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[hummus-birb]

Happy Splatoween!!! Hope everyone had fun, and honestly I don’t really care who wins this time! (Ghosts and Skeletons are both funky fellas, and I’d honestly be more surprised than angry if Zombies somehow won)

Not Splatoween themed, but here’s some old Splatoon sketches I made a while ago! Just gesture, color, and hair practices, as well as style improvement in general!!

[swearingcactus]

borrowing showers past bedtimes

remember the little thing i wrote the other day about v borrowing kerry's shower? yeah i finished it, somewhat, decided it was still relatively short (2k) and too plotless for an ao3 post. so woe, fic be upon ye. (under the cut)

It seemed like it took forever until V’s incessant knocking on Villa Eurodyne’s front door got it to swing open.

Speaking of the door, when the fuck did Kerry even get his front door fixed anyway? They had tried to fix it on a random weekend when V came over, but it kept opening stubbornly no matter what they did. And then Kerry had gotten so mad and tried to rip the door of its hinges, so they dropped the effort altogether. And–

“Oh, shit.” Kerry’s voice brought him back to the present and V blinks to realize Kerry’s looking at him with wide eyes. He pulls down his headphones he had on to his neck. His previous annoyance at being bothered in his house at this hour slipping rapidly into shocked worry at the sight of a merc covered in blood and mud and who knows what else, standing with his arms and feet a shoulder apart.

“Hey Ker, wha‘sup, sorry for bargin’ in so late at night,” V says, words stumbling over the other like a trainwreck, then he gets to the point, “Can I please borrow your shower?”

“Jesus, of course,” Kerry says, and then jerkily opens the door wider like he just remembered he could do that.

“‘m not Jesus, I’m V.” V mumbled out absent-mindedly. He whacks his arm before he gets in, some blood and bits of flesh fell off the sleeves of his jacket, squelching to the floor.

“Do you need a ripper?” Kerry asked. V drags his feet onto the concrete in hopes it’ll lessen the blood stains when he walks in the house.

“Oh, nah, I’m fine. This isn’t mine.” V says, just realizing how this must’ve looked. “I’ve been out the whole day in the rain, went from the badlands then back, got a gig near here.” V walked further into the house, avoiding the items still strewn about the floor. “Got messy. Normal shootout stuff, grenades, the like, then just–” he makes a psh-SHOOO noise with his mouth as he creates an over-exaggerated motion of an explosion with his hands.

“Gonk had a grenade on him and pulled the wrong pin.”

Kerry lets out an amused, morbid chuckle. V thinks that’s nice; he’d probably laugh about it too. If he hadn’t spent the entire day being scorched and sweating under the Badlands sun, hit by dust and dirt. Then got whacked with a storm that came out of nowhere. Then trekked his way up here just to get blasted in the face with someone’s guts. He smelled like garbage and felt so grossed out, but he was still ready to spend the entire ride back to Watson feeling like complete shit… only to find that the earlier shootout had blown off his Yaiba’s fuel tank.

But yeah, he’s fine! He’s totally not gonna lose it if he can’t claw his way out of his clothes within the next 5 minutes. But just in case, he excuses himself to the shower and practically ran in.

–

V's buck-ass naked in Kerry's shower. It's a huge shower, taking up 30% of the entire bathroom and the bathroom itself is bigger than his apartment. And now the large space and the great ventilation is getting him cold. He rubs a foot on top of the other, trying to warm the palms of his feet. He goes to pick up another soap from the rows and rows of product that Kerry had, all lined up.

It took less time to decide on a shampoo to use earlier because there were only two options, and even though he should probably peruse the purple shampoo dedicated to keep hair dye to shine and all that... he had decided to use the one Kerry probably forgot at the back. It had dust on its lid but smelled powdery.

Johnny crackles, all blue pixels and blurs of light, leaning on the glass window next to him. "Occupied, asshole." V says, gesturing to himself. "Also, ever heard of privacy?"

"You lost your privacy rights the second you took longer than 10 minutes to decide on a soap to use. At least start the water. This isn't your megabuilding, Kerry can pay the hot water bills."

Johnny made a good point, but V opted to ignore Johnny for now, as he often does. Instead, he opens another soap bottle and sniffs it experimentally. He could tell this was Kerry's go-to soap. Smelled like mint and perfumed musk. He reads the name of the scent. Gold Desire.

"Oh fucking... his pretentious ass needs a beating." Johnny grumbles. V snorts and closes the bottle. It's a scent reminiscent of Kerry, which V doesn't hate, of course. But the idea of smelling like Kerry didn't sit right with him.

A little too domestic. A little like he's playing pretend as someone's cute little input who's enjoying the high life for years by now. A little too much like wearing a costume. He's already had enough of the idea of turning into someone he's not without a stupid soap doing it for him.

He goes to sniff the next soap and dry-heaves. It smelled overwhelmingly like burning plastic that's vaguely presented with artificial strawberry and vanilla. He coughs and puts it away.

“At this point your clothes are gonna finish being washed before you do.” Johnny complains, glitching away and popping up, squatting on top of the washing machine dramatically.

V picks up another soap, “Oh Johnny, gross, you cummed in this one.”

“I what.”

“Look, ‘Rockerboy’s Wet Dream.’” V says, grinning and showing off a green bottle. Johnny rolls his eyes and pretend-flicked his cigarette’s ash onto the floor.

V continues to read the bottle, “’Citrus and Red Chili.’ Wonder how that smells combined.” V sniffs it, “Spicy!” he announced to Johnny who has now resorted to softly banging his head on the wall behind him. V decided he could just use this one and goes to turn the water on.

He enjoys how it immediately produced the perfect temperature without him even needing to fiddle with the settings or wait. Some fancy tech that detects his temperature and automatically sets the most suitable one for him once his feet hit the shower tiles.

He pours a hefty amount, wincing at how the bottle wheezed and dropped a slimy gel-like substance with beads of scrubs– which hurt when he started to slather it up. Before the contact with skin promptly starts to burn. Granted he has never used a high-end soap with an exfoliator and whatnot, but V doubts it’s supposed to hurt this much.

V picks the bottle up again to inspect it, hoping to see if maybe he’s just using it wrong or something… when he noticed a manufacture date at the top of the cap. He froze in fear. “Holy shit. This was produced before I was even born. Why the hell do Kerry even keep this around.”

He chucks the bottle to the trash bin to the far end of the room. It missed and hit the wall, bouncing onto the floor. V scrubs the rest of the offending soap on him, almost panickedly.

“You can shower with my actual cum, ‘ll hurt less.” Johnny offers mockingly, getting in the stall with him. V elbows him hard, even if he glitches away before it made any believable contact.

“Give it a couple second and you’ll feel the burn too, see if you can joke then.” V grumbles. He takes a long deep breath and spends the next few breaths just watching as the bubbles get washed along with the grime and mud that starts to melt onto the floor along with the hot water. Shoulders slowly slumping as the events of the day start to catch up and some new bruises and cuts make their presence known. He cards his fingers onto his hair and plop goes the pieces of brain matter and what could’ve been an eighth of an eye. He kicks it down the drain, and blindly takes a random bottle.

This one’s still filled to the brim. He opened it to find it still sealed, even. He struggles to open it with his nails and managed to do so... sacrificing some nail paint in the process. He sniffed it almost dejectedly. Before perking up, pleasantly surprised with its unfamiliar but sweet scent.

"Huh.." he says, taking it away to properly read what it was. "Coconut and basil."

"Do you even know what a coconut looks like?" Johnny accused, out of nowhere.

"Sure I do. It's brown, kinda round looking. Floats. Not sure what a basil actually is though." V answers easily, and finally sets the soap next to the shampoo he had picked, and gets to showering in peace.

--

V stepped out of the bathroom feeling like an actual human again for once, shaking his hair onto the towel roughly to dry it.

"Ker?" he calls out. He hears a faint tune being repeatedly played and walks to the far end of the first floor. Kerry sat with his back to V, with his headphones in, frowning at a computer. He had a guitar in one hand while his other hand was covering his mouth, a finger tapping onto his lips.

Kerry glanced over when he noticed V in his peripheral vision and says, "Hey," but his focus quickly turns back to the computer.

V steps next to him to plant a kiss on the top of his head. "Thanks for the shower." (He could feel Johnny rolling his eyes, making pretend-barfing motions. V made a huge point to tell him to fuck off.)

"No problem," Kerry says, obviously still distracted.

"Busy?" V asks, knowing the answer but thinking he should probably still ask it.

Kerry doesn't really answer, just hums vaguely, somewhat affirmatively.

V spreads his toes out on the floor, feels that it’s dusty, still haven’t been properly vacuumed since god knows when. He shifts his weight. "... Anything I can help with?" He offers. It's a long shot but sometimes Kerry asks his opinion on song lyrics, even though V kinda guessed it's less of asking an opinion and more of showing off an unfinished piece he’s still proud of.

As he expected, the shot fell short of its mark when Kerry replies with a clear, resounding, "No." and by then V knows he's maxed out trying to get a conversation out of Kerry.

He goes to leave Kerry alone.

–

V checks his clothes to see it had finished its spin cycle and is now being dried. Still a couple hours to go. He goes back out and climbs to the second floor, trying to find something to wear in the meantime. Kerry’s a little shorter than him, (“Not by much.” Johnny annoyingly pointed out.) Fine, Kerry’s only a little shorter than him, but his clothes mostly consisted of leather or something so cropped, might as well just go nude.

There were some hoodies, though, large unassuming jackets Kerry bought in bulk to hide from media vultures. Big enough it makes his boxers look shorter than it actually is. V decides to borrow one, goes to bite and suck one of the hood’s strings immediately once he slipped it on.

He leans over the second floor to check up on Kerry from above. Kerry tapped the space bar so hard V swears it’ll crack. He starts grumbling unhappily, then goes to fiddle another tune on the guitar. Yikes. Better leave him alone for now.

“Derivative!” Johnny yells about the tune, over the railing.

If Kerry could actually hear him there would be a bloodbath.

V passed Kerry’s bed and goes back down to the first floor, sitting on the sofa. Kerry stops playing the guitar with an uncomfortable screech and whines loudly.

“Tell him try changing it to a minor tune.” Johnny says. V frowns at him, not sure if he’s actually offering genuine musical help or if he’s just fucking around to try and rile Kerry up. Either way, V knows Kerry wouldn’t appreciate any unwarranted advice at this stage. Johnny clicks his tongue, because he knows it too, he just doesn’t like not letting everyone know what he thinks.

V goes to lean back, only to sit up straight again, looking back and noticing there’s a bong stuck behind him. He pulled it out, then sighs at the mess. Before standing up and picking up empty and half-filled glasses to the kitchen to stick them in the dish washer. He continued to throw out two thongs wedged in the sofa. Wipe the counter from the sticky, spilled alcoholic drinks and their mixers.

It took a while until the sofa and the coffee table in front of it looked nice enough, and V sits and slumps himself onto it in satisfaction, letting the sofa’s crevice swallow him as much as it could.

–

"Hey, what're you doing here?" Kerry asks, gently shaking him to wake him up.

V blinks blearily awake, takes a second to realize where he's at. Then at the question. Wanted to wait up for you sounds too cheesy suddenly and V decides to just shrug.

"You cleaned my place up." Kerry says appreciatively.

"Nnno, just the sofa area." V points out, then yawns, putting his hand into a fist and using his knuckles to cover it. Kerry lets out an 'Awww' kind of sound and V stopped yawning immediately, frowning up at him. Kerry stopped cooing, and grinned, "Come on, let's get you to an actual bed, huh?"

He pulls V up and leads him to the second floor onto the bed. V falls into it immediately, rolling so he can plant his face down onto the biggest pillow Kerry had, while Kerry went off to turn off most of the lights on the switch on the wall.

V doesn't need to see to know when Kerry shuffled into bed when the bed dips next to him. He puts a hand out to feel for Kerry and when his fingers found contact on skin, he scoots closer.

"D'aww," Kerry says again cut off harshly when V pokes his ribs, hard. "Hey you don't want me to think you're cute? Stop being cute."

"Thought you said I was a brat?" V coyly asked.

Kerry lets out a huff, "Alright, down, boy. Way past your bedtime for that."

"Sounds like I need some punishi--" V couldn't help a yawn before he could finish that sentence, "Yeah, point taken." He shuffles again, a leg lands on top of Kerry's before settling. “Sorry I bothered you while you were doing your song.” He says to Kerry’s arm.

Kerry lets out a soft laugh again, rubs the point of contact between his fingers and V's upper arm, “Yeah if you were anyone else, I would’ve told you to fuck off. Consider it a privilege that you got me away from my set and I’m still letting you on my bed.”

“Yay, privilege!” V whoops softly. “Always wanted to know what that feels like.”

Kerry snorted again. They went quiet and V thought that was the end of it. Until Kerry adds, “You know you don’t have to…” he stops like he thought better than to say it. V opens his eyes to look up at Kerry, telling him to go on.

Put on the spot, Kerry begrudgingly continues, “I dunno, just… you know I’m here for you, right? So.. I dunno, V, maybe next time, you could just think of coming over in the first place instead of it being an alternative plan? And, ugh, I know how this might sound to– Look, I’m not saying this ‘cus I’m jealous or, or clingy, okay, I know you got your own thing. Look, you don’t have to act all awkward and proper ‘round me, ‘s all. I mean, come on, V, it’s just me.”

“Uh-huh.” V says, though he doesn’t really get what that’s all about. He shuffles and drops his head back to its original position, closing his eyes. He’s falling asleep again, and he fights to hear what Kerry’s saying next, it gets jumbled into one hazy tune. Something about time, and them being friends, sometimes a little more, something about worrying about not hearing something…

He snuggled to Kerry’s arm again, concludes Kerry’s probably just stressed about the piece. So, he sleepily asks, “Didja finish it though? The song.”

“Huh?” Took a few seconds for Kerry to realize what he’s asking, “Oh… Nope. Gave up on it for tonight.”

“Should try changing it to minor key.” V hears himself say without him actually thinking it, then he groans quietly. He kicks the engram mentally, mumbles out, “Oh, shut up, Johnny…”

“Yeah, shut up, Johnny.” Kerry echoes immediately. But there’s a slight moment where V thinks Kerry’s arm had tensed a tiny bit, before relaxing, as he leaned into V’s hair. Then, "You smell nice."

Thanks, it's coconut and basil. V thinks he says, but he's not sure because he conked out within milliseconds. He thinks that for tomorrow, in-between getting home, and doing gigs, and finding leads about the relic, he’ll try to figure out what a basil actually is.

Author's Note: yeah so coconut and basil huh. The coconut that goes around getting bobbed by the sea but floats with the flow. The basil that could mean anything from a token to ward off the devil to a symbol of love. Also smells great together as a body wash. Fun! Maybe Kerry'll think there's poetry in it if V shared it the next day.

[gingerjolover]

just a little preface to the naomi angst fic

it’s untitled rn but here’s y’all’s juice

Untitled Angst Fic - Preface

Naomi Mcpherson (MUNA) x reader (soft!gf coded)

(also im sure naomi is a great partner this is RPF don't come for meeeee)

“Naomi?” you call out, wrapping the bow on the baby shower present, smoothing your outfit out gently as you walk down the stairs not wanting to be late.

Naomi sits at their desk in the studio, still in the sweatpants they wore to bed, headphones on one ear working on a track.

“Naomi?” you say, wide eyes and jaw slacked, they’re not even remotely ready to leave the house. If you weren’t so annoyed, you’d kiss up their back to watch their muscles flex, or bite their bicep. But honestly, you wish you could throw something at the back of their head.

“What?” they ask turning around. They barely look at you before hitting you with a half-assed, “Oh, you look nice,” dismissively before turning back to the computer.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you mutter, having had enough with their dismissiveness and forgetfulness. You know that MUNA has a deadline, in some twisted way you’re appreciative that Naomi is working at home. But for the last month, it’s been you talking and them not listening, worries getting dismissed, events being missed, showing up for them when they don’t show up for you… it’s all getting old. The ring on your finger feels heavy, like there’s something deeper happening.

“Where are you… hey? What’s wrong? Why’re you all pissy?” Naomi says, following you out of the office, frown on their face, annoyance laced on their features. “Why are you dressed up?” they ask dumbly.

Because of fucking course they forgot about the baby shower.

“Why aren’t you dressed?”

“Because I’m working?” Naomi responds, tone frustrated. “I’m working in my house, why do I need to be dressed?” they ask, tone starting to get mean.

“Your house?” you ask, crossing your arms, you can’t stop the hurt from crawling onto your features.

“Yeah, actually, my house… why do I need to get dressed to work in my house?” they say venomously.

This is how all of your conversations have been going recently, if you talk at all.

“You know what never mind, have a good day,” you say, grabbing a sweater and the gift, bidding farewell to the your sweet dog and cat.

“Why’re you being so sensitive? You’re mad because I said it’s my house? You moved in here with me?” they ask, hounding you as the follow you to the door, grabbing the edge when you open it to move towards the driveway. “What’s in the box?” they ask, holding the door open, the breeze from outside putting goosebumps on their bare torso.

You roll your eyes, getting into the car. As the engine turns over you see Naomi shut the door and jog out to your drivers side, motioning for you to roll the window down. “What?” you hiss, Naomi eyes widen, taken aback by your attitude.

“Woah babe, if you’re gonna be nasty I’ll just go inside.”

“Then go inside,” you say, finally done with this behavior, sick of feeling like you’re running laps around Naomi.

They glare at you gently, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Text me when you get to wherever the fuck you’re going safely, yeah?” they say, almost like it’s a chore.

The kiss burns your cheek, and not in a good way. Naomi is staring at your face, waiting for your cheeks to flush, the best part about kissing your cheeks in their opinion.

Their eyebrows furrow when your cheeks don’t flush, in fact, your face doesn’t even change. They stand back from your window, crossing their arms to cover their bare chest and watch you pull out of the driveway.

[noodyl-blasstal]

King of the (bouncy) Castle

It's @taznovembercelebration day 17 and today I drew the prompt "soft"

Read below or on Ao3 if you prefer. Missed yesterday's? Find it here.

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“Ko!” Lup yells from the hall.

“What?” He screams from his bedroom, because he’s still deciding on what to wear and if it’s that urgent she can come in.

“Do you know anyone else?”

“In general? Or?”

“Don’t be a dick. Do you know anyone who can come today?”

“Why?”

“Magnus had to drop out.”

“We can win without him.”

“A team is four people.”

“Ask Dav.”

“He’s racing today”

“Lucretia?”

“She just laughed until I hung up. It was a solid 3 minutes.”

“Merle?”

“I’m going to need you to work from the assumption that I have remembered our joint friends with whom we spend all our time”

“But seriously, Merle.”

“Taako, I have tried everyone we jointly know. He said he was going to be busy in the greenhouse, and then he said some other things. Would you like me to tell you what those other things are? Because I can. I can tell you exactly what he had planned for the onions because he told me because I had him on speaker phone and I got trapped in my shirt and he said a lot of words before I could hang up. They’re burned into my brain forever and cha’girl is happy to share that burden.”

“No! Lulu, don’t! I’ll cast silence.”

“I’ll counterspell it. Now start thinking of people.”

“Angus?”

“I also know Angus, and he’s a literal child.”

“He’s, what, 6 now?”

“He’s eleven, Taako, you baked him a cake in the shape of the number for his birthday two weeks ago.” There’s no need for Lup to slander him like this.

“Eleven! That’s basically an adult for humans, right?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you going to stop doing special magic boy lessons with him because he’s all grown up now?” Lup goes for the jugular. He doesn’t have to stand for this cruelty, for the implication that he actually likes spending time with the baby.

“What aboutttt… erm…” Taako changes the topic seamlessly and casts his mind furiously about for a name, any name, of a person Lup wouldn’t have already called. There’s one that popped up as soon as Lup asked and he’s trying his best to see round it but it keeps sidling into his eye line. He can’t though. It’d be a disaster. “Errrrr… Brian.”

“No. Absolutely anyone else.”

“What’s wrong with Brian?”

“He’s in a cult!”

“But apart from the cult stuff he’s lovely.”

“Taako! Do you want to win or not?”

Fine. Fine! Taako does very much want to win, especially after Lydia tripped him last year.

“Kravitz.” He says it fast, like he’s ripping off a plaster. Maybe Lup won’t put two and two together.

“The guy from work?”

“No?”

“Oh, you know another Kravitz, do you?”

“Yes?”

“Is any of that supposed to have convinced me?”

“Is it working?”

“No.”

“Fuck.”

“So… different Kravitz? How do you know Kravitz-Who’s-Not-From-Work? Why do you have a way of getting in touch with him?” Lup’s going to cling to this an unnecessary amount.

“Ooooh are we talking about Kravitz?” Barry, fucking Barry, asks. Wandering his ass right into their private conversation.

“This is a private conversation, Barold.” Yells Taako through the door of his room into the hall of their too-small shared apartment.

“Would you like me to put my noise cancelling headphones on?” Barry asks, earnestly, like he’d actually fucking do it if Taako said yes.

“Absolutely not, Barry, You live in this house and you have every right to be in this hallway.” Lup snaps. She’s still mad about last time Taako forgot to tell Barry he could take the headphones off. In his defence, he made him a cake about it. A jake, in fact, with edible press studs. Barry loved it! Plus, he was listening to one of his lectures, he was fine, happy as a clam!

“Fine.” Taako threw up his hands, no one could see him, but it felt important to do it anyway, you know, for the drama. He couldn’t argue with this, he didn’t have a choice, he may as well give in and call Kravitz, they’ve both worked together to twist his arm. “You’re making me do this though. It’s not because I want to. I’ve been compelled.”

“What?” Says Barry, perplexed. “I thought we were just talking about your crush.”

“His what?” Says Lup.

Taako springs forward and manages to flick the lock across the second before Lup tries the handle.

“You’re in love with death?” She tries the handle a few more times, as if it’ll jiggle the lock free.

“A man isn’t his job, Lup.” Taako shouts back. Denying everything.

“That wasn’t a no!”

“I have to ring him, because you’re making me. Or do you not want to win Bounce Off 2: Bounce in the City?”

There’s grumbling from the other side of the door followed by a muttered “c’mon Barold,” fakeout. Taako’s wise to it though, so he isn’t shocked by her ‘one last try’ of the door handle, or the second attempt that follows after she does fake footsteps away from the door.

“Fine! He’d better be down though and good.”

“He’s tall.” Says Barry, conversationally. He’d better not plan on telling Lup anything else.

“Good. We can use height.Is he strong?” Lup asks.

Kravitz is strong, Taako knows that for normal reasons, reasons like he can carry a lot of pastries when he orders them; and that time he helped Taako move the big table when someone spilled and he had to clean under it. Not reasons like all the time he spends staring at Kravitz’s forearms, and his thighs, and his everything else. Because he doesn’t do that. Taako would never.

“Fine. Don’t answer me.” Lup actually leaves this time, Taako pretends he can’t hear Barry telling her about Kravitz and his newfound love of coffee and baked goods.

Taako [10:23] Yo stud got a minute to chat?

It was only polite to text first, he doesn’t want to jumpscare Kravitz with a phone call, he isn’t a sadist. The three dots flashed up immediately. Thank fuck he’s awake at the crack of dawn.

Bones [10:24] Dear Taako, Of course, I’ve always got time for you. All best, Kravitz.

Taako has been trying hard not to find his ridiculous dork texts endearing. He’s failing. Badly. He ignores the squooshy feeling it gives him and hits the call button instead.

“Hello Taako, it’s lovely to hear from you!” Says Kravitz like he actually means it.

“Hey Krav, quiiiiiick q for ya. What’re you doing this morning?”

“I’m just practising.” Of course he is. Why wouldn’t Kravitz be sat straddling his giant instrument right now? Taako’s mature though, he won’t make a joke about it.

“Can’t keep your hands off your instrument, shameful!” Fuck.

“Well, someone has to keep it in tune.”

Gods, he wasn’t supposed to play along. Why did he keep flirting back? Was this whole thing actually plausible?

“Wanna spend some time with Taako instead?”

“I’d be very interested in that.” Kravitz says, buttery and glorious.

“How do you feel about inflatables?”

There’s a long pause.

“It’s not a sex thing.” Taako says, to make it less weird.

“I’m not sure that makes what you said less weird, Taako.”

“You know, like bouncy castles.”

“Okay.” Kravitz doesn’t sound particularly convinced.

“And my sister will be there.”

There’s another pause. “...And Barry?”

“Obviously.”

“Uh huh.”

Fuck, Taako’s losing him, and it’s suddenly incredibly important that Kravitz not only agree to this, but is also enthusiastic about it. “It’s a competition.” Says Taako.

“Oh?” Of course that piqued his interest, Kravitz loves competition. He tries to help harder than any other customer, tip better than anyone else, and he races people in the street.

“We lost last year, but we’ve been in training.”

“You’ve been in bouncy castle training?”

“Obstacle course training… and also trampolines.”

“Is that what the weird squeaking is when we’re on the phone sometimes?”

“What?”

“You know, the calls where you’re all breathy and there’s the squeaking noise.”

Taako didn’t realise Kravitz had picked up on that. “You didn’t think…?”

“Well now I know it’s not a sex thing.”

“You thought it was a sex thing and you stayed on the phone?”

“I don’t judge.”

“You didn’t wanna ask Taako what he was up to?”

“I know you’re a private person.”

“Not if you think Taako’s doing sex things on the phone without your consent. In fact, that’s the least private a person can be.”

“You make a compelling point.”

Taako doesn’t even begin to know what to do with that. “So… bouncing?”

“Where is it?”

“We can pick you up.”

“All three of you?”

“Barry said he’s sorry and he’ll stop asking about the ‘secret sauce.’”

“I just really don’t think it’s a respectful way to talk about embalming fluid.”

Taako thinks it’s a great way to refer to embalming fluid, but he also wants Kravitz to be happy. “He double pinky promised.”

“Oh, well if he double pinky promised.”

“Great! Pick you up in 20, wear something snazzy.”

Taako hangs up the phone before Kravitz can object or ask anything else. He has limited time and an outfit to re-plan.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

i know the end

a/n: i wrote this months ago while i had covid and then forgot about it and rediscovered recently. if it sucks blame covid brain. also, this piece is told backwards which was an interesting style to write in! anyways, no one will probably read this, but whatever

like father, like father daughter

summary: Rebel's breaking point.

warnings: angst, breakdowns, series of events is told backwards, swearing probably, unedited

word count: 1.6k

“No, I’m not afraid to disappear/the billboard said ‘the end is near’”

You thank the flight attendant as you show her your ticket, before picking up your duffel bag to walk down the boarding bridge. Forcing a smile at the other flight attendant waiting aboard, your eyes scan the small plane, searching for your seat. The plane fills with noise behind you as you get your bag shoved in one of the carry-on cubbies before sliding down into your seat. 

The holiday cheer can be felt all around you even as you’re quick to slip in your headphones. The cheer could be felt in every corner in the hustle and bustle of every packed airport you’d stepped foot in since your travel began three days ago in Illinois, to Penscaola, to Paris. Soon you’d feel that cheer in just four short hours when your plane landed in Germany. 

You’re sure you’ll feel it when you get to your new base tonight, the excitement of friends and family traveling the world to see their loved ones at the holidays. 

The ache in your chest had gotten worse the farther you had gotten from yours just 12 hours ago now, time zones abiding. 

You look out the window, the rainy weather smearing the glowing lights of the city. 

You think about what it would be like to be flying home to San Diego right now, taking a flight from Paris to Florida to San Diego. 

You think of what it would be like to go to the beach at night like you used to when this ache in your chest appeared, go for a night swim, feel the cold salt water against your skin, the burn in your eyes. You smile to yourself, as the Captain makes his announcements as you close your eyes, preparing for takeoff. 

The memories of Christmases long since passed, when you had your best friend and flyboy uncles and your Dad and a mother figure. When Christmas was full of warmth and light, bringing everyone together for maybe one time the whole year. 

You think of what it would be like to sleep in your own room, the warm covers comfortable against your body. Not like the itchy standard-issue blanket you’ll be sleeping under tonight at your new base. No, the good material, with soft sheets and the comfort and knowledge of being in your own home. Of being in a place that belonged to you. 

Maybe in this fantasy, your Dad was there. 

Or maybe not.

Maybe you could go for all the late night swims and sleep as late as you wanted under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree in your room without the presence of the flyboys or your Dad or your Uncle Ice. 

No one to be mad at you for what you gave up to have a normal holiday, to sleep in a warm bed, to sleep under stars and skies that felt like home. No one to chide you for staying out all night, wind whipping in your wet hair as you drive through downtown with the windows down and come home at three in the morning. No one to tease you for sleeping till noon and ask how the Navy-ingrained habits disappeared so quickly. 

Your skin itched for that peace, for that belonging, that quiet and comfort. The quiet you existed in now was the loudest quiet you had ever heard, screaming as it begged you for something more. 

-

The Pensacola night air is warm and humid  as you step out of Slider's truck, your uncle grabbing your duffel from the back as you walk up the door. 

Ice is already waiting for you, having rearranged everything to fly over to Pensacola to meet you in your overnight layover. 

He gives you a soft smile even as you lack the energy to give him one in return, pulling you into a tight, firm hug. 

“I’m so sorry kiddo. I’m so sorry, I did everything I could.” He whispers into your hair. You shake your head, pulling away from him. 

“I just want to eat.” 

He sighs as you push the creaky screen door of Slider’s home open, walking through the living room where Friends is flickering in the background, the volume low as you settle in the kitchen. 

You didn’t even have a full night in Pensacola, your flight for Paris leaving at seven in the morning. You’d have time for a quick meal and a few hours of sleep if you were lucky, before Slider would be back delivering you to the airport. 

Slider sets a plate in front of you, a steaming dish of your favorite casserole from when you were little. It was Carole’s recipe, something she always made for you when your Dad left town. 

“Thanks.” 

It’s quiet for a while as you slowly eat, attempting to force yourself to enjoy what would be your last home cooked meal for who knows how long. You feel unable to fight off the quiet numb crawling up your spine, the meal just tasting cold and bland.

“So you must be glad to at least get out of the corn fields, huh?” 

You don’t say anything in response to Slider’s joke, chewing softly on your food. 

“Well, you know- I did hear something about you having a thing with one of those pilots from your squadron.” You force yourself to swallow around an ill-timed bite as Slider starts again. “The two of you going to write to each other while you’re away?”

You set your fork down, standing up from the table. “I’m full. Thanks for dinner, Sli.” 

“Kid-” Ice says, but you’re already slipping up the steps leading to the guest room. 

-

Comet’s fingers are running through your hair as you stare up at the ceiling. Out of your periphery, you can see the glint of his dog tags in the moonlight. 

“Do you ever think you’re disappointing your parents?” 

The words are quiet and soft as his fingers keep moving even as he hums, acknowledging your question. 

The weight of your new orders sit heavy, and so had the boarding pass in the envelope you’d gotten this evening. 

His fingers feel heavy in your hair, the weight of your words crushing you. 

“I don’t know how I could.” 

And for Comet, whose real name was James, that was probably true. Growing up as the oldest of six in a low-class family in a small, rural Mississippi town, joining the Navy and becoming a decorated pilot was probably more than his parents had ever dreamed possible for him. 

“They wouldn’t be disappointed if you decided to leave this all behind?” 

James, who had a mother and father who loved him. 

James, who had three sisters and two little brothers who all looked up to him, marveled at him no matter what he did. 

James, who was happy and content, and was everything your family would want for you if you could force yourself to be content with it. 

James, who had no idea of your past, of your reputation. Of who you had once been. 

James, who had no idea it hurt every time the two of you had sex in ways you could never bring yourself to say aloud to him. 

James, who had never once forced you to label what the two of you were, even after the two of you had said those three words. 

James, who had been talking and was now looking at you in concern as he shifted himself up, pushing some of your hair away from your face. 

“-where did you go?” 

“We need to end this.”

Comet freezes, before anger flashes across his face, pushing himself off of what would no longer be your base bed come sunrise as he grabs his shirt from the floor. 

“How fucking dare you.” He spits, tugging the baby blue material over his head. “I mean- really, after all this, after this whole time you led me to believe this might actually mean something to you.”

“Comet-” 

“I’m not a fucking moron, you know.” He says, grabbing his pants off the floor, belt clanging as he does. “I know what they say about you. I know you live your life in fucking la la land, that you’ve been shutting me off since the first time we ever slept together-” 

“That’s because that’s all this was.” You insist, pushing yourself up to be propped up on one arm.

“I said I love you-”

“And you meant it?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

Comet’s nostrils flare. “You’re a fucking bitch.” 

You slump back down on the bed as Comet storms out, slamming the door behind him. You wince, wondering if someone on base is going to see him leaving, hear the brief exchange that had just occurred, but at this point-

It doesn’t really matter. 

What more could they do to punish you?

-

The cool December air of Illinois stings, the wind raging as you clutch your phone, pressing it to your ear. 

“Kid- do?” 

The call cuts in the middle of the word, delaying the sound of your Dad’s voice. 

In hindsight, it should've been a clear indicator that he’ll never hear what you have to say next. 

“Dad.” You cry. “Dad, I got new orders- they’re sending me to fucking Germany. Six days before Christmas.” 

You can hear your Dad try to say something, but it’s garbled and distant, nothing but static sounds. 

The tears stinging your eyes suddenly become unbearable as you all but collapse on a nearby bench. 

“I lied, Dad. I don’t- I don’t want to keep doing this. I’m not happy anymore. I haven’t been happy in so long. I feel fucking miserable, Dad. I want out. I want to run away and never come back. I’m so sorry, I know that I must be the biggest disappointment-” You hiccup, eyes stinging. “Please. I don’t want to do this.” 

The phone beeps as the call drops. 

Your stomach sinks, horror coursing through you, as the black screen stares back up at you.

[corevoid]

AAYYY some refs for my turts!! Still tryna work out a name for this au lmao. Rewrote the text under the cut, apologies for my atrocious handwriting ahddhhdjf

Really vague story synopsis: “villain” donnie au where he doesn’t become evil exactly but instead snaps and goes on a violent revenge quest to avenge the death of someone close to him. He believes he has to be the one to kill the one who did it, and leaves his family and becomes a sort of antagonist to them as well while they try to help him and bring him back so they can tackle this together.

I don’t know if I’m gonna make it a fic or if it’s just gonna live in my head lmao (motivation to write is sucks) but I’m definitely gonna be doing a good chunk of art for it :D

(ALSO IMPORTANT: their origin is very rise esque in that they were mutated with the intention of them being weapons. They have some genetic enhancements (pain tolerance and strength, most notably) and have some added dna from wolves and cats.)

(Also also forgot Mikey and Donnie’s flags they’re genderfluid and demiboy respectively)

Hamato Leonardo, 17 y/o, he/him, 5’9”

-Headphones are Bluetooth

-yellow pupil, tends to unnerve people

-most doglike of the 4, lets him pull some terrifying expressions

-in regards to knee brace, pain from an old break

-pure white nictitating membrane

-inferiority complex + anxiety

-most wolf dna of the 4, shows in snout and teeth. Behaviourally very doglike. Incredible sense of smell and hearing.

-quiet but not shy. Scarily observant.

-adorably polite, massive people pleaser

-the most hungry for his dads approval, has gotten him and his siblings in trouble trying to get it

-music enthusiast. Has a YouTube channel dedicated to making electronic remixes of literally everything under the sun (huge nerd)

Hamato Raphael, 17 y/o, he/she, 5’7”

-Alligator snapping turtle, second youngest

-plastron chip is as healed as it will get. Is what remains of a near complete left shoulder to right hip crack.

-chews his mask tails when he’s nervous

-red pupil, black band horizontally through iris

-files her spines down, back is flat and smooth

-strap on back for carrying a skateboard like Mikey has

-light bluish iridescence to his nictitating membrane

-kept the most turtle features through mutation out of the 4. Iris band, mostly intact beak, can’t process a lot of foods, higher skin/scales ratio, etc…

-hot headed + short fuse, but also good hearted and gentle

-self proclaimed protector of the family. Made it his duty to be the only killer after seeing how Leo’s first (and only) kill affected him.

-it affects Raph too, but she pretends it doesn’t (get this child therapy!) Only ever talks to Casey about this.

-incredible cook, but only cooks for family. Own diet is just a normal turtles and entirely raw. (Still sometimes eats stuff he shouldn’t as a treat)

-loves animals, mad she isn’t allowed a cat

Hamato Donatello, 17 y/o, he/they, 6’2”

-Spiny softshell, youngest but tallest sibling

-one end of staff is a flamethrower :)

-top compartment of battleshell also acts as storage!

-self conscious about their height

-flexible and very flat shell, spines are soft

-removed several spikes so his battleshell would fit more comfortably —> no longer allowed in his lab unsupervised

-yellow iridescence to their nictitating membrane

-shell doesn’t come up past their shoulders when he stands straight

-very quiet and rather shy, confident in his intelligence but not much else

-doesn’t speak often, and when they do it tends to be very succinct. It’s a special treat whenever they actively participate in a conversation

-Mikey is very special to him. Rarely ever see one without the other. Mikey frequently acts as Donnie’s voice, always knows exactly what he’s feeling and thinking (like twin telepathy pretty much)

-enitrely carnivorous, and a good hunter

-struggles to keep their animal nature separate from their human nature. Prone to slipping into a feral state, especially under stress, and is always feral during fights

-VERY self conscious and embarrassed by this, tries very hard to stay in a human mindset

-robotics hobbyist. Participates in robot fighting and currently holds champ title. Attends remotely via a metalhead-esque robotic body. His persona/stagename is Dondroid :)

Hamato Michelangelo, 17 y/o, any pronouns, 5’ even

-Ornate box turtle, second oldest but still the shortest

-doesn’t wear elbow pads 🤨

-very tall and round shell

-pink iridescence to her nictitating membrane

-heterochromia!

-excitable and energetic, but like in an easygoing sort of way

-VERY emotionally intelligent,can understand someone’s emotional state via vibes alone

-closest with Donnie, they understand eachother on an insanely deep level. Frequently acts as Donnie’s voice and is his primary support

-they’re the most human of the 4. He’s incapable of making the more animal sounds his siblings can and has to just approximate them with the voice box he has.

-she’s also the only warm blooded turtle. Makes them a prime hug target.

-An artist! Loves any 2d medium. Has an ongoing comic (6 books and counting) about a self insert superhero lol (her sidekick is based off Donnie, too)

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Wonderful World - Part 5^

Hello friends! Here's part 5! This one's a little angsty, but I don't think it's anything to depressing.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: use of weed (sorry guys I'm from LA and forgot that this is not legal everywhere and that I should've included a warning for it LOL), talk about loss & unsupportive family

WC: 12.2k

Diana knew that the following morning Celeste wouldn’t be up for school so she did the kind thing and left a message to inform them she would be absent and also let Grace know she wouldn’t have to pick her up. Wednesday’s were one of Diana’s busiest teaching days. Her first class was at 10am and ended at noon, then she had a 1 to 3pm, office hours, and then her evening class. She felt like she needed to patch things up with Celeste though. So as she got ready for the day Diana decided that she would cancel her 10am class and got to emailing all of her students to inform them of the cancellation and allowed for an extension on the paper they needed to write until their class period was over. So once she handled that in her class�� platform she headed over to Celeste’s room and knocked on the door, it was about 7am, so she knew that she at least had to be up.

“What?” She heard through the door.

“Can I come in?” Diana asked.

“No.” She heard and Diana nodded.

“OK. I figured you might not be up for school today, I called and let them know you’re gonna be out.” She informed and got no response, she then sighed, “Sweetie, I’m really sorry about last night. I said a lot of things I didn’t mean. I was frustrated and was very reactive and I shouldn’t have taken it that far. You can’t shout at me so you’re still kind of grounded, just the having friends over thing though.” She said and still no response, “And i-if you want I can go find out who can fix your guitar today.” She added in.

“Sure, mom.” She heard after a long beat of silence.

“OK. Well, I canceled my morning class, so I don’t have to be there until my 1pm class, should we go get breakfast and get our nails done or something? I can drop you back off after or if you want to hang out on campus-”

“Yeah, fine.”

“To breakfast, nails, or both?” Diana asked with a hopeful smile.

“Both.” She groaned and Diana smiled.

“OK, well I’ll start getting ready.” Diana assured.

About twenty minutes later Celeste was in some ath-leisure wear and waiting for Diana by the door. Diana offered her a smile before they hopped into the car and after a few moments they took off and Diana turned down the volume dial for a bit and spoke up.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re mad at me about something, but I can’t read your mind. I need you to tell me so I know what I need to do or not do.” Diana reminded, “I didn’t mean to make everything worse at your school, but I had to tell someone. And well even Dr. Styles agreed with that, so shouldn’t you also be upset at him?” She asked and then frowned, “Unless you’re mad at me for something else entirely…if that’s it then I’m at a loss, Celeste. I have no idea what I’ve done wrong and it’s making me feel really awful.” Diana confessed and still no response from Celeste and as she stopped at a traffic light she turned to her and reached for her hand, “Celeste, can you just talk to me please?” Diana asked and Celeste removed her hand from Diana’s grip and up to her ear where she pulled out her AirPod.

“What is it? Were you talking to me?” Celeste asked cluelessly and Diana felt her eyes welling up with tears but she just plastered on a smile and shook her head.

“No, it’s fine. Never mind.” She assured and turned back to the road. Celeste had definitely been listening, her music was on at the lowest level and as she snuck a glance at Diana once more she saw her blinking away tears and it made her feel bad, but for the first time in a while it was about time that someone other than her felt bad.

Celeste barely spoke while they had breakfast and she put her headphones back on when they started on her pedicure and up until Diana was rolling the car to a slow stop in front of their house as Celeste unbuckled her seat belt.

“Hey, wait.” Diana grabbed her arm before she went off.

“What?” Celeste asked as she turned to her mom.

“Sweetie, can you please just…think about telling me why you’re upset. It can’t be nothing if you’re icing me out like this.” Diana said and Celeste rolled her eyes.

“Like you care.” She mumbled before getting out and closing the car door leaving Diana completely upset and so she just took off for work.

The afternoon dragged on for ages and by the time she had started lecturing for her evening class she wished she had, had the mind to cancel that as well. Everyone was particularly rowdy and it appeared that none of them had even done the assigned readings for their discussion and she just wanted to scream out of frustration. When class finally ended she rushed out of the building and beelined it towards the parking structure, she just wanted to get home. She had hoped to have some dinner with Celeste, but she got a notification before class that Celeste had ordered in from somewhere. She knew that teenagers could be assholes, but she had no idea what this situation with Celeste required of her. Maybe she was just a bad mom? She thought to herself as she pressed the floor her car was on and just as the doors started to close some’s arm shot out to hold the doors, startling her a bit. When she glanced up from staring at her shoes she was met with Harry.

“Oh hi.” He greeted her as he stepped in.

“Hi.” She smiled at him despite her mood, “What floor?”

“Oh,” he said and looked to the panel of buttons, “Same as you I guess.” He confirmed and she nodded as the heavy doors closed with a thump before they started ascending in silence, “How’d that thing with Celeste go in the end?” He brought up and she glanced over to him.

“She’s still angry with me, won’t even talk to me.” She said and Harry frowned.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She exhaled sharply and blinked a few times to avoid crying. Soon the doors slid open and they both headed out. He didn’t say anything else as he walked adjacent to her that was until she unlocked her car.

“Mine’s right beside yours.” He said and she nodded as she started rounding into the driver’s side, “Hey, Diana-”

“What?” She asked through a tired sigh, turning to him and giving him her full attention.

“I just want to make sure you’re OK.” He pressed and she shook her head.

“I’m not. I don’t know what I did wrong, Harry! I have apologized, I have tried to spend time with her today, and I have been patient and I just feel like I’m somehow the worst parent on the fucking planet! And Celeste is milking it, I’ll tell you. I love her, but she can be a spiteful little shit.” She said in exasperation and Harry chuckled and Diana started to smile a bit, “Please don’t report me for that.” She said and he shook his head.

“Believe me, I’ve heard worse.” He assured and she sighed.

“I’m just at a loss. We have never been like this before and I don’t know what to even say to her. She’s just upset with me for something…yesterday she blamed it on me talking to her principal and making the bullying worse, but that’s not it. You told her she needed to tell and she’s not mad at you for it!”

“Maybe she will be next week.” He mused.

“God, I hope so.” She sighed and he scoffed, “I can’t be the sole target of her rage, Harry. It’s really bumming me out.” Diana explained and Harry reached out to her shoulders and just held them.

“Just, breathe.” He smiled, “You’ve been hyperventilating this whole fucking time.” He chuckled and she groaned before taking one deep breath and letting it out slowly, “There you go. Much better, yeah?” He asked and she smiled.

“No.” She responded stubbornly and he smiled until he heard her sniffle and when she looked back into his eyes there were tears running down her cheeks.

Harry couldn’t stop himself as he put his tote on the hood of his car and then wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight as she cried. She didn’t say anything else, she just let it out through her tears. She knew that Harry probably had solutions or suggestions for her, but he understood his boundaries well, he wasn’t her therapist. And right now she just needed someone to be there for her. She cried for about ten minutes before she reared back to be able to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” She sniffled, “I’m not usually a cry-baby—”

“Hey,” he interrupted her with a frown on his face, “don’t apologize for crying it out.” He said softly as he looked into her eyes and then smiled a bit, “Your glasses are fogging a little.” He informed her.

“Yeah, I can see that.” She said as he let her go so that she could take them off. He watched as she carefully cleaned them off before she put them back on and then took a deep breath which she let out swiftly as she relaxed her shoulders, “OK, it’s fine. I’m fine.” She said with more confidence and Harry smiled.

“Liar.” He called her out.

“Don’t shatter my illusion, Harry. I just need to get it together before I have to face my daughter. Who hates me, by the way…” she added in, “I can’t let her see how much it’s gotten to me. I’m literally crying because she refuses to talk to me! I can’t show up like this.”

“I think if anything, you should show up like that. Be vulnerable, trust her with your feelings. It’ll show her that you care enough that you’re upset over it and that she can also trust you with her feelings.” He explained and Diana sighed.

“I almost already cried in the car with her in the morning. I gave this whole apology speech and then she pulled out her headphones.” Diana explained and Harry winced.

“Ooh, ouch.”

“Yeah…” Diana reiterated with a small smile of defeat on her face, “I was hoping to briber her into a talk with her favorite food, but I saw that she had ordered in a bit ago.” She explained. “Figures, it’s a bit late.”

“Late? It’s only 9 o’clock.”

“On a Wednesday.” She added and he shrugged.

“Whatever, it’s a weekday. But I think you could really use a win today.” He said.

“Well yes, I agree wholeheartedly.” She said and he smiled.

“OK, so I do have a suggestion, but you better not judge me.” He said and she smiled.

“Never.”

“I don’t believe you now, but thanks for trying,” he said and she giggled, “Well, before coming to class tonight I made my monthly stop to the dispensary and I have a brand new container of edibles-”

“You’re fucking insane!” She whisper-shouted with a huge smile and he shook his head.

“I’m not! it’s perfectly normal.” He said and she giggled.

“Are you on drugs now?” She asked with a playful grin.

“No! I’m a professional.” He scoffed and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Mmmm, I don’t know anymore. Let me see your eyes.” She joked and he leaned in closer to her.

“Go on then. Check.” He insisted widening his eyes and she giggled.

“You’re literally crazy.” She repeated.

“I’m not. I’m just so in my head about everything all the time and sometimes when it gets too intense in there that helps. Like…I’m not preparing for the worst, I’m not overthinking about the future, I’m just existing in the moment and feeling the effects and it’s a nice break.” He shrugged and she bit her lip pensively, “I can just give you one and just take it, you should start to feel it by the time you’re home.” He explained and she bit her lip.

“You make that all sound really nice, but ummm, I have a confession.” She said and he urged her to go on with a nod, “I’ve smoked weed twice and I coughed for like twenty minutes both times, I don’t think I got anything more than a headache out of those experiences…” she confessed with a slightly nervous smile.

“Twice?! Wow. I never would have pegged you for a wild child.” He joked with a smirk and she laughed.

“I know.” She said with a giggle, “I tried once in high school and then another time in college. And don’t worry, Celeste was a toddler by then, so I didn’t poison her via my breast milk.” She assured and he laughed. 

“OK, I’m glad you addressed that. That was gonna be my follow-up question.” He joked and she rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Well, after those two awful, near-death experiences I just gave up on it.” She explained.

“Well, that’s why god, in all her wisdom and knowledge, gave someone the recipe for edibles.” He smiled.

“Such a smart-ass.” Diana mumbled.

“I know…” he chuckled, “But I mean, I like it better too because smoking anything cannot be good for you.” He said and she nodded along in agreement.

“True. I mean I want to, I’m just scared to do it alone my first time or well, third time.” She explained.

“Maybe we can hang out somewhere?” He suggested and then his eyes widened a bit, “Only I-if you want, you know? I know we just spoke about this and how we-”

“You know, maybe if we really got to know each other it would help extinguish the curiosity.” Diana suggested and he hummed.

“I mean…that’s not…a bad idea.” He agreed after giving it a thought for a moment. It was very likely that Harry felt attracted to her not just because she was beautiful, but because she was so mysterious to him. This was a dangerous game though, it could make them more curious and attracted or make them completely dislike each other - either way, they both got some clarity and that’s exactly what they needed, “Inversely it could also…you know?” He suggested timidly, “What happens then?” He asked and she shrugged.

“I would say that we leave it alone and not entertain it. Just try and get over it.” Diana said simply with a shrug.

“Really? Just like that?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, Celeste really clicks with you and I don’t want to take that away from her. Your commitment is to her wellbeing before anything-”

“Yeah, I agree.” He cut in.

“Great, we agree. So there’s no problem then.” She said and he shook his head.

“I guess not.” He smiled and she did as well. They just stood there looking at each other for a moment and Harry decided to break the silence, “So, do you wanna get high with me?” he asked with a grin.

“I do want to… Celeste is home alone though. I don’t know if you’re fine if we go to my place?” She asked nervously.

“Only if it’s alright with you. Also, we don’t have to do this tonight, it can be whenever or never even.” He assured and she smiled.

“No, I definitely want to try and it’d be nice to not be freaking out about stuff for a bit.” She explained and he nodded.

“Yeah. Well I can follow you.” He said and she nodded, “OK, well you should take it now, you’ll feel it in twenty minutes or so.”

“That fast?”

“Your stomach has growled a bunch of times, I take it you skipped lunch?”

“Ummm…how-”

“You mentioned that sometimes you forget to eat when you’re really busy. You said that the first time we ran into each other at the cafe.” He smiled.

“Oh, right. I did.” She smiled and nodded in confirmation.

“I remember because I am still shocked by that.” He smiled and she rolled her eyes. 

“OK, give me a sec.” He said as he unlocked his car and grabbed his bag before opening up the passenger side and putting it on the seat. “Do you have food at home?”

“Not made. Was gonna pick something up.” She explained as he then opened the center console storage and pulled out a small, black plastic bag and reached inside to pull out a small plastic jar, presumably with the candies inside.

“Well maybe we should go to a drive-thru before we get to yours.”  He grinned and she nodded.

“Yeah, OK.” She agreed as he came back out.

“OK I have pineapple and strawberry lemonade.” He said reading over the labels, “They had this other brand that had peach rings but those were $35! But I must admit I was tempted to try.” He shared as she looked over the jars.

“Which one do you like best?” She asked as she looked up to him.

“I’m partial to the pineapple ones. The strawberry lemonade ones are a new flavor for me, but since it’s the same brand as these I just assume they’ll also be good.” He explained and she nodded.

“OK, well I’ll try that one then, the lemonade one.” She said and he nodded and opened up the little jar and handed her one of them. It was a small, little gummy, it looked very harmless. Suddenly her stomach growled loudly again and they both laughed quietly.

“Maybe take it when you get to the drive-thru.” Harry grinned and she nodded. 

After that he followed her to the nearest fast-food spot which just happened to be a Jack-in-the-Box and she ordered herself a large order of the curly fries and she ate her gummy as she waited for him to get his own order before she guided them to her house. As they drove through the streets Harry couldn’t help but noticed how close they lived to each other, he was literally about 5 minutes away, basically a neighborhood away since he would need to cross the next main street to get into his own neighborhood. When she signaled to get up into her driveway Harry followed her in as she stuck her hand out and waved for him to follow her in. He did and after he parked beside her the gate started to close behind her slowly. Her home was two floors and very nice. The architecture was that Spanish-modern style, similar to his. Well, most of the homes in this area had been remodeled to that same look. He grabbed the milk-shake he ordered and got down from his car and shut the door quietly before he walked up to Diana.

“Do you need help with anything?”

“No, it’s alright.” She assured as she stretched her arm to grab her tote from the passenger side. He took the liberty to snatch away her bag from the restaurant to allow her to fully lean in and grab her bag. After another effort she was retreating from the car with it and she slung it onto her shoulder. “Thank you.” She smiled and he nodded. They quietly made their way into the fully dark house and she keyed her way in quietly before switching on her flashlight once inside. “I’m just gonna let Celeste know I made it home.” She explained and he nodded, “You can follow me up, we’re gonna go to my balcony if that’s alright?” She asked and he nodded, “Great, is there anything we should grab?” 

“Water, for sure.” He said.

“OK, c’mon.” She said guiding him through the space and into the kitchen. It wasn’t too large, but as she flicked the lights on he took in the beautiful color and design of it.

“This is very nice.” He complimented quietly and she smiled.

“Thank you. You just got a milk-shake?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m not hungry but I tend to crave sweets when I’m high and I guess this mint-chocolate chip one is new and I just had to indulge.” Harry explained with a smile. They were both acting as normal as possible about him being in her home. So he proceeded to look around as she served them both big glasses of water before guiding him up the stairs quietly.

“Mine is that door over there.” She said softly as she pointed to the door behind them and he nodded as he glanced back to it and followed her around the stairwell to get into the bedroom. He opened the door for her as she was holding their glasses of water and immediately he was hit with a deliciously warm and sweet scent that made him feel like he was being wrapped up in a warm and cozy hug. It almost made him melt internally as he watched as she put the glasses in her hands down and she switched on the little lamp on her bedside table. He smiled when he saw her room, it was beautiful and colorful. He thought it was so cool as he quickly glanced around while she was distracted with putting her bag down on the bench before her bed, “The bathroom is right in there,” She pointed to her left when she turned towards him and he nodded, “and we’ll be out here.” She said as she turned around and guided him through the dimly lit room and as she slid her curtains aside a glass sliding door was exposed and she unlocked it and stepped out and he followed. She switched on another string of lights that gave the balcony a very nice and warm glow, “You can get on the palette couch or sit on the little pouf, wherever you want.” She smiled and he nodded. She went inside to grab their waters as he just looked around and over the balcony into the backyard. This was really nice.

“I like this a lot.” He complimented when she came back out.

“Oh, thank you so much.” She smiled as she looked around, “Grace was all into the DIY furnitures over COVID and she made that. Obviously with a bit of help-”

“From you?”

“Yeah.” She smiled and he nodded.

“That’s cool.”

“Thank you. Ummm, settle in, I’m gonna check on Celeste real quick, let he know I’m home.”

“Yeah, take your time.” He assured as he sat and she went off.

Diana knocked first, as she always did and after no response she slowly opened the door and peeked in to see Celeste dead asleep. She stepped inside and placed a kiss on her forehead, which made her stir a bit and she stepped back and quietly left the dark room and shut her door softly before heading back to her own bedroom. She headed to her dresser and grabbed a university crewneck and slipped out of her blouse to get the sweater on instead and then she headed back out where Harry was just sitting on one side of the little couch with a book in his hands and she smiled, she had been reading that and misplaced it.

“Oh, there it is.” Diana said and he glanced up with a smile.

“Yeah, I happened to sit on it.” He chuckled.

“Sorry.” She giggled as he shut it and extended it out to her as she flipped through the pages.

“Is it any good?”

“Not really.” She said, “A colleague mentioned it in a committee I was sitting on, highly recommended it. Just not my genre.” She explained as she set it down on the pouf beside her on the ground, “May I?” She asked pointing to the spot beside his.

“Of course.” He said immediately and straightened out so that she was able to get on beside him and soon she settled against the array of pillows lining the DIY couch, “Are you feeling anything yet?” He asked and she shook her head and then blinked a few times.

“Oh, never mind.” She said with a giggle and he laughed softly, “It was so subtle I didn’t realize.” She explained.

“Yeah it’ll be more apparent in a bit.” He said and she nodded.

“Are you feeling it?”

“Not yet. It’ll probably take a little longer for me.” He said and she hummed in understanding.

“Are you cold or anything?” She asked and he shook his head, “OK.” She said as she sank further against the pillows and let out a slow exhale as she let her eyes close.

“You alright there?” Harry asked with a grin and she nodded.

“My eyes are feeling a little heavy.” She giggled and he laughed.

“Open up, let me see.” He urged softly and when she opened her eyes he was just inches from her face and it made her chest tighten up, even more so when he smiled at her. The whites of her eyes were tinged pink and her pupils blown up a bit wider than normal. “Well, you’re definitely high. Congrats!” He chuckled.

“Thank you.” She sniggered, “This is…delightful. I see why people do this now.” She said and he smiled.

“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He hummed as he settled back against the pillows and let out a content sigh. 

Diana was truly enjoying this hazy feeling. Her brain would go all fuzzy when she tried to think too hard, which was nice because it was a break from her overthinking about this entire day. It felt like her soul was being hugged, which she definitely needed after the last two days she’d had and the feeling only started to get more and more intense the more they just sat in silence beside each other, or maybe she just imagined it was getting more intense. Harry’s own high was starting to kick in now. Any time he was under the influence of anything he got really affectionate and as his eyes wandered around and landed on Diana’s hands, so delicately resting over her tummy with her fingers interlaced, he wanted to reach out for them so badly. He felt his heart start to beat a bit faster when her eyes blinked open and landed on his. There was this knot in his throat that he couldn’t get rid of as they just looked at each other. With all inhibitions thrown to the wind in their condition there was no hiding the way in which they were looking at each other. There was curiosity and longing and desire.

Diana felt like her entire body was tingling, she was so sensitive, even the light breeze making a strand of hair tickle her cheek seemed like a lot. She felt like she and Harry were magnetic, her skin was begging her to get closer to him. She was holding back with every bit of restraint she had. She could see it in his eyes that he was struggling too and she needed to lighten the mood before she lost control of herself. When she smiled he mirrored her smile and she turned on her side to face him, like he was facing her, and she got a bit more comfortable before speaking.

“Let’s play a game.”

“OK, what’s the game.”

“We have to try and think of the same thing.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah, OK.”

“OK, first category…colors.” She said and they were quiet for a moment, “Got yours?”

“Yeah.”

“OK, let’s say it at the same time.” She said and he nodded, “3, 2, 1. Yellow.”

“Yellow.” They said at the same time and laughed, “We’re good at this.” He grinned.

“It was a coincidence. We got lucky.” She said and he shrugged.

“Maybe so. Let’s do something harder then.” He suggested and she nodded in acceptance of his challenge, “Mmm…office supplies.” He smiled and she giggled, “Ready?” He asked after a few seconds and she nodded, “3, 2, 1, stapler.”

“Stapler!” They exclaimed together and then laughed, “OK, maybe we are good at this.” She accepted and he grinned.

“Told you.” He added in and she shook her head as she looked down between them as she bit on her plump bottom lip to stop her smile from widening even more. It made him absolutely crazy and he licked over his lips as he fought the urge to just lean in and kiss her. They were already being a bit reckless, but that didn’t mean he could just throw all caution to the wind. When her eyes flickered back up to his she was smiling again. “What’re you smiling at?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know.” She giggled and he did as well, “What’s your astrological sign?” She asked and he lit up a bit.

“Aquarius. We’ve covered this remember?” He said and she hummed.

“Did we? When was your birthday?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Yes, at the bar. And it was last month, the first.” He said and she smiled.

“Awww, happy belated birthday.” She congratulated him and he chuckled.

“Thank you. What about you?”

“I’m a libra, through and through.” She said with a nod, “My birthday’s on October 9th.” She shared.

“I’ll remember that.” He assured and she smiled.

“You don’t have to.” She said and he chuckled.

“OK, I’m so bad at birthdays.” He confessed and she laughed.

“Oh great! So am I! Grace hates it because I always text her to ask when I’m suspicious it’s someone’s birthday.” She said with a small laugh.

“If Henry were any good with that I would probably do the same thing.” Harry assured, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“I was just wondering about you and just everything about how-”

“A goodie two-shoes like me ended up as a teen mom?” She asked with a smile and he chuckled.

“Yeah, basically.” He said and she sighed.

“Well, it was the summer after high school. So Wesley and I started dating in March of our senior year, so 2008? If I’m not mistaken.” She squinted as if trying to remember, “He had gotten into UCLA and I into Columbia so we were…making the most of our time together.” She said with a small smirk and he smiled at her self-censoring. It was cute how shy she was, “One of our classmates had some going away party as they were joining the military and I’m pretty sure that’s the night it happened…in the pool house bathroom, if I’m not mistaken.” She giggled as she shared a bit too much but she didn’t care right now, “It wasn’t anything special.” She said and he nodded, “Then two days later he was in an accident, a drunk driver hit him on his way home from another friend’s party. He died on impact.” She said as her smile faded, “I left for Columbia a few weeks later and my family was about to move back to Mexico at the end of the year. So when I missed my period I didn’t think much of it, I was depressed and stressed and new to college… I didn’t find out until October that I was pregnant. I told my brother and he helped me tell my parents who were…absolutely livid.” She sighed, “I came back for winter break and my mother had made an appointment to…” she stopped and sighed shakily.

“You can skip to the good part.” Harry said quietly and she nodded.

“Yeah, OK…so anyway, I never went back after winter break. I transferred to a local school and worked while I could. My brother bought me and helped me move into this house over spring break and then in May Celeste was born. I still took my finals the next week.” She grinned and Harry chuckled.

“Were you alone?” He asked and she nodded, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I did let Wesley’s parents know that I was pregnant, but they just weren’t really ready to know about that so quickly after he had passed. I was hoping that his mom would be there when Celeste was born, but yeah, she never really recovered from losing him. They moved to Germany, their older son is stationed there with his family so they left after they had a trial for the guy that killed him.” She explained and Harry nodded in understanding.

She had been through so much yet she was still so strong and put together, it was impressive and admirable.

“I feel like every new thing I learn about you makes you that much more impressive.” He decided to voice his inner thoughts and she blushed as she looked away.

“It’s whatever…” she shrugged, “Other people deal with far more.” She talked herself down just a bit.

“Fuck that! You’re amazing. You’re resilient and brave and selfless.” He said and she shook her head, it was hard for her to hear that. 

“I did what I thought was best.” She shrugged as she looked back into his eyes.

“Well, it was no easy feat.” He said and she smiled as she nodded, that much was true, “Would you want to have more kids if you end up with anyone?” He asked and she shook her head.

“I don’t think so…or at least I haven’t really thought that far ahead. I mean, I’m in my thirty’s. By the time I meet someone I’ll be like 50…” she exaggerated and he laughed.

“How do you know? You could meet the love of your life tomorrow!” He said and she smiled.

“Who knows… what about you? Do you want kids?”

“No.” He said, “I’ve always been of the idea of adopting or fostering given the chance.” He said and she nodded with a smile.

“That’s nice.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah, there’s plenty of children in the world who need love. I also got a vasectomy when I turned 30.” He said and then laughed, “That was very TMI, sorry.” He added with a slight grimace on his face and she laughed.

“It’s alright, it’s not like it was off-topic.” She assured with a giggle and he nodded all pink in the face.

“True.” He said, “But ummm, yeah I can���t really have kids at the moment.” He said and she nodded.

“What made you do that?” She asked and he smirked as he looked away.

“I was intent on sowing my wild oats after I finished my residency.” He explained and they both laughed, “I didn’t want any accidents happening. But that didn’t even happen as much as I thought…I met Rebecca shortly after I started my residency and we did hook up and whatnot, but she was basically the only consistent partner I had and then we ended up dating so ummm, my plans to be a ho just kind of fell apart.” He chuckled and she giggled. “Rebecca was more thank OK with it because even if she was on birth control, she only wanted to get pregnant between 32 and 33. Her career is her baby for now. So I just never reversed it.” He shrugged.

“Well you’re newly single, you can have your ho-phase now.” She suggested and he chuckled.

“Now I’m too busy for that.” He said and she rolled her eyes.

“Excuses…” she mumbled as she pushed herself to sit up, “It’s definitely time for French fries.” She said and he chuckled as he watched her take them out of the bag, thankfully they were still a bit warm. She settled back into the position she was in and set the little box between them, “Help yourself.” She said as she took one and he immediately went for a couple as she chewed the ones she had just grabbed.

“You said you hadn’t dated anyone in two years when we spoke. Is that the same for ummm… you know? Hooking up?” He asked and she giggled.

“No. I did cave last summer and hooked up with this guy on vacation…was not worth it.” She huffed and he shook his head.

“God…a year?”

“More than, but yeah.” She confirmed and he shook his head.

“Are you OK?” He asked suggestively and she sniggered.

“More than.” She assured and he chuckled.

“OK, glad to hear it.” He said and then sat up to grab his own milkshake. There was a little maraschino cherry resting at the top of the melted mountain of whipped creme.

“Ooh can I have your cherry?” She asked and he pouted.

“That’s the best part.” He said feeling awfully conflicted between keeping his treat for himself or making Diana happy.

“I know.” She giggled, “It’s OK. I just suddenly had a craving for it.” She explained and went back for another fry. He decided they could share it so he grabbed it by the stem and presented it to her.

“Half and half.” He said and she smiled.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, s’alright.” He assured and let go when she grabbed the whipped creme covered fruit and pulled off the stem and then carefully bit into it, exactly down the center. 

“Thank you, here.” She said extending the other half to Harry. He really didn’t think about it as he opened up his mouth and she placed it in his mouth gently and then closed his lips around her fingers to suck the whipped creme off of the tips of her index finger and thumb. She froze for a moment and then bit her lip as these feelings of intense lust just overcame her entire brain. Then he let go and proceeded to chew the half of the cherry without even questioning his actions so she just went back to her fries and tried to ignore the memory of his warm mouth on her fingers. It made her mouth feel dry and for her heart to race in her chest as her skin tingled as goosebumps rose all over her. It had felt so nice and maybe the drug in her system made her feel far more sensitive, but she was still reeling from such a simple thing.

“Mmmm, do you want some shake?” He asked and she glanced up to him.

“I-I’m good, thanks.” She stammered, her breathing had picked up significantly.

“Are you alright?” He asked and she nodded before looking into his eyes and he didn’t seem to believe her.

“I really am. It’s just you ummm…you cleaned off my fingers while they were in your mouth and-”

“Oh, did you want to do that?” He asked and she sighed nervously.

“Kinda but I you’re kinda focusing on the wrong thing.” She explained in a small voice with a bashful smile on her lips. Suddenly his eyes went wide in realization.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t even think about it, obviously.” He rambled.

“It’s alright. I’m just processing it.” She said and then proceeded to bite her lip and his eyes zeroed in on her mouth.

“Don’t bite your lip.” He said softly and she released it as he looked back up into her eyes with so much longing before he looked back down at her lips briefly and swallowed thickly. It was driving her insane and she was holding back from acting on impulse.

“Did you always want to move here from England?” She asked, effectively changing the subject and he nodded.

“We visited once when I was about 15 or 16? I just liked it so much and ever since then I’ve wanted to come back.”

“That wasn’t hard for you?”

“Yeah, but mostly because of my family. I was really shy and studious growing up, so I didn’t have too many close relationships with others that were hard to let go of.” He explained and she nodded in understanding.

“Well, for what it’s worth I’m happy you’re here.” She said quietly and he smiled.

“I’m happy I’m here too.” Harry said quietly.

Diana was starting to get uneasy with everything that she was feeling, she was only getting more high and she just wanted to feel warm, his warmth specifically. He grabbed his milk shake and started to take a drink and she took this moment to take in all of the little details on his face. The delicate line of his nose, his lush eyelashes, and his sharp jaw and cheekbones, especially now that he was sucking on the straw to get to his milkshake. Harry could feel her eyes burning into him, it was making his stomach flutter with butterflies. He gulped down his milkshake and then looked up at her with a soft smile.

“What’re you looking at?” He asked playfully. “Is there something on my face?” He questioned as he sat up and placed his shake on the little table off to the side.

“No, not at all. Just…looking.” She said simply as he settled back in his original position. All of the euphoric feelings coursing through her made her feel less self-conscious about her admiring him so openly.

“Looking?” He asked and she giggled.

“Yeah, you’re…nice to look at.” She admitted and he smirked.

“I knew you thought I was attractive.” He flirted and she giggled bashfully and looked away, “No, no, no, don’t get all shy with me now, love.” He teased reaching for her face to turn it back up and as he guided her to look back up by the chin he couldn’t help himself as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip, “So fucking beautiful.” He whispered between them. Diana’s lungs weren’t working at the moment, her breath was caught in her throat and the butterflies swarming through her tummy and chest were completely overstimulating her. As her big, glassy eyes met his own he just about melted. The small pout and desertion in her eyes were mirroring his own feelings of conflict swirling around inside of him along with his need for her. He was mentally fighting off a boner, the last thing he needed to do was get hard and make her uncomfortable, but it was so hard to when everything about her screamed for his attention.  When he realized that she was breathing really shallow Harry smiled at her, “Hey, breathe slowly.” He urged her gently and Diana inhaled sharply and nodded.

“Right.” She panted as the air finally made it all the way down to her lungs. He was about to let go of her when she spoke up, “Not yet.” She whispered, her lips brushed against the tip of his thumb and it made him want to dip it into her mouth.

“OK.” He whispered and slid his hand up the side of her face and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her eyes fluttered closed and she smiled as she leaned into his touch. Maybe she was a bit touch starved, but she was still picky. And she actually hadn’t been eager to feel another person’s skin against her own as badly as she wanted his. His hand was warm and soft for the most part, but even the tougher calloused parts of his hand felt good against her skin, “Can I move this?” He asked and she opened her eyes to see him signaling at her fries with his head and she nodded. He sat up and put them back in the paper bag before setting it down on the little table and turning back to her and getting closer. His own high was starting to peak and it was making him feel less concerned for whatever dual relationship existed between them now.

Diana scooted closer as soon as she was able to and he draped his arm over her waist. His hand was so big and warm, even through her sweater she could feel his warmth. She looked up at him and her stomach flipped when she saw his eyes were already on hers. She had no idea why she was so drawn to him, but she was. Her mouth was drying out and that was definitely the weed, but she was certain that her nerves also had plenty to do with it. She had never been this affected by someone in her entire life. She was dying to kiss him, especially in this state. She just knew that it would feel like heaven.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asked softly as he saw the slightly darker look in her eyes and she smiled bashfully as her cheeks went pink.

“You don’t want to know.” She responded and he smirked.

“I definitely do now.” He responded lowly and she giggled nervously, “C’mon, tell me.” He insisted, fighting the urge to reach lower and playfully pat her bum. She sighed and licked over her lip briefly.

“I was just thinking that if you…tried to kiss me I would totally let you.” She said quietly and he swallowed thickly as the information settled.

“I want to. So fucking bad.” he admitted and she bit her lip as he said this, “But I wouldn’t kiss you for the first time while you’re high.” He explained and she smiled slightly, “I know you’re not like beyond the point of making your own decisions, but I would hate for you to not be happy about it tomorrow when you’re fully sober.” Harry said.

“Well thank you for keeping it together for the both of us.” She said softly and he chuckled.

“I’m barely keeping it together. I’m telling you, your perfume is like a fucking lure for me.” He said and she smiled.

“Can I touch you?” She asked quietly.

“Yeah, please.” Harry consented immediately and she brought one of her hands up and she ran over his perfectly sculpted cheek bone with the back of her index finger. Her touch was so delicate and intimate somehow, especially as she moved down his jawline. This was everything he had been craving for a while now, to just be 

loved on and appreciated and Diana seemed to give him exactly that. 

Diana was clinging to every shred of self-control she had. Harry’s lips were so pretty and pink, she wanted to taste them so badly that it hurt. She bit over her bottom lip again and he sighed as he focused on how her bottom slowly slipped out from under the grip of her teeth. She could sense his resolve slipping, hers was too. So she placed her thumb over his lips to at least help relieve the pressure of feeling another pair of lips pressed to his own. Harry didn’t hesitate as he slightly puckered his lips and kissed the pad of her thumb, looking into her eyes as they darkened even more. His eyes were likely as dark as her own. He kissed her there a few more times, the smacking sounds of his little kisses made her skin curl in the best way and for her tummy to tighten up with excitement. She was getting turned on so easily and she was sure it had everything to do with the high she was in the middle of, but she didn’t care, it just felt good to finally feel someone touching her in the way she had craved so much. She was more happy that the someone with her was Harry.

“Your turn.” She whispered and he let out a sigh mixed with a laugh as she let her hand move away from his lips and settled it against his chest.

“I will never recover.” He joked and she smiled.

“Well, I don’t want that.” She responded and he chuckled, he was all dimply and soft, she just wanted to get lost in his gorgeous eyes. She also didn’t want to push him, even if she was dying to kiss any part of him, so she just dropped it and relished in his fingers occasionally brushing her lower back. They were just longingly looking at each other and admiring each other from up close.

“You’ve got a cute little freckle right…there.” He said as he brought his finger up to the side of the bridge of her nose, on the left side and she smiled, “Did you know?”

“I did.” She replied softly and he hummed with a smile.

“It’s very cute.” He said again and she smiled.

“This one you’ve got here is cute.” She whispered as she thumbed over the little mole off the side of his mouth and he smiled bashfully before speaking again.

“If you still want to kiss me, you can kiss me there.” His voice was small as he made his invitation and she smiled wider.

“Really?” She asked excitedly and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He assured and she smiled as she pressed herself up a bit so their faces were level with each other.  Diana was leaning in but Harry was kind of slipping down, so he boosted himself up a bit and then they both groaned as his chin collided with her forehead.

“Ow!” Sniggered as she plopped back into the pillows behind them with a hand over her forehead and he laughed along in embarrassment, face beet red. Harry quickly pushed himself up enough to lean over towards her.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He rushed out quietly as he grabbed her face to look over her to ensure there was no bruising anywhere on her forehead. “Are you OK?” He asked as he leaned over her and she nodded. Her big, glassy eyes were peering into his and her smile was wide as she giggled quietly, “Positive?”

“I’m positive.” She assured with a grin and he smiled.

“OK.” He whispered and as they laid there with him nearly hovering over her body. Diana reached up and grabbed his chin and pulled him down a bit and Harry shifted and brought his face lower as she directed. Diana then pushed herself up with her other arm and before he knew it his eyes were fluttering shut as her lips gently made contact with the little patch of skin right off the side of his mouth, over the little spot there. His body was vibrating with elation at the warmth and soft texture of her lips against his skin. She lingered there for a moment after and he blinked his eyes open to pull back and get a good look at her and the tension between them was something that was almost a sentient being all on it’s own. The tips of their noses brushed and her eyes fluttered shut as the warmth of his breath hovered over her mouth.

“Fuck.” He muttered quietly, their lips nearly brushed as he cursed, “Sorry.”

“It’s OK.” She whispered as she settled back into the pillows and Harry followed, laying beside her and facing her in silence. Diana was peering back at him with heavy eyes that were blinking slowly as the lust she felt for him coursed through her veins heavily. Harry felt the exact same way and his breath hitched as he ran the tip of his nose down the bridge of hers and then he pressed a kiss to her cheek and she offered him the most gentle smile that he couldn’t really ever forget. “Thank you for all of this.” She said softly.

“Even banging you in the head?” He joked quietly with a grin and she smirked.

“Especially that.” She joked back and he smiled, “I don’t really have anyone to talk to about all this stuff except Grace and well she’s been rather occupied so I think I’ve been a little needier than usual and you always seem to be around when I really need someone and I hope you know that I’m not taking advantage because of your profession! Sometimes I just need to say things to someone else so that my thoughts and feelings actually process. So I don’t expect you to always have something to say-”

“Hey, chill out, love.” He smiled, “I know you’re not taking advantage and I don’t mind listening.” He assured her.

“You listen to people all day…” she chuckled and he shrugged.

“Yeah, but it’s different when you’re listening to just be there for someone instead of analyzing everything they’re saying.” He explained and she hummed.

“So you’re good at compartmentalizing that part of you.” She stated and he nodded.

“Quite good actually.” He smiled with confidence, “Also your voice is really nice, I like hearing you talk.” He confessed and she looked away bashfully as she mumbled out a little compliment with pink, smiling cheeks and he just wanted to kiss the embarrassment away from her face.

“I like hearing your voice too. It sounds like the feeling of a hug.” She said and then giggled with caused him to giggle as well.

“You’re so stoned.” He laughed quietly as she just continued laughing at nothing and he at her. 

He didn’t leave until about 1am, when the peak of his high had faded away. Diana helped sneak him out and he assured her that he lived about 5 minutes away and they exchanged numbers so that he could let her know when he got home, which he did, just as he promised.

***********

The rest of the week had passed and Celeste was still giving Diana the cold shoulder. Mom’s need breaks too, so even if she had said that Celeste had been grounded earlier in the week, Diana dropped Celeste off at Geri’s for a sleep over on Saturday afternoon before speeding back home and getting ready for her second date with Gabe. Like every time that she and Harry had interactions outside of greeting each other at his practice, they were both basically acting as if nothing had ever happened. As if some lines hadn’t been seriously blurred. At least she was out and about and with someone else who could help her keep her mind free from that. From Harry. 

“It’s a good thing I was able to reserve a spot up here.” Gabe said as he looked over the balcony to the people crowding down on the floor. They had grabbed dinner and were now at a little indie show to support some local and small-time bands that they both liked.

“Yeah, it’s getting really crowded.” She said with excitement before taking another sip of her cocktail.

“Hello sexy lady!” Diana heard a familiar voice and flipped around to see Grace smiling brightly at her.

“Oh my god, hi! I didn’t know you were coming to this!” Diana said loudly over the chatter in the venue as they hugged tight.

“That’s the man you’ve been dating?” Grace mumbled in Diana’s ear and she just giggled.

“Yeah, now don’t be embarrassing.” She said before they pulled away, “Gabe, this is my best friend, Grace.” She introduced them and Gabe smiled brightly as he put his drink down and went in for a hug, very Grace’s style as well.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” He said before they broke apart.

“You as well!” Grace assured.

“So how did you end up here?” Diana asked Grace.

“Well Henry, that’s my boyfriend,” she said to Gabe, “got a table over in VIP, just on the other side of the balcony.” She pointed back to the general direction with her thumb, “You guys should join us! We have room for 3 more people and we could really use a little mood booster. Henry’s best friend, Harry, is going through a break up.” Grace explained to both Gabe and Diana.

“Oh damn, that sucks.” Gabe cut in.

“Yeah, poor guy was getting cheated on for who knows how long.” Grace said with a frown, “Anyway, we have space and bottle service and there’s a private bar if you guys want to join.” She offered, “Of course, I don’t want to crash your date with our little pity party but we’re there if you want to join us.” 

“Do you want to?” Gabe asked Diana who wanted to scream no. How was she supposed to show up to Harry’s pity party with a date after what happened with them only three days ago? She was relying on Gabe’s eagerness to date her to get them out of this.

“I’m fine wherever. It’s up to you.” Diana assured him and to her horror he nodded.

“I mean, we’d love to join if you don’t mind.” He said to Grace who smiled wide.

“Yeah, of course!”

“Maybe if there’s more of us we can distract you boyfriend’s friend a little more and ensure he has a good time.” Gabe said with a warm and friendly smile that Diana was not so fond of at the moment as her guts seemed to twist themselves into a knot.

“That’s sweet of you. And I feel like I’m making him sound more upset than he is, he’s not at all in a bad mood or anything, but I’m sure part of him is hurting. A relationships is a relationship, as shitty as it may have been.” Grace explained with a shrug.

“That’s very true.” Gabe agreed, “Well, lead the way!” He said and Grace nodded and grabbed Diana’s hand and tugged her along and she quickly reached for Gabe’s hand and they made a little chain to weave through the people on the balcony.

“He is sooo nice.” Grace said to Y/N, “And he’s very cute.” She complimented and Y/N nodded and smiled. Yes, Gabe was hot, but they didn’t have too much in common. They could talk about work and education for ages, but outside of those topics they were very much on the basic kindergarten-friends level of getting to know each other and so far there were more differences than commonalities between them, “Hi, these are our other two guests. Table 4.” Grace said to the security guard standing between them and the velvet rope used to separate the VIP tables from the rest if the balcony seating.

“Wristband?” The man said and Grace raised her right arm and showed him a neon green wrist band along with her 21+ orange one and he nodded. Soon Diana and Gabe were receiving an additional green wristband as well before they were let into the space. 

Diana’s heart was beating so hard she swore it would break through her chest. She felt sick to her stomach with nerves and there was absolutely nothing she could do about this now as Gabe pulled her along.

“Hey guys, I found some friends on the way back from the bathroom!” Grace announced as they came up to their table and both Henry and Harry, who were previously engaged in some funny conversation, turned their heads to look at Grace. 

“Oh, hey!” Henry smiled brightly with excitement when he recognized her and from her peripherals she could see Harry’s smile disappear from his face. Everyone greeted each other, including Harry and Diana who just side-hugged quickly. 

Harry’s mouth went dry the moment he saw her standing by their table with another man beside her, the same man from the farmer’s market. He had been doing everything in his power to stay away from Diana, to not text her, to leave things alone until this added layer of attraction he now had for her faded a bit. But no, here was life, being a total fucking prick and rubbing it in his face that she was seeing someone else. Admittedly he was upset and envious of this guy. It would’ve been better for him if she had sat beside him, so he wouldn’t have to see this other guy, Gabe, flirt with her. But no, she was nestled comfortably between Grace and Gabe, and almost directly across from him where he could see everything. Apart from their greeting earlier, she was completely avoiding looking at him and it was souring his mood significantly. 

When the first band came on stage they all stood and clapped as they introduced themselves. This was certainly more of a relaxed set, the wavy sound of the synths and the main singer’s Morrissey-esque voice was making Diana sway from side to side as she listened along. She was occasionally bumping into Gabe’s side and he was just smiling down at her every now and again. They were a couple songs into the set when Gabe leaned down to say something to her and she nodded and shuffled her body in front of his and his hands rested on her shoulders as she crossed her arms over her chest and continued swaying to the music. It made sense for Gabe to do that, he was tall and was slightly obstructing her view, he was being nice to her, which was a good thing. But Harry couldn’t help how tight he clenched his jaw as the little band played one of their more popular songs and the two of them started to sing along and slightly dance together. Harry wanted that with her. He wanted to make her smile like that and to sing softly in her ear while they swayed to the dark-moody music around them. He wanted to feel everything around him fade into the background and just feel that addicting cocktail of bliss and fear overcome his body as a result of his crush on her, just like they had a few days ago. He reached for his drink and just swallowed it all down with a slight grimace at the strong taste of the liquor that had sunk to the bottom of the drink.

They were now nearing the end of the second band’s set and Diana was nursing her third cocktail. She had to pee and she didn’t want to miss any of the next band’s set, it was one she really liked. So she decided it would be prudent to go now, she could afford to miss the rest of this set and line up at the bathroom and be back before the band she was eager to see got on stage. Harry watched as she turned to Grace and said something to her and then she nodded and then she turned to Gabe and he leaned down so that she could get closer to his ear. Harry’s throat bobbed as he swallowed down the bitter taste of jealousy crawling up from deep in his guts as Gabe’s hand landed on her lower back and pressed her closer to him as he listened attentively to what she was saying. She reared back as he asked her something and shook her head before she slipped away. Harry’s eyes followed her as she slowly headed off to the entrance of the VIP section.

“Where’s she going?” Harry leaned over to ask Grace.

“The bathroom!” Grace called back.

“I have to go too. I’ll be back in a bit!” Harry announced.

“Can you wait for her? I asked if she wanted me to go along but she said no.” Gabe informed Harry with a chuckle and Harry just nodded.

“Yeah man, I’ll wait for her.” He assured and Gabe smiled and Harry rushed off to catch up with her.

He didn’t have to pee, he just needed a moment of her time. He was doing his best to catch up with her but she was small and a fast walker and had soon made it clear across the balcony into the dark hallway that led to the bathrooms. Harry followed a few people into the hallway and then made his way into the men’s bathroom where he just looked himself over and fixed up his hair a bit more before walking out and leaning against the wall opposite the women’s bathroom door, waiting for her to come out. He didn’t wait long at all before she was slipping out with mumbled “excuse me’s” at the women taking up most of the space as they queued up at the door. Before she had the chance to slip away he grabbed her arm and pulled her further down the hall near the emergency exit.

“Hey, what the- Harry?!” She asked completely puzzled when she realized it was him pulling her down the dark hallway and they stopped in front of the emergency exit. The intense red glow of the exit sign was washing over them in this spontaneous little meeting creating an intense atmosphere between them. Typically red was a warning color, wasn’t it? And they were both thinking the same thing as they looked at each other for a few seconds.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asked and she sighed, feeling her stomach twist with that familiar nervous, unpleasant feeling all over again.

“Because. I don’t know how to act around you right now, Harry!” She confessed with frustration. “I don’t want Grace to start teasing me about being really friendly with you or start saying shit about how well we get along because then she’s gonna start insinuating things to me and then that’s just going to make me start to think of you in that way and I shouldn’t-”

“Who gives a fuck?” He asked, cutting in on her argument and she sighed in exasperation.

“I give a fuck! If she hypes me up and gets my hopes up about things that can’t happen it would fucking suck! And I don’t want to be heartbroken or sad over anyone right now. I can’t! I simply don’t have the time or even the emotional bandwidth right now!” She argued with frustration so clear in her voice and her features and he sighed with a small pout.

“I get it, Diana. This whole situation is fucking torture.” He sighed in defeat and she frowned.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to go over there. I let Gabe decide what to do and I thought he would want to take advantage of the time we had alone, but evidently he was in the mood to make friends…” she said and he sighed, “I’m so sorry. We can go i-if you prefer? This was supposed to be your night out and the band I’m really here for is playing next. So just say the word and I’ll say something to Gabe and let you get back to your night as planned.” She rushed out her words and Harry sighed. He didn’t want her to go, he just wanted to be near her. He stepped closer and she gasped as her back hit the wall. She felt these little pricks of excitement shooting up her arms as he grabbed her hands in his own.

“I don’t want you to leave. I’m happy that you’re here.” He assured, “I guess I just don’t know how to act around you either.” He confessed and she swallowed thickly as he stepped a bit closer. She could hardly take a proper breath as his left hand landed on her hip and his right hand came up and delicately grabbed her face before his fingers ran down the side of her neck and then wove into her hair. He lightly pulled back, just enough so that she was looking up at him now. Both of their chests were rising and falling intensely as they looked into each others’ eyes. Harry leaned down until they were forehead to forehead and he felt her hands bunch up the material of his shirt over his chest, taking her nerves out on the thinned out fabric. He nudged her nose gently, getting her to slightly angle her face in the opposite way of his.

“Harry.” She panted out a warning with a quiver in her voice as he started to press his body closer to hers.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered his question and she could feel his puffs of air against her mouth. If he got any closer their lips would brush if he spoke again.

“I don’t know.” She admitted through a whisper as her eyes squeezed shut tightly. As if this were a dream that she needed to wake up from. Harry felt his heart pounding anxiously as her eyes blinked open and searched his own. Diana’s inhales were shallow and her exhales shaky as they stood so close together. He tilted his head just a bit more and she sighed at how close his lips were.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked once again, but this time his lips faintly brushed against her own. The feathery touches in the shape of his words were completely unraveling her and she subtly shook her head, the action causing their noses to bump. Harry swallowed thickly as he felt her lean into closer to him as her hands slid up his chest. He could feel her putting a bit of weight down onto him to really feel the contours of his body over the fabric of his clothes. As she slid up his pecs she slightly dug her nails in and Harry’s breath hitched as he felt his nipples get hard and his body start to get hot with arousal. They were now just breathing each other’s air, there was uncertainty and fear and so much overthinking coming from both of them, but greater than all of those things, there was longing. Such immeasurable quantities of it that it scared them both. He just needed to be brave. So he brought his left hand to her face and cradled it in his hands as he just closed the minuscule gap between them. 

Their lips were puckered together quite stiffly, the nerves getting the best of them. But as Harry drew back a bit, more than ready to apologize for kissing her their eyes met again and they both immediately leaned back in. This kiss was a lot smoother. Their lips met gently with soft little smacks. He loved the feeling of her nails raking back down his chest and landing over his abs before she just wrapped her arms around his midsection, pulling his body closer to her own. This couldn’t even be reel. All he was aware of were their lips and the touches between them as they shared this very sweet and long-awaited kiss. After a several moments she pulled back panting and leaned her head back against the wall in silence before closing her eyes. 

“Shit.” She whispered and he frowned.

“Hey, hey, hey, s’alright.” He assured pulling her body into his, “I kissed you.” He said and she swallowed thickly as she rested into the crook of his neck. His chin was resting on the top of her head as her held her closer.

“I kissed back.” She said and he nodded.

“You did.” He said and she bit her bottom lip before she just relaxed in his hold. After a minute of this she pulled away with a renewed resolve.

“This was the only time, OK?” She said and he bit his lip.

“Well if I’d known that before I would’ve kissed you a lot better than that.” He said and she smiled, he seemed to cope with his stress through making light of things, which she didn’t mind.

“I’m rather satisfied with that little string of mediocre ones. The sooner we get over it the better, I think.” She explained and he pouted.

“Mediocre?” He asked with offense, clearly he was exaggerating the level of offense he felt, but he was offended none the less.

“You just said you would’ve kissed me better.” She smiled teasingly and he smirked before he leaned in, effectively causing her breath to get caught in her throat. 

“I’m claiming my redo now.” Harry hummed and her eyes fluttered closed as he carefully molded their lips together. 

Diana’s plump bottom lip was encased between his two lips and suddenly his hands were gripping her waist as he pushed her harder into the wall, keeping her still and taking full advantage as her mouth parted in a gasp of surprise. He opened his eyes and grinned as her own eyes fluttered open to look at him and while they held eye contact he gently bit down on her plump bottom lip, how he’d always wanted to. Diana’s eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan slipped from her throat and he couldn’t help it as he eased his tongue against the seam of her lips. He was pleased that she opened a bit wider and let him get in a bit further. His thumbs were rubbing up and down along her her ribcage and she just wanted to feel his hands all over her. But just before they could get carried away the set of the current band ended and the house lights were raised a bit more to allow people to move around with more ease during the set change. They separated with a soft wet sound and just like that, the pink-colored filter hazing over their secret rendezvous was completely gone and they were just looking at each other with more nerves than relief because they had just awakened a beast that neither of them was prepared to handle.

“C’mon.” Harry said extending his hand to her and she just took it quietly and he guided them through the crowd and back to their section. 

The uneasy feeling festering in Diana’s stomach came more from the fact that after having that steamy kiss with Harry she was standing beside someone else, trying to distract herself from Harry. She needed to have a conversation with Gabe because this wasn’t fair to him. Sure, he had said that he was taking things slow, but he was actually interested in her and she was still deciding. Well, actually she was quite certain now that her mind and her heart were elsewhere. She was so distracted for the set of the band she wanted to see that she completely missed it. Grace noticed how out of the loop she was and she pulled her along saying they would be going to the bar and as they stood in the line waiting she turned to Diana.

“Girl, what’s wrong? You’re acting really strange.” Grace got straight to the point and Diana sighed.

“It’s nothing bad, just Celeste and I are still on bad terms and well, Harry is her therapist and it’s kind of weird to see him and hang out with him.” She explained and Grace’s eyes went wide.

“Oh!”

“Yeah, that’s not really OK, you know? I know he’s Henry’s best friend and he’s bound to be around, but a warning would be nice in the future so that we don’t continue to just awkwardly run into each other.” Diana explained. She was a bit regretful of telling Grace this, but she would surely tell Henry, who would fully understand the potential issues with that and maybe that would limit her interactions with Harry to what was scheduled. This was the best thing to do. He was definitely right about her choosing herself more, in all reality she had so much fun with him, but like she had said to him, that wasn’t an option when it came to him and she was weak tonight and now not only was she hurting, she would be hurting Gabe, but also Harry with her decision to tell Grace about their preexisting relationship. She was making a big mess.

*********

Diana hadn’t had the guts to say anything to Gabe just yet, she was still mentally processing everything that had happened. Especially after she said goodbye to Harry, their hug was stiff and awkward and he didn’t even look into her eyes. She was laying in her bed, staring at the dark ceiling willing sleep to come. She heard her phone alert her of a text message and she quickly turned over to grab her phone and she saw it was Harry. When she opened his text and started reading she just felt this giant knot form in her throat, this was the absolute worst.

Harry Styles:

I’m so sorry for tonight. I shouldn’t have followed you, Diana. I was jealous from seeing you with Gabe and I threw all caution to the wind. I was impulsive and rash and I’m such a fucking dick for that. I’m in no place to be involved with anyone at the moment and I shouldn’t have dragged you into my shit. If there’s anything I can do to make up for this or to just make this right please tell me.

***********

Harry felt his stomach twisting up with nerves as he saw that she had read his message. He started getting heart palpitations when he saw that she was starting to type out a response. It was about 3am and he had just been trying to get to sleep by watching films or reading, but his mind was far too wired up for that. And now, he was pacing back and forth in his bedroom with a mountain of uncertainty and regret weighing him down.

Diana Beltran:

It wasn’t just you, Harry. I also crossed the line this week and I’m truly so sorry for that. You don’t need to make up for anything, I promise. Tonight, I told Grace that you’re Celeste’s therapist and that it’s weird to see you and get to know about your personal life while you work with her. So I asked her to just warn me when you’ll be around so that I can decide whether to go or not. And well, between you and I, I won’t be joining when you’re around any more. I just wanted to tell you because you need to know that it’s not about you. You’re great and if things were different I can imagine that we’d definitely be great friends. But I fear we’ve opened up a pandora’s box and I don’t want to risk complicating things further or lure you to compromise your values as a professional. I should’ve been stronger and stopped it before we did anything, I’m sorry.

Harry wanted to throw up as he read Diana’s message. He didn’t want her to feel responsible when he was the one who made the move. But he knew better than to continue the conversation because who knows where that would lead them. So with every morsel of willpower he had left he just typed out a “Don’t just blame yourself, we both decided not to stop. But you did the right thing telling Grace. Good night.” And she just liked the message and he tossed his phone on his bed before he sat on the edge of it and groaned before falling back into his mattress. What the fuck was wrong with him?

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So just to clarify, Celeste is upset at Diana because she's "dating" now and Celeste thinks that Diana will spend all of her free time with the person she dates and not have any time for her. Basically that she will be replaced.

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[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

So...

Remember the fandoms I am currently in that I mentioned about when you meet the creator of this Tumblr account?

Well… I forgot to mention…

I am in the Mandela Catalogue fandom.

So- I’m too lazy to change my mistakes, but that is what I want you guys to know of.

Also, here’s my Mandela Catalogue Sona (correct me if I am using the slang term “sona” wrong, please):

V.1} Clean Bubbles {Without Wings and Otherworldly Accessories}

V.2} Clean Bubbles {With Wings and Otherworldly Accessories}:

“I don’t know how long I have been here… I feel like I’m going mad. I don’t think I can get free… only doomed to be stuck here for an eternity.”

- Clean Bubbles (who’s been trapped in Mandela Catalogue for {U̵̶̸̹̮̹̲̻͙̎ͪͣͦ͜͡͞͡͡N̵҉̾͟͞͡K҉̿ͭ͘͜N̵҉̾͟͞͡O̷̵҉̢̭͚̜̠ͫͣ͐͢͟͢͠͞͝W̵̶̸̻̼͉̱̄͗ͭ͟͢͢͠N̵҉̾͟͞͡} years)

Selecting Fandom: >>[[𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊]] Opening || Roleplay Character Files Accessing >> Classified Information: Clean Bubbles

Mandela Catalogue Sona: 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

Character Information:

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: Clean Bubbles >>𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜: C.B., Bubbles, Clean, Bubbs,

𝙰𝚐𝚎: 14 [BETWEEN THEIR TEENS]

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: Female♀️

𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜/𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚎: Human [CURRENT FORM] >>True Species: [U̵̶̸̹̮̹̲̻͙̎ͪͣͦ͜͡͞͡͡N̵҉̾͟͞͡I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜D҉̣͍̓̎͗͜͜E҉̰̰͎̆͞N̵҉̾͟͞͡T҉̘͙͖̠̓ͦ͑̄͜͜͟͞I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜F̶̵͖͚̯̮̤̫̿̆͌͋͢͟͡͡I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜E҉̰̰͎̆͞D҉̣͍̓̎͗͜͜]

Appearance:

{COMMON} 𝙿𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜: - Light skin with slight tan - Black to blue-gradient colored hair [MAIN BASE] ▮ ℌ𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔢𝔶𝔢 - Ponytail color is blue with white between [PONYTAIL] - Left Eye || White Sclera, Brown Iris, Black Pupil with an outline of blue - Right Eye || {[C҉͓̟͇̼͕̻ͭ͌ͩ̒͘͜͡͞͠L̴҉̴͙͖̞̳̜̖ͣͧ̑̑͜͞͠͞͠A҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜F̶̵͖͚̯̮̤̫̿̆͌͋͢͟͡͡I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜E҉̰̰͎̆͞D҉̣͍̓̎͗͜͜]} - Height is around 5'1 and 5'3

{CURRENT} 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜: - A grey and dull lavender-colored beanie with a little flap on its side. - A white band aid close to her left eye - Orange colored headphones around her neck - A white necklace is tied around her shirt and underneath the headphones - Blue-colored turtle neck with a crop-top over it that has long sleeves. - A black belt with a pair of laces that holds a coat. - White shorts - Wavy cuffs below kneecaps - Black and pink-colored tennis shoes with laces

Background:

𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎: {{N/A}}

𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢:

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: Mom and Dad {ALIVE BUT ELSEWHERE

𝚂𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Jade {Older Sister}

𝙾𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: {N/A}

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢: 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚄-𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝙲𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚊! 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑-𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 (𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢) 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.

Personality:

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: - Kind - Shy - Anxious - Awkward - Introverted - Quiet - Worrying - Softie

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜:

Positive Traits: Nice, helpful, contributive, make sure safety is top priority,

Negative Traits: Indecisive, tends to bottle up feelings, stresses out easily, wants to tell others what they're doing but is afraid to make them mad, a little bit weak-minded

𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜: Writing Stories, practicing magic, sleeping, hitting bad guys with frying pans, playing games

𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜/𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜: None

Abilities/Skills:

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜: Hide really well, Cook food, pretty good with working around with chores, solving conflict through talking, double-checking

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜: Controlling magic, confronting Alternates, using the T.H.I.N.K principle.

𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌/𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎): Creation of weapons

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜: Staff-Spear

Relationships:

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜: Mark, Cesar, Jonah, Sarah, Dave Lee, Thatcher, Adam [FORMALLY DISTANCE]

𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜: "Gabriel" {AKA, Alt!Gabriel/Satan/Lucifer}, Intruder, Preacher, Alt!Cesar, N, Alternates, Stanley, Adam Murray {FORMALLY}

𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜: NONE [MINOR]

Other Details:

I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜N̵҉̾͟͞͡F̶̵͖͚̯̮̤̫̿̆͌͋͢͟͡͡L̴҉̴͙͖̞̳̜̖ͣͧ̑̑͜͞͠͞͠U̵̶̸̹̮̹̲̻͙̎ͪͣͦ͜͡͞͡͡E҉̰̰͎̆͞N̵҉̾͟͞͡C҉͓̟͇̼͕̻ͭ͌ͩ̒͘͜͡͞͠E҉̰̰͎̆͞:

She is aware of the Mandela Catalogue Universe and has been trying to help people the best she can without revealing her identity, which creates cases of some people seeing a "𝕮𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖓" (its a nickname for her)

She have became acutely aware that the Alternates are trying to figure out how to find the true identity of the Celestial Artisan

Bythrone Paranormal Society (BPS) has been working on the case to uncover the Celestial Artisan's identity so they could figure out its intention and influence on helping people

She saves Mark from getting killed by the Alt!Cesar and then she leads him somewhere safe.

She returns to where Cesar gets killed and attempts to bring him back to live, which nearly exhausts most of her energy.

Upon saving the two victims, she tries to help them survive, but keep distances with them to avoid them finding out that she wasn't from this world and was the Celestial Artisan

Cesar, Mark, and Bubbles decided to go to Bythrone Paranormal Society, knowing that they're surviors and do investigation on ghost hunting

Bubbles starts to stress out more when meeting the BPS, knowing that they might question about her origins

Alt!Gabriel becomes aware when Alt!Cesar reports about Bubbles defending Mark from him.

Clean Bubbles keeps telling herself lies that everything will be alright if she is able to keep her identity a secret, however, when she was training her powers, Intruder happened to catch her.

She tries to erase his memory of seeing her using her magic, however, she was knocked out by Alt!Cesar

She was taken and brought to Gabriel, who first interrogates her about her being the identity of the Celestial Artisan. She almost gets herself killed when she doesn't admit the truth, which confirms his suspicions. He threatens her that her friends could either die or she could work with him and her identity won't get exploited.

𝙻𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜/𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜:

Using too much power could make her fall asleep

Using too much power could also make her lose control

Emotions of stress and overthinking can also make her lose control

Scaring can activate a momentary spark of her power activating

Miscellaneous:

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 (𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎):

Cótiles - ENA REMIX (I'm Allergic To People! Meme Song)

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

˚ ❝𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣, 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩.˚✧ ╰┈➤ ❝ [🅔🅛🅘🅩🅐🅑🅔🅣🅗 🅐🅒🅔🅥🅔🅓🅞]

𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜:

She likes eggs

She doesn't like tomatoes

She sometimes likes to go out and bother some Alternates (without getting herself killed)

She does have a second form, which makes her unidentifiable to her original human form

She has a list of insults and roasts she keeps

She likes potato chips

Please... 𝕯𝕺 𝕹𝕺𝕿, 𝖀𝕹𝕯𝕰𝕽 𝕬𝕹𝖄 𝕮𝕴𝕽𝕮𝖀𝕸𝕾𝕿𝕬𝕹𝕮𝕰𝕾... pull out her gray hair since she has some.

[queer-and-nerdy]

as a blue ridge rock festival 2023 survivor i’m imagining l&co going to a rock/metal festival and it’s CARNAGE right (this is based on my experience with festivals in the u.s. i’ve never been to any in europe LMAO) also obligatory @wellgoslowly tag <3

the three of them go for all 4 days with on-site camping but they decide to share a single tent because “it’ll be cheaper and we already live together so how bad can it be?” BAD VERY BAD. fortunately, the weather was good but lucy forgot to take into account how much she and george snack when they get stressed. her and george take turns driving to and from the festival (lockwood is a registered passenger princess i love him but also don't trust him behind the wheel), but lucy is the one to park in the campground as george made several domestic and international terror threats if he had to pull into "that shitshow of a lot, are you mad?? who's idea was this, anyways? not mine, that's for sure. park the damn car without killing us, please and thank you." their three sleeping bags barely fit the floor of the tent, so the first night they spend practically curled up together. george, unable to handle the sheer amount of LocklyleTM, decides to sleep in the car for the rest of the weekend. lucy and lockwood try to sleep in an inconspicuous/non-awkward way, but somehow find themselves tangled up in each other's arms. neither of them comment on this, but they also don't separate right away (they make me sick). they all wear matching noise-muffling headphones that lucy made for them (lucy's hearing is already somewhat impaired and she takes care of her body; george bitches about his hearing being fine despite staying close enough to be able to touch the stage for every set he attends and complaining about a "weird ringing noise" constantly; lockwood never takes his off, even sleeping with them on - lucy drew little hearts on his). the three of them also spent the week leading up to the festivals making kandi bracelets to hand out, which earns them some friends they keep for years.

lockwood (the masochist that he is) has the time of his life all weekend. he’s thriving on the loud music and shitty overpriced food. he desperately wants to mosh but doesn’t realize that you don’t really have to ask to join, and his first few attempts just result in him either acting as a wall or getting pushed out of the way entirely. once he finally pushes his way into a decent-sized pit, he instantly gets sucker punched and george has to take him to the first aid tent (they give him a small bottle of water and tell him to “take it easy”). he doesn't sing along for any sets he attends, instead enjoying hearing the combination of the band and the audience. he stays on the festival grounds from first set to last, and when he returns to the campsite he spends several more hours chatting with their neighbors. he loves discovering new bands and genres despite how picky he is and gets along great with the people he stands around (except the person that kept talking shit about metallica). music is a great escape for him and helps him pass the time in his everyday life. it acts as a grounding force in his life, and something about the heavy bass provided by the live music gives him a sense of reality. despite his increasing lack of sleep each night he somehow is more energized each day. this baffles lucy and george, who are running on the fumes of fumes. hypothetically his positive attitude would make him an ideal tentmate, except for the unfortunate fact that not only are the showers largely inaccessible but he gets it into his head that “there aren’t showers in the wild; therefore, i don’t need to take any.” lucy and george set him straight the second night with some not so thinly veiled threats.

lucy is the one to suggest the festival as a “much needed vacation.” she is also the first to regret actually following through on it. she spends the hottest parts of the day in the shade of their campsite, usually only showing up for the headliners at the end of the night as well as some smaller bands she researched ahead of time. although george teases her for "hiding," she ends up being the only one to make it out without any medical issues or injuries. she makes sure to pack the right amount of food for the three of them as well as budgeting for festival food but she would rather die than pay $13 for a slice of pizza. she designates herself as the merch martyr, standing in line for two hours to get the three of them anything and everything they could afford (one shirt each and a magnet for their kitchen). however much she complains, though, she fully enjoys herself the whole time. she allows herself the freedom to relax in what would otherwise be a stressful environment for her, and she makes a few good friends. like lockwood, music is an escape for her, but instead of giving her a sense of reality, she finds it gives her an outlet to be someone she usually isn't. in a large crowd, with no one's eyes on her and any internal thoughts muffled by the loud music, she can let go and lose herself to the experience. she doesn't mosh but instead stands to the side and observes the moshers and crowd surfers. she becomes so wrapped up in the performances that, despite knowing all of the songs, often doesn't sing along.

george, like myself, has a myriad of health conditions, so the fact that he survived the entire weekend is surprising enough. lucy enlists lockwood's help to hold a gun to george's head to force him to take his binder off periodically. he hasn't had a drop of water in months and certainly isn't planning on starting now, which frustrates lucy to no end. the only compromise he makes is purchasing a case of gatorade, which he chugs half of and promptly vomits up all within the first day. he isn't a huge fan of moshing but he gets dragged into a few energetic ones and finds himself having fun. although he, like lucy, researched and planned ahead on who he wanted to see, he prefers to spend most of the day wandering around the grounds and sitting in on groups he didn't know if he has the time. for the groups he plans for, however, he's a bit of a scary fan. he knows all the lyrics, the band members' names, details of their careers, etc. he knows the setlist ahead of time even though he could sing each all of their songs perfectly from memory and excitedly tells the people around him what song was coming next. he starts arguments with a few people on the subgenres of metal, but also manages to get a cute guy's contact info after crossing each other's paths at a few different sets. to him, music is the only way he feels understood. he often doesn't know how to verbally explain his feelings, and there's something about music that he finds accesses deep within him. he passes out three times during the first day (lucy was there for the third one and exploded when he told her about the other two) but manages to only pass out one more time over the rest of the weekend.

skull is forced to stay home by himself despite insisting on being taken along [he will remember this]. the magnet lucy gets, however, satisfies him.

[yanderelovlies]

✨Galaxy Anon ✨ here!

Oh viví but how could you deprive me of this privilege?! It’s too good lol!

Yea like i’m so picky on even getting something I want from the store. The most you will see me ask my mom is for food because I want a snack. I life really have to have a whole debate with myself if the item is something more I want than need if I really want it or I could live without it. So when people give me stuff I feel guilty or use it a lot so it doesn’t go to waste.

You sure? Some sound childish I guess I’m my opinion or many wouldn’t understand my perspective on things and call me one of those fans which makes me close up. If you’re sure I guess it be alright, and no worries you aren’t straightforward in a way that is disrespectful and I like your blunt on what you are saying. Maybe someone could be selling it somewhere! Was it limited edition or something?

You know if I was in your shoes I give up because dammit math is hard so I commend you for even still trying since I don’t understand algebra and my math teacher must’ve been horrified on my scores. Oh those sound fun especially evaluating people behavior and also traits. Ooh his dog? He must’ve been fun!

It’s my job now vivi! Gotta make you feel happiness with compliments!

Glad your spending your time also making time for them and showing you care. Still make sure you have some time for yourself! You deserve that much vivi! Also what did you sing?

Honestly the amount cases for death, assault in one or the other way is scary. Why do you think I’m such a hermit? Other than work I like staying at my house since I feel safe and just shit happens outside like what the hell?! It’s actually a surprise now when nothing goes horrible for once in the news. Have that pepper spray vivi and good for being safe! Good because while I’m paranoid I loving having my headphones on for music and well if I’m distracted enough I would be a easy target. Damn I need to learn self defense.

Thanks vivi! I mean those customers a little less common at least. Most are nice or you can leave them alone enough and they be cool. Unfortunately that is true since I’m just trying to work and some people are unnecessarily mean for some reason or get mad when you bother them to ask what they even want to drink like I’m just trying to get your order since you wanted to eat.

Lol come back during business hours.

Me too! Even if I'm buying it myself I'm always sitting there and complaining if I really need it or not. I usually miss out on good shit, but I always feel bad for spending mine or other people's money on stuff I don't need to survive. It weird lowkey frustrating.

I don't mind at all! I love hearing about people's fandoms and what they love about them. So throw them my way I wanna see 🥺🥺💕💕. Also, I found a shirt on aliexpress, but the original place I found no longer sells, but I'm gonna keep looking and hoping.

Honestly, I thought about it, but going back to my last job scares me more. So I'll take my chances with the math lol. Also, I've only taken one semester of those classes, but I still had a lot of fun and even learned some cool tips for helping manage anxiety.

Just you taking the time to talk to me makes me happy. It's always nice to hear from you. 🥺💕💕

We were singing all kinds of things. Musicals, their favorite songs, and some random they fell into line.

Me too! If I'm allowed I stay inside with all my favorite things where I am safe. As for the headphone thing me too I have these big ones that I take, but they are loud enough so I can just have them hang around my neck and still hear them.

It's like people these days forgot how to be kind to one another. It's sad, and I always feel bad for those who get the terrible treatment for just doing their job. I am glad they aren't frequent for you though.

[theseinterludes]

a one and a two

i was never sure of anything. even if a thing was right in front of me, it always felt like i had to doubt its existence. thus, when i saw her waving at me, i thought i was having hallucinations. with my coffee-addled brain and the number of people here in this bus terminal, it was easy to mistake a person for someone but she was actually here, heading towards me, smiling at me so sweetly as if nothing had gone wrong between us. i never thought that dimpled smile would be directed at me ever again. i almost took out my phone to snap a picture.

“what, we haven’t seen each other in so long and you won’t even say hi?” she asked when she reached my side, eyes squinting a little when the afternoon sun hit her face. huh, she was even talking to me. her voice sounded a bit strange—had it always been that deep or had it just been that long?

breaking out of my reverie, i playfully rolled my eyes at her. “in my defense, we didn’t really end on good terms so if i was the one who saw you first i wouldn’t have done anything. maybe i’ll smile awkwardly if you saw me looking at you but that’s it.”

“that’s true but it’s been years since we last saw each other! i couldn’t help myself when I saw you here. girl, this isn’t even the line for the bus i’m going to take,” she said matter-of-factly.

i chuckled. “we’re talking as if it’s already been, like, a decade when it’s only been three years!”

“that’s still long! a lot has happened in those three years! look at you: you grew your hair, you’re a lot skinnier, and it seems like you’re not using your favorite zara perfume anymore. see, i just got here, and i can already note a lot of changes! though i find it funny that you still look so unapproachable with that ever-present frown on your face and those headphones. guess you didn’t change that much.”

if we were talking about changes then, yes, there were some. i have learned a lot about myself in those years, things i never would have had the idea about if we did not go down the way we did. for one, i have grown to be less flaky. if we were still hanging out she would have loved that since she used to scold me about always changing my mind. i also remembered she always said that i should be more courageous in going after the things i want so i made it a point to take that seriously after the fact. i remained a coward but at least now i was learning to confront a lot of the things that would have made me run back then. as it turned out, things can still go right even if i am not on stable ground! i wished i had known that then, maybe we would not be here today if i did.

“well, you’re still as frank as ever,” i countered as i took off my headphones. “you’re on your way home too?”

“yes, finally! college has been quite stressful, i’m so glad finals are done. now, i just need my ma’s cooking to recharge me. how about you? i heard you’re having the time of your life.”

i stared at her dumbfounded. why was she being so friendly? she was actually making an effort to continue the conversation. should i ask her? wait, this might turn awkward so i should definitely not say anything about that. then again, i was really curious. what if she merely wanted to pass the time while waiting for her bus and then forgot we ever had this conversation when it arrived? i furrowed my eyebrows. “this is going to smash this whole friendly mood here but, dude, why are you talking to me so casually? i thought you might still be mad or something.”

her smile dipped a little. “are you telling me i can’t catch up with an old friend?”

“that’s not what I mean,” i said.

“i know what you mean,” she replied.

unable to think of a response, i turned to look at the people passing by. i should have just gone along with her small talk. seriously, i should take a class on decision-making or something. i blew out a breath. i wished my bus would come already—what was taking it so long anyway? 

“i was never mad at you, dummy,” she broke the silence, voice now soft yet still confident. “i just got tired, that’s all. if anything, i should be the one wondering why you’re speaking to me now, i was half expecting that you would push me away again.”

a beat passed.

“i’m sorry,” i said, “for suddenly distancing myself.”

“yeah, you should be,” she stated. from the corner of my eyes, i could see her looking down at her shoes. her long hair was covering her face but i knew she was pouting. “i don’t even know why. it sucked—still does, actually.”

i sighed. can we not do this?

“i have no valid excuse for it, really. i was just so confused.” i shrugged. “i realized i have all these feelings and i don’t know what to do with them. running away seemed like the easiest thing.”

“if you were having a hard time that you had to do that you could’ve told me. i’m more than willing to help you. you knew that,” she said as she looked back at me. raising one eyebrow, she continued, “you didn’t have to cut me off—your reasoning is always so hard to understand. it’s like you’re constantly trying to make people dislike you.”

i could tell from her tone she was getting aggravated, though it seemed like i was not too far behind her. all of the frustrations i had for my actions then wanted to make themselves known.

“can you be for real? i can’t say to the person i like that i want to throw away all my feelings for her. that would be cruel especially since i know she likes me back.”

“why the hell would...what?”

“you need your ears cleaned.”

“i’m sorry, let me get this straight—”

“too late for that.”

“can you not?” she asked exasperatedly. “god, i forgot how sarcastic you get when you’re put in situations where you have to explain yourself.”

“how about you don’t analyze it too much? it was right there—i had to!”

the clenching of her jaw said it all. “alright, sorry, go on.”

“you knew i liked you? and you liked me back? how? why?”

i snorted. “well, you’re not really subtle! i wasn’t too but thank the universe you’re blind. the longing stares? lingering touches? heavy silences? girl, please, we would’ve given wong kar-wai and all the lesbian period drama filmmakers a run for their money.”

“and you wanted to forget about it because...?”

“i’m simply not ready, okay? you’ve always been so sure of yourself—that’s what I admired the most about you—but I can’t say the same for myself. the moment the realization hit, i got so scared. i had no idea what to do so i just said to hell with it, did whatever, and hoped for the best.”

“wow. you’re such a mess,” she said, disbelief written across her face. “and i thought you just decided that you suddenly hated me. damn, if only you told me that. i didn’t know that’s how you felt—you didn’t tell me anything! you’re right, i might not be able to fully understand but if only you let me, i would’ve tried so hard,” she reasoned.

i nodded. “i know you would. that was just something i needed to figure out by myself. i’m also aware of how selfish that was, but at the time that was the clearest path for me to take. i thought i would be fine with that...it didn't take me long to know i wasn’t.”

she smiled once again, this time, however, it did not reach her eyes. “back then, we joked about this all the time, but you really only ever think about yourself, no? and it’s not even the kind of selfishness where you only get the good part. do you honestly enjoy making yourself suffer?”

she had a point. i laughed humorlessly. “maybe. i do have a brutal way of confirming things.”

“it was a rhetorical question.”

“right.”

i opened my mouth again to add something but no words came out. the silence that followed was perhaps the most unbearable one i ever encountered. i could feel the heat rushing through my face though i would like to pretend that it was only because of the weather and not of the uneasiness. i tried to look anywhere but her to hide it.

“it’s a little too hot today, don’t you think? I’m melting here,” she said while fanning herself with her hands. it was like she read my mind and was now coming to the rescue. how typical. i offered her my bottled water but she declined.

“you know, now that I think about it, it’s kinda weird we had this conversation here. this isn’t how i envisioned this moment,” i told her.

“oh, yeah? tell me, then, how you envisioned it.”

“i was thinking it would be at night, possibly while we’re out with our other friends, and when we’re a few drinks in they would put us on the spot or something, i don’t know. just something not like this, a random afternoon...in a loud place where people only go to go to other places. the atmosphere is simply not right, it feels too...temporary? it’s as if it’s not real, get it? plus, I’m pretty sure that manong there is listening to us.”

she glanced at the man pretending to read his newspaper before replying. “maybe it’s the universe reminding us of all the possibilities that could happen between us. we do tend to get complacent. or maybe they’re all just homophobic.”

we shared a giggle at that but before i could add another joke she noticed something. “hold on, i think that’s my bus. the people i was lining up with earlier are boarding already.”

“oh,” i uttered, disappointment evident in my tone. “well, this was a nice talk. i’m, uh, glad you came over here.”

“yeah, it really was! things are...much easier to understand now.”

“do you, like, maybe want to do it over coffee next time?”

“sure, that would be great. i’ll hit you up?”

“yes, please! so...” how would you even end this kind of conversation? would you just say bye? add a wave maybe?

“so…bye for now, i guess. how about a goodbye hug?” she asked, opening up her arms.

“um, yeah, sure,” i said, stepping close.

it was a brief one but its tightness implied the promise of making up for the lost time. we parted and waved a final goodbye before she walked to her bus, a slight bounce on her step. with her back now facing me, it seemed like I had been granted a broader perspective. talking really cleared things out, huh? i would be lying if i said everything will go smoothly from here, though. we have only uncovered our past issues, who knew what might happen next? for now, i was just overjoyed at this chance encounter.

“see you!” i shouted at her retreating figure and she stopped for a second to smile at me. i kept my eyes on her until she entered the bus before turning away. after a few minutes, a notification popped up on my phone. she sent me a picture. when i opened it, it was a meme. i smirked. there was no question about it—i will do better this time.

[zucchinisblog]

Currently having a bad horrible no good day today

I woke up late, not to big of a deal I had study halls so I didn’t miss anything important

My jeans ripped before I left the house so I have to change

The jeans I had on that I quickly changed out of I had my headphones and I forgot to grab them

My zipper got caught on the truck door and ripped it off

I’m going into honors algebra and don’t have my headphones to block out the noise of these annoying people so I’m going to be driven mad

I also have two more study halls at the end of the day and there’s no music I can listen too :(

I also have to suffer on the bus with out music too

Very bad day today

[littlewarricr]

I finally started the fourth season of h/aikyuu which means I’ve seen only 2 seconds of atsumu and hoshiumi but it’s okay bc I got to see wakatoshi and tendo again 🥰

[eunoia-writes]

Frownie face stickers • Conrad fisher

Warnings: Smut (this is my first ever time writing smut so pls bare with also pls leave a comment or anything so Ik If this is any good if really appreciated it) MDI

Summery: y/n and Conrad have a running joke of her giving him well done stickers after they hooked up but for the first time ever she gives him a frownie face stickers

Conrad hand wrapped around y/n’s neck while her jaw was slacked open the room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping against each other along with both of their moans “gonna…fuck.” She moans hardly able to get her words out

“gonna cum pretty girl?” He said lifting her leg to his shoulder to get a better position. She nodded unable to form any coherent words “oh come on Doll, use your words.” He said never straying away from the relentless pace

“please.” She just about manage to say as his hand left her neck moving to rub circles on her clit with his fingers.

“Cum for me pretty girl.”

before she could warn him, the knot in her stomach unravels, she’s cumming with a strangled moan. before long Conrad rapid movements turn into ragged strokes as he spills inside her, throbbing as he does. She came down from her orgasm and stared up at him through half lidded eyes as he pulled out “such a good girl.” He mumbled as they both laid out of breath for a few minutes.

Conrad grabbed his shirt and underwear making his way into the bathroom before returning with a wet rag to clean her up after she pulled shirt and shorts y/n reached into the draw next to her before turning back to Conrad “What?” He asked looking at the smile on her face

“close your eyes.” She said and he raised his eyebrows but doing as she said anyway he felt her pat his shirt

“okay you can open them now.” She said giggling as he looked down at the small sticker of penguin holding a cake saying “good job.”

“You’re so stupid.” He said laughing along with y/n before taking the sticker off and putting it on the back of his phone

“what can I say… you did a good job.” Y/n said though laughs

“oh yeah a good job?” He asked leaning over her slightly

“I might even go as far as to say a great job.” She laughed as he leaned down kissing her softly “definitely a great job.” Y/n said as he pulled away

“where did you even get them from?” He asked wrapping his arms around her waist

“I got them for kids at summer camp but I completely forgot to take them in so they’ve been collecting dust in the drawer found them earlier when I was looking for my headphone.” She told him Making him laugh once again

“so I’m getting the same reward as your students now huh?” He teased as she nodded

And from then on Conrads sticker collection on the back of his phone only grew more until he thought it was be a wonderful idea to piss y/n off so while he was sat around the pool with Jeremiah and Steven while Belly and Taylor swam y/n stomped her way over to him

“you still mad at me?” He asked and y/n just nodded before leaning down sticking an frownie face sticker on his shirt and stomping back into the house “HEY… take that back!” He yelled after her but she just carried on walking

“What the hells that sticker about?” Steven asked as Jeremiah laughed knowing exactly what had happened due to y/n’s drunken confession the night before the others arrived

“y/n and Conrad have this thing that started out as a joke Everytime they hooked up y/n would give him at sticker saying good job or some bull shit hence the stickers on the back of his phone. And what I’m guessing is either they had shitty sex last night or he’s pissed her off, Am I right Connie?”

“Shush it jere.”

Conrad quickly rushed into the house while the others giggled and Taylor spouted how adorable it was. He found her in this room wearing just his shirt over his favourite bikini of hers it as black with little pink hearts on it “I’m going for a swim.” She said brushing past him but he caught her arm just in time

“Sit.”

Just that one syllable had her like putty in his hands “now you gonna quit pouting?” He asked sternly as she sat on the edge of his bed while he towered over her but y/n was a brat so of course he wasn’t going to get his way. She shook her head looking up at him through her eyelashes

“I’m gonna ask you one more time Doll and I suggest you think about your answer a little more… are you gonna quit pouting?” His hand came to her chin titling her head up to force her to look at him

“No!”

Conrad sighed turning on his heels and closing the door being sure to lock it before walking back over to her “why do you have to make things so difficult?” He asked him a soft humm at the end of his sentence. Y/n had nothing to say she was just trying to push his buttons as he had done hers earlier “what’s wrong doll you’re always so mouthy why not this time?”

She rolled her eyes “because you’re an ass!” She said standing up and cocked his head to the side

“Oh is that so?” Y/n just nodded making her way to the door but Conrad caught her arm pulling her back and smashing his lips into hers. The kiss was desperate. He kissed her like it would be his last. Like it was the only thing keeping him going. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her hands tangled into his hair while his hands were on her waist pulling her impossibly close. She’d hardly noticed that he’d backed her onto the bed behind them.

“You gonna stop being such a brat?” He mumbled into the kiss but she’s couldn’t say a world. She didn’t need to. He already knew his answer.

Conrad’s hands sliding under her shirt she shivered from the coldness suddenly on her skin “can I?” He asked y/n nodded letting him take her shirt off. It made her smile the way he was still so polite. Even after all this time. He still asked like it was the first time. Like he didn’t know she’d let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Conrad re-connected there lips his hands reached down to untie her bikini bottomed as his lips trailed down to her neck she let out a soft wine as he found her sweet spot. “Up.” He mumbled into her neck telling her lift her ass up so he could pull them down and discarding them somewhere in her room before moving to her shirt as he continued sucking marks on her neck.

Y/n grabbed the bottom of his shirt attempting to pull it off only to let out a whine when she couldn’t get it off “take it off.”

Conrad moved away from her neck “say please.” He teased

“please… it’s not fair I’m underneath you in nothing you’re still fully clothed.” She said he laughed before pushing himself up off her before getting rid of any clothes left on him.

“Better?” She nodded before he moved back in between her legs. He left a trail of open mouthed kisses down her chest to right were she needed him the most before pressing a kissed against

“Connie.” She purred his name as he blew hot air over her swollen clit before diving in. his tongue traced her folds before he lapped at her clit. Y/n back arched off the bed, electricity bolting through her nerves. Her hands flew to tug at his hair as he lapped at her clit feverishly so Desperate to taste her. He caught her off guard slipping a digit into her, groaned into her when your legs locked around his head, securing him in place. Not that he needed it. He’d stay here forever if she’d let him.

“Please Connie.” She moaned his fingers pumped in and out of her while his tongue made work on her clit. her thighs tremble and eyes roll back into her head. One hand grip the sheets her knuckles white, while the other tugged at his locks. The pressure in her abdomen built but so does something else, something deeper at the same time. Conrad took note pulling away “you taste just Devine doll but I’m not sure you deserve to cum today.” He said as she whimpered at the loss of contact.

She watched as he stripped himself of his underwear “Darling you’re so pretty it hurts.” He said leaning down it kiss her again “are you sure you wanna?” He asked y/n nodded if she wasn’t so worked up she’d of told him how cute it was that he was still taking care of her “need words Doll.” She groaned growing impatient

“yes I’m sure.” Conrad leaned down to kiss her once more before he lined himself up with her entrance before he sank into her both of them gasping at the feeling.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned. She was appreciative of his slow thrusts her constant wines were evident of that. Conrad brought his hand to her mouth shoving two of his fingers into her mouth

“As much as I love hearing my name from that pretty little mouth or yours you gotta keep quite or everyone is gonna hear.” He said stifling a moan himself she nodded her legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer as his hips rocked back and forth “Fuck y/n.” He groaned in her ear as she clenched around him. His free hand moving from her mouth and wrapping around her throat squeezing slightly as his hips moved faster

“Fuck Connie… I’m close.” She managed biting her lips to stop herself from screaming out “You're close, huh Doll? You gonna cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?" Each one of his words brings her closer and closer to the edge, and all it takes is his thumb massaging against her clit to push her over. Everything goes tight. She cry out a high-pitched moan, whispering Conrad’s name over and over because it's the only word She can manage to say. She clench hard around his cock, but his pace never slows which makes the pleasure almost painful. Her thighs are trembling where they're wrapped around his torso and her hands curl into the sheets.

“God you look so pretty like that.” His thrusts start to grow uneven and His breaths become sharp as he snaps his hips against hers until finally he releases a strained moan from low in his throat and stills inside her, spilling his cum into her. His head drops to the crook of her neck momentarily pressing light kisses over the marks he’d previously left. He pulled out of her rolling onto his back next to her.

“Maybe I need to piss you off more.”

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[trash-but-respectable-trash]

First of all, I like your blog! Second, I have a request: all the boys go to McDonalds with MC. Imagine how funny it would be to see 9 demons, 2 angels, and one shady sorcerer going to a fast food chain, ordering greasy and salty foods, and maybe getting a Kids Happy Meal from MC? Lol

Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying my blog!

PS: sorry this took so long I wrote this in one night and completely forgot to post it after that

A trip to McDonald’s with the brothers (chaotic)

Lucifer:

- This man is way too sophisticated to have eaten at McDonald’s before (expect all the times Diavolo forced him to go when they were in the Human World, but his brothers do not need to know that) he really likes their McNuggets

- Obviously going to McDonald’s with Diavolo and Barbatos AND going with you and his brothers are two COMPLETELY different things

- He doesn’t even get to eat his food as he’s too busy screaming at his brothers. When they finally calmed down his food was cold and his McFlurry melted :(

Mammon:

- You know this man needs to make money one way or another at every possible occasion

- How can this dummy tries to make money you you ask? Well, by standing right in front of the McDonald’s playground and telling kids it’s 10$ to enter, of course (just pretend they still exist if they don’t exist anymore at your local McDonald)

- So instead of witches being angry at Mammon, it’s parents that are mad at him and chasing him out of the restaurant while all the kids are crying. Good job Mammon!

Leviathan:

- It doesn’t matter if Levi is at McDonald’s or at the fanciest restaurant in the country, he’s still gonna wear his headphones and play on his phone, that’s pretty much it

- Or that was his plan until he saw the cute figurines in the display that came with Happy Meals as he was about to order. He needs them and he needs them all right now!

- Somehow persuaded all of his brother to get an Happy Meal so he could get as many figurines as possible

- Imagine his reaction when the staff told him that they can’t sell Happy Meals to people over 12 years old. Let’s just say that he was very close to summoning Lothan

- Fortunately for literally everyone in the entire city, his amazing brother has a special power that makes him able to seduce anyone

- So as the amazing brother that he his, Asmodeus used his charming power to make the cashier give Levi every type of figurines they had in the store... and he conveniently did it while Lucifer was busy hanging Mammon by his feet on the McDonald’s sign outside no one dared question it, not even the staff

Satan:

- This one is just eating his meal in silence, appreciating the chaos unfolding in front of him

- Until Beel spilled half of his Coke on Satan’s new book

- And as anyone with a will to live would, Beel started running for his life inside the McDonald’s playground as Mammon yelled at him that he owed him 10$ now for entering without paying

- Meanwhile, Belphie suddenly woke up from his 100th nap of the day, sensing that his twin was in danger

- Right as Beel was getting up from the slide, Belphie got in front of it getting hit by Satan, as he was sliding full speed, sending them both to the floor, leaving Beel enough time to hide until Satan calmed down

Asmodeus:

- Eww this man won’t eat McDonald’s food ever. The food is way too greasy and it would make his skin breakout. We cannot have that!

- Lucifer asked him what he was gonna eat instead

- Luckily, Asmo spotted a fancy sushi place two blocks away and that’s right where he’s heading

- Also, everyone should be thankful that Asmo stayed long enough to be able to seduce the cashier, otherwise no one would have been able to eat their food, it being McDonald’s or sushi

- As soon as his job is done, he leaves to get some sushi and you’re free to join him, of course!

Beelzebub:

- Well, before the accident with the Coke and the book happened, Beel was having the time of his life. There’s so much to choose from the menu!

- Yeah, he gets everything from the salads to the desserts and everything in between, including all the drinks

- That’s actually why Satan’s book ended up being ruined. With more and more food being placed on the table, by very annoyed employees, an accident was bound to happen

- It took Beel only one false move to have his life flashed before his eyes and running down to the kids playground

- Yeah, next time Beel’s gonna take a table all to himself

Belphie:

- Belphie ate his food super fast so he could sleep for longer

- He took a normal size meal and a McFlurry. Nothing too special

- As soon as he finished his meal, he pushed everything on the table aside, not even bothering to disposed of his food tray. As long as there’s space for his pillow on the table, he doesn’t care

- He was sleeping really well, dreaming of coming back to the human world with only you and his twin this time, when he suddenly woke up, sensing that his brother was in danger

- Without even fully waking up, he walked straight to the slide, ready to sacrifice himself

- After being thrown on the floor, he didn’t even bother to get up and just took a nap there, sleeping peacefully knowing that his twin was safe for now at least

The datables + Luke will be in another post!

[knuckles-apr]

Phantom Troupe road trip hcs

Im on a road trip myself right now. Guess which character is the most autobiographical. Or don’t, you probably don’t care. The characters I don’t care about aren’t here. This was written and posted on mobile, so format might be weird and I didn’t care to fix every mistake. Capitalization isn’t consistent.

**nsfw themes in hisoka’s blurb, it’s at the end and exaggerated for comedy**

Chrollo: Has to pee more than anyone else in the car. He refuses to do it on the side of the road, even though he’s endowed with the right equipment. When everyone yells at him that he just went, he’ll ignore the hate and stare straight ahead. Will insist that hisoka gets the front seat. “Machi, don’t be heartless, he gets carsick”

Feitan: he won’t eat any of his snacks until the drive back. He gets off on everyone else being jealous that he still has food. Gets a window seat with plenty of legroom, cause everyone knows it’s not worth an argument. He’s gonna be sour no matter what. He also is incredibly mean when stops have to be made. To normal people, getting mad at bathroom breaks seems like an incredibly hypocritical thing to do, as we all have to go at some point. But feitan is in no danger of having to pee any time soon. He’s extremely dehydrated. For some fucking reason, idk. In any case, you must decide what’s more important to you: not pissing yourself, or his good opinion.

Phinks: one of the drivers. He will fall asleep if he doesn’t have the bag of pretzels on the middle console at all times. Or at least that’s what he threatens. He’s the one farting, look no further. He and Shalnark are both super pumped to see some hum-dee-dum roadside attraction that no one could give a rat’s ass about. “Guys, come on, it’s the worlds first city in America to have a Hot Dog Mayor, and you’re really trying to rob yourselves of the chance to meet him?”

Shalnark: he’s got the mad libs and the Pringle’s. He also has a bunch of those huge bulky adapters to make sure his PSP and whole ass Wii U will be charged. He’s the one raising the mood in the car and defending chrollo even tho he knows it’s wack that the man pisses this much. His gas station candy choices are super weird; they all have some weird gimmick or overly complicated way to eat it, as well as several different components that double as choking hazards. I’m other words, he buys the “watermelon toilet bomb with a mystery flavor hidden in the bowl! Now in blue flavor!” He could have died on Everest’s summit and have less blue lips.

Shizuku: just does not understand mad libs

Shalnark: ok! I need a plural noun!

Shizuku: Easter Sunday!

Shalnark: ok anyone else

They purposely wait until she’s asleep to play mad libs. She also has to pee a lot, but she’s spared the embarrassment of having to ask every time since they’re already stopping for chrollo. Will unintentionally bring up a super controversial topic of conversation, and not bother to listen to the ensuing havoc. When the dust settles, the rest will realize she’s been asleep for the last hour and a half

Nobunaga: gets stuck with the middle seat every time. He only gets to drive when phinks needs a break. His phone is dead. He forgot his headphones. Uvo borrowed his neck pillow and won’t give it back. He just got a call; his VCR was repossessed. He gets up when they stop at a gas station, and finds out he was sitting on an open Milky Way. His kimono is ruined. His spirit is broken. His excitement to see Ol’ Faithful is the only thing keeping him sane. Wait until someone bothers to tell him they’re not going to Yellowstone

Machi: she gets the front seat every time. Everyone knows that. but somehow, Hisoka got it this time. She sits in the back with her lips as thin as her patience for hisoka’s aux privileges. Unfortunately for everyone, chrollo is a huge fan of They Might be Giants. The same songs are played over and over again the whole trip. Machi weeps as she has to fend for herself in the back against uvo and his aggressive sleep tendencies

Paku: is somehow thriving. Took a fulfilling nap, activated her credit card, and is finally getting around to listening to that album she’s been meaning to get to. This free time is her vacation. She packs light, isn’t any trouble, is quiet for most of the time and is happy to trade seats if someone’s throwing a fit. She’s the ideal travel partner.

Uvo: has a super comfortable neck pillow

Hisoka: He’s almost coming his pants thinking about how mad the rest of the troupe will be when he finally reveals that he left his luggage back home. He doesn’t even like They Might be Giants, he just knows how much machi hates them. He can feel her blood lust from the back and he can hardly contain his boner. Phinks, I say this as a friend, please make sure your pretzel grabbing hand doesn’t stray too far from home