crazy, spoiled ass brat”.

“I’d shut up if I were you rookie. That kid hears you talking about him like that, and you’ll be mangled up in a heartbeat. Don’t underestimate the inmates here. You give em the wrong look and you’re done”.

I craned my neck back to look at the hallway, seeing if I could get a look at who those guards were talking about, but nothing. They must’ve been closer to the rec room. Which means whoever they were talking about was in the rec room. Killed his mom in the circus? Hm. Whoever it was, I didn’t know them. Must be someone new.

“Fine whateva’. But he better watch out for me” continued the first guard.

“Yeah, sure” scoffed the second one.

Averting my attention back to my book I tried to drown out the rest of the conversation and outside noise. I wasn’t that much in the mood to hear gossip about some psycho kid.

You’re one to talk.

“Ms. Porter, it’s time for checkup”.

I snapped my attention to the doorway to find Hanson there, one of the regular guards around here who often took me back and forth to my room. He wasn’t too bad I guess. But on the days when I had checkup.. I really did hate him. He was like the bearer of bad fucking news. And as much as I didn’t wanna put my book down, I knew I had to. I was good remember?

“Sorry Grace, I gotta take ya over to the doc today. I know you don’t like it” he said with a frown.

Damn, it’s like he read my mind.

But I just shrugged and put my book away, moving towards him with my wrists raised as if on cue. “Nah it’s alright kid, I don’t gotta handcuff you today. Doc’s orders” he told me. I raised a brow at him but didn’t question it, I wasn’t gonna argue about not being handcuffed. But at the same time, I guess the feeling was the same as having your last meal before you go to the electric chair; a nice gesture for something so fucking awful.

The walk there was dreadful but familiar. Always the same. Cold and expectant. But the walk back.. Always different, and always a little piece of me gone as I came back.

Hanson left me with a pat to my shoulder though I barely felt it as I stood in front of the cold metal door before me. It was like my unconscious was getting my body ready for the numb pain that was about to proceed upon walking through the door. God, how many times I just wanted to run away from this… The only thing keeping me here was what they told me. That I was doing good, ‘good progress’ they said…. Somehow I was almost starting to believe them.

*Beep Beep Beep*

The door unlocked with a click and the doorknob turned and opened, but I kept my eyes down, like always.

“Hi Grace, come on in”.

I looked up under my lashes like I always did at my doctor; hesitant and compliant. And my doctor stood there with her clipboard in hand and her brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, looking like an angel of death or something. She always looked so innocent and kind, but with the way she opened up old wounds, it was like she held a scalpel instead of a pen and paper.

I took my usual seat across from her desk and waited for her to start. The anticipation was always the worst part. Or maybe that’s just how I felt every time I was in here.

“So. How are you feeling today Grace? Are you having a good day?”

I shrugged, trying to relax at the same time. “Yeah”.

She smiled then jotted something on her paper and continued. “And how have you been sleeping?”

“Fine.. Not too bad”.

Again she jotted something down. “And have you been dreaming?”

This time my answer didn’t come quick, I was silent. And she pressed on. “Any nightmares Grace?”

I bit my lip and let my eyes travel around the room, knowing I had to answer the question but doing anything to avoid resurfacing the shit I had to see in my sleep.

“Yes” I finally muttered.

She nodded and wrote something down, her face careful and considerate. “It’s been a while since you’ve had any huh? That’s good”.

All those damn drugs is why.

Not now.

I nodded, knowing exactly where this was going. And like usual, never ready for it.

“Okay Grace. I want you to do your best and tell me everything you can remember from it. Just take your time. We’ll get through this..”

What a bullshit lie. Here we go..

“Was it about your father?”

Gracey, it’s okay honey.. It’s okay. Daddy’s okay, Daddy’s gonna be okay…

My head felt like it took a beating from a metal pipe as I made my way out of the room, everything thudding and booming around me. It felt like I was half awake, the nightmares still looming in and out of my head while my vision tried to focus in on the ground in case I tripped over myself. Fuck it was really bad this time…

Maybe they should give us some drugs for after those mind fuck sessions.

The only thing you’re right about..

I’m right about a lot of things actually. If only you’d let me have some control some times then-

Fuck you. The day I let you out is the day I’m really fucked.

Is that really so bad? Do you really wanna be so normal?

“Whoa, whoa, Grace. Hey, kid you okay?”

My vision came back into focus of the hallway and found Hanson crouching to my level, his expression slightly worried as he looked me over. Did I look that bad?

“You look like you’re gonna fall over, maybe you should get some rest?” He asked, but was quick to answer for me. “Yeah, let’s get you to your cell kid”.

I nodded as best as I could, feeling more fucked up than anything else, but still attempted to thank Hanson for being so kind.

The new set up in Arkham, and a pointless one at that, was that inmates had to constantly be signed in and signed out of the rec room or wherever if they weren’t in their cells. And the process was ridiculous with how many fucking inmates there were. But it was made worse when I saw who it was signing people in and out, the only bitch whose sole purpose of this job was to flirt with Hanson at any given moment. So lucky for me, I’d be waiting here a while.

“Hey Hanson, working hard huh? I wish they’d give you a break hon”. Here we go. Just like I thought. Fucking bitch.

Five minutes passed and I was still standing there. Still listening to this bitch’s terrible attempt at flirting while she slowly paged through the list of names. And all the while I could feel myself getting more pissed off.

Ooh, you haven’t been angry in a while.

I know I haven’t. It was probably that fucking doctor making me worse. Or… No. I can’t think like that. It’s just the after effect… That’s what she said, it’s.. Normal.

Whatever you say. But I say, you act on it. Shouldn’t be keeping things bottled up..

Again, I’m not taking advice from you. The last thing I need is someone fucked up giving me advice to do bad things. Remember? I’m not that person anymore.

Oh but you could be…

“Hahahaha! Wow Richard, I had no idea you were so funny!”.

Jesus Christ, who’s fucking obnoxious laugh is that? I spun around on my heel to face the rest of the rec room, my knuckles whitening as I did so. With how shitty my head felt I really wasn’t in the mood to listen to some bitch cackling…

Me either. Maybe you should fix that..

I was expecting to turn around and find some bitch sitting at the bench behind me laughing  in my ear just to annoy me, it wouldn’t have been the first time. But the entire rec room was empty, all except for one little group smack in the middle of the room, all closely sat together, minding their own business… What the hell?

For all the weird and abnormal bullshit that happened here in Arkham, sitting with people together as a group, actually conversing with them was probably the weirdest. No one here willingly spoke to someone else, let alone sit in a group with them. Most inmates were too far gone to even give a shit. Some of them just too far gone.. It was just so… Odd.

Another horrible laugh rang out then, the same one; loud, proud, and obnoxious. My eyes darted to the direction of the group it came from and landed on a head of wild blonde curls, her head tilting back as she laughed again while she gripped onto the smiling man next to her. He looked pleased with himself, smiling smugly at the giggling blonde girl beside him. God did she sound annoying… Though from the looks of everyone else in their group they didn’t feel that way, all eyes on them like they were their leaders or some shit. It seemed ridiculous considering the setting we were all in, there wasn’t much point in looking up to someone just as crazy as you.

Couldn’t that just be it though?

*Sigh*. Couldn’t what be it?

Maybe they’re not looking up to them because they’re just as crazy… Maybe they’re looking up to them because they’re even more crazy. I mean, it doesn’t seem that weird. Not in our case anyhow…

Whatever. We’re all fucked up. I just hate the idea of followers; no independence, no strength, always being someone else’s puppy.. I mean, just look at this fucking group. All of their eyes on them like they owned this place, it was so-

Hm. Not all of them after all… Interesting.

I thought for a moment, if there was ever a time in my life that I could remember when the feeling of someone watching ever creeped me out…

It didn’t.

So when I found a pair of eyes on me the feeling I got wasn’t from fear or worry, it was different, and I couldn’t explain it.. And that pissed me off.

He’s young… Guess you’re not the only wacked out kid in here.

He was young.. My age even. Pale with red hair. God his hair is red… With green eyes. Eyes that never left me, or at least… Didn’t want to. What’s his fuckin problem?

I tilted my head to the side, beginning to not like the idea of him staring.

Well then maybe you should stop checking him out and go ask what his fucking problem is.

Fuck off, like that’s what I’m doing. It’s not my fault he can’t stop staring… But now it started to feel like a competition, both of us not giving up on this bullshit little staring contest. He was enjoying it I could tell, the little glint in his eyes gave it away. But enjoying what I wonder.

“Alright Grace c’mon, sorry for the wait”.

Hanson appeared then, keys in hand, his body now blocking my view of the boy. Good riddance, I thought. He adjusted the gun holster around his waist then glanced back over his shoulder, right at the group. “They giving ya trouble Grace?” He asked.

Hanson moved his body just enough to where I could see the boy again. He looked at Hanson, just briefly, then looked right back at me. A smile peaking at his lips. I just glared back, and his smile grew.

I thought of Hanson’s question and answered as honestly as I could, another chill running up my spine.

“Not yet”.

[taxesdeathtrouble]

Over The Hills And Far Away

somehow i managed to write this in one day????? what the fuck?????

there’s like, a lot of fluff in this fic, guys. A Lot.

continuation of ‘going to be true, if you’ll let me’

title is from Rita Ora’s ‘Anywhere’

~5000 words

Enjoy!!!!

1. The One Where Alex Finds Out

Chase, in general, always wants to be around Gert. If given the choice, he would pick his girlfriend (because she's his girlfriend now! He can say that!) over saving the world, no contest.

They're in her room right now, or what can loosely be called her room; the Hostel's accommodations, though useful, are sparse. They're just lucky there was six rooms here with bedframes. Old Lace is at the side of the bed, chewing on a rubber bone that Gert bought for her.

The two of them are lying on her bed, and soft music is playing from the record player. The record player was such a score that when Gert found it in the thrift shop they went to a few days ago, they bought candy bars to celebrate.

"Why did you even bring records when we left if you didn't have anything to play them on?" he asks, softly, because it's pretty peaceful right now, and he doesn't want to ruin it by being loud.

"I dunno," Gert says, shifting and leaning her head against his shoulder. "Why does anyone do anything?"

"Ah, so it's one of those days," Chase says, amused. Gert has always been very existential, sometimes.

"I don't have 'days', I am constantly, always like this. This is how I think all the time, but it just translates into nihilistic sarcasm." She says all this with her face pressed into his chest, because she's moved even closer in the past ten seconds. She's probably going to fall asleep soon.

"Big words from someone in Bugs Bunny pajamas."

"Shut up, they were on sale."

"They were a dollar off, you didn't have to buy-"

She reaches up and puts both hands on his face and squishes his lips together.

"I don't have to take this from someone with a fish face," She says, giggling.

"Stop it," he says, but it comes out as Shtop ut, which makes Gert laugh harder.

"Okay, okay, okay," she takes her hands off his face and curls up even tighter against him. He's pretty sure Gert slept exclusively in a ball for the first 16 years of her life. "Good night, baby." "Good night, honey."

They only started using the pet names because of a dumb competition on who could be more cheesy, but Chase is secretly so glad they kept doing it. Being called 'baby', and 'honey', and 'sweetheart' makes him feel so warm inside.

They fall asleep soon after, tucked under the blankets with Gert wrapped around him like a very adorable octopus.

__________

Alex wants it on the record that he didn't ask for this. He did not ask for this. It is unfair, actually, that he has to be subjected to this at nine o'clock in the morning.

All he had wanted to do is ask Gert if she had seen his Pacman t-shirt. They all had a tendency of borrowing clothes from one another, but Gert did it constantly, and he really likes that t-shirt.

But instead of the next ten minutes consisting of him getting his favourite shirt back, he walks in, and he gets fucking scarred for life. Gert and Chase are wrapped up together in bed, Gert barely out of the covers. He doesn't know how he completely missed the fact that they were dating, let alone doing..........other things. He's known these kids since birth and suddenly they're doing that? It's a tiny bit gross, if he's being honest.

And, okay. There had been some Signs lately that maybe Alex should have been paying attention to. But he's busy! Everyone sees him as the leader! His girlfriend broke up with him! He's been kind of stressed since they got to the Hostel four weeks ago, so sue him for being surprised.

He's so surprised, in fact, that he drops the ImpBook, the heavy notebook dropping to the floor like a brick and waking the two of them up.

"I am so sorry, I didn't even know you were- oh my god, I should leave you alone, sorry!" He blurts, picking up the ImpBook and getting the fuck out of there because he cannot deal with this right now.

__________

"What was that?" Gert asks. She's got an awful case of bed-head, and she's rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she sits up, pulling away from him just the tiniest bit. Chase mourns the loss.

"Alex being weird. Want me to go get you some coffee?"

She leans in and kisses his cheek. "Yes please."

He loves her so much. He hasn't told her yet, because its been just past a month and he doesn't want to freak her out, but its true.

He makes his way to the common room, making sure not to trip over Old Lace, to start a pot of coffee. Well actually, first he goes and brushes his teeth so he's not walking around with stank breath. Then he heads to the common room.

Alex is in there when Chase walks in. He's flipping through the ImpBook, clearly not actually looking at the pages. Chase starts on the coffee, already getting out the six sugar packets Gert takes in her coffee because his girlfriend (!!!!!) is nuts. He's halfway through a 'hey, do you want any?' when Alex interrupts him.

"So, uh, how long have you guys been, uh....."

"We've been together for about a month and a half, Wilder. Did you seriously not notice?"

"No, not at all. Am I just clueless, or are you guys doing the secrecy thing?"

Chase pours coffee into Gert's dinosaur mug and starts stirring in the crazy amount of sugar.

"I don't think we are. We haven't outright told anyone, but that's because we thought it was obvious? But if it isn't......" Hm. Well, if they have to go around telling people, he's glad that, completely by accident, they only have two people to tell.

He treks back to Gert's room with only one mug in hand, because he hates coffee and they're out of tea right now.

As soon as he walks through the door, she makes grabby hands at him until he slides into bed and hands Gert her mug. She takes a long sip.

"Thanks, honey."

He wraps an arm around her, lazily pulling her closer. "No problem, sweetheart. Hey, did you know that apparently Karolina and Nico don't know we're together?"

"Yeah, I'm aware." She finishes the last of her coffee and puts the empty mug on the nightstand, then leans back into him. "Last week they were teasing me for not quote unquote 'tapping that' yet. Which, to be fair, is the most hypocritical bullshit I've ever heard, considering the way they dance around each other. We're we ever that bad?"

"Probably."

"Ugh, glad we got our shit together then. Do we plan to tell them, or are we letting them find out naturally in what is sure to be a hilarious fashion?" God, does Chase love being a we.

"Either way is good to me, but I can tell which one you want to do, so lets go with the second option."

She kisses him, without reason, without prompting. It's sweet, and slow, and short. But it's the kind of kiss that promises more to come over days, months, years. Before Gert, he'd never been kissed like this. If you asked him to do word association for the word 'kiss', he would say party, alcohol, empty. And maybe it's corny, but before Gert, Chase has never had a real kiss. Not even with Karolina, because she had definitely not enjoyed it, which kind of ruins any kiss.

Well, actually, he has had a real kiss before dating Gert. But that kiss- his very first one, the one that's supposed to be awkward and weird but wasn't- was also with Gert, somehow.

They were fourteen- well, Gert was, Chase was still thirteen thanks to his dumb late December birthday, and they were at a party. It was one of those generic, 'invite everyone in your class' parties at Jake Abbott's house, and they were hanging out in the basement playing monopoly or ping pong or whatever. And the party was fine, if a bit boring, until Eiffel lobbied for everyone to play spin the bottle.

They all sat in a circle, and the first few rounds were fine, until it was Gert's turn. And Chase remembers the bad feeling in his stomach as the bottle span, not knowing why he felt so sick. He knows now that it was pure, lime green jealousy.

So the bottle span and span, and Chase felt worse and worse, until the bottle stopped.......on him. Gert looked nonplussed as she crossed the circle, in huge contrast to the way Chase remembers his mind racing, his cheeks getting hot. She sat cross-legged in front of him, and with a mumbled, 'this is okay, right?' she leaned in.

He remembers it in detail, mostly because for months afterward he would go over it again and again, often not getting enough sleep because of it. Gert's fingers had twisted into his shirt as she pulled him in, and he remembers thinking that she smelled citrusy, like orange juice on a Sunday morning. She'd been confident where Chase had been so, so nervous, like she'd kissed someone before and it didn't freak her out anymore. It had freaked Chase out, mostly because of how much he liked it- this was another thing that kept him up at night for months, the idea of liking Gert. But, of course, back then he was too much of a coward to actually ask her out, so.

Gert had pulled away, wiped her mouth, and went back to her spot, looking for all the world unaffected. Her cheeks were a little pink, sure, but it was nothing compared to the mess Chase had been sure he looked. Chase remembers wishing he'd ran his fingers through her long hair while he had the chance, thinking this will never happen again and I am screwed.

Chase has never been more glad to be wrong.

__________

2. The One Where Karolina Finds Out

Karolina, Gert, Molly, Nico, and Old Lace (who is pretty much asleep) are having a quote unquote Girls Night. Which, to be honest, isn't much. All they're really doing is watching Ten Things I Hate About You and painting each others nails. But the boys aren't allowed in the TV room the entire night unless there's an emergency, so it's a Girls Night.

Gert, it seems, has seen this movie more times than could be counted on both hands and feet, from the way she's mouthing along to every line.

"Hey, Gert," Molly says, pulling her out of the trance as she holds up two nail polish bottles, "powder blue or baby pink?"

"Is there any other colours? I'm not in a very pastel mood."

"Not unless you want to go emo with Nico's jet black." Molly says, holding up the bottle.

"Excuse you, it's not emo, it's goth revival! Get it right." Nico says, stealing it back.

"Nico," Karolina says, knowing the fond tone she's taking on is probably not appropriate for a girl she's not even dating yet, "The colour is called 'the void.' Does that not strike you as the littlest bit emo?" Nico sticks her tongue out at her. It's really, really cute.

"Ugh, fine," Gert says, holding out her hand, "pink please."

Gert gets absorbed back into the movie as Molly paints her nails for her.

"So, Gert," Karolina starts, mentally rubbing her hands together to prepare for teasing.

"Yeah?"

"When are you going to ask out your very own Heath Ledger, huh?"

"First of all," Gert starts, turning away from the screen, "Don't compare Chase to Heath Ledger, he's hot as hell but he doesn't win against Heath Ledger, I mean, come on, and second of all- fuck this is my favourite part everyone shut up."

On screen, Julia Stiles is standing in front of the class, reading her poem.

"I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind I hate you so much that it makes me sick It even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you're always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh Even worse when you make me cry

I hate the way you're not around And the fact that you didn't call But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

A single tear streams down Gert's face, and Molly says, "You do this every time we watch this, and I still don't get it. It's just a movie."

"Yeah, but they're in love, Molly. And wasn't it great seeing Bianca punch out Joey?" Molly nods, and they watch as the movie ends to Letters To Cleo's I Want You To Want Me.

Gert, Karolina has noticed, is a bit of a closet romantic. Karolina really can't wait for Chase to get his shit together and ask her out, they're gonna be so good together.

After Nico turns off the projector, but instead of letting the silence stew, she starts humming the first few lines to The Barenaked ladies One Week, which has been stuck in Karolina's head since the start of the movie.

Gert and Molly join in and start to sing the first part of the song, then the three of them turn to Karolina in surprise as she starts up an almost perfect rendition of the rap. She can't sing for shit, so she's been practicing different rap songs in her spare time since they got here. She almost has Alphabet Aerobics down.

The four of them get up and do silly dances as she raps, then it switches to the song part and they all sing it pretty badly other than Gert. She's always been a fantastic singer.

She starts the second rap part, and even though this song mostly doesn't make sense in the slightest, it is so, so fun. They finish the last verse and practically fall to the ground laughing.

"Okay, okay," Gert says, holding back giggles. "I'm going to go see if there's any snacks around, be right back."

__________ ~~~~~ She really did just want to get snacks, seeing Chase is just an added bonus.

Gert had been looking for chips when Chase had scared her half to death as he wrapped both arms around her from behind. If she hadn't pushed down her gut reaction, Gert would have totally elbowed him, hard, in the stomach. As it happens, she just lets out a gasp.

"Oh, did I scare you?" he says, totally already knowing the answer. "Sorry."

"Uh-huh, sure."

He hooks his chin over shoulder, asking, "So how's Girl's Night?"

"Oh, so fun. We watched Ten Things I Hate About You and now I'm getting snacks." she places her hand over his, fiddling with his fingers.

"Ah, the crying movie. Love that one."

"Oh, shut it, I once saw you cry while watching Airbud. Airbud, babe."

"I was thirteen, leave me alone."

"Hmm, leave you alone, huh?" she turns to face him, and puts on her best smirk. "You sure?"

~~~~~

Fuck.

Chase leans in, threads his fingers through her hair as he kisses her. It's a bit more passionate than usual, but that's just like comparing a campfire to a forest fire- it's the same flames every time. Gert's fingers scrabble against his shirt, and she keens, just a little. And that's when Chase loses any and all trains of thought. She moves a hand up to his neck, moving her thumb against his rapid fire pulse.

And then Karolina walks in.

"Hey, Gert, what's taking so- Ohhh. Oh. Oh my God. When did this happen?!"

She wipes her mouth, her lips still red. "Um, a month and a half ago, about." she lets out a small gasp, like she's still catching her breath. Chase cannot take his eyes off her.

Gert grabs the bag of chips, pecks him on the lips, and with a "Bye, Chase," she's gone.

~~~~~

"So can I tell Nico about that, or?" Karolina says, fidgeting as they walk back to the TV room.

"Hmm," Gert starts, "well, she is the only one who doesn't know-"

"Wait, how did Alex know before I did? What even?"

"The only reason Alex knew before you did is because he has no sense of personal space and barged into my room at nine am." Gert says, smiling at the memory.

"Wait, so are guys.....like......uh....." She looks so uncomfortable, and Gert is confused until it dawns on her.

"NO! No, nonononono, we are definitely not- no. And we have no plans to! None. At least in the near future, anyway. We just sleep in the same bed sometimes. Every night. Uh." her face is like, doing something right now. subject change, subject change, subject change.

"Okayy, so can I tell her, or......?"

"I have a deal for you." They stop in the hallway, and Gert puts both hands on Karolina's shoulders.

"If you ask Nico out, you can tell her. Right the fuck away, I don't care. But you have to ask her out first. Okay?"

Karolina nods, dazed. She clearly didn't expect a (well meaning, come on, they would be so good together) ultimatum.

"Cool."

3. The One Where Nico Already Knew

It's raining.

Usually, this would make Chase kind of emotional in a good way, because every time it rains since he and Gert got together, he gets sappy and reminiscent and romantic. But right now its raining.

And they're outside.

Nico, Gert, and himself have just gotten out of the car to walk to the grocery in the pouring rain when he realizes.

"Oh my God, you don't have a raincoat." How does she not have a raincoat? He's already taking off his jacket, which doesn't have a hood but will have to do as he hands it to Gert. She puts it on and rubs her arms.

"Thank you," she says, "but I'm going to be mad at you if you get sick."

"I know."

"Guys, come on, it's so fucking freezing!" Nico says as she speeds up to a trot. They've parked a little ways away from the grocery store for safety's sake, but it's so far and the rain is coming down so hard that they're all halfway between walking and running, and the only reason the three of them aren't flat out sprinting is because they don't want to trip.

They get under the awning, and the girls squeeze out their hair as Chase twists water out of his sweater. They walk in and search the aisles for the items on their, frankly, huge list. Alex really doesn't forget anything.

They have to split up after a while so they're not at fucking Loblaws for three hours. Gert and Chase must be faster than Nico though, because they meet under the awning at the agreed spot with their bags and she's not there yet.

The bags sit at their feet as they wait, Chase's arm over Gert' shoulder with her leaning into him. Chase is freezing, but having her with him is warming him up just fine.

"Baby," he says, kissing the top of her head, "it's raining."

"Is it?" she jokes. He loves her so much its insane.

"You know what else happened when it was raining?"

"Hmm, I don't know," her tone is amused as she looks up at it him. "Was it, perhaps, this?" She kisses him slow and sweet, and he thinks of a rainy day like this one not too long ago, the day that went so, so well for him.

__________

So Gert and Chase are making out in front of the Loblaws. To be honest, Nico wishes she was more surprised. She's not sure of, like, the exact date they got together, but she knows it was in the past two months or so, because they're still sort of in that lovey-dovey phase. Although, Nico is pretty sure they might never grow out of it. The way she sees Chase look at Gert sometimes, like she's the most amazing thing he's ever seen, is enough to make even Nico jealous of their relationship. Fuck, she wishes she had the balls to ask Karolina out already.

She clears her throat, and they pull apart.

"Uh, hey, so-" Chase starts, attempting to clear self created awkwardness.

"Guys, I already knew, don't worry about it,'' she says, smiling, "I'm happy for you."

Gert smiles back and thanks her. They break into a run because its pouring even harder, and Gert gets in the drivers seat as Chase calls shotgun before Nico can.

"How long did you know?" Gert asks, eyes still on the road.

"Since we went to that party, you know, the one where you wore that satin black dress?"

"Yeah, and?"

"You blew him a kiss and he tripped on thin air. So yeah, that's when I knew." She smiles at the memory. At the time, that had been one of the funniest things she'd ever seen.

__________�~~~~~

Oh, does Chase remember that party. They'd gotten there at different times, because Gert had to run an errand. It was about a two weeks after they started dating, and Chase was still thinking every few minutes is this real is this real is this real. sometimes he still thinks that, to be honest.

She'd walked in wearing a satin dress looking like a purple haired Marilyn Monroe, like a wind could blow and she'd be recreating the iconic picture of the blonde bombshell, just in black.

Damn, does his girlfriend look good in black.

She'd caught his eye, saw him walking towards her, and blew him a kiss with her glossy red lips.

And yes, he did trip over his own feet.

"You look.....so good." He'd said when he reached her, hands on her waist and leaning towards her.

"I know."

They'd danced together the whole night, and when they got into the Lyft home, her lipstick had spread all across his mouth. That night had definitely been one for the books.

Now, Chase reaches over and tugs a wet piece of her hair. "Your hair looks nice like this." He says, then sniffles because he can feel his nose getting stuffed already.

"Thanks, babe, but if you get sick because you gave me your jacket I will kick your ass, okay?"

4. The One Where Molly Realizes Gert And Chase Are A Bit More Serious Than She Thought

He gets sick.

Waking up the next day to a pounding headache and barely being able to breath through his nose is verifiably awful. And waking up alone is even worse. He's not sure where Gert went. They'd fallen asleep together last night, but he wakes up in her bed by himself, so she must have gotten up at some point.

He shuffles his way to the common room, having to stop a few times so he doesn't like, keel over, but he gets there. He stops in the doorway and sees everyone eating Chef Boyardee while Gert makes what smells like chicken noodle soup at the stove.

"How long have I been out?" he says, his words slurring a little bit.

"It's one in the afternoon, honey." Gert turns towards him, "I told you you'd get sick," she says fondly.

"You did, but rather me than you, so whatever." He yawns, and Gert tells him to go back to bed.

"I'll bring you your soup and some medicine in a minute, okay?"

He nods and heads back to his room.

__________

Honey?

Molly hadn't realized Gert and Chase were the pet names type. She hadn't realized they were the serious type either. And maybe she's been a bit naïve about them since they got together. The other kids would say that she's just naïve in general, or just think it, and she hates when they do that.

She remembers going home that day, the day, Gert practically jittering in the drivers seat.

"So," Molly had started, "Chase is your boyfriend now, right?

"Yes? I mean, I think so? We're.....letting it develop."

And then they didn't really, actually talk about it. Gert would gush, Chase is so hot, he's so kind, I think I really care about him, Molly. That last one had really thrown her for a loop at the time, and even now it seems so out of the blue to her. Maybe it's just because she hasn't really felt that way about anyone yet, and while she likes it that way, it's hard to analyze a situation that she has no personal experience with. Woah, she really needs to stop listening to everything Gert says, even Molly's thoughts sound like her.

Gert comes back after a while, saying that Chase is asleep again, and promptly face planting onto the couch.

"I really did tell him he'd get sick!" She whines to Karolina, who's running her fingers through Gert's hair.

"I know."

"He really didn't have to give me his jacket! I would have been fine!"

"I know."

"Oh, yeah, you're out of the deal now, Nico knows."

"I kn- wait, what?"

"Yeah, apparently she knew the whole time."

"Not apparently," Nico says, looking up from her book, "I did know the whole time. You two were never subtle. What deal?"

"Oh," Gert has that look in her eyes that means she thinks she's made a terrible mistake as she gets up, grabbing Molly by the arm, "okay, we're going to go check on Chase," she pulls Molly towards the door.

"But you just saw him, he's fine-"

"We're leaving!"

They get out of there quickly and head to Chase's room, but when they go in, he's not there. Gert flops down on the bed and grabs a pillow, squeezing it in worry, though Molly can't tell what about.

"Um, Gert? Where's Chase? This is his room, isn't it?"

"Oh. Uh, yes. He's...........somewhere else." She looks shiftily to one side.

"Where?" Molly asks, looking around. There's not much of a personality to Chase's room, or any of their rooms, for that matter. Running away from murderous parents doesn't usually entail bringing décor. His top blanket is a soft blue, worn around the edges. There's a half empty bottle of water on the floor next to the bed. But there, in a picture frame on his nightstand, is a photo booth strip of pictures of him and Gert. The first picture is the two of them making silly faces at the camera. In the second one, Chase is kissing Gert's cheek, in the third photo, they look like they just pulled back from a kiss, foreheads touching and sickeningly sweet smiles just visible. In the fourth photo they're looking back at the camera again, with big grins and pink cheeks.

Gert has the same photo strip folded oh so carefully in her wallet, right next to her picture of Molly. Molly is pretty sure that there's not even any money in that wallet. It's super old, old enough that Alex had made sure to check it for a tracker before Gert was allowed to take it with her.

"Um, my room? He slept there last night, and I guess he just went back reflexively."

At 'my room', Molly's eyes bug out. "Why are you sleeping in the same room??????????"

"It's just a couples thing, Mols," Gert says, even though she still looks shifty, "Don't worry about it."

"Gert, I know what sex is, seriously, you can-"

"No, Molly, nonononono. We haven't Done That, and no, I would not like to talk about it, noooooo. Shush. Come on," Gert says, clearly done with this line of conversation, "We're going to actually check on Chase, now, I'm worried."

"You saw him a half hour ago."

"I know, but still."

They tiptoe into Gert's room so they don't wake up Chase, but he's already awake.

"Hi, baby." He says to Gert, voice crackling. Molly is pretty sure Chase doesn't even notice she's in the room, which, to be honest, she's kind of miffed about.

"Hi," she's got that tone she used to get with the cat they had when Molly was seven- Mr. Snuffles. Gert pretended the entire time he was around that she hated him, but whenever she talked about him she'd get that exact tone in her voice. They'd both cried for days when he died.

Gert sits on the side of Chase's bed and checks his temperature with a kiss to his forehead. Stacy used to do that too, and Molly wonders if Gert does it because she did.

"I'm going to go get you a cold cloth, okay?" she gets up, looking determined. Molly wonders how she's going to do that when they don't even have a fridge, but Gert has her ways.

"I think I'm going to marry her," Chase says, apropos of nothing as he watches the door even after she's left, and even though Molly isn't sure he's talking to her, specifically, maybe he just makes grand statements when he's alone and nobody knows, she responds.

"As long as I'm the Maid Of Honour."

"Sure, Mols."

She thinks she's starting to understand this whole love thing, now.

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A Team

Okay this is the first chapter of the Andy fic I was talking about. I’m not going to post all the chapters at once because I’m lazy and that way I am posting something in between my other stuff :) Kay? Okay!

What will Andy do when he runs into a old friend from high school that needs his help. Will he help her? Will his girlfriend Juliet be okay with it or will she make it worse? Will Andy helping her make him lose they life he has worked so hard to make?

It is in the readers/Emilys POV

Andy Biersack X OC Emily Light

Warnings: Language, drinking, Striping and think there might be mentions of drugs.

I woke up and rolled over to read the neon green numbers on my clock. 7:00 PM. I had three hours to get ready for and get to work. I sat up and yawned softly, I moved off the bed to walk into my bathroom to take a shower. I took my clothes off letting them fall to the floor, also placing my necklace on the counter beside the sink. I stepped into the shower turning it on to get blasted with cold water. I screamed slightly and moved away from the water waiting for it to heat up. "Are you okay, what happened?" I heard my friend Alexis ask as she opened to door. "Nothing the water was just a little to cold but hey at lest I'm awake now." I said laughing and stepping into the now warm water. "Oh ok hey do you want me to put these clothes in your laundry basket?" "Yes please." I said putting shampoo in my hair making it smell like roses. "Can I throw this old ass shirt out?" "No!"

"Why do you still keep this thing. I get it was a friends from high school shirt but still I don't think you should still have it six years later. Its not like it still smells like him or something and you have not talked to him in what four five years now?" "I know but that's one of the only things I have to remember him." I said washing conditioner out of my hair then started shaving. "It is not the only thing you can remember him by. What about that batman necklace that you never take off. You don't have to keep this shirt that has holes in it and everything." "Well I'm not getting rid of it now so just leave it alone okay?" I said sticking my hand out of the shower after I turned the water off. "Mind giving me a towel?" "Yeah here." Alexis said then I felt the soft fabric of my towel on my hand. "Thank you." "Yeah sure whatever." I wrapped the towel around myself and got out of the shower feeling cold air nip at my arms and legs. "Sure you don't want me to get rid of it?" "Yes now got get ready we have to work tonight." "I know." Alexis said winking and running out of my bathroom. I rolled my eyes and picked up the clothes off of the floor along with my necklace. I walked back into my room and threw my clothes in the laundry basket and putting my necklace back on. I walked to my closet and started looking for something to wear. After I got dressed in ( polyvore.com/unnamed_41/set?id=99173496 ) I walked out of my room and down the little hall way to the small kitchen. I grabbed my keys off of the kitchen table and a granola bar and walked to the front door. "Alexis! I'm leaving see you at the club!" I yelled louder then I needed to but oh well its not like the people living next to us like us anyway. "Alright see you when I get there don't steal all the hot guys this time!" I heard Alexis yell back as I was walking out the door. Our neighbors was and old couple that lived in the apartment A3 to the right of us. They only ever heard stuff that you didn't want them to hear. When they first met me and Alexis they thought the world of us till the realized what are job was. I guess they don't like living next to two stripers.... I walked up the six steps to get to the parking lot glad that we have a, A apartment instead of one were we would have to walk up and down a lot of steps. I walked over to my hot pink bug. I hate my car I only drive it because it runs good. I hate the color but hey what can you do when you go get a car when your drunk? I got into my car and started it. Before I could back out of my parking place I seen Alexis running up the steps wearing ( polyvore.com/unnamed_43/set?id=99545181 ) and waving her arms. I stopped and waited for her to get in. "Hey sexy." Alexis said winking then busting out laughing when she got in "So what made you want to ride with me?" "I got a call as soon as you walked out the door!" Alexis yelled smiling really big "And that call was about....?" "Oh right. Lacy called me and she said that thee Asking Alexandria just walked into the club and they asked for the best dancers. Lacy said that she put them in the back room and if we get there in the next ten minutes that we can be the ones to dance for them!" "What no way do you know how awesome that would be to be in the same room with Asking Alexandria?" I asked driving faster as soon as she said Asking Alexandria was at the club. Andy's POV Me and the guys just got to the club that Danny told us to meet him at. Chix on Dix was the name of it. It sounded kind of odd but Danny said it was the best club in New York and Ashley backed him up on it. I never heard of it but hey Danny most of the time knows what he is talking about when it comes to stuff like this. Me and guys pulled up to a hot pink bug that was next to the front door and got out. Jinxx was the one driving he said he didn't feel up to drinking tonight. I got out of the front seat. I get shot gun since I have gazelle legs. "Where are Danny and the guys at?" Jinxx said as we all started walking in the front door. "He said to wait beside the bar that he would find us after he knew we were here." I said pulling my phone out of my back pocket of my black jeans. ( polyvore.com/unnamed_36/set?id=97723738 ) *Hey where here where are you at*~Andy I sent the message and started to reply to the one from Juliet *Have fun at the club tell me when your back at the bus*~Juliet *Will do love you <3*~Andy *Love you to*~Juliet *Hey I'm at the bar its in the back*~Danny "Danny's is at the bar." I said looking for it. The club was mostly dance floor with loud as fuck music, flashing different color lights and round booths with tables in the middle, in random places.. Most had poles some didn't though all the ones that did have poles had dancers even if there was no one sitting at the table.. The bar was all the back wall up on a platform with a dancer on each end. To say this club had dancers was an understatement. I started walking to the bar the guys following me. I was beside between James and Danny when I found them. "Hey man." Danny said when I sat down "Hey. So what have you been doing before we got here." "Me and the guys just got a really good show." James said smirking with a shot in his hand "What by her?" I asked pointing up. We were at the far right end with a dancer right in front of us. She had blond hair and green eyes. She was pretty yeah but a little to skinny for me. Plus I had Juliet. "No two girls it was cool to because they knew who we were. One kind of freaked out a little bit the other one was really calm. Hey there is one of them now. Hey Bunny come here!" Danny said yelling at some girl with white and purple hair. She walked up the little platform and smiled at Danny. Danny pulled her on his lap and kisses her cheek at which she blushed at. "Andy meet Bunny or rather her real name Alexis." Danny said "Hey." I said smiling slightly since I didn't want to be rude. "What the hell is Luna doing on my pole?" Yelled a girl in a letter jacket from the about three seats from us. "Emily don't yell just get over the fact that she is a better dancer then you." Said the bartender. He was guy in his late 40's maybe. I'm guessing he was the owner. "A better dancer my ass she cant do half the tricks I can, she is never on time and she is always losing the club money!" "Well maybe you should have listened and not shown up dressed as a freak again." The girl said on the pole bending over to get face to face with the black hair. When she said that I realized that she was not dressed as the other dancers. She had a black leather jacket on, a pink batman shirt and a black skirt. She had the high shoes that all the dancers had but that was about it that looked like it should be here. But even though she was dressed different she made it work. "Emily just drop it you know your going to get more tips then she will no matter were your at so let her have the pole. Go put your jacket up and come be the bartender and give Ron a nice break maybe he will realize that he did the wrong thing." Alexis said getting off of Danny's lap and walking over to the black hair girl. I'm Guessing her name was Emily. "Yeah you can be the bartender. If you do a good job you can have any pole or job you want all next week." The bartender said "Alright whatever. I need the money." I heard Emily mumble as she walked by me. "Sorry about that. What are you going to so with stupid whores right? Bunny get back to work! Can I get you anything?" Said the bartender standing in front of me. "Yeah sure just give me a bear for now." I said "You got it." He said nodding and getting me one. I nodded a thanks and took a drink of it. "Well I guess I'll see you guys later it was really nice meeting you guys! I know Emily was a calm and stuff but she really dose love you guys you have helped her a lot. Oh it was also nice meeting you Andy." Alexis said smiling at me. I looked up at her to smile back when I did her mouth fell open slightly. "Oh my gosh I know who you are how did I not realize it before?!" She said hugging me "I take it your a fan?" I asked hugging her back slightly "A fan? A fan of what? You Andy Biersack right? You had a best friend in middle school named Emily right?" She asked smiling really big showing all of her white teeth. "Yeah how did you know that?" I asked since I have never said anything about Emily in a interview or something like that so how could she know that. "Oh my gosh this is awesome! How did I not realize who you were before? I have seen pictures of you and everything." Alexis said jumping up and down "Who have you seen pictures of?" The girl from before Emily said walking up to us behind the counter. She didn't have her jacket on anymore, just lace sleeves. "Oh no one. Danny do you want to dance?" Alexis asked grabbing Danny's forearm "Sure!" He said smirking, sitting down his drink then walking off with her. "I'm sorry if I'm being rude but do you have any idea who the hell she was talking about?" Emily asked me softly chewing on her cheek "She was talking about me. She said she knew I was and I first I thought it was because she knew who my band was but then she just started to make no since." I said taking another drink of my beer "Alexis is good at doing that. Sorry if she bothered you." "She didn't bother me any." I said smiling at her and flicking my head to the right to get my hair out of my face. "That's good to know. Just tell me if you want any more to drink." Emily said smiling and walking over to some girl that asked for a cocktail. Three hours latter and I was wasted. I know I was because I kept seeing batman in the corner of my eye but he was never there when I turned my head. I don't know how but I some how found my way back to the bar for another drink but the girl would not give me any. She was not Emily. Emily and her friend Alexis left a hour ago with Danny to do? I don't know. Some how Jinxx got very drunk me, Ashley and CC back to the car. Jake was kind of drunk but not as bad as us. I didn't plan on drinking so much but thoughts of my old friend Emily kept racing threw my head. At one point in the night I told Jinxx that I wanted to fined her and get to know her again. He said he would help me fined her if I got in the car. Maybe that's how he go me in the car... I don't remember making it to the hotel but I guess I got there since I remember waking up there about 5 AM to puke then I past out on the couch.

[dinoalexander]

The Semi-Quotable 2017 Part 4

I never had his problem with Livejournal. I’ve had several problems but never this... Part 4.

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"Note to terrorists: During WWII, London endured this thing called 'The Blitz'. Google it. They will endure your petty stupidity. Note to Trump: During WWII, London endured this thing called 'The Blitz'. Google it. They will endure your petty stupidity. Keep calm and carry on." -Kevin

"When you scroll to find your name, don't see your name for a really long time, and wonder if you could have squeezed just a couple more fucks in there. Missed fucking opportunities!" -Laura

Jay: "Who doesn't love a Brazilian steak?"

Joe: "Who doesn't love a Brazilian ass!"

C: "Who doesn't love a Brazilian?"

"As soon as American Idol came to America, we were all fucked." -Jenna

"This isn't football, it's boy bands!" -Q

"To quote the great philosopher Cornell Haynes Jr., it's getting hot in herre." -C

"I'll always love UNC but Gonzaga destroyed Tokyo." -Austin

"Make chicken salad out of that chicken shit!" -Q

"If one more person adds me to LulaNotLemon group without asking me, I swear I am going to find every pair of leggings on this island and burn them in a huge bonfire at Bayview Park. #YouveBeenWarned" -Shannon

"Stranger at Walmart just coughed in my face. So I have two, maybe three days to live." -Q

"I got some antibiotics for the bug I've had for over a week. I think it's adorable that CVS colored the antibiotics green for St. Patrick's Day and they taste like mint. I think those lazy bastards just gave me a container of Tic Tacs." Klauss

"I used to date somebody with lazy eye, but she was seeing someone on the side." -Rammson

"Is that a thing? Because I just made it a thing." -Jordan

“What is the current bar for "most awkward human on the planet" in the Guinness Book of World Records? Cause I wouldn't mind getting something back for all my suffering.” -Christina

“You’re like a WetJet with a lab degree!” -Q, on cleaning up the ER doc’s messes

“Supporting my husband’s love for this awful team.” -Kyle

“THANKS FOR NOTHING, CRABTREE!” -Robin

"Had homey on some Globetrotter shit." -Jabari

"NBC: Where Every Night at 8 PM is Fuckin' Christmas." -Klauss

“Diane, it’s ‪Tuesday, August 1st‬ and I’ve stumbled upon quite a few mysteries here at Fashion Peaks. Tully the horse has been sent to the glue factory, The Ascension has a very peculiar taste in music, and my partner, Deputy Dango, has been abducted - possibly by extraterrestrials. That leaves me with two questions: One, who kidnapped Fandango? Two, why didn’t I just call you instead of record this?” – Tyler Breeze

“Wait, so that giraffe still hasn't given birth? Have we explored the possibility that the zookeeper just overfed her a few months ago and lied instead of admitting the mistake?” - Nedeff

“Just finished watching ‪Die Hard‬ for the first time (we can discuss later). ‪Die Hard‬ is 100% not a Christmas Movie. Just because it ends with Christmas Music doesn’t make it a Christmas Movie.” – Dan O’Toole with the most wrong hot take of 2017

“We're still gonna get near-daily articles trying to Understand The Le Pen Voter though right” @pattymo

“Of course any portrayal of a real-life figure is about so much more than physical resemblance, but come on guys: how did they NOT cast Christopher Plummer as J. Paul Getty in the first place?” – Richard Roeper

“Danny Ainge the only American who can outsmart a Russian.” – David Dennis Jr.

“The Yankees haven’t been in the playoffs in a while so I forgot how punchable Brett Gardner’s face is” – Brad Rutter

“HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” – Dougie Jones

“There’s no fucking way he sold 200 Streamdaddy’s” – Prez on IYH

“By far the most bizarre trivia fact about Dean Stockwell to me is that he’s a trained martial artist.” – Allison Pregler

“Don’t Worry, We’ll Let You Know When The Last Surviving World War II Veteran Dies” - ClickHole

“And I thought Ashley Judd’s sleaziest boss was Benjamin Horne.” – Ken Jennings

“Because hey, if you lose $35 Million one time, try try again!” – Scott Keith on Vince McMahon relaunching the XFL

“I don't recommend going to Wal-Mart 2 days before Christmas. And by "2 days before Christmas", I mean ever.” – BFG

“Pepsi: That was the biggest PR blunder of the week, year maybe.

United: Hold My Beer

Sean Spicer: LEEEEEEEEEERROOOOOOOY JEEEENNNNNNKINS!” - @Lance_Bradley

“IF THE TITANIC HAPPENED TODAY: “Sir, we’re heading straight for that iceberg. / That’s a fake iceberg. / Sir, it’s a mountain of ice and it’s right in front of us. / Full speed ahead! / Sir, we just hit the iceberg and now we’re sinking...Sir?...Women & children first, Sir...” – Jeff Daniels

“Hot on the heels of his triumphant rebranding of MySpace, Justin Timberlake brings sexy back to the NFL.” – Kevin M.

“Derek Jeter is so freaking hot. I hate the Yankees!” – Greg’s friend Kat’s mother

"Marty Jannetty couldn't buy a date..." thankfully 24 years later Marty will make sure his dates don't share his DNA...” - Dane

“Next year's State of the Union should have an In Memoriam montage with everyone who's been fired.” - Nedeff

“What can bring an end to an angry dance montage? FUCKING ‘NAM!” – The Cinema Snob

“IT’S NOT ABOUT THE BUNNY! ………… Is it about the Bunny? ………. No, it’s not about the bunny.” – Tommy “Hawk” Hill

“WARREN WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?” -Jimmy Kimmel after the Oscar Best Picture fuckup

“GOODBYE AOL INSTANT MESSENGER GO FUCK YOURSELF” – The Iron Sheik

“A producer pitches a show to an NBC executive.

"Wow me."

"Okay- it's The OJ Simpson Trial... but wacky!"

"Go on..."

"It's a procedural comedy where we don't know whether he did it until the end of the season!"

"But... this is a murder, right? Someone dies?"

"Oh, yes- good 'n' dead."

"I see... and who were you thinking would play the role of the is-he-isn't-he murderer?"

"The Trinity Killer from Dexter, John Lithgow."

"Dick Solomon?! GREENLIGHT THAT ISH" - Fard

“EVERYTHING TRUMP TOUCHES DIES!” – Rick Wilson

“Can’t believe Weinstein didn’t go with the old “locker room talk” defense.” – Matthew Yglesias

“So here's what we're gonna do. Without my knowledge, my husband came to you for a loan of $20,000. You were nice enough to give it to him. But he should never have been gambling like that. I'm gonna pay you back. Now, at my bank, where we make less than one percent interest on what little money we have, people would be turning cartwheels just to get 25 percent interest on any loan, and that is what I'm generously gonna give to you right now, $25,000. That is my first, last, and only offer to you. What kind of world are we living in where people can behave like this? Treat other people this way without any compassion or feeling for their suffering? We are living in a dark, dark age, and you are part of the problem. Now, I suggest you take a good, long look at yourselves because I never want to see either of you again.” – Janey-E Jones

“If professional wrestling isn't real why have I spent the past hour watching Bobby "The Brain" Heenan videos quietly alone in my hotel room?” – Tom Arnold

Gordon Cole: “We’re not anywhere near Mount Rushmore.”

Albert Rosenfield: “I brought a picture for you.”

Gordon Cole: (Looks at picture) “There they are Albert, faces of stone.”

“This is pretty exciting to be apart of this nomination for @VeepHBO especially since my mom watched the entire last season of Madame Secretary and was confused why I was never on it.” – Paul Scheer

“Nice to know that while other industries are turning to tablets and screens, game show hosts are still plugging away with those little cards.” – SC Duncan

“We will remember the unappreciative, ungreatful, evil, awful, Anthem owl men and the man who’s fond of slapping nuts on how they treated us on our exodus from Impact Wrestling YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” – Matt Hardy shooting on Double J’s business practices

“Steve Bannon gets tonight’s Last Word – which for him, is the complete silence of utter humiliation” – Lawrence O’Donnell

“SHOVEL YOUR WAY OUT OF THE SHIT!” – Dr. Lawrence Jacoby

“Sorry I took your suit. I mean, you had it coming. Actually, it turns out it was the perfect sort of tough love moment that you needed, to urge you on, right? Don't you think? Let's just say it was. Look, you screwed the pooch hard. Big time. But then you did the right thing: you took the dog to the clinic, you raised the hybrid puppies... alright, not my best analogy. I just wanted to mention that I think with a little more mentoring, you could be a real asset to the team. There's about 50 reporters behind that door, real ones, not bloggers, so when you're ready...” – Tony Stark

“In the Alabama Senate Race, the predicted result among many pundits was a narrow margin of victory. Roy Moore himself, however, was hoping for a shocker in the teens.” – Nedeff

“Sports Illustrated called and said I was probably going to be Sportsman of the Year, but it was going to take a long photo shoot and interview. I’m not proud of my recent perm and have a interpretive dance class at the interview time so I turned it down! No Thanks SI!!” – Noah Syndergaard

“Wow, if I had invested $1,000 in Bitcoin last week, today I would have... still no idea how Bitcoin works.” - @StephenAtHome

“In a confusing twist, Han Solo's name will be revealed to be Luther Campbell.” – Jeff Gerstmann

“Lordy, I hope there are tapes!” – James Comey

“This is the water, and this is the well. Drink full, and descend. The horse is the white of the eyes, and dark within.” – The Woodsman in Episode 8 of Twin Peaks: The Return 

“We need some loving profiles of a small town in northern Alabama that thinks obstruction of justice is fine because Drumpf respects cops.” – Matthew Yglesias

“Why are Greg Gumbel and Seth Davis sitting at a desk for ants?” – Andrew Bucholtz

How many more of these things will Tumblr tolerate? Stay tuned...