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alexlabhont · 4 years ago

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I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter Three.

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing: Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really

I´ll be posting this one over here because Tumblr, for some reason, thinks my secondary blog is a bot...

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

Now, about the PAIRING... I will be using choices style, kinda, because I want to give you choice at some point. If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so... i’m sorry fo the grammar errors

CHAPTERS

The beginning

Chapter one

Chapter two

ONE-SHOTS

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

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A truce.

That’s what she said she wanted and for a moment, all their fears disappeared.

“I really hate to admit this, but I personally asked for you to be my partner on this project. I'm familiar with your music, and I actually wanted to work with you.”

She also said. Beck didn't know how to feel, really. Poppy Min-Sinclair heard their songs, or, at least, she saw their videos.

And she liked them.

Or not? They never knew with her. She has been acting pretty weird these days. Giving them a “compliment”, smiling at them, asking for Beck to be project partners…

Open up with them.

That was beyond weird.

Beck couldn't stop thinking about what they saw back at the “Alpha-Zeta deluxe cabin” or whatever it’s called. Poppy really looked hurt… sad… like…

Like she has feelings.

“I don’t know, Beck. I don’t think is a good idea letting you guard down.” Zoey said, playing with their hair, both of them resting on the couch, Beck’s head laying on her thighs.

“Yeah, I get it. But…” Beck took a moment, remembering the sadness in her voice, the betrayal in her eyes… Did she really care about Chloe? “I wish you had been there to see it, Zo. It was so real my head exploded… Like... She was really hurt.”

“Babe, I know what you’re trying to say. And I believe you that she was in pain. But you have to remember she's still Poppy. And even if she’s a… uhm… human who feels, it doesn't mean she's not a bitch.”

Beck stood up, sitting properly while scratching their neck.

“Yeah, I know that.” They replied. Zoey had a point they couldn’t forget. From all people, Beck understood what it felt like to be judge by a cover, but as Megamind's Roxanne said once: Checking the content was what matters, and the inside of Poppy´s book was not so good.

The time on the wall clock pointed it was the moment to go, it was Saturday and Poppy and Beck agreed to meet her in front of an Animal Rescue from downtown around noon. He didn't want to be late, after all, Poppy was capable of start the project without them and argue that they didn't show up.

“Anyway, I have to go now. The sooner we end this, the better.” Beck put on their shoes and leather jacket, ready to impress thanks to Zoey fashion sense.

“I want you far~ away from trouble, Beck Hughes. Do you hear me?” The protector side of Zoey appeared and, again, they were confused by it.

Zoey always had that effect on Beck, she could warm their chest, sculpt a smile on their face. Honestly, after all these years in a toxic environment, bullying and harm, having Zoey´s concern on them was something new, something welcomed, something that made them happy. Laugh a little if Beck thought about it closely.

“I can take care of myself.” They said. After all of those fake friends, after all of the pain they went through, it was still hard to trust completely. However… Beck looked at Zoey, the only one who Beck felt relaxed with. Their best friend, the first one to treat them as what they were even after knowing the truth. Beck didn’t miss Farmsville at all. “See ya later, beautiful.”

“I´ll be waiting right here”

~~X~~

They won’t ever admit it, but after they heard Poppy saying that the project was in the Downtown Animal Rescue Beck was excited. Puppies, kitty cats, animals! Beck love them greatly, wholeheartedly. They were their weakness; their adoration was so much so Beck considered seriously taking the vet path almost all their life, if having not found music, their story would´ve been completely different right now. That´s why they couldn’t refrain themselves of stopping at each enclosure to coo over the animals, losing all sense of self-respect over them. Especially after a pup ugly, dummy looking like showed up with the most adorable face they ever seen.

“Oh boy, you’re so ugly I luv ya Tushie-face! Who’s a precious ugly-boy? Uhm? Who’s a precious ugly-boy~” The little pug barked happily, enjoying the attention. “You’re perfect! You’re…”

“… nice to see so many new additions.” Beck heard, stopping them at the moment. Beck was sure it was Poppy, but she sounded… “I guess that means a lot of these little guys are being adopted?” … different. Again.

“Yes, Ms. Min-Sinclair.” A young voice answered, without fear, with respect. A good kind of respect. “We have a ten percent higher adoption rate than last year” Uhh, that sounded good. For some random reason, Beck showed the thumbs up to the ugly pug, flashing him a stupid smile at which the pup moved his tail as if he understand what it meant and agreed.

But then… Poppy laughed.

A real laugh. A nice, non-threatening, actually kind of cute laugh. So honest that they felt terrible attracted to it.

“No… Oh, no, no, no… No. Don't you even think about…”

As if their body was its own person, Beck rounded the corner, wanted so badly to see how a laughter so sincere looked like in Poppy´s face, like some weird kind of siren song they had to see with their own eyes. Instead, Beck saw her talking to one of the shelter’s employees, hugging and stroking a bichon frise puppy´s tummy softly, lovingly. Their heart stopped just a second, running wild immediately after.

“God… she’s so…”

“DON´T!” And they slapped their self. Hard. Beck deserved it. They couldn't… they won’t… They refused to…

The sound where so loud it called the attention of both Poppy and the other guy, while Beck felt the stinging and burning on his now red cheek. Ok, maybe~ they didn't have to do that, actually, the expression on Poppy´s face the moment she saw them, a sour, angry one, was the only thing they needed to feel normal again towards her.

“You're late” Why, hello to you too.

“I´m sorry, it's just that I was playing with Tushie face and…”

“Tushie face?” Beck couldn’t tell if she was amused or making fun of how stupid they were. “That´s how you pet-name?” Poppy added, raising an eyebrow. Beck shrugged.

“If you have a tushie face, then you are a tushie face. Simple as that” Based on Poppy's smirk, they should’ve stay quiet.

“Uhm… Alright, tushie face.” Damn it! “Come with me.” She then gave them a wink, smiling as if they both had now a new secret, before walking toward the back of the kennels.

Fuck.

“So… how do you knew about this place?” Beck asked, very willing to replace the topic to literally anything.

“If you must know, my parents bought me this shelter when I was eight.”

“What?”

“Really? Why?”

“I wanted a dog. Mommy and Daddy didn't want pets in the house… Et, voila”

Beck looked around, the place had now a new light after what they just learned. All this place was Poppy's, just because her parents didn’t approve animals at home. Unintentionally, Beck chuckled, feeling Poppy’s gaze on them almost immediately.

“What’s so funny?” She asked, irritated.

“We’re really very different but the same at once” They said. “Ever since I was a kid, my parents taught me to work with every single farm animal. Cleaning them, feed them, love them… I even helped bring life into this world.” Beck told her, twisting their lips. “I had a lot of different pets back at home. So do you right here. You see?”

“You’re forgetting about the fact the whole point of a place like this isn't for the animals to stay forever…” She said, vulnerable. Beck did actually get that, the hollow feeling that comes after something like that.

“Well… at least they’re not dinner”

Surprisingly, that comment made her chuckle just a little and Beck felt so good to be the one to take away that fragile expression in Poppy’s face. She was definitely more beautiful when she was happy. When she was laughing.

“You are right, that's even worse.”

They both looked at each other for a moment, some complicity in their own way, as if they both shared something, a sentiment that almost nobody felt, both understood each other, at least in one little but significant thing: They both learned very young what it's like to love innocently and truly, to have an unconditional companion, just to lose it to the “greater purpose” again and again. Both learned to never get really attached to anyone.

“But whatever, it gets the humanitarians off our back.” Just as if the conversation never happened, Poppy went back to the factory mode. “Which is why we’re really here. I’m fully aware of your popularity in YouTube, especially after your little performance, so hopefully this project we’re doing will get some good press for us to get the adoption rate it to, at least, 20 percent this year.”

“So this is why you wanted to work with me…” Beck didn't know why, but a little part of themselves felt disappointed… what was them expecting anyway?

Soon they both reach the back of the room, and while Poppy walked in as if it was completely routine, Beck had to stop for a second. A whole crew was already set up, cameras, microphones, lights, everything. A lot of cute pups and cats of all ages were also there looking adorable, sure they were the real stars of all this, but Beck couldn't help but feeling intimidated.

However, it was Poppy’s attitude the one thing that took all Beck’s attention though all the day.

She was kind, professional, caring… making sure of one thing above it all: to have the best commercial of all times for an animal shelter. The way she treated the employees, the animals, people around her… it was like a completely different side of her they never seen before. Poppy even, against all odds, treated Beck as what they were: her project partner. Giving them a fair share of lines, taking care of capturing their best angle, how happy they looked between all those cute little animals. Directing Beck to make sure every detail was perfect, being polite and respectful while doing so.

She was acting as a selfless but powerful leader, and Beck couldn’t take her eyes off of her the whole time. She even managed to convince them to adopt that tushi faced puppy, pointed out that they both had choose each other right at the moment they meet.

“Just look at the way he's watching you!” She said playfully. “You two are really connected.”

“Do you really think so?” Beck asked, playing with the pup. They really wanted to take the little guy home, be able to give him a good life, having another friend in their life. One not farm related at least. Beck felt Poppy coming closer, resting her hand on Beck's shoulder while watching little tushi face with a soft smile.

“I know so. But the real question is: what do you think?”

And now, Beck had a dog named Pepes.

~~X~~

Once they knew every detail was taken care of, and the adoption paperwork were all right, Poppy, Beck and little Pepes walked out the shelter. Personally, they felt drained out, because although they were used to cameras, it was always under their own terms and time, their own edition, their own personal rhythm, but after that day, Beck was seriously considering the idea of being backstage musician, unlike Poppy, who actually looked as fresh as a cucumber.

“Damn, Pops. I have to admit it: you were awesome there.” They said, Pepes barking enthusiastic, agreeing.

“Were you expecting something less?” She said, some mischievous sparkle in her eyes Beck couldn't quite place. “Now, take me to lunch.”

“I'm sorry? Why would I do that?”

“Because…” She started to say, sassiness taking over her. “… I acted, arranged, produce and direct a fully perfect commercial to our project while you just played around with puppies and looked cute. The very least you can do is buy me lunch. I'm starving.”

“Oh, so you think I'm cute?” Beck flirted. It was impossible to let it pass by.

“Like it was a secret” Poppy smirked.

“… What?”

“I’m not blind, Hughes. You are actually very good-looking. It´s not a secret.” Beck was shocked, did they really just heard a compliment from the one Poppy Min-Sinclair that wasn’t commercial related? They looked at her, expecting some irony or double meaning, maybe some hint of a trap, but no… She was being completely sincere. Beck snorted, it was cool they guessed.

“Now, that's a compliment.” Poppy rolled her eyes evidently, pretending to be irked, but that little smile on her lips proved to be the opposite.

“Hello? My lunch?” Beck laughed, how can she be so rude and yet so cute at the same time? Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.

Maybe.

“Whatever you want, bossy-ass”

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diceforanaltmode · 6 years ago

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Team Ice: Adventure 2, or, The One Where They Get A Dog

Team Ice played a follow up game after their first adventure (read about that here!) and we’re bringing you the summary!

The Cast - TEAM ICE

Skids by Soundwave (human rogue) Tailgate by Butter (dwarven barbarian) Cyclonus by Ren (tiefling paladin) Nautica by Robophelia (half-elf wizard) Velocity by Cee (high elf cleric) Brainstorm by Bex (air genasi wizard)

First session

The party wakes up the morning after their adventure at the inn First Aid recommended for them.

Skids has had a troubled night’s sleep as his memories kept coming back to him.

They have the various materials looted from Zeta’s castle throughout the room - there isn’t much space to step freely. Much of it is books, and also the papers from his private study.

As you wake up the party notices the delicious smell of baked goods wafting up to your room. They didn’t notice before, but the inn is set just next to a bakery and pastry shop.

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As Velocity, Nautica, and Skids walk into the shop, you see baskets of bread and bagels and rolls, rows of pastries in glass cases, and in a large, round case, a whole cake, smothered with frosting that rises in decadent swirls, brightly colored in turquoise and purple and blues.

Skids is still a bit out of it. He orders coffee for everyone. Velocity is fascinated by the cake. Not a slice of cake, a whole cake! Nautica orders food for herself and Velocity, who is still distracted by the cake.

Velocity: Nautica. Nautica, look at it. It’s real. Cakes exist!

Nautica: Do you want to order a slice?

Velocity: No! I can’t destroy the cake. Nautica, you don’t understand, it’s a whole cake. Not a slice!

Nautica: Are you going to order?

Velocity: Please order for both of us, I need a moment to look at the cake.

There are a few people in the shop having breakfast or picking up loaves of bread while they’re fresh. One person in particular is notable, a halfling man named Rung, who seems to be quite absorbed in his breakfast, a simple apple turnover.

Nautica and Lotty make their way to Skids’s table. Lotty would have noticed Rung if she hadn’t been so focused on the cake. In fact, she takes a seat that allows her to look at it.

Rung notices Velocity and waves. Lotty signals for him to join them all at the table.

“Velocity! Well it is lovely to see you.”

Velocity introduces Rung to the party. He buys her a slice of cake (“since you gave me cake once”) and she is extremely happy.

“You are my new favorite person,” she says to Rung, who seems amused and bemused.

Skids “Lotty, are you crying?”

“You don’t know what it’s like to grow up without cake!” Lotty sobs, still looking at the slice in front of her.

“Uh, no, I don’t But, uh, it’s nice that you have cake now,” says Skids, sounding very, very, very confused by her reaction to cake.

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When Velocity and the others come back to the inn, they find Roller, First Aid, Perceptor, and Whirl in the lobby (and Orion. Orion came to thank Skids for freeing him from the charm person spell)

First Aid calls out, “Velocity!”

When Velocity and the others “I wanted to check up on Skids, and the rest of them - well, they were worried when you all disappeared so suddenly.”

Whirl, in the back: “I wasn’t worried, I just got sick of all the political mumbo-jumbo back at Swerve’s.”

“Don’t worry,” First Aid says, “Prowl doesn’t know we’ve left.”

The party and friends start sorting through the loot from Zeta’s in their inn room. Nautica recalls that a symbol in one of the documents is connected to certain old religions, but that’s all she knows other than that it gives off a bad vibe.

They also find orders for construction under the castle. There’s no updated map, but they see information on where construction would have begun. The various plans and correspondences suggest that Zeta was concerned about the security of the castle, and wanted to keep his most important research and laboratories hidden, in a place that Nine of Twelve wouldn’t know about because it did not exist when he controlled the castle. The research referenced includes vague references to the plane of his patron, and also information that Skids recognizes, as being about the enforcers Tyrest provided to the Functionists, and further experimentation on them to improve and reverse engineer them for further production.

Prowl arrives. Skids sees him through a peephole in the door and writes on a piece of paper that they can’t let him see the loot they’ve collected from Zeta. A lot of writing ensues, with the whole party trying to plan how to fool Prowl without being heard by him. Nautica casts featherfall on Skids and he leaves through a window and goes to talk to Prowl. Prowl followed Aid and co. there and claims he was worried about Skids. Skids pretends he still has amnesia and wasn’t trying to hide from Prow, he was just tired and asked Aid where he could go to get some undisturbed rest. He claims he doesn’t know why First Aid kept this information from Prowl. He also says they didn’t find any important items in the castle. Prowl is very tired and buys it.

First Aid leaves, along with all of the people he brought except Whirl. Whirl wants to stay with the party because things at the hideout are “boring”. Skids trusts Whirl because Whirl also dislikes Prowl. While they are sorting through the They stash the loot from Zeta’s, partially in Perceptor’s lab and partially in a secret place Whirl uses. The party also keeps a few dangerous or important things with them.

Then they leave for Zeta’s new construction with Whirl in tow.

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The entrance to Zeta’s secret underground lab construction is in the courtyard of his castle. Once the party makes their way through the hidden entrance and down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, they find another stone troll. They answer the following three riddles to move past the troll.

You can see me in still water, but I am never wet. What am I? Your reflection

To keep me, I must be given. If I am not kept, I am broken. What am I? Your word or promise

Speak my name, and I am broken. Seldom heard, and never spoken. What am I? Silence

Water room: A room full of water magically kept in place. A mechanism on the far side can be used to drain it. Nautica easily swims to it but isn’t strong enough to work it and has to swim back. Nautica then uses shape water to move the mechanism instead. The room drains.

Canyon room: The room has a canyon, about 2 stories deep and ~13ft (~4m) wide. Brainstorm flies across, tying a rope on either side. Skids and Tailgate cross the rope easily (Skids cartwheels across cause he’s a big showoff) but the rest of the party fall into the canyon. Velocity and Cyclonus are slightly injured. Skids and Tailgate throw down a knotted rope and everyone but Nautica climbs out. Finally, Nautica holds onto the rope and the rest of the party works together to pull her out.

Wolf room: There is a horse-sized wolf chained to the wall. Skids doesn’t like wolves and immediately shoots it, but Tailgate and Velocity feel bad for it. Nautica casts sleep on it, which almost puts it to sleep because it was injured (“You’re welcome! I still hate wolves.” -Skids) Tailgate and Lotty give it rations and Tailgate is able to calm it down so the party can walk by it without a fight.

After giving rations to the wolf, Tailgate decides to approach it and calm it down. He succeeds, so Lotty dares to approach it too. She feels terrible for it and considers healing it, but she knows she can’t spend spell slots or potions that the party might need on it, so she promises to it that she’ll return for it and free it.

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Zeta’s Study!

The first thing the party notices in the study is a large birdcage with a young aarakocra child inside. Before anyone can do anything, Whirl smashes the birdcage, and everyone in the room briefly senses Something Important, like something intense and overwhelming rushed into the room. Whirl picks up the child and Skids goes over to check on them. After a quick check from Lotty confirms they aren’t physically hurt, Skids and Whirl take the child - Scrappy - to go look for their parents.

Lotty examines the cage to try and figure out what kind of magic they sensed. This magic feels different from the other types of magic in the room. It has a chaotic vibe.

There’s a piece of correspondence with Caminus that suggests the Functionists might be trying for an alliance.

There is also more Planar research, letters from the Functionists reminding him that they allow Zeta his Patron but he is not their focus, and his to keep his focus on the end goal.

Letters suggesting that he needs to speed up his research and production of the legislators because Tyrest has become slow and uncooperative after the attack a year ago, the one that Skids knows he was responsible for.

The party gets to the other side of the study and through the door sees a laboratory full of what Skids recognizes as parts of the legislators, chopped apart and twisted in various ways. In the center, you see a tank where parts seem to have been cobbled together around something round… growing. It’s hard to tell through the thick greenish gel in the tank, but it almost seems that it could be… orange. It does not wake up, though.

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Skids and Whirl take the child, Scrappy, to the hideout, where the charmed guards are being examined to make sure they really were charmed and not loyal to Zeta. Scrappy’s mom has recently been cleared and they’re happily reunited. Scrappy’s mom is still in the process of getting in touch with her wife, who was outside the city when the wall went up. Rung is there and offers to counsel the child if their parents agree. After an insight check, Skids decides he trusts Rung.

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After inspecting the cage where Scrappy was being held and taking a quick look around the room, Lotty returns to the wolf. Brainstorm helps her remove the wolf’s shock collar. Since apparently they won’t be fighting anyone, she heals it, finds out it’s a ‘she’, and proceeds to sit down with her back against the wolf’s side and pet her.

“Who’s a good girl? You are!” says Lotty as she pets the wolf.

Inside the study, Tailgate found a cold crate, containing ice-cream and everyone has ice-cream. Brainstorm tries to translate some documents from Primordial, and is excited to study the contents of the lab.. Other documents are taken to Lotty, who refuses to leave the wolf’s side, who tries to translate them from Infernal. Other members of the party

The wolf is adopted by the party and named Luna. The party returns to the inn with their new giant wolf in tow, as well as a new collection of papers and journals stolen from Zeta, and finds Luna a place to sleep in the barn. Skids rejoins the party, having successfully reunited Scrappy with their mom, and everyone settles back down in the Inn.

Adventure 3!

#game recap #team ice

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lk-47 · 6 years ago

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Walk-Ins Welcome

DJ Paul - Alright / I'm finna drop you off to get your nails done / I'm finna go get a shapeup / I'm comin' back here to pick you up at 6 o'clock, so make sure you be on time man / I got a lot of shit I gotta do later / And don't be in there arguing with them dumbass bitches 'bout that social media shit too / I know how your ass .. oh, hold up ..

Put the, put that weed in your purse / Put the weed ..fuck, Black Haven. Anyway, I told you I'ma be back here at 6 o'clock / Make sure you on time, don't argue with the bitches and tell 47 I said Holler at me man / I got some beats for her / Tell her to call me back! / Mafia! Nail Tech - Nah / uh-uh No, no / put them over there cus .. / nope, you can sit her over there / I'ma take that one right there / Listen-no, I-I can't talk / ugh / listen .. Guhl, I can't with you today I can't with you today I got these walk-ins comin' in And it's been hectic all day If you gon' talk, then sit your ass down Get your nails done and pay / okay If not, call me tomorrow I can't with you today .. (Yeah ho!) Guhl, don't you see that sign? It say, "walk-ins welcome" Appointments on my line Nail trap’n Cinderellas I'm 'bout my coins, I'm 'bout that bag El guapa mia / my hashtag Don't get me started / you know Just how I feel 'bout that ho You shoulda been left that nigga If you know just like I know I'm gettin' mad all over again Look what you done Ooooh .. Nail Tech - “Excuse me Will you please pay attention because you just messed up that one.” Guhl, I can't with you today I can't with you today I got these walk-ins comin' in And it's been hectic all day If you gon' talk, then sit your ass down Get your nails done and pay / okay If not, call me tomorrow I can't with you today .. (Yeah ho!)

Acrylic

The sound of the world

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

Wooo wooo there go the cops Pull up / bddrrr / right on my block Officer officer what have we done I got my card / put down your gun I’m not the criminal you and I know It’s no coincidence how you come show Up in my hood / up to no good

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

I need a full set Can you airbrush his name? Quick color change if he drives me insane Here comes the plug / bought 2 DVD’s A few pair a panties for me and my niece Still buy my Polo from anonymous looters The booster is cooler than all of the shooters Up in my hood / doing the greater good Most of the mamas round here live alone It’s kinda rare to see two parent homes X and O chains / fierce to de bone You learn quick how to make it on your own My auntie sells candy from her windowpane Do what we can, to make us a name Up in the hood / we keep it all good, uh

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

White tees 2 for 10 I get my hair from Mr. Wen Extension cord across the hall Is how we keep the power on Brown gel, spades game Tax time, they all claim Up in my hood Proud to say it did me good, uh

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

Tic Boom

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb

Don’t care if they assume Only stop to collect / then I resume You sleep / I goon Yuh nuh wah test who’s badder than who

Dey click my pics and zoom Chanel on the floor of my hotel room They wish they all had my legroom Another deal, it ain’t even noon

Tour Dior / or sit by the pool I can do anything except lose Nah wen yuh seh / it’s when I choose This is a bomb you can’t defuse

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb

Televise this dress It’s an Alaïa / show some respect Sitting / no armrest Get in / I’m what’s next

Incoming texts from the vets No hate here / I’m blessed Mild manned No stress I’ll never let a broke ho get she vexed To wake to walk with di rest Abstract / Fearless Mi sey what’s pon my chest Di gyal dem try but dem dare nuh test

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care who mi bump into

All in ya face like whoa Air max / cornrows Got that Bruce Leroy kinda glow Mi ongle pop mi head inna fi di dough Said I only pop my head in for the dough I never stay long got places to go See me on the scene / bitch say hello I get that bag then I want more I am the show / the name will grow I C O N I C, Ho Let me R E mind you bro Dey all wanna be cus I am goals Came from the dirt so I stay low F A B and so ghetto Dey copy and paste such a no no You birds might nuh wa cross dat road cus

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb

No Reload

I say No my nigga I say No / No Reload

Grew up in a house full of women They ain’t need no nigga Never seen em borrow shit They had they own figures OG said they’ll give you money ‘Fore they give you game But when they come around here I treat them niggas all the same I say No I say No, No Reload If you want another feature for the road No Reload If you tryna get a meeting that’s a no No Reload If I switched that number up and you ain’t know / No Reload

I say No my nigga I say No / No Reload

In the crib, making beats Listening to Keedy Black Thinking bout what my old work did behind my back But I ain’t missing out on nann / cus I’m the best he never had Only time I double back is when a loop is in my track I say No I say No, No Reload When they try to come back you tell that ho No Reload Just send that ass packing down the road No Reload And when they ask you how you know? You say ... My ace in a hole

I say No my nigga I say No / No Reload

Konnichiwa 47 touched down in Tokyo Tell the Dj have my shit in mono and stereo

I say No my nigga I say No, No Reload

Post That

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post That shit

My bitch will get on the ground Just to make sure the light is found The way she make them angles hit She like Bill Cunningham with that shit I mean that shot Richard Avedon to make me look like a Don I got / so many pieces Bitch why not Have me a photo shoot right on the block I put two lanes on gridlock So I could sit in a fierce squat Spent big money on the wrist watch Highlighter on Tiptop Catch me in mid-air, Click They only made two pairs, Click Get into this hair, Click I do this shit with flair, bitch

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post that shit

Galliano, I’m in Galliano, bitch Photo me pronto I’m in Galliano

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum Grab your lens / cus here she come Frame by frame, glossy lips Must I remind you I’m that bitch Elongated / sophisticated Covergirl, bitch we made it Every feature soft to the touch I make all your boyfriends blush Then I let them have it As I sit in custom fabric The say you are what you eat So I wear karats and make cabbage, uh Andrew Donsunmu Make me pretty in my Mui Mui Now serving come and grab it Tanjee banjee just like New New, uh

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post that shit

I’m in Mugler I’m sitting in Mugler, bitch Tape down your toupee I’m sitting in Mugler

Hol’up Hol’up Hol’up Hol’up

I’m Herb Ritz with the shit Gone’ Diddy crop that bitch Annie Leibovitz Gone’ Diddy crop that bitch

I’m Herb Ritz with the shit Gone’ Diddy crop that bitch Annie Leibovitz Gone’ Diddy crop that, uh

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post that shit

Let’s Go Get Stoned / Portier’s Vibe

Ooou Oh yeah, yeah

Said my baby She won’t let me in Unless I gotta fat blunt, yeah yes And a bottle of gin

All I’m asking All I need Is a little of your time

Open up the door baby I got some real good good this time Hey ...

Let’s go get stoned Oh, Let’s go get stoned

Girl Blunt

This shit is a Girl Blunt I only smoke Girl Blunts

I suggest you don't try me I'm real unstable when I'm off that YG, uh Haffi tell they friends don't mind me I stand 5'3 and I'm real feisty, uh What I need / pretty nigga / palm trees Got my own money bitch, it's nothing you can buy me / Nope Crooklyn baby we could take there And if they want smoke we can put it in the air, yeah

This shit is a Girl Blunt I only smoke Girl Blunts

What you said What that mean I don't know Top shelf / bitch I'm on the honor roll Hot fire Make yo nigga stop and roll That booty oou she jiggle like a jelly roll / damn Chocolate, I'm lookin edible Running through the money bitch / I feel incredible Invite me to your party But I never go I be to caught up with that bank roll My dude real hood / mouth full of gold Real real hood / durag on Ambitious nigga, damn he got going on He just graduated college ‘bout a week ago You can work at CVS Long as you don't keep me stressed Cus I need a nigga that's just, yes I'm not with the disrespect Miss me with the indirect Smoke em like a cigarette / puff pass

This shit is a Girl Blunt I only smoke Girl Blunts

Roll Call

What’s the pledge (repeat)

Stroll! Roll Call!

Start it off with a roll call Que’s be my road dogs AKA’s walking round with they pink and they green on Deltas be elephant walking Zetas be live when they talking Shimmy shimmy ya / shimmy yay with the Kappas In my black and gold I throw a blade like a Alpha Roll Call!

Campus full of homies Got me feeling like Zeus When I’m with my crew And they all Greeks Got my niggas turned up With they middle fingers up Fuck the police When my hitta gotta got a problem We don’t call on them We just hit up the LB’s What's up / Shut up

Going on tour It’s gonna be cool The only way that you invited is if you HBCU Historically Black I wear that on my sleeve 47 I just got an honorary degree

Roll Call!

Thurgood, Ms. Rashad, Dr. Ann, Mr. King Tell em one mo’ gen Ms. Badu, Sean Combs, Chadwick, Taraji P. Tell em where we been Southern U dolls I see ya Bethune Cookman they wanna be ya Drumline always there when we need em Howard Homecoming where we meet up

We going on tour Come bring a friend Shawty if you ain’t connected Sorry you can’t get in Historically Black I wear that on my sleeve 47 I just got an honorary degree

Roll Call!

Kid Chocolate Radio

You are now tuned in to WHNIC radio Where you always know, who’s in charge

That was Roll Call our number two song on our top 9 at 9 by Leikeli47 / Heavily requested by our brothers and sisters on the yard ..

Speaking of the yard / I wanna give a shout out to Professor Jenkins / Uh, I heard she broke her back at halftime / She called to let us know that she's fine and well, and she wants to give a shout out to everybody that sent her cards / Somebody tell Miss Jenkins to stay off the field, next time

Listen, everybody traveling south down Broad st right / There is an accident on Lombardy / so please be safe while you're going down there by The Fan / Tryna take the shortcut down the southside ..

But right now we about to get into the number one spot. Ah, we can't get rid of this girl. Leikeli47, with Top Down on WHNIC Radio.

Top Down

Protector of my heart Captain of my soul Never made me regret Giving up control Don’t have to be afraid Of the ship sailing away Even through bad weather Our anchor stays in place I'm a love you

Top down Bottom up Top down Bottom up (Thinking of you) I can’t get enough I can’t get enough I can’t get enough (Win or we lose) I’m not giving up I’m not giving up I’m not giving up (I'm a love you) Top down Bottom up Top down Bottom up Top down Bottom up (I'm a love you)

Patient with my pride You move it all aside Never had a lover So careful and kind Ain’t much that I need Rather be caught up In your rhapsody And I don’t mind I don’t mind cus I'm gonna love you

I get real real happy every time I see you It’s funny how these niggas wanna be you, uh I found my equal Calendar set for the steeple Til death do us part / you know how we do, uh And when they see you Just know that I ain’t too far behind Matching air max / seat reclined, uh Defensive line and I play my position To the fullest Fuck around and get a few yards took'n It’s Brooklyn

Hoyt and Schermerhorn

In the dark on the train whispering, I love you Can’t nobody see the smile upon my face Pulling up to my stop / and you tell me don’t move You ask me can I call in sick today The doors close and I sit in your lap and kiss you You tell me my voice is medicine to your soul The brakes make us move back and forth just like we’re dancing It’s nothing like love on the train when the doors close

Oh we’re riding all the way Downtown to Uptown You got me all the way As long you’re down Ride with me all the way This train is love bound Ride with me All the way

Looking out the window the lights are flashing Tunnel vision / All I can see is you Passengers congregating for our union I’m hoping that they have what we have too

Oh we’re riding all the way Downtown to Uptown You got me all the way As long you’re down Ride with me all the way This train is love bound Ride with me All the way

Uh Never thought in my dreams / that I would meet the one You can count on me If your friends ever run No trade clause Take this team to number one My homie / my lover My best friend / my sun Shine on 'em baby In ya Calvin Klein on 'em Style on em bae U gotta couple miles on 'em While they play catch up We playing dress up In the Maldives Listening to the Killer Bees Hair blowing in the breeze Thinking back on memories when I would take the E Top my job I had in Queens You would always meet me At 61st with the weed and / I cherish the ground we on right now You always held me down I loved our meetings in the hallway In my old building I lived right across from RJ Trust you like I trust Mike 4th quarter in the paint So happy my rite now Will forever be my always We riding all the way

Oh we’re riding all the way Downtown to Uptown You got me all the way As long you’re down Ride with me all the way This train is love bound Ride with me All the way

Iron Mike

4-5-6 when it leave A nigga top dollar in the streets Shake it shake it like a money tree A nigga top dollar in these streets

This that young Brownsville Mike This what working hard sounds like In that hood all damn night / Just hit 12 o’clock on that bike This that go way past go Feel that beat through that floor This that direct disrespect if you ever cross that road This that ..

Album number two Project number ten And I’m not / I’m not I’m not even through Just got my second wind When you / when you see me boppin through Keep it very zen Would hate to put you in a child’s pose Heat it up like Bikram All my cars got big rims Pinky ring / big gem Running in my own race That sound like a win win Outchea balling / Big 10 They use me as a template Cuh dey know that guhl got all dat sauce It’s finger licking

4-5-6 when it leave A nigga top dollar in the streets Shake it shake it like a money tree A nigga top dollar in these streets

Rarely interviewed / And that hardly ever seen If you wanna get a view You gone need to buy a seat Al Haymon ringside I peek in from time to time Don’t engage in small talk Cus you ain’t bout to waste mine Dis-activate my face time Focus on my waistline Offensively coordinated Loved at the same time I suit up at game time Bitch pronounce name right Hall of fame’r in the hood A bitch I’m a walking highlight

4-5-6 when it leave A nigga top dollar in the streets Shake it Shake it like a money tree A nigga top dollar in these streets

Droppin

Tee Tee / that’s my sister OG / that’s my cousin Just talked to my brother Told him that I loved him Made it from the bottom Beef no problem All they ever ask is when my New shit droppin

They watching They watching everything I do They all chasing Can’t run a mile up in my shoes Tell me later That ain’t my problem / that’s on you I’m flying private I’m walking right up with the crew

We land I take my nephew to swapmeet / white tees Then it’s to the studio to produce my beats Sitting in the shop, Acrylic on my nails getting harder then gel I got a story to tell

Tee Tee / that’s my sister OG / that’s my cousin Just talked to my brother Told him that I loved him Made it from the bottom Beef no problem All they ever ask is when my New shit droppin

I’m the Baby from the dumpster Brenda was my momma Free lunch in the summers Now I’m stacking commas Fake bitches still envy I don’t need that drama I too damn busy outchea chasing numbers Ponytail poppin Cocktails in the cockpit Boys insist on hanging on while I explore my options I tell them to stop it They search but they can’t top this The hustle I don’t knock it Cus I’m about that profit

Tee Tee / that’s my sister OG / that’s my cousin Just talked to my brother Told him that I loved him Made it from the bottom Beef no problem All they ever ask is when my New shit droppin

CIAA

The guns go bang bang My neighborhood gang bangs These kids with no name Seen their families slain, yeah Guns and cocaine These lions with gold chains Hunt they prey Knowing good and damn well they pray And u ask me how could this be? I will tell you how....

After I run these streets After I run these streets oh After I run these streets After I run these streets oh After I run these streets After I run these streets I tell ya what u wanna know After I go get what I’m owed

Picking up from the laundromat New money from my old pack I gotta enterprise citywide I know my angels working overtime Cus they tried to kill me Tried to take me down Drown me in the river Put me in the ground But I can’t stop No I won’t stop It ain’t in my nature I keep it in my socks I show em ..

Another day, another dollar, another cent Took me a hunned times try'n / before I rose out the cement, yeah Cleared out my karma For my sins, I repent A lot of free throws before I came up off the bench I / went at afraid / had to pitch my own tent Cus / being broke and poor man Just wasn’t my intent So, no I can’t stop But I won’t stop It ain’t in my nature I keep it in my socks I show em ..

Talkin’ to Myself

Talkin to myself Talkin to myself Sometimes I just be talkin to myself Voices in my head Voices in my head Tellin me I just need to get outta bed and .. Wake up! Wake (repeat) Eh’body talkin Eh’body talkin Nothing really coming out It’s just eh’body talkin It’s fire in the water It’s bugs in the bed We don’t need to be shot up to be filled up with lead Pour it down the drain Pour it down the drain I wish I could just melt you and just pour you down the drain Fuck you mean you don’t care? Them babies over there We need to be proud / be loud Gone let em hear I just be ... Talkin to myself Talkin to myself Sometimes I just be talkin to myself I hear them voices in my head Voices in my head Tellin me I just need to get outta bed and .. Wake up! Wake (repeat) Wake up!

Bad Gyal Flex

This is a bad gyal flex When I come, I come to collect This is a bad gyal flex Hang it up, disconnect This is a bad gyal flex When mi campaign dey reelect This is a bad gyal flex Run up you might get wrecked

No one cyaan test Middle name, architect They never know what to expect You accept what I reject

Coo pon dat bwoy I might mek him my toy Send him home / bunk mi res Tell his mumma I’m di best

Sumody tell mi sey yuh dida talk bout mi It’s no surprise that you chat bout we Cuyah she gwan like she so nice eee Get that red out ya eye fore you come try me

Sumody tell mi sey yuh dida talk bout mi It’s no surprise that you chat bout we Cuyah she gwan like she so nice eee Get that red out ya eye fore you come try we

This is a bad gyal flex When I come, I pick up the check This is a bad gyal flex Hang it up, disconnect This is a bad gyal flex When mi campaign dey reelect This is a bad gyal flex High class / no respect

Water more than flour Das wah mek mi work round the hour Billboards on towers On time even during rush hour Mi came to empower Grab fi yuh tits stand taller Wine like no tomorrow Carry go bring come Don’t bother

Sumody tell mi sey yuh dida talk bout mi It’s no surprise that you chat bout we Cuyah she gwan like she so nice ee Get that red out ya eye fore you come try me

This is a bad gyal flex When I come, I come for respect This is a bad gyal flex Hang it up, disconnect This is a bad gyal flex When mi campaign they reelect This is a bad gyal flex Run up you might get wrecked

Had ah dream mi guh ah far No it’s fi mi name they calling DJ kip de bashment going on an on

Had ah dream mi guh ah far No it’s fi mi name they calling DJ keep de bashment going on an on

So I can flex

Full Set (A New Style)

Now moo that .. Lemme give her some / Lemme give her some bundles .. The same / bundles / that she's been having / past weeks! Let me give her a New Style ..

New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo A new cut / A new color A new cut / A new color

Put ya thumb up bitch You ain’t goin my way No more free rides That’s done I say Take court, any sport I’cuh run all day Right hand to Sham I’m a ball my way

"Category is" Are the words I pray Hold church on the catwalk all day Bring it to you every ball And I don’t show face Clocked in on time Need all my pay

Chewing gum, Chewing gum, Chew Why would I say what I can just do Chewing gum, Chewing gum, Chew No money on the scene? / Bitch that’s my cue Uh, I carry Looking for a young Iverson to marry Watching my calories I'm a Plant-based ho all about her celery salary

New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo A new cut / A new color A new cut / A new color

I’m from the hood hood We don’t back down We wish a nigga would would Block boys with the good wood If he loyal hold it down like you should should

Now Serving High maintenance Chase nothing but greatness Barely seen in places / and never in no ones face bitch So that phony shit y’all save it Fo yo skully be on that pavement Cus big bucks and Benz toy trucks Are the only thing that I play with Don’t try me, try luck Putcha in the cloud wit all the shit you can’t back up Nike airs coming in by the Mack truck On all ten I got my mother f*ck'n checks up, bitch

New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo A new cut / A new color A new cut / A new color

Blacker than an all white party Came to make you move your body

She needs some oil sheen.

In My Eyes In my eyes / you’re a king In my eyes / you’re a queen Beautiful lives / lost in spring The wind blows away our dreams In my eyes / I am god Cause He lives in my heart Scriptures in the stall Vines on the wall Psalms in the air just in case a nigga fall Father forgive me for I do not know it all But the life you chose for me had me living off the wall Sometimes on floors Singing through the halls And Billie Jean never came clean through it all Daddy’s maybe was a welfare baby Now I’m lighting up the streets, and that’s on me In my eyes / there’s a war Pick a side / what are you fighting for In my eyes / only blood can clean The stains of life That I wear on me I’m leaving, come with me There’s more for us to be

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maggotmouth · 6 years ago

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hullo it nora, back for more mess. this unhinged little nightmare is cecily who i first birthed around 3 years ago and i am so excited to finally be playing her again. feral wolf girl who loves silk babydoll dresses and bubblegum but would also cut your femoral artery if she was bored. is the eptome of that “somethin dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls” trope. amma crellin meets harley quinn meets addy hanlon. ( pinterest )

APP.

( nora. 22. gmt. she / her. ) it might be HER FRESHMAN year but I still think CECILY DE ROSA looks exactly like FREYA MAVOR and sometimes I think the FEMALE is actually them. Of course I’m wrong, as they’re 19 and studying THEATRE while living in FIDELIS here at Lockwood. The GEMINI can be rather PUCKISH and CANDID, but also kind of SELF-CENTRED and HYSTERICAL. Their most played song on Spotify was CELL BLOCK TANGO by CATHERINE ZETA JONES AND THE COMPANY OF CHICAGO, so I think that says a lot.

BACKGROUND.

tw death suicide murder proceed w caution

born as ‘lamia romana’ in italy to catholic parents. her father was a struggling alcoholic and incredibly depressed. when cece was 4, and her brother was 3 her father fed the gas pipe through the back of their car whilst they prepared to go on their family holiday because he knew suicide would leave his wife and children penniless so he decided the most selfless thing would be to take them with him

cecily (lamia) and her brother luc by some miracle survived the accident, but were left orphaned. they were sent to a convent where they were raised by nuns. cece was incredibly religious. it became her whole life. she was devoted to god completely, almost crazed, because in the absence of parents she transferred the need for a guider and protector onto this spiritual other evoked by her religious beliefs.

she always had a strained relationship w her brother because she believed he wasn’t as devoted to catholicism as she was. when she was 13 he claimed that god wasn’t real and that she was a freak, and in a violent rage cecily thrust a crucifix through his throat. it was completely out of character for her. she screamed until her throat went dry. eventually, when the nuns managed to tear her away from her brother’s body, she was taken to a psychiatric hospital in manhattan where she stayed for two years. driven to madness, she convinced herself that she had been possessed by the devil the moment she killed her brother, and soon she began to accept her fate, as not holy, like she had anticipated, but in fact it’s ungoldy antithesis

when she was released, she was adopted by an american distant aunt and uncle and sent to a manhattan boarding school under the new name ‘cecily de rosa’. see also: st. trinnians. lifted of any religious obligation, cecily grew wild. she delighted in acting up, cheeking her superiors, causing havoc and chaos, terrifying the other girls. sex became her weapon – she would seduce the boys from the local comprehensive and drop them like flies. to her, it was merely a game.

uses sex as a weapon, a way in which to manipulate men, having filmed sexual liasons with both a former acting coach and a TA to use for the purposes of blackmail.

her expulsion from school was threatened after she streaked the school naked and doused in pig blood, but her academic prowess was an asset to the school, so they learnt to put up with her antics. she applied for yale but didn’t get in.

she atended juliard for a year but was thrown out for indecency

theatre-wise, one of Cecily’s most commendable traits is her sheer tenacity and lack of inhibition – she is willing to do whatever it takes to climb to the top, and kick as many other people down as necessary on her way there. tthis unhinged hunger for success was evidenced when, in her breakout role, cecily played Tamora in Titus Andronicus. feeling the presentation of one of shakespeare’s most terrifying women was ‘pussy-footed’ and dulled down for a male audience, cecily took matters into her own hands, and during the famous banquet scene where Tamora is fed her own sons, she ate a pig’s heart live on stage – receiving both awestruck and horrified press reviews for her performance -- and getting expelled from her drama school. (thats why she is now at lockwood)

she is in a sorority house n the gymnastic squad. she speaks fluently in four languages. the kind f sociopathic lana del rey writes songs about.

was raised Roman Catholic, and although she is now estranged from religion, it’s still an integral part of her identity. She holds it partially responsible for the need to repress emotion she still experiences. The only time she allows herself to truly feel, without perceiving it as a weakness, is when she’s performing

cecily was raised with dual-nationality and is multi-lingual. Her parents frequently spoke both Italian and English around the house, leading cecily to do the same. She is also somewhat familiar with Latin, having studied it alongside Literature, Contemporary Dance and Theatre at a manhattan-based performing arts boarding school.

ethereal wood elf. plays flute and does ballet. her favourite tv shows are making a murderer and dance moms. she is big on Tchaikovsky and Bukowski. poetry to cecily is soup of the soul, despite the fact that the only things she really feels are apathy and mild disgust. her poems mostly centre around the beauty of violence -- writing about it often prevents her from committing violent acts -- and also her cat.

loves gettin fucked up. always high on sometin -- cocaine, ecstasy, love, her own ego.

had her first taste of alcohol at 15 and has stayed fond of spirits ever since. likes literature of the macabre, isn’t fond of social media, and loves knee high socks and glitter. she bites her nails, will only take cold showers, and doesn’t drink coffee. loves cats. is vegan.

she sleeps like a cat, regularly but short amounts of time, and is usually found awake at night stalking the streets in the pursuit of self-destruction. she views herself as pansexual because she is attracted to people rather than genders but she thinks men are trash. probably biromantic or homoromantic. she loves the chase. she likes meaningless sexual liasons, but if hearts are broken in the process, even better. hearts are breakable and she believes those who have them are foolish.

aesthetic: peroxide hair in a bathtub, bleach, glittery socks under spaghetti strap heels, silk slip dresses, glitter smeared beneath eyes, split knuckles, nose bleeds, a bubble of blue gum snapped against cherry flavoured lips, orange peel, knee-high socks, tartan two-piece skirt and blazers, kate moss posters ripped out of vogue, littering a bedroom wall, yearbook photos tacked together with red thread, clip in highlights, stick on earrings, french music humming from a crackly gramophone, a hip flask covered with hello kitty stickers

PLOTS.

i currently have NO PLOTS for her so everything is open. if you want a cousin / ex-lover / friend with benefits / bully, or are dying for a specific connection, let me know or like this post and i will msg you!! LOVE U ALL xoxo

more plots all of these are plagiarised:

“you were drunk and you climbed in through my apartment window and I’m not really sure how you managed it because not only is the fire escape broken but you are really fucking plastered wtf please, teach me your skills?”

“i set your kitchen on fire ‘by accident’ because i hate your guts, and you know it was me but you have no evidence”

“we’re in a breakfast club style all day detention”

“you came over for ‘help studying’ and my roommate came home five minutes after we were done hooking up and you got roped into a conversation about her dogs and everyone is uncomfortable”

“we’re friends but it’s a really toxic relationship made up of trying to one up each other all the time”

“I caught you writing gay porn in the library and now you’re terrified i’ll tell everyone, but really i’m just waiting for the next instalment”

“i asked you to help me sneak my cat into my dorm but we got caught by the janitor and now we’re both in the principal’s office”

“you saw me come back to my apartment covered in blood one night, but you’ve never asked about it because you’re scared that yours might be the next blood i’m covered in”

“you broke into my apartment while I was out for whatever reason and when I came home I knocked you out and now you’re unconscious on my floor and idk what to do?”

“i just decked you in the face because i’m drunk and you were pissing me off but ow my hand really fucking hurts i think i might have broke it and oh look your nose is bleeding and now we’re both sitting awkwardly in the hospital while i glare at you from across the room. but wait are you giving me sex eyes?? stop that i’m supposed to mad at you??”

“you keep dragging suspicious sacks up to and down from your apartment and I don’t know what your deal is or why I still wanna bone you”

“we’re in the same rocky horror troupe”

“i stayed over at your house and woke you up in the middle of the night to have sex while your roommate is asleep and every time, your room mate yells “STOP FUCKING, JESUS CHRIST” right when we’re about to finish”

“we used to have a thing but now we hate each others guts and can’t be in the same room without yelling at one another”

“i had a drunk one night stand with your brother last year and i threw up in your room, and now we’re in a class together and it’s really awkward.”

#tw:intro #tldr - crazy bitch like 4 plots

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icanhearyouglaring · 8 years ago

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when im with you, i have fun

summary: there’s something super about him, something that has absolutely nothing to do with superpowers, and she’d tell everyone exactly what it was if she didn’t want all of its wonders to herself [spitfire + cuddles] a/n: if u like, plz reblog with your comments in the tags!!! i would love that!!!!

The keys to the apartment slip out of Artemis’s fingers as soon as she pulls them out of her jacket pocket.

“Perfect,” she mutters to herself, swooping down to pick the keys up off the wet landing.

After one of the longest, most mind-numbing finals of her life, all she wants to do is get out of the freezing, pouring rain and into the leftover stir-fry that awaits her in the refrigerator to celebrate the end of the semester. Artemis unlocks the finicky door on the first try and when it doesn’t creak loudly as she pushes it open, she momentarily wonders if her food-deprived brain brought her to the wrong door.

But, no, it is the right door. Instead of immediately stripping off her soaking jacket and making a beeline for the kitchen, Artemis quietly closes the door, rests her back against it, and lingers, taking in the sight that greets her in the living room.

Wally, lounging across the entirety of the couch wrapped up in the maroon, velvet blanket they just stress-purchased over the weekend, lazily pets a sleeping Brucely with one hand and turns the pages of the notebook in his lap with the other. His head bobs along with the music that blares beyond the confines of the headphones over his ears. He hums along, off-key and ill-timed, but close enough that Artemis can recognize the song and appreciate the attempt.

She stays by the door, dripping water on the once-clean floor, desperately wanting to pull out her phone and record the cozy scene, but unwilling to chance making a sound and ending it. Wally gets more into the song, tapping his hand against his notebook with the beat. When he aims for the high note, Artemis can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up in her throat. Brucely’s head shoots up from the spot on the floor where he’d been drooling, and he bumps Wally’s idle hand away, catching his attention. Wally cranes his neck back to follow his dog’s vision all the way to her.

“Hey, babe,” he says, quickly taking off his headphones and placing them on the side of the couch. The music doesn’t stop.

“Hey,” Artemis replies, finally slipping out of her jacket and hanging it and her bag on a hook near the door.

She kicks off her shoes and walks over to where Brucely patiently waits for her to pet him, because there was no way he was going to come to her, not with his favorite parent still patting his head (Artemis has come to begrudgingly accept her place as second favorite, but this is not to say that she has given up trying to overthrow the existing order). She sits on the floor next to the couch and rubs the top of Brucely’s head. A small sigh slips past her lips as she forces her tense shoulders to relax.

“How long were you standing there?” Wally asks, shutting his notebook and tossing it onto the coffee table.

“Just a few minutes.”

He turns on the couch to face her fully and quips, “And you didn’t say anything? Pervert.”

“You wish,” she laughs, before leaning in to press a quick, light kiss against his forehead. “So, you fixed the door?”

“Oh, yeah, I think so, but I’m not totally sure how,” Wally chuckles, trailing his knuckles over Brucely’s back. The dog revels in all the attention he’s getting. “I came back from that sham of a review session and kinda-sorta fought with it more than usual. Something clicked, and boom, no more squeaks.”

Artemis snorts, impressed and a little suspicious. “You must have a gift. Counting the toaster and the shower, that’s the third thing you’ve accidentally fixed this week.”

“So that’s why you keep me around,” Wally says with an air of indignant realization, before he moves his hand from Brucely’s back to Artemis’s knee and smiles. “Well, that and that other thing.”

“Other thing? Who’s the pervert now?” Artemis teases, placing her hand over his.

Wally laughs. “Still you. I was referring to your infinite store of love for me. You were thinking dirty thoughts. I can see it in your eyes.”

Brucely takes this opportunity to stick his nose between Wally’s hand and Artemis’s jeans. Artemis rolls her eyes.

“Don’t be jealous. There’s plenty of me to go around,” Wally says, scratching behind Brucely’s ears.

Artemis isn’t so sure he’s talking to the dog.

“You spoil him,” she says for the thousandth time.

“Who else is going to?” Wally glances at her expression and shifts gears. “How was your last final?”

The post-test uneasiness she’d left at the door returns.

“Long. Longer than I thought it’d be. I left a piece of me behind in that lecture hall,” she says, half-serious. “It’s still taking the test.”

“Ouch,” Wally winces and takes her hand, much to the annoyance of their dog-child, who sinks against the floor in protest.

Artemis starts to stand up, but Wally tugs her hand and shakes his head.

“Come here. You need a hug.”

I need that stir-fry, Artemis thinks, picturing the bowl waiting for her near the back of the fridge, but she still carefully steps over Brucely to join Wally on the couch. A hug would also be nice. She lays down beside him and he scoots as far back into the couch as he can and they move around until they find a comfortable position, her slightly on top of him and their legs tangled underneath the blanket.

Artemis sighs slowly as Wally wraps one arm around her and starts fiddling with a lock of her loose, still slightly damp hair with his other hand. With all the hustle and bustle of finals and studying and trying to fit sleep somewhere between those two things, it’s been hard to find a moment of peace with each other.

“Just one more test, babe,” Wally says, exhaustion hanging off every word.

“Are you ready for it?”

Wally laughs. “As ready as I’m going to be.”

“That’s the spirit,” Artemis says, only half-kidding because this far in the game, you either know it or you don’t.

“Before I forget, Mom called today,” Wally says slowly, practically begging her to ask–

“Yours or mine?”

“Ours,” Wally says, jokingly scandalized. “Okay, mine. She wanted to know if we’d come over next weekend for dinner and the tree lighting ceremony down at the Flash museum.”

“You told her yes, right? We always go.”

“About that,” Wally drawls, in the way that warns Artemis he’s been up to something. “I was thinking we could drive out there this year, instead of zeta-ing. Take turns driving, see the sights. We didn’t have time to plan a real vacation for this break, so why not work it into the usual schedule?”

Artemis ponders over the idea for a moment before wincing. “Do you remember our last roadtrip?”

“Oh, I can’t forget it,” he says matter-of-factly. “No matter how much I wish I could. But that just means this one can only be better.”

“Hmm, you’re going to have to sell it to me.” Artemis jokes, before seriously asking, “Where would we even go?”

Wally starts waxing poetic about the value of visiting dinosaur museums and Yellowstone and baseball stadiums and Artemis nods in all the right places and pretends to be undecided, even though he had her at ‘about that’. She lets him go on and on and on, because she loves him, and this, and their life together.

There’s something super about him, something that has absolutely nothing to do with superpowers, and she’d tell everyone exactly what it was if she didn’t want all of its wonders to herself (and Brucely, sometimes).

He has the ability to flip her mood like it’s a goddamn lightswitch (in a good way, most of the time). She’ll be feeling ten types of upset over trivial and important things and then he’ll say something like–

“I guess it doesn’t really matter where, as long as I’m with you.”

–and it’s like all those other things cease to exist, for a moment at least. It really is his gift: inadvertently making things better, just by being himself.

“You’re a cornball,” Artemis says, smiling as she moves to straddle him on the couch.

Wally tilts his head and smiles up at her. “You smell like rain.”

“And you smell like dog–” Artemis says truthfully, wrinkling her nose and leaning down to kiss him anyways.

Brucely barks jealously and they break apart to give the dog matching exasperated looks, but before they can resume their activities, Artemis tastes a familiar tang on the corner of her lip and gasps. She sweeps her tongue over it again, just to be sure. Her eyes flit from Wally’s confused face to the empty bowl sitting on the coffee table. How had she missed it?

“Oh my god,” Artemis sits up on his lap. “You ate my stir-fry? I called dibs.”

Wally blanches. “You did? When?”

“When I put it away.”

Wally cringes. “That’s when I was taking B outside. I am so sorry.”

Artemis releases a short breath, resigned, hungry, and in a forgiving mood (because who could stay mad after all that).

“It’s okay. We still have everything, so I can make another batch tonight.”

That’s when the doorbell rings, startling everyone but Brucely, who has a knack for ignoring everyone but Wally whenever he’s in the room. Artemis untangles her foot from the blanket and rises from the couch.

“Surprise,” Wally says, rushing to get up and grab his wallet from under the coffee table. “I ordered Paola’s to celebrate surviving another semester.”

“You didn’t.” Artemis grins, thinking “Fuck the stir-fry”.

“I did,” he nods, and Brucely dutifully pads along behind his favorite parent as he goes to answer the door.

“Hey,” Artemis calls for Wally’s attention just before he can open the door, “you’re the best, in case you didn’t already know.”

“Love you, too.”

As he makes small talk with the obviously uninterested delivery man, Artemis muses that yes, she’ll keep this all to herself (and the dog) for as long as she can.

#spitfire #young justice #yj #my writing #thx rachelisanerd!!!!!#and jostenneil for the whole mom scene #i was in my feels when i wrote this #so prepare yourselves #otp: ninja couple

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