#ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇǫᴜᴇʟ. ( v: post canon )

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@barmitzvahed ------ STAN URIS / CONTINUED.

       “yeah, well, i’m ATHEIST and i don’t believe it either. but hey, whatever noah says goes.” she pauses. “i never believed in santa, but that’s probably because i caught my dad putting stuff under the tree one night when i was like five.”

[lakewoodsecond-blog]

❛ Is this a bootycall? ❜

@lakewoodfourth —— QUESTION MEME.

       “—hmm, it wasn’t. but if you want it to be, i’m definitely not gonna say no.” she leans back into her pillows, biting the inside of her cheek as she holds the phone against her ear. “i wouldn’t be opposed to getting out of bed and driving over there if it meant i’d get to crawl in bed with you.”

[lakewoodsecond-blog]

what was it like to search for noah? how'd it feel to nearly lose your best friend because you were a petulant child, hurt because someone didn't return your feelings, and brought a killer to lakewood? do you ever wonder what would've happened if you'd been just a little too late?

anonymous —— SEND AUDREY ANONS ABOUT HER WORST MEMORIES.

       her hands begin to shake at the thought. there are a lot of things she can’t quite forgive herself for yet, but this is absolutely the one that shakes her the most. she’s finally told herself that, probably, piper would have found lakewood without her, that she would have started killing people to get to emma no matter what she’d done. maybe it wouldn’t have happened so quickly, or maybe so many people wouldn’t have died, but she believes, truly, that piper would have found emma anyway.       what she can’t forgive herself for— probably ever— is the impact that her actions had on noah. she wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, swearing she can hear the sound of him screaming underground. sometimes when he’s talking to her, she can see flashes of blood on his stomach, coating his hands, and dirt falling off his clothes.

       she never stops seeing the look on his face when they opened that box and zoë was inside, eyes fogged over and skin pale. she never stops seeing the way he looked after he stayed up all night, unable to sleep after watching riley bleed to death on top of the police station. she knows she doesn’t deserve him. she did that to him. she brought piper here because of some stupid revenge plot on emma, and she’s to blame for everything that’s happened to noah. and he doesn’t fault her for any of it.

       what she doesn’t let herself think about is the alternative to their reality, about not being able to find noah in time. she doesn’t let herself think about digging him up to find him lifeless, having to bury her best friend and soul mate because of some bullshit crush on her straight best friend. because if she thinks about that, she isn’t sure she’ll come back from it as easily as the nightmares she already has. she can handle these. she’s not sure she can handle the thought of noah being dead. 

       she always appears to be strong, though, even when she’s falling apart— even when she’s tearing herself apart— and she clenches her jaw shut, eyes narrowing. she doesn’t say that it was the worst night of her life, that she’s never felt herself shake like that before. even when her mom…       “you wanna find out what it felt like?” she snaps, fingers grasping onto the phone in her hand so hard she thinks it might break in half. “because when i found out who you are, i’ll find the person you care about most, bury them in a box, and let YOU find them. and you won’t be as lucky as i was.”

[lakewoodsecond-blog]

19. …crying.

@lakewoodfourth —— KISS AUDREY.

       god, she can’t stand it when brooke cries. it causes her chest to ache, her stomach to twist, and her fingers to twitch. she tries desperately to think of something to do, something to say, and sometimes she’s at a loss. today she’s at a loss. so when brooke’s lips touch hers and she knows she can do something, her strong arms curl around her and pull her close as she returns her kiss.

       maybe it doesn’t actually help as more than a distraction— maybe brooke doesn’t find comfort in audrey’s embrace but rather something to take her mind off things— but for now, audrey’s content with that. her feelings don’t matter as much as making sure that brooke’s okay. not right now.

[lakewoodsecond-blog]

4. …against a wall.

@lakewoodfourth —— KISS AUDREY.

       normally she’s the one who’s impatient, the one who’s grabbing frantically onto brooke and kissing her until their lips hurt, so it’s surprising when brooke’s the one who shoves her back against the wall, when she’s the one having to grasp desperately at brooke’s clothes as she tries to catch up to the kiss. she’s not complaining, though. she’s very easily and very obviously affected, hands tugging brooke closer as a low, weak groan escapes her throat.

       the first time brooke tries to pull away audrey releases a low whine, hands grasping at her jaw to guide her close again. it’s not until she needs to breathe that she finally lets the shorter girl pull away from the kiss, and she’s already aching for another. “—what was that for?”

[lakewoodsecond-blog]

[ stare ] / from chloe. #twinning? 👀

@andsurvived —— NO LONGER ACCEPTING / DOMINANCE MEME.

       normally she’d snap at someone for staring at her like that— I’M THE ONE WHO KISSED A GIRL— but this time it’s different. it’s weird. because the girl staring at her isn’t just some girl, it’s a girl with her face. for a long moment she assumes that she’s dreaming, or maybe even that she’s slipped into some weird hallucination, one of those surprise: you’re the killer reveals. when she blinks and nothing changes, however, her eyebrows tug together and she presses her lips into a thin line.

       “—you’re not… here to tell me that you were adopted and that you just found out who your real parents are, are you?” that’s a movie trope she’d never seen coming.