#ALYSSA. WHY DID THAT MOVIE FUCK LIKE IT DID

[greenpaths]

remember how I watched puss in boots 2 like 4 times in the span of a month. that movie made me feral

[samonroegf]

getting high with sam for the first time

f!reader. suggestive moments but no smut, fluff if you squint, angstish, childhood best friends to strangers to lovers? idk i just love him. veronica ( a character i made up) is used to replace alyssa bc she's a weirdo lol. lotta emotions, pals. 3.8k ᝰ masterlist

you'd known you wanted to try weed for a while now, it was just a bit intimidating. there's also the fact that you're 18 and you still haven't tried it, some might call you a pussy, but you just like to be precautionary.

there was the anti-drug commericals and your father breathing down your neck about being a functioning member of society. the pressure has become too much. you can't help but remember some of the stoner movies you've seen and they seemed so carefree.

so you started to concote the perfect plan, you'd never gotten in trouble, never even tardy for school. when your parents monthly business trip comes up, you knew exactly what you had to do.

invite sam monroe over for the first time in four years, and ask him to teach you how to get high.

so you think about your childhood best friend turned stranger, sam monroe. he wasn't the nicest, especially after his parents’ divorce. but there was also the fact that he had a soft spot just for you. and supposedly everyone knew, you hadn't witnessed this soft spot in a long time, so you hoped it made him a little nicer. you can't even recall why, maybe a kid crush or something. maybe you never knew at all.

you cleaned your room, made it all nice and hid some of your stuffed animals. if you were to invite sam over, you couldn't look like even more innocent than you already did.

on that fateful friday afternoon, you kissed your parents and bid them farewell. the pair completely oblivious to what their perfect little girl would be up to. a somewhat devious smile played on your lips.

you had harboured some kind of school girl crush on sam, since the two of you grew distant. he was mysterious and quiet now, you wish you knew him. wish you never would have let him slip out of your hands.

maybe that can change, maybe you can sew up the tattered thread of a connection. you wanted to laugh at yourself, you're so worked up about sam fucking monroe. the boy that you used to play in the mud with, but then again you're not just little kids anymore. things were definitely complicated. maybe more than you realized.

you couldn't help but start to pace around your room a bit, what if he said no? what if he just refused to come over? maybe you should cook something enticing, give him a extra reason? you had the weed and rolling papers already, courtesy of josh. you hated talking to him, but he had what you needed.

you walked over to the home phone hanging on the wall, and then to the clock on the stove. 6:30 p.m. the green digits stared back at you. this was a once in a lifetime chance so you swallowed your anxiety and picked up the receiver.

you dialed sam’s mom’s number, having it memorized like it was your own mother's. there was always some part of sam in your head, always stuck with you like a lover slain.

you waited patiently for someone to answer the phone, your heart beating louder than your ears could stand. you were sure this was the dumbest you'd ever felt.

“hello, kimball residence, who am i speaking with?” robin kimball, sam's mother, sounded tired. the kind of exhaustion you onlly get when you hate your life.

“hi robin! it's y/n! i was wondering if you could, uh, get sam for me?” your voice was shaky, but you hoped that she wouldn't pay it too much mind. or that she didn't notice it all.

“oh y/n! it's so nice to speak with you, how have you been?” her voice perked up once she realized who you were. always having been like a second mom to you, during your friendship with sam, guess the whole family has a soft spot for you.

“oh, I'm okay! i was just thinking of sam, and wanted him to come hang out, maybe have a sleepover like we used to!” you tried not to sound so childish, but perhaps it was working in your favor. excitement bleed into your tone, maybe hope too.

robin sighed a little, a mix of sadness and apprehension, “i can try to get him on the phone, but I can't make any promises.”

that confused you. but considering how sam acted at school, you couldn't imagine he was any easier at home.

“what do you want?” his voice felt like venom and ice, but you tried to ignore it.

“i, uh, i have some, uh, i have some w-” your stuttering didn't get you very far, sam was a very impatient boy.

“would you just spit it out,” he sounded less mad, and more just irritated. you imagined he probably dragged a hand down his face.

“sorry, I'm sorry. i just have some weed and wanted u to come over. you don't have to, I don't wanna bother you. bye, sam.” you rambled this out as fast as you possibly could and hung up just as quick.

your nerves and his mean tone became just a little too much, you'd never heard him talk to you like that. you didn't know him anymore. that hurt your heart, much more than you would like to admit. it was a fact, had been for quite some time but something about witnessing it with your own ears. it was real now.

sam stomped up the stairs to his room, closing and locking the door with a slam. he ran his hands through his hair, tugging on the black and blue strands.

“who the fuck does she think she is?” his voice was mingled with various emotions, he couldn't figure them out nor did he really want to.

“doesn't talk to me for four fucking years and then one day just calls me up and asks to hangout?” he's trying to keep his voice to a low mumble. as to not bother his younger siblings, even if he couldn't really stand them.

“tells my mom she wants a sleepover?” he almost wanted to go over there just to give her a piece of his mind. he kicked a box on the floor, and it shot across the room against a wall. he heard peter stomping down the hallway to yell at him, and slipped out of his window. a common practice these days.

he was dressed in cargo pants, his boots and a sweatshirt with the rolling stones logo printed in black and white. he was cursing under his breath, as he made the walk.

he couldn't believe her audacity, but then why would she call him unless he was the only one she could call. that had to be bullshit, she had plenty of friends. ten times more than what sam had.

he kicked a rock and lit a cigarette as he continued down the street, he hated that he could still remember the fastest way to her house. her perfect little house, with a perfect little family.

it was only just then that her words settled, like rain through a fog. i just have some weed and wanted u to come over. you don't have to. why would she have weed, unless her perfect little life wasn't so. course, could have been a lie to get him here. could be a prank, but she was never one to be nasty like that. or at least he hoped she wouldn't steep so low.

he had about a million questions that are going through his head, but the one that stuck out the most, why me? why would she call me out of everyone? it's not like sam was the only stoner in their school, but she still wanted him to come over. it made him puff on the cigarette a little faster.

sam stopped in the middle of the street for a moment, staring at the moon and sun that were now able to be seen at the same time. there was some poetry in this but he didn't want to fucking hear it.

he tried to shake his head of all these thoughts as he walked up the stairs to her front door. at the very bottom, you can still see paint marks of her and his handprints from when they moved in. sam was the first friend she made, he remembers her telling him, they'd be friends forever. feels like a cruel joke now.

you sat on your bed looking anxiously at the baggie that stood out on your bedside table. the nightstand a white wood with a pink lamp, and covered in literature. the weed looked weird and out of place next to them.

the slam of the front door and stomps crawling up the stairs brought you out of thoughts, sam standing in your doorway. he leaned against the wood, just looking at you. he looked pissed, but you were unsure if that was just his neutral expression at this point.

“you called.” he barely uttered two words to you, but you couldn't help the growing smile that stretched your lips.

“i wasn't sure if you'd actually show up!” you wished you didn't sound so happy, it was weakness he was bound to attack. you hoped your best friend, sammy was still in there, somewhere.

“what can i say? free weed, can't let that kind of offer go.” he chuckled as he spoke, and it was almost like you knew him again. but you didn't, he was a stranger in your bedroom, while your parents were hours away at this point.

he almost wanted to break something, he had so many questions, so much to say but now that he was in front of her, he wanted nothing more than to push it all aside. this wasn't like this normally, usually anger was so easy to hold onto. this time, it was like he never had any to begin with.

he slowly wandered into the room, looking over everything you had displayed. you prayed he didn't open the closet and get assualted by plushies. the thought almost made you want to giggle.

he was stuck, stuck holding a picture in his hand. he hadn't seen the polaroid in four years. a cheesing sam stared back at him, so free and fun. your arms were tight around him, couldn't be older than six and you were smiling just as big.

as you came to stand next to him, you looked at the picture in his hand. you were being torn between crying and laughing. it's such a cute picture, one that you thought you'd show your kids one day. but those thoughts were one of a silly little girl who believed that sam would always be by your side. you felt stupid, mad and sad all at once.

“i remember this day,” sam's voice sounds faraway, like he is scared to talk at all. like the picture and you would disappear, and he'd wake up from another dream.

“it was the day our dad's built your pool, and we played all day long.” he finished, looking from the photo to you. it was the first time he's really looked at you. his blue eyes peering into yours, you felt naked under his stare.

“yeah, and we had ice cream and it got everywhere,” you chuckled sadly, this felt like a reunion with a lover rather than a friend. you looked away back to the picture in his hand, taking it you put it back on your mirror. as he watched your hands, he noticed it wasn't the only picture of the two of you. you kept every single one, always one to cherish every memory, even if it hurts more than it helps.

“why do you still have them?” his voice is barely above a whisper like he's scared to hear the answer.

“i always hoped you'd come back, that we'd go back to old times. feels kinda stupid to say out loud” you laughed, bringing your arms around yourself trying to bring yourself some comfort.

you're looking at all the pictures, too scared to see what expression is resting on sam's face now.

“well, I'm here, aren't I?” you finally turned to look at him, your eyebrows creased in worry or concern. you weren't sure. his hand comes to rest on your shoulder, it's awkward and comforting all the same.

“would you have ever came if I didn't call? if i didn't have weed?” your voice might break if it shakes anymore, your tongue sucks over your teeth in anxiety.

“wait, don't answer that. i don't want the answer. i don't think you miss me the way i miss you.” you interrupted him. the second half of your words came out mumbled as you walk away from him and sit on the bed. a tear slid down your face, and it makes a bitter laugh come out of you. you've never wanted someone so close and so fucking faraway from you. you wioed it away and hoped he didn't see it. weakness was not an option.

“you don't get to do this,” his voice is quiet, but you were sure that it wouldn't stay that way.

“you don't get to cry and put words in my mouth, you have no fucking idea how i feel.” he raised his voice a bit and you just rolled your eyes at him. he came to sit opposite to you on the bed.

“yeah, you're right. but you also never fucking talked to me. you were my best friend one day and then avoiding me the next. how the fuck do you think that's gonna make me feel? hell, how the fuck can you just do that to someone.” you were yelling too now, staring at him with so much anger. you weren't even really that mad, you were just hurt.

“that is not what fucking happened. you became friends with josh, that's what happened,” his eyes narrowed at you and you wanted, well you don't know what you want but this is definitely something that needed to happen. josh had been a bully in middle school, i guess much hasn't changed.

“excuse the fuck out of me? i did no such thing, i was friends with veronica. i was friends with her, and then you left. and i know, yes, i know that you fucked vee. you left me, and that wasn't enough.” you were seething at this point, barely able to remember why you even missed him in the first place. you got off the bed, not even being able to look at him.

“i did not fuck veronica. who told you that? let me guess, veronica?” your head whipped in his direction, you stopped in your tracks.

your cheeks warmed as you realized you may have been fed incorrect information, “you didn't? but she and josh both told me on seperate instances.” you felt stupid, you came to sit on the bed again. a sheepish look on your face.

“no, i didn't fuck veronica. are you stupid?” the anger in the room begin to fizzle out, and you smacked his shoulder, “don't say that, I'm not stupid.” you gave him a fake angry look and looked at your feet.

you'd been lied to for four years, four years where sam didn't have be alienated. four years where your best friend could be beside you.

“why’d you stop coming around, then? if it wasn't cause of that? ” the fear of rejection injected to your veins. your lip was tightly pulled between your teeth, an anxious habit. your eyes looked from him to your hands as you waited for him to answer.

“somebody told me you hated me and didn't want me around anymore.” his voice was distant like he couldn't believe his own words. “told me you were just friends with me out of pity.”

“now you're the stupid one.” you laughed dryly, trying to make light of the situation. you bumped your shoulder into his.

“hell, i might be. i doubt if you hated me you'd keep all those cheesy momentos.” he chuckled and you could have savored the feeling that went through your chest. he might be better than any high that weed could give you. if you didn't have a bit of love for him before, you definitely do now.

you felt like a tornado of emotions, you didn't know what was to happen now.

some time passed in silence, you both unsure of what was to happen next. years of pushed down feelings that no longer have a sense of direction.

anxiety creeped up your back, looking at sam he's just looking at you. a slight smile on his lips, it's a sight you could get used to.

“what?” you laughed a bit out of embarrassment.

“you’re just pretty.” his voice was soft and you kinda wanted to throw up. how could all this happen and he can just have the audacity to compliment you. you dropped eye contact but a similar smile could now been seen on your face.

“so, we're good now?” you spoke, eyes glued to the floor. you didn't think you could keep from kissing him, if he kept looking at you like that.

“we’re so good. you ready to smoke?” sam smiled some, and layed back on the bed. his arms falling above his head, he stared at the ceiling. life is just some game, and he's pretty sure he just won big. he felt somewhere between being on cloud nine and being the dumbest motherfucker he's ever met. he can't believe he believed josh about some stupid rumor, instead of just coming to you.

“so, actually the thing about that, i don't know how. i called you so you could teach me because i trust you.” warmth gathered on your cheeks again.

he leans up on one arm to look at you, and he smiles real big, teeth and all. his tongue crossing his lips as he laughs a bit. it was clear though, he wasn't laughing at you, just laughing at the situation. but still you must tease him, make up for lost time.

“sammy, don't laugh at me.” before you could stop yourself, the nicknames spilled out of your lips. a nickname sam hadn't heard in some time and it made his heart skip a beat.

“babe, it's not my fault, you make it so easy.” there he was again, undressing you with his eyes. whether it be intentional or not, you weren't sure. his cheeks glowed a little pink and you couldn't help but giggle. it's fair game at this point. you never knew sam as someone to use alot of pet names, is he trying to pick you up?

“yeah, well, you're blushing, dork.” it was a dumb retort, and on top of it all you stuck out your tongue at him. crossing your arms like the brat that you are. it seemed your question answered itself. you were somewhere between friends and lovers, and that scared the shit out of you.

“no I'm not.” he said incredulously, like it was something that was physically impossible. he quick to get off the bed, pushing at his cheeks in the mirror.

you're happy to skip up beside him, “yeah, you are, it's like you have a crush on me or something." you giggled. another thing that should have been left unsaid, spoken by you again. it was necessary, you had to know the truth. it felt like life or death, at this moment.

he stands up beside you, and it's only then that you notice he's got at least half a foot on you. it feels intimidating when he smirks at you.

“what if i do? maybe i like to make cute girls squirm,” his hands come to rest on your hips, and you were sure you were gonna faint, have a heart attack, or maybe die.

“sam, what are you doing.” it wasn't a question, cause you didn't want the answer.

“i'm touching you, is that okay?” you can't help but dumbly nod. he leaning towards you and you let him. his lips are soft against yours, and he pulls you closer. his smell and taste was intoxicating. you were sure if you were dead, this would be what heaven felt like.

your hands come to rest on his chest, letting him kiss you a bit longer before pushing him away.

“i-i think we should smoke, yeah, i think we should do that.” you weren't even sure what you were saying at this point. but you didn't want to just get him back and immediately jump into bed. you're not ready for that yet.

“whatever you want, doll.” he presses one soft, chaste kiss to your forehead and walks towards the weed and the rolling papers. you were almoat confused as you followed him back to the bed, who is this man? you wanted to kick your feet and acream into your pillow.

you watch as his skilled, ring-clad fingers pushed the weed into the white papers. you thought you might have a health issue when his tongue dipped over his lips to wet the paper. your reaction doesn't go unnoticed by him, so he just chuckles and finishes sealing the joint.

“now, what you're gonna do, and I'll demonstrate too. put the paper between your lips,” he explained everything in excruciating detail, and it made your legs clamp together a little. you needed more self control, maybe, but you weren't going to let all this get to you. not this fast, it wasn't fair.

setting the paper between his lips, he pulled a lighter out of his pocket, it was white all the plastic wrap has been picked off of it.

“when you hit it, take small puffs, breathe in and then exhale, like this okay?” he making eye contact with you as he does so.

he hands you the joint and you hope it helps you recollect yourself. you do exactly as he said and did, and somehow still end up coughing up a lung. irritated eyes making contact with his playful ocean ones.

“try again, it'll get easier, you're just a baby stoner.” he rubbed your back a little, and you tried again. this time it went down smoothly and you could feel something as soon as you exhaled. you hand him the joint and watch his expert smoking habits.

you never knew how hot someone smoking could be, but here he was. sam, your sam, looked like some bad boy in a teen cliche film. you never knew why girls would go for guys like this, but now you got it.

the two of you spent the rest of the night recalling stories, watching comfort films and laying in his arms. he held you tight, and smoked you out until you were nothing but a giggly, high mess. he got decently stoned himself and you feel asleep like that.

[allaboutnayeli]

May I request something with Ms. Ashley Sanchez please? I’ll take anything

most annoying person ever [a.sanchez x reader]

prompt: ashley claims to hate you, but one day the lines blur.

author notes: my first angst-y type fic and i felt it fits ashley so well. two people asked for ash so i had to give it. hope y'all enjoy!

you and ashley are absolute rivals. on the pitch with ashley playing for the spirit and you for the thorns. even off the pitch, she can't seem to stand you. the way you speak, act, and hold yourself just irritates her. you consider those feelings to be mutual. the way the blonde talks with such a chill tone that felt so condescending, her aura of being nonchalant, and how she knew every button to push to make you feel like pulling out your hair.

absolutely insufferable, that's what you consider eachother. even with you both being on the national team, that hatred lingers between you two. sometimes sinking into whatever room y'all are in like a poison; it couldn't be helped with ashley and you being too stubborn to get over whatever problem y'all have with eachother. unfortunately, you two have the same group of friends so there is no avoiding eachother when you are in washington d.c. for the off season.

good thing there is a thin line between love and hate that is always close to being crossed every time you two are together.

you sit comfortably on trinity's couch as you watch some vlogger on the tv. the sound of the front door opening makes you perk up, thinking it's trin who is at the store buying snacks for tonight's movie night. "did you get the chips i wanted?" you say, not even bothering to look at the door.

"why would i do that?" the nonchalant voice of ashley says as she drops her keys on the dining table. walking past it to come sit down on the farthest part of the couch from you. the frown that creeps up on your face is quick. "i thought you were trin. why would i even ask you for something like that?" you glare at her. the blonde just roll hers eyes, leaning back on the couch pillows.

ashley looks so good today. with the blonde of her hair highlighting all the sharp features of her face. her crop top showcasing her abs and her legs looking alittle too good in those shorts. it pisses you off.

"so trinity is your servant now? you could had gone and bought your own chips," she says sharply. smiling once she hears you groan in irritation; seeing you get all bothered just satisfies something in her. "never said that. i don't see everyone else below me like you do" you snap back.

"that's how i know you're dumb because you know i don't think like that"

"do i really? don't act like i remember details about you" you say before ignoring her presence. trying to focus your attention on whatever the vlogger on the tv was saying. something about what she's cooking, you could honestly care less. you just wanted to see ashley's reaction to your words. the american player just has the same indifferent expression she always seem to hold on her face when she's around you, choosing to remain silent. that pisses you off even more.

you two just sit in silence with you watching tv (glancing at ashley) and ashley scrolling on instagram (looking at your story).

later on that afternoon, trinity comes back with the snacks. with you getting the chips you wanted.

the other girls in trin, ash, and you's friendgroup show up for the movie night too. with alyssa and savannah showing up right after trinity than sophia.

now it was time for the best part of the night, setting up all the snacks and the living room to be all cozy for the night. alyssa and savannah are on blanket duty than sophia and trinity are on snack duty. leaving you and ashley to go get pillows out of the spare room for all of the blankets. despite the hatred between you two, y'all agree to go together.

"can you back the fuck up?" you grumble as you bend over the bed to grab some pillows in the far corner. ashley stands beside you, with her hip touching yours. she can't seem to hate how close you two are right now but tells herself the sight of you so angry is what makes it enjoyable. totally not the feeling of your skin against hers. "how about.. no," ashley leans over beside you to grab pillows. her hands glazing yours. her response is plain annoying. it's just so her and you totally can't stand anything about her. "i hate how i have to restrain myself from hurting you off the pitch," you mumble as you pull back from the corner. several pillows crowding your arms.

"you actually don't. i would love a reason to punch you, but i bet you would like that. with you being pathetic and stuff like that," she taunts as she pulls back as well. a bunch of pillows sitting in her arms too. "shut your mouth" you say before walking out of the room. stopping in the hall as you almost trip over whatever trinity forgot to clean in the hall.

"what if i don't? are you going to find a way to shut me up?" ashley says nonchalantly, teasing hanging in her tone. she pushes past you just enough that a few pillows fall out of your arms.

what a bitch.

it's long into the night when ashley and you even look at eachother again. the small friendgroup of you two's have been watching movies back to back. starting off with horror movies than eventually transitioning into kid movies once everyone got too scared to go down the hall by themselves.

soon enough, the only ones left awake are you two. with trinity and sophia knocked out on the couch, alyssa cuddled up with a pillow on the floor, and savannah sleeping on the corner of the couch.

ashley is the first one to look, sparing you a glance. you can feel her eyes on you but act oblivious. not giving her the satisfaction of your eyes meeting hers. of course ashley couldn't let that be. "what? you can't look at people now?" she scoots closer to you. it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes.

"not at you. we just watched some horror, wouldn't want to get scared again" you sass back. not even mentioning how ashley was closer to you than before. your heart beat starts to pick up as you move slightly closer to her too. just so you two wouldn't disturb the others with y'all's bickering or aleast that's what you think to yourself.

"oh please, you know you enjoy seeing my face" ashley moves close enough that you two's hands meet. you don't try to move away. "says who?" you finally turn your head to face her. she was way closer than you thought. you two's faces being close enough that y'all noses could bump against eachother.

"says the way your heart is beating right now, says the way you're looking at me. i know how you are"

"you don't even know me like you think"

"that's what you think?"

"that's what i know" you say as you resist the urge to look at ashley's lips. the blonde roll her eyes. knowing damn well in the back of her mind that she knows alittle too much about you. always telling herself it was so she can easily tease you every time y'all meet.

ashley's eyes glance down at your lips, "than you must be clueless because you don't know shit."

"shut your mouth"

"make me than since you couldn't wait to hurt me off the pitch. here's your opportunity"

that sentence is all it takes for you to lean forward and kiss her. ashley at first wants to pull away to keep up the facade of hating you, but she gives in. her hand going to hold onto the back of your neck. the kiss is rough with all tongue, the buildup of arguing and bickering to seem to push through it. the feeling of ashley's hand on your skin drives you crazy. ashley was just as addicted, chasing after you once you pull away. she stops once she realizes how that looks.

"could had bit my lip a bit more if you wanted to be violent like you said," she teases as she lets go of your neck. "shut the fuck up," you stand. grabbing a pillow and a blanket as you make a move to go down the hall. determined to go into trinity's room and forget this even happened (dream about it).

"out of kisses to give? you know how to shut me up now" ashley taunts as she watches you walk away from her. just leaning back onto the pillows on the floor once she sees you walk into trinity's room.

in the morning, you come out of trinity's room to the sight of everyone awake in the kitchen. trying to make breakfast, heavy on the trying part.

you let a soft yawn as you come up to the kitchen island. sitting down on a chair there. "what's for breakfast, chefs?" you say. your eyes look over the kitchen to find ashley in the fridge. you look away once sophia speaks, "eggs and bacon. alyssa wanted pancakes but that's too much effort for right now."

"no it's not! you and trin are just lazy" alyssa says as she comes around the kitchen island to sit beside you. "if you want them so bad than make them yourself" trinity turns around from the stove to wave her spatula at alyssa. the younger player just rolls her eyes, "i'm the youngest. that's not my job."

you laugh softly and shake your head in agreement. too tired to speak. savannah also agrees with alyssa.

trinity and sophia are quick to disagree. defending their case on why alyssa should be making the food herself if she wants something. during all this your eyes are still fixed on ashley who is now looking back at you. leaning on the fridge. the smug look on her face makes you want to slap her or maybe even something alittle less violent.

after the mild fight over breakfast, you all eat it happily in the living room. watching cartoons as y'all stuff y'all faces. it wasn't much later when everyone started to get ready to head out and go shopping. trinity was the first to be done so she went out the car first. one by one everyone was leaving the apartment until ashley and you were the only two left.

"you didn't have to run away, but i know it's hard being a coward" she says as she walks past you to get to the door. you're at the table near the door, putting things in your purse.

"you could had pulled me back but okay.." you snap back, finishing up with your purse before going to the door. with ashley leaving out of it first than you after. "you would had liked that, wouldn't you?" she says against your ear once you both are standing outside of the apartment door before walking ahead to the car. leaving you to not respond, your mind full of thoughts of the night before.

the hatred from years of arguing with ashley still hangs in the air as you get in the car behind her but it's something else in the air as you sit beside her in the back seat.

[xflixer7]

all of my yellowjacket headcannons (so far)

word count is like a trillion ok i’m not counting all of this

hi it’s been 8 months i finally counted (1865 words)

lottie

she/her transfem! lesbian bottom (i wanna eat her whole)

-schizophrenic

-definitely has some type of ocd

-ptsd

-autistic because i say so

started playing soccer when she was little

will actually go insane is you steal any of her clothes if you look at her she will actually be drooling with heart eyes

plays piano

also knows violin because her parents made her take it doesn’t play is anymore though

lottie isn’t jealous but very protective

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-phoebe bridgers

-clairo

-#1 laufey fan on the world

-fiona apple

unironically knows every katy perry song by heart because she used to be her favorite when she was little

her room is huge

likes putting her hair in pigtails

golden retriever girlfriend she’s so sweet ugh and loves to spend time and money on her person you always staying at her house would literally kiss the ground the person she is dating walker on if they asked her too:((

also the worst cooker you ever met like how did you fuck up toast why is the smoke alarm going off??

favorite color is blue

lottie definitely has a hairstylist she goes too every month to get permed and there really close i can see her telling them about ALL the school drama

lottie wants write story’s when she’s older maybe romance or mystery idk but i can just imagine her having a typewriter and writing you story’s she has wanted to do it since she was a kid and is very passionate about it:((

what i think her favorite shows are:desperate housewives,american horror story,sailer moon

so scared of horror movie like she will start crying

her favorite characters are:

-emily (corpse bride)

-bree (desperate housewives)

-starfire (teen titans)

always goes on and on about how she’s bubblegum and your marceline she LOVES adventure time

her favorite movie is bridge to terabithia

lotties favorite animal is a bunny and she really wants a pet bunny

BEGS you to give her your bra and your confused but you give it too her and she makes a bracelet out of it and wears it practically every day proudly

also think that lottie is a great artist? like sketching and painting wise

nat

SAY IT WITH ME transmasc! (he/they) definitely bi because i say so

-depressed

-dyslexic

-ptsd

started playing soccer in middle school

LOVES christmas like has an unhealthy obsession with it (tries to act like he doesn’t)

northern italian knows the language pretty well also a great cook

wants to play electric guitar

his favorite (modern!) singers are

-tyler the creator

-radiohead

-alex g

-hole

-is so obsessed with mistki don’t even get me started

randomly painted his room black one day when he was bored

usually prefers his hair down

you give him haircuts he doesn’t trust anyone else someone definitely fucked up his hair once and he never went back

his favorite color is black or gray

just wants to be famous tbh but he wants to be in a band

what i think his favorite shows are:rick and morty,bojack horseman,shameless

LOVES horror movies and reality tv like 90 day fiancé and the kardashions (his guilty pleasure)

also likes claymation

his favorite characters are

-ash (fantastic mr fox)

-alyssa (the end of the fucking world)

-coraline (coraline)

his favorite movie is little miss sunshine

nat’s favorite animal is a panther he saw one in the jungle book when he was little and just thought it looked cool

always headcannoing characters as trans like finn from adventure time or jeff from clarence he’s so cute:((

nat skateboards too definitely not great at it but does it when he’s bored

jackie

(she/her) jackie is just a bratty pillow princess lesbian you can’t fool me

-adhd asf

-neurodivergent for sure

-ptsd

started playing soccer because she was bored eighth grade tbh i don’t think she likes it as much as the others but she thinks it’s fun

chronic hoodie stealer

this girl is a vegetarian for sure

jackie is jealous always period

her gay ass button ups bro

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-ariana grande her fav

-rihanna

-billie eilish

-harry styles

-lana del ray

pretty mainstream music taste

all pink room it’s very like coquette?

ponytail girl but also enjoys her hair down

favorite color is light pink duh

wants to be a makeup guru or just stay at home honestly she hates working

what i think her favorite shows are:euphoria, grays anatomy,glee,vampire diaries

i think she likes very drama files shows and will rant about tv show characters and there dynamics and why she think that there like that and etc for HOURS

ughhh jackie is such a girls girl like she is the friend who always has your back and has gum or a tampon for you she is the friend who would check you on your period

her favorite characters are:

-maddy (euphoria)

-regina (mean girls)

-winnie the pooh (she thinks he’s cute)

her favorite movie is DEFINITELY jennifer’s body

jackie is a cat lover and has 2 i can see her with a orange and a gray cat and they always fight

shauna

DEFINITELY bi (she/her)

-bipolar

-ptsd

joined soccer with jackie in eighth grade

has like thousands of boxers

russian

knows how to play saxophone (she doesn’t even know how she learned she just did) she doesn’t own one though

so jealous but never says anything (this girl cannot communicate to save her life)

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-the cranberries

was so mad when they got popular on tiktok and had to let everyone know they where her fav since day 1 (everyone knew)

-suki waterhouse

-cigarettes after sex

-never got over halsey since 2017

-the smiths

(a TRUE music lover over here)

she honestly doesn’t care how her room looks but it’s never clean

doesn’t do anything with her hair really

dark green is her favorite color

shauna’s hair may seem simple but she’s VERY picky about how it’s cut and is always worried there gonna cut it bad so she gets it cut like twice a year(she always ends up hating it)

she wants to be some sort of doctorate she’s fascinated by the human body so i can see her wanting to be a surgeon

what i think her favorite shows are:good girls, queens gambit,13 reasons why

her favorite characters are:

-velma (chicago)

-cassie (euphoria)oh the parallels…

-amy (gone girl)

her favorite movie is chicago (loves musicals)

a simple gal she really likes dogs

taissa

she/her lesbian

-anxiety

-ptsd

joined soccer in fifth grade

mixed (duh)

used to be in the marching band

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-frank ocean

-post malone

-has a soft spot for shawn mendas has all of his albums

-really enjoys 60’s music so she really likes the beetles

her room is pretty big too not huge on decorating

doesn’t care about hair like at all will wear a headband sometimes

a good girlfriend like if your cold she will give you her jacket type she has a temper never jealous either girlfriend material she’s the type you would want your kid to date y’know?

respectful to adults gets good grades and stuff

her favorite color is like a pearlescent white and everyone is like what the hell is that (she is trying to be different this is one of my favorite colors😿)

cuts her own hair thinks it’s overpriced and dumb to have someone professionally do it

tai wants to be something important like president or some shit i can see her being a lawyer

what i think her favorite shows are:the umbrella academy,big mouth,skins

tai only watches skins and euphoria type shows because she loves the drama

her favorite characters:

-hermoine (harry potter)

-patrick (perks of being a wallflower)

-nadine (edge of seventeen)

her favorite movie is the 6th harry potter movie she also thinks it’s the most underrated

she likes tigers

van

she/her and lesbian duh

-ptsd

joined soccer kinda randomly in seventh grade

irish

plays the trumpet but is kinda embarrassed by it

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-bruno mars

-tori amos

-girl in red duh

-david bowie

-was ziggy stardust for halloween when she was 8

can’t convince me her room is not painted red

doesn’t care about hair either puts in a ponytail to keep it out of her face

is a great girlfriend all the same traits as taissa except not the best at school she’s honestly surprised she graduated

favorite color is red

her uncle cuts her hair for like five bucks out of his garage also i definitely think she used to have a bowl cut when she was little

doesn’t really care about money she just wants to be happy wants to own a record store or be a professional soccer player

speaking of records she definitely has a lot of collections like lowkey a hoarder…but her stuff is cool though! like funky pops hot wheels cd’s records etc

what i think her favorite shows are:beavis and butthead, avatar, south park

mostly likes adult animation

her favorite characters are:-harley (suicide squad)-ron (harry potter)-beast boy (teen titans)

her favorite movie is the bee movie or lego batman there cinematic masterpieces

van likes pigeons for not particular reason she just thinks there funny looking

i can see van as a surfer too like her dad definitely is one also i can imagine her being really close with her dad and they have a local family business bakery:((

misty

she/her and idk her sexually like i genuinely have no idea

-autistic

-ptsd

always wanted to be on the team but knew she was bad at sports

german definitely

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-any female kpop band

-justin bieber

-pink-

melanie martenz is her favorite forever

light purple room has justin bieber posters everywhere

lowkey forgets she has hair whenever people comment on it she’s like “oh yeah!”

very obsessive of you and loves you almost too much sometimes you think it’s creepy but than your like “awww she’s so cute”

likes the color yellow

her favorite colors are brown and orange (there her favorite because she feels bad everyone calls them ugly)

i can see her being a k-pop stan too

(her bias in bts is j-hope)

also is a famous editer on tiktok and no one knows😭her username is like “gxxbflix” or some shit

literally has had one haircut in her life like it never grows?

i see her as a pharmacist

what i think her favorite shows are:walking dead,mlp,monster high

has SO many online friends

definitely loves romance anime

she’s in like every fandom ever because she wants to have online friends and be included on discord😭

plays clarinet

is in band

favorite characters:

-cruella (cruella)-alice (alice in wonderland)-edward (edward sciccor hands)

and mistys favorite movie is alice through the looking glass (because it shows the queen of hearts back story and misty loves her)

and misty likes birds duh

those are my headcannons for them i know it’s a lot but i’m obsessed ok send requests if you have any please

-🙈

[cosmicseafoam]

Randy Moore on the Sunken Teeth Co live part2

part 1 about the drop here

These wont be super in order as I'm gonna try to group them

Dividers by @wrathofrats

He's in the middle of making a record so new music soon-ish

It's not a new band, he says this is a "Randy record"

It's being produced by his friend Henry Chadwick

They'll be in the studio this weekend to record more stuff

.

Someone said "I hope you're taking care of the Mothman enamel pin I gave you" and he said he transferred it from his jacket to a pin board in his room to keep it safe so he doesn't lose it

"Do you still have the Sunken Teeth Bracelet I gave you at the SLC show?" he said "Yes I do! Anything that anybody has ever given me, I still have and I cherish cherish cherish everything that people take the time to hand me and make. 🙏🏻 I'm very appreciative. You guys are awesome"

He was fucking around a bit with a delay to make voice effects and said "I'm just trying to add some production value, y'know, just a little something, know what I'm saying?"

At one point he did something with the delay pedal and then said "never mind that was dumb and I've embarrassed myself"

He's excited to see the new Nosferatu

He doesn't have a dog but wishes he did

He's from the Bay Area

He drinks sparkling water

He's been watching The Sopranos for the first time (he's on s6)

He hasn't seen Twin Peaks

He hasn't gone to Spirit Halloween yet because he thinks he should wait for Lucy to get back from tour so they can go together

He hasn't watched Longlegs because he's "been busy doing stuff"

He's playing with Sweet Gloom in Santa Ana and San Diego on the 9th and 10th of August

He hasn't watched Over The Garden Wall

He really liked the Danzig dance scene in Abigail

If he was to get a Nightmare Before Christmas tattoo it would be of the masks that the three kids wear to represent him and his siblings

Someone said bring the 'stash back, he said "I don't think so"

He hasn't been to a Rocky Horror shadow cast and the thought scares him cause he doesn't want people to touch him while he's watching the movie

Someone asked which chipmunk he is, he said his sister Alyssa dubbed him Simon, herself Alvin, and their brother as Theodore.

He's not doing any overseas gigs any time soon

He said he's trying to recharge creatively and physically

He's an Aries

He uses the Ernie Ball regular slinky 10-46 guitar strings in the green pack

Someone asked if he plays mermaids he said "of course"

If he was a muppet he'd be "The Count. Obviously"

He has not listened to BRAT

He mains Dry Bones on Mario Cart

He likes Halloween because he thinks the weather is nicer, he likes sweater weather

He's never watched Baywatch

He gets scared of walk-through haunted houses

He is not going on the next Alkaline Trio tour

He likes Sisters Of Mercy

He has 10 or 11 guitars

He's been playing guitar since he was 11 or 12.

He takes his coffee with lots of sugar but Lucy drinks hers black which he "could never"

He doesn't know what he's gonna be for Halloween

He's not watching IWTV

He wants to visit Salem and the cemeteries in New Orleans

He has paper bats strung up on his shelf and he said "The bats keep my record collection safe. From... the sun! Idk."

He hasn't watched the new Deadpool movie

He likes The Shining

.

"I'm a real vampire, it's confirmed"

"I can fit in your pocket. I can get in there, for sure. IIIIIII can get in that pocket"

Someone asked how tall he is and between questions he said "I'm 6 feet tall", "I'm LIKE 6 feet. I don't know what I am, I haven't measured myself since I was 12 so who cares", "I'm like 6ft on a good day. People shrink, fluctuate. Who cares. Who cares about anything", "Yeah I'm like 6 feet on a good day, it's not that big of a deal. 6 feet is like NOT that tall. Maybe? I don't know", "I'm ACTUALLY 7 feet tall. Let that be the takeaway from this." and finally "I'm two bats tall."

Someone in the chat said "Basically 6ft is not 6ft, why do men lie?" and he responded "I'm sorry. I'm just- I'm just a boy"

Favourites:

Vampire movie: The Lost Boys, he later mentions it was filmed in Santa Cruz which is close to where he lives and he hangs out at the bridge sometimes

Beatles song right now is "I'm looking through you"

Chappell Roan song: Red Wine Supernova

BoyGenius song: "probably Satanist" but he really likes the first EP a lot

The Strokes song: either The Adults Are Talking or Last Nite

Cryptid: Mothman

Newer horror movie: Nope by Jordan Peele

Tattoo of his: ballerina on a tightrope or the crocodile underneath her

He owns a first pressing of Goddammit by Alkaline Trio and it's his favourite record of all time

Someone asked him to rate the 1990s ninja turtle movie out of 100 and he said "It's probably 100, it's maybe my favourite movie"

He can't pick between Creature Of The Black Lagoon and Dracula, they're his two favourites from the Universal monsters

Dogs or cats? "Dogs"

Metallica album: Master Of Puppets

Misfits song: Night Of The Living Dead or "Astro Zombies is always a favourite" and he did specify Danzig Misfits

Spirit World song: ULCER

Dracula: Bela Lugosi

System Of A Down song: Toxicity

Guitar model: Fender Jaguar

Dead Kennedys song: Kill The Poor. He said Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables is his favourite DK record.

He likes MCR, his fav album is Three Cheers and fav song is I'm Not Okay

Fall Out Boy song: Dance Dance

Fav song EVER: Sleepwalk by Santo & Johnny

Animal: Bats. No specifics, he said "I like 'em all!"

Alkaline Trio song from the new album: Shake With Me

Halloween candy: the pumpkin reeses cups

Concert: He saw Green Day do a secret show at Gilman Street which is a really small DIY venue

Thing about touring: he likes to see the friends he's made over the years cause he doesn't get to see them often

White Claw: Raspberry. He doesn't like Black Cherry so he gives those to Lucy

Cemetery he's visited: Hollywood Forever

AFI song: Fall Children

Zombie Film: Night Of The Living Dead

Horror movie actor: Boris Karloff, Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee

Pokemon: he's a Charmander guy

Place to travel: "My bed. I love sleeping"

Food: Pizza. He said he's a pineapple on pizza guy.

Liv was in the chat and ask for a toy shelf tour

Pee-wee Dracula painted by Matt Skiba, given to Randy as a gift

He has a Green Day tour poster from when Dog Party (his gf Lucy’s band) opened for them and he said “super proud of Lucy, she’s the best”

Funkos: Rivers Cuomo, Dracula (which the lady at walgreens didn't charge him for), and Twenty One pilots but he's trying to get rid of his funko pops

He’s trying not to collect things anymore

Kiss Alive figures

Ozzy bark at the moon werewolf eating a mini brand ball taco

Ninja turtles 1990 movie figures

Fake ninja turtles ice cream

Alkaline trio Campbell soup cans from the my shame is true record

Metallica figurine setup

He thinks he has about 500 records on his shelf

Someone asked for a tattoo tour and he said "that would take too long" but he did show off his arm and speed run through some of them.

tooth

flower

moth

birds

crystal ball

rose through a heart

ballerina + crocodile

bats

skeleton

panther

scorpion

His first tattoo was a mermaid on an anchor on his upper arm. Her tail is "seafoam green" which he said is his favourite colour.

Most of his tattoos are in a traditional style, but he said he's "got some crazier ones" on his leg.

Ones he didn't specifically mention but that I've seen from photos:

a broken arrow

an astronaut lady

bats on his collarbones

portrait of a lady on the back of his arm

a few random roses scattered around

a large flower on his elbow

(what looks like) a rose inside a diamond with a straight razor underneath

(what looks like) a mummy/wrapped sarcophogus

Legs:

dagger and rose

Elvis TCB lightning bolt

a small flower with a smiley face in the center

creature from the black lagoon

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

Run, rabbit, run

this had been bouncing around in my head for like 3 years now, i finally wrote it down properly, a little early Aly stuff <<3

masterlist

taglist: @risk606

TW: captivity, implied pet whump, escape attempt, manipulative whumper, restrains, gunshot, mentioned scars, very mild gore (wounds, injuries), recapture

"Seriously?" Luke sounded annoyed more than anything, a little exasperated even. Neither of which emotions he had a right to feel in Alyssa's opinion.

She managed to twist left wrist out of the metal cuff and was diligently working on freeing her other hand.

Both her lower arms were covered in blood, the restraints didn't give easily and first chafed the skin raw, then bloody. It made her left wrist slick enough to pull through at least.

The pain started to catch up with her though and the more time she spent on her right hand, the more it swelled, and it made her escape attempt practically impossible.

That's how Luke found her, he rushed down the stairs and grabbed her by the freed arm.

"This is your stupidest attempt so far" he yanked her arm closer to inspect it.

"Let me go" she tried to pull back, but he was so much stronger. The burst of adrenalin that had kept her going since she managed to free one hand had started to fade leaving only despair in it's wake. She didn't want to start crying.

"I mean you only managed to hurt yourself and for what exactly?" he scolded her with a frown.

"Fuck you, I almost did it" It was a blatant lie, fuelled by the last kick of energy she spared.

Luke glanced down at her very much still cuffed, swollen wrist and didn't feel the need to comment on it. Instead, he shook his head with a sigh.

"This can't go on forever"

"I won't stop, until I get the fuck away from here!" She struggled once more, trying to shake off his hold. This time even weaker than before.

"You're really set on that, huh?" He finally let go of her and Alyssa collapsed. She managed only a tearful glare as a response. What do you think, you monster?

"Okay, then let's make a deal" he crouched down to her level.

"What deal?" Aly asked carefully.

"Be on your best behaviour tonight, and I'll let you make a run for it tomorrow," he cupped the side of her face with one hand, almost affectionately. Aly, was much too taken aback to pull away or even notice.

"I can go? That- Why- How-?" she stammered. It couldn't be true. "You said you would never... You wouldn't. What?"

Luke chuckled with an amused smile plastered on.

"I know, what I said, but look at you" He let go of her face and gestured to her left hand "You clearly aren't going to learn, and you're so miserable you hurt yourself"

Aly noticed the slight change in his tone, that something isn't right about the way he spoke, but she couldn't ponder about it. She'd be free.

"You mean it? You really mean it?" she asked, and a fresh wave of tears welled up in her eyes, for the first time ever since she was there, they were tears of happiness.

"I mean it, you can run to your hearts desire, tomorrow morning. On the condition that you behave for me for the rest of today" She nodded eagerly.

"I'll be good. I'll do anything. Please" He laughed and let her still chained wrist free.

...

She expected he'd order her around, or make her do something horrible and humiliating to get a last kick out of her before the next morning, but all she had to do was follow him upstairs and sit quietly while him and Cole watched a movie, cuddled up on the couch.

It would've been peaceful, if she didn't feel her heart beat in her throat with excitement. She could barely focus on staying still.

She'd be free to go. The nightmare would end, and sure, she'll have the scars that will never fade, but she'd be free.

She planned to get home first, by any means, and later to the police. It made absolutely no sense that they'd just let her do that, so she'd play it safe. And go home first and foremost. She missed her family, her parents and her little brothers.

When the movie ended Luke sent her back downstairs. She barely slept a wink, and the morning light came through the small window of the basement almost too soon for her to prepare for it.

She waited with a tight knot in her stomach to hear any noise from the house that would indicate the guys were up.

Alyssa would be free.

...

She practically offers her hand for Luke to lead her out by, when he finally opens the door and walks down. He laughs at her softly and that sound twists itself into her chest like a dagger.

It still makes no sense, why the sudden change of heart, but he does lead her upstairs, gives her her pair of shoes back as promised, and through the door they go, outside the house.

She breathes in the cold autumn air as if this is her first time to experience it.

"You get a half an hour headstart" It all comes crashing down and she freezes up.

"What?" There's still a smile playing on his lips, but it turned into something sinister and cruel. There's no softness in it anymore.

"You didn't think, you could just leave that easily, right?" he asked. She did and she had never felt more stupid.

"No, you promised, if i was good..."

"...That you can run. Yes," he finished her sentence "if you get out of the forest and on the nearest road, you're free" he explained, and his smile grew into an amused grin as Alyssa seemed to shatter more with each word.

"If I catch you before that," he continued "you're coming back, I think that's fair" She paled at the thought, her face suddenly felt ice cold just mere seconds after it had burnt with shame.

"None of this is fair" she muttered in protest.

"You're right, it's not" Luke admitted with a content sigh. He stepped closer, invading her space, and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "But it's a lot of fun"

She shook her head, it was a silent plea for him to be joking, but he wasn't. Half an hour through the forest she knew nothing about.

"Which way, uhm, where- which way do I go?" she looked around anxiously.

"Any way you want, love" The answer stung like a slap.

"I mean, where's the road?" she tried again. Desperate to get at least a crumb of help that would raise her chances.

"That way" he gestured to the direction of the dirt road that led to the house through the forest.

She nodded and took a deep breath, "So what now?"

"Run" he winked and crossed his arms in front of himself lazily. "Timer starts now" Alyssa bolted.

...

She'd fallen, scratched and bruised herself up more times than she could count. She was clumsy and not used to this type of physical exertion.

The road was right there she saw the unnatural grey of the asphalt peeking through the browns and greens of the forest.

She almost started crying. She was there.

And then she hit the ground the same time as the sound of two shots fired caught up to her.

It was hard to make out what happened, she prayed, something had fallen on her head hit her head and that caused the horrible ringing in her ears. It would explain why she was on the ground all of a sudden. But her head didn't hurt.

What if she got overtly excited to see the road to freedom and tripped over her own feet.

The rustling of the leaves, crushed under a someone's boots ripped both theories to shreds immediately.

"You were so close, Aly," came the voice she hoped to never have to hear again. Luke was so close to her.

She started shaking, as her brain caught up to what had just happened. The pain from both her legs radiated through her in waves. Her heart worked in overtime to keep her alive and keep the oxygen running, she felt it beating against the ground.

"See? The road is right there," he probably pointed to the direction she was still focused on. "It only would've taken you a minute or two"

"You- you promised to let me... I ran, please, I can't-" She gathered her strength, as much there was left of it and pushed herself to crawl forward. She noticed her legs were dead weight, and the burst of energy could only take her so far pulling herself forward on two arms.

He sighed as he watched the struggle, but not didn't make a move. It was a pathetic and ultimately pointless attempt to get away after all.

He was a good shot, he hit both her legs, the right on her thigh the left on her calf. She was dragging two horrendous trails of blood behind herself, and only managed to gain a few feet of distance before her arms gave out.

"You cant do this-" she burst out, sobs bubbling up from deep down in her chest "I didn't- that's not f-fh-fucking fa- it's cheating" she cried. They had agreed it wasn't fair, right.

"Cheating?" he laughed in earnest, and he sounded much closer to her. She didn't notice him crouching down next to her over her own sobs. "Baby, I made the rules, this is just how it is"

"Fuck you" she managed, broken.

"I'm calling Cole to bring the car, those wounds look bad" he reached down to trace the outline of the growing red stain on her jeans over her thigh. Alyssa shuddered.

"No, just, let me go, please, let me go home, I can- I'll crawl, you don't have to- just, please" she begged with a last ounce of effort before succumbing to hopelessness.

"No, darling, this was your chance and you lost it, we're going back home"

[mydancinglady]

How I turned from being a Joan Crawford hater to a fan

Like many people, the first references of Old Hollywood that I ever heard were on Drag Race. Especially the ones that I took the most attention of were in All Stars 2 (Alyssa Edwards and Alaska): Joan Crawford, Mae West, and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane.

Alyssa’s Snatch Game always got my attention and I wanted to understand all the references. So after reading what Mommie Dearest was about, I decided to watch it. It was an… Experience to say the least. I had a literal headache from it. I barely knew anything from the book, so I took everything that I saw as the pure truth.

My initial idea of Joan was that she was… a sociopath. A manipulator, an abuser, an insane woman. But since the movie was really a lot for me for the first watch, I didn’t dwell on it much after it. I just kept that image of her like “that crazy actress”.

A month later, I decided to watch Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, since I was so curious about Bette Davis acting, and the plot. This was the first Old Hollywood movie I ever watched, and I’m so glad it happened like this. I fucking loved it, and I was immediately drawn to Bette. I wasn’t really impressed by Joan’s acting and to be fair, I had a huge negative image of her. So I already went with that on my mind.

Just like that, I started to get into OH movies, for now, only Bette’s movies. I was really hypnotized by her acting and persona. I quickly became a fan of hers (and I still am). She was unique, brave, and ahead of her time.

One day, I mentioned this to one of my friends (who is a Vivien Leigh fan), and she told me she loved Joan. I was puzzled, quickly telling her about MD. She told me I should investigate more into it, that she actually wasn’t really like that. I was very skeptical about that. 

I gave her a shot as an actress and I watched Mildred Pierce. From the get go, I was comparing her to Bette, immediately thinking she wasn’t as good as her, that she was boring, and didn’t deserve that Oscar. Clearly I was still judging her harshly, and I thought she deserved that treatment. 

But nonetheless, there was still something that intrigued me about her. So I gave her one last shot and I watched Possessed (1947). And all my criticism about her as an actress soon finished after that. She blew my mind. I really underestimated her and what she could do.

Still, in my mind, I couldn't stan her fully because of what I thought she had done in her private life. So, I started to do some deep research about who she was, and to my surprise, and just like my friend told me, everything was completely exaggerated. 

I started reading books, watching interviews, documentaries, reading documents, letters and information that started to clear up everything for me. It was an obvious example to me, that sometimes we don’t have to immediately believe the clickbait titles, the rumors and misinformation that people like to spread across the internet.

Joan Crawford it’s probably one of the most misunderstood celebrities ever. She wasn’t around when she was accused, so she couldn't defend herself (like Bette did when she had her troubles with BD). I’ll leave links here, so you can check on your own and make your own conclusions.

Joan was raised by an abusive mother, unloved, and without a father. She quickly had to take care of herself, because no one was going to do it for her. She had to work since she was 9, cleaning bathrooms to have an education (which she couldn't finish after all). She became a dancer because she was determined, and got to the place she always wanted to with her own work.

From being a poor and abandoned child, she became one of the biggest stars in cinema history. Without money, without a diploma, without anyone’s help. That to me, was incredible, and as a woman, it gave me the strength to overcome anything. If she could, why can’t I?

She took care of her family until the end of her days, even when they didn’t even support her in the first place. She was always generous to everyone around her, and gave everything that she could to her children. 

She was involved in business, she produced movies, she wrote books and tried to better herself every day.I don’t think at all she was perfect, or that she was an angel. But it is clear to me that she was never that person that everyone thinks she is. 

In reality she was really insecure, self conscious, seeking love and validation to feel that she was doing things right. Seeking what she never got when she grew up. And even though she really wanted to reach perfection, which she felt she had to be, because she made herself believe she wasn’t good enough. That she could be discarded in any minute if she made mistakes.

To me she is not Mommie Dearest, she is not Queen Bee. She is just a woman who fought hard to be someone, and with the few tools -emotional and professional- that she had, made the best of it. 

As a conclusion, I wanna say that maybe we should think of why she was so easily targeted as a crazy, abusive, hysterical woman without doubting or confirming the information we are spreading of someone who’s dead. As a matter of fact, there’s a ton of cases of male actors who did actual terrible stuff in the industry, and never had the same negative image as Joan. 

I’m sorry if I made any mistakes in this post, I’m not a native english speaker. Hope my opinion is easy to understand.

[joe9cool]

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A/N disclaimer: I do not know Justin Herbert, the LA Chargers, or know of any drama. This is fiction and for story purposes only! 

This sucked ass. He missed Sara, he had just gotten home from practice and treatment. It was Tuesday night, and usually he would come home to Sara on the couch, dinner being ready. They would eat, watch a movie, she would be on her phone or laptop or play with Nova. Afterwards they would get ready for bed and cuddle. Maybe it would lead to sex but he was content just holding her.

She was a two hour drive away from him. He thought about just going to visit her. She was supposed to get on a plane Thursday to New York for a week. However, he had a busy schedule with this game being away at San Francisco.

It was a game that Taylor would be covering. 

Apparently she had been assigned to cover Rams and 49ers games. Which was fine, it kept her out of his business. But this time she would be conducting field side interviews before and after the game. 

He was hoping that he didn't have to speak to her. Even if he did, he would give his usual answers and just end it. Hopefully that she would leave him alone afterwards. Can't she find someone else to date?

He made himself one of his prepackaged meals before sitting on the couch to watch some film. The 49ers were pretty good, even if they weren't, the NFL season was unpredictable. That was proven when they lost against Jacksonville.

Nova jumped up on the couch and laid against him. She mowed and Justin scratched her head. "I know, I miss her too." He mumbled

He had no idea how he was going to Survive January.

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Sara wanted a bed. Her bed.. or Justin's bed. Or just a bed that wasn't a fucking hotel room.

The music video was wrapping up. They shot the end scenes, and the director was going over any footage to see if they had to refill anything. So far so good.

If all went well, she could head to New York early, get everything done early and head back to California.

However, the next day she met Heidi and Alex on the plane. The plans had changed.

"Okay after New York we are heading straight to Michigan to film the Vide Noir movie. Ben wanted it to be filmed in his hometown. The trip will take us to Thanksgiving. By the way, I sent your mom a text saying you're coming. Erica arranged your stuff for St.Louis."

Sara was floored. "I never said I would be going to Thanksgiving! Also, why St. Louis?"

Heidi shrugged. "Your mom said there was a change of plans and that Alyssa would be hosting it. Now I want photos of you and your family to post. You know how people want to see families together for the Holidays!" 

So that's all this was. Heidi wanted it to look good All American girl having a picture perfect Thanksgiving with her family, that was why the sudden change of the whereabouts. It was so everyone could be there.  Sara couldn't back out now, especially with someone like her mom."

It made her think of something. "Heidi?"

"Yes?"

"When I come back from all of these trips, I want December to be free."

"But the Fenty shoot!"

"All my stuff in California can stay. I just want no more trips until I leave in January. I'll get a runway coach in Los Angeles."

Alex tried to step in and argue but Sara stopped her."I'll find another team who can accommodate me"

She didn't want to pull that card. She wasn't that person who made demands. But she wanted to spend as much as December as she could with Justin before being gone for those long three months. 

That comment shut them both up quickly.

As the plane started down the runway Sara looked outside. 

She just wanted Justin.

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"Lights, camera, and action!" 

On cue, Justin approached the "sideline reporter" he was filming a commercial for SoFi Bank, which he had recently partnered with.

He had said his lines and when the director yelled cut he went back to the chair. His manager Ashley walked up to him. "How ya doing champ? I know how much you hate this."

He sighed. "It's fine," She gave him a look, knowing her client too well. He laughed "How much longer?"

The makeup artist began applying for coverage to his cheek. "A couple of hours, we still have the photo shoot."  He groaned and she laughed. "You got this kid."

He was called back to set to redo certain scenes. Once the SoFi team was satisfied, they headed to the locker room to set up. As he was sending a text to Sara he heard his name "Oh my god Justin?"

He looked up and saw a familiar face. "Kristen! Oh my god! How are you?"

Kristen was a girl he went to University of Oregon with. She played Basketball and dated one of his teammates. She was really sweet and friendly to everyone.

"Oh my god it has! I knew you were doing the promotion but I didn't think I'd see you." They hugged and when they pulled away she said. "Look at you, you big star, making everyone from Oregon proud."

He blushed. "Oh stop. So how have you been? What have you been up to since graduation?"

"I've actually moved to Colorado after I graduated, then I got a job with SoFi in their marketing department, and I will be moving to Los Angeles hopefully early next year or before Christmas!"

Justin smiled, happy to see his friends follow their dreams. "That's awesome! I'm happy for you! If you need any help navigating Los Angeles I'd be happy to help. How's David?"

David was Patrick's teammate who Kristen just started seeing. She smiled. "Good! He's happy about me moving to Los Angeles. He says Colorado was too far."

"I agree, Los Angeles is perfect, I just got back from Eugene visiting everyone."

"Oh I need to go back! Everyone says they miss me. How about them Ducks? And Patrick! I'm so happy to see he is finally playing."

Justin smiled, thinking of his little brother. "Yes he got his first touchdown a couple of weeks ago."

Kristen smiled. "I saw!"

They were interrupted when the director called Justin to shoot. "That's my cue."

"Hey I'm in town for a week. Why don't we grab lunch and catch up?"

"Actually want to go after the shoot? I know a lowkey restaurant by my house if you're down!"

"That sounds perfect! Send me the place and I'll meet you there!"

Justin smiled and went to get in position for the set, excited to catch up with an old friend.

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"Okay now when you walk. Straight forward, and swing your hips. Put some umph in it."

Sara started to walk to the end of the room. She felt like she was auditioning for America's next top model. As soon as she landed in New York she came to Bella's apartment. Following the announcement of Sara being in the lineup for Fenty vol. 4 the paparazzi were swarming. Thankfully she had her stylist with her to lay out her outfit and hair. 

Bella and the runway coach, Stephanie, were waiting for her. Stephanie was an expert in her field and Sara needed help. Nothing worse than walking with supermodels and looking stupid. This was the official coach that Fenty would be working with. Bella's front room was rearranged so she had a space to walk. "Shoulders back!" Bella called. Putting herself in position Sara tried again. Once she reached the end of the "runway" Erika clapped.

"It's the height, and the weight. She has some potential, but her legs aren't long enough to swing. Her weight is distributed awkwardly and this is barefoot. I don't know how she is going to do it with stilettos."

The comments about the height and weight stung, but Sara had to remind herself it was part of the business. She had heard the worst comments from others including her bitch Aunt Willa, who she found out would be in St. Louis. Life really stuck it to her sometimes.

"So what should I do?" She asked the coach. 

"Well I would first say you need to lose some weight, specifically in the legs. I can send you some exercises. Now we need to work on walking with heels. Do you have what Fenty is having you model"

Bella cut in. "We are heading to Los Angeles after Thanksgiving for practice and fittings."  Stephanie clapped her hands together. "Excellent! I'll meet you there for more training. But right now we got to get the basics down. Okay now Sara" She walked up to her and put her in position. "Okay now walk?"

Sara did her walk and Stephanie sighed. "Okay a bit better. Now bring in the shoes."

She was exhausted. They have already been up at this for three hours. She was hungry. "Can I have a snack first? I haven't eaten on the plane."

Stephanie scoffed. "After what I told you and you want to have a snack? You have two months. The last thing you need is a snack. In fact, I'm recommending a 1,000 calorie a day diet."

"I'll starve!" 

"Oh dear, beauty is pain. You're still trying to understand." Sara was fuming, as she slipped on the high stiletto heels. On the next take Sara wobbled a bit on the heels, but overall the anger seemed to take effect. 

They did about six more takes before Stephanie had her next appointment, but she would be there early tomorrow. When she left Sara looked at Bella. "I don't know how you work in this industry. I've been torn to shreds!" 

Bella laughed, "you get used to it. Now come on, let's order some sushi and talk about your trip to Oregon!"

Erika ordered a massive plate while Sara dished on the trip. Bella was shocked at how well her friend's relationship seemed to be progressing. She was showing a new sense of self. It seemed like things were coming together.

Bella couldn't help but watch Erika's expressions. She seemed so fake, Bella would never admit it but she always got an off vibe from Erika. It seemed like she was only Sara's friend for fame and the lifestyle.

The three girls stayed up for hours catching up about life. They made some silly Tiktoks before heading to bed for another day of coaching.

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"I'm so glad we are doing this. It's nice to catch up and see someone I know.I swear everyone in LA is so damn fake." Kristen sat across from Justin in the booth of the restaurant.

He was the first one there to get a table in the back so he wouldn't be recognized. Luckily this place was by the Santa Monica pier so it was a bunch of teenagers ditching school or college age kids who were out of class. No one cared about a football player.

Kristen came about ten minutes later and the waitress took their drink orders and disappeared. "Why do you want to move to Los Angeles then?" Justin joked

She rolled her eyes. "My career obviously, but it's close to Oregon."

Justin still didn't understand. "Why don't you just move back?"

"Would you move back to Eugene?"

That was a dumb question. "I mean if Oregon suddenly got an NFL team I'd jump very fast."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay dumb question, but I'm saying I want to go out there and explore. Try new places ya know?"

He got that. "Yeah I guess."

Kristen laughed. "I see LA hasn't changed you at all, you're still the same old recluse and creature of habit."

"Hey It works for me."

The waitress came back with their drinks and took their orders. Once she left they resumed their conversation about each other's families. "So you said you just came back from visiting Eugene. How was it? I know you usually don't go home til the off season." Kristen took a sip of her lemonade.

Justin smiled, thanking back of his trip with Sara. "Um yeah I took my friend to visit Eugene, meet my parents and Patrick, who had Carly in town, so it was nice to see all of them."

Kristen smirked. "This "friend" wouldn't happen to be a woman wouldn't it?" He blushed and Kristen laughed. "I knew it! You aren't slick Justin, we all know you too well."

"It's obvious isn't it?" He smiled. "Yeah I'm seeing someone."

"It's obviously serious if you took her back to meet your family. Tell me about her, anyone who can make Justin Herbert blush like a school boy is obviously one special woman."

As he was hesitant to mention too many details he thought that if Sara could tell a close friend about them why couldn't he say something? "Her name is Sara and she works on television sets." He didn't want to mention that she was of the most famous people in Hollywood.

"Ooh is she like an extra or something?"

"Sorta, she does behind the scenes stuff, sometimes she does extra stuff on the side."

"Has she been in anything I know of? Does she have an IMDB page?" Kristen was about to get on her phone before Justin stopped her. "No she actually prefers to be lowkey." Kristen nodded. "Oh okay I should have known, I can't picture you with a Hollywood actress." She laughed and Justin did a phony laugh.

As far as Justin was concerned no one was watching him…….

Twitteruser4 :Jherbo was at the [restaurant] today! Didn't get a chance to say hi as he was with a blonde girl.

Twitteruser2 @tu4 was it Taylor Biscotti?

Twitteruser4 @tu2 I didn't know who that was so I looked it up, yeah I only saw her from the back but blonde hair, thin, it looks to be her.

Twitteruser6 so we can say that brunette that was with him in Oregon was just a family member. Do you have a pic?

Twitteruser4 @ yes I do. It's blurry but I got it. 

[Pic is a distance and a bit blurry, but obviously Justin and a blonde head from behind.]

On Tumblr.

Anon: Hey you see this? Twitter.com/picture

Blog: Do we know for sure it's her? 

Anon: I can't imagine it being anyone else. The person who took it said it looked like her. So I guess Justin is just a player or he is seeing her and the brunette was just a family member.

Blog: He's  probably just having fun. I thought he and Taylor were done. I guess not. Probably keeping it down low.

Anon: how many questions do you have in your box right now? 

Blog: a ton. Look I'm gonna say this, I was wrong obviously he and Taylor are still together. Now all these girls are irrelevant.

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"Okay now Sara and Bella can you press your cheeks against each other. Not too much though. Just enough.. there ya go. Gorgeous ladies.," The photographer snapped a few pics before looking into his camera and showing it to Anna Wintour, who nodded in approval. "Gorgeous, I love the minimalist aesthetic."

They were on a rooftop of the empire state building. They were there since 430 am trying to set everything up. Fans and paps were now waiting outside the building's lobby hoping to catch them leaving. Alex and Erika informed them that they could stop for a few pics and autographs but they had to be at the studio for runway practice. Sara had shown some improvement the prior day but she needed some work. As usual Stephanie emphasized the weight loss which again pissed Sara off but she couldn't say anything. At one point she pushed back a little. "How is this promoting body positivity if you're telling me to lose weight?"

To which Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Oh please anyone can slap body positivity on something but that doesn't mean it's real. This is all a fantasy, they don't want to see legs rubbing together." It made no sense, because the list that was announced saw other Plus sized models on the runway.

They wrapped up the shoot, and headed to an empty studio to film the interview portion for YouTube. Which was a relief, try wearing spring wear in November in New York outside.

Once Bella and Sara were done it was nearing 6pm and they had to go all the way uptown to see Stephanie. Erika made sure she had her practice outfit and heels. While Sara was signing some pictures for fans and taking selfies. (She had a mask on for protection, the last thing she needed was to get sick) and Erika, who had her phone, yelled out. "Sara! Your guy texted you."

She heard the gasps from fans and one asked. "Sara you're not single?"

She was able to control her emotions. "No, I'm waiting on a message from my agent" The fans seemed to buy it as she played it off cool.

Once she and Bella finished they headed into the black car that was waiting for them. Where Sara was pissed. "Erika! What the hell is wrong with you?

"What?" 

"Don't give me that! Why would you say that? In front of everyone! You know me and Justin are trying to keep it private." She snatched the phone out of her friend's hands. "That was so stupid!"

Erika was upset. "I'm sorry! I just wasn't thinking!"

Bella was mad too, it was a dumb, rookie mistake. "That was incredibly stupid! You didn't have to say anything until we were in the car!" 

Tears were falling down the redhead's face. "I'm sorry! Its just we are so busy I didn't even think about it!"

As Bella and Erika were still going at it Sara checked the message from Justin.

Justin : Hey babe I just finished practice and had lunch with a friend. Love you! Can't wait to see you next week!

She sighed. She hadn't had the chance to tell him she wouldn't see him til the 28th. Nineteen more days.

Sara: I'll call you tonight babe.

The car pulled up to the studio. Paparazzi were swarming the place. When Fenty put out the announcement it set off a big, excited buzz from her fans and the fashion world.

The driver opened the door and Bella, followed by Sara, left the vehicle first. They headed into the studio and onto the elevator, watching the flashes of the cameras disappear with the doors closing.

Sara looked over at Erika, who was in the corner sulking. She carefully approached her. "Erika  I'm sorry, I've just been really stressed out. I didn't mean to get that upset. Our friendship is too good to fight over this. Forgive me?" 

Erika smiled and pulled Sara for a hug. "I forgive you hun. The whole thing is silly."

Bella narrowed her eyes, noticing how the redhead didn't apologize for something she did wrong. 

They got off at the right floor and there was Stephanie in her studio, which was set up like a runway with seats facing it. "Welcome ladies! I hope you're ready for this!

Sara smiled but really wasn't into it at all. However, duty calls.

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Taylor was confused.

She had just left the NFL headquarters after a long day in the office. She was getting ready to cover the 49ers Chargers game, which meant she would see Justin again. So far her boss kept her covering 49ers and Rams games, which upset her because she wanted to show Justin what she was missing.

After getting to her apartment and getting ready for bed, she scrolled social media and noticed many people were mentioning her. Typing her name in the search bar she was surprised. Justin was at lunch with a blonde woman who people assumed was her. 

It made her think, so this woman was a blonde girl. He had a weakness for blondes. However she noticed that there was a separate conversation about him being spotted in Oregon with a brunette who was probably a family member. He didn't mention spending his bye week in Oregon.

Someone tagged her in a tweet.

Well I'm glad to see Justin and Taylor are still together. She probably stayed away from the Chargers cause of everyone's sexist comments.

Smirking to herself, she clicked the heart and decided to leave it in the morning. That way people can get screenshots. Even if she wasn't with him, why couldn't she pretend? It's not like Justin was going to address any rumors about his love life.

She didn't know what her plan was. But she was going to get back at him one way or another.

She opened her phone and texted her boss. 

Is it okay if before the game I interview a few players? Maybe as the pregame show?

It didn't take long for him to reply

Of course! Send me the questions.

She smiled and got to work researching before starting up the list of questions.

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Sara entered through the back way of the posh upscale NYC restaurant. She was running a bit late thanks to her spin class running a bit over time. By the time she got back to Bella's apartment, showered and made herself look presentable she had sent a text to Katie saying she was going to be running late. She didn't think her oldest sister would care, being a mom of four; she was never on time herself.

She managed to avoid any cameras by having the car pull up to the back alley. As she spotted her sister looking at the menu, the click of Sara’s heels alerted Katie as she looked up from her menu. Once they hugged and did their greetings they sat down. Despite it being a Saturday afternoon the restaurant was pretty empty. It wasn't peak lunch hours which she was thankful for.

The waiter took their drink orders. Sara originally ordered lemon water due to her strict diet, but Katie decided it was a dry martini for both of them. "Where are the kids?" 

"They are home with Charles. This is technically a work trip for me. I don't need any distractions."

Sara rolled her eyes. "You're only in town for the weekend and you're seeing me for one day to discuss my finances. This is hardly a work trip."

"Hey if you become a mom one day you'll understand you need an excuse to get away." 

There it was, that 'if' for all of the sisters the term 'when' used because all their family and friends knew it was set and stone they would get married and have families. For Sara it was because no one in a million years would think she would have that life. 

"Anyways, your investments look really good. I am a little worried about the stock market, but the Roth IRA's look good. Your agency reached out and once I receive your check from Fenty you should be good. I can move it over to your Swiss accounts." The nice thing about having a family in finances and lawyers is you have people you can trust. 

Their martinis came and Sara sipped hers. "Jesus this is strong." It was straight vodka. They ordered their food (Katie a pasta carbone and Sara and lemon salmon salad) "So I heard you're coming to St. Louis for Thanksgiving. It'll be fun to see Alyssa get flustered trying to cook." They both laughed. While Alyssa was a wife and mother they both knew that she had to take cooking lessons before marriage.

"I think that's why I'm heading there a couple days early, I think I'm going to be stuck doing most of the prep." Sara sighed "it'll be nice seeing everyone. A nice small gathering." Katie was biting her lip nervously. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Uncle George and Aunt Willa will be there." Sara groaned and threw her head back. Uncle George and Aunt Willa targeted Sara with their "good natured" cut ups that border on bullying. "Why the fuck are they there? And please tell me Brittney and Scott are bringing liquor."

Her sister scoffed. "Are you kidding? Mom probably ordered the whole Binny's" they both laughed and clinked their drinks in a cheer before taking a sip.

"Please tell me she's not bringing Trevor?" Katie was confused. "Why would Trevor come?"

Sara rolled her eyes. "Didn't ya hear? Apparently mom thinks I'll be his new fiance after his dumped him."

Katie busted out laughing so loud that the other diners turned in her direction." Sara was confused and embarrassed. "Katelyn Marie shut up! Everyone is staring! What is so funny?"

Once she settled down, she explained. "Do you know why Trevor and his fiance broke up?"

"Why?"

"Sara, he's gay" She let out a gasp. "Get the fuck out? Since when?"

"Well we all saw it. You would know if you came home often. The signs were all there, they ended up mutually breaking up. Our mother refuses to believe it, he's too handsome to be gay!"

"Oh my god, that sounds like mother." It was silent, then Katie and Sara bursted into giggles. Sara had to admit she did miss her sisters. Despite Katie being nine years older than her they still had a close bond. Sara remembered crying her eyes out as a nine year old when Katie was packing her bag for college in Michigan. When Katie got married in 2016 she had all three of her sisters as maid of honors. 

"I missed you Katie, I'm sorry I've been ignoring everyone, I got a lot on my plate." 

"Everyone misses you, the kids miss Auntie Sasa" She smiled at the nickname that Katie's oldest boy gave her when he couldn't say his r's and the name stuck for the rest of nieces and nephews.

"I miss those brats too. Speaking of, I haven't even started Christmas shopping, I'm such a bad Aunt." Katie laughed "it's fine, they really don't need anything."

Their food arrived and they began picking at their plates Sara was starving  after an intense workout. After about ten minutes of talking about how good the food is Katie decided to switch topics. "So who's Justin Herbert?"

Sara choked on a sip of the martini "what?"

"Justin Herbert? I noticed on your personal page a few days ago that he follows you. He plays football?"

This was it, Sara could lay it out on the line about the man she was serious about. She could say he has had her heart for four months.

But she wasn't ready. Her family wasn't like Justin's. The whole Pittsburgh would know within two hours. Her dad's work associates would know that Sare bear grew up and has a boyfriend. All the questions would start and the press would be tipped off. She wasn't ready for that. 

"I met him at Joe's wedding, he's a cool dude." That wasn't a lie

Katie was staring at her, trying to look for any signs. "So are you seeing him?"

“No, As a matter of fact, I don’t see him at all. I met him at Joe’s wedding, he came to Joe’s house a couple of times and that’s it."

Katie whistled. "Well I was looking through his profile and he is really cute. He is 6'6!"

Sara laughed. "Yeah when I met him the first time I was so intimidated. He is so big!"

"I looked him up, you two would be cute together. Too bad he has a girlfriend.”

Sara had to bite her tongue. Knowing exactly who she was referring to. She felt the anger boil inside of her and was half tempted to just forget what she had just thought of and just blurt everything out. But she had to control herself. "I don't know anything about that." 

Katie studied her sister. She may be a critically acclaimed actress but she wore her heart on her sleeve. "You like him don't you?"

Sara stubbed a piece of lettuce with her fork, maybe a little too aggressively. "I find him attractive, that's it. Come on Katie, why would he want me?"

Maybe she was looking for some validation or a compliment. "True, I mean an athlete and a celebrity. You'd be Tom and Gisele 2.0"

That wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. "What's going on with Harry? You were at his concert a couple months ago. Are you guys friends again?"

Sara sighed thankful for the topic switch. "It's complicated. He insisted on speaking with me at the premiere and a flirty text about our past. But other than that it's been radio silence. I'm just glad I don't have to go through that media circus again.”

“I liked you two together, I wished he didn’t screw you over like that.” Sara rolled her eyes, her family loved Harry and getting to know him though he and Sara’s friendship over the years. They were thrilled when they started dating and were devastated about the breakup.

“Would you be interested in becoming friends with him if he wanted to?”

“I don’t know. The whole thing was really hurtful, I forgave him, but I want to forget him if that makes sense.” Katie nodded.  “I get it” 

They moved on to other things, overall they had been at lunch for a good few hours. However, Sara needed to leave and get back to her runway training. As they hugged goodbye and pulled away Katie told Sara. “Look I know you feel like we don’t miss you and mom and dad don’t care and are wrapped up in their own little world. But your presence is missed, you and Alyssa. We all miss and love you guys.”

Sara nodded and pulled her sister into another long hug. They went their separate ways, Katie going out the front way and Sara going the backway to avoid the cameras. As she sat in the car on the way to the studio she thought about Katie’s words

Maybe Thanksgiving won’t be so bad afterwards.

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“Were you just watching films all day?” Sara asked Justin over facetime. He was in the hotel room in San Francisco. It was nighttime and despite the time difference she wanted to make sure she spoke with him and wish him luck.”

He laughed. “I’m sorry babe, I can’t take you seriously with all that stuff on your face.”

She rolled her eyes. She was wearing a purple clarifying mask for her pores. “Oh shut it, have you been keeping up with your skincare?” The look on his face told her the answer. “Hey I have been wearing sunscreen!” 

She smiled. “Well at least that has stuck.”

“I miss you, I can’t wait to see you next week.” She was quiet, and Justin noticed. “What?”

“An emergency came up, I have to fly to Michigan to do the Vide Noir movie for Ben, and then I’m going to Missouri for Thanksgiving at my sisters. I won’t be back til the 28th.”

She could tell he was upset. “Justin I’m sorry I-”

“Its fine, its a holiday you should be with your family. I get it.” He looked like a pouting kid. “It just sucks. You’re leaving shortly for a few months and I want to spend as much time with you, and I can’t do that.”

“This isn’t easy for me Justin, but I mean you can visit me once the season is over. We can celebrate you winning the Superbowl.” She winked. Justin rolled his eyes. “Don’t say that, plus you know I don’t really do international flights. Also a movie set? Aren't there cameras around?”

So he was back to his old self, any progress she saw in Oregon was gone.  “Its a suggestion, you know there are two people in the relationship" He looked away from his phone, he knew she was right. "I know it's just so much that I'm not ready and prepared for."

She sighed. "I get it, but Justin I'm going to be gone for three almost four months. Can you deal with that?"

"I can, it's you I'm worried about."

She was shocked. "You don't trust me?"

His eyes widened. "No no! I'm not saying that. It's just that you are around all these fellow famous people. Guys you want you, and would be more comfortable around the cameras than I would be."

"It's not about how their lifestyle is. I love you Justin Patrick, and I need you to understand that."

She saw the smile come across his face. "I do. I get a little insecure sometimes. I love you too."

"I can't believe Justin Herbert admitted he's insecure, you're good at everything."

He turned pink "good at everything except relationships"

Sara smiled. "I got to tell you something, I'm not too good at them either, but that is what this is about correct?"

Sara wanted to switch topics.

"Oh by the way, your mom sent me a copy of your baby pic." She laughed as she saw Justin turn more red with embarrassment. "Why would she do that?"

"Because I asked, oh and Pat will be getting his autograph in the mail next week."

"I'm going to kick his ass." He mumbled and Sara laughed harder. After a brief silence, she studied his face harder and  noticed something was different. "Oh my god you shaved!"

It was his turn to laugh. "Oh my god we've been on the phone for almost an hour and now you noticed? You like it when I'm shaven!"

She blushed. "Well at first I did, until you ate my pussy."

He growled "such a dirty girl, you're so lucky I don't have a roommate to hear you talk like that."

"You want more?"

Before Justin could answer they heard the knock at his door. "Fuck. I would love to, but that is the guys, we were going to play before bed."

She shrugged, "your loss."

He smiled. "Not really, I still have those photos."

"You better make good use of them because I won't see you til the 28th."

He moaned. "It will go by fast I promise."

They said their goodbyes and I love yous and called it a night.

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Meanwhile, on fan blogs and some news sources things were going down.

TAYLOR BISCOTTI CONFIRMS RELATIONSHIP WITH JUSTIN HERBERT

THE SPORTSCASTER "LIKED" AND UNLIKED A TWEET DEFENDING BISCOTTI, 31 RELATIONSHIP WITH THE LA CHARGERS QB 24. 

Anon: Hey [tumblrblog] are you seeing all these reports?

Yes I did, I personally think that's really shitty of her to do that especially since Justin is a private person. But nevertheless I guess they are official. Everyone else can stop speculating and guessing

Justin and Taylor are together 

[hanasnx]

im watching life as a house and goodness gracious. as lovely as hayden is in that movie everyone is just so unhinged! everytime alyssa comes on screen my instincutual thought it just "shoo bitch get tf outta here GO 🤺🤺🤺"

please tell she honestly didnt kiss sams dad what the actual fuck was going on WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY that was soooo traumatizing tbh what the actual hell-

i’ve never seen life as a house 😭 i’m reading through this like “she did what?? and then what???” 💀 tea

[artificialqueens]

War! (Bianca x Alyssa) - Jinkx-Monswoon

SUMMARY: In which Alyssa and Bianca read each other to filth—but in the heat of the moment, one does something that leaves them both speechless.

A/N: fun fact! about an hour after I finished writing this fic, Alyssa was announced as the next Pit Stop guest! did I accidentally predict that? you decide… >:]

“Alyssa,” says Bianca from across the dressing room, “how much longer is your damn makeup gonna take?”

“Hey, a bitch needs time to paint,” Alyssa retorts, leaning toward the mirror and brushing at her lips with gloss.

“Puh-lease,” Bianca rolls her eyes, “since when do you paint?”

“Speak for yourself!” Alyssa squints at Bianca’s reflection in the mirror. “Sure, you may paint now, but don’t act like we haven’t all seen your humble beginnings on Drag Race…” She turns from the reflection to the real Bianca behind her, her brow furrowed.

“Emphasis on humble.”

Bianca shoots up from her chair. “Oh, you wanna go there? Fine by me, Katy.”

“Oh, hardy-har. At least I wasn’t kissing RuPaul’s ass as Judge Judy.”

“Hey, I did NOT do that on purpose, okay? If I could do it again right now, I’d do Santino Rice just to piss him off.”

“Sure,” Alyssa laughs.

“But I’m not gonna!” Bianca declares as she saunters toward Alyssa. “And you wanna know why?”

“Oh, yes.” Alyssa stands as well, leveraging herself against the taller queen. “Enlighten me.”

Bianca lightly jabs her acrylic nail into Alyssa’s chest. “Because I don't need to go on All Stars to get a do-over in the first place!”

Alyssa’s eyes widen as she backs away, breaking out in a fit of incredulous laughter.

“Oh! Ohhh-ho-ho-ho!” She throws her arms out and sneers. “Del Rio wants a fight!”

“And I’ll win, too. You know, like I usually do when I’m in a competition. I even still have the title to prove it!”

Alyssa tilts her head, flashing a faux-sweet smile. “Aww, and you even still use the same tired-ass reads!”

“I thought we already established which one of us is actually funny.” Bianca puts a hand on her hip. “Didn’t we?”

“You make a good point! In fact, let’s establish a few more facts. For example…” Alyssa starts counting on her fingers.

“You have two shitty movies…”

“That you agreed to be in.”

“Just to beef out my IMDB page—which also includes a Netflix original docu-series and a Drag Race web series that, unlike yours, is being brought back by popular demand.”

“Oh, yeah? Go on, ya big fancy sellout.”

Alyssa proudly gestures to herself. “I was also a semifinalist on America’s Got Talent!”

“Hah, as a fucking wildcard!” Bianca smirks. “Getting eliminated five times between two shows is nothing to brag about.” Her volume rises—she may be getting a little carried away.

“It’s called good networking, miss Vimeo original comedy special. Like, come on, who the fuck uses Vimeo—”

“Okay, okay, Q&A’s over. Let me ask YOU a question, Edwards.“ 

A shit-eating grin emerges from her black-colored lips.

"Do you like Dancing with the Stars?”

Alyssa’s face twists. As proud as she may be of her drag daughter, she certainly does not appreciate Bianca having the gall to compare her success to Alyssa’s. “Don’t you dare,” she seethes.

“What about The Masked Singer?” Bianca continues, drunk on the power of her words.

“I will make you shut up, and you’re gonna regret it when I do,” Alyssa—a woman of her word—threatens.

“Oh, and don’t even get me started on—”

Suddenly, Alyssa grabs Bianca with both hands by the collar of her dress, pulling herself up to look her dead in the eye.

“Finish that sentence,” she whispers in a dry, cutting rasp. “I dare you.”

Already, Bianca is preparing to open her mouth again—and so, too, does Alyssa prepare to strike back.

“…the Emmy-winning HBO Max original…”

Oh, she’s serious. So be it—this is the perfect opportunity for Alyssa to enact her revenge.

“We’re Here—”

“Shut up.”

“—mmph!”

Bianca stumbles, nearly knocked over by the intense, electrifying kiss discharged onto her lips.

Alyssa doesn’t hold back. She’s been waiting to do this for years. Her pride had long kept her from doing it sooner—but again, this was the perfect opportunity for it. To show Bianca what she was capable of; to weaken her; to bring her down to her level, in order for her to understand that Alyssa is so stupidly in love with her that it makes her angry.

She’s absolutely relishing in having caught Bianca off guard, and finally being able to unleash on her all of the feelings she’s repressed for far too long.

Then, not even a second after she pulls away, Bianca retaliates.

She pins Alyssa against the wall, pushing back into the kiss as she snakes a hand into her hair. Alyssa is too shocked to even move—that is, until Bianca gently tugs at her locks, and that’s enough for the smaller queen to crumble into the kiss, dizzy with passion.

The messy exchange goes on—it starts with the two practically smashing each other’s faces together, drunk on the heat of the moment—but each pause to catch their breath is sobering, and it gradually brings them down from the high. The moment becomes less of a collision between opposing forces, and more of a union between hearts, reflected in each kiss being more gentle and affectionate than the last.

An eternity seems to pass before Alyssa finally calls it off, lowering her head and sinking into Bianca’s chest. In spite of what just happened, she feels a twinge of regret for doing something so impulsive. Completely separated from her pride, this regret escapes her.

“Sorry—”

“Don’t.”

…Shit.

She’s fucked up, hasn’t she?

Alyssa looks up at Bianca, fearing the worst—but upon seeing the glazed look of desire in her eyes, her mouth falls slightly agape and her cheeks flush.

“Just kiss me again.”

It takes a second or two for Alyssa to even register this—but once she does, she wastes no time acting at her behest.

Revenge has never been so sweet.

[nerdby]

I hate to say it but the one thing Moms 4 Fascism is doing right actually reading the books that their kids wanna read.

Like I fucking hate those people -- there are dads in the group too -- but it is really important to monitor and talk to your kids about the media they consume. When you do that without the intention of turning them into brainwashed fascists, then you're being a good parent. And I'm speaking from experience here. I did not have very good media literacy growing up. I ended up emulating very, very problematic characters because I didn't understand how or why their behavior was problematic. No one tried to sit down and explain it to me in a way that was not degrading and that made me dig my heels in even more.

If someone had come to me and tried to calmly explain the issue with the media I was consuming, I guarantee I would have listened better.

Like let's look at comic books. A lot of comics and manga are rated T or T+. A T rating means its suitable for ages 13 and up, and T+ is the equivalent of an R-rating which is intended for ages 17 and up. I was parentified growing up and was raising my sister who was a toddler and helping to raise two of my cousins when I first got really into Western comics and started checking them out of the library way back in 2005. I was fifteen years ols. So I did, at one point, tell the children's room librarian that I thought (some) graphic novels should be moved to the Young Adult section of the library.

Like kids over the age of 11 can read whatever the hell they want, ok, but I'm not about to hand a toddler a copy of Berserk or like Marvel's Alias/Jessica Jones or the 2005 Punisher arc.

And apparently the librarians agreed with me and the books did get more popular after being moved to the YA section of the library.

Like a lot of people don't realize how mature comic books really are because--

They're ignorant elitist snobs who think that comics are for children

They're misogynistic assholes who think girls shouldn't read comics because of bullshit gender roles

They're fucking fascists who believe that comic books are pure evil because of problematic male readers -- AKA radfems peddling gender essentialist bullshit

Anything adapted to film tends to be heavily censored, especially anime

But if you want to see how mature comics can be I always recommend Marvel's 2005 MAX run as those books are very graphic and political and marketed at adult readers. Or just watch any of the Netflix Marvel series which are a lot based off of the 2005 MAX run. Like seriously did y'all not see Wilson Fisk decapitate a man with a car door????

No???

Here ya go.

And the first season of Jessica Jones is a straight up traumatizing masterpiece of horror.

But you probably wanna stop after season one cause it gets kinda cringe from there on out. The Defenders series is worth watching as well, but really it's better if you just stick to the books with these. The books are definitely better. Except for the OG Iron Fist cause that entire concept gives off majorly racist white savior vibes but that's a story for another day. Read the newer Iron Fist books where the superhero from Asia that saves Asian people from Asian mafias and is the absolute best at Asian martial arts is now an actual Asian person and not some random white dude👌🏻

Check out Iron Fist: The Shattered Sword by Alyssa Wong here.

Like I had someone tell me that comic books are evil because children will try to emulate super heroes. Believe me, no one wants that so if you're a parent whose having that problem

Make them watch the movie Kick-Ass (2010).

Or enroll your kid in martial arts. There are also martial arts how-to's on YouTube. Be sure to emphasize that martial arts should only be used for self-defense because cops are fascist dicks and in real life superheroes go to prison. Because the government wants to prevent minorities from staging a potentially violent uprising and usurping their asses to bring about something that might hopefully be better🙃

Ok, you can leave that last part out but its kind of an interesting thought, huh?🤔

But like seriously if people would just monitor the media they're kids consume and talk them about how and why it might be problematic and why they should not emulate certain pieces of media then.....Well, it'd still be an issue cause fascists have and will always exist. Maybe it would be more contained, though?

Crazy idea, I know.

[dalekofchaos]

OP, I apologize in advanced for turning your well crafted complaint on the fandom using AI to steal from the voice actors into a goddamn fandom drama post, but I feel I must.

The photo. It was a selfie they took together and Warren kept it. It wasn’t edited, Max is just surprised he kept it.

The locker. The nightmare isn't real. Just Max's dream, representing her worry about his one-sided feelings for her/only interested in sex. In the real locker, it's just a photo of her, which is kind of weird, but not as weird as Max going around and snooping into people's lockers. If you genuinely believe Warren's locker is real, you must also believe that Chloe is more interested in Victoria, Warren and Nathan more than Max, that's what you sound like. Everyone uses this as an excuse to act like Warren is the horrible stalker and worse than Jeffershit(yes, the nerdy high school boy is worse than the predatory pedophilic serial killer) But the thing is. Everyone was in the damn Nightmare. Jefferson, Frank, Nathan, David, Samuel and Chloe. People point out that Warren said and acted that way because Max was secretly disturbed by his attention. They also say Chloe acted the way she did in it because Max was insecure about their relationship. But what about when Max was talking to herself? The Nightmare-Max points out that Chloe bullies her, saying it’s like “Stockholm syndrome” and Max herself says that Chloe guilt trips her. Nightmare-Max also says she’s more worried about Chloe killing them than Jefferson also asking Max if Chloe even respects them in any way. If all those other scenes were Max’s secret feelings towards them, then what is this scene where she is actually discussing with herself how she feels about Chloe?

Alyssa. Oh for fuck's sake. Have you ever been fucking bullied before in your entire life? Alyssa is the second most bullied characters in the game next to Kate. Warren is the third most bullied. Do you SERIOUSLY think it was either person’s choice for that graffiti to be in that class? My best friend in high school constantly had her name paired with other people in class, simply because they hated that she reminded everyone about homework. So no, Warren and Alyssa were never in a relationship. “Warren was holding Alyssa” THEIR BEST  FRIEND IS JUMPING FROM THE FUCKING ROOF, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT THEM TO DO????

Warren did not try to play Max and Brooke. He asked Max first and if Max is interested they go together and if she says no then he would've asked Brooke. It's called asking a friend as a back up. People can invite friends if the former friend can’t make it or doesn’t want to. How the fuck is this in contribution to him being a creep? I've done it with my friends if someone can't make it and so have my other friends with their friends if their SO couldn't make it. Also Brooke acts jealous over Max for the entire game. Even if we reject Warren’s invitation. Also, why doesn’t the fandom give Brooke the same amount of shit they give Warren when she has a drone with a camera that can spy on the damn school? “Warren reacted negatively if you reject him” Do you not understand the concept of a joke “Fine, be a damn dirty human”

Stella. This is the alternate timeline where EVERYONE is different. Max is in the Vortex Club, why would a nerd be interested in a elitist bully? There is no evidence to support Max as a bully, but there is no info to suggest she isn't either. Looking at her texts with Alyssa suggests Max changed after she joined the VC. In unused audio, apparently Max would try to talk to Warren and Stella and they are very hostile towards Max and refer to her as a “fucking weirdo”.  Max has a monologue saying, "Victoria is my BFF... Warren thinks... I'm a freak...".

The flashdrive content. The Cannibal Holocaust and other movies. For fuck’s sake. People have dark humor. “I laughed my ass off” Warren never stated what part he was laughing at. For all we know he could’ve been laughing at the filmmakers finally getting their just deserts(heh) the the tribe finally kills them. I mean I laugh nearly everytime the dinner scene starts in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. That doesn’t make me or Warren creepy, it just means we have dark sense of humor. There are movies that are downright porn. SHOCK, A TEENAGE HIGH SCHOOL BOY IS INTERESTED IN PORN! WHAT'S NEXT? WATER IS WET??? I'm more concerned over the fact that Nathan Prescott has sexual torture framed in his room over Warren's interest in porn.

“He saw the video two and a half times” EVERYFUCKING ONE SAW THE FUCKING VIDEO. The Vortex Club, the skaters, Brooke and the fucking staff. Why the fuck aren’t you holding the adult men for watching the fucking video? Wells, David and Jeffershit watched it. Yet, we heard fucking nothing, but no. It’s Warren who deserves shit.  He looked regretful when he said he did. And also: remember that Brooke went show to Juliet something? and then if you talk to Juliet, she asked glowingly about the video? I bet it was Brooke who shows the video for Warren, and there was nothing left to see for Brooke, or to verify that it really was Kate. God, besides, it does not matter that he saw the video, he saw it and yet he worried about Kate and asked about her well-being. He NEVER bothered her, much less judged her. Also, Kate considers Warren a sweetheart and said “even angels need angels Max”

He's bragging because he is highly interested in math and science and he's toting his own horn

Lumping in Warren with a violent misogynistic mentally ill boy and the actual pedophilic murder is certainly a choice.

The difference between Max and Warren. Eliot and his poems are scary. The way you answer when he talk about Rachel is scary. That his room does not have personality is scary. He don’t talk with someone else or contacting more friendly and not only “occasion” with others students is scary. The way Eliot talks to Chloe in James’ room is scary and how an abuser talks. Eliot or they did it with nothing personality, void, or conceal something. Eliot is scary and weird… void. Warren is friendly and supportive and unlike Eliot, Max actually wants him in her life. Warren is not Eliot

"Warren is not a good person" He's Michel's favorite character. I have multiple character analysis posts that proves he's not the fandom boogeyman you seem to think he is. Post 1. Post 2. Post 3. Post 4. Post 5. Post 6. Post 7. Post 8. Post 9 Post 10. Ultimate post

And yes Max likes Warren whether as a friend or something more.

Before you say the window. Many people like to point out that Warren was waiting for Max and staring into her window. First of all that’s impossible. While he was waiting for her. He could not be staring into her window. Her dorm is either second or third floor. How the fuck could he even look into her window? Especially since you can’t see into the damn windows in the game. He only peeks around the corner once. You have to rewind in order to catch it, and I have had to rewind because he does it so fast, you could blink and miss it even. And he’s not even looking in the direction of her window, he’s looking towards the entrance to the dorm. Hmmm… almost like he’s waiting for someone, which he is!

Let’s talk about the good aspects of his character. 

Where everyone else tells Max their problems for Max to help them with, Warren is interested in listening to Max and helping Max throughout the game. No matter the context of the situation, Warren is there for Max. It’s Warren who encourages her to be sure of herself, who notices that Max isn’t well and always likes to listen to her to help her and give her reassuring words.

Max wanted to tell Warren all game about her powers and Warren instantly believed her. But if she told him in the beginning, I still believe Warren would’ve believed her.

Max did not want to see Nathan hurt Warren, so she put herself in harm’s way until Chloe drove up to her and Warren was willing to put himself in harm’s way to ensure Max’s safety.

Despite not knowing the context of Max’s request of what he knew about time travel, he emailed and texted her everything he knew about time travel.

Warren invites Max out to “Go Ape”(lol this fucking dork) it’s our choice, but if we choose yes, Max says it’s exactly what she needs to take her mind off things and Max was willing to hear him out.

She is wary of him making a move on her, but she has a lot on her mind and I think romance is the last thing on her mind but as the game goes on it is clear Max has an interest for Warren

I do believe Max is interested in Warren in her own way. It started out as friendship and had the opportunity to blossom into romance. I think she’s shy and confused about how she feels about him and doesn’t want to come to terms with the fact that she may be falling for Warren, but she trusts and loves him in her own way whether you choose platonic or romantic.

Both Max and Warren show worry over Kate and did something for Kate. Max helped her and Warren checked up on her.

And depending on whether or not you were able to save Kate, Warren is there for Max congratulating Max on saving her or there to tell her it is not her fault for being unable to save Kate and Warren will hug Max at the end of episode 2 but leaving enough space for Max’s personal space, it was sweet and nice of him.  Warren will send a message saying how proud he is that Max saved her or if Kate died, Warren is there for Max saying that they can cancel on their “Going Ape” date but leaves the option open if she needs something to help her take her mind off things.

Max asks Warren for help to build a bomb and Warren gives her the info she needs. lol Warren is Max’s ride or die man. Legends only. He even asks to make sure she’s okay.

When talking to Chloe in the pool about Warren

Chloe would reply with “ouch, sounds like friend zoned” Max would then reply

In the alternate universe, Max looks genuinely distraught that Warren hooked up with Stella.

Again in the alternate world, Chloe asks Max if she’s seeing anyone at Blackwell

Chloe even tells Max to go for him

Warren reacts to whether or not you kissed Chloe and is willing to step down if Max is more interested in Chloe, but Max says she still wants to go ape with him. So wholesome.

Even Kate wants them together. “Even angels need angels” and Warren certainly is a guardian angel to Max. 

Max’s cute little message for Warren’s dorm. Also worth noting while writing the message, Max will say “sometimes you have to take a chance and see what happens”

Warren was willing to throw himself against Nathan again with a loaded weapon to protect Max and Chloe. You have the option to intervene or not. Max does not want Warren to be like Nathan, so she stops him.

She might’ve sighed when Chloe said “that dude’s so in love with you” but a lot of romances in fiction either sighs or groans when their potential partner shows feelings for them. Perfect example is Han and Leia. Leia spent the majority of ESB sighing at Han being Han. This really isn’t a sign that Max is not interested or annoyed by his feelings, it’s something that normally happens between couples. 

Max takes the time to chill with Warren and even take a selfie with him

You have the choice to hug or kiss Warren

If you kiss Warren and Max examined Warren afterwords, Max will say this

Max trusts Warren so much that she wanted to tell him the truth about her powers from day 1, she kept pushing it off, but in the end she told him and he believed her. He don’t need any proof to believe Max of her powers. He believed her, listened to her and encouraged her to save Chloe.

After kissing Warren, Max’s journal will say this

If you choose Save Arcadia Bay. At Chloe’s funeral, Max stands next to him, and for a moment, it shows how she gets a little closer to him.

Sure, he may be persistent and come off as strong, but he has good intentions despite coming on too strong. Warren would be content with being best friend if Max made it clear she only sees friendship in him. But Max can find love in him if the player chooses

I am not saying Warren is perfect, he has many social issues he needs to work through. As someone with autism I see a lot of my younger self in him(I also see him as Autistic coded) and I've worked through those issues and become a better person because of it. I feel Warren can do the same. Maybe Max rejecting him or turning him down due to her trauma after Chloe's passing was a wake up call and they remained friends while Warren worked on his education, who knows. I am not giving D9 my money after that IGN article dropped.

Warren is in love with Max. And Max is starting to develop feelings for Warren. It took Warren a lot of persistence but it’s coming around. It also took an alternate universe of Warren to hook up with Stella for Max to realize she does have feelings for Warren, but it’s there.

Warren is in love with Max, Chloe loves Max, but she’s in love with Rachel. Warren likes Max for who she is. Chloe pushes Max to do things she wouldn’t normally do. Now they both do push Max to do things they want to do, like going to the ape movies and watching some movies. But for Warren, that’s it. The thing he push Max to see or read is what Max is already interested in. They share the same interests. They’re cute together.

Now you can say the same for Brooke. But the thing is that Brooke is too much at Warren’s level, to the point it’s better if they stay friends. I was a geek in high school and I have female friends who had my same interests and we discuss conversations and so on and share the same interest. It was so much alike, I never can like her and see us together. I always like potential partners who share interest with me but have some differences and I would prefer to have a partner who does have some difference too. And we can say that to Max and Warren.

And I just love them together. Their adorkable, cute and they just feel right. Plus Chloe & Kate approves.

Side note. To me, Warren represents unconditional love.

Although almost all of his actions that hers are for Max, he spends his time doing things to help others and not asking for anything in return. Unconditional love isn’t just for "the person you like" and doesn’t necessarily have to be "reciprocated." Unconditional love are those actions/gestures/words that make you want to do naturally, because you want the best for that person that you esteem/love so much, and even sometimes it is only born to do it to people you do not know, just out of sheer respect. Nothing is expected in return, just seeing that it helped something is enough for the love unconditional.

Perhaps Warren doesn’t have "a super important role and/or traumas for life" like what Chloe, Max, Kate, Nathan and even Victoria experienced, but Warren has his demons, his problems and his graceful actions are worth a lot, and don’t deserve to be underestimated and less denied. ​

Compared to Chloe, Max and Rachel, Warren can seem kind of dull. He’s not tortured. He’s not scared. All he wants is to go out to the movies with Max. That, though, is what I think makes him noteworthy. Of the main cast, Warren is pretty much the only one who doesn’t need Max to swoop in and fix something in his life. He doesn’t need to be comforted from his abortion, or reassured his mother will live. Max never needs to talk him down from a roof, or hold him while he screams at the injustice of losing his beloved. In a world that almost threatens to crush Max beneath the weight of everyone’s pain, Warren stands out as a beacon of calm and stability. Warren is like Max's "calm from the storm" (heh) because he doesn’t have any drama (besides nathan) he just wants to spend time with Max

I am really sorry this was longer than I intended it to be. Point being Warren while not perfect, is not the gross villain the fandom portrays him to be and he is not the kind of person who would use AI as he knows AI is not real and would do more harm than good. He certainly wouldn't use it to violate Max or anyone else.

I hate this, I don’t care who OK’d their voices to be used- I hate it

Ashly Burch and numerous VAs in the industry are striking because of this, I wouldn’t even call this fan work this is just soulless and lazy

Please Life is Strange fandom say no to AI!

You want more fanart? Commission

You want more fan voice work? Commission

You want more fanfics? Commission

You don’t wanna pay then learn how to draw/write/voice act yourself! Stop stealing other people’s work!

[princessphilly]

Word Count: 1975 (you know I start small then build up)

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CW: people failing to be mean, some angst. We are still rated pg-13 but we will be hitting NC-17 soon.

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It’s okay to admit that you are enough. It’s also okay to struggle with admitting that to yourself. At least, that’s what I learned when Meghan Markle still had her old blog, The Tig, up online before she became the Duchess of Sussex. Honestly, she’s one of my goals; her father is a trip and she’s managed to live well despite his issues. I’d like to be able to do whatever she did with my mom. - journal 9/2

**

“The man over there says thanks.”

Jamila looked at the waiter, confused. “Um, okay,” she questioned as she looked where the waiter was discreetly pointing. A tall, brown haired guy raised a whiskey neat in salute. Jamila gave him a tentative grin. After the waiter left, she hissed, “I didn’t send him a drink, Lisa! What the hell?”

Jamila had to admit he was attractive but not her usual type. Her type was the outdoorsy type, the kind who could fish, hunt, and actually be able to live off the land if society collapsed overnight. This guy… he looked like money and power, the kind to hire someone to take care of him.

After a moment, it became obvious what happened as Alyssa and Frances came back over. Jamila put on her best movie-star fake smile as those two came by. They were the worst kind of people; backstabbers who even when they got caught, still got away with it because they knew how to suck up to the people in power. Jamila knew exactly why they didn’t like her: she had enough fame left over that she didn’t need to be their friend to earn a good reputation in their phD program.

“Meet any nice guys,” Frances asked with a sly smirk on her face.

Jamila gave Lisa a sideways look as Alyssa said, “I mean, there’s Jonathan Toews, he’s single. I bet he’d be interested in a washed-up actress.”

“Hmmm, I have no idea who you are talking about,” Jamila honestly said.

Alyssa smirked as she replied, “He plays for the Blackhawks, Meena.”

Jamila grit her teeth as Alyssa used her first name. She hated when people used her first name, it brought up too many bad memories. Before she could reply, the attractive brown-haired guy was standing next to her with a faint grin on his face. “Um, hi,” Jamila said as Lisa, Alyssa, and Frances stared at him.

“I figured I’d say hi after you sent me that drink. I would have bought you one but I don’t know what you’re drinking and it wouldn’t be nice to assume. My name is Jonathan,” he said with a flirtatious wink.

Jamila hesitantly replied, “My name is Jamila and I’m just drinking merlot tonight.”

“Another glass,” Jonathan asked, his deep voice doing things to Jamila’s insides. She bit her lip as she looked at him, trying to decide if she wanted to encourage him or not.

“Sure.”

As he found a waiter, Jamila looked at Lisa. Lisa motioned to her phone and Jamila checked her screen. That’s jonathan toews, the guy those bitches were talking about. He plays hockey and is the captain of the blackhawks

Jamila texted back, what is hockey n y should i care

Then the waiter came with a fresh glass of merlot and Jonathan passed it to her. Jamila took a deep sip, loving the taste. Merlot was truly her favorite and they had a good house vintage. Jonathan asked, “Are you new to Chicago?”

“I’ve been here for a year. It’s alright,” Jamila replied. “This is my first time going out on the North Side though.”

Jonathan gave Jamila a slow smile and her breath caught. He definitely was attractive but not her usual type. He said, “Then that’s why we’ve never met til now. I would have definitely remembered such a beautiful woman if I saw you before.”

Jamila giggled. “That’s a good one. You get one point for that.”

“Just one point? Is it an assist or a goal?”

“Um,” Jamila stalled. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

The sly smile on Jonathan’s face turned into a wide smile. This girl was not only hot but he could tell that she was truly clueless about hockey. Tonight was a win-win for him. “I’m going to assume it’s a goal then.”

“Okay.” Jamila shrugged as she took another sip of her wine. “I’m still not completely impressed so you still need to work on it.”

Jonathan laughed, causing some people to turn towards them. Jamila caught Alyssa and Frances giving her the evil eye and she smirked. Reaching out a hand, she touched Jonathan’s upper arm. Jamila had no idea what hockey was but whatever it was, he definitely was built. Jamila turned slightly as she rubbed his arm, making sure that those two bitches could see that she was touching him.

“You like what you feel,” Jonathan asked, his voice slightly deeper with a sultry tone.

Unable to resist the bait, Jamila replied, “Of course,” licking her lips. There was no problem in flirting with him, she thought to herself as he smirked at her.

Jonathan’s eyes were on her lips. She had full lips, made for kissing. Jamila wasn’t his usual type but Jonathan didn’t have a problem with that. “There’s more that you can-,” he started before someone bellowed, “TAZER!”

Jamila whipped around towards the sound, annoyed to have been interrupted before her attention was caught by the kind of guy of her dreams. He was tall, auburn haired, and looked like a lumberjack. He was perfection and he came over to them.

“Duncs,” Jonathan called.

The lumberjack said, “Heyy Tazer.”

Jamila smiled. Maybe this whole drink mix-up thing was working out for her, she thought until she saw her LA friend, Shan, come up behind this Duncs guy. Shan’s brother Alex was with them, his ever present backwards cap covering his hair.

Jonathan loved Duncs as a brother but right now, he was annoyed and pissed. He had been close to sealing the deal but Jamila was now looking at Duncs like he was the last man on earth. Then Jamila gave him a brilliant smile and Jonathan suddenly realized that he was totally fucked.

“Hi,” Jamila purred, forgetting that her hand was still on Jonathan’s bicep. Duncan looked at that and raised an eyebrow at his captain. Jonathan gave him a glare and Duncan made a motion with his hands.

Before Duncan could reply, Shan yelled, “Jamillllaaa!! Long time no see!”

“Hi Shan,” Jamila drily replied, glad she used her preferred name instead of her first name. Shan was a fellow child actress, a Canadian who managed to get supporting roles at Disney over the years before transitioning to a character actress when she became an adult. Shan was the only one whose parents were actually on-set all of the time and paid attention to what was going on. Consequently, Shan was the only one who didn’t have substance abuse problems, etc. and the only one from her former shows that Jamila kept in contact with.

Jonathan looked at Shan and Jamila. “You two know each other?”

Shan drunkenly giggled as Alex closed his eyes. “We were both Disney kids back in the day.”

Jamila sardonically smiled. “Those were fun days.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex replied. “Shan’s got a role in one of the next Marvel movies so she decided to celebrate.”

“Congratulations,” Jamila sincerely stated. Getting a role in the MCU was a steady check and something to celebrate. Then Jonathan took a double take and looked at her and Jamila groaned. He bit one of his thin lips and then he smirked before putting a finger to his mouth. Jamila exhaled and gave him her biggest smile. He recognized her but he didn’t say anything. Jamila leaned over and whispered into Jonathan’s ear, “You just got a second point.”

“Then maybe you should let me have your number,” Jonathan purred into Jamila’s ear.

Jamila smirked, rolling her eyes but before she could respond, Shan slurred, “Wow, Jamila, you waste no time. You were just telling me yesterday that you didn’t know a damn thing about hockey and tonight, you’re talking with Captain Serious.”

Jonathan wanted to shake his teammate’s sister because Jamila shut down, pursing her lips.

Oblivious, Shan continued, “Now, you don’t have an excuse not to go with my brother to the bowling thing.”

Alex face-palmed as Jamila pinched the bridge of her nose. She had totally forgotten about that and of course, when Shan was drunk, she was loud and obnoxious.

Pasting her best fake smile on her face, Jamila said, “I think it’s time for me to go.”

“So soon,” Duncan teased.

Jamila smirked at him, looking him up and down. “I need my beauty rest and to not strangle my friend.”

Jonathan gritted his teeth as he watched Jamila eye his friend. Then she turned to him and blew him a kiss. “It was nice to meet you, Jonathan,” Jamila said, giving him a wink.

Jonathan smiled back and Jamila was taken aback for a moment. There was a promise in those dark brown eyes and she felt her body begin to respond. Then he licked his lips and for a moment, all Jamila could think about was maybe those lips on her body. Slightly shaking her head, Jamila waved her fingers before going to call an Uber. This was a night.

**

After getting home, Jamila tossed her bag onto her front table. She suddenly felt exhausted even though it was barely after 11:30pm. Walking into her living room, Jamila saw her other cell phone glowing. Picking it up, she cursed. There were fifteen messages and ten missed calls, all from Janine. The messages started off nice, asking how Jamila was doing to nasty, calling her all kinds of names for not picking up and giving her “mother” money.

Tossing the phone back onto the table, Jamila sighed. Getting a separate cell phone just for her mother’s calls was the best but it was draining just to look at it.

Janine Brown was a bit actress, stage-mother, and now two-bit manager. Janine had always wanted to be an actress, even when she was attending grad school at MIT for physics. There, she met Jayesh Vyas, a student earning a PhD in computer engineering. Within six months, they were married and expecting a child; after two years, they were divorced after pressure from Jayesh’s parents. Jayesh returned to India and Janine was stuck with an 11 month old baby with dimples made of gold.

By the time that Jamila could remember, she was in front of a camera. Her life as a child was in front of a camera; first as the adorable adopted child in Granger vs Granger, then the youngest kid in The Elliot Show as a young child. Then from age 12 to 17, Jamila starred as Jane Lee in the Disney show, Plain Jane. School was on set. Birthdays were celebrated on set. Everything revolved around a set year round until right after Jamila’s 17th birthday.

The aftermath of that birthday was a stay in rehab, a cancelled show, and living with her dad and stepmom full time in Atlanta.

Jamila promptly deleted all the messages and voicemails before going on online banking. After authorizing a transfer to Janine’s account, Jamila showered, put on pajamas, and grabbed her pink Lepidolite and pink quartz crystals. Sitting cross legged, Jamila worked to calm her anxiety so that she could have a restful night sleep.

But in her dreams, she tried to focus on a pair of blue eyes and a lumberjack look. However, she kept dreaming of a pair of deep obsidian brown eyes, a crooked smile, and a deep voice telling her everything he was going to do to her

[13uswntimagines]

Cliche (Tobin x Reader)

Request: Marriage Proposal 

Author’s Note: Special Thanks to @literaryhedgehog​

“I’m just saying, I opened my inbox. SOMEONE should have messaged me,” Tobin said, tugging on her hair frustratedly. You watched in amusement, loving the way the sunlight caught her hair, as you exited the movie theater. She was so focused on her tirade that she didn’t even look down as she stumbled over an uneven brick in the patio, just continued walking. “It’s been open for days and I reblogged several of those ‘send me a number and I’ll answer a question’ posts!”

“Babe, you run an anonymous fandom blog for a sci-fi television show that stopped running 15 years ago,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

“19 years, ago,” Tobin corrected, “and it has a pretty strong fanbase! That fanart I made got at least 100 likes.”

“You’re just lucky they didn’t match the brush strokes or something and figure out it was you. Like they did with your other fake Tumblr. They’re like crazy detectives,” You said side eyeing your girlfriend. 

“I mean, I was making fanart of us on that one, it was pretty obvious.” 

“I love it when you paint me, but It’s really creepy that you put it on the internet,” You huffed, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. 

“Oh come on, I only posted the ones I made from press photos. You have a problem with the high definition, you talk to Alyssa’s girlfriend. She’s the photographer.”

“As long as you keep your drawings just for us, yeah?” You asked. Tobin had quite the eye, and she often found her greatest inspiration when you were relaxed. When you let your guard down. That mess the that many of her sketches of you were most certainly not suitable for public consumption. 

“Anything I draw from life instead of from a screen I keep.” Tobin winked at you and linked her arm through yours. “So, what did you think of the movie? Or was it too romantic for you, you action-thriller loving fiend?”

You shrugged. “I think it was a little too cliche. Like who the fuck brings a diamond ring to the airport and uses the intercom to propose to the girl who just dumped him for a job across the country? And then she chooses him?” Some plots just made zero sense. At least your action movies didn’t force a girl to choose a person who was completely wrong for her. 

“Oh come on, everyone loves cliches. I’ve seen the number of ‘there were only one bed’ fics you’ve read.” 

“Those aren’t forced heteronormative love stories that don’t actually care about the characters” You scoffed. 

“I have seen your archive of our own bookmarks, do we want to continue this conversation?” Tobin said sweetly, looking at the windows of the shops you passed, though you could see her suppressing a smile. She loved winning, be it argument or soccer game. 

“My archive history doesn’t count,” you grumbled, pouting. It wasn’t your fault you had been kinda into Bellatrix dating Hermione, especially when they were both the same age and you got to see some Hogwarts hijinks (it helped you weren’t a Ron fan either). 

“Sure, sure. Tell you what. You don’t like my new favorite Rom-Com? Show me you can do better,” Tobin gestured to the outdoor coffee shop along the route ahead. “Real life coffee shop AU. Here’s your chance to defy heteronormative love stories and cliches in the most romantic way possible.” 

“Just please don’t spill your drink on me ok? You already have my number,” You asked, raising your eyebrows. You happened to like this shirt and didn’t want it to get ruined. 

“That would be a cliche, wouldn’t it? I thought you wanted to avoid those?” Tobin said, raising her eyebrows to mirror yours as she pulled out a chair from one the tables, “you’re chair, mon chere?” 

“You can be quite the Gentlelandy miss Heath if I do say so myself,” You smirked, settling into the chair she had pulled out for you, kissing her cheek. 

“Why thank you,” Tobin said, tossing her hair back playfully before settling into her own seat. She grabbed the menu and opened it up. “So, what are you thinking? Asking the barista to make heart-shaped foam? Splitting a pasta dish and reenacting lady and the tramp?”

“I was thinking a cafe mocha with no whip, and I’m pretty sure this place doesn’t sell spaghetti,” you said, setting your chin on your hands, leaning on the table. 

“I think I’ll get a nice chai latte. And a muffin on the side.”

“Lame. How do you live in Portland and hate coffee?” 

“I thought you were supposed to say nice things. We already know each other, this can’t be enemies to lovers AU!”

“You’re still stuck on that?” You asked, sighing when Tobin raised her eyebrow at you. “Fine. How nice of you to choose a predictably unusual drink, and healthy snack for our date. Better?” 

Tobin snorted. “Undeniably.” 

“Good,” you watched her as she placed your orders with the waitress, thinking over what to do. She managed to place the order with her usual level-headedness, but she had the slightest smirk as she turned back to you. It was both loving and a challenge. 

“Babe,” you said, “I literally have no idea how to make this a living coffee shop AU. I can’t remember the last time I read one of those where neither of the characters was a barista.”

“First I think we talk about random things while sipping our drinks, wondering how we get each other so well,” Tobin started, setting your drink on the table in front of you. 

“So basically do what we normally do, but with added pressure?” 

“Yep! Wanna start? You can tell me about that new fanfic writer you’ve been reading? The one who writes the really cute Sonnett fics?”

“Oneanddone has a couple… it’s like they actually know about Snippets from her and Lindsey’s relationship,” You said, your lips ticking up. 

“That sounds fun and not at all creepy,” Tobin said, leaning forward. 

“The best one was where Lindsey flew all the way to Sweden to propose. It was cute, but entirely too cliche,” You winked at Tobin, so she knew you were continuing the joke. “She just showed up and proposed after Emily won the championship and Emily kissed her hard hat and all. Like they would give the fans that much PDA in one shot,” 

“Hmmm, better check for cameras then,” Tobin said, ruffling in her pocket. You heard the sound of candy wrappers, as usual following a movie with her. 

“What?”

Tobin got down from her chair and kneeled in front of you. “Y/M/N, I have liked you since the first day I met you. You were smart, beautiful, and had a hell of a right hook. Watching you on that punching bag was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen, up until the day you agreed to go out on a date with me. And the date after that, and the date after that. I fell in love with a woman who’s not afraid to have an opinion, who will ask to pet every dog she sees, and who loves listening to me rant about any subject over the moon. Now I know you don’t like cliches, so I didn’t get you a diamond,” She pulled her hand out of her pocket and held the ring pop up for you to see, “I got you a cherry. I also have a grape and orange in my purse. Will you marry me?” 

“Yes,” You breathed out, forgoing the ring pop in favor of kissing your girlfriend- fiancé. 

“Such a cliche,” she murmured against your lips, threading her fingers through your hair. 

“Shut up and kiss me,”

[passable-talent]

nobody requested this but here it is

dedicated to: the new love of my life, for whom I reopened my lip piercing. also to @haydens-moles​ 

Sam Monroe x Male!reader because this is 100% self indulgent

Between the ages of sixteen and twenty, you’d outgrown a lot of things. Thinking you were cooler than the need for school, that was one of them. Trying to scream along to your music was another- you just let the professionals handle those parts, and picked up the song again when the singing came back. 

The two things you hadn’t outgrown, through the last two years of high school, and the first two years of college? Your excessive amount of piercings, and your crush on Sam Monroe. 

Honestly, fuck that guy. Fuck him and his high cheekbones and smooth biceps and long-sleeve-under-short-sleeve fashion sense. Fuck him and his dyed hair and his rings and his piercings. 

You’d been closer friends with him then your sister, Alyssa, for most of your life. She stopped talking to him for a while in the first few years of high school when he moved out of his dad’s house right next to yours, but he stayed close to you, your taste in music and drugs keeping you familiar. 

Sometime right before his dad died, you started to pull away from him. It was a dick move, yeah, to abandon him when he so desperately needed his friends, but you were crushing on the straight guy who’d started fucking your sister, so. You had some valid feelings, too. 

You both went off to college, and didn’t see each other, pretty much ever- you went to different colleges, and both of you roomed on campus. You thought that maybe you would even escape him when you went home for the holidays, since Alyssa broke up with him before freshman year. Because she liked to ruin your plans, though, she stayed friends with him, for some fucking reason. She wasn’t one to hold onto an ex-boyfriend, so you didn’t really know where that was coming from. 

Especially since... 

Okay, Alyssa tells you practically everything. You’ve always been really close, being fraternal twins and all, but when you figured out you were gay in fifth grade, it gave the two of you so much more to talk about. And yeah, she knew you super well, and she knew you were crushing on Sam. She had always assumed the two of you were the perfect match, with your piercings and your attitude and your band tee shirts. It didn’t hurt that she thought he was gay. Right up until she started sleeping with him. 

You couldn’t exactly blame her. 

And then she broke up with him a year or so later because she could feel something was off, and it seemed like he took about a year or so to figure himself out before texting her one night with the words ‘you were right, turns out: I am gay.’  Which pissed you off more than surprised you, because- honestly, the bad timing, right? 

Either way, you grew to loathe holidays. Whenever you came home from college, so did he, and he always came to see Alyssa. 

Every time he did, he felt the simmering anger you held toward him, it’s not like you hid it very well. It’s hard to look into a face adorned by dyed hair, just like yours, and lip and ear piercings, just like yours, and still manage to hide your emotions. Dammit, he really was perfect for you. The older you got, the more he proved it.

It just made you hate him more. 

He never said a word about your animosity, when you disappeared into your room whenever he visited, not to be seen again until after he left. He didn’t say a word when you got snappy with your sister when he was around, he said nothing when you didn’t come down to eat dinner with your family, so long as he was at the table. He took it in strides. 

And then he decided to stop sitting idle, and figure out what was wrong with you. 

You were in the living room on December eighteenth, watching TV. Your mom and sister had left to do some Christmas shopping, so you’d tossed your feet up onto the arm of the couch and raided the alcohol your mom swore up and down she’d notice if you swiped. 

She never did. 

It was about eight PM when the doorbell rang, and you groaned, knowing it meant you’d have to leave your extremely comfortable position practically upside down on the couch. Throwing your legs to the floor, you made it to the door, moving the remote from its place on your chest to the coffee table. 

Pulling aside the curtains covering the door’s window, you realized that it was Sam- why the hell he’d come after sundown, you didn’t care to know. 

You popped open the locks, then opened the door. 

“Alyssa’s not here,” you said, voice short, and went to close the door again. He stopped you before you could. 

“I know,” he said, then shouldered past you and into the house. What a dick move- to assume he was welcome inside, to assume he could wait until she got back. 

“Jackass, she’s not gonna be home for a while,” you said, hostility in your voice even as you took another sip of your beer.

“I know,” was his only response, leaning against the stairwell. He crossed his arms, just... looking at you. How did he know that? And why was he staring into your soul?

“Yeah, alright, whatever,” you conceded, skirting past him and into the stairwell, retreating to your room as you always did when he entered the house. “You know where the food is. Enjoy doing fuck-all until they get back.” 

“Four years ago, we were friends,” he said, catching you off guard when you’d made it to the landing halfway up the stairs. “What happened?” You froze, then turned to face him. 

“You..” you trailed off, giving him a look. That was why he’d come over? To interrogate you? “If you haven’t figured it out by now, you don’t want to know.” 

“What if I do?” You glared for a moment longer before stepping forward, leaning your elbows onto the banister of the stairwell. Before you spoke, you grabbed your lip ring between your teeth. 

“You’re in college, you’re smart enough to puzzle it out,” you said, looking at him like he was scum on earth. “What did you do four years ago that might piss me off?” You could see him begin to consider, thinking through his history. It only frustrated you further that the obvious answer wasn’t obvious to him.

“Okay, jackass, I’ll give you a hint,” you said, beginning to let anger into your voice, “What did you do in this house that might piss me off?” You saw a realization light his eyes, but he didn’t say a word. 

“What, you need another hint, dumbass? You slept with my fucking sister!” Sam looked up at you, and finally you began to see some anger cloud his gaze. 

“So? What’s that got to do with you?” You leaned forward further, lifting a single finger toward him.

“First of all, I’m pretty sure its a fucking rule that you shouldn’t sleep with your best friend’s sister.” He rolled his eyes, which just pissed you off further. 

Like you’d been doing all your life, you vaulted over the bannister, landing in the center of the entryway. You righted your spine, stepping toward him dangerously.

“And you know what I was doing while you were sleeping with my sister?” You snarled, intimidation in your step as you approached him, “You wanna know what your best fucking friend was doing?” He stood his ground, and fuck him, he was just a bit taller than you, so you couldn’t be as intimidating as you wanted to be.

“I was trying to stop being in love with you,” you snarled, lip piercing clacking against your teeth as you spoke. “My best friend’s in the next room over, his dick in my sister, and I’m the dumbass who’s in love with him.” For a moment, there was silence in the house- you hadn’t really expected to admit it to him, especially not like that, and he hadn’t expected such a confession at all. 

You couldn’t let the silence last. You were too infuriated. 

“And then, you had the fucking nerve to go off to college and find out you actually were gay.” An odd thing to be angry about, sure- but you weren’t sure your anger was really at him. Maybe you were angry at yourself, maybe you were frustrated with how the past had unfolded. “How dare you? You had the fucking nerve to be into guys the whole time and still go for my sister over me? You know how much easier it would’ve made high school if you’d just figured that out a little earlier?” You turned your back on him, incapable of looking at him directly. Whether it was out of anger or embarrassment, you didn’t care in the moment to discover. 

“To be fair, I didn’t know I was into dudes when I was with Alyssa.” Somehow, hearing him say that made you even angrier. 

“Yeah, whatever.” You were fucking done with the whole conversation- fuck the movie you were watching, fuck the beer you left on the kitchen island, fuck him. You were going to go upstairs and wallow in some self-pity. Mr. Brightside by the Killers had been your latest song obsession- if it had come out while you were in high school, it would’ve been your anthem. 

“You’re studying to be an engineer, right?” he asked, once again surprising you. 

“Yeah,” you said, not turning to face him, hissing the word over your shoulders. 

“So you’ve probably not taken too many humanities.” What the fuck was he on about? 

“Just ethics, freshman year.” 

“I took a human sexuality course last semester,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. Where the hell was he going with this? Did you really care to know? “Figured out a lot about myself. You know, some gay guys sleep with their friends’ girlfriends because they can’t sleep with their friends?” 

He couldn’t be serious. 

He could not be implying what you thought he was. It would make him not only an idiot, but a destructive one, too. 

“Are you telling me,” you said, voice almost a growl as you turned to him, “That you slept with my sister because you wanted to sleep with me?”

He didn’t say yes. But nothing about his body language said no.

“You fucking prick-” you snarled, and it was like all of those issues you’d had with discipline and anger in high school rushed right back. In that moment, you really did mean to punch him. You took the deliberate step, aimed for his jaw, right below that pretty blue eye with the accentuating eyeliner. 

He saw you coming and ducted out of the way, letting the swing pass over his head. This meant he was close enough, though, to receive your right knee under his ribcage. He reacted in time to grab the knee before it reached him, holding your leg in the air, and time paused while you stared at each other. Rage boiled behind your eyes, and he dared you to try again. 

“Get off me,” you hissed, ripping your knee from his grip and shoving him backwards by the shoulder into the wall. When his shoulder blades impacted the drywall, picture frames hanging halfway across the room rattled. You held him there, right hand keeping him against the wall. Your face inches from his, you brought an accusatory finger under his chin. 

“Fuck you,” you growled, but you noticed when his gaze flicked to your lips. Whatever you had meant to say was absolutely gone from your mind- no way you could think of anything after he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to yours.

‘Cause, like... fuck. 

This is what you’d been thinking about since you were twelve, you know? This is what you’d been dreaming about, waiting for. Holy shit. His lips were so soft, the slight chapping catching and dragging across your lip piercing, and his hands had left the wall and now dragged across the fabric of your shirt, wrenching you closer. You dug black painted fingernails into his hair, freshly blue for the holidays, and damn, this really was everything you’d ever wanted. 

He brought his hand down to your lower back, tugging you closer until there was no space between the two of you anywhere, especially not where his tongue invaded your mouth. 

You pulled away, breath heavy, eyes half-lidded. 

“Fuck you,” you hissed, but he knew you didn’t mean it anymore. Or, not in the same way, at the very least. 

“Were you really gonna punch me?” He asked, reaching up to cup your face, running his first finger over the first of your two earrings. 

“What else was I supposed to do?” You asked, and he just laughed, pulling you in to kiss him again. This time, you took your arms all the way around his neck, willingly pressing your chest and hips against his. He reached down to your thighs, lifting you up, carrying you back to the couch and the movie you’d long forgotten about. 

He broke from your lips and started attacking your neck halfway there, and when he dropped you onto the couch, he fell with you, like he’d rather risk smacking his face to the couch than lose his lips on your skin. Only when you had a nice dark spot on your neck and your heels trying to drag him closer did he pull away, a smirk pulling his labret to one side.

“Still gonna go up to your room whenever I come over?” He asked, expression playful, like he expected you to swing for him again.

“Ass,” you sneered, dragging him back down to you again. 

-🦌 Roe

part 2

[sincerelyella]

It’s Your Love - happy birthday Burnsy!

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Drake x OC (Alyssa); Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

Characters belong to Pixelberry; OC Alyssa Devereaux belongs to my sister @burnsoslow​; Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Summary: The gang coordinates a surprise for Alyssa’s birthday.

A/N: It’s my Burnsy’s birthday and I’m sure everything I’m going to say she already knows! Firstly, I’m so sorry I changed my mind about which AU and which song for this fic like 47545024 million trillion times. Burns just freaking gets me mmkay? She’s my nakie twin, my soul sister, my football bestie and my biggest cheerleader. GUYS! Idk how I could have gotten through this year without her checking in on me, our football conversations or her amazing (and haaawwwwt) fics. Some dialogue in this fic, btw, was taken from a conversation we really had (and as usual, she is hilarious).

Burns, you know that I love you a BUTT TON and I will fight ANYBODY for you (where’s my vaseline?!) Thank you for always being in my corner, for giving me SEVERAL pep talks this year (because I’m dramatic), for believing in me when I sometimes didn’t believe in myself, and for loving me SO HARD. I really hope you have an amazing day and you enjoy your bday dessert and that you like this little fic.

-> please note, this is a rereblog and I am adding this fic to my ML. Today is not actually our sweet Burnsy’s birthday even though we would all like it to be lol

A/N2: This is set in The Loft AU by the way! Check it out here if you haven’t seen these guys’ shenanigans.

Warnings: Adult language, sexual innuendos, and major fluff guys!! The birthday girl wanted to be swooned and I will do my damndest to give her whatever she wants today.

Thank you so much @alyssalauren​ for letting me vent and letting me harass you with my whining … and listening to me change my mind about this for WEEKS - and also prereading for me along with @ofpixelsandscribbles​. I love you guys so much!

Words: 3149 (oops)

Alyssa was not feeling well. The more she coughed, the more she felt like death. “Oh, God, I feel like my brain is going to explode into itty bitty pieces,” she moaned with her arm draped over her face.

Drake bit his lip in an effort to stop a chuckle. She’s so fucking cute, and whiny. But cute. “Baby, it’s just a cold, you’ll be fine.” He slid onto their large king-sized bed and began to rub her lower back.

“It’s not! It’s the plague! Those kids at school don’t cover their mouths and sneeze up into the air! Like, I can see particles of their spit, just wafting,” she complained as she waved her hand in the air, mimicking the particles. “I bet you it landed on me or I inhaled that shit and now, look at me!” Her cute nose was reddened slightly from blowing out copious amounts of snot. She was seriously thinking about shoving some tissue in each nostril just to make sure nothing dripped.

Drake moved his hands upward and massaged her shoulders gently. “I can make you some soup,” he nibbled on her earlobe. “And make you feel … relaxed.”

“Mmmm,” she shivered at his words and sniffled. “Yes, baby, make me feel relaxed!”

A little while later

After Drake’s impressive two hour session of making Alyssa feel better, loud knocks sounded at their bedroom door.

“Lyssa!” Ella bellowed. “Lyss, you’re not answering my phone calls! Are you dead?!”

“No,” she croaked from the bed and stifled a laugh when Drake tripped trying to put on his boxers. “I was just getting my back blown out by my hot boyfriend.”

“Ew, TMI! Okay, are you covered up? I’m coming in!”

“No!” Drake yelled as he hurriedly threw on his pants. “Do not come in here, Brooks! I’m fucking naked!”

“Like I haven’t seen a naked man before,” Ella pushed open the door and rolled her eyes at Drake. “You aren’t even naked, Walker, get a grip.”

“No damn privacy around here,” he grumbled as he looked for a shirt in the closet.

“Hi!” Alyssa called out hoarsely from the bed as she tucked her comforter around her naked body. “I didn’t go to work today, I felt like death was coming for me.”

“I could hear you coughing from the kitchen. So, your blood pressure and that gnarly cough you have are what’s concerning me.”

“Yeah,” Lyss frowned and sniffed. “The cough is rough.”

“And gunky huh? Are you spitting up weird colored stuff?”

“No, it's clear and phlegmy!”

Ella narrowed her eyes on her best friend. “Lyss, did you take your blood pressure today?”

“I … umm no, I don’t like the machine.”

Ella let out a sigh. “You have to babe!”

Lyss’s bottom lip quivered. “I get scared my arm will explode.”

“Lyssa.”

The lip quiver always works with Drake. “… yes?”

“Your arm won’t explode.”

“If it malfunctions it could!”

Ella rubbed her hands over her face. “Alyssa!”

“In one of the Halloween movies, Michael Myers killed someone in the hospital by putting a BP cuff around their neck and pumping it until their head exploded!”

“What the fuck? Okay, no more Halloween movies for you!”

“But-”

“It’s not going to explode, Alyssa. You need to take your blood pressure. Do I have to hogtie you?”

“No ma’am, I’m taller than you!”

“By ½ an inch!”

Ella switched tactics. “If you don’t do this, I’m going to get Drake on you.”

Lyss giggled. “That’s hardly a punishment.”

Ella’s eye twitched and Alyssa held back a laugh.

After another 10 minutes, Alyssa finally agreed to only check her blood pressure if Ella did it for her and Drake had to hold her hand. Once the numbers were acceptable to Ella, Alyssa added to her terms. “Also, I want chicken noodle soup and those little soup crackers” - she sniffled - “and coffee.”

“Why not tea? That’s better I think,” Ella brushed some hair off of her best friend’s forehead.

“Coffee.”

“Cream isn’t a good idea for-”

Drake gave Ella a look.

“I mean … sure!”

“I’ll get started on that, baby,” Drake leaned over to kiss his girlfriend on top of her head. “Be right back.”

Ella waited until he closed the bedroom door behind him. “Lyssa.”

“Hmm?” She was already settled into the fluffy pillow and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Do you have a fever?” Not waiting for an answer, Ella leaned forward and felt Alyssa’s forehead with the back of her hand.

“Nu-uh,” Lyss mumbled and coughed.

“Lyss?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you want to put on some clothes?”

“Mmm, nope, I’m good naked.”

Ella chuckled. “Okay.”

She stood and left Lyss alone to rest. Ella wandered into the kitchen to find Liam and Drake as they stared into a large pot of broth.

“Is she asleep?” Drake asked while he stirred.

“Yep, she’s passed out,” Ella peered into the pot. “You need to add more onions.”

Drake tasted the broth again and shrugged. “Okay, more onions it is.”

Liam handed Drake the bowl of green onions. “So, what do you have planned for her birthday? Are you proposing yet?”

“I had planned to take her to the park and have a picnic,” Drake paused as he tasted the broth again from the ladle. “But seeing as how she’s not wanting to leave the bedroom, I might have to rethink my plan.”

“Hmmm,” Liam tapped his fingers over his mouth. “Why don’t you just have a picnic in the bedroom with her?”

“I guess,” Drake frowned. “That’s not very romantic.”

“You’re trying to be romantic, Walker?” Leo said as he walked into the kitchen with Maxwell with several bags from Nordstrom.

“Yeah, I am, if you must know.”

“I can help you out!” Leo’s wide grin made Drake narrow his eyes.

“What’s in it for you, Rys?”

“Oh, I just love helping my friends! Let me put all my stuff down in the bedroom, I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Drake hissed. “I don’t trust him!”

“I know,” Max replied. “It’s Leo we’re talking about. After he saw the movie Titanic he started the Billy Zane fan club.”

Ella stopped washing the dishes in the sink and turned. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,” Liam added. “Look it up, they’re called the Zaniacs.”

“Why does that make me angrier than anything he’s ever done?!”

Liam shrugged. “He also roots for Billy Zabka’s character in The Karate Kid.”

“Alright, guys! It’s romance time!” Leo announced as he came back to the kitchen.

Three days later

Leo, Maxwell, and Liam were busy setting up things for Drake and Alyssa’s outing at the beach.

“Why is Ella not helping us?” Maxwell huffed as he and Leo carried large boxes of twinkling lights.

“She’s here for Lyss, and to make sure Walker doesn’t sweat too much and get dehydrated,” Leo laughed as all three looked at Drake in the kitchen pacing back and forth.

“Fuck you guys,” his chocolate brown hair a mess after running his fingers through them more times than he can count. “I’m just … nervous.”

“Yeah, we can see that,“ Leo cackled as they walked out into the hallway and waited for the elevator.

“It’s going to work,” Liam reassured his best friend as he grabbed the guitar by the door and followed Max and Leo out.

“Drake, it’s going to be fine,” Ella put her hands on his shoulders to stop him from wandering around the kitchen; it was making her dizzy. “Liam is the King of Romance. Don’t listen to Leo, Alyssa is going to say yes.”

“How do you know that?” He began to babble and couldn’t stop himself. “What if this is too soon? What if she hates my singing? What if she says no?”

“You should be worried about whether she’ll get out of bed,” Ella looked towards the bedroom door.

“Oh my God, is she still in bed?!” He inhaled too quickly and began to cough.

“Okay, Walker, I was kidding. You know she adores you. She said ‘I love you’ first for crying out loud,” she gave him a concerned look. “Are you getting sick?”

“No, I don’t … get sick,” he sputtered as he continued to cough.

“Well you are pretty delicate, maybe you should slow down.”

He waved off her comment as his coughs began to dissipate. “I’m not delicate, I’m just” - he lowered his voice to a whisper yell - “proposing to my girlfriend and I don’t even know if she’s going to like this damn plan!”

Ella rolled her eyes. “Okay, so let’s just forget that you got sick watching Frozen.”

Drake glared. “No. I did not.”

“You also got a nosebleed watching Up,” she smirked.

“Oh my God, will you ever let that go?!”

Ella let out a chuckle. “Okay, fine then, why don’t you go and take a shower?”

“I already did,” Drake looked down at his sweat-stained shirt.

“Yeah, why don’t you go and take another one.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

30 minutes later

“El! I need help!”

“Lyssa? What’s wrong?” Ella let herself into the bedroom Alyssa and Drake shared.

“My sinuses hurt and I dropped my dress and my book on the floor.”

“Okay?”

“Can you pick it up for me? It hurts to bend over.”

Ella hid a smile and bent to pick up Alyssa’s black dress and her book titled Remember Two Things. “I’ve been meaning to read this, how is it so far?”

“Oh it is so good,” Lyss put the book on her nightstand and pulled the dress over her head. “I’m at chapter 18 and these two have been in love since college-”

“No spoilers! I’m going to read it after you,” Ella found Lyss’ shoes under the bed and helped her put them on. “You take that medication I gave you?”

“The pill was too big.”

“Alyssa!”

“I’m kidding, yes, I took it,” she dimpled. “It was a gel capsule.”

Ella let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good. You don’t need your sinuses to act up while you’re out.”

“Where is he taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Alyssa pouted. “No, I don’t.”

Drake appeared in the doorway with a brand new shirt that was miraculously dry. “Ready baby?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she stood and wrapped her arms around her best friend. “Thank you for helping me!”

Ella shooed the couple out the door and quickly called Liam to let them know they were on their way.

***

“Baby, why did you take another shower?” Alyssa eyed Drake’s damp hair.

“I … slipped in something Max spilled on the floor in the kitchen.” Fuck, I suck at lying.

“Oh,” Lyss chewed on her bottom lip and studied Drake’s side profile as he drove his truck through the streets of Los Angeles. “I was thinking … you’ve taken such good care of me while I’ve been whiny and sick and I wanted to thank you.”

“Of course, I care about you.”

“I love you, baby, I feel like we’re so good together.”

“We are, Lyss, I love you too,” he reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Drake slowly pulled the truck into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “Come on, I have something I want to show you.”

Alyssa nodded. She hopped out of the car and took Drake’s outstretched hand as he led her into a walkway with arching shrubs above them. “What is this place?”

“It used to be a secret spot I went to when I was single,” he glanced down at her while she stared up at the greenery in awe. “I would just come down here to be alone.”

Suddenly, the archway lit up in thousands of little twinkling lights that illuminated their way down to the end of the walkway. “Oh my God,” Alyssa squealed. “I love this so much, it’s beautiful!” They came to the end of the lights and began to walk onto sand.

“Only a little bit further,” Drake mumbled as he took in the ocean, then focused his gaze on the large purple blanket that was sprawled out on the sand a few yards in front of them.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a little picnic the guys set up for us,” he gave Alyssa a nervous smile. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes! What’s for dinner?”

“Taco pizza and for dessert,” Drake excitedly climbed onto the blanket after removing his shoes. “S’mores brownie pie.”

“S’mores?!” Alyssa peeked into the large basket that held the pie. “Can we eat dessert first?”

Drake let out a loud laugh. “Whatever you want, baby it’s your birthday.”

Lyss opened the box where the taco pizza sat and she inhaled deeply. “Oh, no, we’re eating this first.” She grabbed a plate and separated two pieces, one for her, one for Drake.

“Thank you.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the waves cascade over the sand; the sun was slowly fading, disappearing behind the ocean, leaving its yellow-orange coloring over the blue hue of the water. Alyssa was sitting in between Drake’s legs, her back against his chest.

“This hit the spot,” she patted her stomach. “Taco pizza just like in Remember Two Things.”

“That’s where I got the idea from,” he kissed her on top of her head. “You told me how taco pizza sounded amazing and I had to get that for you.”

“You are amazing,” she leaned her head back and touched her lips to his. “Is that a guitar? Why didn’t I notice that before?”

Drake’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Uh, yeah, I had Liam bring his guitar out here.”

“Do you” - she pulled away from him and turned all the way around with widened eyes - “do you play guitar, baby?”

He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I … Well, sort of. Liam taught me when we were teenagers.”

“That is so hot,” Lyss mumbled and she bit her bottom lip. “Will you play for me?”

Drake nodded. “Hopefully I’m not too rusty, it’s been years.”

“I know I will love it.”

Drake picked up the acoustic guitar behind him and began to tune it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he went through each string and turned the knobs in turn. Alyssa watched as he dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a guitar pick. How is a man with a guitar so sexy?

“Here goes nothing.”

He strummed the guitar and smiled when it didn’t sound off-key. He took in a deep breath and began to sing.

Dancing in the dark, Middle of the night

Taking your heart, And holding it tight

Emotional touch, Touching my skin

And askin' you to do, What you've been doing

All over again

Alyssa was taken aback. She had no idea he played guitar or sang a note until today. Drake Walker singing country music just did something to her; not to mention the fact that she loved this song.

Oh, it's a beautiful thing, Don't think I can keep it all in

I just gotta let you know, What it is that won't let me go

She couldn’t stop herself, she started to sing along with him. It was a duet anyway.

It's your love, It just does something to me

It sends a shock right through me, I can't get enough

And if you wonder, About the spell I'm under

Oh it's your love

Their eyes were locked as they sang together. Alyssa harmonizing with him made his stomach do flip flops. He was a nervous wreck just thinking about singing and playing this damn guitar in front of her. But once she started to sing, he wanted to stop so he could hear her angelic voice instead of his rough one.

“Drake?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I stopped.”

“That was so beautiful,” Lyss’ eyes were full of unshed tears. “I had no idea you could sing, baby.”

“I’m sorry I stopped, I wanted to hear your voice instead of mine.”

“Come on, let’s keep going!”

“I … I wanted to ask you something first.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

He set the guitar down on the blanket next to him and reached into his other pocket. “Lyssa,” he pulled out a black velvet box but didn’t open his hand just yet. “I wanted to make your birthday special, and I was so fucking nervous because I didn’t know if you’d like all this.”

“Anything we do together I love, baby,” she grasped his free hand with both of hers. “Don’t ever think I won’t like something you plan for us.”

Drake nodded. “I love you and I chose that song because it’s your love that keeps me wanting to wake up every morning,” he opened his left hand and she saw the box in his hand.

“Is that …”

“Alyssa Devereaux,” Drake opened the ring box and there sat three round diamonds on a gold setting. “Will you marry me?”

The tears were falling and one hand was clamped over her mouth in shock. She was crying so hard and overwhelmed with so much emotion that she struggled to speak. “Y-yes, Drake, yes!”

Drake’s entire face lit up at her words; he slid the ring on her finger and leaned over to kiss her. “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”

Cheers erupted from behind some bushes behind them, and the couple turned in surprise. Leo, Maxwell, Liam, and Ella jumped out, all with their phone cameras pointed in Drake and Lyss’s direction.

Drake scowled. “What the fuck?”

“Guys!” Alyssa jumped up and waved her left hand in the air. “We’re engaged!” Ella pulled her in for a big hug and the two of them began jumping up and down.

“Nice going, Walker,” Leo smirked as he shoved the last piece of taco pizza in his mouth. “You still sing real pretty too, just like in middle school.”

“Fuck off, Rys,” Drake snarled.

“You did good, brother,” Liam stepped forward and pulled his best friend in for a manly hug.

Drake gave him a half-smile. “Thanks for setting this up, and for all your help, Li. I know Twiddle-Dumb and Twiddle-Dee didn’t help much.”

Liam shrugged. “They picked up your pizza and pie. Got one for themselves while we were waiting for you to pop the question.”

“Taco pizza is the bomb,” Maxwell announced with a mouth full of food. “You guys are engaged! When’s the wedding?!”

“We’re still on cloud nine from being engaged, Max,” Alyssa chuckled. “We’ll all plan it out when we’re ready.”

“All of them?” Drake asked incredulously as the gang began to clean up the picnic area. “All of them are helping us plan?”

“You’re stuck with us forever, gorgeous,” Leo called out to Lyss. “You sure that’s what you want?”

Alyssa looked over at her fiancé, who just so happened to look at her. “I am so sure.”