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#5

i am going to be v strong and NOT title the next chapter of my fic, an interlude from the POV of a character named Tyr, in-Tyr-mission

39 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#4

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jake English/Dirk Strider Characters: Jake English, Dirk Strider Additional Tags: teensy bit of dave strider, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - No Sburb Session, Demon Sex, Rope Bondage, Impact Play, Dubious Consent, Masochism, Painplay, Temperature Play, Spooky Jake Autumn, Light-Hearted, Crack Summary:

Dirk buys a suspicious golden rope from a mysterious shop. Who knows what that might hold in store for him?

(Answer: a sexy demon. But joke's on him, Dirk's into that shit.)

inspired by @thedoublepp gorgeous jake art

43 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

#3

Me: I wanna write

Myself: whatcha wanna write

Me: something good

Myself: *snort* good fucking luck

Me: yo self we don't talk to people like this in this house, wanna reframe that?

Myself: ok fine I'm experiencing low self esteem and doubt in my abilities

Me: *takes self face in my palms* ok I will remind you of the importance of the two cakes, the parable of the clay pots, and the fact that if you've done something once and didn't suffer a subsequent disability, no reason you can't do it again.

Now are we ready to write some trash that is slightly better than yesterday's trash? Say yes.

Self, sniffling: yes.

63 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

Fuck I used to know how to make friends in fandom spaces

Uh

Hi whomstve folks

What's your favorite weird-ass thing Jake has said in fic or canon

90 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Might fuck around and post some spooky Jake autumn stuff

Such as:

Dirk makes a living building shit. What shit depends on who's paying this week. He who has the dollars calls the shots.

However.

"What you drew here is physically impossible," Dirk tells the latest asshole client, some white guy in a suit.

"I was told you do the impossible on a weekly basis," says Smug McAssface. "Are you saying your reputation is wrong?"

"What you're asking for," Dirk says flatly, "is the equivalent of a four-angled triangle. That's not how triangles work. That's not how any of this works."

"Then you're saying you won't do it?"

"I'm saying --" Dirk grits his teeth and names an impossible sum. "And it's going to take me a month."

The guy, without breaking eye contact, writes him a check.

So now Dirk has a month to defy God and physics. Fine.

*

On the first three days, the plans make no god-damned sense. On the fourth, they still don't, but living on energy drink and two hours of sleep a night is lending them a certain odd charm.

Dirk's an insomniac anyway, and staying up late to work is an occupational hazard. This is not aided by the fact that on the fifth day, during a snatched catnap, he starts dreaming.

If he remembers his dreams, they're usually semi-lucid and fairly boring. He spends a lot of dream time in airports, for some reason, waiting for a flight that never takes off.

This time, there's someone sitting next to him in the waiting area.

Huh. That's new. "Who the fuck are you?"

The newcomer isn't bad looking. Dark skin, darker hair, eyes the color of cartoon acid, *very* nice forearms.

Dirk is about to reconsider what kind of dream this might be - he wouldn't object, he hadn't gotten out much lately - when the guy lightly says, "This is dull, isn't it? Let's change things up."

He snaps his fingers, and Dirk wakes up screaming.

He also wakes up with a lightning-strike realization of how two of the bugshit parts fit together, so at least he has that going for him.

165 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

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Flashback thread

Calum & Evie back when they got ROBBED by Ritchie! tw: This is pure chaos

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Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum was exhausted as he momentarily tried to pull his key out of his back pocket. He was struggling with it for a moment before realizing where the fuck he was trying to go and instead tried to push the door open, fully expecting it to be unlocked. It was always unlocked. But this time it wasn't. A confused look crossing his face as he once again began to struggle with the key. When he finally got it free he stuck it in the door, letting himself in. The room around him, somehow changed in a way that his brain could barely wrap around it. Their table lamp, trashed in the corner. Shit thrown about everywhere, chairs knocked over. It looked like a fuckin storm had rushed through their home. "Ev's you home?" He called out as he took a step forward and moved to put his shit down in his room. @evie(edited)

evie07/21/2019 "yeah." she said in a faint voice. sitting cross legged in the hallway, a picture frame shattered on the floor, which it was clear to see the evidence of lines being taken off of it. she was hugging her sore legs, blood on her legs that had dripped from her mouth and nose. @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum paused in the doorway of his room when he heard Evie's voice. Pausing as he noted that his own room had been ransacked as he turned towards Evie's who was sat on the floor. "Jesus Christ Eve's!" He said as he dropped his shit and immediately ran to his roommates side. His was as careful as could be when he took her face in his hands, examining the damage. Dried blood flaking off onto his hand as he looked over the rest of her. "I'm calling the police." He said as he reached in his pocket once again fumbling for his phone. He really needed to stop wearing pants with such large pockets. @evie(edited)

evie07/21/2019 she sat with her eyes glued to the mess on the floor in front of her feet, when the word police broke her trance. "No! No! You're not!" Her hands grabbing at his wrist, forcing his hand out of his pocket, "No police, Calum! Look at me! Promise me, no police! Or i'm out of here!" her voice breaking, now sitting up on her knees, her drained eyes begging him, filled with nothing but fear, "Fucking promise me!" she screamed before a whimper left her dried, bloody lips. @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum froze when she yelled at him about the police, his hand freezing in his pocket as he looked at her. He could see the bruising starting to swell despite the dried blood on her lips. Recent but enough time that whoever had done it was clearly gone now. "I wont if you tell me what the fuck happened?" He said as he let himself fall on his ass and look her over. "Evie you know normally I don't try to pry on your shit, but if that has anything to do with all the shit that's been going on lately I'm gonna need you to tell me now, because whomstv ever came in here fucked up the only lamp we had in the living room. Now it's gonna be dark as shit in there." @evie

evie07/21/2019 "Give me your phone." she stood up now, stomach aching from both the stress and the hits she had taken. her eyes nearly full circles, pupils dilated so large that barely any brown was detectable. "Give me your fucking phone. Give me it! and lock the door. Now. Now!" a hand resting on her back, another shaky hand reaching out, anxiously wailing for him to hand it over before she talked. "The fucking light is the least of our fucking problems, buddy-bear! Check for your PS4! Baby, it's gone! Long gone!" She laughed so hard, spit flew. Her laughter cutting off, "Move! Phone! Door!" @Calcium 🗑(edited)

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum was used to freak outs. That went without saying, but freak outs like this from Evie were new to him. He pushed himself up and didn't bother pulling his phone out as he moved to their front door, opening it to take the spare key inside, before shutting it again and locking it tight. "I'm not giving you my phone but you're just going to need to trust that I'm not calling the cops already." He said still trying to wrap his brain around everything she was saying. He gave her the 'wait just a minute finger' as he disappeared into his room, let himself have a moment of silent for his lost games, that he was sure he'd cry about later and re-emerged from the room. "Evie I'm gonna need you to chill the fuck out! Your freaking out isn't going to bring our shit back." He said as he b-lined for his roommate, keeping his hands visible so she could see what we was doing. @evie

evie07/21/2019 evie began pacing, her thumb nail pulling the loose skin on her lip, blood adding to the dried spots on her fingers from earlier. she turned to him, eyes growing wide again, "No! I need your phone! Give me your fucking phone!" she stepped to make sure she could at least see his back at all times, watching his hands. her eyes flickering to his face and then back to his limbs. watching his body language and movements. "I'm going to need you to give me your fuckin' phone if you want me to stay inside of this fuckin' apartment, Goodrich!" she stepping to him as he appeared again, her hands going to shove his shoulders, "Give me your fucking phone! Give-" she gasped and stepped back, shaky hands going to her mouth, it hit her like a fucking truck. How else would Ritchie know where she lived? When she was alone? "oh my fuck, you're recording this, aren't you? You're tapped! Bugged!" a manic laugh bursting through yet again before she slipped back into paranoia, "You! You fucking helped set this whole thing up, didn't you? Didn't you! You fuckin' sly hound dog! Piece of shit, fucking two-timing, rat! A fucking rat!" @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum kept his hands up, steady, again not the first crazy daisy he'd dealt with, just the first time seeing a monster inside the skin of his best friend. He tried, so fucking hard to keep his cool until she started shoving him. "Evie will you fucking stop! I don't even know who the fuck Ritchie is! You haven't told me shit all about this situation. You've told fucking Monica, and Hollis but not a fucking word to the guy who lives 2 feet down the hall! And I wasn't gonna say shit because it's not my shit but now it's my shit so now it's time to start talking!" He demanded, stepping back in her face. "You're not getting my fucking phone until you calm the fuck back down Evie!" He shouted, grabbing a hold of her wrist and pushing her back against the wall of their apartment. "Calm the fuck down!" He said again as he held her forcefully against the drywall. "Come back to earth." @evie

evie07/21/2019 "Oh, so now they are fucking talking about me, huh?! They are fucking running their fucking big mouths to everyone, aren't they! It's my fucking business, Calum! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!" she was pounding her chest so hard she nearly knocked the wind out of herself, she was glaring up at him, eyes scanning his in a crazed manner, huffing and puffing so that she didn't cry. Her back being pushed into the wall, causing her to laugh up to the ceiling, her wrists being held down so that she was unable to do anything but grind her teeth at him through an aggressive smirk. she arched her back against the wall bringing herself closer to him, "Hey, does this bring back any fucking memories?! but last time you had me against a wall, you had a stiffy. You hard, baby?" she cocked her head, testing him. @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 "Talking about you? Evie you were at the fucking 'family meeting' just like I was! Everyone fucking knows about what happened at the party! It's not some big fucking secret! Will you fucking cut it out?!" He shouted again, keeping his grip tight even as she leaned into him. Fuck her for bringing up that night. His anger starting to bubble underneath the surface. Not even at her but at whoever the fuck the prick was that had triggered this entire thing in the first place. "Fuck you." He hissed as he took a step forward to push her back further against the wall. His body holding her there to keep her from arching her back further. "You know that wasn't just me and that has nothing to do with this!" He added, hating that he let her put the thought in his head. "I need you to calm the fuck down and talk to me like a normal fucking person! I know you're upset but we're not moving from this spot until you fucking breathe." @evie(edited)

evie07/21/2019 She could tell he was getting angry, it was in his eyes. she couldn't stop laughing now, feeling herself being clung more tightly to the wall. "Ow, Jesus, Cal!" She spoke in pain but through chuckles. "I need more coke. What the fuck do you think happened, Cal! Take a look around! We thought we didn't have shit before, well! Ta-da! Out-did myself! At least we still have a vacuum- wait. Do we own a vacuum? Fuck dude, let me fucking go! I've been roughed up enough, god, i'm so small! Be nice!" @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 "The last thing you need right now is fucking cocaine. Jesus christ, man fucking look at yourself!" Cal breathed out, a mix of hurt, fear, anger, disgust, and something else absolutely eating away at him. He loosened his grip when she made it clear that he was hurting her. He didn't want to do that. "This isn't your fucking fault Evie!" He shouted, as his eyes searched hers. He didn't trust this. This innocent I'm small shit. Not with the manic look and the laugh and the threats to go get fucked up as soon as he let go. "Yeah I can fucking see that. I want to know what the fuck it is we have to do to make that shit never happen again. So you ready to tell me what the fucks been going on?" @evie

evie07/21/2019 She was glaring back at him through her lashes, nose faintly crinkled as her switch flipped again, "no? not my fucking fault huh?" she giggled again, leaning her head back against the wall, "wanna know what else i like to blow, Calum? and no, this wont be a sex joke. Don't let your dick twitch. Money. i fucking loooove to blow money. Or i guess the right way to say it is to lose track of money." her eyes rolling up to the ceiling in thought of how to word it, "yeah. lose track." she pushed off the wall, trying to slip her wrists from his grip as she pushed off the wall, "i owe a guy money, Cal. A lot of money. Half a millie." she laughed, saying it, tears forming in her eyes just hearing the words. "Half a fuckin' millie. You got any more PS4's?" She now was nearly on her toes to speak to him, "and let's just say that Dick-Bitch-Ritch isn't a big fan of me for prancing around town and never paying him jack back. So you know why i'm always looking a lil rough, Calum? Huh? Why i'm picking fights all the time or sometimes i don't come home? hm? ever wonder that?" with how she was speaking to him, it was like it was his fault, "because ritchie and i have this little dance we do. he comes to collect, i run my mouth, he can't use his words so he pops me like a zit. pop!" she giggled again, "so- after Hollis' beautiful god-like ass stepped in, bless his fucking soul, Ritchie decided to come and personally collect. But, you see, how my funds are set up, i have no money. So-" she glanced around the room dramatically, "ta-da! we have. fucking. nothing!" her last word a scream, looking at Calum now out of breath, her eyes no longer enraged and wild. her chest heaving, her mind and body starting to panic, "I fucked up, Calum. I really fucked up." @Calcium 🗑(edited)

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum's face journey throughout her rant was a wild one. Quickly changing one from disapproval at the sex joke, to confusion, to rage, and then immediately back to empathy. So many thoughts racing through his head as she spoke. Surely he'd noticed shit like this. He'd noticed the bruising in the past, but chalked it up to the fights she seemed to have a habit of getting into with people at the parties they went to. He remembered a similar bruising of the night when they'd.... He had to close his eyes to shake the memory from his head. A memory that needed to stay locked away in the depths of his mind where it belonged. But they hadn't ever talked about it. They'd avoided it all together which in retrospect was not a good way for him to deal with anything. It didn't erase what happened. It just swept it under the a very metaphorical rug, since now like everything else, their apartment didn't have. His body felt frozen in place as she screamed at him and only came back to life when her chest started heaving. When instead of grabbing her wrists again, his arms flew around her body pulling her into her chest and holding her as tightly as he possibly could. His fingers finding the back of her head to pull her into his neck. Words felt lost to him. Telling her she didn't wouldn't help. Really telling her anything wouldn't immediately fix anything. @evie

evie07/21/2019 He was going to yell, and for a moment she closed her eyes, still in Ritchie mode, waiting for him to strike her. But instead, she smelt his body wash and the smell of his bed when hers was too dirty to nap in, and her hands went to dig into his shirt. and she sobbed. an ugly sob. a really fucking ugly sob. she nearly fell to the floor, screaming into his chest and neck. "Why did I fucking get myself into this! There is no way fuckin' out! What if you were here!? God, he fucking put his hands on Hollis! Monica!" she only pulled back to look at him, make-up smeared all over her face, eyes puffy from crying and the cocaine and Ritchie's hands, "You can't tell anyone! Calum, swear you wont tell anyone about this! I'm already a fuckin' mess to them!" God, she could just hear Monica and Jane right now. Eric would probably stop wanting to get stoned with someone crazy like her. and Hollis? He'd never have that questionable spark in his eye again. She didn't care about the money or if Ritchie never stopped, she just wanted to go back to a time that nobody knew. Nobody but Ritchie and Evie and the higher-ups that Ritchie owed money to. @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum shook his head, pulling her back into his arms. He wasn't ready to let her go and at least there he knew she was safe. Because lord knows he wouldn't let a fucking soul touch her especially after what he'd just told her. "It stays between us." He said quietly, holding her for another moment longer before pulling back and taking her face in his hands. His thumb brushing against her bruised cheek eyes searching hers for answers he was certain he'd never find. Obviously if she had them she wouldn't be in this mess. He wasn't about to tell her that this only solidified his plan to find other methods of bringing in money. As well as apparently find a way to get a better security system for their apartment. "No one finds out anymore okay." He assured her, biting down slightly on his lip, heartbroken at the pain he was finding behind her gaze. "We're gonna find a way out of this okay. We're not gonna bring the others into it. As far as they're concerned its over you hear me?" @evie

evie07/21/2019 she nodded, eyes closed to hopefully stop the tears. a whimper leaving her quivering lips as her hands went to rest on his wrists, his hands holding her wet face. she couldn't say anything else, and she wasn't sure how'd she would come back from this. she wanted to scream again but part of her knew she was on the thin line between manic and sobbing mess. so she stood there, eyes closed, in their torn up apartment. she didn't know how they would get out of this mess, but she knew that he was the only person ensuring that she wasn't alone in this. "you gotta promise you don't get involved though. i don't want anyone else hurt." she could only get out a whisper, "i don't want him touching anymore of you. i'll take a bat to him if he does. i already want to kill him for monica and hollis-" she shook her head, wanting the imagine of holls' battered face, hands, and body. monica's black eye. and now calum's home. "I'm sorry." @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum shook his head as his fingers wiped away at her tears. Finding each one like a slowed down game of fruit ninja. While he knew that none of what he was about to say was true, he'd say it if it's what she needed to hear to get back to a place of calm. "I promise Eve's." He said softly as he leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. "He's not gonna lay a hand on any of us ever again alright. You included. You and I are gonna figure this out like we figure everything out okay?" He assured her as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead, longer fingers moving to smooth down her wild hair. "I'm right here okay. And you're safe now. We both are. It's just stuff." He said softly as he pulled back to look at her again. @evie

evie07/21/2019 was it crazy that a small part of her had hoped for Hollis to react this way? It was a crazy thought, considering Hollis had actually gone to jail and taken a beating for her. And sure, she knew and had been through a lot more with Calum, all of the episodes she had held him through. "i'm so fuckin' scared, dude." she hated to still be crying, "you don't gotta be dragged in-" she forced herself to exhale as he kissed her forehead, a sign that he held no grudges or ill vibes towards her. she tried to match her breathing to his, feeling her hair being tamed with one of his large hands. "Ok. Just stuff." she repeated to help make it truer, she opened her eyes to look at him, giving him a sad smile that felt foreign on her own face, "what are we going to do? I think he took the toaster oven and the good towels." she laughed sadly, now trying to fix the smeared make-up she knew was probably all over her face. "and i'm sorry... for, you know, everything i said." she began to move towards the one cherished thing he didn't take, her coke box, trying to keep the mood light, "i'm beat. literally and physically. fuck, dude." @Calcium 🗑

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum shook his head as his lips moved to her cheeks. "I'm already in it. I've been in it since the first time someone laid hands on one of my favorite people in the world even if I didn't know it." He assured her. He shook his head as he saw her going for the coke box and carefully took her wrist in his hand, instead leading her to the couch so that he could sit down and pull her into his lap. While Calum didn't have a problem with drugs or any of their use, after the manic state he'd just saw her in coke really seemed to be the last thing she needed. "Don't apologize to me." He said as he moved her legs over his lap and held her tightly against his body, her face close to his as he brought her into the crook of his neck. "I'll see what I can borrow from my works break room. I feel like they have a lot of extra electronic shit and we always have the option of stealing from the laundry room. I'm sure people will wash towels eventually." He teased quietly as he used his free hand that wasn't holding her to gently tilt her chin so she'd look at him. "I bet but I'm just glad you're alive." @evie

evie07/21/2019 She grunted as she was led away from her box. But knew it was impossible to put up a fight at the moment. She let him take her into his lap, sighing loudly in protest and in finally having the comfort of knowing they were locked inside their place. And if Ritchie did come back, there was no getting in it worrying he would be running into Calum on the way up. And she was sure Jane wouldn’t let him touch Monica. “We’re going to have to use the whack off towel, aren’t we?” She closed her eyes and let her body relax, her breathing slowing and mind calming now when she wasn’t looking around at the mess. God, she hadn’t even seen her own room yet. She was led to look at him, smirking at him with thankfulness all over her face, “really? I was hoping this would be the one to take me out.” She teased again, “I’m glad you weren’t here. The dude is nuts, like, more then me. Times ten... Hundred.” @Calcium 🗑(edited)

Calcium 🗑07/21/2019 Calum chuckled at the mention of the whack off towel. Which there was no way in hell he was using. He'd dry off the old fashioned way, by throwing his clothes on over his soaking wet body or roll around on their carpet until he was dry. "We might, but only until I can get us some new ones okay?" He mused, pursing his lips as he felt her start to relax in his hold. Could feel her chest rising and falling against his as his eyes explored the bruises forming on her face. "Don't even joke like that. I literally can't afford to live here without you." He said straight faced before cracking a smile. He was glad she'd gotten back to a place where she felt comfortable enough with him to joke. "I can imagine. The dude got knocked out by Hollis and still had the balls to show up here. He's clearly got some sort of death wish." He mused as his fingers moved from her chin, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I appreciate that you're trusting me enough with this. I know I didn't really give you a choice but you know. Thought that counts." @evie

evie07/21/2019 "yeah, we are poor. so fuckin' poor." she whined, closing her eyes to rest her head on his shoulder after he tucked away some of her curls. "if you tell anyone i let you take care of me, i'm suing." she moved her arms to wrap around his furtherest arm from her, she could never sleep on coke but for once, her body slowed down and her stomach stopped twisting. she let out a yawn, wiggling to get comfortable. "thought that counts. maybe if we think about a nice rug, it'll appear. or-" she yawned again, eyes watering although they were closed, "like.. a new playstation. and towels.. and a new blender, we've never had a blender.." she exhaled slowly from her nose, allowing herself to fall asleep in his lap.

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Location: Evie & Calum’s apartment, Room 312 Date: Tuesday, June 16th Time: Late night, early morning

Calum: Calum was exhausted as he momentarily tried to pull his key out of his back pocket. He was struggling with it for a moment before realizing where the fuck he was trying to go and instead tried to push the door open, fully expecting it to be unlocked. It was always unlocked. But this time it wasn't. A confused look crossing his face as he once again began to struggle with the key. When he finally got it free he stuck it in the door, letting himself in. The room around him, somehow changed in a way that his brain could barely wrap around it. Their table lamp, trashed in the corner. Shit thrown about everywhere, chairs knocked over. It looked like a fuckin storm had rushed through their home. "Ev's you home?" He called out as he took a step forward and moved to put his shit down in his room. 

Evie: "yeah." she said in a faint voice. sitting cross legged in the hallway, a picture frame shattered on the floor, which it was clear to see the evidence of lines being taken off of it. she was hugging her sore legs, blood on her legs that had dripped from her mouth and nose. 

Calum: Calum paused in the doorway of his room when he heard Evie's voice. Pausing as he noted that his own room had been ransacked as he turned towards Evie's who was sat on the floor. "Jesus Christ Eve's!" He said as he dropped his shit and immediately ran to his roommates side. His was as careful as could be when he took her face in his hands, examining the damage. Dried blood flaking off onto his hand as he looked over the rest of her. "I'm calling the police." He said as he reached in his pocket once again fumbling for his phone. He really needed to stop wearing pants with such large pockets. 

Evie: she sat with her eyes glued to the mess on the floor in front of her feet, when the word police broke her trance. "No! No! You're not!" Her hands grabbing at his wrist, forcing his hand out of his pocket, "No police, Calum! Look at me! Promise me, no police! Or i'm out of here!" her voice breaking, now sitting up on her knees, her drained eyes begging him, filled with nothing but fear, "Fucking promise me!" she screamed before a whimper left her dried, bloody lips. 

Calum: Calum froze when she yelled at him about the police, his hand freezing in his pocket as he looked at her. He could see the bruising starting to swell despite the dried blood on her lips. Recent but enough time that whoever had done it was clearly gone now. "I wont if you tell me what the fuck happened?" He said as he let himself fall on his ass and look her over. "Evie you know normally I don't try to pry on your shit, but if that has anything to do with all the shit that's been going on lately I'm gonna need you to tell me now, because whomstv ever came in here fucked up the only lamp we had in the living room. Now it's gonna be dark as shit in there.”

Evie: "Give me your phone." she stood up now, stomach aching from both the stress and the hits she had taken. her eyes nearly full circles, pupils dilated so large that barely any brown was detectable. "Give me your fucking phone. Give me it! and lock the door. Now. Now!" a hand resting on her back, another shaky hand reaching out, anxiously wailing for him to hand it over before she talked. "The fucking light is the least of our fucking problems, buddy-bear! Check for your PS4! Baby, it's gone! Long gone!" She laughed so hard, spit flew. Her laughter cutting off, "Move! Phone! Doo!”

Calum: Calum was used to freak outs. That went without saying, but freak outs like this from Evie were new to him. He pushed himself up and didn't bother pulling his phone out as he moved to their front door, opening it to take the spare key inside, before shutting it again and locking it tight. "I'm not giving you my phone but you're just going to need to trust that I'm not calling the cops already." He said still trying to wrap his brain around everything she was saying. He gave her the 'wait just a minute finger' as he disappeared into his room, let himself have a moment of silent for his lost games, that he was sure he'd cry about later and re-emerged from the room. "Evie I'm gonna need you to chill the fuck out! Your freaking out isn't going to bring our shit back." He said as he b-lined for his roommate, keeping his hands visible so she could see what we was doing. 

Evie: evie began pacing, her thumb nail pulling the loose skin on her lip, blood adding to the dried spots on her fingers from earlier. she turned to him, eyes growing wide again, "No! I need your phone! Give me your fucking phone!" she stepped to make sure she could at least see his back at all times, watching his hands. her eyes flickering to his face and then back to his limbs. watching his body language and movements. "I'm going to need you to give me your fuckin' phone if you want me to stay inside of this fuckin' apartment, Goodrich!" she stepping to him as he appeared again, her hands going to shove his shoulders, "Give me your fucking phone! Give-" she gasped and stepped back, shaky hands going to her mouth, it hit her like a fucking truck. How else would Ritchie know where she lived? When she was alone? "oh my fuck, you're recording this, aren't you? You're tapped! Bugged!" a manic laugh bursting through yet again before she slipped back into paranoia, "You! You fucking helped set this whole thing up, didn't you? Didn't you! You fuckin' sly hound dog! Piece of shit, fucking two-timing, rat! A fucking rat!" 

Calum: Calum kept his hands up, steady, again not the first crazy daisy he'd dealt with, just the first time seeing a monster inside the skin of his best friend. He tried, so fucking hard to keep his cool until she started shoving him. "Evie will you fucking stop! I don't even know who the fuck Ritchie is! You haven't told me shit all about this situation. You've told fucking Monica, and Hollis but not a fucking word to the guy who lives 2 feet down the hall! And I wasn't gonna say shit because it's not my shit but now it's my shit so now it's time to start talking!" He demanded, stepping back in her face. "You're not getting my fucking phone until you calm the fuck back down Evie!" He shouted, grabbing a hold of her wrist and pushing her back against the wall of their apartment. "Calm the fuck down!" He said again as he held her forcefully against the drywall. "Come back to earth." 

Evi: "Oh, so now they are fucking talking about me, huh?! They are fucking running their fucking big mouths to everyone, aren't they! It's my fucking business, Calum! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!" she was pounding her chest so hard she nearly knocked the wind out of herself, she was glaring up at him, eyes scanning his in a crazed manner, huffing and puffing so that she didn't cry. Her back being pushed into the wall, causing her to laugh up to the ceiling, her wrists being held down so that she was unable to do anything but grind her teeth at him through an aggressive smirk. she arched her back against the wall bringing herself closer to him, "Hey, does this bring back any fucking memories?! but last time you had me against a wall, you had a stiffy. You hard, baby?" she cocked her head, testing him. 

Calum: "Talking about you? Evie you were at the fucking 'family meeting' just like I was! Everyone fucking knows about what happened at the party! It's not some big fucking secret! Will you fucking cut it out?!" He shouted again, keeping his grip tight even as she leaned into him. Fuck her for bringing up that night. His anger starting to bubble underneath the surface. Not even at her but at whoever the fuck the prick was that had triggered this entire thing in the first place. "Fuck you." He hissed as he took a step forward to push her back further against the wall. His body holding her there to keep her from arching her back further. "You know that wasn't just me and that has nothing to do with this!" He added, hating that he let her put the thought in his head. "I need you to calm the fuck down and talk to me like a normal fucking person! I know you're upset but we're not moving from this spot until you fucking breathe." 

Evie: She could tell he was getting angry, it was in his eyes. she couldn't stop laughing now, feeling herself being clung more tightly to the wall. "Ow, Jesus, Cal!" She spoke in pain but through chuckles. "I need more coke. What the fuck do you think happened, Cal! Take a look around! We thought we didn't have shit before, well! Ta-da! Out-did myself! At least we still have a vacuum- wait. Do we own a vacuum? Fuck dude, let me fucking go! I've been roughed up enough, god, i'm so small! Be nice!"

Calum: "The last thing you need right now is fucking cocaine. Jesus christ, man fucking look at yourself!" Cal breathed out, a mix of hurt, fear, anger, disgust, and something else absolutely eating away at him. He loosened his grip when she made it clear that he was hurting her. He didn't want to do that. "This isn't your fucking fault Evie!" He shouted, as his eyes searched hers. He didn't trust this. This innocent I'm small shit. Not with the manic look and the laugh and the threats to go get fucked up as soon as he let go. "Yeah I can fucking see that. I want to know what the fuck it is we have to do to make that shit never happen again. So you ready to tell me what the fucks been going on?" 

Evie: She was glaring back at him through her lashes, nose faintly crinkled as her switch flipped again, "no? not my fucking fault huh?" she giggled again, leaning her head back against the wall, "wanna know what else i like to blow, Calum? and no, this wont be a sex joke. Don't let your dick twitch. Money. i fucking loooove to blow money. Or i guess the right way to say it is to lose track of money." her eyes rolling up to the ceiling in thought of how to word it, "yeah. lose track." she pushed off the wall, trying to slip her wrists from his grip as she pushed off the wall, "i owe a guy money, Cal.  A lot of money. Half a millie." she laughed, saying it, tears forming in her eyes just hearing the words. "Half a fuckin' millie. You got any more PS4's?" She now was nearly on her toes to speak to him, "and let's just say that Dick-Bitch-Ritch isn't a big fan of me for prancing around town and never paying him jack back. So you know why i'm always looking a lil rough, Calum? Huh? Why i'm picking fights all the time or sometimes i don't come home? hm? ever wonder that?" with how she was speaking to him, it was like it was his fault, "because ritchie and i have this little dance we do. he comes to collect, i run my mouth, he can't use his words so he pops me like a zit. pop!" she giggled again, "so- after Hollis' beautiful god-like ass stepped in, bless his fucking soul, Ritchie decided to come and personally collect. But, you see, how my funds are set up, i have no money. So-" she glanced around the room dramatically, "ta-da! we have. fucking. nothing!" her last word a scream, looking at Calum now out of breath, her eyes no longer enraged and wild. her chest heaving, her mind and body starting to panic, "I fucked up, Calum. I really fucked up." 

Calum: Calum's face journey throughout her rant was a wild one. Quickly changing one from disapproval at the sex joke, to confusion, to rage, and then immediately back to empathy. So many thoughts racing through his head as she spoke. Surely he'd noticed shit like this. He'd noticed the bruising in the past, but chalked it up to the fights she seemed to have a habit of getting into with people at the parties they went to. He remembered a similar bruising of the night when they'd.... He had to close his eyes to shake the memory from his head. A memory that needed to stay locked away in the depths of his mind where it belonged. But they hadn't ever talked about it. They'd avoided it all together which in retrospect was not a good way for him to deal with anything. It didn't erase what happened. It just swept it under the a very metaphorical rug, since now like everything else, their apartment didn't have. His body felt frozen in place as she screamed at him and only came back to life when her chest started heaving. When instead of grabbing her wrists again, his arms flew around her body pulling her into her chest and holding her as tightly as he possibly could. His fingers finding the back of her head to pull her into his neck. Words felt lost to him. Telling her she didn't wouldn't help. Really telling her anything wouldn't immediately fix anything. 

Evie: He was going to yell, and for a moment she closed her eyes, still in Ritchie mode, waiting for him to strike her. But instead, she smelt his body wash and the smell of his bed when hers was too dirty to nap in, and her hands went to dig into his shirt. and she sobbed. an ugly sob. a really fucking ugly sob. she nearly fell to the floor, screaming into his chest and neck. "Why did I fucking get myself into this! There is no way fuckin' out! What if you were here!? God, he fucking put his hands on Hollis! Monica!" she only pulled back to look at him, make-up smeared all over her face, eyes puffy from crying and the cocaine and Ritchie's hands, "You can't tell anyone! Calum, swear you wont tell anyone about this! I'm already a fuckin' mess to them!" God, she could just hear Monica and Jane right now. Eric would probably stop wanting to get stoned with someone crazy like her. and Hollis? He'd never have that questionable spark in his eye again. She didn't care about the money or if Ritchie never stopped, she just wanted to go back to a time that nobody knew. Nobody but Ritchie and Evie and the higher-ups that Ritchie owed money to. 

Calum: Calum shook his head, pulling her back into his arms. He wasn't ready to let her go and at least there he knew she was safe. Because lord knows he wouldn't let a fucking soul  touch her especially after what he'd just told her. "It stays between us." He said quietly, holding her for another moment longer before pulling back and taking her face in his hands. His thumb brushing against her bruised cheek eyes searching hers for answers he was certain he'd never find. Obviously if she had them she wouldn't be in this mess. He wasn't about to tell her that this only solidified his plan to find other methods of bringing in money. As well as apparently find a way to get a better security system for their apartment. "No one finds out anymore okay." He assured her, biting down slightly on his lip, heartbroken at the pain he was finding behind her gaze. "We're gonna find a way out of this okay. We're not gonna bring the others into it. As far as they're concerned its over you hear me?" 

Evie: she nodded, eyes closed to hopefully stop the tears. a whimper leaving her quivering lips as her hands went to rest on his wrists, his hands holding her wet face. she couldn't say anything else, and she wasn't sure how'd she would come back from this. she wanted to scream again but part of her knew she was on the thin line between manic and sobbing mess. so she stood there, eyes closed, in their torn up apartment. she didn't know how they would get out of this mess, but she knew that he was the only person ensuring that she wasn't alone in this. "you gotta promise you don't get involved though. i don't want anyone else hurt." she could only get out a whisper, "i don't want him touching anymore of you. i'll take a bat to him if he does. i already want to kill him for monica and hollis-" she shook her head, wanting the imagine of holls' battered face, hands, and body. monica's black eye. and now calum's home. "I'm sorry." 

Calum: Calum shook his head as his fingers wiped away at her tears. Finding each one like a slowed down game of fruit ninja. While he knew that none of what he was about to say was true, he'd say it if it's what she needed to hear to get back to a place of calm. "I promise Eve's." He said softly as he leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. "He's not gonna lay a hand on any of us ever again alright. You included. You and I are gonna figure this out like we figure everything out okay?" He assured her as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead, longer fingers moving to smooth down her wild hair. "I'm right here okay. And you're safe now. We both are. It's just stuff." He said softly as he pulled back to look at her again.

Evie: was it crazy that a small part of her had hoped for Hollis to react this way? It was a crazy thought, considering Hollis had actually gone to jail and taken a beating for her. And sure, she knew and had been through a lot more with Calum, all of the episodes she had held him through. "i'm so fuckin' scared, dude." she hated to still be crying, "you don't gotta be dragged in-" she forced herself to exhale as he kissed her forehead, a sign that he held no grudges or ill vibes towards her. she tried to match her breathing to his, feeling her hair being tamed with one of his large hands. "Ok. Just stuff." she repeated to help make it truer, she opened her eyes to look at him, giving him a sad smile that felt foreign on her own face, "what are we going to do? I think he took the toaster oven and the good towels." she laughed sadly, now trying to fix the smeared make-up she knew was probably all over her face. "and i'm sorry... for, you know, everything i said." she began to move towards the one cherished thing he didn't take, her coke box, trying to keep the mood light, "i'm beat. literally and physically. fuck, dude." 

Calum: Calum shook his head as his lips moved to her cheeks. "I'm already in it. I've been in it since the first time someone laid hands on one of my favorite people in the world even if I didn't know it." He assured her. He shook his head as he saw her going for the coke box and carefully took her wrist in his hand, instead leading her to the couch so that he could sit down and pull her into his lap. While Calum didn't have a problem with drugs or any of their use, after the manic state he'd just saw her in coke really seemed to be the last thing she needed. "Don't apologize to me." He said as he moved her legs over his lap and held her tightly against his body, her face close to his as he brought her into the crook of his neck. "I'll see what I can borrow from my works break room. I feel like they have a lot of extra electronic shit and we always have the option of stealing from the laundry room. I'm sure people will wash towels eventually." He teased quietly as he used his free hand that wasn't holding her to gently tilt her chin so she'd look at him. "I bet but I'm just glad you're alive." 

Evie: She grunted as she was led away from her box. But knew it was impossible to put up a fight at the moment. She let him take her into his lap, sighing loudly in protest and in finally having the comfort of knowing they were locked inside their place. And if Ritchie did come back, there was no getting in it worrying he would be running into Calum on the way up. And she was sure Jane wouldn’t let him touch Monica. “We’re going to have to use the whack off towel, aren’t we?” She closed her eyes and let her body relax, her breathing slowing and mind calming now when she wasn’t looking around at the mess. God, she hadn’t even seen her own room yet. She was led to look at him, smirking at him with thankfulness all over her face, “really? I was hoping this would be the one to take me out.” She teased again, “I’m glad you weren’t here. The dude is nuts, like, more than me. Times ten... Hundred.” 

Calum: Calum chuckled at the mention of the whack off towel. Which there was no way in hell he was using. He'd dry off the old fashioned way, by throwing his clothes on over his soaking wet body or roll around on their carpet until he was dry. "We might, but only until I can get us some new ones okay?" He mused, pursing his lips as he felt her start to relax in his hold. Could feel her chest rising and falling against his as his eyes explored the bruises forming on her face. "Don't even joke like that. I literally can't afford to live here without you." He said straight faced before cracking a smile. He was glad she'd gotten back to a place where she felt comfortable enough with him to joke. "I can imagine. The dude got knocked out by Hollis and still had the balls to show up here. He's clearly got some sort of death wish." He mused as his fingers moved from her chin, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I appreciate that you're trusting me enough with this. I know I didn't really give you a choice but you know. Thought that counts."

Evie: "yeah, we are poor. so fuckin' poor." she whined, closing her eyes to rest her head on his shoulder after he tucked away some of her curls. "if you tell anyone i let you take care of me, i'm suing." she moved her arms to wrap around his furtherest arm from her, she could never sleep on coke but for once, her body slowed down and her stomach stopped twisting. she let out a yawn, wiggling to get comfortable. "thought that counts. maybe if we think about a nice rug, it'll appear. or-" she yawned again, eyes watering although they were closed, "like.. a new playstation. and towels.. and a new blender, we've never had a blender.." she exhaled slowly from her nose, allowing herself to fall asleep in his lap.