#always fun havin you play at my table :p

[sommerregenjuniluft]

Oh I'll play! What is the most underrated ship, in your opinion?

ok this will make no sense for anyone but cass but TENSEMI!!!!!‘ tendou and fucking semi from haikyuu my precious sons the most little shits the lights of my life and also kyouhaba while we’re at it!!

so,, sorry for my lil outburst here. *clears throat* as for marauders ships i’ll probably have to go with anything Peter x […] esp in like AUs, just pls give my boy someone to slut out im not fucking kidding. i also have a whole canon diverged AU fic planned around that! where peter is a little slag and finds the love of his life in the process of having marvelous sex with various minor Hp characters tehe. OH also maybe wolfstarbucks? dunno if theyre super underrated though<3

[madelynraemunson]

— along for the ride ☆

🐃 the tag team (co-writers): @joshlmbrt @swiss-mrs @mediocredreams 🩶

eddie x fem!reader

a/n: reading flight of icarus and finding out eddie is from tennessee REALLY husked my corn 🤠 also, this may or may not have been inspired by the bull fight scene in hoard

cw: daydream p in v sex, riding, eddie gets a hard on watching reader ride, innuendos, play on words

Stamina. Strength. Strategy. Safety. The Four Important S’s when it comes to bull-riding. 

‘Support’ is your unofficial fifth. You’ve generated quite the following after showcasing your riding skills at Whisky Jim’s every Saturday night, the ooohs and aaahs of your spectators filling the air as the spotlight drenches your cute… calculated… perspiring body. 

Bull-riding at the dive bar every weekend has become a favorite hobby of yours. It’s a perfect outlet for all the stress, the rough-and-tough of it all perfectly counterbalancing your slow-as-snails, but somehow busy and draining 9 to 5. Riding gave you something to look forward to.

“Look at her go,” an onlooker coos in admiration. “She’s got life by the goddamn horns.”

You toss your head back, glossy lips parted in excitement as the crowd’s appreciative hoots and whistles filled the air.  You could get used to this. You have gotten used to this.

Even with the world at your feet, things were starting to get boring again. And you are constantly craving something wild, something new. Something or someone that will make like the bull by sweeping you off your feet and taking you out for a spin.

Someone like Eddie Munson, perhaps.

Eddie isn’t sure what drew him… here out of all places. But something about the rowdiness compels him as he climbs out of his van, Halen and into the bar, boots scuffing the hard wooden floor. But the flight-risk metalhead is determined to find out, itching for adventure as he saunters with feigned confidence into the southern saloon. 

He flags down the closest bartender, a country heartthrob of a man with black hair and blue eyes. The Casanaova places a coaster down in front of him as Eddie steps up to the plate. “What’ll ya be havin’?”

“Anything local,” Eddie replies, more of a question, unsure of what exactly is available. “Anything hoppy.”

“Bottle or Tap?” the man follows up after a curt nod, mindlessly running a hand over his thick mustache.

“Tap. Pint, please.”  

The bartender gives another nod before disappearing to fulfill Eddie’s request. Meanwhile, the outcast takes this short window of time to look up and down the bar at the different patrons. 

All from different walks of life. But all here for presumably the same reason.Whisky Jim’s is decently packed, but for the most part, the crowd is congregated either in booths, at tables, or in the middle of the floor.

A glass is placed onto the coaster. The same deep country twang effectively regains Eddie’s attention.

“Wanna start a tab, brother?” The older man asks with a polite grin, eyes crinkling up at the sides as he does. 

Eddie offers a polite smile in return.

“Uh, sure. Thanks.” 

The bartender studies him intently this time, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“First timer?”

 Eddie clears his throat uneasily, kicking at the peanut casings at his feet to avoid contact with the John Wayne of a man that was in front of him.

“Obvious?” 

The man cackles at Eddie, the slight patronization of the old-timer’s demeanor making him want to evaporate. But the amused blue eyes and downturned smile indicates it’s all in good fun, much like his uncle Wayne who always liked giving him a hard time whenever he made himself too small. 

“Son, you couldn’t stick out further if you were a dog’s balls.” 

A fellow bartender laughs at the man’s remark. Then Eddie joins in. It was pretty funny. 

“You just don’t really look like the kind to be into square dancin’, is all,” the bartender remarks as he narrows his eyes at Eddie. Eddie shrugs and takes a sip of his beer, slightly wincing as the first sip hits him.

“Well, you’re not wrong. Just thought I’d explore a bit outside of my usual.” 

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Eddie.”

“Greg.” The bartender gives him his hand to shake. “You from around here or you comin’ from outta town?” 

“Hawkins.” 

“Not too far from home then. And it seems you came on a good night.” 

And as if on cue, the crowd towards the middle of the building erupts in cheers. Eddie briefly glances over his shoulder in the general direction before turning back to Greg with a curious head tilt.

“What’s happening?” 

Greg nods his head over in the direction of the crowd.

“Bull Ridin’ Night.”

Your thighs are wrapped around the firm leather seat as you’re whisked around in one fluid motion. You turn to give your rapt audience a wink. The crowd eats up your presence, evident by the adorn kisses they blow your way. You buy into the theatrics, pretending to catch them before putting them in your back pocket for later. It only riles the audience up more.

“They bring that thing out on Saturdays,” Greg explains. “Between the Karaoke Nights and the Hoedowns, Bull Ridin’ is one of the most popular.”

 Eddie tries another glance in that direction, but due to the crowd, he doesn’t have the best view of who is actually riding.

 “You gon’ give it a try?”

 Eddie’s head whips back around to the older man to find a teasing smirk on his face. Eddie shakes his head.

“I… don’t think so.” He chuckles. “I’m not the most balanced or coordinated person.” He admits that with a grimace and another sip of his Hawkins Pale Ale. 

“I’m just teasin’ ya, boy. HEY!” Greg whistles at the bartender next to him. “Who’s up there now?” 

 The coworker throws a quick glance over their shoulder before replying. There’s a bashful smirk when they reply, 

“Who do you think?” 

The crowd erupts again, cheers and whistles alike. Who else gets this kind of crowd engagement? No one else other than you, of course. 

“Looks like my girl is up there breakin’ hearts again.” Greg lets out a soft laugh. 

Eddie gulps as his breathing shallows. A girl? Up there? On that thing?

Eddie, once again, nearly strains his neck trying to get a glimpse of the rider. When he fails, Eddie turns back to the bar, downing the final quarter of his pint, before looking back at Greg.

“Fetch me a bottle for the road, yeah?”

 Greg issues him a chuckle, grabbing the empty glass and handing him a bottle version of that very ale, while Eddie sets off on his curiosity journey to the middle of the floor.

“Boys will be boys.” Greg’s female coworker remarks with sassy pursed lips.

Eddie closes in on the crowd,  slipping through the few empty spaces between the onlookers with half-assed ‘Excuse me’s. Though no one was paying him any mind. And when he settles by the barrier, just a mere two rows behind, he finally gets the perfect view of you.

Eddie couldn’t fight the grin that spread across his face at the sight of you working the crowd. He watches as you give a practiced flick of your hips to get the crowd going and the enticing jiggle of your breasts under your tight shirt. Drew in Eddie’s eyes like a laser beam. The thin material was stretched taut, giving a hint of the perfect tits underneath as you arched your lower back and thrust your chest forward to keep your balance. 

“Christ,” he exhales sharply, in awe of your natural performance, the boisterous, unpredictable gravity of the machine whirling you around as you wrestle to hold on. 

His eyes drink in the sight of the soft, rounded curve of your ass that peeked out of the bottom of your faded Daisy Duke’s as you lean forward to steady yourself in the saddle.

WHOOSH!

The bull jerks sideways and you flex your thighs and circle your hips in the saddle to keep yourself astride. The plush skin of your upper thighs press tightly against the seat and your upper body sways in rhythm with the bull’s movement. 

You were born to ride.

“That’s how you do it, Indiana!” a spectator hoots in adoration as you cling on for dear life. “That’s how you do it!”

You give a deep roll of your hips to meet the thrust of the machine, causing Eddie to run the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip before sucking in a shaky breath. Your hips… the way they roll… is almost hypnotic, and Eddie’s brown doe eyes can’t help but linger on the sliver of skin that peeks out, black, intricate swirls of cyber-sigilism that tease him slightly. 

Fuck.

“God, she’s so pretty…” he thinks to himself. “And she knows how to ride.”

Eddie’s eyes trail to the white of your knuckles, his own fingers gripping the bottle of his beer when his eyes slide up your arm and land on your face.

The front of his pants start to feel uncomfortably tight. Eddie adjusts himself as discreetly as he could, but even the soft brush of his fingers against the strained denim causes  him to hiss under his breath.

“Ride it, cowgirl!” an audience’s comment centers Eddie once again. “LET ‘EM KNOW!”

The way you matched the bull’s gyrations and anticipated its every move made him weak in the knees, and as he watched you swirl your hips in the saddle like a modern day Annie Oakley he couldn’t help but wish it was him straddled between your shapely thighs instead. 

As Eddie stood there watching, the dull roar of the crowd faded into the background. At that moment it was just you and him. 

In his mind he’s already lassoed you to his bed; and you’re sat astride him like a cowgirl in your saddle, hands splayed on his chest for balance as you lowered yourself onto his throbbing cock. And you’d bite down on your plush lower lip and let out a soft moan as you sank down onto him slowly, taking your time and adjusting to his size. 

“Oh, Eddie,” he could almost hear you purring. “It’s so big.”

And he’d chuckle with false modesty and rub a hand tenderly along your thigh as if to soothe the delicious stretch of his thick girth.Then once you adjusted, you’d move, meeting each unpredictable roll of his hips with your own as you mastered the rhythm of your very own long-haired bucking bronco.

And he’d be gripping you tight with each deep thrust, pistoning, plowing himself into you while watching his cock disappear into your slick pussy over and over with each forceful snap of his hips. And with every strained mewl he milks out of you he’d press you down by the hips and drill into you further, your weak cunt just about ready to tap out on top of him. This handsome bull’s sure a challenge, you’d be thinking to yourself. Eddie is a ride you wouldn’t be able to survive.

———

The crowd disperses when the show is over. Eddie stands a bit straighter when you finally leave the middle of the floor, eyes darting towards the plush smirk that your soft lips create. If it’s even possible, he thinks you look even more heavenly. He’s sure you don’t even realize what you’re doing to him. 

Little does he know that for you, he’s taken that same effect. You’ve grown so accustomed to everyone here that a new face has captured your attention. And you felt him staring at you, with a gaze so impassioned that you just about almost lost your footing up there. But you pulled it off real well, attempting to shake off the redirection in the form of a dramatic bounce of your tits.

It perplexes you. A man making you that nervous? Up until late, it’s become rather unheard of. You want to know this man and see for yourself what his energy is all about.

Eddie finds himself fixing his appearance when he notices your legs striding over, clearing his throat as his palm slides over the stubble that he had been trying to grow. 

“You know it’s kinda rude to stare the way that you do,” you remark.

“How so?” Eddie challenges. “Everyone else is doing it. What makes me different from everybody?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” you smile at him.

Eddie shifts his weight onto the counter, bringing the bottle up to his lips, taking another gulp. His eyes dart everywhere -- the metal buckle of your belt, the skin that was shiny with dried sweat, your hands that tap at the sticky countertop of the bar, the way your lips wrap around the tip of your bottle and the liquid that slips out and down your chin that he greedily wanted to tongue away. 

“Funny,” you observe. “I’m here every Saturday and I’ve never once seen your face.”

He thinks he’s looking over at an angel, really, heart beating faster when he realizes it’s him that you’d made an effort to come up to. Made an effort to get to know.

“Interesting that you saw me.”

“I see everything from up there. And you’re a newcomer, I can tell. Sticking out like a sore thumb in the best way.”

You invite him into your energy, closing up the distance between the two of you with a graceful stride in his direction.

“You were amazing,” Eddie says to you. “Really know how to put on a show, cowgirl.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie insists. “Spotlight loves you. Killer crowd engagement as well.”

“You a performer too?”

“Depends who’s asking.”

“Mmm, I don’t know…” you sigh dreamily. “Just a fellow performer lookin’ for some tips and pointers.”

Not much needs to be said to know that you two ache for each other, judging by how the intimate dive bar grows non-existent for as long as you two are captured in the forcefield of each other. Eddie thinks that there would be absolutely nothing better than giving you some pointers, his hand leaving the bottle, some of the liquid sloshing around the precipitating glass, heart pounding in his ears as he nods quickly. One rowdy night wouldn’t hurt anybody, he thinks to himself. And it’s very apparent that, the stunner that is you, wants take him for a spin.

“So what do you say, cowboy?” you cock an eyebrow at him. “Why don’t we ride off into the sunset, just you and me?”

dividers by: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more @saradika @mikeykuns

[hunterdixcn]

☞ moodboard 2/∞

the swinging door | @tupeloextras

[ [ a e s t h e t i c s ] ]

the sound of boots slapping down on the hardwood dance floor, bartenders who almost always know your drink the moment you sit down, cold beer no matter the season, a break shot on the pool table, still havin’ a good time when the music ain’t live, a little bit of texas mixed with a little bit of mississippi, neon on every wall, too much fun to stay sad for long, a ‘hey y’all’ when you walk in, conversations stopping when ‘copperhead road’ starts to play, bustin’ balls and shootin’ the shit

[ [ p l a y l i s t ] ]

[✘] "Good Time” - Alan Jackson Heel, toe, doe si doe. Scootin’ our boots, swingin’ doors, b ‘n d, kix and dunn, honkey tonk heaven, double shotgun. Good time, lord, we’re havin’ a good time.

[✘] "Beer Never Broke My Heart” - Luke Combs It takes one hand to count the things I can count on. No, there ain’t much, man, that ain’t ever let me down. Longneck ice cold beer never broke my heart like diamond rings and football teams have torn this boy apart. Like a neon dream, it just dawned on me that bars and this guitar and longneck ice cold beer never broke my heart.

[✘] "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk” - Trace Adkins Now, honey, you can’t blame her for what her mama gave her. It ain’t right to hate her for working that moneymaker. Band shuts down at two but we’re hangin’ out ‘til three. We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave with that honky tonk badonkadonk. Keepin’ perfect rhythm make you wanna swing along.

[✘] "Boot Scootin’ Boogie” - Brooks & Dunn The joint starts jumpin’ every nightw hen the sun goes down. They got whiskey, women, music and smoke. It’s where all the cowboy folk go to boot scootin’ boogie.

[✘] "Drinkin’ Bone” - Tracy Byrd It’s basic honky tonk anatomy: the drinkin’ bone’s connected to the party bone, the party bone’s connected to the stayin’ out all night long. She won’t think it’s funny and I’ll wind up all alone, and the lonely bone’s connected to the drinkin’ bone.

[snarkwrites]

FFT: galentines; john shaw

Notes:

Okay, so... Did I mention I totally fell in love with Dean Ambrose’s character John in the movie Lockdown? Because yeah, yeet, oops. This is a result of that. And maybe at some point, I might revisit this whole.. Idea.. of mine. Idk. For now, this is part 1 in a two part thing.

Summary:

Valerie and John were a thing years ago. Now they work together. But there’s lack of closure and BOTH PARTIES are still in love. Maybe drinks are had and maybe John does the sober boss thing and takes Valerie home?

Pairing:

Detective John Shaw x OFC, Valerie.

Warnings:

alcohol tw, flirting and angst.

“It’s over-commercialized bullshit, that’s what it is. No one is ever going to tell me any different.” Valerie was turning the glass upside down as soon as she slammed back her shot of tequila and shaking her head at the bitterness.

“Aren’t you worried you’ll get called into the station. By our boss and your partner, the hardass?” Tess teased Valerie just in the hopes that it’d get Valerie ranting and raving about her crush on the man in question because she was almost certain that she’d seen Officer Shaw walk into the bar earlier, flashing his badge around, looking all official. And Tess really, really, really wanted to see Valerie stick her foot right in her mouth at last. The tension between the two when they were all on the clock was almost enough to make everyone around them squirm in anticipation. It was almost as if they knew each other before they started working together on the force. Several times Tess got the feeling there was something neither of them were telling her, but she let it alone. She let them keep insisting things were complicated because somehow, she got the feeling they were beyond that.

For about 3 seconds, the words of her best friend almost sobered Valerie up. But she started to laugh and she shrugged. “I told him I get tonight off. Because Valentines Day.” Valerie giggled and shook her head, glaring at the rest of her friends when they immediately chimed in “Crime doesn’t take a night off.” her three best friends all mimicked Officer Shaw.

Valerie bit her lip, grabbing for the bottle of tequila between the four of them and after taking a lime wedge and shaking some salt onto the back of her hand, she took another shot. “Do you guys k-know how f-fucking hard it is w-working with John Shaw?”

“Oh god, here we go.”

“Hey, somebody should record this.”

“D-don’t y-you dare. With those f-fucking arms and those e-eyes, holy shit. Man is a walking w-wet dream. I c-can’t fuckin f-focus when he walks into my o-office.” Valerie was off to the races, ranting on without a care in the world and her friends were all sitting back and quietly giggling. At one point during the most filthy part of Valerie’s rant on the things she wanted Officer Shaw to do to her and a few things she wouldn’t mind doing to him, Tess caught sight of Valerie’s partner -and their boss, nursing a bottle of water and sitting at the edge of the bar, staring right at Valerie intently.

He did it all the time.

The next thing Tess knew, she was getting a text from an unknown number. The mystery was solved as soon as she opened the text though and Tess smirked to herself as her eyes scanned the message Officer Shaw sent her.

← Thought Valerie had a hot date or somethin’ tonight…

Tess had plans already, she was meeting a guy she swiped right and matched on Tinder with -if he bothered showing up. Their other two friends Rita and Addie had taken an Uber over to the bar after their shift at the hospital and were leaving as soon as their husbands got off work from a local steel factory. Tess had a feeling she knew exactly what Officer Shaw was getting at though, and just the thought that she might be right and this might be a damn good chance to play matchmaker between Shaw and Valerie. And that’s exactly what she set about doing, with her answering texts.

→ No sir. Not us. Never. ;P

→ Valerie got dumped earlier, so she’s havin’ a rough night. I think she started drinking at 5-ish?

→ I gave her a lift here, but if my Tinder guy ever shows, I’m getting outta here because I plan on getting l a i d tonight, sir. So.. Val is deffo gonna need a ride.

→  But then again, she’s the only one you were really askin’ about, am I right? ;P

As soon as she’d responded, she put away her phone. She spotted the red and black plaid scarf that her Tinder date mentioned he’d be wearing and she took two more rapid-fire shots, standing as she wiped her hands down the front of her jeans. “Ladies, my ride awaits. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do tonight. If you do, name it after me.. Or don’t. I’m outta here.”

Valerie gave a laugh and called out in a cheeky tone to her best friend, “ Wrap it up! You don’t know where that dick’s been, sweetheart!” her level of drunkenness making her usual drawl even thicker and much more pronounced. She stood, sliding off the barstool and she started to make her way towards the back, with Rita and Addie in tow.

Walking isn’t really a word for what she was doing. Stumbling was more like it. Rita and Addie flanked her on either side, holding her steady until she came to a stop in front of the old jukebox sitting next to a pool stick holder mounted to the back wall of the bar. After digging around in her pockets, she finally found a ten dollar bill and she set to straightening it, pouting and swearing when that task proved to be just a bit more difficult than she anticipated.

“Girl.”

“Give me that, holy shit.” Addie reached out, taking the badly wrinkled bill, smoothing it over the edge of the machine before slipping it into the slot. “No stripper anthems tonight.”

“Aw, c’mon, whyyyy.” Valerie whined and pouted, but burst into laughter. “Fine. W-we’re listenin t-to metal.”

“Oh god.”

“She’s gonna be so hungover tomorrow. Christ, Rita, her hair is gonna hurt.” Addie grimaced as Rita glanced over towards the end of the bar. Spotting Valerie’s partner sitting there nursing a glass of water, she got Addie’s attention as Valerie wandered over to the rack of pool sticks and grabbed one, chalking the tip.

“Okay, so here’s my thought. Tess has already told the guy that Val is gonna need a lift. When Mike and Danny show, we’ll kinda herd her over there to him.”

“We can’t do that, Rita.”

“We can and we are. Because it’s about time they both acted on the way they feel. Guy’s always around, Addie. He wouldn’t show up here if it weren’t for our wildcat best friend. And you know what Tess keeps saying, they’re always fighting. Think, Addie.. How’d it start with you and Danny?”

“Ooh. Good point. Okay, fine. I’m in. But I don’t like it. And he better not be a dick about it.”

“Somehow I don’t think he will, Addie.” Rita mused as she nodded in the direction of Officer Shaw. Valerie’s laughter and Sad But True by Metallica shattered the otherwise quiet bar and Rita gave a wink to the officer sipping water as his gaze flickered from her to Valerie, settling on Valerie who was currently racking the table for a game while trying to sing along with the song and wiggling her hips to it.

“At least she’s not at home ugly sobbing into a pint of ice cream like with Ben.” Addie mused as Rita nodded in agreement and reached for a pool stick. “C’mon. I feel like tonight’s that night, Val. Tonight I’m gonna push you right off that champion throne.”

“R-rita, I l-love you but n-no. N-nope. You’re h-horrible at t-this.”

“No, you’re just a little hustler. That’s all.”

Valerie squealed, smiling at her in a goofy way. “Awww, bitch, y-you always say the sweetest shit.”

“Okay, sugar. Get the stick and get ready for your beating.”

They were about halfway into the game when Rita and Addie’s husbands showed up to collect them and Rita wandered past Officer Shaw, leaning in to whisper, “Okay, stud. She’s gonna need a lift. Don’t be an ass. It’s been a rough day for her. When you two got into it earlier? She’d just finished crying in the employee bathroom while textin’ me.”

John’s gaze left Rita and settled on Valerie, watching her like a hawk. Ozzy Osbourne was playing now and Valerie was taking a long sip from the forgotten bottle of tequila. He grimaced and nodded in her direction as he asked Rita, “Any reason why?”

“Yeah, her ass of an ex, Ben. He dumped her over text.”

John grimaced again, finishing off his bottled water as he glanced at the time on his phone screen and stood. “The four of ya be careful.” he told Rita as Rita nodded and then told him, “Have fun wrangling her, Officer. Use the cuffs if you have to.”

[artislifeevans]

ParaIIProbably Think This Song Is About you|| Samcedes

Tagging—> Sam Evans and Mercedes Jones

When: 11:30 pm August 6,2019

Where: New York

General notes: Sam goes out with a friend from work for a good time, only to bump into Mercedes. OOC: Enjoy Guys!

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Sam: didn’t know how he allowed his friends from work to talk him into staying him later then he wanted to be. But yet here he was being dragged into a lounge where every where can listen to music and just relax. Don’t get Sam wrong he loved music and he loved going out and having fun. But for the past few months all he has been doing is working his ass off and going home to bed, and he was starting to love his routine. Sure his routine was something an old man would do. But Sam didn’t care, all he wanted was his bed. Sam was brought out of his thoughts by a strong around wrapping around him. come on old man” said his very good friend Darren, leading Sam into the building “You’re gonna like it.” He chuckled at the pouting Sam was doing. “If I don’t you owe me” Sam Warned. Darren playfully rolled his eyes “Don’t be a little bitch Evans.. you’ll love it” he assured Sam, walking them to the table to sit down.

Mercedes: sat in the back of the bar, practicing her preshow routine. It was the same thing every night. She had a beer, laughed with her pianist Bree and practiced vocal stretches with her guitarist Garrett. When she first started doing this, she was beyond nervous. She’d never thought of actually singing for a living but here she was, doing it. Sure, the pay was awful but she had a bit of savings to live off of and she would do this every day even if she got paid pennies. One of the stage hands came back to let them know it was almost time to start and she put her beer on the table before fluffing her hair. “You look good Mama. No need to primp it up,” Garrett winked, his southern drawl coming out. She patted his shoulder and smiled. “Thank you…. oh and I was thinking, we should play the new song second…” He raised an eyebrow. “You ready for that for sure?” She nodded. “Yeah. I mean it’s raw and real and if we start with any of the crowd pleasers, I’ll lose my nerve and never share it with anyone besides you.” He smiled and bobbed his head before leading his way out to the stage. It was surreal, the same thing every night. She could hear the sounds of people as they announced that they were coming out to play. She inhaled deeply and came out on stage to loud cheers. “Now that’s what I wanna hear,” she spoke into the mic. Normally she’d build up the crowd but instead wanted to reel them in first. She nodded to the band and they started to play their first song. It was upbeat and happy. Something that Mercedes had played dozens of times in dozens of cities. It made the people stand up and dance and laugh. It got them invested before she hit them with her next song.

Sam: sighed as he sat down in the chair next to his friend. He looked around the room, seeing how crowded the place was. He was thinking maybe if he would just make up some excuse to leave he could make a run for afterwards. “Hey you know what? I-“ he tried to say but got interrupted by Darren “Uoire not getting out of this Evans” he said Darren, shaking his head “listen.. I get it.. you don’t like going out.. but man you haven’t been out like this in forever..You’re 29 Sam! Not 70.. I mean shit… my grandfather is 80 and still goes to strip clubs every Friday night” he said waving down a waiter. Sam whined dramatically, but quickly raised his head up “They let her out of the nursing him late at night.” He asked. Darren chuckled “nahhh he breaks out.. with my help of course..”he grinned, telling the waiter he wanted two cokes. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at his friend. Even though he was annoyed at Darren at this point he was truly grateful that he wanted out of his way to spend some time with him. It had been forever since he has spent time with anyone. That it felt good to be around humans that he didn’t see outside of work. He looked at the stage as the person walked to the mic to introduce the singer that was about to come out. Sam was praying to god that this person could sing, otherwise he was gonna run out of here and never look back. He grabbed his drink, rising the glass up to get a sip of it, but only ending up choking a bit as soon as he heard a familiar voice “it can’t be” he muttered, looking up to see Mercedes standing on the stage singing. He felt Darren patting him on the back “Evans?! You good?!” He asked in concerned. Sam didn’t say anything, all he could do was sit there and stare in shock.

Mercedes: wrapped up the last of the first song and reached behind her to take a sip of the water she had on stage. She cleared her throat and nodded to Garrett confidently. “For those of you that dont know me, these are my old stomping grounds,” she smiled. “I know, a singer that lived in New York, shocker but I chose to leave about a year and a half ago because I made some monumental mistakes. And yeah it was because of a man,” she laughed. “I wrote this in the midst of all of these crazy feelings of guilt and I hope you like it.” She took a step back as the piano started and pulled the mic towards her as she started to sing. "I’m lost, is it really even my fault? I don’t think that it’s supposed to be hard. If it’s really meant to be. So give me a sign….Is he always gonna be mine? Have I given it enough of my time? You cannot blame if it don’t mean nothing.” The tempo picked up and while she’d sung this song multiple times with the band and she thought she got all of her emotions out, it was still hard. It was raw and it reminded her that a year ago she was broken because she let a man change who she was because she loved him. “ Sweet, sweet fate. I had about all I can take. Am I living in the bed that I made. Is it yours? I wonder. Sweet, sweet fate. Oh if it’s really out of my hands. Can you forgive all of my sins? Have mercy on me.” She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, wondering if the bright lights were playing tricks on her. She wasnt sure if it was the beer or what but it almost seemed like Sam was sitting in the audience as she sang. She shook off the feeling and kept going.

Sam: quickly put his glass down, catching his breath “yeah I’m good.. just went down the wrong way” he assured his friend. He watched silently while Meecede sing without a care in the world. He couldn’t help but smile as he finally came down from the shock of seeing her. He knew just from the letter that she finally found some peace. But seeing her on stage singing with a smile on her face only clarified that she was in a good place. He looked around to see people dancing around and having a good time as they listen to her sing. Even Darren was trying two step to the beat. He took another sip of his drank, putting his attention back to Mercedes when she started to speak. Darren shifted in his seat “she is really good,” he said as he sat back in his seat. Sam smiled and nodded his head “Yeah.. she is.. in fa-“ he went to say but stopped mid sentence hearing Mercedes words. Even though Sam knew he was the reason she left New York, hearing it from her mouth made he wince a little. He never wanted to be a reason for her to leave and in some ways he kept telling himself that she left for other reasons as well. But he knew he was only lying to himself. He sat there quietly as she began to sing her next song, listening and I every single word that was coming out of her mouth. This wasn’t the first time that Sam has ever heard Mercedes sing. But for the first time in a long time it was as if her voice sounded different. You could hear the hurt and the pain just from the words alone. But it was also written all over her face. Sam knew that their actions wasn’t all on him. But he couldn’t help but think that if he was honest in the first place and not allow other people in his head. Neither one of them would have been through some much drama and pain, especially Mila. His eyes connected with hers and he thought for sure she saw him. But the way she shifted to the other side of the stage as she sings, she didn’t. He glanced at Darren who was rocking back and forth almost in tears. Sam played with his fingers, hanging on to every single word she was singing.

Mercedes: closed her eyes and hummed gently into the mic. “How come, when I’m lookin’ at everyone. They get away with havin’ little fun? I’m paying these dues when they don’t mean nothing,” she took a step back and sang along as Garrett came in with the background vocals. “Sweet, sweet fate I had about all I can take, am I living in the bed that I made. Is it yours I wonder?” The music got louder and louder and she got more and more lost in it. In the way she felt when she wrote this song. In the guilt that ate her up for so long after the wedding. It was like this was the only way she was able to let it go and learn from her mistakes. She hated what she did to Mila and how she hurt her but if it weren’t for the mistakes she made, she wouldn’t have this song and feel this moment. Not only was it her truth but it showed off her vocals, something she wasn’t able to do often. She finished the song with a high note and slowly let it leave her lips like a whisper in the dark. She felt chills down her spine, the same adrenaline rush she got every time she performed, and finally opened her eyes when the piano stopped playing. Her heart pounded despite how slow the song was but it was like she’d bared her soul to strangers. The applause that replaced the silence was deafening and she could do nothing but bow and smile with humility. “Thank you,” she said into the mic, realizing she needed a break. There was only so much revealing she could do on stage without a moment to collect her thoughts. She nodded to Garrett and he started to play something fast and distracting as she went off the stage and down the steps towards the bar for a drink. “Hey can I get a rum and coke,” she asked, sliding cash across the bar to the bartender and waiting for him to make her drink while she ran a hand through her thick curls.

Sam: continue to sit there in silence as he watched Mercedes give her all into her song. And honestly he was amazed at how raw and uncensored she was. But he knew that song was reminded of what had happened with them and Mila. He then understand how Mercedes was able to let go of everything that has happened. It was like she was singing the guilt was melting off of her and he even though everything was replaying in the back of his head. Which was marking him on edge of bit. He was happy that she was able to find peace of mind, especially in the one that he knew she loved so dearly and that was music. He sadly smiled as Mercedes hit the high note, hearing people clapping and praising loudly in his ear. “Damn” chuckled his friend Darren. They both stood up and clapped their hands, watching Mercedes quickly leave the stage. Sam sat back down, wanting to go at least say hi. But he wasn’t sure if now was the time. Darren finished his drink and laughed “Wow she was so good! I bet you’re glad that you came huh?!” He said playing poking Sam causing him to chuckle. “Alright! alright.. I’m glad I came.. especially now..” he said looking toward Mercedes way. Darren kept looking between Sam and Mercedes who was sitting at the bar “Evans.. listen.. there’s no way you can get a girl like that.. she’s too much for you..” he teased. Sam playfully rolled his eyes “For your information.. I know her.. “ he confessed “She’s the one I was telling you about..” he said softly. Darren eyes got big “Wait.. that’s her.. You let HER go?” He laughed shaking his head “You white boys are really stupid” he said earning a look from Sam.. “Sorry boss” he shrugged. Darren knew how guilty felt about everything that had happened between Sam and his exes. Every time Darren would ask about Sam’s friends every conversation has ended up with Sam talking about Mercedes. “Go talk to her” he said finally ending the long silences. Sam quickly shook his head “No.. I couldn’t.. she wouldn’t want to see me” he assured his friend. Darren rolled eyes ass and sighed “Sam.. you told me about the letter she wrote you. Obviously she is in a better place…go talk to her. What’s the worst that can happen” he said getting up to pull Sam out of his chair. Sam wine, getting out of his chair “Well she could throw her drink in my face.. or cut me” he rushed out, feeling Darren pushing him toward the bar. “Stop being a pussy Sam… being a coward is what got here in the first place,” he stated. Sam wanted to argue but he knew Darren was right. He walked slowly to the bar, praying that this would go well. The last thing he wants is for her to freak out and kick him. He fixed his jack, trying to wipe the sweat off his hands, clearing his throat once he got behind her “H-Hi” he greeted nervously.

Mercedes: finally got her drink and smiled at the bartender before taking a sip of the drink. She was barely able to swallow before she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned around and froze, her heart leaping into her throat and her stomach flipping. So she wasnt seeing things up on that stage. It was Sam she saw. But she wasnt sure how? She was playing at a dive bar in the Bronx. This wasnt his side of town exactly. Either way, she wasnt ready to see him, at least she thought so. She’d written the letter and thought she’d never see him again and yet here he was, standing in front of her. She wasnt sure what she should say or if she should say anything but all she could do was look at him. He looked tired, like he hadnt gotten a good night sleep in so long. She felt bad for him. She finally opened her mouth to speak but her words muffled away the minute Garrett bum rushed her with compliments. “Mama you were so good!” he applauded, kissing her cheek multiple times. “I mean when you showed me that song I thought it was good but that was something else!” Mercedes smiled and turned back to Sam. “Garrett, this is Sam,” she finally spoke, her voice sounding foreign. Garrett turned towards the other man and cleared his throat. “Sam? As in Sam Sam?” he asked. Mercedes nodded. “I only know one Sam.” Garrett extended his hand forward. “Nice to meet you Sam. One, you’re a royal jack ass, and two, thank you. If it werent for you, Mercedes here wouldnt be writing those damn good songs,” he said, his twang coming out even more now. “You wanna talk to him Mama or do you want me to make him leave?” She contemplated his words for a moment before shaking his head. “No… It’s okay Garrett um… can you give us a second?” Garrett nodded and walked away, his eyes never leaving Sam. Mercedes placed her drink down. “Sorry about Garrett he’s… protective.” She exhaled slowly and shook her head. “What are you doing here Sam?”

Sam: took a breath as Mercedes turned to face with shock written all over her face. If he was honest, he was scared out of his mine to even be in front of her. He knew that she had forgiven him, but that didn’t mean she was ready to face him. He walked a little closer toward her, but stopped when Garrett rushed in to praise her. He smiled nervously when Mercedes introduced him, Sam could tell just from their interaction that Garrett was protective of Mercedes, as he should be. He reached out to shake the man, trying not to react to his comments. Sam was about to speak but stopped when Garrett offered to kick him out. He looked between them, thinking maybe he should just leave. It was obvious this was awkward and she didn’t seem like she was ready to talk to him “I can-“ he tried to say,’only for Mercedes Chim in. Sam followed Garrett’s eyes until he finally turn to look straight. “wow and I thought Charice eyes were scary” he chuckled lightly, seeing that Mercedes wasn’t laughing “sorry..” he said clearing his throat “Listen.. I didn’t want to be here.. I sort of got kidnapped” he said glancing over at Darren who had a goofy look on his face. He shook his head turning back to Mercedes. He always thought about what he would say if he ever say her again. And a million and one things came to mind. But now that she is really in front of him. He had no idea what to say. “Wow.. I really don’t know what to say right now.. but just hi..” he scoffed at himself “I didn’t want to bother you-“ he trailed off nervously “I guess I just wanted to see you close up.. I was so surprised to you on stage and I just wanted to see if this was real.. “

Mercedes: tucked a stray curl behind her ear and looked down at her feet bashfully. “I’m real,” she whispered, looking back up to meet his eyes. She nearly got lost in them but made sure to break eye contact. “I um… I wrote you a letter.. did you get it?” she asked.

Sam: couldn’t help but smile softly when she looked down at the ground. Even though things between would never be like it used to be and he has learned to accept it. She still had her way to get him to smile at the littlest things. He nodded and chuckled, “You are.. beautiful smile and all” he said softly. He locked eyes with her for a second, reminding himself not to stare for too long. “O-oh Yeah… I got it.. um thank you for writing me.. you didn’t have to..I’m the last person you should write.. but I’m grateful you did”

Mercedes: shook her head. “Dont do that. Dont talk about yourself like you dont deserve good things. I didnt write you for the hell of it. I wrote you to release you and in a way me from all the crap that happened before. I wrote because loving you and hating you at the same time was killing me. And I wanted be free to live and love again and not feel like I had a Sam sized cloud over me all the time. And I wanted that freedom for you too.”

Sam: bit his bottom lip and shook his head “Listen.. I have done some things that I’m not proud of.. and I know that I can get pass it. But it’s just gonna take some time.. but thanks to your letter.. I finally can.. doesn’t mean I’m not gonna still feel some kind of guilt about everything.. “ he said honestly. He could tell how different, she was happy and she was free of everything that had happened and Sam was happy for her. He nodded his head gently as she explained why she wrote the song, thinking about how she was right. When it came to them, they loved each other hard to the point that it was taken over their lives and it was becoming toxic for the both of them “I understand.. I didn’t know I could love someone to the point that it was hurtful.. for not just you or me.. but everyone around us.. “ he pointed out. If Sam was honest it was hard to think about having to live without Mercedes and not having her beside him. But over time, he had time to think about how they got to the place they were in and he realized that it was time to let her go and move on. “But I’m finally realizing that I can still love you.. but as far as us being together it’s just not meant to be and for the first time.. I’m actually okay with it….I mean seeing you so happy and that is all I ever wanted you to feel…” he smiled brightly.

Mercedes: smiled gently and nodded her head. “Thank you. And I want the same thing for you. I always have even when I didnt think I did…” she trailed off, not sure if she should say the next thing she wanted to say. “Sam… you look tired. I know we arent close anymore and I dont even know if friends are what we should be but you can talk to me about whatever is going on right now.”

Sam: chuckled lightly “thanks.. I’ll be okay.. it’s just gonna take me a minute.. but believe it or not.. I am happy.. I just need to remind myself to be happy” he said softly. Sam smile melted away at her question, if he was honestly he didn’t really think people can notice just how tired he was. But then again this was Mercedes, she could always read him like a book. And even though they haven’t seen each other over a year, she still had that super hero power. “He walked over to the bar to sit down, letting out a long sigh “I-I’m” he said shaking his head “I’m exhausted…I’m still at my dad’s company.. I’m trying to get out of my contract.. but.. Mr. Wong.. won’t let me go..he is even t-“ he trailed off “Its nothing Shortie..it’s nothing that I can’t fix.”he assured her.

Mercedes: took a seat next to him and shook her head. “Sam, in every moment, you get to choose what your future will look like,” she smiled. “You hate that company. I can see how much you hate it and how it makes you feel like you’re becoming your dad. But you’re not him. You never have been.” She sighed, sitting up straight. “You want my advice? Sell the goddamn company. Screw Mr. Wong. If he threatens you, use that smart head of yours that keeps that company running to bury him. You have a choice. You’ve always had a choice. Choose you this time.”

Sam: wanted to believe that he could fix this without getting him or anyone hurt. But right now he couldn’t see it. “I knows But Mr.Wong could take everything that I have worked hard for away.” He said softly. He sat there quietly thinking about every word Mercedes was saying and he knew she was right. He was miserable and if he was honest Mr.Wong couldn’t hurt him anymore then he already has. “I wish it was that simple.. but everyone in the business world is scared of him… But.. I really need to get out of this company.. it’s driving me nuts.. and I’m losing time with Allison as is.. she is always with Marley or Charice now.” He said softly, glancing at her. He wanted to reach out and grab her hand, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment “Thank you..”

Mercedes: shook her head. “You’re not scared of anything. You fight for what you love, to hell with anything else. If this company is taking you away from Allison, let it go.” She frowned a bit when he mentioned Charice and sat up straight in her seat. “H-how is Charice? I wrote her a letter and she sent it back to me…”

Sam: nodded his head at her kind words. She always did have the right words to say. “You’re right.. I’m gonna work something out.. I lost people that I didn’t expect to lose..I refuse to lose Allison too.” He said noticing the change of Mercedes body language when he mentioned Charice. He sighed softly “Other then working and chasing after the kids.. she seems to be doing great.. But I know she misses you..”

Mercedes: scoffed. “She doesnt miss me… I knew that when I left I’d hurt people and I knew it would take a lot for them to forgive me but I have no doubt in my mind that she might never forgive me.”

Sam: shook his head “Listen.. sure she is mad.. but she does miss you.. you know Charice she will let you know all about how pissed off at you.. but then she’ll let you know that she missed you.. well at least in her own way.” He said with sighed. He hated how their actions caused them so much trouble with their friends. Especially since they just got to the point where they were connected again “They will all come around.. I know they will forgive you.. besides they know none of that would have happened if it wasn’t for me. I mean the only reason why Charice and Brittany even talk to me is because of Allison..” he shrugged sadly “But listen.. just give them time. They’ll forgive you. They love you too much to stay mad for too long”

Mercedes: didnt have much hope in what Sam was saying but she didnt want to let him know that. She knew when Charice was mad and even when Brittany was mad but there was radio silence on both of their ends. She knew she’d really messed up and she was just going to have to live with that. She nodded her head and looked over to the stage as Garrett nodded her back over. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta get back to the show. You should stick around though,” she smiled, placing her drink down and turning to Sam one last time. “It was really nice to see you again. I mean it. I hope…” she didnt know what she hoped for. She knew their friendship would never be the same the way it used to be before but she also didnt want to lose him completely. “I hope we can keep in touch,” she settled on with a smile before patting his shoulder. “Bye Sam.

Sam: could tell that she was still worried about Charice still being upset with her. He wished that he could ease her mind better. But couldn’t. Especially since everyone was still pissed off at him and only spoke to him when it had to do with her father and Allison. Which he didn’t blame them. He just truly missed them and wish that things could go back to the way things were. He nodded his head as she told him that she has to leave, getting up with her. “No it’s okay.” He assured with a smile “same here shorty” he said softly. He was happy to hear her words about them keeping in touch because he knew they could ever be romantically involved anymore, but he still wanted her in his life even if it was only as a friend. “Of course. I’m always here if you need me shorty.. bye” he sighed, watching her get back on to the stage. Sam headed back to the table, thinking that he was actually happy that he came tonight. Because he got to see Mercedes and maybe just maybe got his friend back in the process.

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/post/161320161315 every single Fucking cmnc character. every single one. trust me dude (if u want!!!)

fucken hell yeah hyperfixation time

FRANCES

A: what I think realistically

tbh frances seems like the type of person where playin the piano is like. a coping mechanism for her?? like if shes stressed/angry/havin a Bad Time she either

a: plays a Sad Tune to angst

b: plays something AGGRESSIVE to get her anger out

c, a rare option: plays smth happy to take her mind off it

bc she seems like the person to Wallow in her own sadness tbh im guessin c is Rare but

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

frances wears horribly fucking clashing colors like. bright neon orange and the ugliest brown-green mixed and goes out like that in sunglasses

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

frances didnt have a good home and she got with junior to get Out of it and then he turned out to be a piece of shit and her life just spiraled Down

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

shes an agender lesbian with three gfs

HENRY

A: what I think realistically

tbh henry totally seems like hed learn to bake for nancy like. i know hes in-canon a horrible cook but like. imagine this sweetie taking secret baking lessons for like Forever and then he surprises nancy on her bday with like. a rlly nice homemade cake and they cry together :’)

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

henry is a clumsy-ass Shit so he breaks things like 384723897423894x and once he managed to break a vase nancy Really liked and she walked in on him Coated in glue and just. “what are you doing” “no nothing what nothing is broken” “henry the vases shards and glue are both everywhere” “everything is fine nancy”

also nancy being at the store and henry seeing a spider and screaming on the counter until she got home

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

henry living with the eternal guilt over taking the “wrong” choice even though there was no good choice because he either stayed in a place where no issues were being worked out or he left :^)

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

hes a trans bABY AND I LOVE HIM SO FUCKIN MUCH

NANCY

A: what I think realistically

tbh i can imagine her bein in a book club but being the Shy One who never talks during meetings

also i can imagine her learning to paint and Loving It and showing henry the paintings which show what her world is like and hes like “:00!!!”

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

NANCY SPRITING AROUND IN HIGH HEELS TRYING TO CRUSH A SPIDER WHILE SHE AND HENRY BOTH FUCKING SOB BECAUSE SHE CANT MANAGE TO KILL THE SPIDER

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

nancy living with crushing guilt and abandonment issues but hiding it because she doesnt want to bother henry and she keeps randomly crying :)))

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

shes genderfluid as FUCK and has a gf

BONUS: JUNIOR

A: what I think realistically

tbh this dude is fuckin Shitty and hes def the type of dude to have like 3 gfs at once but not an open relationship just straight-up cheating

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

in a modern au junior discovers furry culture and refuses to wear anything but a pigeon fursuit for three years straight

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

he left frances with more trauma than she mayb had :))))

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

hes a fuckin furry. let him be a FURRY MAKE HENRY BUFF AGAIN I THINK YOU MEAN MAKE JUNIOR A PIGEON AGAIN

BONUS: PATTY

A: what I think realistically

she has a Huge family and sends all of them christmas cards, and she only has one great-niece who cares enough to reply and visit and stuff and sometimes the neice brings her kids and patty fuckin loves kids and spoils em like a grandchild

also she sends christmas cards to her neighbors and invites them over for dinner weekly

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

she sews and she once had an awful neighbor who was a total bitch so she bought this cheap-ass shirt, fixed it up in a day, but it looked new and beautifully made and the neighbor felt so bad and patty just. >:3c dont be a bitch

the neighbor got to keep the gift tho and was Nicer and patty was :3c

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

she feels SO BAD that she didnt notice henry and nancy being missing sooner bc she ALWAYS wanted to be friends w them both and she loved em to bits

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

shes a trans lesbian and has a long-time wife :3c

KENNITH (this ones just gonna be kin shit but shhhh ;))) )

A: what I think realistically

if its not a school day and hes home alone kennith 100000% will Not change out of his pajamas and will yell at you for wearing shoes in his room dont fuckin touch him with your nasty-ass feet stephamie

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

KENNITH GETS SUPER DRUNK AND STARTS FORGETTING THINGS HE JUST DID AND GETTING REALLY FUCKING CONFUSED AS STEPH LAUGHS HER ASS OFF THREE FEET AWAY (based on my own experiences)

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

kennith has an ed he doesnt know how to deal with and doesnt even think is that Bad so hes just suffering :’))) can relate buddy

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

hes trans you cowards and in a qpp with steph

STEPH

A: what I think realistically

steph is Rlly skilled at punching and taught kennith how to punch but also if u rub her back she will Deactivate in .2 seconds so even if she acts tough she has a fuckin self-destruct button and its her back

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

STEPH AND KENNITH MAKING DIRECT EYE CONTACT AS THEY COME UP WITH INCREASINGLY BAD ALTERNATE TITLES FOR A PENIS

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

steph tends to put on a Happy Face bc she thinks kenniths problems are worse than hers, so she has no help and no clue how to deal with them and just gets worse and worse :’))

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

shes a fuckin lesbian in a qpp with kennith you cowards and shes genderfluid

GREG

A: what I think realistically

this man has fuckin Depression my lads and anxiety and tends to self-medicate with weed even tho he Knows its prob not the best option but i mean. hes a retail worker can he afford meds? no

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

if you do Anything greg will probably stay apathetic, and he can say most things with a straight face. he enjoys making completely filthy jokes with an unwavering neutral expression and watching people crumble

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

……………tbh hed prob think he couldve done More to help kennith after he Died but never did so i can imagine hed feel. kinda guilty sdkjfhsdkf maybe my kin ass is just hopeful

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

let him have two moms you cowards (also him and kennith are boyfs dont make the rules my kin ass is GAY)

BONUS: JENNY

A: what I think realistically

….tbh they seem like the type of person who always has a sketchpad and paints a lot and is just Super artsy

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

jenny and kennith lock eyes and they can instantly feel the hatred kennith emits bc t h a t s  h i s  f p  but also they can tell he wants steph to be happy and they can SEE the STRUGGLE on his FACE and he looks kind of like an angry chihuahua

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

…..tbh i dont have anything for them

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

let them be a nonbinary lesbian who draws their gf constantly

BRI (aka kin ass two: electric bogaloo :3c)

A: what I think realistically

tbh they seem like the type of person to have a cat. in my canon it was an orange cat named sherbet B3c they love that cat to Death and show it to avery on video calls

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

bri says “rawr XD” out loud and accidentally says that to a teacher, who stands there for .3 seconds and kind of just goes with it

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

they dont actually die and have to live with their gf bein dead :’)

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

they live and also so does avery and theyre happy fuck you

AVERY

A: what I think realistically

tbh she seems like the type of person to have a wide friend group but only be “close” close with like. 1-2 people??? and like she loves all of her friends but she cant maintain that many close friends

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

she once laughed so hard she snorted soda out of her nose during a video call

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

her last thought is of bri :’)

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

SHE AND BRI ARE  H A P P Y AND ALIVE

SPOI

A: what I think realistically

they seem the type of person to like???? fuckin rag on shows while watching them, ie shout at the screen, point out plot holes etc and then say “wtf i loved it” at the end

also they throw popcorn at the screen during the movies

B: what I think is fucking hilarious

they hide under nancys table and let out a vicious shriek whenever nancy accidentally kicks them

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

they cause Endless Suffering and dont even care like they cant sympathize or manage to be Decent and like. they LAUGH at it and its like??? a s s h o l e

(and i have like No Empathy but i can still manage to be a nice person so?? no excuse there)

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

theyre the one stealing nancys bobbins >:00

[aurulenthuntsman]

-- decastichAmazifier [DA] 8egan pestering aurulentHuntsman [AH] at 23:11 --

DA: catch me in the Wal Mart back alley if you want an ass kicking

DA: psst...... come to Amber St. and Clemmings for a big gulp you get... behind the 7/11 which is grosser than you think

DA: but i shan't apologize

AH: I'M READY TO INJEST ~}==>

AH: However, is this an actual invitation or some Kavi brand tomfoolery? ~}==>

AH: I'm pleased either way ~}==>

DA: goddamn, no hesitation i got fuckin 360 no-scoped but yes.... yes it is

DA: anyway what's up

AH: Ah... My evening has been uneventful, I'm afraid ~}==>

DA: that's a crying shame man

DA: you deserve excitement

DA: and flair

DA: and good times

DA: so put on your dancin shoes

DA: none tomfoolery

AH: Well, what do you know? I was already wearing them ~}==>

DA: geez folks he's just ready on all fronts claps for you A-a-ron but i'll meet you outside the ship

DA: look for the sexy mofo

AH: Somehow I doubt I will have any trouble finding you! ~}==>

AURYHN: *he's way too eager to hang out with kavi, though, as always, and scrambles outside to look for the flashy friend.* ~}==>

KAVI: *He's here... in a green suit and shades at night. Taking selfies, sparkles tons *

AURYHN: *pops up behind him. PHOTOBOMB. he grins, flashing not one but TWO peace signs.* ~}==>

KAVI: *Grins at the sudden Auryhn and snaps all the pictures* sweet, i'm mad i never got a pic with you before

AURYHN: It's a travesty, indeed! We'll have to take advantage of the evening and document as much of it as POSSIBLE ~}==>

AURYHN: And on that note, what shall we do now that we're out and about? ~}==>

KAVI: *loops arm in his and guides them* do you dance? i feel like you do

KAVI: if not then tonight you are, my guy

KAVI: get out the scissors your cuttin a rug

AURYHN: *grins even wider as their arms loop, if such a thing is possible.* Naturally I do! I'm quite an accomplished ballroom dancer ~}==>

AURYHN: However, I'm sure I can blend into any crowd we may be a part of ~}==>

AURYHN: Or... You'll simply have to deal with being swept off your feet! ~}==>

KAVI: *Nice....* wowzee Auryhn, those are some big promises you got goin on there

KAVI: but at the same time you deliver better than the ancient UPS man so my hopes are up and i'm ready to be swept

KAVI: *guides them on down the street, using GPS on his shades, lowkey*

AURYHN: *walks with a spring in his step* When have I ever disappointed? Come now! ~}==>

KAVI: not for as long as i've known you *grins at the springiness and springs with it before turning them down the street to approach a club. The city is so bumpin swing club and opens up the door for him* apres vous

AURYHN: My, how gentlemanly ~}==>

AURYHN: *smirks... he doesn't REALLY like to have doors held open for HIM but for kavi he will make an exception. he saunters on in, taking in the sights and sounds excitedly. everything on skaia is so much more lively compared to his home...* ~}==>

KAVI: *Peeps Auryhn's excited vibe and smiles to himself, the dude deserves to get out and see what's going on. The floor as a few people on it right now even, they jive and do some fancy footwork around with each other while the upbeat music plays. There are other people watching them and drinking at tables. Kavi brings them to a little round table with a nice view of the floor, draping his jacket over

KAVI: a chair*

KAVI: so....

KAVI: what do you think?

KAVI: can you keep up?

AURYHN: *though he follows kavi close, his gaze is all over the place... it's a miracle he doesn't run into anyone or anything.* Can I keep up? ~}==>

AURYHN: *looks back at him.* I was MADE for this! What are we waiting for? ~}==>

AURYHN: *offers his hand to kavi again, leaning forward a bit in a tiny bow.* ~}==>

KAVI: *Snrks.... goddamn Auryhn is really charming and dorky at the same time. Takes that hand and goes on to the floor with him, already shimmying* sweep me off my feet man *another song is starting and some of the couples switch out so he and Auryhn are gonna be with a fresh batch*

KAVI: *clearly.... they have to show up everyone, glances at Auryhn.... nods*

AURYHN: *he glances around once more to get a good feel for how this is done before looking back to kavi, returning the nod. HE UNDERSTANDS. he understands nothing better than being as flashy as trolly possible.* ~}==>

AURYHN: *with their hands clasped, he brings them in and out, HE TWISTS AND SHOUTS. okay, he doesn't shout, but he feels like he could, bursting with energy as he is. and naturally he's going to work on twirling kavi once or twice.* ~}==>

KAVI: *grins wider as they twirl about and twist, sliding slightly. Kavi takes those turns gracefully as the people clap to the beat. Grabbing Auryhn's hand again and bending his knees to get low as they turn then jumps back up.*

KAVI: *Works those hips and moves his feet, yes everyone look at them. They've totally done this before. Skips and exchanges footwork with Auryhn, tucking close for tighter twirls*

AURYHN: *even he's a little surprised at how in synch they are. maybe because they're both the type to fake it till you make it? NAH. they're just that great.* ~}==>

AURYHN: *mid twirl, he holds kavi's back to him so they can shuffle and shimmy juxtaposed. he's probably enjoying it too much, but with another twirl he turns kavi around again to get another good look at the big grin on his face. auryhn doesn't even know what a dork he is. shameful.* ~}==>

KAVI: *Definitely because they're both great, he adjusts easily to being turned from Auryhn. They don't even trip over each other's feet which was risky and fucking great? As he's turned back around into that in and out shuffle Kavi laughs. Because it's fun more than for the crowd*

KAVI: *Sometimes when you're a huge dork you forget what dorks look like but that's fine. Kavi's laugh comes back down to a smile and he winks at Auryhn as the song repeats the same few bars over and over again... a flashy finish.. Subtly Kavi tips his head to the side, a cheeky little dip my bro? A dunk in the ole cheese there? Get it extra cheddar*

AURYHN: *he reads this cue PERFECTLY. probably because he had the same idea, wasting no time to dip the kavi. DELICIOUS. he only hopes he tops it all off with the leggiest of extended legs, but somehow he doesn't think he has to worry there.* ~}==>

KAVI: *OH. OF COURSE HE DOES, peep his rad long socks his leggy is straight in the air and he's snickering and the people are clapping and it's goddamn glorious* (oooh Mr. Serket ooh)

AURYHN: *he laughs in earnest, despite the fact that the zahhak side of him has left him extra sweaty... he rides the high of all this attention for a good second before hoisting kavi back onto his feet.* That was incredible, sir! ~}==>

AURYHN: *gives him a wink of his own* We make excellent partners ~}==>

KAVI: *Moist*

KAVI: *Grins though* gotta say we certainly do

KAVI: and u made good on that sweep you promised

KAVI: i have to say i'm one pleased customer

AURYHN: *escorts him back to their table* I always keep my word ~}==>

AURYHN: And in the interest of keeping you pleased, can I buy you a drink as well? ~}==>

KAVI: *Sits himself on down and fans himself* wow beating me to the punch huh? but i can't turn down that friendly offer thanks man :P *says what he wants probably something fruity and mellow*

AURYHN: What can I say? I'm a competitive fellow ~}==>

AURYHN: *happily trots away to get their BEVERAGES. he isn't gone long. either the bar wasn't too busy or he threw a bunch of people out of the way to get kavi his drink in a timely manner. WHO CAN SAY? whatever the case, he returns and finally sits (quite possibly for the first time in days) and hands off kavi's glass* There you are! ~}==>

KAVI: *Bruh.... don't throw people unless it's him. He snorts a little and takes it* thanks man *sips*

KAVI: *chinhands* you enjoyin city life it seems :)

AURYHN: *takes a big old sip* I love it, in fact! ~}==>

AURYHN: There's so much to do and see... And so many new people to meet! OPPORTUNITIES ABOUND! ~}==>

AURYHN: I've barely even SLEPT since we arrived ~}==>

KAVI: .....omfg

KAVI: bruh

KAVI: you gotta rest your cravat

AURYHN: I'm not wearing my cravat ~}==>

AURYHN: *demonstrates by flashin' a little bit of chest with this open front shirt.* ~}==>

AURYHN: And beside, I'm sure I will be able to rest easily tonight ~}==>

AURYHN: ... Because I've been too active to rest, is what I mean ~}==>

KAVI: *eyeballs* ...yes i see *he goes to take a sip then just..... * S:)

KAVI: orly

AURYHN: QUITE REALLY ~}==>

AURYHN: You might be the first person to truly wear me out! HA HA ~}==>

AURYHN: And I'm having such a nice time... *swirls drink around in glass* I can't think of many things better to go in search of ~}==>

KAVI: *AURYHN PLZ 8)* lmao this is nothin but i'm glad you're having a good time

KAVI: it's good to see you havin fun but i mean there's tons of stuff out there *shrugs with one shoulder*

AURYHN: Surely... *sips* I'll just have to keep looking, I suppose ~}==>

AURYHN: REGARDLESS, I treasure our time together ~}==>

AURYHN: So... Thank you for spending time with me! ~}==>

KAVI: our bromance is a treasure trove honestly man, look at all this glitter and you think

KAVI: oh shit

KAVI: it can't get any better

KAVI: but then you dig a little deeper

KAVI: and it totally does

KAVI: the chest is bottomless like assless chaps man

KAVI: but i like spendin time with you dude no thanks required you're hells of fun

AURYHN: *smiles, a little softer then usual. there kavi goes rambling. it's QUITE endearing. for once, he'll let himself be a little more vulnerable* ... Do you really think so? ~}==>

KAVI: *grins, it's friendly as always but just that extra slip of sincerity* hell yeah, you're a cool dude like, ok

KAVI: yeah i flirt a bunch and peep your phys like its anatomy and i need to maintain my 4.0 but you're fun to be around man

KAVI: even when i'm freezing my good bits off and totally missing pinecones :P

AURYHN: *ducks his head, laughing a little* Not to worry... Practice makes perfect! We'll find the time to sharpen your aim, I'm sure ~}==>

AURYHN: *he goes quiet for a moment, using a long sip as an excuse for it* But for now, let's capture more memories! ~}==>

AURYHN: *SCOOTS IN CLOSE. take pictures with him, bro.* ~}==>

KAVI: *oh..... bless these shades takes a pictures of the ducking laugh. Cute.... as fuck. AUGH. when he scoots closer Kavi does the same and leans against him* don't gotta tell me twice *takes off the shades tho... because they're kinda dumb*

KAVI: say pretty boys *click*

KAVI: oh and be tee dubs.... i'm takin you home tonight *wonk to the camera and captures this moment too*

AURYHN: *casually places a hand on his shoulder, going cheek to cheek.* PRETTY BO--Bwa ~}==>

AURYHN: *oops, he's just a LITTLE blue for the second picture. DAMMIT KAVI.* ~}==>

KAVI: *snickers at the "bwa" and nudges him with his head since they're so close* bwa indeed

KAVI: insteed :P

AURYHN: ... *HUFF* You're teasing me ~}==>

AURYHN: *turns to bunp his forehead against him like the horse that he is. he can't even be mad.* ~}==>

KAVI: *he grew up around a horse, several horses and can't help but to laugh a little more at it* yeah i am, shamelessly *dare he nuzzle? Of course he does*

KAVI: seriously tho, c'mon let's go kick it in my place, that cool?

AURYHN: *he does pause to think about it, but ultimately, he knows he can't turn him down.* ~}==>

AURYHN: Yes! Let's do that ~}==>

AURYHN: *DOWNS the rest of his drink* ~}==>

KAVI: *smiles* sweet *then snorts when he downs his drink with gusto, Kavi slorps his down too and picks out the fruit before getting up and grabbing his jacket. Hope Auryhn doesn't need this arm because it's Kavi's now* got a pile with your name on it, my guy

AURYHN: *pile cuddling, hmm? he finds that suggestive in a certain kind of way... but regardless, he's looking forward to the opportunity to just be close to the other.* I do hope you mean that LITERALLY ~}==>

AURYHN: *grins and starts getting the heckie out of here. there's no time to waste...* ~}==>

KAVI: well i mean, your name can be embroidered on a pillow or some shit but also yeah :P *The walk back isn't to the ship though, no no. It's to the bitchin house he's kinda moved back into which was.... a little more emotional of an event than moving into the ship*

KAVI: *Gross emotions aside though here they are.... and headed to the side of the house where his rooms located* you climb mountainman?

AURYHN: *admires the nice house with big eyes. ah yes, kavi is basically royalty. how could he forget?* Naturally I do ~}==>

AURYHN: *looks back at him as it finally registers they aren't heading for the front door* Why do you ask...? ~}==>

KAVI: *Lets go of his arm* to know whether or not i should break out the hoverboard *There's a big tree around there with bird feeders and some miscellaneous trinkets hung on it*

KAVI: *jogs for the tree, running up a few feet then latches onto one of the branches, reaching down and swaying a little as he goes but its for momentum, turns to the little box on the window* hey Bouncer, daddy's home *beep boop. Window slides open and he swings on in*

KAVI: .... *peeks out to Auryhn..... winks*

AURYHN: *GASPS. such athleticism. he still doesn't quite understand why they're going in through the window, but he won't deny it's more fun! with a running start, he jumps to grab the same branch.* Here I come! ~}==>

AURYHN: *SWINGS and hups right in through the window as well.* ~}==>

KAVI: *sparkles then backs up so Auryhn can get in without there being a traffic crash. Kavi's room is pretty neat and cozy. His bed has dramatic sheer curtains.... for mosquitos also there's some wizard posters and a little section on his wall with mounted old wands and staffs over the years and a HUGE pile of plushes* make yourself at home

AURYHN: *ah yes, it's just how he expected it would look.* Don't mind if I do! ~}==>

AURYHN: *but before he can do that, he wants to inspect things a little more closely. all these little trinkets kavi has collected, all the things that he's chosen to represent himself. he browses with his hands folded behind his back like he's in an art gallery.* Hmmm ~}==>

AURYHN: Oh! Is this the pile you spoke of? ~}==>

AURYHN: *points to the plush pile when he happens upon it.* ~}==>

KAVI: yeah but.... it's :T *Is he still sweaty?*

KAVI: *gotta keep the babies pristine*

AURYHN: *tilts head at him. yes... he is a little sweaty...* But???????? ~}==>

KAVI: *How do you politely tell someone to wash their bod before touching your children. Oh right* well i mean, presuming you're spending the night you wanna get cozy and shower and shit

KAVI: *smooth*

AURYHN: Oh! *perks* That makes sense ~}==>

AURYHN: Please, escort me to your bathroom then so I may get settled for the evening! ~}==>

KAVI: *nailed it* sure thing A-a-ron *guides him out into the hall and goes right to the bathroom, snagging a towel* here's the washroom, this is Witherson Jr. the Third Lord Esquire *gestures to face toilet*

KAVI: he'll take good care of you

KAVI: also the hot water gets real goddamn hot

KAVI: forewaring

AURYHN: *turns towards the toilet. looks mortified, and yet... he approaches.* Egads ~}==>

AURYHN: This is your toilet??????? ~}==>

KAVI: *posh accent* have you no buttler? *straight face*

-- decastichAmazifier [DA] changed their mood to CHUMMY --

-- decastichAmazifier [DA] changed their mood to SMOOTH --

AURYHN: *opens his mouth to answer, but then...* That was... /a pun/ ~}==>

AURYHN: Kavi, PLEASE ~}==>

KAVI: *snnnrk*

KAVI: bro

KAVI: bruh

KAVI: it was

KAVI: the punniest of puns

AURYHN: I am AGHAST ~}==>

AURYHN: *he's snickering too* Now... Unless you were planning on joining me, I would like to get to showering, please! ~}==>

KAVI: :T ........ *stands there for a minute, then turns away, visibly clenching fist dramatically* save it for the pile

KAVI: lol have a nice wash

KAVI: *bYE*

AURYHN: *his hesitance makes him turn a little blue, but he's left smirking about it as he turns towards the shower to commence the washing. he normally takes long showers, but since he's eager for snuggles, he cuts that time in half and returns to kavi's room in one of those old school night gown thingies. he's only missing the night cap...* I'VE RETURNED ~}==>

KAVI: *Kavi takes a washup in one of the bathrooms further down to wash his sins away and make room for more. He's already chilling in a matching SpaceJam shorts and tank set, lounging on the plush pile, His hair in twists and wrapped with a silk wrap. When Auryhn walks back in he looks up form his phone and wheezes* hhhhh.....fuckin hey my guy look at you

KAVI: all

KAVI: prepared

KAVI: and shit

KAVI: *homyfuck*

AURYHN: And so are you! ~}==>

AURYHN: *approaches the pile and then... carefully lowers himself into it. these plushes seem delicate... plus, he's still a little nervous about this sleepover. it isn't exactly something he's used to. definitely not with someone he likes as much as KAVI.* ~}==>

KAVI: *Shhhhh it's fine, also don't sweat on his babies please. Puts leg over Auryhn and _(:3｣∠)_ @ him* cozy?

AURYHN: *well if you keep that up he will definitely sweat.* Ah-- Yes ~}==>

AURYHN: Quite... ~}==>

KAVI: *Auryhn he's gonna haul you if he has to but he wants to cuddle* no nerves or nothin? be honest this is a safe space *lifts leg higher, straight face.... mostly*

AURYHN: Nerves? HA HA ~}==>

AURYHN: What's there to be nervous about? ~}==>

AURYHN: *says nervously* ~}==>

KAVI: *Plz.....*

KAVI: dunno, you tell me

KAVI: *this is a flexible human Auryhn, this is a game of gay chicken you won't win*

KAVI: *hikes up the leg higher* :)

AURYHN: NOTHING ~}==>

AURYHN: *STARES at this leg. this is starting to get silly.* Now where exactly is that going? ~}==>

KAVI: ok so honestly *removes leg* cuddletown yeah but like i don't wanna freak you out or whatever

AURYHN: *huffs* I'm not freaked out ~}==>

AURYHN: But... admittedly, I don't often find myself in situations like this ~}==>

AURYHN: *please don't tell anyone...* ~}==>

KAVI: *He's live-tweeting it right now* i'm honored to be your first but also it's cool

KAVI: we can take it slow man

KAVI: *opens arms*

AURYHN: *he's flustered again. this is DEFINITELY getting silly and he feels silly, but... here he comes, wiggling in closer to kavi to fit into his arms.* ~}==>

KAVI: *holds this horse to his tiddies, it's an easy hug. Nice and gentle* yessss commense the cuddles

AURYHN: ... *immediately starts to chirr, carefully lifting an arm to drape around kavi as well.* ~}==>

KAVI: *whatthefuck??? Rests cheek between his horns* dude you're fucking adorable you know that?

KAVI: wait

KAVI: ofc you do

AURYHN: I am not adorable... I'm incredibly masculine... ~}==>

AURYHN: *chirr chirr. he doesn't even know he's memeing. with kavi's cheek against his head, he nuzzles in a little closer to the inviting warm of his neck.* ~}==>

KAVI: *gdi auryhn.......*

KAVI: *Rubs his back and snorts*

KAVI: why not both?

AURYHN: Hmm... I suppose I'll concede to that... But we will keep it between you and I ~}==>