#Bea is gonna be pink text.

[oneofgothamsinsane]

I've acquired another child. Meet Bea.

HIIIII :3 I like raccoons >:3

... Yeah y'all probably ain't gonna see much of him.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Strawberries and Cream presents: ✨A Day with Buck✨

Pairing: Buck x reader

Word count: 3.7

Masterlist

Notes: This is literally born from the fact that I think chapter 3 was going to be close to over 9k if I didn’t do some serious editing. I literally took the end of chapter 3 and made it the beginning of chapter 4 🤣🤣 p.s it’s me again this was all in vain it’s still that long

Buck is a cuddle monster.

He clings to you as you lay in bed, your arms crossed over your chest. He’d made you get in bed with him, said you guys used to share as kids anyway and that he’d stay to his own side.

Literally 10 minutes later he was curled into your back, and five minutes after that he had his arms wrapped tightly around you. This was so him, even as a child when you’d share a bed with him and Maddie you’d wake up to his legs over you and his head on Maddie’s stomach.

“Buck?” You poke at his arm, It’s around noon now. Eddie had dropped you off that morning with a kiss to your forehead and a promise that he’d text you when he woke up.

“Hm?” He groans softly, opening one eye. He looks up at you, giving you a sleepy grin “What’s up kiddo”

You roll your eyes at him, turning in his arms to shove him away

“Get your fat paws off of me, I have to pee” You whine, clawing your way out of his arms. He rolls over, letting you go and grabs his phone. You come back a few minutes later and he doesn’t look up

“Did you spray before you left?”

“I literally just peed!!”

“Pfft yeah okay sure. Miss Stinkypants”

When you were a child you’d accidentally soiled your literal diaper while you were in your car seat on a road trip and Buck never let you live it down. After 20 something years he still called you Miss Stinkypants even Maddie had done it a few times and both of them died laughing every time. Who needed siblings when you had these two

1:25 pm

Buck is sitting on the couch when you come back down from the bedroom, he’s playing animal crossing and cleaning up his island

“Charge your switch we can play together” He nods over to the charger in the wall and you grab yours from the coffee table, plugging it in. He proudly shows you around “BuckTopia” and all of his favorite villagers. Though he’s waiting to get rid of Hippeux, he hates him. He loves Bea and Fauna and he’s got a love hate relationship with Canberra. Eventually you show off your island, “Faeton” and he’s incredibly impressed.

“God it must have taken years to lay all of those paths” he gasps, staring at your pink walkways

“The initial lay down? God yes. But you know after that I just find 12 piece paths and overwrite the original 12 and it lays itself!”

You two spend the next 45 minutes running all over each other’s islands, beating each other with nets, and trying to hit the button at the same time so your little characters are dancing together.

“You know I’m glad they added this” Buck stretches his arms in the air, following along with the group stretching session

“It’s ridiculously cute” You agree, as you both bend forward and then push your chest out

2:10 pm

“I don’t think you’re ready for this. You’re so not ready for this” Buck bounces on the balls of his feet, and shakes out his arms.

You turn and kick his butt “I don’t think you’re ready for this!” You taunt him and he swings at you playfully, trying to smack you.

The game counts down and you and Buck start dancing in sync. You hadn’t played Just Dance in forever and apparently someone did like his life depended on it.

“I’m gonna kick your ass” He says in a singsong voice, Toxic by Britney Spears plays on the screen as the two of you dance along. He’s not even breaking a sweat

“You play this one a lot don’t you?” You ask him, panting a bit. He flashes you a shit eating grin and shakes his butt

“Oh I’m sorry, I have no idea what you mean” His voice is sweet and angelic as he’s hitting perfect nearly every time.

“With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slippin' under

With a taste of a poison paradise”

He turns to you with a whip of his head and you burst out laughing, singing with him.

“I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?”

2:45 pm

“So like… what is going on with you and Eddie?”

Buck holds his hand still for you as you paint his nails, his eyes covered with slices of cucumber complete with a hydrating face mask.

“I don’t know, if I’m being honest” You sigh and blow on his nails softly. Your hello kitty headband keeping the hair from your strawberry face mask

“I do really like him” you blush “But I’m not sure if I’m ready to take that step you know? Like what if he thinks I’m messy? I think? He likes me? But he doesn’t know about my past relationships and like what if that’s too much baggage?”

Buck rolls his eyes carefully under the cucumbers, dear god you two.

“Eddie has relationship baggage too Y/N. And you don’t like him any less do you? Even if you don’t know his?”

“I guess you’re right…” You say shyly, taking his other hand. “Same pattern or opposite”

“Opposite. And actually there’s something else we need to address”

“And that is? Sassy pants” you pull his hand closer and start painting

“You slept over and I haven’t heard any of those details yet”

“Okay promise you won’t tell him I told you?” He can practically feel your excitement, he takes one of his cucumbers off and bites into it

“Promise”

“He woke up hard” You blurt it out, dropping his hand.

Buck lurches forward, the other cucumber flying off his face “He what?!”

You squeal and nod your head fast “I- I was awake a bit sooner than I let him know and oh my god Buck. Oh. My. God. He’s-“ you look around like for some reason he’s gonna hear it “he’s huge” you whisper

Buck snickers, blowing on the nails on his other hand “Yeah I know we had a whole drunken measuring contest it was the funniest thing in the entire world. Are you telling me you felt it?”

Your cheeks flush even more and you nod your head slowly “Yeah…but that’s not even the whole of it because we started having a pillow fight and-“ you stop for a second, and Buck gestures wildly

“And?!?!”

“Okay but this part is embarrassing to tell you!”

“You once had to hold my hand while I got an anal exam because I was pushing too hard when we were younger. I don’t think anything is as embarrassing as that.”

You laugh hard, your body shaking as you wheeze and fall into the couch, remembering when you were teenagers. He was mortified the entire time because the nurse was cute as hell. Of course they had to be cute.

“Okay!” You wipe your eyes carefully and giggle a bit before taking a deep breath “Okay. Okay. We had a pillow fight and I ended up on top of him and I kind of just… did something? Like it was just supposed to be a joke I swear!!”

“What did you do!”

“I kind of sorta ended up grinding on him”

Buck’s mouth drops wide open and he just stares at you. You groan loudly in embarrassment and fall back on the couch

“What did he do”

You cover your face with your hands and Buck starts beating on your leg

“What did he do?!?!” He yells and you kick at him, fighting back

“He moaned! Okay god he moaned!”

Buck squeals, which is impressive to say the least and you roll off the couch in embarrassment

3:45 pm

“He moaned, can you believe that?!”

You, Buck and Maddie are on the couch eating lunch. She came over to drop off some stuff for him and brought lunch for the three of you. Buck spent the last 20 minutes retelling all the details you’d told him, and Maddie is listening with wide eyes.

“And you two didn’t do anything else?” She asks, stabbing at her chicken

“How many times do I have to tell you guys! No! We ate breakfast and that was it!” You stab at your own, glaring at the two of them and they’re both giggling at you

“You guys are literally so cute I could die” Buck sighs “I can’t wait to be related to Eddie it’s gonna be so fun”

Maddie laughs at him “Oh my god, you’re gonna scare her!”

“Related?! That’s not too fast?! I don’t even know his middle name!”

“He doesn’t have one. I’m thinking maybe a spring wedding? Or fall. You hate the heat which is hilarious considering he’s a Texas boy”

“Imagine Eddie with a cowboy hat” Maddie says

Buck perks up in his seat “With his shirt off? I’ve got a picture of that actually”

You all crowd around his phone as he goes through his “Eddie” folder. He’s got a lot of pictures of him. “Have you ever seen him shirtless? You need to see him shirtless”

“I literally slept with him shirtless” you mumble and Buck’s hand freezes. You slap your hand over your mouth and he and Maddie immediately pounce, screaming

“You! Left! That! Shit! Out!” Buck yells at you and Maddie points an accusatory finger

“What were you wearing?!!”

4:45 pm

Buck drags you to Target. Okay so it’s not really dragging when Target is literally the best place on earth and you’re eager to go with, he had to pick up some stuff for dinner. After dramatically singing all the way there you stop at the Starbucks first. You’re looking up at the menu from afar when someone covers your eyes

“Guess who”

He says in a weird high pitched voice

“My 7th grade math teacher?” You giggle and Buck snorts

“Wasn’t he a dude?”

“That’s a horrible guess, why would you guess that” Eddie snickers as he pulls you into his chest and hugs you. Your cheeks flush and Buck watches the two of you, all giddy and trying to hide it

“Can you quick stalking us” Buck pulls him away from you and you turn around, looking up at him. He looks relaxed in a white tank top with a flannel on and jeans. God it’s a good look on him too, those quarter length sleeves are to die for.

“We literally have each other on life 360? It’s impossible not to stalk you. Not that I actually was. Just needed a few things”

“Do you have Y/N?”

Buck takes Eddie’s phone from his back pocket

“No? Are you- you’re gonna- yeah okay sure”

Eddie rolls his eyes as Buck turns his back to them to add you

“Anyway… how are you? Having a nice day?” His hands rest on your shoulders before pulling you into his chest again for a hug

“Miss you, pretty girl” he says quietly, running a hand over your back.

Your cheeks flush as you bury your head in his chest “Miss you too…and yeah we’re having fun! Just like old times” you smile up at him, your chin on his chest.

He strokes your hair, just…looking at you. It makes you nervous inside, a good kind of nervous.

“You know what you want? I’ll get it for you”

“Oh no- no that’s okay” You say quickly “I got it”

“Actually I’ve got it” Buck hands Eddie back his phone and pulls you into his arms protectively

“No Eddie’s allowed, we talked about this” He scolds him and Eddie rolls his eyes, putting his hands up

“I know, I know I’ll back off. I’ll see you later cutie… and Y/N” He makes a little face at Buck, and you snort before waving at him

“See you later”

“See you later” Buck mocks you in a high pitched voice as you order your drinks. You punch him in the side and he laughs, dragging you over to go wait at the end

“So what are we having tonight?” You ask as you awkwardly and a bit embarrassingly climb into the cart. Buck holds it down for you as you get comfy

“Just spaghetti and meatballs, I know you miss my recipe”

You sigh dreamily when he hands you your drink and pushes the cart “Oh god you’re right”

“Exactly”

He walks around the store, pushing you along and throwing ingredients at you instead of into the cart and snickering as he does it.

“Would you stop that!” You yell as you catch the Parmesan before it smacks you in the face

“Do you know how long it’s been since I was able to torture you? Honey I have years to catch up on!”

“Okay well you know what, don't go crying to Maddie like you always did when I get you back. And I will get you back Evan”

“I’d like to see you try”

Payback comes in the form of giving Buck a wedgie in the parking lot.

Maddie calls you 15 minutes later.

5:25 pm

“You think Eddie will like his tamagotchi?”

You’re sitting in the front seat of Buck’s jeep as he drives over to Eddie’s house. You’d found the cute little toys and bought the newest ones. Yes they cost a pretty penny but Buck chipped in and you guys bought three. One for each of you

“I think he’ll like it because it’s from us” He chuckles, pulling into Eddie’s driveway. He stops the car, leaving it running.

“Remember, in and out. We still have to make dinner”

“Aye aye Captain” you salute him as you jump out. Before you even raise your hand to knock, the front door is opened. Eddie leans against the frame, crossing his ankles.

“I didn’t… even-“ it’s embarrassing the way you gape at his chest. He’s shirtless now, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

He holds his phone up, shaking it “Buck texted. Whatcha doin here sugar cube? Miss me that much?” He slips his phone back in his pocket, crossing his arms over his broad chest and you know you’re drooling and you also know, in your heart Buck absolutely set this up.

“I uh…I-“

Eddie snickers and steps away for a second, coming back with a hoodie on.

“Use your words, Princess. Focus now”

Oh god he’s such a little shit

“Oh neither of you deserve shit!” You say, shoving the gift bag in his hands and practically running back to the jeep. Buck is laughing his ass off as he drives away with you punching him in the side

5:55 pm

Triple C: Sent 1 Attachment

I've named it Apollo

6:03 pm

You giggle as you stare at the picture on your phone, you never actually expected him to play with it, which is stupid considering you bought it for him. Buck is making you babysit his while he makes dinner. You’re both tempted to buy one for Chim.

6:45 pm

“Have you considered moving in with me?” Buck asks as he serves you both a plate of spaghetti you frown a little and set the tamagotchi down on the table

“Yes. If I’m being honest. It seems… a bit more ideal than sharing a house with a married couple and a baby… but you don’t really have the space for me here and before you say it- there’s no way in hell I’m making you sleep on the couch! This is your house Buck”

“First of all,” he puts Parmesan on your spaghetti and pushes the plate towards you “I honestly wouldn’t mind the couch if it meant you staying here. Please Y/N that is an option and I’m willing to make that sacrifice for you… maybe we can share the bed! We’ve had to before, we know we can. Second of all, please don’t shut me down right away. But have you given any thought as to staying with Eddie? Like have you actually? Because that’s a really good option. What if you went between our places? You know… part time there, part time here. You’re not a burden Y/N. Not in any way, shape or form.”

“I feel like one, sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t have come here” You tell him, playing with your spaghetti, twirling it on your fork. “In all honesty Evan?… I want to move in with Eddie. He’s the best option, I know that. But it seems so serious making that move and I’m very nervous about what it could do to whatever the hell our friendship is. I don’t… have many friends Buck, you know that... I never have. I don’t want to lose him because we can’t stand living together”

“I really don’t think that’s going to happen. He’s really serious about you taking his spare room Y/N. It’s just collecting dust at this point. Hell, what if I moved in with him instead! And you took this place? I sleep on his couch more often than I do here” he says, chuckling a little as he digs in to his spaghetti

You’re a bit stunned to say the least. You love the studio. But kicking Buck from his own place is too much, and you know your cousin would do it for you in a heartbeat. It’s been a long time since anyone has done anything for you out of love.

“You know I love you and Maddie right?” You say a little teary eyed and he coos softly at you, coming around the table and hugging you

“Oh come onnn…don’t cry” He says softly, smiling “You’re gonna make me cry! Just think over your options and let us know what you decide okay?”

8:19 pm

You’re sat on the couch, your legs in Buck’s lap. He’s carefully painting your toenails to match your fingernails.

“Okay explain to me again why Simon is pretending like he can’t get Daphne pregnant?”

He asks as he blows softly. You tilt your head to him carefully, trying not to muss up the pink clay mud mask you’ve got on.

“Because he doesn’t want kids cause of his shitty dad and since Daphne hasn’t had sex or even been taught about it she doesn’t realize homie is just pulling out”

Buck nods slowly, turning back to the screen. Your phone rings and you grab it awkwardly, putting it on speaker

“Hi Eddie, you’re on speaker” you say, your words a little garbled with the inability to move your face as much

“Hey Sugar cube, hey Buck”

“Eddie this better be good I swear to god” Buck threatens him as he pauses the show. You giggle a little and you can hear Eddie scoff.

“I was actually calling for you, asshole. You didn’t answer your phone”

“I’m busy”

“Doing what?”

“Painting Y/Ns nails. This requires precision, asshole. What did you want?”

You giggle at them as you hold your phone out for Buck and he makes a little face at you

“You’ve never painted my nails” He says, sounding hurt

“You’ve never asked” Buck sasses him back

“Fine Buck, will you paint my nails”

“If you come here literally right now? Yes.”

“Bro, bet”

“Wait I’m not-“ before you can say anything Eddie hangs up. You sigh and set your phone down, crossing your arms over your chest

“I thought you wanted today to be just us” you say, your eyes narrowed. “And i'm not dressed! I don’t even have a bra on!”

“Okay, first of all, it’s my house, my rules, you wear whatever you want. Second of all…Does it bother you? Cause we can call him back. I just…. He’s my best friend and I miss him”

You lay back on the couch, laughing “Can’t go one day without your bestie huh?”

“They call us Buddie for a reason”

You decide to put one on just in case

8:54 pm

Eddie doesn’t just come over, he brings snacks. He opens the door, letting himself in, because of course he has a key

“Honey I’m home”

He shucks off his shoes and tosses his coat down. He sets the bags on the coffee table and starts taking things out, chips and pretzels, some candy and a couple different ice creams he puts in the freezer.

You move your legs from Bucks lap and Eddie sits in the middle of you two

“Bestie” He nods at Buck

“Sugar cube” he winks at you

Buck holds up four different face masks and he picks the refreshing pomegranate mask and you put a matching headband in his hair. Buck paints the mask on and the three of you curl up on the couch together, he wiggles his fingers at Buck who smirks and takes his hand, starting on his cuticles

“You wanna pick the color?” He asks, leaning his head on your shoulder. You smile at him when he hands you the box of nail polish and you start to rummage through it. You grab two colors, one that matches Buck and one that matches yours and hand them to Buck

10:32 pm

Eddie holds both you and Buck as you cry into his chest over Anthony’s dad. He tears up a little too

11:42 pm

“Why can’t I just be the judge?” You groan softly as Buck puts the joycon around your wrist

“Because we dance together as a family”

Both boys school you in just dance and they laugh about it and make fun of you when you throw popcorn at them.

Watching Eddie dance to “Treasure” by Bruno Mars is fun and it’s even better when he sings it to you. You’re halfway convinced Buck is picking all the dances he’s good at just to impress you because he doesn’t miss a beat

12:27 am

Buck goes to the bathroom, and you dance to “Havana” with Eddie, he doesn’t have to stare into your eyes the way he does, but he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

Buck watches quietly, leaning against the wall. The song ends and Eddie pulls you up his body, still staring into your eyes, his hands holding your waist firmly. Your heart is beating out of your chest and not just from the dance

“Man, I told you learning this dance was gonna come in handy one day!” Buck fist pumps the air and you groan loudly, crashing against Eddie’s chest

1:30 am

Buck clings to you and you cling to Eddie as the three of you pass out in Bucks bed

Thank you random person in the photo 🤣🤣

[joytraveler]

68: Hungry Hungry Every Day

This one starts with a dark title screen showing a hypodermic needle and a stethoscope: a medical theme is apparent.

When Bea begins the game, there's a few lines of text:

[A NEW DISEASE IS JUST BECOMING KNOWN.]

[DIAGNOSE EACH PATIENT AND DETERMINE THEIR SYMPTOMS.] [THE REAL PATIENTS ARE VERY HUNGRY.]

"No... no, I don't think so" Bea tries to exit but the chat explodes in protest!

"Fine, the sanctity of my stomach is clearly not important to any of you, let's move on!"

DueyDecimal: Finally some answers about those worms!

Syrupentine: Bea I'm with you on the gross thing but just a couple minutes okay?

Glockroach: Suck it up, soldier

The game itself is quite simple: a line of patients passes across the screen, one at a time per screen, and the player must choose what treatment to give them. If they're coughing, you give them the cough syrup; If they have spots, give them the hypodermic needle.

The danger is that you have to look away from the patient to look at your clipboard, and when you look back, sometimes the patient has different symptoms you hadn't seen before!

"Seems simple enough... Ok ma'am you look like you just have zits.. wait, no!! she wasn't coughing before!? did I give her a wrong thing??"

TaichouSenseiKun: She looks more pale than before too

Bea you don't have a green thumb at all!

After the third person Bea treats, the first person returns: looks like Bea did her good, she gets to stamp her with a clean bill of health! That's a big points bonus, too!

The fourth person, however, is extremely pale, and shivering, and the speech window says:

["Got anything to eat?"]

"It's okay Taichou you can kiss my butt later! We gotta worry about this guy. He's hungry! we should give him a tasty helping of WORM DEATH!" Where's the right medicine! or the right procedure..

Once you check off all the symptoms on your clipboard, the letters turn red and the message appears: QUARANTINE.

"Oh... all right, well.. off with ya then!"

Baconnaise: Great beaside manner, bed

Two people dressed in hazmat suits come to take the frightened patient away! The next one to come in looks scared too-- she must have seen what happened to the last one.

In fact, once Bea checks her clipboard to check off the symptoms, she's gone by the time you look up!

"This is obviously going to get more difficult... Hey!! I... I mean I don't want to send her off if I don't HAVE to, but if I don't.."

The next one that seems unwell, she just checks all the symptoms off as quickly as she can!

"Oooo i done bad.. I done really bad.."

berd_snurglar: nah he looks pretty sick. a nice healthy pink sick

Next one up is the second one you treated, who looks familiar... and not just because you've treated him before. That rictus grin, those unfocused eyes... the blue tinge to the skin.

Glockroach: Real good Bea, you made a Spumco out of the man

"I thought I sent him to be unwormed!! What do you want again, horrible zombish man?!"

The text in the speech box is jiggly and hard to read:

["TELL THEM I'M NOT SICK."]

pigbarrel: a spanko. spank him for his lies

Bea tries to have him sent back to quarantine! Oh, here's the third patient again...

This one looks fine! Pink cheeks, big smile... but something's squirming under its skin.

HNV: I don't think that's something you can check off-- oh wait there it is.

"I long for the charm of Surgeon Simulator.." says Bea, getting visibly uncomfortable! "Uuuugh come on guys you know I can barely do Trauma Center!"

berd_snurglar: the pixels make it better

"THEY MAKE IT WORSE!!"

As soon as Bea looks down at her clipboard, there's a red POP effect from above. "I'm gonna switch views again and squint through my fingers and you guys can give me the details.."

Syrupentine: STOP PLAYING THIS GAME. >____<

When she sees something is still moving on screen, off the game goes!!

HNV: Well, the good news is, that was a game over…

DueyDecimal: Thanks for being brave for us, Bea

Bee52: but you're probably glad you didn't see that

Baconnaise: She'll have to edit this later. there is no escape bea

"Maybe not but there's deep denial and I'm going with that for now, NEXT GAME!"

[babysizedfics]

@switchyticklebug requested tickly teasy concept!!

ro teaching michael how much vee loves tickles and teases

side note: another concept i builded on in messages with someone else - @a-little-bit-flustered this time - so pls excuse any weird formatting r grammar hasdhshd and  any indednted text  is bea typing not me

i imagine during the time that michael stays over at the family’s house a lot in his top surgery recovery, he gets to see a lot of the family dynamics that he just hasn’t been close enough to witness before - including roman and vee’s teasy tickly dynamic

AHH makes my heart go whooosh to think of vee and michael hanging out with roman in the living room and vee has been giggly all day and rlly sweet but also is  gettin kinda of fidgety but neither or nor michael realise why

but occasionally mimmy will say smth sweet that embarrasses vee and she goes (⌯≧ ﹏ ≦⌯)  "nooooo" and wiggles and hides her blushy cheeks (and smile) on michaels shoulder

and michael is a sweetie and is like oh okay i wont say that again sorry kitty! because he just wants to respect it if she tells him not to do smth

but then roman sees vee pout a little but shyly go quiet and fidgety again and hes like OHHHH i seee what kinda mood she’s in....

and hes like "hey Michael wanna learn smth about vee vee?" 😏😈 hsjsjsj

and he scooches over and pulls vee into his lap and michales like aww :3 but vee is rlly blushy like HHHH ros gonna do it he’s gonna tease me in front of mimmy ! and tbh this is rlly what shewanted all along

and roman explains teasy "when she whines 'noooooo' , unless she says cotton candy then it ACTUALLY means 'pleeaaase make me blush and stutter more' " and vee squeaks and buries her face and michael is just like :0 ?really??

and ro whispers "and sometimesss..." and wiggles his finger rlly RLLY lightly under vees ear and vee squeaks and whines "it means 'pleeeasee tickle tickle tickle me'" and starts tickling vee in front of micahel hhhhss >///<

and michael just thinks its rlly funny and cute and laughs when roman 'teaches' him all the tickles vee likes

AHHH and imagine roman gets michael to hold vee in his lap while roman goes for her tickly thighs and vee is SO PINK and whiny and squeaky and giggly and wriggly

and michael is laughing like “ahh oh my gosh kitty youre so ticklish this is so funny!! awww youre so cute look at you!!" and he pinches her cheek while ro tickles her

and logan walks in on them tickling her so much and her rlly blushing and hes like “okay boys i know youre having fun but lets be gentle with vee okay? “

and michael instantly straightens his back and is like 'uh yes logan, sorry sir'

and romans like "yeah hang on right after this" and wiggles ALL his fingers right on the insides of vees thighs and she SCREAMS and accidentslly kicks romans shoukder rlly hard and roman falls back winded and michaels like OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY and vees still gasping for breath and logans just so apathetic like "you brought this upon yourself" and walks out

omg this is like during the day before a michael stays the night tho so like michael is gonan be there for HOURS and vee is gonna be so flustered jsjsjdjdj

@a-little-bit-flustered : AHHHHHHHH they’ll literally be chilling together later in the afternoon and vee will just be sat there STILL blushing and full of butterflies because she can’t stop thinking about how flustered all of the teasing made her and the little tiny smile/sparkle in her eyes never quite disappears until they go to sleep later ashdhfjfhh 🥺💗🥺

YESSS and when theyre laying in bed in vees room that night  then michael just has a rlly cheeky smile and vees cheeks burn again but faer lips pull up and fae hides it behind minty and whines "whaaaaat"

and michael teases "you like being tiiickleeed~" in a singy song hsjjsjd and vee just squeaks and buries faer head under the blankies

and michale asks a lot like "so why do u like it ? where are u most ticklish?? does only roman tickle you? how often does he do it ? why are u blushing? does me saying the word tickle make u squirm??? omg it does!!! tickli tickle tickle tickle" and hes just rambling constantly and vee is DYING

NOOOOO THE SINGY SONG VOICE omg poor vee just wouldn’t be able to handle it, she’d bury her face into minty and stay under the blankie to hide her blushing and the big big smile on her face and michael is just like “kittyyyy, come out of theeeere~” and very gently pokes her side like how roman showed him before and all of the teasing has made vee so sensitive that she *squeals* bc the build up and anticipation is just way way too flustering and she’s just a little puddle of giggles ahshdjfgh 😭😭💗💗

AAA omg the poke and squeal shsjjs ohh and imagien then patton ducks his head in a couple minutes later and they both clam up and blush rlly bright and micahel is like "we were just playing - um! n-not like—not like that kind of playing but like--"

and patton chuckles like yes honey i know vee likes to play the special tickly game (vee whimpers) , but i think you both need to get your rest - we have a hospital patient AND a baby in here, you both need an early night!

and michael feels a lil guilty and says sorry and good night and patton gives vee another bedtime kiss (and minty of course) and then hes like "anyway, the more sleep you get tonight the more energy youll have to play tomorrow!!"

[makknays]

connection: severed

a/n: totally don’t just write about my own life as an outlet this is part 1; i wrote it a while ago and i need to figure out where i want this to go...

word count: 1.7k

genre: angst??? idk??? 

Jungkook and you had crossed paths before, just over a year ago to be precise. The two of you had matched on a dating app, not looking for anything more than attention and validation from a stranger, but ended up taking a liking to each other. Everything was going smoothly for 6 months but then both of your destructive tendencies got in the way; he stopped communicating what was wrong and you acted with your emotions instead of your brain. You hurt each other and the trust you had had now disappeared. You both had decided that it was best to stop talking to each other for a while to figure out everything you wanted and needed from each other.

In Jungkook’s defence, he had told you he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with anyone. You had no idea why he did what he did though. Why he treated you like you were his entire world? He said that he still wanted to be friends, but you knew that was just him being polite. You knew your friends were right about him, but you didn’t want to believe it. He took your heart and tore it into pieces, yet his hoodie was still hanging in your closet after all this time. Every so often your mind would wander back to the time when he loved you back, even though he never said he did, it was evident in his actions that he did. He was always available when you were, always ready to buy you food or offer you clothes when you were cold. 

He could never see you in the state that you were in when you first tried to get over him; you hadn’t left your apartment weeks, barely making it to lectures and classes. Your friends had come around a few times to make sure that you were alive, but even they stopped checking up on you. You weren’t in the state that you were in because of him, no, you were that way because life had become a mess ever since you met him and everything had come crashing down. You no longer knew what to do and where you were going with life; you had lost yourself when you lost him and now you were left to find that girl again

Now here you were a year later, standing across from him at a college party. It was a Friday night, you’d had a long week and wanted to let steam off, so you agreed to join your friend at some party that was supposedly a big deal. He looked just as good as ever and you quietly took in all his features before quickly turning away when he noticed you. “Bea, he fucking saw me; I need to go somewhere else.” “Oh, c’mon ___, it’s been like a year, just talk to him. It’s not like you still have feelings for him, right?” “That’s not funny.” “He’s coming over now, go!” “Bea!” you shouted, but she had already left you to go talk to someone she’d probably hook up with later, at least someone was gonna get some.

“Hi stranger.” “Uh, hey, what’s up?” you plainly spoke, God, you wanted to get out of this conversation but no matter where you looked you couldn’t find an exit cue. “Already trying to find a way to avoid me?” he chuckled and you couldn’t help but notice the way he still looked down when he did. “No, it’s not that at all! I’m just, uh, wondering where my friends are.” “Sure, you don’t have to lie to me.” “I’m sorry,” you sighed “It’s just, I wasn’t really expecting to see you here, or anywhere really.” “How could you not when we go to the same college?” he laughed, you always loved his laugh, the sound of it could light up the whole world. “I don’t know, I guess, I just. I guess I just didn’t want to.” you shrugged, looking away from him, trying your hardest to avoid any eye contact. “Hey, how about we go outside and have a real conversation? Wouldn’t that be better?” he asked before holding his hand out for you; you stared at it and then at him, before sighing and grabbing it. You followed his lead into the garden and sat in the corner, away from all the noise.

“So…” “So…” “How have you been, ___?” “Uh, good, yeah. You?” “Good.” he nodded, looking away and realising just how awkward the two of you had become. “Remember when things were good between us?” he softly smiled. “Yeah, how could I forget? That was the healthiest thing I’ve had in a while.” “Did you date anyone after?” “No, didn’t really want to. You?” “Eh, kinda, but realised I didn’t want to either.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment afterwards, both thinking about how it all went wrong. “Do you want to try again?” he suddenly asked. “Jungkook, you know I can’t answer that.” “Sorry, it was a stupid question.” “Jungkook, that’s not what I mean. I just think we hurt each other a lot.” “No, it’s okay. I get it.” “How about, uh, you and I hang out sometime? Let’s catch up properly.” “Sure, are you free tomorrow?”

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“Hey, I hope it wasn’t too hard for you to get here; this is one of my favourite cafes ever.” you smiled when Jungkook approached you. “No, no, it was pretty easy actually. I don’t live too far from here. What’s so amazing about it?” “Let’s go in and I can show you.” Jungkook opened the door to the cafe, signalling for you to walk in before him and followed after you. “This is why.” you smiled, pointing at the display of cakes they had on show, as soon as you entered the cafe. Jungkook took a moment to take in the display and the rest of the cafe’s pink and natural aesthetic; there were plants in every corner and even a cat wandering around, asking for pets from customers. “I can see why this place would be your favourite, it feels very you.” he smiled, looking back at you. “Thank you, let’s order and find a seat.”

“So...how’s college going?” you asked as the two of you sat by the window. “You know, it’s okay. Kinda boring, kinda stressful, at least I’ve got baseball though. You?” “Oh yeah, I forgot you were on the team. Same for me though, you know, stressful.” you chuckled, awkwardly tucking a piece of your hair behind your right ear. “So…” “Yup…” “What are your plans for later?” “Oh, um, just hanging out with Bea, you remember her, right?” “Is she the one you live with that dated that really weird guy on the swim team?” “Yup, that’s her. I’m surprised you don’t remember her as the girl who split wine down your favourite shirt, you know, after we, uh, stopped talking.” “Oh yeah...no hard feelings.” he awkwardly chuckled. The two of you had grown a lot more distant than you had even realised and you were now wondering if being here was even worth it; was there even anything you could fix?

“I missed you, ____.” “Jungkook.” “No, hear me out.” you could feel yourself holding your breath, worried about the sudden confession. Who was he to miss you? Especially after what he put you through. You were over it, but you never received an apology and you were just disappointed that he ever did all the things that he did. “I blamed you for so much and I’m so sorry. I never admitted anything was my fault. I didn’t think it was, but looking back, I can see how my behaviour triggered your reactions. I’m sorry I lied to you, I know, it doesn’t take back anything I did or said, but I want to work on getting you to trust me again. You were my everything, ___. I was just as scared as you were, but I didn’t want to show you and I let us grow apart instead. I hate that I didn’t try to fight for us the way you did; I just gave up. I regret it so much, ___. I miss having you in my life. You are such a radiant light and your personality was so addictive; I couldn’t get enough and I find myself missing the girl that would cheer me on and woke me up to good morning texts and photos of her smiling before class.” “Jungkook.” “It’s a lot, I know.” 

“Jungkook. I’m gonna need some time to think about everything you said.” “That’s okay. Hopefully, not a year.” he chuckled, trying to keep things lighthearted. “I was really hurt when you didn’t fight for us. I was hurt when you gave up and allowed your feelings to disappear. I felt like I didn’t know who you were and the person I was talking to didn’t exist. You put me through a lot.” “I’m sorry, that’s all I can say. I want to show you that I’ve changed though.” “Just give me some time to figure stuff out, okay?”

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“He said what?” “Bea, chill out.” “I can’t believe him, after everything he put you through he’s basically asking to come back into your life like it didn’t happen?” “Bea has a point. ___, your heart is too big sometimes.” Daisy, the third part of your trio, stated. “Daisy, this wouldn’t even have happened if Bea protected me at the party but she left me to talk to him.” “Bea...” “I’m sorry! I thought he was just gonna ask her to fuck or something, you know, something she can defend!” “It doesn’t matter guys! What’s done is done. Now do I give him a chance? Maybe, as a friend? I don’t want to exactly date him anymore...those feelings are gone.” “Are they really?” Daisy teased, knowingly. “For the most part.” you pouted, dragging out ‘part’. “Okay, I got it! Don’t speak to him!” Bea said, she was being serious. “Bea, you know that won’t happen. Especially with how impulsive ___ is with these things.” “Ugh, you’re right. Okay, just be friendly? Tell him this is purely friendship.” “Yeah, that’s a good start...” Daisy laughed. 

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[11.11pm] you: hey, ive had a chance to think about what you said

[11.14pm] jungkook: oh? 

[11.15pm] you: i think it’s best for both of us if we’re just friends for now, but id like to rebuild that trust we had :)

[11.17pm] jungkook: well, thats better than not having you around :)

[11.19pm] you: are you gonna come to jimins party this saturday ?

[11.20pm] jungkook: would hate to miss it 

[pechadream]

Battling With You.

Pairing: Machampshipping (Korrina [15] x Bea [16])

Category: Hurt/Comfort (I guess???), Light angst, Oneshot.

Prompt: Locker room confessions.

Word count: 1677

Author's note: @bastartjack gave me this idea so I'm writing this instead of sleeping, I also have not written fanfictions in like, possibly a year, so take that as you will- 

Anyways,

Enjoy!

Bea grumbled as she entered the empty locker room after being defeated yet again by Raihan and Leon. This time Korrina, her friend all the way from kalos who joined her in battle, had to watch her be humiliated in front of so many people. 

Bea grabbed her bag and searched for her phone, hoping she could just leave before the tournament ends so she could train more to get her mind off it, and also so she doesn't have to face any interviewers, she was great when it came to putting on a straight face and not showing her emotions to them, but she didn't know if she could do that in front of Korrina... Her friend...

She let out a soft amused laugh thinking of that. 'Friend'. Oh who was she kidding. She knew she felt more than that towards Korrina, she just couldn't face the truth. She felt scared, for once, that Korrina won't feel the same way or just wouldn't accept her sexuality all together... She couldn't lose her friend over something over something as stupid as a little crush, she won't let that happen. Besides, what if Korrina does accept, what then? What would the public do... Would their titles be ruined as gym leaders? What if-

"Bea! Oh thank arceus that I found you! I was looking for you!" 

Bea jolted, almost dropping her bag from the sudden noise, and looked over to see Korrina skating over. Korrina noticed after getting closer that something was wrong. "Are you okay? Your face is red, and your eyes are teary..." Crap. How did she not notice she was tearing up. "I-I'm okay, I just..." Bea tried to find the right words and quickly looked away, wiping the tears away as fast as she could.

Korrina's face softened to a small comforting smile as she held Bea's hand. "Hey... Wanna talk about it...? Is it about the match...?". Bea bit her lip and shook her head, then looked at Korrina. "It’s not about th... well... I-I mean I guess it kinda is? I don't know...".

Korrina led Bea to a bench and sat them both down. "Did I do something wrong, Bea?" "W- nononono! You didn't! 's just... how do I say this..." Bea mumbled to herself and started thinking about what to say. Or if she should even confess. 

‘I might as well just get this over with.’

Bea let out a sigh as Korrina just sat there and watched silently. Bea waited a few seconds before she softly spoke up. 

"I... I'm not really good with stuff like... this... so just... let me explain... can you... can you just... Promise to not be mad at me..." Bea couldn't even look at Korrina in the eyes, she just stared at the floor. "I promise." Korrina held Bea's hands and watched as Bea started to speak up.

"I... I know I made us lose out there... and I'm sorry.". 

Korrina stared at Bea with a blank expression, "Bea, you didn't make us lose... they're just really strong trainers, Bea! You did great out there..." Korrina stated firmly. 

"N-No I just... Please... Let me finish...." Bea took a deep breath and continued. "'S just... there's been something on my mind... y-you see... I'm not... 'good'... with people. Never have been. So, naturally, I'm not good at multi battles either... Except with you... You're different. For those battles we won it felt... Amazing... We did lose at the end, and that was awful, don’t get me wrong!... But at the same time, being able to battle with you... It feels so right and... Comfortable."

 Bea's voice started getting back to her normal tone, starting to feel much more confident than before. She looked at Korrina, and god... She was beautiful... A light pink blush dusted her cheeks and ears, with her soft golden hair out of the ponytail she normally keeps it in. her mouth in a soft smile as her eyes sparkle while she listens to Bea.

"I guess... What I'm trying to say is... I.. I love you, Korrina..." Bea finished, feeling much better than before. Korrina's smile grew bigger as she took a few seconds to process what Bea said. Bea also processed what she had said and quickly looked away; her face more flushed than it had ever been in her entire life. Bea started to panic, thoughts rushing through her head.

'Oh arceus! Why did I say that!? What if she doesn't feel the same way?! WHY DID I SAY THAT!?! WHAT IF SHE HATES ME!? WHAT IF-'

Korrina softly cupped Bea's cheek with one hand and turned Bea's head so she looked at her, snapping Bea out of her train of thought, after a few seconds Korrina smiled and spoke; "I love you too, Bea...". Bea couldn't believe what was happening, Korrina loves her... Korrina loves her! 

Bea started to tear up, unlike last time, these were tears of joy. "Huh- Bea...? Are you okay?" Korrina asked softly, wiping Bea's tears away. "Y-Yeah... 'm okay, I-I just... I'm so happy you feel the same way..." Bea let out a choked sob that was mixed with a laugh.

"I... To be honest... I thought... You might've just not wanted to be friends anymore... Or you would be disgusted by me..." Bea confessed, her voice was low and hoarse. "Wh- Bea I would never!" Korrina exclaimed, obviously not expecting Bea to say something like that. "Even if I didn't feel the same way I wouldn't be 'disgusted', it would maybe possibly be slightly awkward for a few days, but I wouldn't hate you!". "Well I d- well I knew you wouldn't- Argh! I don't know what I was thinking, okay?"

"Okay, okay! Well it's not like you have to worry anymore since I feel the same way anyways, right?" Korrina smiled at Bea and held her hands close. 

"Right..."

"So uh... Are... Are we a 'thing' now? O-Or are we supposed to have like.. A date or something? I've never actually done this before...". Bea was totally red in the face by now, but she could care less, all she could focus on was the beautiful girl that's in front of her. 

Korrina laughed softly, "How about you pick me up tomorrow at five? I heard there's a festival at turffield! They might even have roller skating there as well! I can teach you!" Korrina suggested with a big grin on her face. "Sounds perfect... We should probably go shower since there's sand in our hair though." Bea brushed some sand out of Korrina's hair with her hand. "Oh- Right!" Korrina stood up and went to the showers, leaving Bea behind in the locker room.

Bea quickly grabbed her phone and cleared tomorrow’s schedule, postponing the interviews she might've had, and not taking over the gym that day, she reminded herself that she'll have to apologize to Allister for that one... She quickly shook off that thought and went to go shower. 

In the shower she kept thinking of what to do; ‘What am I gonna wear?' 'Should I bring her a gift?' 'Maybe I can ask Milo for some help getting the flowers!' 'Wait does she even like flowers-' 'Oh arceus what if she's allergic?' 'What if she hates flowers!?' 'WHAT IF SHE'S ALLERGIC A N D HATES FLOWERS-'. And other normal calm stuff like that.

She dried off after a good ol' panic in the shower and got out, after Bea got dried off and dressed she went out back to the locker room and saw a clean, visibly tired, Korrina waiting at the bench where they were at before. Bea walked over and sat down next to her. "Hey", Bea said in a soft voice. Korrina gave a tired smile "Hi...". Korrina just naturally cuddled against Bea and nuzzled her face into the crook of her neck. Bea tensed up a bit. "Korrina someone might see..." Bea mumbled. 

Korrina lazily looked up at Bea. "it... it's fine... they're all still battling... just a few minutes... please? I’m really tired..." Bea stared for a few seconds then sighed. "Fine... just a few minutes.". "woooo...!" Korrina let out tired giggles and started falling asleep. Bea rested her head against Korrina's and closed her eyes. 

'Just a few minutes won't hurt...'.

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"Mmmhn..." Bea grumbled as she woke up, Korrina still resting against her. All the lights were out, and there was something heavy on her. She grabbed her phone and turned it on, being blinded by the light for a few seconds. "... Oh, you've got to be kidding me." She muttered under her breath as she stared at the screen,

It was ten pm. five hours later than when they first fell asleep.

Bea softly groaned in annoyance, then looked at what that heavy thing was on her and Korrina.

Leon's obnoxious cape.

"Oh, you've g o t to be kidding me!" Bea repeated, whisper yelling this time. Great! Now the former champion, who is also her new boss, AND her coworker know about her and Korrina. And it just had to be Raihan out of all of them! It just had to! Well, it's not like Raihan would just out her, he's not like that. 

But when she eventually does come out, oh boy... He's going to have a field day with that one. Just like how he did with Gordie and Milo. How does he even get in these situations so often!? Oh god there's also that gym leader meeting coming up-- Oh whatever, she has other things to worry about.

Bea stared at her phone for a few seconds, then looked at Korrina, she bit her lip and paused, thinking about it for a few seconds, then softly spoke.

"Rotom? Set an alarm for six am." 

After checking if it was set and going through her notifications, possibly also sending a vaguely threatening text to Raihan, she laid down on the bench with Korrina next to her. 

Slowly falling asleep once again, with Korrina in her arms.

[letsbenditlikebennett]

A Medium Tree-t || Ariana & Blanche

TIMING: Present. Shortly after this (x)  PARTIES: @letsbenditlikebennett & @harlowhaunted SUMMARY: After her messages to Winn not going through, Ariana realizes he’s deactivated his social media. She goes to Winn’s to check on him and discovers Blanche passed out in her car outside of Winn’s home. 

When Ariana sent Winn a message and it didn’t go through because his account was apparently deactivated, she had a brief moment of “what the fuck, dude,” before she texted him. When the message remained undelivered, she grumbled and threw on a pair of running shoes. She hoped it was nothing, but she was still going to run over there and check on him. After all, they were supposed to look out for each other and Winn’s life was a lot more important to her than an essay on Othello. She ran towards Winn’s with her backpack in tow, keeping a close ear and nose out for anything out of the ordinary. It smelled more like Winn as she approached his home, but there was something else familiar. The answer became clear when she saw Blanche’s car and felt another pang of worry hit her. Oh god, did someone hurt both of them? As she approached, she could see Blanche’s form asleep in the back hatch of her car. Some relief washed over her, but it was still strange she was asleep in her car and not in the house. Not wanting to scare Blanche, she very lightly wrapped on the window and called, “Blanche, it’s Ari. Are you okay?”

When Blanche realized that she hadn’t been absolutely clawed to bits, she had dragged her sorry ass back through the woods, grabbing her keys and phone along the way, and stumbled back to her Jeep. She was in no state to drive or think or do anything, so she didn’t. Instead, she texted Nell that she would be home later, and curled up in the trunk of her car to pass out. She needed work on the telekinesis thing, she couldn’t just keep throwing people out of her way when she was in danger - or when she thought she was in danger. It took a toll on her body, and it was getting harder and harder to control the energy that burst from her when she thought she was going to die. But she didn’t need that now. Blanche sank into a deep, dreamless sleep until some irritating tapping woke her up. Blanche groaned, turned on her side, not remembering where she was. Her car was a lot more comfortable than the Nell’s Greenhouse - wait. Was she in her car? Blanche tiredly rose, blinking sleep from her eyes as she stared at Ariana looking at her through the Jeep’s back window. “Ari?” Blanche mumbled, tiredly. What the - oh. OH shit. Winn had tried to attack her. She was still outside his house. Crap. Blanche let out a loud groan, running her hands down her face as she signaled to Ari to give her a minute, shifting forward to open up the trunk. “Ari? What’s - What’s happening? What time is it? Are you okay?”

As she watched her friend wake up, Ariana felt her eyebrows knit up with concern. Given it wasn’t the lightest wake up call, but still, Blanche did not look great. Everything about her screamed exhausted and like she may have been upset. Plus, being asleep in her Jeep was weird. Something had to have happened here and she had every intention of finding out what it was so she could make sure both her friends would be okay. She took a step back from the car, giving Blanche a moment to get oriented. It was hard not to leap forward and look her friend over the moment the trunk door opened, but she managed to keep her heels firmly planted in their place. Her face was puzzled for a moment, she was the one checking on her. Ariana was quickly learning that Blanche was definitely the mom-friend. “I’m fine,” she explained, “Winn’s account was deactivated and his phone’s not receiving texts, so I came over to make sure everything’s alright. The real question is are you okay?”

“Winn’s what?” Blanche asked, slowly, running a hand through her fading pink hair. She didn’t comprehend it, not really, before she ran her hands down her face in realization. “Fuck. He attacked me.” Wait. “But not like that!” Blanche said, quickly looking at Ariana, slightly panicked. “Uh so - okay. Let me just - Okay, I’m going to Info dump on you, right now.” Blanche siad, shoulders slumping. She didn’t have the energy to hide, and besides, Blanche knew what Ariana was. “Background info: I’m a medium. That means I see dead people. Ghosts. Spirits. Sometimes a rare power they have is telekinesis. I’ve frequently used it to throw people away from me when in trouble, and it makes me really exhausted because I don’t practice with it - I think, at least.” Blanche shrugged slightly. “Anyway, Winn wanted to spar while he was in wolf form, so I said okay, but it wasn’t going well, so I said I wanted to stop. But then he -” Blanche ran a hand down her face again, trying to make sense of exactly what happened. “He got in my face with the teeth and the claws and - He scared me and I accidentally threw him into a tree. And then he really tried to attack me. I think.” Blanche fornwed, finally looking at Ariana as she leaned against the side of her car, exhausted. “It’s kind of fuzzy. Winn was heavy, and… It wasn’t great.”

Ariana stared at Blanche blinking slowly as she tried to process everything Blanche had just said. Blanche was a medium, okay cool. That was chill and good to know. Then she got to the part where she was sparring with Winn while he was in wolf form. Who the fuck had that dumbass idea? Ariana had been born a wolf and considered herself pretty balanced with both forms, but even she knew that if provoked and felt like she was truly in danger, her survival instincts would become more dominant. She threw Winn into a tree and he lost control, made sense, and was exactly why this whole setup had to be one of the worst ideas she’d heard literally ever. Even if it was the world's stupidest plan ever, her friend was still clearly shaken up and she’d refrain from being too mad at her. Winn should have known better. He was older and knew what they were capable of in wolf form. Her jaw was practically on the floor and she shook her head incredulously. “Okay, okay, that’s a lot, but it’s okay,” Ariana assured, keeping her tone level and calm even though internally she was freaking out a little bit, “One, I will kick Winn’s ass later for thinking this was a good idea. Two, cool on the medium thing. Three, it sounds like you passed out. Have you had anything to eat or drink since?”

She sucked in a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah, that’s all… fair. I didn’t pass out completely until I staggered back here, thankfully,” Blanche said, tiredly. Thank god she hadn’t passed out in the middle of the woods. Poor Ariana, out here to check on Winn who was god knows where doing god knows what. She didn’t know if his phone was broken or if he deactivated his blog or what, but that meant he had shifted back into human form at some point while she was passed out into the back of her jeep. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s partly my own fault, I knew it was a shitty idea but I wanted to blow off some steam and it just made things worse.” Blanche winced, rolling her shoulders back before she shook her head. “No. I probably should. I usually just sleep a lot after I yeet someone,” Blanche mumbled, but her stomach growled and her throat felt dry, and she had already been dehydrated enough this past weekend, so her roaring headache aws killing her. “Look, I - do you have water on you? I don’t know where Winn is, but it’s probably not in the house considering I woke in my car, but…” Blanche let out a low sigh, examining Ariana. “But I can’t -” Blanche’s throat closed up, a lump forming in her throat. Shit, was she crying? She took a minute. Ariana was eighteen, and she absolutely didn’t have to deal with this shit. “I can’t do this today. I’m sorry. I - I need to get back to the Vural house.”

“I’m glad you made it back to safety,” Ariana responded seriously. Passing out in the woods, especially in White Crest of all places, was far from safe. She still looked over Blanche worriedly. It was clear using telekinesis and her fight with Winn had left her physically and emotionally drained. She shook her head, “That might be true, but trust me, I’ve been a wolf my whole life and have considerably good control and I wouldn’t even dream of sparring with someone in wolf form that I didn’t intend to actually hurt. Instincts are a powerful thing. He should have known better. I’m just glad it wasn’t worse.” She fumbled through her backpack as Blanche mentioned she should probably have something. Ariana was glad she had the foresight to grab it, though she tried to avoid going deep into the woods or for a longer trek without it. She pulled out a water bottle and a Clif bar, “Here,” she said, handing them over to her, “Do you need an Advil? Do you have any cuts?” Concern etched further across her features when she realized Blanche was crying. It was valid as fuck, but it still broke her heart to see. She opened her arms and wrapped them around Blanche, “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. If you don’t feel up for it, I can drive you back home in your car and run back here to make sure Winn’s okay, too.”

“Me too,” Blanche mumbled. Shit, she felt terrible for making Ariana have to deal with this bullshit. She should be at home doing her homework or worrying prom or whatever it was teenager werewolves did these days. Blanche just wanted to get home - get back to Nell so she could curl up onto the mattress she had dragged into the greenhouse for Nell. It was easier than sleeping on the cold ground every night. Bea’s death left poor Nell in shambles and Blanche needed to go home and pick up the pieces, not go off somewhere blowing off steam doing something fucking dangerous. Blanche took the bottle of water and the Cliff bar. “I could use an Advil,” Blanche admitted, before Ariana hugged her. Blanche stiffened for only a moment, before she wrapped her arms around her for just a moment, swallowing any more tears down, “No, no. It’s - I’ll be fine. I’ll drink water and eat this, and…” She closed shook her head, forcing her voice not to shake. “I just want to get out of here. Will you text me when you get home safe? And tell me what you’ve found or whatever?”

Without hesitation, Ariana grabbed a couple of Advil from her bag and handed them to Blanche and said, “Here you go.” Whatever she had that could help would be happily provided. Going face to face with a werewolf had to have been terrifying for Blanche and she wished she could go back in time and knock some sense into both of them. At least she was okay, and hopefully she could find Winn to make sure he was as well. It was clear Blanche was ready to be out of here and she didn’t want to keep her, but she still worried. “Okay, finish that and you can go. Just text me when you get back, alright? I’m worried about you driving after passing out.” She nodded along with Blanche’s request. It’d be easy enough to keep her in the loop. “I’ll keep you posted, for sure. Just,” she trailed off, “Please be safe, okay?”

Blanche opened her water bottle, popping the Advil back immediately with a healthy chug of water. Obediently, she opened her cliff bar and took a healthy chunk out of it. IT was hard to swallow, not because she didn’t like it, but more because the thought of eating right about now wasn’t working with her, even if she was hungry. “Thanks Ari,” Blanche said, rubbing the back of her neck a little sheepishly. “I’ll be okay, this has happened before.” Well, except she had called Kaden to pick her up the first time, and Rio was already with her the second time, so no, this hadn’t exactly happened before. Blanche pushed herself out of her trunk, stretching her tired limbs. “I’ll text you, I promise.” Blanche said, giving her a wry smile. She had to get home, everything else could be dealt with later. This was just a momentary distraction for what mattered. As Blanche closed her trunk and rounded to the driver’s side, she paused. “Be careful, okay? And don’t you forget to text me too.”

[wrennix062]

Let's get personal:

• 6 of the songs you listen to most?

You’ll Be Back (Hamilton), Car Radio (TØP Vessel), Soldier Poet King (The Oh Hellos), IDK You Yet (Alexander 23), Lemons (Brye), S.L.U.T (Bea Miller)

• If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Thomas Sanders

• Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

"Her smile faded, her chest tightened, and heavy blanket of anguis smothered her smallest joy."

• What do you think about most?

Whether or not the world exists

• What does your latest text message from someone else say?

Goodnight

• Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

With

• What's your strangest talent?

Uhm, I can identify any bird based on a picture (not that great a talent)

• Girls... (finish the sentence) Boys... (finish the sentence)

Girls are handsome. Boys are beautiful.

• Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Not that I know of

• When was the last time you played the air guitar?

Earlier tonight (i was listening to the phineas and ferb theme song)

• Do you have any strange phobias?

Agoraphobia (fear or large spaces/rooms, I always hated gym class)

• Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

One of those round flat LEGO dots

• What's your religion

I don't have one specific, though I lean towards a philosophy known as the Dao De Jing

• If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Birding

• Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind.

• Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Twenty Øne Pilots

• What was the last lie you told?

That I practiced piano

• Do you believe in karma?

It depends.

• What does your URL mean?

Pidgeon refers to Pidge Gunderson from Voltron Legendary Defender, 11206 is my favorite number

• What is your greatest weakness and strength?

Weakness - Emotions Strength - Music/Art/Writing

• Who is your celebrity crush?

Bex Taylor-Klaus

• Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?

No

• How do you vent your anger?

Writing angst

• Do you have a collection of anything?

Tiny screwdrivers

• Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Honestly it doesn't really matter. As long as I'm able to talk to them and hear them, I'm good.

• Are you happy with the person you've become?

More or less.

• What's a sound you hate vs a sound you love?

Hate - hail on my window or roof Love - pencil tapping

• What's your biggest "what if"?

What if the world as we know it doesn't exist and we are all living an illusion surrounded by other illusions that act as if they understand reality?

"I think, therefore I am."

• Do you believe in ghosts? What about aliens?

Ghosts, more or less. Aliens, absolutely. There is a vast and ever growing space beyond our knowledge, there is no way we're the only planet capable of harboring life.

• Stick your right arm out. What do you feel first? The same with your left arm.

Right - my nightstand Left - my wall

• Smell the air. What do you smell?

My dogs

• What's the worst place you have ever been to?

A mental hospital, visiting a family member. (No, it wasn't an insane asylum, this family member was dealing with suicidal thoughts and tendencies.)

• Choose - East or West coast?

East.

• Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

I am all genders and none, but of my opposite sex would be Shawn Mendes

• To you, what is the meaning of life?

There is none. You wake up, do things daily, go to sleep, and repeat until you die. You aren't meant to do things differently, some people are just considered better than others and actually make an impact.

• Define Art.

A way for others to interpret an individual's self expression

• Do you believe in luck?

Yes. The universe doesn't treat people the same all the time.

• What's the weather like right now?

It's storming outside, lots of thunder and lightning and rain.

• What time is it?

At the time of writing this question, 12:10 am

• Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

No, I don't drive.

• What was the last book you read?

"The Mysterious Benedict Society"

• Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Absolutely not.

• Do you have any nicknames?

One of my friends refers to me as Remus because I remind her of Remus from Sanders Sides

• What was the last film you saw?

"After The Dark" otherwise known as "The Philisphers"

• What's the worst injury you've had?

Between spraining my wrist and getting a two inch split on my scalp

• Have you ever caught a butterfly?

No, but I have held one and walked with it without it flying away

• Do you have any obsessions right now?

Chemical Engineering, learning Italian, Philosophy

• What's your sexual orientation?

Asexual - Panromantic

• Ever had a rumor spread about you?

Yes

• Do you believe in magic?

Not really, no (but I do believe in the paranormal)

• Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

The only person I know has done me wrong gaslighted me and made me believe it was my fault, so no

• What's your astrological sign?

Aquarius

• Do you save money or spend it?

Depends on if we're talking about video games or real life

• What's the last thing you purchased?

Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha

• Love or Lust?

Lust is fake. I will always and forever choose love

• In a relationship?

Nope

• How many relationships have you had?

Four

• Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

No

• Where were you yesterday?

At home

• Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

An old toy vault that I got at a book fair

• Are you wearing socks right now?

No

• What's your favorite animal?

It's between a lion, a snake, or a coral polyp

• What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Use a super cheesy dad joke, it always makes everyone laugh

• Where is your best friend?

At home

• Give me your top five favorite blogs on Tumblr

Idk I don't really follow any blogs

• What is your heritage?

Italian, Danish, Norwegian, English

• What were you doing last night at 12:00 am?

Writing fanfiction

• What do you think is Satan's last name?

Grovum (don't ask me why)

• Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

I tried, I hated it

• Are you the kind of friend you want to have as a friend?

Not really, no

• You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss told you that if you are late on more time, you get fired. What do you do?

If I'm late all the time, it means I don't wanna be there. I'll search for my dream job, but right now there is an innocent life at stake and I can do something about it.

• You are at the doctor's office and she has just informed you that you have one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone that you're going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) I tell my closest family and friends. I want them to be there for me, but if I tell anyone I'm not close with, they will only pity me.

b) I will spend the rest of my time eating chocolate, drinking coffee like it's soup, and blending waffles, because doing something weird is doing something fun.

c) Not at all. Death is an inevitable concept. I would be sad, I would be angry, but I would not be afraid. There isn't a point to being scared of something you can't avoid.

• You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

I choose love. Living life without loving another person, whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial, would be torture. And for me, love is the same as trust, but trust is not the same as love.

• What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

"Sincerely Me" from Dear Evan Hansen

• What are the last four digits of your cell phone number?

9286

• In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Equality.

• How can I win your heart?

Chocolate, a Ferris wheel ride at night, and accepting my sexual orientation.

• Can insanity have more creativity?

No. Creativity is always in the back of your mind. The same is with darker creativity. Insanity just brings it to the forefront or makes you act on it.

• What is the single best decision you have made in your life?

I decided that self harm doesn't help. I'm glad I did, or I could have landed myself in a hospital.

• What size shoes do you wear?

8 1/2

• What quote would be written on your tombstone?

"Life is a locked door. Death is the key.

Death is a locked door. Life is the key."

• What is your favorite word?

Infinitesimal

• Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word heart.

Red mixed with black and white.

• What is a saying you say a lot?

What can you do when you live in a shoe

• What is the last song you listened to?

"Heavydirtysoul"

• Basic question, what is your favorite color?

Green

• What is your current desktop picture?

Hogwarts castle

• If you could press one button and make anyone in the world explode, who would it be?

*thinks to self* does my sleep paralysis demon count..?

• What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?

It's not a matter of which question, it's a matter of who's asking it

• One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn the light on to find you are surrounded by mummies. The mummies arent really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Offer them some toilet paper, maybe they're here because the ones at the supermarket are still sold out.

• You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they grant you a superpower if your choice. What is that power?

Shapeshifting

• You can re-live any point in time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half hour experience would you like to experience again?

My first time watching the first scene in IT.

• You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Fighting with both of my best friends

• You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

None. I'm asexual.

• You just got a free plane ticket anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Venice, Italy

• Do you have any relatives in jail?

No

• Have you ever thrown up in the car?

Yes

• Ever been on a plane

No

• If the whole word we're listening to you right now. what would you say?

F**k Donald Trump

[that-emo-unicorn]

Social Distancing Day 30:

Today started with a bang, aka an anxiety attack, triggered when my work make a facebook post about a new curbside service before emailing the staff (it can about an hour after I saw the post) and a text convo with my mom which brought the panic attack full scale. But I was able to take Bea on a lap around the neighborhood and calmed down some.

I also actually got to have a nice text chat with my boss (I'm gonna be going in for a bit on Tuesday, but not interacting with the public at all). And then finished out my evening getting roots back to the blonde I want, and I dyed my eyebrows and armpit hair pink! I'm gonna add the pink and purple back into the top of my hair tomorrow or the next day. And probably give the pink in my eyebrows some more time.

[lespetitspoisons]

Lucy Quinn Fabray Way back in high-school, when she was a good christian, I used to know her.

Marina Diamantis - E.V.O.L Puck Pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts, I lie in bed, I hate my guts. A day in the dark, a muddled afternoon, oh baby, darling, how I long to become your suicide blonde. Hayley Kiyoko / Kehlani - What I need Santana When we're all alone, girl, you wanna own it. When we're with the fam, you don't wanna show it, you try to keep us on the low. I only want a girl who ain't afraid to love me, not a metaphor of what we really could be. Doja Cat - Ain't shit Finn I can't really get mad at them, shook him like an 8-ball it's embarrassing, ten page text, should've wrote a book, could've made a bag. But he broke and he still waiting till I can chill, and he really think I'mma get back to him. Doing too much, relax a bit, acting like that cause your dad's a bitch. Lennon Stella - BITCH (takes on to know one) Rachel You walk into the party, you're laughing with our friends, you make it look so easy, but I just can't pretend. How can you act like everything's alright? I don't know how we're gonna sleep tonight. You make my mind so heavy, somebody take this weight away. There you go, laughing at me when I'm crying so tell me why, you do the things you do, oh God, you know what they say: it takes a bitch to know a bitch. Aly & AJ - Church Can't you see it on my face ? I get caught in every lie, I can't even stop to take care of my own self, let alone somebody else. I need redemption for sins I can't mention. Too many nights and there's no end, I'm hellbent, the reckless one, too many nights I justify all my casualties of love, for all the times I can't reverse, for all the places where it hurts, I need a little church.

Douina / Kehlani - Righ girl mood Rachel You some L.A vibe, I'm the flyest on my block, Henny on the rocks and that shit do not stop. All the taboo convos becomin' so candid, she talkin' hundred racks that and 50 this, I'm on my rich girl mood, she do what she wants, you think these politics matter ? Well shorty, clearly they don't. Miley Cyrus - Mother's daughter Oh my god, she got the power, well look at her, she got the power. Don't fuck with my freedom, I came up to get me some, I'm nasty, I'm evil, must be something in the water or that I'm my mother's daughter. Sarah Jaffe - Clementine We were young, we didn't care, is it gone, or floating in the air ? I changed my mind, now I feel indifferent. All that time, wasted, I wish I was a little more delicate, I wish my name was Clementine. Tove Lo / ALMA - bad as the boys Santana She was just as bad as the boys, I know she used me for some fun, and I was down until she felt like the one. Maybe the heat just got me blind, she's so fine, love hurts when it's on fire, she's a liar. Kim Petras - Can't do better Puck Everytime she goes through her hair, I feel the tension in the air. No I can't let you leave, so I kill my insecurities. Oh, you can't do better, do anything that it could take to convince myself I'm in first place. King Mala - Mercy These habits kill my intention, my constant need for attention ruins the party once again. Now I'm searching for mercy, I wanna fix what I've done, I wanna learn how to get alon. I'm begging mercy, is there any good inside of me ? Losing sense of my morality. Bea Miller / 6LACK - it's not u it's me Puck I don't want you blaming yourself, it's bad for your health, cause honestly it's not you, it's me, I'm the only one I need. I'm sure someone's gonna love you, not me, and love all the things that you do, took a minute but it hit me, finally, that I'm not the person for you. Maneskin - Supermodel Alone at parties, she's working around the clock. When you're not looking, she's stealing your Basquiat. Low waisted pants on, only fans ? I'd pay for that. Yeah she's a monster, my compliments, if you wanna love her, just deal with that. She'll never love you, you just look a bit like her dad. King Princess - Pussy is god Santana I think you're so cute when you get high, I've never been good at this nice shit, but I could try if you like it. It gets hard when you give a fuck, get knocked down from some other lover but their best wasn't good enough, and you're number one to me. You know it's God, baby, when you're around her, she's God and I found her.

[ghostofviper]

Requests Open

Request Rules:

Open until 11-7-17 at 12:30pm PST

1. I don’t write for WWE. Aleister Black, Pete Dunne, Tyler Bate and Trent Seven are the exception to this rule. Other than that send anyone in.

2. I always acknowledge request asks. If I didn’t respond I didn’t get your ask, so please ask if you didn’t get a response when requests are closed.

3. I tailor the requests how they come to me during the writing process. I don’t take specific requests for smut, fluff, angst, etc. I never know what direction a story is going until I start writing it, so what comes out is what you get.

4. I have no problem receiving multiple requests from people. Send in as many as you want.

5. COMMENT AND REBLOG! This a serious motivator. It’s hard to write not knowing if people are enjoying.

Send me a name and number. I’m not combining any requests this time as it is too difficult with song lyrics.

Thank you everyone!

1. “Cause you know I get excited when you get jealous.” Jealous by Nick Jonas and Tinashe

2. “If you’re under him, you’re not getting over him.” New Rules by Dua Lipa

3. I wanna taste her lips, cause they taste like you.” Girl Crush by Little Big Town

4. “I don’t know your fucking name, so what, let’s fuck” A.D.I.D.A.S. – Korn

5. “You make me wanna show you anything goes” Alexis Texas – Cruel Youth

6. “Baby as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.” Alone – Halsey

7. “The time bomb is ticking and no one is listening.” - Another Way to Die – Disturbed

8. “I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for trying.” Bad at Love – Halsey

9. “You look like my next mistake.” Blank Space- Taylor Swift

10. “If you wanna go to Heaven you should fuck me tonight.” Young God – Halsey

11. “When I look at you, I wanna get a room.” When I look at You – Lesley Roy

12. “I ain’t nice, no I’m quite a dick, I’m the bad guy who’s making you sick.” Villain – Theory of a Deadman

13. “Come here boy, I want to dance. Before I said a word she was taking my hand.” Play it Again – Luke Bryan

14. “It hurts to say out loud, looks like she’s really gone now.” Today – Gary Allan

15. “Everyone wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink.” Strange Love – Halsey

16. “I don’t mind if you take what’s yours, but give me mine.” Sweet Things- The Pretty Reckless

17. “Drive the women folk wild, shoot ‘em all down with a flash of your pretty smile.” Just Like Jesse James – Cher

18. “I am the dark. I am the sin. I am the beast that lies within.” Love is Cold – Georgi Kay

19. “Everyone’s tellin’ me what you been doin’, who you been screwing.” - Twisted, Britney Spears

20. “You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face, but tell me how do my leftovers taste?” My Leftovers – Porcelain and the Tramps

21. “You taste so sweet, but I can’t eat the same thing every day.” Leave Me Alone, P!nk

22. “When you’re out in the club, don’t think I’m not and when you’re out making love, don’t think I’m not.” Don’t Think I’m Not- Kandi

23. “You desired my attention, but denied my affection” White Blank Page – Mumford and Sons

24. “You’re in my veins and I cannot get you out” In My Veins- Andrew Belle

25. “You used to make me smile, now you make me sick.” Feelings Fade – Gnash

26. “I’m not that girl anymore..” I Dare You – Bea Miller

27. “Through all the tears and all the lies.” - So Happy I could Die – Lady Gaga

28. “Some asshole broke me in, wrecked all my innocence.” Diamond Heart – Lady Gaga

29. “You can have my body, but you can’t have me.” Prisoner – The Pretty Reckless

30. “I’ll never tell you who I love.” Trapeze- Dia Frampton

31. “Most don’t mess with a guy like me.” Guys Like Me - Eric Church

32. “You can’t escape my affection” Summer Bummer – Lana Del Rey

33. “It’s 4 am and my lover won’t answer. He’s probably somewhere with a dancer.” 4am – Melanie Fiona

34. “I’m good for being a bad girl. I’ve got a way to bring you to your knees.” Bad Girl - Trash Palace

35. “You’re a Rolling Stone boy, never sleep alone boy, got a million numbers and they’re filling up your phone boy.” Ghost – Halsey

36. “You texted me to say you made a mistake. Couldn’t say it face to face.” Just Like You – Allison Iraheta

37. They tried to warn me.” You Lie – The Band Perry

38. “I know you dream of her while you sleep next to me.” I Can’t Stop Drinking About You – Bebe Rexha

39. “Now I’m gonna give him what he wants and more. Do all those extra sick things that I told you no.” Dramatic – Britney Spears

40. “If you want to go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight” Young God – Halsey

41. “I know who you are, and if you want a little company tonight, you need a little love I can give it to you right.” Wakin’ Up the Devil – Hinder

42. “Throw me against the wall, bite me on the neck. Like end of the world break up sex.” Apocalyptic – Halestorm.

43. “You’re one he rushes home to. You’re the one he gave his name to.” Does he Love You– Reba McEntire

44. “I’ll pretend that I want you for what is on the inside, but when I get inside I’ll just want to get out. “ Slutgarden – Marilyn Manson

45. “That lipstick on your collar ain’t my shade of pink.” Dirty Laundry – Carrie Underwood

46. “I’m not going to be the Queen to the King of Apology.” King of Apology – Jana Kramer

47. “I want to paint my face and pretend that I am someone else.” Stand Still Look Pretty – The Wreckers

48. “Either make the time or just forget me. I’m not trying to run your life.” Give it to me Right -- Melanie Fiona

49. “You want me, come find me. Make up your mind.” Call Me When You’re Sober – Evanescence

50. “It’s such a pity a boy so pretty with an ugly heart.” Ugly Heart by G.R.L.

51. “The truth is it was all pretend….all along I was sleeping with your best friend.” The Truth is… - Theory of a Deadman

52. “You make me sick. I want you and I’m hating it. Got me lit like a candlestick.” You Make Me Sick – P!nk.

53. “You don’t want to see how ugly I can be. Lie awake planning my revenge out.” The Worst of Me – Saving Jane

54. “You don’t have to say you love me, cause honey I don’t care.” Baby I don’t Care – Transvision Vamp

55. “You fit me better than my favorite sweater.” Blue Jeans – Lana Del Rey

56. “Everybody loves you. Baby you’re the king of the night. And I’m the only one making sure I’m keeping out of your sight.” Trouble for Me – Britney Spears

57. “You’ve got the moves. Got the lines. Promise them it’ll turn out fine.” Boys Like You – Carter’s Chord

58. “You say I drink too much. You say I fuck too much. So what the hell am I supposed to do?” Gluttony – Buckcherry

59. “You had me thinking you were Heaven sent, but you were gone once the money was spent.” Dead to Me – Hinder

60. “You walk in and my strength walks out the door. Say my name and I can’t fight it anymore.” Right Kind of Wrong – Leann Rimes

[d3ndroica]

Big Apple Part 6

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Gale 12:02am 🖕⛄️🐸   you ok?

Madge 12:04am 👣🍿🎵 Sorry. Been home awhile. All good You? Gale 12:04am yeah ok Madge 12:05am Thanks for the 🌮🌮 Next time it’s on me ;-) Gale 12:06am deal 😎 Stay warm this wkend - looks like snow sleep well princess Madge 12:08am Thanks Goodnight Madge checked the weather forecast - temperatures were dropping and snow was predicted for Saturday night, but the predicted amounts were mostly 1-2 inches. Madge flipped back to her convo with Delly. Madge 11:38pm He’s PAN Delly 11:44pm Who is what now? Madge 11:47pm PAN. Gale. The gay guy. He’s not gay. He’s pansexual. Delly 11:53pm Ooooohhhhhhh How does he lean? Did you kiss him? Madge 11:54pm No! I don’t know. He mentioned old girlfriends. Delly 11:58pm Did you ask him out? Madge 11:59pm No Delly 12:00am But he told you he was pan? Madge 12:01am He sort of mentioned it when I asked him about coming out. Delly 12:04am What did you do? Madge 12:08am Nothing. Pretended I already knew. Delly 12:11am WTF Girl Madge 12:12am I KNOW I dont know Wtf I think he thought i knew?? Delly 12:13am You text all the time Madge 12:15am I guess Delly 12:18am You flirt? So what more do you need? Madge 12:19am HEY I’m still processing ok I thought he was GAY I did let him pay though. Again. Delly 12:22am I thought you got paid this week? Madge 12:24am Yeah well Oops I guess I forgot to mention that to him ;) Now I owe him another meal Delly 12:25am I like it Madge was of the opinion that there were few good exercise options in the winter. It was too cold outside. Before she moved, she and Delly had played racquetball every week. She’d thought about joining a gym; she’d even asked both Thom and Gale if they had any gym suggestions. They weren’t very helpful, and she had put off the idea. The postdoc researcher supervising her lab work, Bea, had invited her contra dancing. She intended to go sometime, but wasn’t sure about it. And that would take money too. So for now she resorted to early morning bedroom kickboxing. It was a small enough space that she actually had to be in control of her movements and kicks or she’d run into something, usually the bed or the dresser. She used online videos. If she already knew the sequences, she’d mute the video and listen to music instead. On Sundays, if she didn’t have other things going on, she liked to change it up and try out a new video. 

Sunday morning Madge woke up to a snowstorm. The predicted 1-2 inches was already on the ground and there was no sign of the storm stopping any time soon. It was her first snow in the city and it was falling fast. She always thought of snow as quiet and serene but today the sounds from the street invaded her room. 

After watching the snow fall outside her window for awhile, she decided it was time to expend some energy. So Madge waited for the laptop to boot up and checked her feeds on her phone. Then she found a new video and did the quick workout. Afterwards she went to the kitchen to refill her water bottle. Her roommate Cressida Martinez was at their itty bitty kitchen table eating breakfast when Madge came out of her room. 

“With all that thumping around our neighbors are gonna think you’re gettin’ some nasty,” she commented playfully, making a crude pumping action with her arms. Madge laughed. “Really? It must be some pretty disappointing action if those are the only sounds I make.” Cressida smiled conspiratorially and shrugged. “Maybe they’ll just think you’re trying to be discreet.” They talked for a bit. Cressida was getting ready to go film the snow-covered city. By day Cressida worked in the city’s health and mental hygiene department (Madge was not yet sure what mental hygiene really was). Off-hours, Cressida was an aspiring filmmaker. Madge hadn’t seen any of her film work, and that was okay with her. Madge wished her luck and hopped in the shower. Madge spent awhile peeking outside and watching the snow swirl, working on the latest word puzzle book from her dad, and following the online news about how much snow was falling. She caught up on the Sunday Puzzle podcasts she’d let lapse. She was tempted to spend the whole day curled up at home with hot cocoa and a book, but Thom called (!) and essentially ordered her to meet him in Central Park. He insisted she had to get out and enjoy the snow now, while it was fresh and still falling, before everyone else trampled it first. She threw some things in her backpack (book to read on the train, gloves in case she got cold, ...) and took off, happy to see that the trains were still running.   She got off her train at 68th Street. There was a bookstore with a coffee shop right by the station, so Madge picked up a latte to take with her before walking over to the park. The sidewalks and roads were well traveled and slushy, but as she entered the park Madge looked wide-eyed around at the frosted trees. It was a stunning sight, especially since Madge had spent little time around nature since her move. The park was probably always pretty, she thought, but she hadn’t come much yet. She’d been too busy working out her new life in the city. She met Thom and some of his friends at the Balto statue. She wanted to grill him about Gale, but not with everyone else around. Rue was there, and Madge got to meet the somewhat infamous Annie & Finnick, Thom’s neighbors. Seeing them reminded her of Cressida’s joke. She had to stop herself from asking them some innocent question about their exercise routines. For awhile they waited around to see who was coming, stomping their feet in the snow and drinking various hot beverages. Some people had brought their own thermoses, others had stopped somewhere along the way like Madge. Eventually they’d tracked down everyone who they could by text and took off through the snow, heading north through the park. Madge snapped pictures on her phone and sent one to her dad with a quick message. They walked past Pilgrim Hill and saw scores of sledders careening this way and that. It felt like a completely different city. Rue found a clear spot and they made snow angels. When they stumbled on a massive snowball fight, they joined in without hesitation. Madge gave up on her gloves when they impeded snowball making. Her fingers froze, and she regretted not having better winter gear, but it was worth it. 

Even with everyone bundled up, Madge could keep track of her friends. Thom had a practically neon yellow coat on. Annie was wearing a bright pink pussy hat. Finnick was never far from her. Rue was a little harder to find, but even she was recognizable when you spotted the blue boots and white coat. At one point she saw Thom on the sidelines. She snuck up on him and crushed two snowballs onto his beanie hat. Laughing, she watched him curse and reach up to brush the snow off.  After he had shaken off most of it, he grabbed as much snow as he could and attacked her, which landed them both in the snow laughing. Later he griped that he’d been looking for her before she had ambushed him. Madge realized her snow clothes were all black just like half the crowd. She made a mental note to wear something more distinctive next time. Eventually the group split up, but Madge stuck with Thom, Annie, and Finnick. They stumbled to a nearby diner to warm up and get food. At the door, Madge pulled Thom aside. “‘Scuse us,” she said in a singsong voice to Annie and Finnick. “We’ll be there in a sec.” Turning to Thom she groused, “You could have told me Gale was pan.” Thom looked askance. “Of course he’s pan. You know that.” “I do NOW,” She grumbled .

Thom crossed his arms in front of him. “I told you after we split I saw him with a bitch. You really gonna give a shit he’s pan instead of bi? ”

“Thom you called everybody bitch back then,” Madge ranted. “Half the guys you dated you said were your bitch. You even called Mister Tompkins bitch.”

Thom cackled. “I stand by that one. That man was such a little bitch -”

“I thought you wanted to hook up with him again,” she explained. Lamely she added, “Gale, not Tompkins.”

Shaking his head Thom answered, “Woman what are you talking about? That is ancient history. Come on.” He shook his head and went inside to rejoin the others, leaving Madge speechless in the snow. By the time they left the diner, the city was as dark as it would get in those conditions - orange city lights reflecting off the carpet of clouds above them. By the time Madge made it home, she was exhausted. She pried off her boots and changed into dry comfy clothes, hanging her wet garments wherever she could. Then she took a cup of tea to her room. Flipping open her computer, she glanced through the pictures of the day that had been posted. Thom had already posted a few good ones. She couldn’t help glancing at Gale’s feed, but there wasn’t anything new. Okay, she was thinking about him. On a whim, she logged onto her dad’s web account and looked up The 100. It started at season 2. She checked the other services, but couldn’t find season one without paying for it. Instead, she flipped on one of her standbys, Sex and the City. Later she called her dad and told him about her day. Tuesday, Madge’s alarm went off bright and early for kickboxing. Madge spent a couple minutes luxuriating in the warm blankets wrapped around her, convincing herself to leave bed before the sun was up. She flipped through her internet feeds. Pretty quickly she stumbled on a late night post from Gale: two pictures - one, of a snowy hillside captioned “stopping here  / To watch his woods fill up with snow” and one through a windshield, showing rows of cars’ tail lights and captioned “And miles to go before I sleep.” The words sounded vaguely familiar to her, so she googled the first caption and found the Robert Frost poem he was quoting. She liked the line, “the woods are lovely, dark and deep.” After considering it as a comment, she decided to simply like the first picture. But on the second she wrote “definitely NOT the road less traveled by ;-).” Feeling pleased with herself, she pulled up a familiar kickboxing routine and a playlist of upbeat tunes. “Shut up and dance [with me],” started on her headphones as she strapped her phone to her arm.   She was finishing up the warm-up section, “stupid girls” reverberating in her ears, when a text arrived. She almost ignored the message, but since people didn’t usually try to contact her at such an early hour, her curiosity won and she paused the kickboxing. Even though she was barely warmed up, she could feel her heart thudding swiftly along. She downed some water and opened her phone. Gale 6:26am you awake? Madge 6:30am Yeah What’s up? Gale 6:31am slept like crap when do you have to be at work? Madge 6:32am Around 9? Gale 6:33am want to grab some coffee? 8ish? She wanted to say yes. Madge looked at the time and did some slightly optimistic mental arithmetic. Madge 6:35am Is midtown ok? Gregorys, Mad SQ Park? Gale 6:37am deal Madge looked at the clock again. Shit, she had to get moving. She shut down the kickboxing video and got ready for the day as quickly as she could. Nothing has changed, she told herself. He’s the same guy. Which was true, except now her rock solid reasoning that had limited their relationship to friends had become shifting sands and she hadn’t found her footing. Already the remaining snow had been transformed into gross gray slush. By the time Madge got there, Gale was sitting at a table by the window, to-go coffee cup steaming in front of him. He was reading something on his phone, so Madge joined the line at the register. She pulled out her phone and sent: Madge 8:07am In line Gale 8:07am ok She looked up and caught his eye, then lifted her hand, not really a wave but enough. He returned the gesture, looking mildly amused. Then the line moved forward and Madge shifted her attention back to her phone so she’d have something to do. Once she had her dirty chai (in the travel mug she had remembered to bring with her no less, score one for saving the planet) and a pastry (nothing too decadent), she made her way over to the seat across from him. He looked tired. “Hi,” she said brightly. “Hi.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t tell me - you’re a morning person?” Madge frowned. “‘You’re the one who wanted to get coffee,” she pointed out. “Because coffee,” he explained, “is the only way I’m coherent most mornings. And I was up way too early.” “Okay.” She sipped her drink. “So are you caffeinated enough to be sociable yet?” “Getting there,” he admitted grudgingly before taking another drink himself. “Sorry you didn’t sleep well. Anything you … um, want to talk about?” “Not really.” When he didn’t say anything else, Madge decided not to prod him further. Instead she watched his hand with the coffee cup and asked, “So what’d you do this weekend?” “I went out to harriman with a friend,” he said. “We thought we’d be clever and get out of dodge before the first snow of the year. It was crawling with snow tourists though. Kind of a let down.” “Harriman?” “It’s a state park,” Gale clarified. “An hour out of the city if there’s no traffic - which is never. Not as good as the mountains but still. It at least has woods enough you could get lost if you tried.” “Do you?” Madge was intrigued. “Try to get lost?” “No,” Gale laughed. Sipping his drink he thought for a minute. “But sometimes I try ...  to lose myself. It’s different. We did hit the AT.” Seeing her puzzlement he added. “Appalachian Trail. That was good. It was a slog getting home though.” “Oh, yeah, the traffic. I saw your post,” Madge acknowledged. “I guess we missed the turn for the road less traveled by,” Gale agreed drily. Madge smiled in commiseration. “Still, it must have been nice to get out of the city? You managed a peaceful picture at least. And I like the poem you quoted.” “Yeah…” he answered distractedly. “I guess it just wasn’t was satisfying as I expected. It’s nothing. So, what about you? It looked like i missed a good snowball fight.” “You did,” she heartily agreed. “Central Park was ah-mazing. I mean, it was packed with people but so much fun.” She gave him a quick recap of their time in the park. “Nice,” Gale nodded. “We’re lucky it hit on the weekend.” His phone chimed at him and he quickly checked the screen. “I gotta get going. what about you?”

Madge looked at her phone. “Shit!” she said “Yeah, me too.”

Walking out onto the busy street together, they both turned North. Gale returned to his earlier thought. “Well, at least it snowed on the weekend. It sucks when it snows on a Monday. And you know it’ll just be dirty slush or gone before you can enjoy it.” He paused and glanced to her. “Unless you’re crazy enough to be awake at 6 am.”  

”It’s not that early,” she argued playfully. “Besides it’s not like I’m going out at that hour. Believe me I’ve seen enough law & orders to stay out of the city parks when it’s dark.”  

“Hey, don’t say that. Oh - which way are you?” They had reached the corner. Madge pointed East. Gale nodded and pointed North. “Anyway, the parks are great at night. You just gotta use the buddy system.” 

“The buddy system?” she repeated incredulously.

“Well yeah,” he said. “You do know it, right?” 

“Yes,” she scoffed. “I know the buddy system.” She looked up at his teasing eyes and wished she could just skip work and spend the day with him and see where it went. But she couldn’t, she had cell cultures to go check on and he had work too.“I guess I just ... need a buddy.”

“You know how to find me,” he answered, winking at her. With a wave, he hurried across the street to continue North. Reluctantly Madge turned toward work.

[artificialqueens]

your body as a museum of careless gestures (biadore) - dylann

A/N:

Adore’s impulsive, sure.

But she’s more “don’t sober up at all for 36 hours because you’re sad you can’t randomly drop your own responsibilities and fly out to Europe” impulsive than “actually fly out to Europe” impulsive.

(or

Bianca is vulnerable, homesickness is a real bitch, Europe is very far away and plane tickets are unreasonably priced. Also, old patterns are hard to break, especially when you don’t even want to break them.

A reunion fic, everyone. That’s what this is.

Drag names and she/her pronouns for both throughout most of this. Shoutout to Dare for some solid constructive criticism and noticing my missing paragraph breaks.

Content warnings for mentions of weed and alcohol; sex; minor breathplay)

They FaceTime once, in early August, while Bianca’s at an airport somewhere in Europe, and Adore’s shitfaced in Seattle.

She’s home after a local show, still in full makeup, but she’s pulled her wig off and her own hair is piled up at the top of her head in a messy approximation of a bun. Her phone keeps flashing on every couple of minutes, lighting up with various notifications.

Bianca liking a recent Instagram post, or the occasional tweet, or commenting on pictures they’re both tagged in. It’s the clear signs of someone who’s bored and in some sort of situation where they can’t do much besides fuck about on their phone.

Adore knows she shouldn’t text because— well, because she isn’t having the best night anyway, and while talking to Bianca might help at first, it’d probably fuck her up worse in the long run.

She’s stripped down to her underwear and the remnants of a practically destroyed Sex Pistols tank top when her phone buzzes again. It’s another Facebook comment, and she caves.

To Bea 🍹 (3:27:02am) how the fuck bored are you??

Bianca fires back a 😂 almost immediately, and then types a response. The three dots that indicate her thinking pop up a few times, until she settles on

To Adore 🔞 Delano (3:30:03am) Airport. Plane’s delayed.

(3:30:12am) cafe’s not even open, I hate Europe.

Adore mutters “No, you don’t,” to herself as she situates herself in the middle of her bed. Last night’s bowl is still half-packed at the sill of her open window, and she thanks past-Adore for being so considerate as she picks it up and takes a hit. 

And then she remembers Bianca can’t actually hear her.

To Bea 🍹 (3:31:45am) no you dont

(3:31:57am) can i call you???

To Adore 🔞 Delano (3:32:05am) 🙃👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

Adore props her phone on her nightstand, and tilts the small reading lamp so it hits her face from the right angle. She’s wearing very light sea green contacts, and she knows for a fact her eyes look stunning.

The connection takes a moment and then the black screen lights up to reveal Roy who looks like a parody of an airplane traveller. He’s clearly exhausted and bleary-eyed under the rim of his baseball cap, and he’s wearing a plush fuchsia pink travel pillow around his neck like a goddamn statement piece.

Adore lets out a delighted laugh, and then goes,

“You look horrible.”

“It’s good to see you too,” Roy laughs, giving his camera a long look. “Isn’t it, like, way past your bedtime?”

“Has anyone ever told you you use emoji like a thirteen year old girl with a secret Instagram account?” Adore fires back.

“Are you calling me old?” Roy asks, feigning offense well enough that it makes Adore break and she shoots the camera a shit-eating grin as she nods and lights up her bowl again.

“Call me old one more time and I’ll buy a house somewhere in central Europe, take up farming, and never fucking come back,” Roy threatens lightly.

“No one would miss you here,” Adore says, perhaps a second too late to be funny.

Roy doesn’t answer, which is fine. Adore is usually obsessed with filling silences, like it’s her personal responsibility to make sure everyone’s constantly entertained. Roy’s an exception.

They’ve been silent around each other enough that it hasn’t felt awkward in years. 

“How’s Europe?” she asks eventually.

“Fun. Loud. Really fucking hot,“ Roy shrugs. He reaches up and presses his thumb against the bridge of his nose before rubbing along the outline of his eye socket. It’s rare and unsettling to see him that quiet and clearly drained.

Adore smokes and watches him as she contemplates how okay it’d be to say what’s actually on her mind.

“Hey, Bea?” she says quietly, as she shifts to lie down on her stomach.

“Yeah?”

“You look really tired. But um— I hope you’re just tired? Europe’s not making you, like, sad, is it?” Adore trails off for a second and presses her eyes shut as she refocuses. “That’s dumb. I mean. A continent can’t make you sad, right? I don’t know—“

“I’m fine,” Roy says and his face lights up with a small, fond smile which makes him look more like himself. “How are you doing? You look—“

“Fucking wasted?” Adore supplies. She aims for a joke but it just kind of comes out tired and flat. Plus, selling Roy the whole act is kind of pointless. “Yeah. I had a weird night, I don’t know. The whole album thing is fucking stressing me out.”

“People are gonna love it,” Roy says quickly, earnestly. He seems more awake. “They’re gonna eat that shit up.”

“You’re supposed to say that ‘cause you love me,” Adore whines jokingly, but then he just shrugs and nods in agreement, which makes her soften. “Thanks. Honestly. It’s just so— people wanna hear the old shit, you know? And the new stuff’s so different, I just— what if they don’t wanna hear it?”

“They keep asking for the old stuff ‘cause they haven’t heard your new stuff,” Roy reasons. He’s holding his headphones’ microphone close to his lips and it sort of feels like he’s in the room and talking directly to her if she closes her eyes.

“You’re right. Thanks, Bea,” she sighs, and then bites her lip as she adds softly, “I miss you.”

“Come to Europe,” Roy laughs a little. He can always recognize when she’s on the brink of some sad spiral and can usually pull her right back out. Adore opens her eyes to watch him laugh at the camera.

It’s impossible not to smile back.

“Right, are you gonna fly me out?” she laughs, making a show of pursing her lips at the camera.

“You wish,” Roy grins, and then his eyes drift over to something out of frame. Some sort of airport announcement comes through the speaker of Adore’s phone, entirely too far away and jumbled to be understandable.

“Hey, listen, I gotta go,” Roy says. “I might finally get to make it to a plane.”

“Awesome, fly safe,” Adore nods, scrunching up her nose as she fights off a yawn.

“You get some rest,” Roy adds. “This was fun, let’s—“

“More often. Yeah. I’ll call you.”

Adore smiles, and they say their goodbyes and hang up.

And then they don’t talk again for weeks.

***

The morning after the last FaceTime call, Adore had woken up with a screenshot of her own bank account, and a bunch of screenshots of various potential flights on her phone. Looking at them (and maybe the hangover) had made her sick, and she’d deleted them with her eyes half closed.

Adore’s impulsive, sure.

But she’s more “don’t sober up at all for 36 hours because you’re sad you can’t randomly drop your own responsibilities and fly out to Europe” impulsive than “actually fly out to Europe” impulsive.

It’d been days, maybe weeks, after the call when an ad had popped up on her Instagram feed, quite aggressively advertising Bianca’s upcoming gig on Fire Island.

New York is, in comparison to central Europe, closer.

Closer, easier to get to, slightly more reasonable.

So Adore had called her manager and said she’d do that one interview she had scheduled over the phone, and that she was going to be out of town for a few days. Her manager wasn’t impressed, but it was just a weekend, and she’d already made up her mind.

She doesn’t really call or let anyone else know she’s going.

When she walks into the club, the security guard gives her and her ID a long, curious look, but other than that, it’s dark enough that no one really notices or pays attention to her.

She’s wearing a Bianca t-shirt she’s mercilessly cut up into a douchey tank top tucked into a short, faux leather mini skirt with an unnecessarily chunky zipper in the front. Underneath the tank top, she’s in a lacy black bandeau that only draws attention to the boy chest, which is the exact effect she’s aiming for. The tight fishnet covering her legs culminates in heeled combat boots. Her hair is long and black and just messy enough that from afar, she looks like she could be just another girl here for the show.

It’s great, and she feels kind of incognito, even though she’s not necessarily trying to hide. She’s just not here to put on a show, either.

When she gets a drink, the bartender shoots her a knowing grin and says this one’s on the house, she only smiles back and thanks him and doesn’t argue. There’s being lowkey, and then there’s just being plain stupid.

The club is already pretty full, and it’s crowded by the time Bianca takes the stage to host.

Adore doesn’t quite care for the actual event and she lets herself be distracted watching her even when she’s off to the side, and clearly not supposed to be pulling the focus.

It’s impossible for Bianca not to pull focus. In a bodycon dress that somehow manages to be both leopard and floral and still be incredible, she looks like every wet dream Adore’s ever had. Bianca’s focused and attentive, she watches each performance and laughs along, and her lips are so shiny, and her eyes are so bright, and Adore is so tempted to make her way over to the stage and pull her off now, like she can’t wait another minute.

But the reality is, she’s waited this long and now that she’s here, Adore wants to do this right. So she sits back, accepts a couple more drinks from the bartender, and lives out her groupie fantasy, screaming and howling with laugher as if she’s just there to prove she can be louder than everyone else in the club.

At the end of the show, Bianca performs a number and the crowd goes wild, and Adore wants to be cheering with them, except she’s transfixed, breathless as she watches Bianca in her element.

“It never fucking gets old,” Adore yells at the bartender once Bianca’s left the stage. Her ears are ringing.

“She’s great,” he agrees, sliding another refill across the bar for her.

“She’s the best,” Adore corrects. “Can you send her a large gin backstage? Tell her it’s from a fan who claims to know her.

The bartender laughs and fixes a drink, and Adore, who’s only human, watches the sway of his hips as he walks through an unmarked door behind the bar which presumably leads backstage.

When Bianca comes out (from a different door, off to the side), she scans the club past the faces of people who notice her and either try to flock to her, or take a few steps back in some sort of classical awe. She glances around with a look Adore has come to realize means she’s expecting to see an acquaintance who’s dropped her name in hopes for a drink and a catchup.

Then, Bianca notices her and her entire face shifts.

Adore watches her face go from a public, performative smile through shock, through defeat, all the way to blossoming into a genuine smile within a split second. Bianca mouths something in her direction and heads over, and Adore’s heart is pounding so hard in her chest that it makes her cough.

Then, Bianca’s in front of her and pulling her into a hug, and saying into her ear,

“You motherfucker.”

Adore laughs loudly, pulling back just enough to catch Bianca’s eyes and grin at her.

“You absolute motherfucker,” Bianca repeats. “You could’ve called—“

“I wanted to surprise you,” Adore shrugs, as if it’s that simple, and Bianca softens.

“Well, I am surprised,” she laughs. Her hands are still around Adore’s waist and she’s becoming more aware of that by the second. “But I left my drink in the dressing room so we’re gonna have to continue being surprised there.”

Adore just nods. She picks up her glass and follows Bianca through the crowd. When Bianca reaches back, she slips her hand in hers, and hopes the club is just dark and confusing enough that no one would see.

***

“I can’t believe you just pulled this shit,” Bianca says as they walk into the dressing room, which is cool and only illuminated by the lightbulbs that line the mirror.

She closes her eyes for a split second and Adore watches her stage poise and energy leave her body like air from a recently popped balloon.

“I wanted to see your face,” Adore shrugs, and squeezes her hand as she brings herself closer. “Plus, it’s been a while since I’ve watched you—“

“Tonight wasn’t that good,” Bianca says quietly. “It’s not even technically my show…“

Adore bites her lip, and takes a sip of her drink as she says,

“I wasn’t gonna push but— are you okay? I mean, you seem—“

“I’m okay,”

Bianca pulls her hand away from Adore’s and walks around to sit down on the makeup chair, her back turned to the room. Adore just kind of stands there, swallowing uneasily once they break contact. Bianca is never like this, and witnessing it is terrifying, and Adore’s chest is tight as she attempts to figure out how she’d help the most.

“I just feel like I’ve been away for so long, you know?” Bianca says suddenly. Her voice is barely audible over the dull, unrecognizable bass that filters through the walls. “I’m not even sure if I’m away from— This summer’s just going by so fast. I feel like I’m always catching up with people. Like, tonight, when I stepped out—“

“You looked fucking terrified,” Adore supplies. She’s taken one cautious step towards Bianca’s chair and is hovering there.

“‘cause I was,” Bianca agrees, and it comes out in a shaky laugh. “Fuck, Adore, I was so worried I was gonna have to sit down and have a chat with some local queen I haven’t seen in years and make it look like I’m having the time of my life, you know?”

“Yeah. I know.”

Years of sharing dressing rooms have taught Adore that usually, Bianca would be out of all of her drag by this point. Now, she’s just sitting there, her eyes distant as she looks into the mirror but not really at herself.

Adore sighs and walks the rest of the distance to the makeup table, planting herself directly behind the chair. She drapes her arms over Bianca’s shoulders and crosses her wrists at her chest. Bianca’s hand comes up to cover her wrist, pressing down just a little, as if she’s afraid Adore might pull back.

Bianca’s nails are a dark shade of greenish gold and they glitter as they catch the mirror light. Adore wants to tell her she’s never looked more beautiful.

“It just gets kinda lonely,” Bianca says, quiet enough that Adore isn’t sure if it’s for her at all. She doesn’t answer.

Instead, she moves her hand just a little underneath Bianca’s, so she can run her thumb along the side of Bianca’s hand. Bianca sighs and closes her eyes again. Her eyelashes cast long shadows down her cheeks.

Adore doesn’t move, just lets Bianca breathe and take in the physical weight of her presence, lets her be quiet until she seems a little bit more grounded. Adore can feel it under her arms when Bianca exhales a long breath and her shoulders relax.

“Well, I’m here now,” Adore says finally, quiet and intimate, and it feels like dipping one toe in cool water.

She hasn’t planned this far in advance, never knows quite where they stand when they’ve been away from each other for so long, only knows that she’s here, and she’s here for Bianca, in whatever capacity Bianca needs her to be.

“Yeah— motherfucker,” Bianca repeats softly, in an almost-laugh. “You’re here.”

Then, she makes the choice for Adore.

Bianca pushes the chair back and stands up, turning around to face Adore in one swift, decisive motion. Adore catches her eyes and when Bianca tilts her chin down in the slightest of nods, it’s enough.

Adore launches herself forward, resting a gentle hand at the curve of Bianca’s neck as she kisses her with all the intent of an innocent death row inmate who’s been granted one last wish. Bianca responds almost immediately, her hands coming to rest at the small of Adore’s back. Adore (who, again, is only human) rolls her hips into the touch, which gets a noise halfway between a groan and a laugh from Bianca. It sounds more like her than anything Adore’s heard from her so far tonight.

“Missed you,” Bianca whispers once she pulls back. Up close, her eyes are so incredibly bright.

“I’m here.”

“You are.”

They exchange reassurances in a terribly familiar rhythm, and something in Adore’s chest twists a little. It must show on her face because Bianca says “Shhh” even though she’s silent, and is then she’s kissing her again.

This one lasts longer. Bianca licks her way past Adore’s dark plum lips and all Adore can do is respond in small, breathless sounds as she drops one hand down to grip the table behind Bianca, essentially trapping Bianca between herself and the tabletop.

A bunch of lipsticks fall down and maybe something rolls off the table, and Adore lets out a careless laugh into Bianca’s mouth. Her world feels lighter than it has in months. She doesn’t want to think about it at all.

Bianca distracts her, luckily, as she drops her hands past her ass to brush her fingers under Adore’s skirt. Underneath the thin layer of fishnet, Adore’s — unsurprisingly — untucked and wearing the tiniest briefs which leave most of her ass bare. Upon making that discovery for herself, Bianca lets out a laugh which is both appreciation and utter defeat.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Adore Delano,” she hums, pulling back to draw in a very deep breath.

It’s overdramatic but earnest and Adore feels so fucking wanted.

“I dress to impress,” she says sweetly.

“Jesus,” Bianca whispers, and her exasperated smile reaches all the way to her eyes. “Shut up.”

Adore laughs loudly, and it comes from deep in her chest. This is easier than anything else she’s done in so long. She knows Bianca feels the exact same way because she’s still laughing as she kisses her again.

By the time Bianca pulls back again, Adore’s hard and dizzy and the only coherent thought in her head is a vague curiosity about whether the door to the dressing room locks.

“Where are you staying?” Bianca is asking quietly. The outline of her lipliner has blurred and her eyes are dark and bearing so much promise it makes Adore’s head spin.

She grins in response.

She has one bag — a way too expensive designer carryon — that she’d dropped at a friend’s apartment before explaining that no, she didn’t need a place to crash, just storage room, thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.

She hadn’t bothered with a plan B.

“You bitch,” Bianca laughs fondly. “Yeah. Come on.”

***

Bianca’s hotel room is tiny and taken over almost entirely by the bed in the center. There’s a suitcase half-open in one corner. The lights are off, and the room is instead illuminated by the pale orange glow of street lamps filtering through the (truly hideous) cream tulle curtains.

Adore’s head is swimming. She lets herself fall back onto the mattress, laughing breathlessly as she props herself up on her elbows to look at Bianca who pauses a few steps away to kick off her heels.

“Hold on—“ Bianca starts, heading over to the small table in front of the mirror.

“No, no, no,” Adore says quickly. “No time. Come here—“

Bianca laughs as she stretches to pull the zipper of her own dress down.

“Fine. Just this, then,” she negotiates and Adore nods, and falls silent as she watches her strip and unclip her wig to pull it off.

It’s rare for Bianca to stay in drag when they hook up, but de-dragging takes too long, and Adore is too turned on to survive waiting for her any longer than she absolutely has to.

Plus,

“You look so fucking beautiful,” Adore whispers, lowering herself onto her back as Bianca crawls on top of her. She’s completely naked now and it’s purely instinct when Adore reaches for her cock. Bianca catches her wrist and pulls her hand away, her lips curving in an amused smirk.

“You’re so fucking impatient,” she says quietly and Adore responds with a low groan because Yeah, no shit, aren’t you?

“You’re right,” Bianca agrees, still smirking like some wicked demon of temptation from the depths of Hell when she comes down to catch Adore’s lips in a messy kiss. Adore’s all about hyperbole when it comes to Bianca.

And then Bianca’s grinding her hips down as she licks a hot stripe down the side of Adore’s neck, and literally nothing in Adore’s entire life has ever felt nearly as good.

“That’s cute,” Bianca comments, her lips almost brushing the thin strip of leather. Adore’s wearing a simple one-ring choker, and her face turns a deep shade of pink the second Bianca decides to acknowledge it.

“Told you,” she smirks, and manages to school her voice into an almost challenging singsong. “I dress to impress.”

“Stop talking,” Bianca replies lowly, hooking a finger through the ring to tug Adore up as she kisses her again. Adore’s eyes fall shut and she gasps helplessly into the kiss, and then all she can do is part her lips for Bianca’s tongue.

Adore’s tank top and the lacy bandeau are long gone. She’s still wearing the skirt, and tights, and briefs, and that’s three layers too many, and she’s so uncomfortably hard, and Bianca knows and is ignoring her because apparently, Bianca likes to torture people.

(Which is, on occasion, actually true. And welcomed. Just—)

“Bea,” Adore whines, actually whines, because this is unbearable. “Not right now, Jesus, please.”

“No?”

“No. Come on, I’m done waiting, fuck me now, please,” the last word comes out indignant, as if she’s only saying it to be polite but she doesn’t really want to. It works for Bianca, apparently, because she lets go of the choker and refocuses both of her hands’ attention to unzipping Adore’s skirt.

The zipper goes all the way down and the skirt comes undone.

“You thought this through,” Bianca hums, audibly entertained, and Adore drives her hips up in response because Hurry up, yeah I have, I want this, I’m ready, hurry up.

Bianca peels her tights and her underwear down her legs at the same time and brings them all the way down to her ankles but doesn’t take them off.

“I like the boots,” she explains, breath heavy and hot against the inside of Adore’s thigh. “We’re keeping them on.”

Adore feels filthy, like this part of it is somehow taboo, and her dick is already slick with precome against her stomach. She crosses her ankles and lets her knees fall open to the sides, and Bianca responds with an appreciative groan which makes her twitch.

Adore keeps her eyes closed as she listens to the distant sound of a plastic cap popping open, and then two lubed up fingers are pressing against her and she’s gone.

Bianca preps her quickly, efficiently, because any attempt she makes at slowing down is met by Adore with disjointed sounds of protest and helpless jerks of her hips.

“Now,” she moans eventually as she hovers with her hips pushed off the mattress, desperately trying to get more of Bianca. “Now, I’m ready, come on, fuck me now.”

A moment passes in which Bianca considers making her beg, just to get a rise out of her, but Adore is a picture of uncensored want with her messy hair spilling across the pillows, and her flushed dick, and the small crease in her forehead, and frankly, Bianca’s growing too impatient to tease.

Adore cries out loudly when Bianca pushes into her, sending stars flying behind her closed eyelids. Bianca’s propped a pillow under her hips and the angle is torturous and absolutely fucking perfect. Adore’s thighs shake with tension as Bianca thrusts all the way in, almost too slowly, letting Adore adjust to the sensation. It’s already so much, and yet not nearly enough.

Bianca moves experimentally and it draws a soft whimper from Adore. “Yeah— I’m ready, come on.”

And then, Bianca’s off. She grips Adore’s hips to tilt her up and picks up the pace as her nails dig half-moons into Adore’s ass. Adore is incoherent, meeting each thrust with small moans and broken, disconnected swearwords. Her lips are parted and swollen and glossy with spit, and Bianca stares in admiration for a moment before arching down to kiss her.

Bianca kisses like Adore’s darkest secret is hiding at the back of her mouth and there’s never going to be another way to get to it. It’s disorienting, like walking through darkness. Adore’s ears are ringing. Bianca pulls one hand away from her hips and a second later she’s tugging on Adore’s choker again. This time, she hooks her index finger under the strap and pinches it between the knuckle of her middle finger and her thumb. The leather digs into Adore’s throat and she feels it like fireworks at the back of her skull.

Bianca keeps her lips just out of reach as she tightens her grip on the choker, and it drives Adore to  crane her neck, desperately chasing after a kiss she can’t quite reach. The leather digs into her neck and she coughs right as Bianca thrusts her cock deeper inside of her, at a slightly different angle which makes Adore want to scream.

The sound that comes out is closer to a strangled whine, and Bianca meets it with a low laugh which makes Adore blush. Her chest is so tight she feels like she’s one second, one stray touch, one jerk of Bianca’s hips away from bursting wide open.

“Bea—“ she starts, and it’s barely sound. She gasps, dragging in more air. Bianca’s grip doesn’t falter. “Bea. I’m—“

Adore’s voice breaks a loud moan as Bianca drops her hand to her cock. Bianca laughs quietly, breathlessly, as she tightens her grip and gives her a few experimental strokes. Adore accompanies each stroke with a whimper as Bianca picks up her pace so her hand can match the rhythm of her hips. Adore’s brow is beaded with sweat and her hair is sticking to her face and she looks absolutely gone as she drives her hips up, over and over, in an endless race to meet Bianca halfway.

She comes first, with Bianca’s name in a sharp moan on her lips, cum streaking through Bianca’s fingers and onto her stomach.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Bianca groans quietly, arching down to trace kisses along the red mark lining Adore’s neck as she keeps fucking into her in deep, quick thrusts, chasing her own release.

Adore is shaking, spent and oversensitive and unabashedly loud as each move sends a new wave of aftershocks through her body.

When Bianca comes, she goes perfectly still, perfectly silent, her eyes pressed tightly shut and her lips parted in a soundless scream. Adore, who’s watching her through heavy, hooded eyelids, chokes out a moan instead of her.

Then, the only sound Adore can focus on is her own heartbeat pounding in her ears as Bianca lowers herself down, burrowing her face against Adore’s neck. She doesn’t quite kiss this time, just rests there, her breath warm against the cooling sweat on Adore’s skin.

Adore drifts. It takes a minute, or maybe an hour, she’d never know for sure, and Bianca’s growing soft inside of her but neither of them moves. Adore’s limbs feel heavy, inoperable, and she thinks distractedly that maybe that’s not too big of a deal, maybe she can just be there for the rest of her natural existence and she would be okay with that.

Then Bianca moves. She pulls herself away slowly, carefully, like she doesn’t mean to disturb, and Adore still winces at the loss.

“Gotta get you cleaned up,” Bianca says softly. Her voice sounds raw, spent, and Adore finds herself hoping it’s still like that tomorrow. She wants people to talk to Bianca and know.

The sound of the bathroom sink running and Bianca’s footsteps sound so far away and Adore closes her eyes, lets them lull her into a half-sleep as her body cools down and stops shaking.

Minutes later, perhaps, Bianca returns with a warm, damp towel, and Adore breathes steadily as she cleans her up, too tired and too gone to do much but accept it. Then it’s more footsteps, to the bathroom and back.

Then, Bianca’s hands are working her boots open and pulling them off, along with the mess of fabric tangled around her ankles. It feels private in a new sort of way, as if this is where the moment would usually have to break but Bianca’s not letting that happen. Adore’s chest tightens and she lets out the smallest noise as she swallows dryly.

“You okay?” Bianca asks, all gentle attentiveness, as she climbs up and rests behind her, one arm coming to drape over Adore’s hips, her hand angled up to rest at her sternum.

“Yeah.” Adore’s throat scratches, and she knows she’ll wake up needing water. Bianca makes a sound like she doesn’t quite believe her, so Adore amends, “I’m here.”

Bianca laughs. It’s almost inaudible but Adore feels it against her back.

“Yeah,” Bianca whispers. She presses her lips against Adore’s shoulder and holds them there for a long time. “You are.”

***

A/N: the title is from this poem which you should definitely read, it’s beautiful.

[leo-nardo-di-taekwoon]

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag people

I was tagged by @jaellyhwan and @kenikme ❤️❤️❤️ I tag you (random tagging):

@whinytaekwoon @rapperravioli @fxck-vix @hamiltrash-swl @chained-up-taekwoon @akashxt @marrymeleoxxiu @taekwoonies

THE LAST: 1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: my mom 3. Text message: “HAHAHAAHAHAHA” 4. Song you listened to: Vixx - into the void 5. Time you cried: yesterday lol (nothing serious tho, just watching some sad shit)

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: no, im single as fuck 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: single as fuck 8. Been cheated on: hyukbin cheated om me 9. Lost someone special: what do you mean ‘lost’ 10. Been depressed: yES 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: lol not gonna happen

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: black, purple, pink

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: YaaaAAss 16. Fallen out of love: yeah 17. Laughed until you cried: i almost died 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yep 19. Met someone who changed you: uhhh, maybe 20. Found out who your friends are: yep 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no ew

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: a lot of them 23. Do you have any pets: 3 dogs 24. Do you want to change your name: no cause my name is hyuk’s birthstone 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: swimming with the fam 26. What time did you wake up: 9:00 am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching gay porn (reading a hyukbin ff after that) 28. Name something you can’t wait for: hyukbin 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: uhh, she’s upstairs sooo 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my height 31. What are you listening right now: the sound of my electricfan 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: idk lmao what kind of question is this 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: school 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr, Youtube, Twitter, AFF

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: plenty of them. I have one on my boobs. 36. Mark/s: a very small one on my right arm 37. Childhood dream: to be an actress 38. Haircolor: dark brown 39. Long or short hair: long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: not yet 41. What do you like about yourself: im cute as hell 42. Piercings: hell na 43. Bloodtype: guess 44. Nickname: bea 45. Relationship status: single and ready to murder 46. Zodiac: Libra 47. Pronouns: She/Her

48. Favorite TV Show: none 49. Tattoos: nah 50. Right or left hand: left 51. Surgery: hell no 52. Hair dyed in different color: im too scared to try 53. Sport: reading smuts 55. Vacation: we went to singapore last april 56. Pair of trainers: bish wut

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: i only drink water cause plants have feelings too 58. Drinking: my anxiety 59. I’m about to: nut 61. Waiting for: hyukbin to be official 62. Want: hyuk’s thighs to choke me 63. Get married: i cant even spell merry 64. Career: psych

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller (cause im smol as fuk) 68. Older or younger: older (sugar daddy lol) 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: both 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: hyukbin 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: yes, in my dream 75. Drank hard liquor: ….yeh 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: i broke my glasses 77. Turned someone down: a lot of them lol 78. Sex in the first date: ??? 79. Broken someone’s heart: i think i did 80. Had your heart broken: no lol 81. Been arrested: nope 82. Cried when someone died: of course 83. Fallen for a friend: yep

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: sometimes 85. Miracles: idk 86. Love at first sight: yes lol 87. Santa Claus: nope 88. Kiss in the first date: what the fuk is this 89. Angels: yes

OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: secret 91. Eyecolor: dark brown 92. Favorite movie: Kingsman

[leigh-kelly]

Pride and Joy

[zuzusexytiems]

tagged by @babyfairybaekhyun to post unecessary information about yours truly lmao THANKS BAE

also i answered this last friday and saved it on my drafts so the first part of this doesn’t exactly count anymore ack

THE LAST: 1. Drink: white coffee which I mixed some milo into 2. Phone call: My uber driver asking me where I was 3. Text message: An appointment confirmation from my therapist 4. Song you listened to: Homesick at Space Camp - Fall Out Boy 5. Time you cried: The other night bc I read this stupid VIctuuri oneshot based off of PS I Love You aND THEY FUCKING KILLED OFF VICTOR WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF UDJHSUIJ @randomrissarush HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: I’m not even sure tbh lmao 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yeah. 8. Been cheated on: No 9. Lost someone special: Yeah. 10. Been depressed: Yes. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Yeah. LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Pink, blue, ochre yellow IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yep. 16. Fallen out of love: Wasn’t even in love with anyone in the first place lmao #sadlyf 17. Laughed until you cried: Not sure tbh 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yeah. The older you get, the more you realize how inevitable that shit is, lbr. 19. Met someone who changed you: Yeah. Not in a very good way though, no. 20. Found out who your friends are: Already have for a while now. @randomrissarush 56. Pair of trainers: I’m not sure how I’m supposed to answer this?? Like do you mean I own a pair trainers or…? :)))

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: Not at the moment 58. Drinking: Nothing 59. I’m about to: leave the office 61. Waiting for: The Legend of Korra comics coming in October uhfjkdhsfnusj 62. Want: I don’t know I want lots of things and I’m really fucking lonely 63. Get married: if I meet the right person, then yeah 64. Career: I’m a copywriter but I’m planning on taking my masters in clinical psychology

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller 68. Older or younger: Younger (but not too much, like 2-3 years is my cap off lol) 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Arms (cus I like soft bellies)(would not be opposed to abs tho ngl) 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive af 72. Hook up or relationship: either 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: No 75. Drank hard liquor: yeah 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No, I’ve never had or needed either 77. Turned someone down: Yeah. 78. Sex in the first date: Nope 79. Broken someone’s heart: Yeah. 80. Had your heart broken: Yeah. 81. Been arrested: No 82. Cried when someone died: Yes 83. Fallen for a friend: Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Learning to (struggling to. rather) 85. Miracles: Yeah 86. Love at first sight: Maybe. It doesn’t happen to everyone but I do think it’s possible 87. Santa Claus: …no? 88. Kiss in the first date: Depends. I’m leaning towards a no rn though 89. Angels: ehhh sometimes 90. Current best friends name: CURRENT??? @randomrissarush THIS IS NEVER GOING TO CHANGE, EXCUSE ME. Also Bea, Jara, E.Y. and Apoline @heart-peen 91. Eyecolor: Dark brown 92. Favorite movie: Big Fish 

gonna tag @randomrissarush @impalakatara @savingprimrose @muse-of-chaos@littledevil26 @writeme123@pettypingpongpaddle @p-t-f-s @lekoppafandoms @beifongheiress @lithafox@paper-jamz 

enjoy!