#and even the parts that confuse me so bad i wanna weep are beautiful and angelic 2 me …….

[starheirxero]

one of these days i’m gunna look in the mirror and my entire everything is gunna be based on robots and i’ll just have to accept that. like even if i’m not into fnaf specifically at that point, i will slowly but surely Become Robot Guy. i can feel it in my bones

[messers-moony]

He’s Safe With Me | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Fem!Half-Blood!Reader

Summary: A little boy brightens Regulus’ days after his brother leaves him.

Inspiration: Click & Click

Growing up always left a bittersweet taste in people's mouths. While it was nice to gain freedom and more privileges that growing up included, the new responsibilities made it bitter. It was the leaving, the stress, and the idea of putting your childhood behind you that brought the sour taste to people's tongues. 

Regulus never thought that he’d have to grow up so fast. 

The summer months were always Regulus’ favorite. They were the months that, despite everything, Sirius would come home to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and be a resident there for the two months of holiday. Maybe during Hogwarts, they would sneer at each other and argue with one another, but at home, it wasn’t like that. 

Sirius was sixteen, and Regulus was fifteen, but that didn’t stop Sirius from taking the hits meant for Regulus. It didn’t stop him from taking the blame, so Regulus was safe. Afterward, Regulus would hear Sirius whimpering in his bedroom and silent cries. Sometimes, he’d even fall asleep outside his door, or if he were brave enough, he’d go inside and lay beside him. 

They were boys, but from the moment they were born, they had to be adults. Their childhood was stripped from them, and responsibilities piled on top of another. From the minute they were born, they had to sit straight, use proper manners, try to court girls, be charming, study, and be mature, but they were boys. They were bound to be a ruckus. 

Regulus could remember running around Uncle Alphard with Sirius when he was three. Uncle Alphard had a vast plot of land with a big house on the corner. He had cherry blossom trees planted all around the manor, and it gave the boys an area to run. When Regulus caught up to him, eventually, he’d jump on his brother's back, and Sirius always caught him when he fell. 

So why couldn’t Sirius catch him now?

He heard the window open from Sirius’ room and already had a feeling he knew what was happening. Earlier that day, he heard the shuffling of clothes and items in the room beside his own. Regulus swallowed the growing lump in his throat and opened Sirius’ door to find exactly what he suspected. Sirius had a trunk packed and head out of the window. When the door opened, he hit his head on the bottom of the window. 

“God damn it.” Sirius muttered in pain as he retracted from halfway out the window. 

“Sirius…?” Regulus hated how small his voice sounded. 

Sirius turned to face his little brother fiddling with a Gryffindor tie, tears in his eyes, “Regulus….”

“Please, wait.” Regulus pleaded softly, and Sirius wanted to, but he couldn’t, “Reg, I- I can’t. I can’t stay here anymore.” Sirius stuttered as tears filled his vision. 

Why couldn’t Sirius stay? He felt like a little boy again begging and pleading for Sirius to hold him during the thunderstorms that used to take cover of the skies. Mother always dragged him out of the bedroom, and Regulus would be left wailing begging for Sirius. Regulus would sit on his bed crisscrossed, holding a blanket close to his heart, praying, “Please, Siri, please.”

He could remember when Sirius and Regulus were forced to become enemies. Remembering when Sirius came home from his first year, he was shut in his room with multiple locks. Regulus would weep beg for him to save him from their mother and father. When the first Cruciatus Curse hit, he screamed Sirius’ name. 

“Please, Siri, you- you can’t leave.”

“Regulus,” Sirius stepped forward to cup his brother's cheek who reached just beneath his chin, “I’m sorry.”

Regulus leaned into his brother's touch, knowing it would probably be the last time, “I wanna be home….” 

“You are home, Regulus.” Sirius replied, confused but still soft and Regulus looked up at him with tears streaming down his face, “Home is wherever I’m with you….”

Sirius had tears trickling down his pale cheeks as he placed his chin on top of Regulus’ head, embracing him tightly, “Please don’t go….”

“Please. I’m begging you.” Regulus was whimpering, keening, wailing, “Siri, please.”

“It’s safer with me gone.” Sirius confessed, “You’ll be safer here. They won’t use the crucio curse on you, not with you being the only one left.”

Regulus was fisting the back of his shirt, the Gryffindor tie still in his hand, “They know that if they hurt one of us, the other one hurts more. With me gone, that leverage disappears.”

“I don’t care.” Regulus cried, “I just want you.”

Sirius kissed the top of his head and parted from his brother's tight embrace, “I love you, Regulus.”

“But-“ Regulus swallowed, “You love James more.”

Sirius didn’t answer, and Regulus let his head fall, staring at the wooden floor, fiddling with the silk tie. He felt guilty. He felt like it was all his fault. Maybe if Regulus had taken more curses, perhaps if he had been a better brother. Maybe if Regulus were strong enough to disobey his parents as Sirius did, then Sirius wouldn’t be leaving right now. 

“Perhaps not in this lifetime, but perhaps in another, I’d be able to stay.” Sirius replied solemnly, leaving Regulus’ heart to shatter like a ripped piece of paper. 

Regulus sniffled, “I guess… this is goodbye.”

“I suppose it is,” Sirius said as he approached the window again. 

This time Regulus didn’t stop him. He knew he had nothing on James. Regulus would always be second to James no matter how hard he tried. Sirius threw the trunk onto the outside ground and sat on the edge of the window, looking beneath him. He turned around one more time before leaping onto the soft grass. 

Maybe the summer months weren’t Regulus’ favorite months anymore. 

The start of fifth year was dreadful. Regulus didn’t feel anything when he approached the Hogwarts Express. It felt like half of his heart had gone and disappeared. All the compartments were full, and Regulus would have to share with someone, which worsened the experience.

He saw the Marauders compartment. It was filled with the usual four boys, but inside was a girl. She was stunning with her soft appearing hair and sharp features. She was the epitome of beauty, and she made the entire compartment laugh with a quick wit she seemed to have made. 

Regulus passed it until he found a compartment with Lucius Malfoy and Evan Rosier. He slid the door open and took place beside Evan. Both boys welcomed him in with a smile. He couldn’t help but think back to the girl in the Marauders compartment. He had seen her before, but he couldn’t place it where. 

She hadn’t changed into her robes, so it was impossible to know what house she was in, but she still looked stunning in Muggle clothing. He noticed her style was comparative to Sirius’. The black ripped jeans, the doc martens on her feet, and a tee-shirt he couldn’t make out due to the jacket she wore over it. 

They entered Hogwarts and went into the Great Hall, where everyone sat at their respected tables. Regulus couldn’t help himself but try and search for her. He was shocked when she entered the Great Hall with green and silver robes. 

It didn’t make sense. Why did she get to be included? The Marauders hated Slytherins, yet she seemed to be so close with them. Regulus was a Slytherin, and he was related to one of the Marauders, yet he still wasn’t included. His heart swelled with a sense of jealousy and envy. 

Nonetheless, she took her seat beside Leia, a pureblood with long brown hair and blue eyes. They were talking until the sorting ceremony began. The sorting ceremony was long and drawled out, but the girl looked strangely intrigued. She watched intently as a little boy with shaggy brown hair and green eyes who was introduced as Romeo L/n sat onto the stool where McGonagall placed the hat onto his head.

It pondered for a while, a maximum of two minutes, but the hat finally exclaimed, “Slytherin!” The boy smiled brightly and approached the girl. He was bouncing over to her with a gleeful smile on his face. The little boy had dimples and straight teeth. He hugged her tightly, and she kissed his cheek. 

“Congratulations, Romeo.” 

“I’m just like you, sis!” Romeo grinned. 

She smiled, “You’re just like me, love.”

“Congratulations, Ro!” Leia exclaimed, “So happy for you.”

He hugged the other girl, “Thanks, Leia.”

“C’mere, Rom,” Y/n patted the seat beside her, “Sit.”

The little boy sat beside his sister and allowed her to put her arms around his neck, holding him close to her chest, “Love you, Romeo.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Regulus grimaced. So she had a little brother, and her name was Y/n. Regulus looked back at the stool where first years were sitting. He glanced slightly at Sirius from across the room, who was smiling brightly as James placed an arm around his shoulders. Regulus would always be second best. 

The first few weeks of fifth-year weren’t that bad. It went smoothly, and people didn’t talk to Regulus. He was cold and snappy. It turned people away, which he was thankful for. He didn’t want people to talk to him. He felt numb and unresponsive, like he was the shell of who he uses to be. 

He was in the library with a Transfiguration book in front of him. The pages were dull, and he couldn’t retain anything he was reading. He missed Sirius’ brilliance in Transfiguration. He missed Sirius tutoring him in hidden places of the library so their mother wouldn’t curse him for low marks. 

A hand had gently tugged at his robe, and he went to snap when he saw familiar green eyes, “Um, excuse me, you’re Regulus, right?”

“Yeah, Regulus Black.” Regulus replied, hoping the last name would deter him, but the boy only smiled, “I’m Romeo L/n. Professor Slughorn said that you could tutor me in Potions.”

Romeo sat across from Regulus and plopped down his supplies, “I’m absolutely rubbish at Potions, but my marks in Herbology and Charms are pretty okay. Mum says they need work, but I’m trying the best I can.”

Regulus tilted his head, “What are your marks in Herbology and Charms?”

“I have an Exceeds Expectations in both.” Romeo muttered, “Mum says that I can do better, though.”

“Exceeds Expectations is good. That’s remarkable for a first year. You’re starting out with no knowledge. For just starting, I’d say you’re doing great.” Regulus replied. 

He didn’t know why he felt the need to comfort this boy. Maybe because he saw himself in the boy in front of him, he could hear his own mother scolding him for his Acceptable in Transfiguration in his first year. 

“Will you tutor me, please?”

Regulus hesitated, “I guess I’m not great at Potions either.”

“Y/n says your fantastic!” Romeo replied, “She talks about you quite a bit.”

“She does?”

“Mhm!” He hummed, “Used to send me letters at home talking about you.”

Regulus’ face flushed, and he gave a tiny smile, “I didn’t even know who she was.”

“She does that on purpose. She knew you wouldn’t like her because of her relationship with Sirius. They’re close friends.” 

“Have you spoken to any of them?”

“Yeah.” Romeo's smile was bright, “Sirius was the one who told me to talk to you. He said that you were nice.” 

“Sirius did?”

“Yeah, and Y/n, of course.” 

Regulus smiled; maybe Sirius wasn’t completely gone, “I’ll tutor you.”

“You will?”

“Yeah. Why not.” 

Without a second thought, Romeo had jumped up and embraced the older boy. Regulus stiffened, and Romeo pulled away with wide green eyes, “I’m- I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.”

Regulus embraced the boy again, and Romeo leaned into his touch. He felt safe in the Black boy's arms, almost the same feeling he got when Y/n wrapped her arms around him. Regulus’ embrace was soft, comforting, and sweet. Romeo could smell the broom polish from being the Slytherin Seeker, cinnamon, and a hint of sandalwood. 

Romeo gave Regulus a smile before sitting back down, and they began studying together. Later that evening, Romeo had entered the Great Hall for dinner with him. The first year smiled at him before approaching his sister at the Gryffindor table, where he took his spot beside her. 

“Hey, Rom.” Y/n greeted, “Hey, sis.” 

“Did you talk to Regulus?” Y/n asked, “Is he gonna tutor you?”

Romeo nodded, “Yeah! He’s really nice!” 

Sirius gave a subtle smile, “That’s brilliant, Romeo.”

Romeo and Regulus became quick friends despite Regulus’ reluctance. Romeo thought of Regulus like an older brother, and Regulus protected him like one. He was a target for many older Gryffindors, and Regulus would always take the hits or duel them for him. 

These actions didn’t come without consequences. Regulus’ home life got worse, and letters often came about his friendship with the other Slytherin boy. They didn’t enjoy the fact that they were half-bloods and didn’t believe in pureblood supremacy. Regulus would sit in the Astronomy tower with the letter reading it with a dry face looking at the stars. 

The door to the tower opened, and Regulus didn’t move. Their footsteps were light and patted across the concrete until they saw him. She sat beside him with her legs crossed while Regulus dangled. She saw the parchment in his hand and took it from them. He allowed it. There was nothing terrible in it other than his mother threatening to throw him out if he didn’t stop talking to that half-blood. 

She read it while Regulus stared at the night sky. Y/n placed it back down on the concrete pavement without a word. She fiddled with her hands and put them back in her lap. Regulus was so silent and so peaceful. But she had to break the silence.

“I really appreciate you doing what you do for Romeo.” Y/n said quietly, “He thinks of you like an older brother.”

Regulus chuckled softly, “He’s energetic, that one.”

“Yeah. He’s got a lot of energy.” Y/n replied, “He hates sitting still. But he really appreciates that you can work with that.” 

“He gets irritating sometimes, but I try to keep him intrigued.”

“It works.”

“I’m glad.”

It was silent again, “I’m sure he’s told you plenty. He’s not very good at keeping secrets.”

Regulus smirked, and for a moment, he looked like Sirius, “You wrote letters about me?”

“I like you, Regulus.” Y/n confessed, “More than I should.”

He intertwined his hand with hers, “I like you too.”

Y/n smiled at squeezed his hand. Regulus leaned his head on her shoulder and began to tell her about the stars. He went into extreme depth of every constellation, planet, and star. Y/n noticed that he skipped Canis Major but didn’t say anything. She knew of Sirius’ departure the previous summer and how badly Regulus had been hurt thanks to Sirius’ description. It wasn’t good to rub salt in a still-open wound. 

When Regulus got the mark months later, they didn’t separate. She stood by his side and helped him through it. They didn’t tell anyone about it, not even Romeo. It wasn’t until the war was over that they decided to let everyone know. Y/n had allowed a sigh of relief when she found out that Peter was in Azkaban and her friends were still alive. 

Regulus was sleeping when she grabbed a bit of parchment to write to Sirius. Y/n dipped the quill in black ink and began writing smoothly. The ink embedded the paper like old friends, and when it dried, she handed it to her owl, Astoria. The following afternoon when Remus and Sirius were still entangled together from the previous night, the owl tapped on the window. 

Sirius groaned and stood up from the bed. He grabbed the parchment as the owl flew off. The writing was perfect calligraphy, and Sirius smiled at the note written on the parchment. His heart slowed its beat with relief. 

“He’s safe with me.”

[scottfuckingreed]

It’s a Pogue Thing - Part Three

This is a JJ Maybank story

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Warnings!: swearing and mentions of abuse

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     I wake up alone. Not only without JJ, but also without Kiara. I’m confused until I smell it... breakfast? It can’t be. Throwing myself out of bed, I dress myself and prepare myself for the brightness outside this room. “Ah there she is!” John B smiles. Before I can even react. a bit of toast bounces off of my head. All I can do is shut my eyes. I’m not even a fully functioning human yet. “Thanks,” I slide my feet across the floor, all the way to the couch. “Nice sleep?” Kiara chuckles, handing me an ‘in tact’ piece of toast. “It was alright.” I shrug. Internally I feel giddy. “You looked like you were pretty deep into it,” she adds. I was. She’s absolutely right. “I bet she was,” the husky morning voice of JJ erupts as he comes out of the bathroom. “Especially after last night.” His words get linked with a wink, followed by my heart stopping. “Yeah I’m sorry about that guys...” I flash my eyes straight over to John B. I’m definitely overthinking everything. Why would anyone even think JJ and I would ever? We wouldn’t. I guess that’s not true anymore. Either way, I’m fully awake now. “I didn’t realize it would be such a dead end.” Kiara’s hand cups John B’s shoulder in attempt to comfort. The blend of pain and disappointment in his voice was radiating through him. I wish there was another way; an easier way. “We just need to look closer. I’m sure there’s something,” I lie. “Are we sure there’s anything to find at all?” I throw my bread at the jackass. “JJ!” Ki follows. “You’re just pissed ‘cause I’m being honest. I’m sorry John, but what are we going on again?” I decide to stay quiet. “It doesn’t hurt to look again-” “You guys do what you want.”

     Not fully sure why, I rush my shoes on and follow the boy storming away. I feel somewhat protective over him. It’s a strange feeling. “JJ! Wait!” I call, jogging to catch up with him. He hardly slows. The anger was pretty much radiating off of his body. “If you’re here to-” “I’m here because I agree with you,” he pauses and frowns. “Even if there’s nothing, we still have to try.” Saying those words aloud feels like betrayal. I wish I had the guts to say what I thought, just like JJ, but there’s a time and a place. And both of those were wrong in that moment. “It’s false hope.” His words are blunt. “I know,” I whisper. I smooth my hair back with my hands. “You- he needs this JJ.” As he nods, he rolls his eyes. “He’s my best friend Y/N-” “I know JJ, but you just need to be a little more sensitive.” Once again, he rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just can’t lie to him,” shrugging, I realize this will continue to go in circles. “Fine,” I give up. A little frustrated, I turn around and start walking back to John B’s. “Where are you going?” I turn around quickly. I can’t help but frown at him. Like a dog, I tilt my head slightly to the side. “I thought we could grab some breakfast?” “I- what?” “I can tell you’re pissed.” Wow. Is it that obvious? I guess I don’t hide my emotions very well. “We ate at John’s...” I don’t know if I want to eat with him right now. “No. I didn’t eat, and you threw yours at me. Come on,” he nods and walks away from me. That’s it? And of course I follow him. I can’t not. 

     The walk was too quiet. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it had the ‘do I speak now or not’ vibe. When we get to a table in a small cafe, I sit opposite him slowly. “You can’t be that mad at me...” He chuckles slightly. Then comes the smirk. I didn’t know a look could do so many things to a person. It makes me want to slap him so bad. It also just makes me smile. “I’ll buy the food?” He tempts. “Do I even want to know where you get your money from?” The top and bottom lip press together on the boy’s face. “Probably not, you’re a good girl,” he winks. 

     Food. The boy truly knows me. So once that glorious breakfast spread was displayed in front of me - those exquisite eggs, the beautiful bacon, that tasty ass toast - he was forgiven. No grudges. I don’t even remember why I was even annoyed at him. “Wow,” is all I can express. Only a very small number of things can make me speechless. This is at the top of that list. “I know, I’m amazing,” he nods with a smug look on his face. Even when he’s joking about it, he always looks incredibly pleased with himself. I wish I had his confidence... or arrogance. Which either one it is, it works for him. Which is an utter shame. 

     We both indulged in every bite. Our plates looked both new and pristine. I am entirely and completely stuffed, and yet - if someone offered it to me - I could probably eat more. Although, I would definitely be sick. “That was so fucking good,” I let out in a ‘little too sexual’ of a moan. “That’s hot,” he informs me. God he’s so annoying. “Don’t even try it, JJ,” I wave my fork towards him. My threat just causes his to smirk. “So, what do you wanna do now?” A pleading smile gleams across his face. It’s not like me to give in to such tendencies. I just cannot seem to help it when it comes to JJ. “You don’t wanna go back to your boyfriend’s?” I tease. “Not really,” he shrugs. “I need a break from all that crime shit for today.” I don’t blame him. I hate to say it, but it brings an awkward and depressing atmosphere. I do feel bad for John B, but it’s too much if it’s all the time. A break, as selfish as it sounds, is what I need for today.

      As I stand up from my seat, my eyes immediate lock to the next customers walking through the door. Topper and Rafe. All I can think to do is sit back down. Just before my body starts zoning out, I hear JJ’s voice. “What are you doing?” He laughs in confusion. I haven’t been very open about mine and Rafe’s ‘relationship’ at all. I hate to even call it that. They know that he was a dick, which is the biggest understatement of the century, and they know we had a pretty awful break up. That’s it. At least I wish that was it. 4 months isn’t long enough to heal after... him. It’s just not. He’s mentally, emotionally, and literally physically everywhere. I nod my head, hinting at him to turn around. “Ah.” Is all he says. Rafe sends an obvious smirk to Topper, before making a straight line towards me and JJ. “Hey beautiful,” my skin crawls at his words. He makes me so angry, but I struggle to find the words to say. “What do you want Rafe?” I let out in a harsh tone. I wish I could scream at him, and just call him out on every single thing, but I can’t. Fuck. “Just here for something to eat,” he raises his eyebrows and smirks, placing a heavy hand on JJ’s shoulder. He doesn’t even budge, just lets an annoyed smile spread across his face. Topper chuckles at his best friend’s revolting sexual innuendo. “Why are you such a little bitch?” JJ nudges Topper on his side. It was just a poke, but it sent Topper moving. “What did you just call me?” Topper moves back towards him. JJ shoots up out of his chair. “You heard me, I don’t think you can move much further up his ass,” I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. “Can we just go?” His eyes just stare into Topper’s, while Rafe looks proudly at his boy. “JJ...” I wrap my hand around his forearm and pull slightly. “Fine.” Just as I get the boy to move away from the scene, Rafe decides to make the comment, “Who’s the bitch now?!” As you can expect, JJ does a 180 and darts back towards the two assholes. A fist hits my ex’s face. 

“God JJ,” I raise my voice slightly at the boy, sucking in my sad emotions. If anything I’m annoyed at myself for not being to stick up for myself. It’s just so hard to see him, let alone hear his voice. And to communicate with him? It feels almost impossible. “Why are you annoyed at me?” He snaps. “I’m not, I just wish you’d know when to leave things alone,” I roll my eyes. “I’m not your bitch Y/N.” I ignore him. I know he’s not. I realise I am probably projecting my frustration out now, and taking it out on someone who is very easy to argue with. “No, you don’t even fucking listen to me.” I speed up my walk. There are several things I need to do; breathe is the first one, then probably punch something or someone, then cry. Crying sounds like a plan. Footsteps inch closer and closer behind me. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just-” “I know.” I stop him. If he asks that question, the question I have avoided since the break up, I will break down. Fragile is an understatement. I’m like a bird with a broken wing, or a dried out twig ready to snap. One little gush of wind and I’m done. I will break. “Did something else happen, with you and Rafe?”

flashback

I made a joke. That’s it. I was caught up in the moment, and made a joke that he didn’t find funny. I could tell. He didn’t shout. He didn’t even raise his voice. He just stayed silent. His face just dropped. He’s pissed. He’s pissed at me. There was no retaliation, solely because his friends were around. Topper was there. There were other’s there. Now there’s not. I’m fucked. 

“Look, Rafe, I didn’t mean-” “You didn’t mean it? All you do it fucking embarrass me! You always mean it!” He shouts. The rasp in his voice startles me, and instantly pushes the tears out of my eyes. I’m scared. I’m scared of him. I’m scared for me. “I was just joking around, I-I-I-I” I stutter. The words pause as I get pushed against the counter. The harsh corner stabs into my back, making me fall to the floor in pain. I sit quietened by the wind being pushed out of my body. My mouth stays wide in agonizing pain, but my scream is silent. There’s no weep. There’s not a cry. Just tears falling down my now heated cheeks. I take a deep inhale of breath. I have no strength, emotional or physical, to get myself off of the floor. I can’t... Not on my own. Rafe’s face sits in the sight of my blurred eyes, as he places himself in front of me. “I don’t know why you always do this baby,” his fingers, which were previously on harsh hands, caress my chin softly. A thumb wipes my tears. Instead of pushing him away like I should, I nuzzle my hand into his hand. I’ve made enough mistakes tonight. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. A set of lips go to my forehead. 

“Y/N...” A soft voice snaps me back to reality. That was early days. It wasn’t even bad then. I cough slightly. How awkward. “Did he hurt you?” He asks, in a tone I don’t know if I’ve ever heard JJ use. It was gentle and careful, and had meaning behind it. Despite JJ being an idiot, I trust JJ with my life. Literally. But this... I can’t tell anybody about it. Not a soul. “He broke my heart JJ,” honestly, I’m not sure if I lied to JJ or not. I don’t ever remember loving that guy. I must’ve. 

We head back to John B’s. Everyone other than Pope was still there. John was looking at the research his father gathered, and combining it with the little amount we’ve managed to find. Ki was cleaning his shitty place up. She’s way to good to that boy sometimes. Somehow, no matter how many times it gets cleaned, it’s always a huge mess. “Where did you guy’s go?” Luckily, with the long-ish walk back, we no longer look stressed. “We got breakfast,” I throw myself onto the couch. John B looks up from his pages and raises his eyebrows. “You never take me to breakfast!” He throws his hand over his heart, clearly in pain. “You’re not as good company as me John, just accept it.” “Did you pay for it?” Kiara asks. I immediately sit up, snapping my head to the boy as I realise. “You little thief,” JJ says before I can even speak. “No I-” “Damn Y/N, I must be rubbing off on you, finally.”

[myelocin]

love, sicily | kozume kenma

Synopsis: Perhaps it’s through serendipity that you’ll begin to look at the world past the rose colored lenses and finally see the kaleidoscope of gold that it brings.

Characters: Kozume Kenma, Sugawara Koushi

Genre: Fluff, Travel, Eventual Romance, (Mutual) Pining | WC: 4000+

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A/N: This is a commission from @haiikyuuns​ ! I had a lot of fun with this one so thank you for trusting me miss maam ;A; 

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Track 1: Paris in The Rain | “I look at you now and I want this forever; I might not deserve it but there’s nothing better.”

Sugawara Koushi is what comes with Paris.

He’s the first, the only, and the current. It’s through summer nights under city lights, where you first are introduced to what love could be.

Where it could be this. Only this.

The summer of ’13 looking like living in an okay city that doesn’t really have much to offer in the rural side of southern Japan. One convenience store by the train station, and a teashop that most teenagers wouldn’t exactly prefer to frequent. Sunsets by the shore are nice, because your world had always just been nice.

It was okay.

Watermelon and ice drops in June, falling leaves in September, snowy paths you had to shovel every weekend in December, and the Sakura blossoms in March. Routine was okay, so you settled that you were too.

Koushi was who looked like what love could be to you. The word “eventually,” fitting. To be in a constant state of pondering if the word love could ever be redefined.

And in a way, it does. He doesn’t exactly become love, the more you think about it, but rather he just remains as is. Your constant; a day one of some sorts. Serendipity as a thing reserved for what could only be thought of as fiction, because reality had never been an ugly place for you.

So looking through rose colored lenses it was.

From your place you settled the most comfortable in—in the sidelines—you sat and watched Koushi bloom. Where for years it stayed okay. As is. Still a routine that frankly neither of you wanted to break.

Where eventually, the first crack of that well maintained schedule looked like a roundtrip ticket from Tokyo to the city of Paris, a suitcase, backpack, and a map of a city unknown to you.

The sight of Paris and Sugawara Koushi. Silver hair and hazel eyes. Every color that’s linked to what you’ve always known as home found in him. The pastel pink of his lips like the rose petals from outside his home, the silver of his hair as the clouds in the sky because for some reason rain always triumphed over sunshine.

And Paris, in the rain, with what you think as love, in front of you. Seen through your eyes as what you tell yourself is it—the greatest that love could ever become, because all you’ve known are shades of pastels with just a hint of silver.

Just one, perfect, palette that seemed to be enough for you.

(Until it wasn’t for him.) (It never occurred to you that just a few shades and a set of familiar streets would never be enough for him.)

“Paris is great, isn’t it?” Koushi turns to you and says, where he holds his hands out and past the balcony to catch a few drops of rain.

He looks beautiful. (Always has, you think.)

You nod your head.

“I’m coming back here next month because I got the job, actually,” he smiles, looking wistful.

You pause.

Rain still pours, and there’s a little bit of thunder. You think to yourself that if he chose to say any other set of words other than a watered down version of “I’m-leaving-you-and-that-good-for-nothing-town-forever,” you’d already be pulling him down into the streets and kiss him under the rain.

“Like,” you say, trying to sound out your thoughts; your throat feels dry. “—like forever?”

Koushi looks far away, and when he leans further to catch more raindrops, he feels far away. Further away, you think. Has he always been this far away?

“I hope forever,” he laughs, then turns to you. He’s smiling like you share his happiness with him. Are you happy along with him?

Silver hair kind of white against the backdrop of Paris in the rain, and hazel eyes that still look like all the shades of home stare at you. Your palms feel clammy, but you smile.

He turns away, and the rose colored lenses you’ve always seen the world with suddenly crack.

(When you sleep that night, Paris in the rain just becomes a city caught in a thunderstorm.)

Track 2: Paris | “if we go down, then we go down together.”

Kozume Kenma’s always hated looking at a city caught in a downpour.

He was never much for traveling, but he knew a city like this was meant to be explored.

He sighs, suitcase in tow as he opens the door to his hotel room and face plant into the bed. The skies above a city meant to live in sunshine continue to weep, so he turns on his side, facing the window to ponder. Not necessarily about much, because his thoughts have always been quite linear.

Kenma liked schedule. Predictability.

Booking a ticket to Paris three days after Tetsurou’s drunk speech was not predictable.

And because he spoke of the devil, his phone rings, flashing Tetsurou’s name in big, bold letters.

“You know,” Tetsurou’s voice drawls. “I don’t know what on God’s green earth even possessed you to jump on the first flight out of here to fucking—“ he pauses to inhale, before continuing, “—Paris out of every other city, but you did, and everyone’s confused as fuck.”

Kenma shifts in place, frankly wondering the same thing, but of course he’d never tell him that. There’s an ache that comes when he cracks his neck, but it’s a familiar one. He supposes that he’s used to a lot of things. The ache in his neck; the black roots that always grows faster than he can retouch them; Tetsurou’s voice that still sounds worse than his mother’s nagging.

“Why are you even there?” his voice comes again over the phone.

“You told me that I needed to do more,” Kenma replies.

The city still weeps. He wonders if someone’s out there trying to catch raindrops, or perhaps dance and kiss in the rain.

After all, it’s Paris, he thinks. A lot happens in a city people shroud with love.

“Do more,” Tetsurou parrots, confused.

Kenma nods, blinking with the tap, tap, tap that comes from the rain against his window.

The gears don’t turn in Tetsurou’s head until after a few more moments pass, his eyes eventually widening at the memory from three nights ago. It’s always been known that Kenma’s been more of a reserved person when it came to most things in life. Ever the calculated, side character type of person. For the most part it was okay, but he supposes that even the most silent could still have moments where they want to peek a little outside the view from inside the box.

Over the phone, Tetsurou smiles, nodding his head.

“You gotta live a little more, Ken, “ he remembers himself telling the younger man. Given that he was a little past tipsy when he made that impromptu speech, there was never an intention to say it as something to be understood as more than just a passing comment.

“See the world,” he said.

Kenma booked a ticket that night, and three days later he finds himself looking at Paris in the rain, with not much of a plan in mind.

“Do more,” he remembers.

And Tetsurou thinks that this counts.

“You trying to prove something to someone?” he asks Kenma, voice suddenly honest.

Kenma sighs, closing his eyes and thinking of the little world he lives within the big wide universe. He’s never really felt small, but sometimes even Tokyo gets lonely.

“Something like that,” he answers.

“—let’s show them we are better.”

The funny thing about serendipity is that it looks nothing like how it’s supposed to look like.

All your life, when you thought of happy moments in regards to love it was always an image that you thought was set in stone from day one.

Instead, it looks like this:

Wet concrete, a cup of coffee, and the rooftop with the view of the city that’s done nothing but weep since the day you arrived. The rain smelled nice, at least. There was always something about the way it lingered that reminded you of home.

—Of silver, and hazel, and pastel colors, and a goodbye that was said like a hello.

You sigh because you just know Sugawara Koushi’s the kind of person that means to linger after the exit.

But like the nature of serendipity, it’s three minutes later where things take a turn.

It turns into looking like a stranger with golden stars for eyes, a question always looking like it’s wanting to break past the barrier.

He shuffles awkwardly in place, looking like a deer caught in the headlights when you turn your face to look at him. You squint, having half the mind to greet him with a broken bonjour before he’s eventually bowing his head profusely and explaining that he’s sorry with an accent familiar to you.

Classic Tokyo boy, you snort.

“Rain kinda ruined the skyline, huh?” you prompt, breaking the silence.

He shrugs. “Not really here to see the city.”

You blink, not exactly phased. You came here following Koushi, so you were practically in the same boat.

“To do more,” he answers. Vague, you think.

Maybe not the same boat. The same ocean, riding the same current maybe, but not the same boat.

“Do more,” you repeat. “So like, are you soul searching?”

“This is beginning to sound like a bad fanfiction,” he mutters, shaking his head, then sighing. “I guess I’m trying to look outside my comfort zone.”

“Ah,” you nod your head. “So kinda like soul searching, but not really; I get it.”

Beside you, he straightens his back. “You do?”

You shrug. “Everybody’s always seeking for something aren’t they?”

He exhales a sigh that sounds more like a laugh so you laugh along with him.

“Mandy,” you say, giving him your name.

“Kenma,” he says, giving you his in return. “So what’s your story?”

You sigh, thinking about it and realizing that you’ve been feeling a little more lost than found lately.

“You really wanna dive straight into that?”

Kenma thinks of what do more exactly means, and settles that maybe this could be count as something to find the meaning to that.

He shrugs. “I’ll dive in if you do,” he answers, and just like that, the man besides you turns from just a rooftop stranger into a stranger with a name who knew just a little bit more about you than the usual you would think is okay.

(Maybe it’s Paris, or maybe it’s just the way your world has kind of tilted, but as you sound out your tale it feels kind of okay.)

Track 3: Roses | “Get drunk on the good life, I'll take you to paradise.”

“You’re going where?” Koushi asks you, eyes wide.

“Italy.”

Serendipity looks like this too. Wide eyes, and an unconvinced tilt to the head. It sounds like Koushi pacing back and forth in a room, his suitcase packed and ready to go, as is yours, but the destination on your respective tickets going somewhere different.

“Shit,” he says. You pause; he never was the type to curse much. “Do you need me to go with you?”

“I’m going with someone actually,” you decline, voice quiet. Mentally, you curse yourself. Why is your voice even quiet? Looking at it from an objective point of view, you’re an adult. You’re in control of your own salary, and sometimes impulsive decisions are granted because in the long run they’re good for the soul.

“You’re going with a stranger,” he deadpans.

You open your mouth, but no words come out. He had a point.

“Are you okay?”

The words he says sound familiar, and a part of you sighs to itself because in a way you’ve missed the familiar. Paris wasn’t familiar, and neither was the idea of Koushi telling you the forever kind of goodbye. Truth is, he could romanticize the see you later parting all he wanted, but that was kind of it. See you later becomes a couple photos you’ll stare at on social media then scroll past, then eventually into just greeting during the holidays before it dwindles into silence.

Just a box of photos of you and him from the coastal side rural city of your hometown, kept in a box, stored in an attic.

“I’m okay.”

You’re not. Sugawara Koushi and the little world back home is all you’ve known, and even if Paris in the rain became just a city caught in a thunderstorm to you, this wasn’t height of what the rest of the world had to offer.

So you smile. “I just wanna do something a little different for a change. I’m okay, I promise. A change is good right?”

The smile he gives you has you feeling terrified.

“—we could be beautiful.” | Italy

And the truth is, a lot of things really could be just that.

Kenma reminds himself that there’s a lot more to Italy than just the deeper saturated colors in the sky, and wider bloom of the roses, but sometimes his eyes wander. Doing more, rings in his head—again and again kind of like as if it’s a broken record.

So “doing more,” begins with thoughts.

He looks at you. A stranger he met by coincidence at a rooftop of a weeping Paris two weeks ago and now he’s suddenly walking along the coast of Italy with you beside him. He knows your name, a little bit of your story, and the fact that you have EDM music plus a couple of sad boy hour songs in your playlist.

He watches you smile when you lean down to smell the flowers, then wonders why you seem to look happier against the pink roses instead of the classic red.

All it takes is for you to smile at him, once, starry eyed and looking like all you know is the sun, and his thoughts stop for just a second before it spirals.

It fucking spirals. How does it fucking spiral?

The first thought that rings true and crystal fucking clear to him is that he’s certain that he wants to know than more than what he already does.

Why do you look happier next to pink instead of red? Why did it look like you wept with Paris? Why are you in Italy with a stranger you barely even know?

“—hideaway.”

Truth is, you think that Italy’s just a hideaway. One extra week away from home, so that goodbye isn’t goodbye yet.

When you look at Kenma whose eyes look distant when he stares at the distance, you wonder if he’s keeping his eyes on the horizon or trying to look past it.

Maybe Italy’s a hideaway for him too.

“Say you’ll never let me go.”

You fall asleep each night trying to tell yourself that he belongs with the city that cries, while the pastel colors of home would always be there for yours to cherish.

You don’t know what exactly you want to let go of just yet.

Serendipity has you looking at the world like it exists for you to conquer it, and perhaps for some it does. For you, you think you just want something to call yours, and for someone to call you theirs.

Track 4: All We Know | “Maybe we should let this go.”

Kenma’s the first to tell you about letting go.

You have half the mind to ask him of what exactly there even is to let go of, but it’s this one night in Italy where Sicily pours all over again.

“I didn’t know Europe liked to cry,” you laugh, staring at the streets outside.

“Maybe it’s just crying for us,” he offers as a response. To be fair, his words did work as if it’s consolation, so you give him credit for at least that and laugh with him.

Kenma’s nice.

He’s a stranger, but he’s nice.

It’s in Italy where you learned that he liked computer screens over window panes, and the buzz of Tokyo over the silence in Miyagi. He’s young, but he’s settled. There’s a house he’s trying to call home, and a kotatsu that serves him well during the winters.

He was a setter for a team, and has a friend that nags even more than his own mother.

Kenma likes apple pie, and despite the initial impression, he’s pretty good when it comes to conversation. He blushes when you look at him in the eye and smile, but eventually he stopped trying to avoid your gaze whenever you did do that.

You can feel him looking at you again, so you tug on your coat and walk towards where the awning of your impromptu shelter ends, palms stretched out to catch the rain.

(You think of Paris.)

“Wanna make a run for it?” Kenma suggests, hands shrugged in his pocket, and eyes looking like two pools of the most beautiful gold in front of you.

(—then you don’t.)

“Kozume Kenma’s getting kinda bold now,” you snicker, walking closer towards him then to the edge as the rain falls harder.

He puffs his cheeks, turning away from you to face the side, and shrugs off his coat to hold it above his head and your own.

And it’s true, you think; there’s something about gold eyes against dark streets and the bokeh of city lights that just fit. You think to yourself that you know his name, and a little slice of his life, but you want to ask him more.

You’re in Sicily with a familiar stranger, and it’s in this fleeting, little, perfect moment where you think that Paris has always just been a city. Never a chapter in a romance book or the postcard that you dreamed of standing in.

Italy looks like rain and now, and gold, and familiar strangers.

You’re not in love, but maybe you should let some things go.

A car drives past, and the streets clear. There’s more than just a few puddles on the ground, but Kenma’s eyes look like a prettier shade of the moon when it turns gold. He’s chuckling, in the way you think only you’ve heard among all the people in the world, and he feels close.

“—we’ve passed the end so we chase forever.”

So close that he could kiss you.

Is this what doing more means?

Maybe, he thinks; there’s a lot of maybes that comes with serendipity. With a sharp breath, you look at each other, then break out into a run.

“—this is all we know.”

You’re drenched in the rain and you’re laughing. Kenma’s long past given up trying to squeeze out rainwater from his jacket and instead just leans against the wall to look at you.

He likes to think that he’s part of the reason as to why you’ve smiled so much today.

“You good?” he hears you ask, and he nods.

“All good.”

He means it.

-

Track 5: Right Here | “Can we just talk it out like friends?”

-

“Are you running away because of someone?” Kenma asks.

You let his question sit for a few moments to think it through. Are you?

You don’t know, so you sigh, then look at him. “What does love look like to you?”

Kenma shrugs, but doesn’t ask about your question. Instead, he looks forward, twiddles with the frayed string of his sweater and gives you his truth. “It looks like a lot of things.”

He takes your silence as a response, so he continues.

“I love grocery stores at midnight,” he shrugs. “No lines.”

You nod your head, accepting his answer; you suppose that love could be that too. “I love League of Legends,” you try. “Even if some players can get toxic.”

“We should game then,” he mutters.

“Bet.”

You snicker, looking to the side and pretending like you didn’t see the faint dust of red on his cheeks. If he asks, you’ll just say that it’s because of the red in the sky and leave it at that.

He doesn’t, but he does ask for more slices of you. “What else?”

“I love how sunsets look in my city,” you say. “Cosplaying. The stars. My immaculate playlist. Pink roses over red. Purple hair.”

He nods, happy with the fact that he’s piecing together little bits and pieces of you.

“You love someone too,” he says, but the lilt in his voice gives away that he’s asking rather than just stating it.

You think about what he says. When you thought of love it’s always looked like all the shades of silver and maybe a couple palettes with just pastel. It looked like the beige of Paris and the cotton candy skies from home.

Then in comes the rain, the world drenched, and past the rose colored lenses you finally begin to see the first hues of every other color.

Italy, with this vibrant, beautiful kaleidoscope, and Kenma, who stands in the center of it.

You see gold, gold, gold.

“You love someone,” he says, and when the world love registers in your ear you think about how much you loved getting caught in the downpour from last night.

“I do love someone,” you tell him, because a part of you would always call that love. It’s in Italy, next to a stranger, where you learn that love doesn’t always have to be this or that. In reality, it’s actually as simple as being this and that.

The waves off the coast, and the sunny city from the postcards drenched in front of your eyes. The calm before the storm, then the beauty of how the rain falls and wind howls right after. You come to love running from point A to point B in a downpour, with a stranger who held his jacket over you and him as an attempt to keep you dry.

Love can be Koushi, still, and always.

As you calling him later that night and telling him about the adventure that serendipity took you in. He tells you a little bit about Paris, and how he’s always going to be right there, when you need it.

You nod to yourself as he says those words, because you’re fine with the fact that even if he won’t, you can always tell yourself that you’re right here for you.

Track 6: Nobody Compares To You | “Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you.”

To Kenma, you are what comes with both Paris and Italy and the serendipity found after trying to find a face to correlate with “doing more.”

You’re sitting beside him, on the window seat of a plane headed home, and he spends the duration of the flight above seas thinking that he doesn’t want to approach a goodbye.

At the end of the day, he realizes that he’s just a stranger. And maybe to you he’s just going to be a photograph in an old SD card you’d look at once every couple of years before forgetting about it in an attic, or losing in some corner of a house that would you see you for the rest of this lifetime.

He’s never looked at unpredictability in the face. His whole life he’s sneered at the sight of a break in routine, and what’s unfamiliar, because not everything is laid out for him to acclimate to.

He thinks to himself that maybe Italy would be enough, and the downpour of Europe are wild enough of a memory to catapult him into seeing a little more.

Because he saw so much.

“Do more,” he hears Tetsurou say.

Was booking the first flight out of the country without a plan enough?

Kenma shakes his head no. It was a step, but it wasn’t enough.

Telling himself that he’s always going to have Sicily isn’t enough. Leaning in close, almost kissing you once, and watching the hues of the world burst like fireworks and settle into paintings against the depths of your eyes just once isn’t enough. Knowing that you love to play league but not know who your favorite champions are don’t even come close to being enough either.

He wants this, and wants to know you.

He’s certain that Mandy is a name he’s always going to remember despite the age, but he wants to ask you so much more.

Kenma acknowledges the thought that he wants more photographs on his phone and nights where he’d have no choice but to run across the street in a downpour. The truth that he finds in Italy is that there’s nobody like you, because you are who comes with the colors that he never thought he’d discover outside of Tokyo.

Suddenly the routine he’s bound to come home to isn’t enough anymore.

You’re both skies above Japan, and he wants to look at you watch the sunset and talk about all the things you love again. Whether it be in Italy or Paris. Japan or the rest of the world. Under the shelter of sunlight or in the eye of the storm.

He wants to ask you why you love pink roses more than red.

This isn’t love—not just yet, but it could be.

Track 7: Something Just Like This | “How much you wanna risk?”

All you’ve known is silver, but perhaps gold works too.

Kenma stands beside you, luggage in hand, and the exit a few steps away. How much does he want to risk exactly?

Not a whole lot.

The routine that used to be enough was never a whole lot.

He shifts his weight back and forth between each foot as he wracks his brain with thoughts of what he could say.

On the other hand, you don’t want to say goodbye.

Something just like what you have now is nice. The company of a stranger you saw the world be doused in colors in with is nice. Parting then potentially forgetting isn’t nice.

You think to yourself that maybe all you’ll be to him is a face to match a name, and a stranger meant to remain in only photographs of this slice of his life.

As you close your eyes, the colors of pastel and silver flashes behind your eyelids, but they aren’t blinding. You know it’s not because of just Italy and that rooftop in Paris that gives an answer as to why you’re suddenly seeking gold.

How much do you wanna risk? What exactly is there to risk?

Kenma’s the first to break the silence. “Do we say goodbye here or are we going to do something dumb like book another ticket to another country?”

You bite back a laugh, peeking at him through the curtain of your bangs. He doesn’t look away this time, so you offer him a smile when he meets you halfway.

Now that you think about it, Kenma’s always sort of met you halfway.

(It’s nice.)

“I don’t think my bank account would appreciate me booking another ticket on impulse right now,” you laugh.

Kenma’s eyes glimmer, and you think, gold.

“So you’re saying you’d still go with me?” he asks.

“Not everybody is a CEO to their own company, so maybe next time,” you chuckle, amused at the way he seems to deflate ever so slightly at your words.

“Next time,” he mutters, nodding to himself. “We’ll see each other next time?”

You shrug. “I mean, I’d run in the rain with you again.”

He laughs, shoulders shaking a little, eyes crinkling along with his smile. “See you in the next time?”

The way you smile at him has Kenma thinking about the boundaries evident between saying that he wants to do more than actually doing more. So it’s when you’ve turned your back, a few meters already away from him where he exhales a sigh and calls out your name.

You turn around before he even finishes.

What you see is gold. Gold, gold, beautiful gold; as the center of the kaleidoscope of colors.

“If I kiss you the next time, would you kiss me back?”

Kenma’s still as he sounds out his words, the taste of it foreign in his tongue. But he welcomes it this time. You’re looking at him like he gave you the sun, and he holds his breath.

“Earlier in the trip, back in Paris you said you were looking for something,” you tell him first. “Did you find it?”

A pause, then a smile. “Answer my question first.”

You think about what you’d have to risk if you answer yes, but the only thing that comes to mind are colors you know you’re starting to grow out of, so you roll your eyes, laughing. “Then I’ll look forward to that next time.”

He exhales, shoulders feeling light. “Good to know because I think I found what I was looking for too.”

You prolong the see you later. “Was it yourself or something else?”

The answer comes to him naturally, and he grins. “A little bit of both, actually.”

[bbaronpiper]

Moment of weakness pt.2

Hi guys! part 2 is here. I just wanted to say thank you all so so much for all the feedbacks, support, likes and reblogs for the previous part. It made my heart swell with joy. love you all! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Please know that I tried to tone down the angst on this part. but failed. haha sorry, I’m a sucker for angst stories. 

Anyway, heres part 1 if you haven’t read it yet. 

Warnings: lots and lots of angst, cheating, swearing, use of drugs and writings of an amateur wanna-be writer.

GIF not mine ctto.

Arón x reader

Arón’s P.O.V

Loud music was blasting through the speakers as the crowd go crazy. Night out with the boys was always fun. And it is. But not for me at least not tonight. Guilt was drowning me. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard Miguel’s voice.

“Do you love her?” Miguel asked me out of nowhere. But I answered immediately. It was a no brainer question. “Si, I love her with everything in me” I said wholeheartedly.

“Who?” He raised an eyebrow. “Hermano, I never mentioned a name. Who were you thinking?” he said with a straight face. He knew about my unfaithfulness. Oh boy how he wanted to beat the shit out of me when he found out I was cheating on Y/N. I begged him not to say a word saying I should be the one to tell her. And I was really planning to. I just don’t know how.

“Y/N, of course. She’s my girlfriend” I meant it. I was really thinking of her when I answered Miguel’s question.

“Then why are you doing this to her?” Miguel pushed as if I wasn’t on the verge of a mental breakdown yet.

He had me speechless. This fucker. It felt like as if a truck on full speed ran over me, shift gear to reverse and ran me over and over again. “No more” I whispered to answer Miguel’s question.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A moment of weakness. The other woman, she, who-shall-not-be-named and I met on set. She was our make-up artist. Damn, Y/N even met her once when she visited me. There was no excuse to what I did or why I did it but that supposed to be a one-time thing became a bad habit. 4 months. I’ve been fucking her for four months and I swore every damn time that it was the last one. That we’ll stop. But I craved for her. Stupid.

But that’s over now. Tomorrow, I swear I will end it once and for all. I can’t do this to Y/N anymore. I love her too much. Fuck. I even bought her a ring. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, make up for all the mistakes I’ve done.

Sometimes, part of me just wanted to pretend I did nothing wrong, go on with life and not tell Y/N. I am scared as hell but she deserved better.  I knew what the consequences might be but I owe her the truth. My hands are shaking I couldn’t even insert the fucking key on my door’s keyhole. “Joder!” I sigh frustrated.

 Once I got in our apartment. All things went to shit. Everything was a blur. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor wishing a truck really just ran me over.

I lost her. Puta mierda. I lost her.

 ---

Hours turned to days, turned to weeks, turned to months. I don’t even know what the date today is. All I know is that I want to numb the pain. And what better way to do that than to turn to alcohol and drugs. I felt my body getting weaker everyday but I don’t give a fuck. What else am I gonna lose? Oh, that’s right. Nothing! Oh god, I don’t even know where she is right now. I tried to call her. I tried to look for her but nobody knows where she is. I really tried.

So here I am sitting on my bathroom floor drowning in sorrow, high as fuck. I feel awful but that doesn’t compare to the hurt I felt when she told me she was done with me. I keep on hearing her voice inside my head. I see her every damn time I close my eyes. Memories flooded in my brain. The way she looked at me with anger in her eyes. The pain and disappointment in her voice as she told me she knew for months. She’s been suffering alone for months. But I was too selfish to see it. If I just loved her properly maybe I would still have her.

I miss the warmth of her body. Her soft lips against mine. The way our bodies perfectly fit together when we’re making love. How she would always make my days better. She’s my rock, my everything, she kept me sane. I wished I realized this sooner before I hurt her as badly as I did.

Everything is spinning, my head hurts like a bitch.

---

Y/N’s P.O.V

You swore you’ll never be back here but you need to get the rest of your things. It’s been a month and a half in hell. You don’t know what to expect. Maybe he’s with her. You thought. Maybe he asked her to move in with him by now. But you couldn’t care less. It’s none of your business now. All you have to do was to grab your things as fast as you could and fly out the window.

You open the front door and slowly walked in like a thief, careful not to be seen nor heard. You went straight to the room you used to share with Arón. You felt a sting on your heart. You missed this. As you were grabbing your bags, you heard a small sound coming in the bathroom.

Fuck! He’s home. You panicked.

You don’t know what’s gotten into you but you felt like you have to check the bathroom and so you did.

As you entered, you saw him sitting on the cold hard floor with his back leaning on the wall for support. He had his eyes closed and looking so pale as the night you left him. It scared you for a while thinking he’s passed out or even dead. Until he stirred a little. You let out a sigh of relief.

You felt bad for him. Yes, he broke you, but still, you loved him once in your life and seeing him like this still had an impact on you. So, you kneeled in front of him. Held his face trying to get his eyes to open. “Hey, Arón?” you nervously said.

“No, no, no, god, no, por favor, no… Detener, hazlo parar.” (…stop, make it stop) he whispered. Eyes still shut closed.

You were confused. ‘til you looked around and saw empty bottles of alcohol. And what the fuck is that? Is that joint? And Pills? Oh, god. He mixed all of this? You thought to yourself. That’s when it clicked you. He thought he was hallucinating.

You got up to get a towel. You soaked it with cold water and wipe Arón’s face with it gently. Memories of you with him starts to creep in and you swore you wanted to run away. But you stayed.

“Arón” you tried speaking to him again. Shaking him a little. That’s when his eyes opened.

“Y/N,” he whispered. You barely heard him, he looked straight at you. “Bebé? Is it really yo.. are you really here?” he said as he reached out for you for confirmation that you really are there.

“Yes, I’m here. what did you do? What’s all this? How are you feeling?” you asked all those questions. Sounding more concern than you should be. As if you were still his girlfriend.

He just shrugged as tears start building up on his tired eyes. It took a while for him to answer “I missed you bebesita”

“I told you not to call me that” oh no, the anger you had inside you starts to resurface.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did. I-I.. just missed you s-so much. Duele mucho.” (it hurts so bad) He said. Finding it difficult to speak. Shutting his eyes again. Wincing in pain. Not because he felt like shit because of drugs and alcohol but because he felt your anger towards him.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed so you can rest. I’ll make you some soup” trying to hold back tears. He will never see me shed a tear for him ever again. you thought.

You helped him up. Lead him to bed and when he lied down, he murmured “Gracias” as you wiped his face and torso with the towel you still have on hand. Gulping a little when you saw his bare torso. god! he’s beautiful. You snapped out of it and pull the covers up to cover him. Not today satan! You thought to yourself.

You look at his sleeping form for a few seconds. Indulging his appearance: his pouty lips that you oh so loved, his mini tattoos, his moles, his shaved head with his little curls starting to grow back, for one last time. As you wished this was really the last time you had to see him. You wanted to move on. You needed to move on. But as you turn around, he grabbed you by the wrist.

“Stay. Lay down with me. Por favor… at least just until I fall asleep” He begged looking at you. You can hear the pain and tiredness in his voice.

You just stood there dumbfounded not knowing what to do. “Please” you heard him repeat himself. That’s when you finally gave in. took off your shoes and got under the covers with him. Fucking satan’s not done yet. He got me this time.

You were laying on your back when he turned to you and put his head on your shoulder and wrapped an arm around you. And you let him. You let him. It felt like it was killing you over again but at the same time it brought you sanctuary. You don’t even know how that’s possible. But you missed this. You missed him.

Both of you were enjoying the moment in silence until he spoke softly “Y/N, I’m really sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you… if I could just turn back time you know I wou…” you cut him off.

“Shut up, Arón” your chin starts to quiver as you felt fresh tears starting to form. “Please. Stop it. I can’t...” you were the one begging now.

He obeyed you. Not a single word fell out of his lips. His breathing was steady and you could hear his soft snores signaling he’s already asleep. You carefully got out of bed. Then headed to the get the rest of the bags you came here for. You had already prepared them that dreadful night. And just as you were about to turn the doorknob to leave. You heard him speak in his sleep.

“She’s not worth it, Bebé”

And just like that. all the tears you held all day, burst. You covered your mouth with your hand and hurried yourself to get out of that room and closed the door. You slide down on it as you felt your legs got weaker while you cried your heart out. Fuck you satan, that one hurt like a bitch.

Oh, how the tables have turned. Now, you were the one on the floor, weeping.

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Note: That’s it guys! I was torn between a happy ending or this one. But since I’m an angsty biatch, I went for this one. And I’m not really sure if we are supposed to forgive someone who broke us like this. Anyway, before we get personal here, I want to thank ya’ll again for reading.

Also, I’m considering on making this a trilogy. Oorrr it’s better just to leave it like this. What do you think? Feel free to drop suggestions. Ciao! <3

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UPDATE! READ PART 3 HERE 

[skinsharpenedteeth]

MG Week Day 6- “Are you Drunk?”

Michael Guerin Week Day 6 - “Are you drunk?” Words: 2376 Teens and up.

                Michael nearly jumped out of his skin when a pounding on his door woke him out of sleep. It sounded like someone with an axe to grind and he’d just gotten to sleep longer than 3 hours for the first time in weeks. Groaning, he rolled off his bed and grabbed the dirty pair of jeans he’d worn that day off the floor. The pounding continued and he cursed as the zipper got caught halfway up.

              “Jesus, save your hand. I’m coming already!” Michael yelled, trying to get the zipper to unstick and finally just giving up. Whoever was calling at this hour would just have to suffer some pubes.

              Hopping down the two steps, Michael tried to swing open the Airstream door but a weight was keeping him from opening it all the way.

              “What the….?” He mumbled, pushing harder to get the door to move. He heard a startled exclamation and then a thump of someone hitting the dirt outside. He pushed the door all the way open and looked out into the area he liked to think of as his front yard. Alex Manes was groaning and rolling in the dirt.

              “Oh my god, Alex! Are you okay?” Michael exclaimed, jumping down onto the dirt and rushing over to kneel by Alex’s side. Alex turned onto his side and reached out, grabbing onto Michael’s knees.

              “I am not fine. The world will not stop spinning,” he slurred, grimacing and squeezing his eyes shut.

              “Uh, are you drunk?” Michael asked, not knowing where to put his hands or what to do. He’d never seen Alex this way before.

              “Does it look like I’m drunk?” Alex asked, his voice low and the words running together slightly.

              “Uh… yeah. Yeah it does. Why are you drunk?” Michael asked on a sigh. He decided he’d help Alex at least get out of the dirt so he got an arm under his shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position.

              “Whooa… oh God. Too fast. You did that way too fast,” Alex moaned, turning a little green and breathing loudly through his nose.

              “Why are you drunk, Alex?” Michael asked again, starting to feel a little perturbed.

              “Because whiskey is an alcohol and is delicious when mixed with things,” Alex answered in uncharacteristic sarcasm.

              “Yes, yes it is. But you’re not the drunk in this dynamic. You’re the stoic, passive aggressive one and I’m the erratic, self-sabotaging asshole. So why are you taking my act, Manes?” Michael asked while eyeing the metal chairs he had set up around his fire pit.

              “You. Forrest. Life,” Alex answered sadly, staring down at his hands which were scuffed from the fall and slightly bloody. Michael sighed loudly and thanked everyone who’d ever had to deal with his shit while he was inebriated. Thank God only Iz could read minds.

              “Okay, we’re going to unpack some of that if you want in a minute. But first we’re going to get you to sit in one of those chairs over there and then I’m going to get some first aid stuff to clean your hands… and possibly a puke bucket. Ready to move?” Michael asks, watching Alex sway side to side as he sat staring down at his hands with an adorable, slightly confused look on his face.

              “I didn’t even notice,” Alex mumbled quietly, still looking at his hands as Michael started to hoist him into a standing position.

              Once he got his feet under him, it was obvious standing was not going to be Alex’s strong suit. He wobbled violent in Michael’s arm, his body lurching as they started walked the three feet towards the metal sitting chairs. Michael was glad the night was kind of cool since a fine sweat at broken out on Alex’s face as they’d moved. He dumped Alex as gently as possible into the metal chair. Alex started to slump down the chair slightly and Michael sighed exasperatedly. Looking down at Alex whose eyes were closed again and who had possibly passed out, he decided to use his telekinesis to steady his legs so they wouldn’t slip on the gravel and deposit Alex back in the dirt.

              “I’m going into my trailer to get the first aid stuff. Don’t. Move,” he commanded before starting to take a step away.

              Faster than he would’ve thought possible, Alex flung an arm out and grabbed onto his jeans pulling him back to the side of the chair. Michael let himself be dragged, feeling a little amused at drunk Alex, and stood still while Alex wrapped his arms around Michael’s thighs and pressed the side of his face into Michael’s stomach.

              “Don’t go! You’re so warm and it’s cold out here. I don’t want you to go,” Alex moaned piteously, his arms tightening and almost buckling Michael’s knees. Michael’s hands automatically grabbed onto Alex’s shoulders to try and keep from falling. As soon as it was clear Alex wasn’t going to keep squeezing and unbalancing him, Michael let him hug him for a minute while he rubbed back. He looked up at the sky and stared at the vastness of space and thought, self-indulgently for a moment, Why him?

              “You’re so warm and soft,” Alex said with a hum of pleasure as he rubbed his cheek against the hair on Michael’s stomach. A part of Michael that should have absolutely no part in what was happening twitched in interest and Michael’s hands tensed on Alex’s shoulders in surprised horror, Alex hadn’t felt anything. But of course he did. He couldn’t feel that his hands were bleeding, but he could feel a tiny muscle movement through denim and the numbness that came with inebriation.

              “Oooo, wanna play, Guerin?” Alex asked, hooking a finger onto his stuck zipper and starting to pull his pants away from his skin. Michael slapped his hand quickly and took a step back, breaking free of Alex’s now one-armed hold on his leg. Alex was looking surprised and affronted that he’d smacked his hand.

              “No!” Michael said, his voice in front of him like he was disciplining a bad puppy. “No, sir. Not tonight. Not when you’re dating someone else. If you need to hear it in Spanish, I can say it that way too: No!”

              Alex was looking at him and pouting. Later, Michael would find that look endearing and flattering, but right now he was just annoyed. When Alex continued to just look at him in silence, Michael turned and started back towards the Airstream.

              “Stay there. Don’t vomit,” he commanded over his shoulder as he bounded up the steps and went in search of his first aid kit. Being an alien who didn’t trust hospitals or normal medical care from professionals he had quite a collection of medical supplies in his personal arsenal against weeping wounds and lacerations. So, when he returned to see Alex now leaning far back in the chair staring at the stars, he was carrying a tacklebox with him.

              Setting down the tacklebox next to Alex’s chair, he drug another of his metal chairs over so he could sit across from him. Alex was still pouting, staring at the sky and Michael elected to ignore it. He was getting pretty tired of Drunk Alex for the evening. He wanted to be back in his bed sleeping since he would be up in the next four hours for work. Opening the box, he dug out some wet wipes and grabbed one of Alex’s hands, turning the palm up so he could start wiping the blood and debris from his scraped skin.

              “Ow!” Alex said indignantly, sitting up and starting to pull his hand back. Michael held onto it firmly and pinned Alex down with a look. Alex was only able to hold his eyes for a minute before he murmured, “it hurt…”

              “Well, it might do that. I’ll try to be gentler,” Michael replied, wiping the grime away more softly than before. Alex watched him work, slowly picking out any pieces of gravel that had imbedded themselves in his wounds and wiping more gently to pull away the dried blood from his skin. Michael worked for a few minutes cleaning each hand and then dabbing the cuts with peroxide.

              “I’m sorry, Michael,” Alex said softly as Michael started painting Nu Skin over his injuries.

              “Gunna tell me what all this was about?” Michael asked, not looking up from what he was doing in hopes it would help Alex open up about whatever had precipitated him getting rip roaring drunk and banging on Michael’s door at owl o’clock.

              “Ugh,” was all Alex said at first, closing his eyes and looking back up at the stars while Michael got started on his other hand.

              “Forrest is great,” he said, sounding sad and confused.

              “Okay,” Michael said slowly, trying not to get defensive or jealous about Alex’s admission. “That’s a bad thing?”

              “No…yes.. I don’t know, maybe?” Alex looked back down at Michael’s hands on his, seeming to collect his thoughts before continuing. “He’s really nice, ya know? He makes me laugh, he treats me well, he’s… you know? But, I’m… I’m not me around him. I feel like I’m playing this version of myself that isn’t broken and I’ve been really scared that he’d see that part of me. He’d realize I’d been lying to him about… about being the kind of person who was happy and easy to like all the time.”

              Michael thought about it. He could understand the sentiment. He didn’t trust nice people. ‘Nice’ people always seemed to have a price for their good deeds and he would rather know up front what that price would be. Sometimes it was sex, sometimes it was work, sometimes it was finding a pedestal for them to perch from so they got to continue being ‘so nice’, but there was always, ALWAYS something they wanted in return. But, Alex was nice, too and he wasn’t sure that Alex had ever asked for anything in return for it.

              “You are easy to like, Alex. It’s not like your broken parts are showing all the time. If he’s all those great things then… then he should know somewhere that you’re also human. I mean, does he know about your dad? Or all the shit you went through overseas?” Michael asked, leaning back and finally looking at Alex’s face. He’d been watching it in his peripheral vision, but once again was struck at how beautiful he was even when shit faced. Alex was running his fingers over the dry Nu Skin contemplatively.

              “Yeah. I mean, he doesn’t know know. But he’s knows my dad was a terrible human being and obviously he knows about…” Alex leaned over and knocked on his prosthetic. “He was in the military. It’s not like he doesn’t know what goes on where I was stationed.”

              “But you still feel like you’re faking it with him?” Michael asked, arms wrapping around his own torso and telling himself it was because of the chill in the air and his lack of a shirt. He suddenly felt very underdressed for this serious of a discussion.

              “I just… I’m afraid I’ll ruin it. I’ve never been in love with anyone besides you. I’m not saying I’m in love with him, but I could see us possibly being functional and happy together,” Alex was glancing at Michael nervously, whether ready to apologize for loving him or for pointing out that he and Alex together didn’t equal functional or happy he didn’t know. But he understood. He’d stepped away that night at the Wild Pony because he knew they were in a sick cycle and they both needed to get away from it in order to get back on track. If they ever were to get back on track. He rubbed his hands over his face and sat forward on his knees to steady himself.

              “If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But it won’t be because you ‘ruined’ anything, okay?” Michael offered. He didn’t know how to tell Alex that as much as he saw himself as ‘damaged goods’ he was still the best person Michael had ever known. Still the only person Michael would have ever considered himself to have been ‘in love’ with. He loved Maria, but he’d loved feeling like the good guy even more. He’d loved the easy manner between them. Maybe that’s what Alex meant by functional.

              “I guess. I should be getting home,” he said, trying to stand up and somehow managing to stagger still halfway sitting. Michael reached out and tucked his hands under his arms to steady him.

              “Yeah right. You can sleep in my bed. You’re not driving anywhere tonight, airman,” Michael said, letting go as soon as Alex’s feet were under him. “Think you can make it inside on your own steam?”

              “Yeah, yeah, I can,” Alex said, turning and starting towards the trailer. Michael sat back down and watched him, ready to jump up if he looked like he was going to stumble. Once Alex was inside the doorway he turned and looked over his shoulder, confused when he had to look for Michael back at the chairs.

              “You not coming?”

              “Nah. I’m going to watch the stars for a little bit. Go ahead and lay down,” Michael called over. After a pause, Alex nodded and went inside. Michael set his feet up in Alex’s vacated chair and leaned back to look up at the sky again. He could only find the most obvious of constellations without consulting a chart. His body felt heavy and his mind was starting to stall out now that the action was over. Sighing, he took one longing look at the trailer before getting up and padding over to his truck. He opened the passenger door and reached under the seat pulling out an old red and grey knit blanket that Isobel has made him one year at summer camp. Then he climbed into the cab, shut the door behind him and spread out on along the bench seat, using his arms for a pillow. He might wake up with a crick in his neck, but at least his conscience would be clean.

[thebumblebyog]

The Celebration at Bright Moon (Part 1)

(First fan fiction I’ve written in a long while; I’m thinking this will be a four or five part story. Let me know what you think!)

Catra lay curled up in a low tree branch at the edge of the whispering wood, which in about an hour had become her new favorite napping spot. She heard Bow and Glimmer coming a mile away and thought about leaving before they got close enough to annoy her, but the sun was warm and it had been so long since she’d gotten any sleep that she decided to risk it.

“Heeeeeeeeey, Catra!” Bow yelled from under the tree, his dopey smile audible in his voice.

Catra’s tail bristled and she turned over, scrunching her face and trying to hold onto her sleep.

“Ugh, go away you two!” Catra said, too fresh from sleep to yell.

“Don’t be like that,” Glimmer shouted defensively, “We wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“If that were true you’d let me sleep,” Catra mumbled.

“Yeah! How’s the newest member of the best friends squad doing?!” Bow shouted.

“Just because we’re friends now doesn’t mean I wanna be in your stupid club, Bow,” Catra yelled without looking, hoping that would be enough to get them to leave her alone.

In a flash, Glimmer was up in the tree with her, “Ha! So you admit that we’re friends!”

Catra jumped and hissed, falling off of her branch and sinking to all fours as she hit the ground. Maybe staying put had been the wrong choice.

“Ugh, what do you want?!” Catra yelled as Glimmer teleported back next to Bow.

“Can’t we just want to see how you are? It’s been...kind of a big day,” Glimmer said with a shrug toward her massive understatement and taking Bow’s hand, cuddling up to him.

“I’m fine, aside from being pulled from a perfectly good nap,” Catra turned to climb back up her tree, “speaking of which, if that’s all you wanted-“

“Actually as long as we have you-“ Bow raised his hand.

“Of course it’s not,” Catra sighed as she stepped back down.

“There’s going to be a huge party tonight to celebrate the defeat of Horde Prime and the liberation of Etheria!” Glimmer shouted with sparkling eyes.

Catra rolled her eyes “Great, fireworks, even less sleep.”

“Ugh, Catra, you’re the worst!” Glimmer moaned, “Just have some fun; I think you’ve earned it after everything we’ve been through! Literally everyone is going to be there!”

“Yeah, about that,” Catra raised an eyebrow condescendingly, “I’m pretty sure me at a princess party will bring back some rough memories for everyone involved.”

“Really, princess prom? That’s your excuse? We’ve faced alien armadas, clone armies, and the near destruction of the universe, and you’re worried people will be thinking about a party you ruined last year?” Glimmer stared in annoyed disbelief.

“Come on,” Bow cut in, his stupid smile changing into an even stupider smile, “You can take Adora.”

“What?” Catra blushed, stepping halfway around the tree, trying to create a barrier between her and these annoying people, “Why would I- I mean, what do you mean take Adora?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Glimmer’s stupid smile looked exactly like Bow’s, they were already acting like such a couple. “We saw how you two were with each other when you got back from the heart.”

“So, what happened between you two crazy kids?” Bow said, leaning forward.

“Nothing!” Catra hissed.

“Come ooon!” Glimmer demanded.

“Tell us!!!” Bow begged.

The duo chased Catra around the tree, switching sides with her.

Catra spun around the tree, too fast for them, “Why don’t you just ask Adora?”

“We did on the way over here. She blushed, awkwardly babbled for a minute, and ran to her room with a weird excuse,” Bow shrugged.

“That’s how we KNOW it’s good!” Glimmer said, bouncing a little.

“Uuuuuuugh, you two are...” Catra stopped and took a deep breath.

‘Like Perfuma said, these are your friends, you can trust them with your feelings,’ she thought.

‘If this doesn’t go well I’m gonna scratch Perfuma so hard,’ she thought immediately afterwards.

“When we were down there, Adora was unconscious, and...fading. I was so scared I would lose her that I told her she had to stay because...” Catra looked and the ground and blushed a little, tapping her claws together, “because I love her.”

Bow gasped and covered his mouth, But Glimmer kept her cool, “and what did she say?”

Catra blushed much harder, but not from embarrassment anymore, “She said she loved me too.”

Bow and Glimmer both gasped and held each other.

“Hey, do you wanna hear the rest or not?” Catra shouted.

“There’s more?!” Bow squeaked.

“No! I mean, well...we kissed,” Catra was still blushing, but it was easy to smile at that part. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being honest with these two.

Bow started crying, weeping really. Glimmer teleported about thirty times in three seconds. Maybe it was a little bad being honest with these two.

“It’s like you want me to go back to hating you!”

“The best friends squad is also...” Bow sniffed and fought back more tears, “The best couples squad!”

Catra stopped blushing as the blood ran out of her face and she took a step back, “I didn’t say anything about us being a couple.”

“It kind of feels like you did,” Glimmer chuckled.

“Well I didn’t!” Catra snapped.

“So wait...you two aren’t together?” Bow asked, looking severely confused and a little disappointed.

“I mean...I dunno.” Catra turned away and wrapped her tail around her torso without noticing.

“Do you...not want to be with her?” Glimmer asked. Bow gasped at the thought.

“Don’t be stupid, of course I do!” Catra yelled, this was getting too confusing, “I just don’t know if...ugh, I just don’t know if we’re together!”

“Seriously?!” Bow yelled “After all of that, after everything that just went down, you don’t think you and Adora are together?!”

“I mean I know that we’re...it’s not like I think...” Catra sighed, stupid Perfuma getting her to share feelings, “look, a few hours ago there was an alien dictator and a magical super-weapon to worry about. We didn’t exactly have time for a conversation about...whatever it is we’re doing.”

“But you ARE doing something, right?! You can admit that, RIGHT?!” Bow was reaching his hands out like eyes looked like they might pop out of his head.

“...maybe?” Catra was definitely going to scratch Perfuma for the way being vulnerable was turning out.

“What do you mean maybe?! Do you think Adora confused the words ‘I love you’ and kissing with a friendly hello and a firm handshake?! Do you think it was a prank or something?!” Bow was starting to get a little unhinged, he could be...intense when it came to romance.

“I know she meant it, I’m just...not sure that loving me means she wants to be with me,” Catra mumbled

“Ugh, you’re ridiculous!” Glimmer shouted as she walked in an angry little circle around Bow, “how could you think that Adora doesn’t want to be with you when she literally just said that she loves you?!”

“Because I don’t deserve her, okay!” Catra screamed. Bow and Glimmer’s faces changed from looks of annoyance to concern. “It’s not like it is between you two; you’ve always been on the same side, always been there for each other. Of course you want to be together. But me? I’ve done so much to hurt her that I don’t even think I would have told Adora how I felt if I hadn’t been afraid she was about to...” Catra’s voice was getting higher, more strained, tears had started pooling at the corners of her eyes.

“Catra-“ Bow reached out his hand to touch her on the shoulder, but she slapped it away.

“We kissed when we thought we might die! When it was just the two of us! But now we’re out here in the world again, and you want me to go with her to your stupid party with all of the people that she loves and that I’ve hurt!” The anger on Catra’s face was gone now, all that was left was fear and hurt, “What if she remembers all the things I’ve done and she leaves me again!”

Catra took a a shaky breath and wiped her eyes as anger started creeping back over her face again like armor. Glimmer stepped forward and reached for Catra’s hands.

“Get away from me!” She tried to push her away the way she had with Bow, but Glimmer was more persistent, grabbing both of her friend’s wrists and holding them tight between the two of them.

“Catra, look at me,” Glimmer said sternly.

Catra continued looking away, trying to feel anger, annoyance, anything but afraid.

“Look at me!” Glimmer broke through, and Catra managed to turn her head toward the queen.

“You’ve done a lot of bad things, and you have to take responsibility for them. That’s going to be hard,” Glimmer said firmly but kindly.

“Gee, thanks sparkles, I feel way better,” she sighed defeatedly.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to punish yourself,” Glimmer’s voice had softened, “You’ve changed so much, done so much good! You saved my life! Adora’s life! The whole universe!”

Catra made more eye contact and relaxed her shoulders a little, letting Glimmer take her hands.

“You’re not perfect Catra, nobody is. But you are good. I know that, and Adora knows that too.”

“You really think so?” Catra said, her voice trembling just a little.

“Absolutely. You just have to trust her,” Glimmer squeezed Catra’s hand, “She will always see that you’re good Catra, because she loves you.”

Glimmer patted Catra on the shoulder and was about to turn to leave when Catra suddenly lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her.

“Thank you,” Catra whispered.

Stunned, Glimmer wrapped her arms around Catra.

Bow started to tear up. “This is such a beautiful moment for the best friends squad.”

Catra rolled her eyes, “Could you talk him into picking a better name?”

Glimmer chuckled as the two broke their embrace and stepped apart, “Believe me, I’ve tried, but he’s never letting it go.”

“We were just about to head to the kitchen to eat before the celebration,” Bow said more calmly, getting control of himself again, “Want to come?”

“Thanks, but I’m gonna go find Adora,” Catra said, wiping her eyes and smiling, “I think there’s something I have to ask her.”

[lovelyrhink]

i’ll try everything once

a few years after graduating college, rhett and link explore an everlasting playfulness through their mid-twenties. it’s late into the evening, at house party down the street, when rhett starts giving link eyes like he’s never before.

they’re roommates in a ‘burban house with two other guys, but as they sit across from each other now, they’re surrounded by a ring of ten. music pulses low under the hum of drunken murmurings, and the space feels loose and comfortable like it does when men treat each other like brothers. link sips his ~nth beer, sets his gaze on rhett, and studies him in a manner anything but. 

he’s laughing, nudging the guys next to him. his thighs are splashed with beer and link admires how pink his face gets when he’s pissed, sloppy-happy. all but link slip into a curious and slurry dialogue, and he stays quiet as the guys start talking about drugs. someone asks if anyone’s tried coke, or acid, and some of link’s friends titter a positive, offering their stories. it goes like that, guys telling each other what and what not to take, planning dates for mushroom trips.

the party teases into the night, bypassing a drunken truth-or-dare with a biting, we’re not teenage girls! someone rolls a joint, and after two rounds of puff-n-pass, one of the twelve asks another question. link likes him. noah, he thinks, the noah that’s nice and a little bit shy. when he asks, “would you ever suck a dick for drugs? or money?” link’s belly lurches. 

that’s when rhett says it. he pipes up, “i’ll try everything once,” and over-emphasizes a wink. the two on his sides shove him, but a few of the other laughing boys nod or shrug. rhett’s laughing, too, a beautiful sound to match the pretty of his face. his cute little teeth flash an unabashed confidence, but then he fixes his eyes on link. he sits up goes a little softer in the brows.

link’s breath catches at the strange mischief in his face, but it’s his cock that twitches when rhett wraps his lips on the head of his beer, unwavering stare. he lingers as he sips, keeping his eyes on link as heat floods through the boy at the receiving end. rhett finishes his bottle and alerts the boys for another round, leaving link fizzling. link swallows the lump in his throat and blinks, stupid.

after the party, link offers the tipsy confession that rhett had charmed everyone at the kickback. you had everyone whipped, link says, and you look good. he always looks good in red, link thinks. matches the redness of his lips. rhett grins, slaps a thank you into link’s shoulder. they’re too drunk to say anything else as they stumble the streets under a warm june night, back to their house and straight into bed. link doesn’t dream, but thinks rhett’s mouth one.

fortunately, their hangover isn’t as bad as it should be, and they recover quickly and return to work. they go off independently in the morning, but when they’re both back in the house after five, rhett starts acting... weird. he sidles up to link in the kitchen and hip-checks him. he buys them beer for no reason and starts playin’ like he’s got an inside joke with himself. he’s cheeky, sneaky, and link catches his eyes go soft and dark like they do often over the following days. 

rhett says naught else, but gives link the same weird look when they meet at the fridge at midnight and he goes for a frozen butterfinger. again, link’s body flushes with confused heat, simmering into the tingles he’s felt for rhett all his life. he grabs a pint of peanut butter chunk ice cream and makes his escape as he mutters, “why are you looking at me like that?” knowing for sure rhett won’t answer. it’s another few days before rhett does it again. with a banana.

link huffs. he hates this, even if his body doesn’t. rhett’s a joker, a prankster, and link can’t let his lifelong crush drown him in lust just cuz rhett’s lips look really good when he puts them on something. link ignores him, but the time after that, rhett’s insistent. he leans in the doorway of link’s bedroom, tells him that richard and gregg are still out at the show, and gives link the look™

“okay,” link grunts. the teasing has made him tense and just a bit irked. rhett’s put something in him that he can’t jerk out, and it eats him up. 

rhett cocks his head, admires link’s devotion to his magazine. it goes quiet, and rhett comes farther into the room and shuts the door. link’s feet are up on his desk, but his eyes are down. he can’t look at rhett anymore, not when his hips are swaggering like that, eyes on link. he’ll dent his magazine if he does. 

“stay curious,” rhett states. “that’s what i say. i consider myself a pretty curious guy, you know that.” goddamn his sexy smirk. “and i’m always up for a challenge. if i could take on every unanswered question of the universe, i would, even if i had to make up the solution. i’m pretty flexible that way.” 

link says nothing, so rhett pouts and kicks him. link snarls and sets his magazine aside. rhett’s arms are folded so link mirrors him. “what are you even talking about? leave me alone.” 

rhett shrugs, twist in his hips, and link takes his feet off the desk. he goes far from rhett at the other side of the room, but rhett follows. he’s got something in mind, link’s body knows it, but link’s slow and keyed-up and again, stupid. he turns and lets rhett consume him with his handsome features and indiscernible expression. rhett looks like he needs to say something, so link prompts, “well?”

“you know how kasey dumped me a few weeks ago?”

“sure.”

“she said i was distracted. like i got bored of her and didn’t want her.”

link doesn’t respond. he hates this whole conversation. rhett waits, then commands him silently. link sighs, defeated. “did you?”

rhett shrugs again.

ugh! this man is infuriating! link’s body temp rises and he breathes through his nose in frustration. without a clue of what’s to come, link closes his eyes and grunts, “do you need somethin’ from me, or...?”

“wanna try suckin’ a dick. actually, wanna try suckin’ your dick.”

critical hit! link stumbles back and bumps into the foot of the bed. his whole body goes red-hot, and he flutters his eyes as he replays the last few seconds, rhett’s filthy little grin and the pop of tongue in his cheek. link swallows the tightness in his throat, yet it does nothing as he squeaks out a, “what?!”

“you heard me.” the teasing flirtation in his face twists into a deepening lust, and he takes a few steps towards link. 

link stays fixed, trying to un-hear what his dick is throbbing to live out. rhett comes close enough for link feel his warmth and he backs into whatever is behind him, hot and trembling, effectively wigging out. rhett puts his mouth close to link’s ear but doesn’t touch him. “can i suck you? please?”

attraction thrumming in a huge rolling wave of heat, link’s body cries out for him, “yes!” and rhett grabs him by the waist. 

rhett kisses link’s mouth once to try it, then pulls back and does the same to every inch of him. a smooch everywhere there’s never been one, from link’s neck to his pecs and ribs, over his soft t-shirt and down his belly, nuzzling into his torso. link’s dumbstruck, gripping onto the foot of the bed behind him, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on his breathing, calm and shallow. 

when rhett yoinks link’s shirt up and does the same to his bare skin, scraping his beardy mouth along link’s clavicle, link fizzles and his knees go weak. rhett makes quick work of suckin’ on his nipples and link eeks out a helpless, whimpery noise. he moves down to gnaw sloppy kisses on link’s jutting hipbones, and link’s cock weeps. the feeling overwhelms - the scrappy beard that rhett’s been growing out, his soft and plush little mouth, his teasing tongue. wanting to be admired, rhett taps link’s hip to get his attention.

rhett’s hunched over to get his mouth near link’s belly and his eyes are darker than they’ve ever been. his cheeks are stained rose pink and his eyebrows are creased like he’s withholding something deeply aroused inside. link’s mouth is dry at the sight: rhett’s handsome face next to the tautest erection he’s ever had. wasting no time, rhett tugs at link’s basketball shorts and reveals it. 

link winces at the feeling of himself exposed, but keeps his gaze down as rhett looks at it with those same soft eyes, then grabs it with little fear and starts workin’ it and jerkin’ it however he pleases. link digs his nails into his wooden lifeline and leans all his weight. his thighs trembling into numbness, his whole body hot and weak and wanting. bold now, he watches rhett and snaps,

“come on, put it in your mouth.”

rhett chuckles, “you want it,” and obeys his roommate’s gruff demand. 

“fuck!” link shouts when rhett sinks his mouth. he sucks the pink head of link’s cock into his even pinker mouth, pillowy lips parting in a round ‘O’ around the thickness. he’s gone, but then lust sends him to hell when rhett grabs him by the hips, pins him back against the bed frame behind him, and starts suckin’.

eyes squeezed shut once again, link lets rhett learn everything he can from his cock. how to cup his balls and bite his thighs, how to tease the head with his pointy tongue, and how to hollow his gaunt cheeks, really sucking on link for all he has. delirious, link doesn’t know how long rhett’s been on him. he’s sweaty in his crumpled shirt and his thighs are prickled with gooseflesh, he’s overly warm and the hot wet suction on his cock sending shivers through every nerve. 

when rhett pulls off, his words sound thick with cream. “look at me.”

link looks, and rhett’s eyes shine like the devil’s pool of tar. his perfect brows are knit and his cheeks are flush. the beard is slick and his posture has curled in on itself, one hand disappearing between his legs. he looks horny, feels needy on link’s cock, and link ventures one trembling hand to cup his face. 

“thanks for lettin’ me do this,” he purrs. “been achin’ for awhile.” link pushes his thumb into rhett’s lip as he sinks his perfect mouth again, finishing him off. 

[carol-effing-danvers]

knock me the fuck out (i dare ya, babe), finale

Weep with me tears of joy and fulfillment for this soft boy and his cuddly boyfriend.

i have some more thoughts about this universe that i may or not get to, but they aren't really relevant to the story i wanted to tell here, so those will have to be for another tale :D

part one, part two, part three

(if you’d prefer to read this in Ao3′s format, click here)

Billy is deliciously warm, deliciously relaxed and deeply asleep when the phone rings on the table beside the bed. He gives a displeased grunt and buries his face into the pillow as Steve rolls away from him to pick up the call, hoarsely croaking “’ello?” There’s a pause as he listens to the caller, then surprises Billy by tapping him on the shoulder. “For you, Billy.”

What the fuck? He mumbles a confused “Hello?”

“I’m so sorry.” Max sounds as tired as he is, maybe more. “But Lauren refuses to go to sleep – I told her that you’d be back in the morning, but it’s already almost midnight, and the more tired she is, the more upset she gets. Can you please talk to her for just a few minutes?”

“Yeah,” he slurs. “’a course. Lemme get up first so we ain’t talking in Steve’s ear while he’s tryin’ to sleep.”

“Oh my god,” Max says miserable and guilty, repeating “I’m so sorry, Billy.”

“No, no, no – it’s okay,” Gently, he closes the door behind him, thankful that Steve owns a cordless phone and trying not to walk into a wall. “I shoulda knew she’d bug out if I didn’t come home.”

Max murmurs “Lauren, Uncle Billy wants to talk to you.”

His whole heart breaks – Lulu is sucking in air hard, sobbing quietly. Poor Max must’ve been trying to get her to sleep for hours. “Hey, my girl. Why won’t you let Mommy tuck you in?”

“Wh-wh-why did you leave?!” she wails, sorrow all renewed.

“I didn’t leave you, baby. I’m having a sleepover with my friend, I’ll be back tomorrow. Mommy told you that, right?”

In a tiny voice, Lulu replies, “Yes.”

“I’m never gonna leave you without saying goodbye, Lulu,” he says softly. “I promise. Who’s my girl?”

“I-I am,” she hiccups, but she sounds a few shades calmer now.

“That’s right. And it’s gonna snow tomorrow, so I thought I’d take my girl out to make a snowman,” he says solemnly. “But we can’t do that if you’re too tired to play outside, Lulu. Can you lay down and close your eyes for me?”

“Don’t hang up!” she says, a bit frantic, and Billy feels another tug on his heartstrings.

“Won’t hang up, baby. Close your eyes for me and lay down. Okay? Lulu, skip to my Lu. Lulu, skip to my Lu. Lulu, skip to my Lu. Skip to my Lu, my darlin’…”

He has to stay with her, and sing to her, for he doesn’t know how long. He won’t leave until he’s sure that she won’t feel abandoned and there’s a period of calm before Max whispers “She’s asleep now. Thank you so much, Billy.”

She sounds close to tears herself. She’s probably been up since four or five o’clock this morning and as it turns out, Lulu isn’t the only girl with a piece of his heart. “Sweet dreams, little sister.”

“Sweet dreams, big brother.” Max sniffles.

Billy stumbles back toward the bedroom and finds Steve basically doing what he was doing for Lulu, except that Steve is singing his song to his fucking cat, a dark blob resting on his stomach as he pets her, scratching her around the ears and beneath her chin. “With no lovin’ in our souls, and no money in our clothes, you can’t say we’re satisfied…”

His voice is a beautiful purr, husky with sleep, warm and loving to an animal that Steve obviously cares about.

Billy is leveled like the Starcourt fucking Mall.

He blurts out, “You’re gettin’ the words wrong. It’s ‘coats’, not ‘clothes’.”

Fuckin’ smooth, Hargrove. Real fuckin’ smooth.

“Mmkay,” Steve says serenely, eyes closed. “It sounds better my way.”

Anything coming out of your mouth sounds better. “Yeah, it kinda does, doesn’t it?”

As he slides back underneath the covers, Angie gets annoyed with them moving around the bed and hops off to wander back out of the room, tail held high. Steve curls around him, humming contentedly under his breath. Steve’s nose brushes along his neck, breathing inward, and Billy feels like he’s gonna die, because this much happiness at once just can’t be good for you. His mouth has gone dry.

Steve gives another contented hum, wrapping an arm around his waist and a leg around his hips. His hand, resting at Billy’s heart, caresses down the scarred skin and muscle to rest near the waistband of his boxers, and Steve’s thumb leisurely strokes up and down his lower belly, through the trail of hair leading down to his crotch. He murmurs against Billy’s skin “I never get this.”

“Hm. I hope I’d remembered getting you to feel me up,” Billy replies, grinning at the quiet darkness.

“No.” He feels Steve grin against his shoulder, which is…just…the best feeling. “A bed. Talking. Just…letting me kiss you.”

“Letting you,” Billy repeats, a bit sarcastically. “It’s become my cross to bear.”

Steve lightly bites him on the shoulder, and Billy can feel the way his mouth still stretches around a smile. “Okay, you know what I’m saying here.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. But ain’t no hardship, sweetheart.” He squeezes Steve’s hand, and he’s silent for long enough that Billy asks, “What’chu thinkin’ about, Stevie?”

Steve sighs, low and sweet, fingers still petting at his belly. “Billy Hargrove thinks I’ve got heartbreaker’s eyes. I’m thinking ‘bout that.”

“You do,” he whispers, earnest, heart in his throat. “Took your sunglasses off and I see these big brown eyes – and my soul left my fuckin’ body, Steve, I swear. I remember-” Billy swallows, and part of him can go back to that scared, raging, confused boy. “I remember thinking that it wasn’t fair, that no boy should be able to break my heart with just eyes.”

Steve laughs, ducking his face into Billy’s neck sheepishly, even though Billy can’t see him anyway. His skin is hot against his own, lashes like the flutter of his butterfly wings over his skin, making his heart thud harder. “You are a real romantic. I never get that, either.”

Billy snorts, but he can’t really deny it. “It’s too bad, y’know. Cause you’re pretty good at this part, darlin’. Where the hell is my lullaby, though?”

Steve pets his skin some more, slow and lazy, and Billy thinks that maybe he’s already falling asleep-

“Which way you goin’, Billy? Can I go, too?” he croons, fingertips warm and gentle on his skin, petting his abdomen and stroking along the tendons of his neck, lips warm and whisper soft upon his skin. “Which way you goin’, Billy? Can I go with you? You are my whole, babe, my heart and soul, babe. I’d have nothing to show, babe, if you go away…”

He’s got chills running up and down his spine, even though his face and chest feel hot and feverish. Billy’s dying, he’s dying, because he knows now that his love was never wasted on this boy. “Who’s the real romantic?” he whispers hoarsely, relaxing his weight back against Steve’s body. “You’re sweet, Stevie.”

“You’re not fooling me,” he murmurs back and kisses beneath his ear, soft and wet. Billy shudders. “You are, too.”

He takes Steve’s hand, smooth from a life of finger-paint and glitter-glue, and presses his mouth to the palm. “Gotta keep that our special secret, darlin’.”

Sleepily, Steve says “Ain’t a secret, baby.”

---

Steve spends a week just sort of walking on fucking air.

“What’s up, buddy?” Steve doesn’t even bother to ask who it is – Dustin calls him at five o’clock on the dot, every Monday. “Excited to finish up your midterms and come home for a little while?”

“Yeah, I’m going straight to a study group as soon we’re done.” He sounds as cheerful as he ever is, but by now, Steve is also intimately familiar with what he sounds like when he’s tired, too.

“Okay, but try to make sure you get enough rest,” Steve says, holding the phone on his ear with his shoulder as he lifts Angie onto his lap. “You’re smarter when you’ve slept longer than four hours a night, buddy.”

“Yeah, I know.” Then, a little less cheerfully, “So, uh…how are you feeling?”

Steve frowns. Had he been sick the last time he talked to Dustin? He didn’t think so… “Uh…fine? Why?”

“Well, you know…the ten year anniversary is coming up,” Dustin says awkwardly. He sounds distinctly like he’s also frowning now. Unhappy. “And like…I get worried about you, and stuff.”

“Dustin…”

“-and you always say you’re fine, even when you’re definitely not fine…”

“…pal…”

“Robin says you’re okay, which I guess is good but…”

“Dustin.”

“-it’s not the same as be able to see for myself…”

“Dude, seriously-”

“And you’re lonely, man, the people there treat you like shit!”

“DUSTIN!” Steve says loudly, scaring poor Angie right off his lap. “…I have a boyfriend.”

He says the words before really thinking about them and all of their implications. Dustin lets out this hilarious little ‘eep!’ before shrieking “Oh my god, really?!” like he’s suddenly sixteen again and asking Steve how two men have sex, in the technical sense, and jeez-

Steve really misses him, feels his eyes sting. “Yeah. I mean…it’s a new thing, but we’ve already gone on a few dates and it’s going pretty well.”

“Really? Okay, well, what’s he like?!” Dustin asks impatiently.

“Uh, well…” Nervously, Steve wishes that he hadn’t bought a cordless phone. His fingers have nothing to play with in moment like these. “You sort of already know him…Or, I guess, knew him, would be the better way to put it.”

Exasperated, Dustin says, out of the blue, “Oh my god, if it’s Tommy Hall, Steve, I know he had a crush on you, but you can do way better-”

“What?! No, Tommy Hall didn’t-what the fuck, who gave you that idea?”

“Robin,” he says, with an obvious ‘duh’ at the end.

“What the fuck?!” Steve repeats, this time at a volume that makes Angie cower under the coffee table. “Oh Ang, I’m sorry, baby – c’mon. Daddy’s sorry.”

Apologetically, Dustin explains “She told me and Erica not to tell you, because she didn’t wanna out Tommy to you even though she was pretty sure he wanted to fuck you. Then after your crisis, we agreed he wasn’t good enough for you.” Steve feels a sudden headache coming on, because this entire scenario has ‘Scoops Troop’ written all over it in big bold letters. “If it’s not Tommy Hall, then who?”

“Billy. Max’s Billy.”

There is a pause before Dustin asks “…is he okay now?”

The thing about Dust is that he’s so outwardly goofy that it’s easy to forget that he’s so smart, and he’s so smart that it’s easy to forget that he’s so empathetic. “Yeah, he’s okay now. He grew up a lot more when he went back to California.”

“Is he nice?” It’s less a question and more a demand.

“He’s really nice,” Steve says honestly, finally coaxing Angie back onto his lap after earning her forgiveness. “And he’s more…patient now. More relaxed. I think Lauren might be his best friend – he calls her Lulu, and I see him every morning when he drops her off. He um…he works for El.”

Jane Hopper is something of a…not exactly a sore spot for Dustin, but mentioning her tends to make him droop like a wilting daisy. They are not close and probably never will be. Steve used to think Dust was exaggerating when he said that Eleven didn’t like him, but she tends to shut down in one on one conversations with him, and she’ll do just about anything to avoid being left in a room alone with him.

Steve doesn’t really think that it’s because El straight up doesn’t like him, he thinks that it’s more of a matter of a sheltered person like El not quite knowing how to deal with a personality as loud and attention-grabbing as Dustin’s could be. That reaction crushes his self-confidence though, so the Scoops Troop try not to bring her up, and Steve tries to do El the courtesy of not overwhelming her too often.

“Oh good, Mike was just telling me she was getting busy enough to start needing help,” Dustin says neutrally. There was a pause, and then, more quietly, he asks “Is Max doing okay?”

It’s a little weird, because even though they’re all the same age, Max kind of had to grow up the faster, because while the others were thinking about the end of their freshman year of college, Max was giving birth and dealing with a marriage and a mortgage. “I think she’s excited to have Billy back in town – he’s hinted that she was having a bit of financial trouble before he got here.”

“So, you don’t think that she and Justin will be getting back together?”

Steve sighs, irritated. “If Lucas wants to make me a spy, the least he could do is ask me the questions himself.”

“That’s not a yes,” Dust coaxes. “Just yes or no, I refused to ask you anything else.”

“No, I’m pretty much sure that if he comes back to town, Max will be asking to borrow the nail bat.”

“Hm, there’s a long line for that. Can you pick me up from the station?”

“Uh-huh. Eight o’lock on the 30th, right?”

“Right.” Dust sighs, and again Steve’s heart gives a painful pang at hearing how tired he sounds. “Sorry, it’s time for my study group. Love you, Steve.”

“Love ya, kid.”

---

He has way more work to do now, since Robin insists that the original bet was for only a make-out session and he kind of ended up with a boyfriend, so she gleefully dumped upon him all of the quizzes she gave before the students began spring break, including the twenty page midterms she made them do. He didn’t have to grade the three page essays at the end but that still left seventeen pages to mark through forty-five times.

Despite the stack of paperwork in front of him, Steve’s still got a huge grin on his face as he sits across from Robin in the diner and lifts his coffee mug. Dazed, he says “I’ve got a boyfriend.”

He can’t say it too loud, that’s inviting trouble on himself that he doesn’t need, but he can’t hold it in.

Robin looks up, threads of hair escaping from her messy bun, and smirks at him, but her eyes are enormous and warm. “Yeah, you do.” Setting down her pen and flexing her fingers, Rob rests her chin on her hand. “And you still haven’t given me any details on dates number two and three.”

Steve’s brain helpfully provides him with the dreamy vision of both of those.

Date number two was a pool house in Evansville, drinking beer, talking trash at each other that was at least half flirting, and finding reasons to brush up against Billy in public, until Billy stood behind him as he was making a shot and growled in his ear, “Get in the fuckin’ car, darlin’. Gonna bite you where you like it.”

They steamed up the windows of the Impala that was the Camaro’s spiritual successor, and Billy pulled him on his lap, yanked opened the buttons on his shirt and assaulted Steve’s chest – pinched, kissed, sucked, and yes bit him, until Steve had his hands braced on the roof to keep himself grounded in a world that kept spinning, and cried “Oh fuck, Billy, stop, I’m gonna come.”

“Mm, I don’t hear a downside anywhere in there. Lemme get you off, heartbreaker.”

Right there in the driver’s seat, Steve’s head thrown back and mouth wide open as he tugged frantically on Billy’s shortened hair, coming without a hand ever touching his dick because he had Billy’s groaning mouth sucking at his nipples. Limbs shaking, Steve shoved his hand down the front of his pants and jerked Billy off with sharp rotations of his wrist, kissing all over his face, his neck, his chest. “Baby, baby,” he murmured, nipping at Billy’s neck. “Look at me.”

Billy’s eyes were the blue of distant oceans, like he kept a part of California in him wherever he went. Steve whispered “Fuck, Billy, you’re beautiful” and suddenly his fingers were soaked with come, Billy staring up at him in stunned rapture, like Steve was the sun and he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

Date three was Billy making California-style tacos for him (he had no idea that avocados were so delicious, what the hell!) and then watched Stand By Me, the Friday night movie on tv, head on Billy’s shoulder while he explained how Stephen King basically ripped off The Party’s life story, minus Maxine and Eleven.

Billy looked so startled when Steve started groping him on the sofa. There were sometimes moments that Billy really seemed to think that Steve was some kind of stuck-up prude, when he looked absolutely flabbergasted that Steve was as into this as he was, could be as aggressive as he was.

“Bed?” Billy asked in his ear, grinding down against him, his hands squeezing Steve by the hips. Thick, throbbing against him, making Steve’s mouth water and his heart beat three times faster. His belly was wet with pre-come, smeared all over his skin, burning hot where their skin met.

Steve had his teeth clenched together, trying not to shout so loudly that all his neighbors knew his guest’s name was Billy. He grabbed Billy by the upper arms and squeezed hard, sweating and arching his hips into his every motion, thighs tightened around his hips. “Billy, if you stop right now, I swear I’ll kill you.”

“Yeah?” The dummy was so surprised. “Getting close, heartbreaker?”

Sometimes, Billy still seemed surprised that Steve even reacted to him, like he was an untouchable statue. My ice princess. But he was flesh and he was blood, and it scared him, how much he wanted Billy to touch him. How bewildered he felt at the sight of Billy lying next to him in the morning, face down in the pillow.

He’d show him a goddamn ice princess.

“Give it to me good, baby, c’mon,” he moaned, and Billy bucked faster, breathed harder. Steve could feel his arms shake and smiled against his mouth. Raking his nails down his back, Steve slid his hands beneath the back of Billy’s boxers and got two handfuls of his ass, rasping “That’s it, like you mean it. Fuck, don’t stop, Billy. Right there! Baby-baby-!”

“Steve-o, earth to Steve-o!” Robin sing-songs. “What planet did you land on, dingus? Care to share with the class?”

He waves her off. “You don’t want to hear all the sweaty, manly details, Rob…”

She watches him drift off, pale skin flushing warm and vivid. “Oh my god, what’s that face for? What did you do?!”

Blushing like a schoolgirl, Steve hides his face. “After the boning, he made me hot chocolate and we spent three hours cuddling on the couch!”

“Oh my god, Steve, leave it to you to get embarrassed by the high school romance bits,” Robin is laughing at him, loud and happy. “What a dingus!”

Despite her laughter, Rob is practically glowing. Has Steve’s new relationship really made her this happy? With a bit of a whine to his tone, Steve says, “Well it’s not like I haven’t done the other parts before! I didn’t even know Billy wanted to do the sappy shit!”

She clicked her tongue, grinning fondly. “You love it.”

“I do,” he admits, bashful. “He’s all…romantic and stuff. Y’know.”

“And stuff? Come on, you can give me better details than that.” Steve can’t manage to do anything but blush harder and Rob smiles like the Cheshire cat. “Oh, that good, huh? I bet he brings you breakfast in bed and calls you pet names.”

Steve is hiding a smile behind his fingers, a lost and awed expression in his eyes. “Heartbreaker.”

“Hm?”

“He calls me sweetheart, and darlin’, and-and heartbreaker.” Self-conscious with himself, Steve buries his head in his arms and moans, “Oh god, please don’t make me say anything else.”

“That’s ridiculous and I love it,” Robin replies, with an enormous grin.

“Buckley, why are you torturin’ my guy?” Neither of them heard Billy walk into the diner, but there he is – blue flannel, fleece-lined jacket, and heavy denim. Steve becomes a puddle in the booth and it must be obvious because Rob looks positively gleeful and Billy is starting to look smug and maybe a little besotted.

Fuck.

---

Billy knows that Robin must’ve been teasing him – Steve’s pretty face is all pink, even the tips of his ears are red. Buckley, on the other hand, is almost demonic with glee. Clearing his throat, Steve gives him such an adoring expression that it leaves Billy nearly breathless. “Hi there, Harrington.”

“What are you doing here?” Steve asks playfully, with a smile that veers dangerously close to naked flirtation.

He shrugs. “Lulu went to her friend Sam’s birthday party. Wanted to check on you, since you said the slave driver chained you to your paperwork.”

Buckley huffs. “I won that bet fair and square!”

Steve huffs back, with an endearing little pout. “I never agreed to it, you bully!” He throws Billy a look with those devastating eyes. “She’s going to abandon me to see a movie. Wanna keep me company?”

If anyone ever figures out how fucking easily he falls to that gaze, he’s a dead man. Aw shit. From Buckley’s face, she’s already figured that out. “Yeah, ‘course.”

Buckley rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, like getting to moon at your new boyfriend is such a hardship.”

“Rob!” Steve hisses, looking at nervously.

She scoffs, getting up from the opposite side so that Billy could take her place. She gives Billy sort of a challenging stare, and tosses her head. “If he didn’t wanna go public, he should’ve said no the first damn time, when you warned him.”

Maybe Billy’s answer would be different if his father were still alive. But he ain’t. “It ain’t that big a deal – just don’t wanna get Harrington into any shit.”

She pitches her voice so that it won’t carry. “You don’t get to take whatever you want in private and leave him out in the cold in public.”

He can’t even imagine how Old Billy would react to having a woman talk to him like this. But by the hardness in her eyes, he does know that even Old Billy wouldn’t have scared her. Robin Buckley has fought monsters far more disturbing the one he used to be. She also, judging from the steel in her jaw, has seen people (men? women? both?) do this to Steve before. Take their physical pleasure from him in dark of night and then pretend they can’t see him in the light of day.

She looks ready to knock his teeth out if she doesn’t like his answer, and Billy can both understand that anger, and respect her desire to protect Steve from pain. “Down girl,” he murmurs, “I wouldn’t leave him out in the cold anywhere, never mind around these wolves.”

“Rob,” Steve says lowly. “Don’t give him a shovel speech. I can take care of myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” she responds, with a smile that’s equally sweet and poisonous. Billy’s opinion of her skyrockets. “Have fun, boys.”

Steve sighs at her retreating back, looking put upon for a moment before he smiles at Billy again. Flicking his hair out of his face, he pushes his glasses up his nose and admits, “I actually do have to work on these. Sorry.”

Billy steals his coffee mug. “Yeah, I kinda assumed that.” He pulls a dog-eared copy of Red Dragon from his jacket pocket. “Don’t worry, I can keep myself entertained. Besides, I got somethin’ real pretty to look at.”

He throws in a wink just for good measure, just because he knows he’ll be well rewarded with another rosy blush coloring Steve’s cheeks.

It’s relaxing, sitting around like a normal couple, nobody giving a shit about the two of them sitting there. Understandably, he’s pretty surprised when something – or someone – touches his dick under the table.

His eyes immediately shoots up to Steve’s face as the arch of a socked foot presses into the fly of his jeans, rubbing gently against the rapidly thickening semi there. The question on his lips dies almost instantly. He hardly needs to ask if it’s an accident – Steve’s gaze is already fixed on Billy, biting down on the corner of his lip as he tries to hide the curve of a wicked smile, his eyes dark behind the frames of his glasses.

Billy’s mouth drops open slightly as Steve’s toes curls around the rigid line of cock, wedged painfully against his zipper. Steve makes a low noise, a satisfied kind of purring, at how quickly Billy goes from semi to fully hard. Gripping the edge of the table with one hand and squashing his book into an open position with the other, Billy croaks “Steve.”

Oh so innocently with his angel-faced smile and his creamy rose blush, Steve says “What are you reading?”

Billy has to bite down a pained groan as Steve rubs him just a little harder. It’s torturous – there’s too many layers between them to get Billy off, which he suspects that Steve is well aware of, but it also feels so good that he doesn’t really want him to stop. Too late, he recalls Robin’s words about Steve in the 11th Hour. He likes to flirt with danger. He’s addicted to risk.

He honestly couldn’t think of anything riskier than Steve trying to bring him off in the middle of one of the town’s busiest attractions, only edged out by the churches and the bars. Billy stares at him helplessly, wide-eyed and voiceless with the force of his surging arousal. There is the hint of a command in his voice when Steve repeats, “What are you reading, Billy?”

“R-red-Red Dragon,” Billy responds hoarsely, fighting to stop himself from humping Steve like a fucking animal. He can’t stop himself from letting go of the table and sliding his hand under the cuffs of Steve’s slacks, wrapping his fingers around his ankle to keep him there.

Steve looks very pleased indeed and gives Billy’s dick another rub, finding his cockhead through his pants and flexing his toes right around it. “Steve,” he says weakly. “Are you trying to give me a fetish?”

Surprised, he asks “Do you have one?”

“No, but-” He holds in a whine and hisses, “Keep touchin’ my dick like that, and I’m gonna start having inappropriate thoughts about your feet, sweetheart.”

Surprised and curious now, Steve presses harder. “Can you come this way?”

“I don’t-I don’t know.” Billy has to hold back another whine and quickly lets go of his book before he can start accidentally ripping out pages. “Why…why are you…?”

Shyly, which is very rich coming from someone in the middle of giving him a footjob in public, Steve says “Just trying to make you feel good. Can’t use my hands from all the way over here.”

Despite these words, his stare on Billy is hungry, and he can hear Steve panting softly through his words. The distant part of his mind that’s still rational wonders what is that’s doing it for him – that Billy is kinda weirdly turned on by his feet, that Billy is somewhat at his mercy, or that anyone could catch them doing this. Or maybe it’s a little of all three.

Unable to take it any longer, Billy gently pulls Steve’s sock off, preferring to be able to touch warm skin, and cups the top of his foot against his dick. He strokes Steve’s ankle and rolls his hips as subtly as he can, swallowing a moan as Steve’s dark longing stare holds him captive.

“Dunno where you got an idea like this, heartbreaker,” Billy croaks.

“We can stop,” Steve suggests sweetly, pushing his heel against his aching balls and flexing his toes again. Watching Billy’s eyelashes flutter and the way the hand still on the table clenches and unclenches spastically. Steve nibbles his lower lip and lowers his voice to a suggestive, throaty husk “Or you can just come for me.”

“Steve.” He doesn’t know which is stronger, surprise or desperation or fear.

“Nobody’s watching,” he promises, still in that honey-sweet persuasive purr. He emphasizes this with an up and down rub against the denim seam and licks his lips with an obscene flick of the tongue.

Billy’s cock twitches hard, weeping pre-come into his boxers, and he knows that Steve can feel it because he’s losing the effort to hold in that wicked smile now. His tongue darts out again, like he can taste Billy in the air, and Steve squirms around like he’s trying to relieve the pressure on his own cock.

He sinks down in the booth and spreads this thighs apart, holding Steve against his prick with a little more pressure. He pleads “F-faster, darlin’. Just a little…”

Billy can feel the muscles and tendons in his ankle flexing and shifting as Steve immediately gives in, all coy teasing over as rubs at a pace clearly meant to bring Billy off even through the thick fabric. An echo from the past murmurs “Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.”

His lips form around a silent ‘fuck’, trying not to be extremely obvious when he bucks into the contact, choking off his noises to soft helpless whimpers.  

“Fuck, you are so hot,” Steve breathes in the present, nostrils flaring. He’s almost openly panting now and his eyes look nearly black.

Black holes that want to completely consume him. Billy bites down a scream and comes, wet and sticky, because beneath that angel-faced sweetness is a wicked, hungry smile. Just for Billy.

Lazily, Steve takes a twenty dollar bill from his jacket and slaps it down onto the sticky table. “Gimme my sock back,” he says, collecting all his papers and fondly stroking down Billy’s thigh before taking his foot back. “Do you like French silk?”

“Who doesn’t?” Billy says faintly, dazed.

“Good,” Steve says, all sugar and sweetness again. Billy’s fucking dizzy, man. “I made us one. Let’s go.”

“Don’t you want…?” His eyes dart down to Steve’s lap.

“Already did,” and there’s a hint of that dark gleam again. “Watching you, baby.”

Holy fucking shit.

[useraew]

Broken Veins c1

Sweet pea x Oc Venom Becker 

The echoes of children clowning around kept annoying me as i strolled down the street. The voices in my head were telling me i was known by no one anymore. I used to think about what life was like before the violence,before the pain, and before the madness my own father brought to the world. I’ve always thought i had delusions since i was a little girl. The emptiness that i brought on to myself made me weaker, it’s what built my anger at a young age. I’m used to being known as the big mouth, always having to find myself eating alone. I was never the person anyone cared for or wanted. I was named most arrogant by how vain i seem.

Wrapping my arms around myself as i walked into the school that i dried everyday, the moment as the door opened i came face to face with the same group of people i disliked since ever. Veronica glared at me as i turned the corner and out of her view. I really disliked the way she always acted. A part of me believes she thinks she’s above everyone else, she has the money,the clothes, she thinks only of herself through my eyes. The bell alert brought me out of my thoughts as i found my way to history.

My seat being in the last row, made me be able to see clearly from the back. The class was finishing class presentations on the cold war. Luckily for myself i had gone on the first day passed with flying colors. I watched as my teacher Mrs. Lynn called up Veronica to the front. Veronica’s voice made me cringe as well grow tired as i tried to listen to her words. The window distracted me from Veronica as i observed a tree, the pretty leaves started to fall as the figure of sweet pea came in my view.  

Sweet pea was like rage in my eyes. He had fire in him, it thrilling to see a guy like himself in my presence. My own mind wondered if he knew what pain feels like and if he thought of himself as a weapon like me. Both of us could be weapons that don’t weep. I’ve never really uttered any real words to him but my  psyche was drawn by himself. 

“Okay thank you Miss.Lodge” As my eyes moved from the window, my hands formed together and started clapping. “I’m clapping because it’s over” once my words fell out, i got another glare from Veronica which made me smirk. “Miss.Becker this isn’t the time for your nonsense” I laughed at Mrs.Lynn as i positioned myself straighter in my chair. “But it’s always time for my nonsense Mrs.Lynn, besides i enjoy watching Lodge annoyed”. I was awarded with a chuckle from some of my classmates. 

During the rest of class i was basically looking at the ceiling and praying for the bell to ring. In the corner of my presence i could sense someone. My attention was towards sweet pea he didn’t just look at me, it was like he was more than observing me but his eyes were studying me as if i were a subject. I watched his lips as i examined the form of them. Thoughts of kissing him appeared and disappeared from my own mind. Imagining him in my arms was a daily image that would emerge in my dreams. 

Once the bell finally alerted us students, i gladly walked out and left for my locker. The locker made a little sound as it slowly opened wide. Placing my book back in i could hear the voice of Veronica come in from around the corner. “Becker” I turned around already hating this new conversation i didn’t want to be a part of, “Your highness” I bowed at her as she rolled her eyes. As her hand was put on the locker, she pulled my body against the locker as i grew confused. “Wow,Lodge i didn’t know you were into girls?” She gasp at me as she stepped back. 

“I clearly don’t like girls Becker” I laughed at her words as i noticed Archie coming over to our side. “Hay, Archie you better keep your bitch on a lease” I watched as Archie pulled Veronica away from me. “Stop being a bitch Venom” I shook my head at the boy and as he left I was able to say one more thing. “Queen Bitch Archie remember that” Pointing my fingers like a gun in his direction as he left.

 I gave out a mumble at the thought of Archie and Veronica. "Ugh" the sound of my locker closing and within not a moment later a new voice appeared. "You hate Andrews as much as me?" I gave out a chuckle as sweet pea leaned against my locker. I nodded at sweet pea as I was amazed by his face. He looked pretty up close from my view. "I'm surprised that anyone even likes him" I got a grin from sweet pea as he found assessment from my comment.

My feet found it’s way down the hallway, the presence of sweet pea was still visible to my sight. I paused as i looked up at sweet pea wondering why he was still next to me. “can i help you?” He gave out a awkward head scratch as his eyes looked away from mine. “sorry venom i just was wondering if you were free saturday?” I mumbled a yeah under my breath and shook my head at the boy. “Great do you wanna go out with me?” “uh sure” Sweet pea grinned as i walked into the art room. 

The study hall room i was supposed to go to next period was in the art room. My seat was in the front for a change, sitting and grabbing my phone i started to play some games. I couldn’t believe that sweet pea actually asked me out, i think i only said yes was because he put me on the spot so i didn’t want hurt his feelings, but who am i kidding i generally like him so of course i was going to say sure to him. It was my first real conversation with him which leaves me with questions i’ll save for later. 

As the bell went off again, i saw the Riverdale Prison come up on my phone. Their was only one person that i knew who would be calling me and that was my dad. He did a lot of bad things when i was younger and it hurt me to see him leave but honestly it’s better this way. My finger hit answer as the other students left. “Hello” “My beautiful daughter how are you?” I cringed that the sound of his voice. 

I looked out the window and tired to take in deep breathes. “Better knowing you’re not in my life”  I took a gulp in as i heard foot movement in the room, i ignored it as i continued to speak.  “If mom knew you were calling me she’d kill your ass” “god vee stop please stop being mad at what i did years ago” “how can i stop being mad when i wake up every god damn morning and all i see is you ruining my life, fuck you and don’t call me” As i hung up on him, i noticed all the serpents looking at me. My bag over my shoulders as i pull in my chair. I loose eye contact with everyone especially sweet pea. 

My anger got the better of me, as i slammed the art door shut. Tears started to form in my eyes as i walked down the hallway. Opening the door that leads me outside so i can take a break and breathe. I knew i had a box of cigarettes left in my bag. One single cigarette was placed in my mouth as my other hand had the lighter. The light shined as i exhaled in, as the smoke left my mouth i felt at ease.    

xxx

@reewrites @bettycoopr @southside-sweets 

[chimcharstar]

ANSWER 1 THROUGH 65 HO

65 Questions You Aren't Used To

WPOOOOO LETS GO 

Y E E T

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

nnnnooooooo. its called holding onto my last marble.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

1. sometimes i can freak myself out going to the bathroom at night but bro. i take walks at like 11pm or whenever the hell i please. and i LIKE IT.

3. The person you would never want to meet?

i would not care to meet dick face

4. What is your favorite word?

worm

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

well darn i dont really knowwww!!!!!!! the big jungle one from minecraft. but i love weeping willows of course.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

i didnt think

7. What shirt are you wearing?

my pyjama shirt from new vegas. las vegas. oh my god. not that i went there. my friend did. ive been wearing it for 3 days now. because its fine.

8. What do you label yourself as?

androgynouOOUUSSSSSSS i heard it described the most accurately for me as “in between blue and pink, purple is a blend while not being either of them.” yes this SPECIFICALLY. i could never be feminine while female presenting, but now that im usually read as masculine i go around seeming gay as fuck. and even though this sounds like heresy considering how i instinctively want to throat punch people who feminize me, i have comfortably considered myself a woman lately ONLYYYYYYYY BY being as butch as a butch can possibly butch. maybe without the cars. i would NEVER go by she/her NEVER NEVER NEVER. like there literally are butch women who go on T and use he/him pronouns. that brings me euphoria too and i find people reallllyyyyyy get mind-bent at this point. i really also get irritated at the idea that identifying with both lessens one or the other... thats why i like the purple thing so much. like im 100% of the thing. i was watching on queer eye, once, there was this part where all these women met up and one of them who was really masculine was saying how “a woman can look like this too” and i was like “i am probably crying for an important reason right now” and sometimes i feel attraction to women that is nOT of the ManTM just... i can do what i want. 

but my point is it’s like im only happy if i have a blend. theres even a particular quality of it i can put my finger on, like a rugged, handsome feel... and then a flamboyant, passionate feel... mix em all up... 

9. Bright room or dark room?

BRIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT 

GUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

transition juice, or fucking around with cs paint with some gentle existential dread

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

this one, because my life is not hell, and i know a few basics about adulting now

12. Who told you they loved you last?

the sister. i said it for damage control because she had blown a fuse the other day. i was being very fake on purpose because i’m not being vulnerable with someone who will blow up. when she says it all i feel is pain. like cold paralyzing needles in my soul. i cant say i love you to her and mean it, even if i want to. honestly i wish people would say this to me. the most i love yous i remember are from family members putting band aids on the wreckage of our relationships, so i can feel a little twang of guilt and longing for what could have been and should have been. and feel like i should be doing something more. and feeling awkward because you both know they fucked up and it’s the elephant in the room. and i can feel their confusion and sickness causing them pain, feeling that pain for them. 

13. Your worst enemy?

hmmm. anyone who made me feel like less than i am. anyone 

14. What is your current desktop picture?

cherry blossoms and a city at night that i stole off the internet

15. Do you like someone?

like like crushes right? i fucking wish. i am so god damn sick of myself. i dont feel fuck or shit for anyone. its a fucking wasteland. yes im on T so i want to fuck anything that moves. and yet? can i please have some feelings? please may i have some feelings? not aesthetic appreciation. not moral, personality appreciation. or even just a deep respect and compassion. these are all fine things of course. but cant someone just drive me crazy? cant i have that extra spice of life? cant i just have a little bit of happy crazy? i will know a perfectly lovely person and ill WANT to have feelings for them. but i FUCKEN DONT. I DONT!!!! SHIT!!!!! WHAT IS THE MEANIGN?!?!??!??!?!1 i have fucking YET to meet anyone im more obsessed with than some really gay ocs. come on universe!!!! bring it!!! poor oscar. poor fucking oscar. whatever wavelength im vibing on man you are not on it. i wish you were on it. i wish you were on it oscar. you are hot you are hot with your bike oscar. and the rose quartz i gave you. the rose quartz you wanted. but i feel no authentic electric connection to you. i feel like all i just see is how your brain works with a coolheaded certainty. all i do is analyze what you are wearing so i can be as hot as you. maybe id like to draw you. and girls from work. you are so beautiful and amazing. i see you in bikinis on instagram. and im like oh beauty standards. look at you go, adhering to them. my heart rate goes right along at the same old pace. dont tell me this is principles. does someone have to smell bad? like edward cullen?? CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE JUST SEDUCE ME?!!!?? ID LOVE SOME EXTRA WILL TO LIVE! THEN MY STORIES WILL BE BETTER!!!! see this is the whole problem

16. The last song you listened to?

what am i to you by finn the human or actually that asgore fight song that i do not know the context of and dont want to until i play the game for myself

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

i would save this button for a karen.

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

jk rowling. every time i see her face in a news article about why her bland new transphobia anvil book is pretty bland without addressing the raging transphobia in it and around it, i take a minute and contemplate shoving a pie in her face, and agonizing that i cannot do it from this distance.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

a... slave? is this a kink thing? im fucking laughing this is going to be so honest. probably a toxic person from my past i have unresolved sexual tension with, especially since i was in my abused kid shell and was a huge doormat so now im all vengeful with issues. since this is totally something i am open to considering right now i would like to browse this concept’s menu

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

yknow what? yknow what? i am just going to say all of me. i am feeling very body positive right now. i often feel isolated as fuck because of trans stuff and male body standards, but thats Also What Makes Me Special :) i like me, i like my face, i think i am very cool and unique, and i can walk fast.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

GOD DAMN IT THIS FUCKING QUESTION AGAIN

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

yes. but it’s a secret.

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

deep sea creatures. idk. even if its small and not even ugly. i just lose my fucking mind. i jump out of my chair. i get the heebies and the jeebies.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

okay. chicken. cheese. something spicy so it wont be boring. a fuck ton of veggies so i can be healthy. and some olives, fuck olive haters.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

IM GOING TO GIVE IT TO MY LANDLORD <3

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

mexico city to see what all my friends are talking about.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

............................................................................

w    h       y

okay. i would go around tasting a bunch of fucking. really fancy old wines. listen i dont really drink okay. but with a very fancy old wine i can go around with a like, glass and look really sophisticated and tell gay things to gay people. hello boys. so id find one that strategically i would like the most for the rest of my life and choose it. and if its expensive i can sell it.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

i would stick a bell in the middle of it and all of us have to go there at six o’clock and throw bread at each other and fuck.

29. What is your favorite expletive?

cunt. i dont really use it ever, but boy it can pack a punch! 

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

that means my trees because theyre living things? good. my phone. i need it to function. everything else i have on the clouds and i can just write on a napkin if i really need.

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

:( 

i wanna say nothing because the good and the bad made me who i am and all that. and they’re learning experiences and healthy stuff. but some of my sisters abuse that has destroyed my psyche, literally just ruined my life, it would make things easier if that hadnt happened.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

WHAT I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT THIS LIFE STOP TELL ME HOW I GET THERE

Okay i’m moving to... greece and i’m going to study ancient greek everything and live right on the edge of the sea where the water’s lapping the doorsteps. and im gonna learn greek by immersion

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

i am not surprised whatsoever death is a cool entity.

probably someone who died really sadly and too soon in my life (no one close to me thank god) but just as a service to society

34. What was your last dream about?

wolves with bombs were chasing me around a giant university. it was all part of the game. i was trying to protect some people... soldiers were chasing me... i was hiding under the floor... hiding from authorities and war are VERY common dreams for me

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

Writer? Yes. am i saying that to sound full of myself? no. i am fighting very hard to maintain some self-confidence. i have done some writing recently and i am proud as fuck of myself. i caught myself thinking, “now that was banging, i know that was banging.” and so i just admitted it to myself.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

nooooot reeeaaaalllyyyyyy. i went in an ambulance for my face swelling up! still dont know if i needed to. still think i was allergic to the person i was talking to at the time. seriously when i stopped talking to them the hives went away. they literally gave me hives sdjfnskjndsjknfkjsfnjskdnfdsjknfjknf

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

yes

38. What is the color of your socks?

they have inuyashas on them

39. What type of music do you like?

dark, longing, aching, angry, raw, disappointed, serious, low songs that get intense as fuck.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunrises for the concept, sunsets for the looks

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

you know what? i dont really like milkshakes. they dont feel good in my tummy even if it’s not my stomach having a fucking meltdown.

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

the fuck is football

43. Do you have any scars?

yes, most of them are from dermatillomania, two big cool-looking ones on my hands from touching a cookie sheet without an oven mitt and pouring microwaved coffee all over my thumb because literally every inch of the counter had a foot of dishes on it and i didn’t simply heat up the water normally because everything was dirty

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

i want to be a psychologist and an author

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

id like a dong please

46. Are you reliable?

yeeeeeesssssss...... but the adhd wins sometimes

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

future self: even if you’re in a worse off place than where i am right now, don’t regret anything, don’t beat yourself up. sometimes it’s realistic to have hope. you don’t have to be hard on yourself all the time just because it’s familiar and natural to you. so stop thinking “if i see a note from my past self ill be filled with rueful self awareness”

48. Do you hold grudges?

yes. i feel like im saving my soul a little and taking some power back when i am able to say “that hurt, that was wrong, and you don’t get access to me anymore, i don’t have to forgive you” it’s admitting that my own pain is real so i can listen to and protect myself. i wish i was more of a forgiving person but i spent too much time trying to forgive unorganically for the sake of being moral that i just can’t, can’t can’t now. it hurts so existentially and i deserve better. time for me to be mean and hold grudges. a little mean is okay.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

a DOG  CAT????????

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

“doesn’t having a human-shaped robot with smoke coming out of it in the corner of your shop scare you late at night?”

“yes, sometimes i see it and jump a little”

51. Are you a good liar?

yes, when i’m dedicated. getting my birth certificate back? oscar worthy

52. How long could you go without talking?

i live like this lmao

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

once upon a time i had bangs. and a bob cut

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

yes bitch

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

yes bitch i can do a convincing british accent but i don’t want to broadcast that fact because being british is cringe and plus my name is gordon and im already trans and interested in cooking and my greatest fear is that people think i am trying to become him when i am deeply offended when people assume i make personal decisions for anyone other than myself. no one has ever actually voiced this theory to me but it haunts me late at night. i can honestly probably do any accent if i listen to it for a little bit. i find it very easy to imitate sounds and like individual speaking styles to the point of stealing them even when i dont want to. like actually this is something that just comes to me easily i think.

56. What do you like on your toast?

fuck toast. i make a grill cheese. cheese and garlic.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

i tried digitally painting a generic girl who ended up looking really simliar to someone i went to school with only i made the eyes way too small and i would show you except it’s too much work

58. What would be you dream car?

vw bug with giant monster wheels, black with flames, big booming stereo. eyelashes in a drag way. ill run pickup trucks off the road

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

i sang in the shower back when i felt free to annoy everyone in the house. oH WAIT IT DOESNT ANNOY PEOPLE WHO ARE KIND TO ME

...........

they taught me i was annoying. ANYWAY. i am too shy to sing in the shower but id love to. i dont really do anything unusual except that i take really long in there but yknow im not actually doing what people think im doing when i take long. im literally just sitting there decomposing, head empty.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

yes, of course, i have been telling everyone theres water under mars since day one and now look. now look

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

yes. im a sagittarius and clearly it is needed because CLEARLY theres no other fucking sagittariuses

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

G, because my name starts with that and i’m just great. really, i like... it has a chonk to it. like a reliable chonk to it

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

YKNOW WHAT? im going with dragons because of the fantasy, fire breathing and so on but yknow for my wip i was going to have both dragons and dinosaurs at a reptile like shelter

64. What do you think about babies?

i think they should be loved and nurtured, but they are too much work for me to want for myself at this point of life, and you should definitely read some manuals before having one if you can because people can and do mess this the fuck up

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

you didn’t ask anything here so im just going to tell you something. i am going to tell you that i have always been so hell bent on writing even when i hate it because sometimes when things are going well i feel like i am just so in another world and i feel like im doing something im really really supposed to do. it is such a euphoria and it has an effect on my whole aura. i really wish i had never made myself stop but we can’t change the past so i shall just have to never stop again.

THANKS HOOOOO

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

“I Can’t Do This Without You” Part 3

Summary: Bucky’s wife has been diagnosed with cancer. This is the fallout after surgery.

Word Count: 1.012

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

OFC: Izzy, little Steve, The Avengers, Dr. Travers

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, near death experience, angst

A/N: I have no idea how to attach a master list to this fic. If someone could help, I’d appreciate it. Thank you so much for reading parts 1 and 2. My heart’s overjoyed by the response.

Master List

Smothered deep in haunting thoughts, Bucky appeared dazed and confused. Angry, judgemental voices attacked his already fragile mind.

This is your fault Soldat. All the souls taken away from their families by your hands are repaying the favor. Y/N’s paying the price.

Bucky was in desperate need of just five peaceful minutes of sleep. He laid his weary head against the wall behind him. He decided to focus on the positive memories he had of you, like the way you laughed and how beautiful it sounded to him. Or when you would read your favorite book, the cute little face you would make because you were really consumed by what you reading. Even something as simple as watching tv with you was a calming thought for him. The happy memories finally lulled him to sleep.Thirty minutes later, ,Dr. Travers entered the suite and gently touched his hand. Startled by the touch, Bucky flinched.

Dr. Travers leaned in close to Bucky and  whispered,. “James, let’s move to the hall and talk.” Bucky moved as quietly  as possible through the room, as to make sure he didn’t wake  the others  that were sleeping..

“Y/N flatlined but the surgeon resuscitated her. Not only did she lose an extreme amount of blood, all of the cancer cells weren’t removed. Once she’s strong enough, we’ll start her on chemo.”

Bucky didn’t quite know what to say. The news shocked him beyond belief.

“She’s breathing with the aid of a respirator. I recommend delaying Isabella and Steven’s visit.”

Tears filled his eyes, a few falling down his face. He tried to speak but his words got caught in his throat, he cleared it before trying again.. “Wh- Why? She’s their mother, they’re going to want to see her.” He stammered.

Dr. Travers patted Bucky’s arm, “Yes James, I know she’s their mother, but I’m not sure they should see her like this. I’d wait until she’s at least moved out of the ICU.”

His knees buckled and he broke into a harsh sob, he collapsed against a wall. Dr. Travers gave Bucky comforting rub on his shoulder. “I’ll give you some time to gather yourself. I have to go check on her.”

He suddenly remembered the two children that were in the room, they needed him to be strong. He wiped the tears from face and mentally gathered himself. Bucky grievously returned into the suite, he slowly walked over to the couch and took a seat.

Your daughter Izzy, gradually comes out of her slumber. She stretched and searched around the room for her father, her eyes finally found him glumly sitting on the sofa. The blank expression on his face frightened her. Izzy got up and made her way over to him, her shifting off of the bed woke up her brother, S.J.  

Taking the seat beside him, Izzy placed her hand over Bucky’s metal hand. “Dad, any word about mom?”

“Yeah dad, what’s up? Is mom gonna be alright” S.J joined. He was now sitting on the bed, facing Bucky and his sister.

Bucky rubbed the scruff on his face and stared at the ground, before glancing back at the two of them.

“Yes” His voice barely above a whisper..

They waited for him to tell them what he knew. He adjusted himself in his chair. “Kids, your mom is in ICU on a respirator. She..She had some complications while she was under, so the they weren’t able to get all the cancer cells. They uhhh.. they’re waiting till she’s strong enough to start up chemotherapy.” His tone still faint.

S.J. wrapped his arms around Izzy. “Dad, can we see her? I wanna see her please?” Izzy begged.

“Sugar Plum, it might not be a good idea. Dr. Travers says it’s best to wait until Y/N’s moved to a regular room. I-I’m gonna see her in a bit.”

Wanda and Sam offered to take Izzy and S.J. home to shower. They balked at the idea. Bucky promised he’d call if anything changed.

Grabbing her duffel bag, Izzy handed Bucky her family picture. “Sit this by mom’s bed. I keep it on my desk.”

Rubbing his fingers over the white picture frame, Bucky smiled weakly. “Okay sweetheart. See you later. S.J,. mind your sister.”

Sam, deeply concerned patted Bucky on the back, “We’ll take care of S.J. and Izz”

Holding onto the family picture, Bucky steadied himself. Seeing the love of his life so sick, sliced through him like a knife.

He choked back a sob. There in front of him was the woman he’d spend the rest of his life with. She was still; color drained from her face. The steady beep of a heart monitor; hoses on the respirator reminded him of an octopus, sticking out in all directions. IV and blood hung from poles to her left.

Grabbing a chair, Bucky sat next to Y/N’s bed, holding her hand. His lip quivered, teardrops free flowing.

“H-hey Doll. If ya can hear me, know that I love you so much. It breaks my heart to see ya like this. Izzy and S.J. sends their love. I’m sitting a picture on your bedside table. Izzy thought you’d like to see it when you wake up.”

Kissing her hand, Bucky continued. “Izzy’s so beautiful. College life suits her. She reminds me of you; stubborn and smart. Her hair is cut short. I gotta admit I like it. Oh yeah, I’m starting to believe Zach’s her boyfriend. I’ll snap his neck like a toothpick if he hurts our daughter.”

He leaned closer to Y/N. “Tony renovated 3 rooms in the medical bay for you. Everything you’ll need to get better. Listen, I gotta go check on the kids. Love you to the moon and beyond. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Bucky collapsed in Steve’s arms weeping. “Stevie, I dunno what to do. It’s bad….real bad.

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Clod on the Run chapter 5: Fooled Around and Became Stronger than You (originally posted on August 31, 2017)

Last time, we saw the Guardians of the Galaxy experience fusion for the first time & got their ship rebuilt with help from Steven and the Crystal Gems. Now they return to Beach City where they confront old enemies of both groups.

“I have something to explain.” Holly Blue Agate said as she and Titus face both heroes. “I have recently decided that working for Blue Diamond was getting quite boring so I thought it was time to move to Earth and join you rebels!” she stated with a smile on her face. “What are you saying?” Titus whispered to her. “Quiet you, I have a plan.” she replied.

“You, join us?” Pearl inquired. “We've seen how badly you treat others.” Rocket then shushed her. “Zip it Pearl, I wanna see if she's lying.” he said. “Maybe she's not lying.” Steven replied. “Maybe she really does want to join us.”

“Steven, are you crazy? She makes life a living nightmare for all the Quartzes back at the Zoo.” Amethyst scolded the hybrid. “Oh water under the bridge Amethyst!” Holly Blue exclaimed. “It's not my fault they're so bad at their jobs, they're just naturally incompetent!”

Everyone was still unsure. “C'mon guys, everyone deserves a second chance.” Steven claimed as he began walking to the two. “Try tellin' that to Bismuth kid.” Yondu quipped, which caused everyone to stare at him in confusion. “What, Garnet told me on the way here!”

As Steven stepped forward and extended his hand to Holly Blue as a sign of friendship, he was suddenly grabbed by Titus. “Ha, did you really think I would join you?” she laughed arrogantly.

“Yes, we came here to capture all of your friends.” Titus added. “If you don't comply with our demands, then they will have to pay the price.” He whipped out a tuning fork-like weapon with a yellow oval object held at the tips and pointed it at the Gems. “Now which one shall it be?”

Everybody quivered as they all feared the worst. If they weren't smart enough, they would all die right then and there. Steven had to make a choice between protecting his friends or watching them all be eliminated, but in the end he decided to do it for them.

“Alright, you got me.” he said in defeat. “Very good choice young man.” Titus replied setting him down. “Now what shall we do? Maybe help me restore my honor by turning in those filthy criminals, grant me a Gem soldier of my very own.” He tried to continue on about his deal before being interrupted by Holly Blue. “Don't forget I'm part of this as well.” she proclaimed.

“Well, we do keep corrupted Gems in the Burning Room.” Steven responded much to everyone's shock, especially the Gems. “Are you crazy Steven?!” Amethyst exclaimed. “Who knows what kind of havoc he'd wreak with one of them by his side!” Pearl added.

“I'd rather be shattered than have those running around.” Garnet bluntly said. “I'm sorry guys, I'm doing it for you!” Steven exclaimed with tears in his eyes as he led Titus and Holly Blue away before turning to the others with a solemn “I'm sorry.”

He pulled up his shirt to reveal his Gem and the pink circle on the temple door glowed as it opened. “Steven, wait!” Star-Lord cried out as he held Peridot in a choke hold. “This is partially my fault as well so I'm coming with.” he said. “Let go of me Quill!” Peridot exclaimed.

As everybody walked through the door, they found themselves in a dimension that was nothing but pink clouds all around. “This is my mom's room, where you say anything and it can create it.” Steven explained. “Anything?!” Peter exclaimed in awe. “Hey room, think you can be a pal and make something to kick these two out?” But nothing happened.

“I've had enough of your insolence Star-Lord.” Titus coldly stated before turning to Steven. “Boy, take us to this burning room immediately!” he ordered. The son of Rose complied as he asked the room to lead them to the Burning Room. They all faded from Rose's room and suddenly rematerialized in another room that was filled with bubbled gems littering the ceiling.

“So you harvest Gems? You're even worse than I thought!” Holly Blue exclaimed in disgust looking at the various bubbles. “Wait, you do what?” Peter wondered, but Steven still didn't listen. “Just pick whatever one you want.” he said to Titus. “Very well then child.” the former Supernova thanked as he examined the ceiling until one caught his eye. “I think I'll take the orange one with those hints of green.” he finally stated pointing to that specific gemstone, which Peridot recognized all too well.

“Oh no, are you serious Steven?!” the traitorous Homeworld Gem cried as her Earth friend handed the bubble to Titus. “I'm sorry Peridot.”

Titus popped the bubble with his claws and the gem began to take form, growing into a giant monster with a flowing white mane, various spikes across its body and it's gem on its face where a human nose would be.

“I-it's JASPER!” Peridot screamed as the beast roared at the top of her lungs, popping a few more bubbles in the process and releasing more corrupted Gems. Everybody just stood there in shock except for Titus, who was utterly gleeful at this sight.

“What is even going on in there?” Gamora wondered as the others waited in the beach house. “I don't know Gamora, but we should be on our guard in case something happens.” Garnet ordered as the Guardians and Gems prepared for battle. Just then, an orange beast burst from the door and roared at the top of its lungs before curling up into a ball and charging towards the front door. “I-is that...” Lapis stuttered before Rocket jumped at her and they all got out of the monster's way.

When they all got up, they found Steven, Star-Lord, Peridot, Titus and Holly Blue walking out of the remains of the Burning Room as Connie ran up and hugged her friend. “Ohmigosh Steven, you're all right!” she weeped as she let go. “We were all so worried for you.” Pearl added with a few tears welling up. “What happened in there?” Drax wondered examining the destruction left behind by the orange creature. “That must've been Jasper, I'd know that roll from anywhere.” Amethyst replied.

“Thank you for your time everyone,” the Agate declared before she began to walk outside. “that boy you have there was a great help for us.” It wasn't long before Titus followed behind her. “Yes, that Jasper and all those corrupted Gems that were released can prove to be a worthy army.” he added. “And now we shall bid you goodbye.”

As the duo walked away, the heroes were left staring out into the open shocked at what happened. “Steven, did they say you gave them Jasper?” Garnet demanded. “I'm sorry guys, I just wanted to keep you safe!” the boy cried.

“Keep us safe?” Rocket said with a hint of venom in the tone of his voice. “KEEP US SAFE?! What you just did there was release what was once an incredibly powerful high-ranking Gem Homeworld soldier and hand them to two maniacs that want both of us dead!”

“Rocket, calm down!” Yondu exclaimed. “No, let me finish blue man!” Rocket snarled. “I've met dozens of people like you back in my days as a mercenary that seemed all friendly and welcoming only to stab me in the back! And don't give me that 'it's Steven, he's such a nice guy!' excuse either girls, sometimes being nice can bite you hard in the ass.”

“Rocky...” Steven said. “Don't call me Rocky squirt.” the raccoon snapped one last time. “Now if you'll excuse me, I'm taking the Milano outta here.” As he began walking out of the beach house, he noticed the ship turned upside down on the sand. “OH COME ON!”

“What do we do now guys?” Peridot asked. “Now, we fight.” Star-Lord declared. “Listen, I know we may have started out trying to kill each other and we spent not that much time together, but two jerks and a couple of giant monsters are tearing this place up and we're the only ones that can stop them. Now who's with me?” He stuck his hand to the others. “See, it's kind of like in the old Ocean's Eleven with Frank Sinatra where the crew put their hands together.”

“We all might die here, but we will die as comrades. Count me in.” Garnet said stacking her hand on Quill's. “And me too.” Drax added as he did the same. “Don't forget about me!” Peridot exclaimed struggling to enter the stack until the three of them lowered themselves to her height. “Thanks guys.” Then Yondu joined in. “Say Garnet, you still up for a candlelight dinner?” the Ravager asked the fusion. “No.” she bluntly replied before Amethyst stuck her hand in and Gamora as well.

“Anything to kick that judgmental Agate's ass!” the little quartz exclaimed. “We are Groot.” Groot said putting his hand in as well. “I'm in too.” Connie stated standing next to the giant tree. “Well Rocket?” Peter said to the gun-toting animal, who was moping on the front porch. “Oh fine, I ain't got that long a lifespan anyway.” Rocket groaned as he got up and put his paw in. Lion soon followed, along with Steven and Lapis. “We're in as well!” Steven boldly stated, which Lapis replied by nodding with a confidant grin.

“Alright everyone, let's kick this up a notch and save the world!” Peter shouted as they all charged into battle.

“Isn't it beautiful to see so much wretched organic weaklings run away in fear as these corrupted Gems are about to kill them?” Holly Blue asked Titus as they overlooked the chaos in Beach City. “Indeed my friend, so many lower beings at death's doorstep and those accursed Guardians will be to blame.” he replied. “That's what you think Titus!” a voice cried out. When the two turned around, they found the two groups standing behind them and not one was very happy.

“Leave this planet alone immediately!” Pearl ordered pointing her spear at Holly Blue. “Yeah, get outta town jackass!” Rocket added firing his ion cannon at Holly Blue, who deflected the blast with her whip. “How did you even learn about the corrupted Gems anyway?” Star-Lord questioned as he came face to face with the disposed Nova Corpsman.

“Why it's simple fool,” Titus replied smugly. “during our journey to this planet, we came across an ancient Moon base formerly owned by Pink Diamond that contained important information on her colonization of Earth, such as kindergartens, the Cluster, various Gem structures and of course, corruption.”

“Wait, there was information about corruption in there?” Garnet wondered before turning to Peridot, in which all the little green Gem could say was “What are you looking at me for?”

As the fight continued, the wild corrupted Gems were brought forth by Holly Blue to give them an advantage. “Alright, I have a plan. Pearl and I will try to get all the townspeople outta here, Lapis, Groot, Peridot, Drax and Amethyst will handle these monsters and finally Quill, Steven, Connie, Gamora, Yondu, Lion and Garnet will finish off these maniacs.” Rocket explained his new strategy. “Very good plan Rocket, but I have one question.” Peridot asked. “May I take one of your weapons for a spin?”

“Don't mind if I do!” the raccoon complied as he handed the Gem one of his bazookas. “Sweet, this is just like my old limb enhancers!” she cheered as she raced off with her group, laughing like a madman as she fired into the air. Rocket and Pearl ran to town to help the citizens while Star-Lord, Steven, Connie, Gamora, Garnet, Yondu and Lion stood their ground against the villainous duo. “Now we settle this.” Peter declared loading his laser pistols. “Bring it criminal.” Titus replied preparing to fire his cannon arm while Holly Blue summoned her whip and the two groups charged at each other.

On the beach, Lapis, Groot, Peridot, Drax and Amethyst were taking down corrupted Gems left and right. “So how many are we counting here?” Drax asked. “I don't know, probably six or seven.” Peridot replied tossing a trash can lid at one. “Yo guys, help me out with this slinker!” Amethyst exclaimed wrestling a plant-like Gem monster. “Seriously, how come we can never keep it down?!”

“I am Groot!” Groot said pushing the small Quartz off of the slinker and picking up before tossing it around like a ragdoll until it poofed. “I am Groot.” he proudly declared standing over the monster's gemstone. “Good one Groot!” Peridot thanked him before bubbling the Gem and sending it away. Suddenly, they all turned to see that same Jasper that broke out of the burning room roaring loudly. “Isn't that the Jasper I've heard about from Rocket?” Drax wondered as Lapis and Amethyst stared at it in horror. “Y-you bet it is.” Amethyst stuttered.

“Stand aside everyone, let me handle this!” the destroyer announced charging at Jasper. “You may be a mighty Quartz, but I AM THE DESTROYER!!!” he howled preparing to strike, only to land in its mouth, being shaken like a dog toy and spat out. “Not my boldest achievement, but at least I tried.” Drax said weakly.

“Rocket was right, you are a little bit of both.” Amethyst huffed before turning to Lapis. “Since Drax is out for a bit, what do you say about us taking on Jasper together?” she offered to the terraformer. “A-alright then.” Lapis replied before they both turned to Jasper.

“Alright Lap, here's the plan. I hold her down with my whips while you soak her and then Peridot delivers the final blow!” Amethyst explained her plan. “Wait, since when was I involved in this?” Peridot cried. “You might as well bring in Groot too!”

“I am Groot.” Groot added stretching his arm around Jasper's leg while Amethyst pulled a pair of whips from her gem and held down the rest of her body. “NOW!” she cried before Lapis raised her arm to summon a tidal wave which soaked both Jasper and Drax.

“What just happened?” he wondered looking around before noticing the rest of his group tangling with the corrupted Gem. “Now is my chance for revenge!” He charged at Jasper again clinging onto her face. “I can't believe it, I'm actually winning!”

“Now P-Dot!” Amethyst called. “But I don't have any metal to throw!” Peridot answered. Just then, Groot lost his grip as one of his arms was torn off by Jasper and tossed near the former Kindergartener. “Well, what a coincidence.” she said. Lifting it up as much as her small body can take it, she threw it at the Quartz gem greatly weakening it. “It didn't do anything!” Lapis exclaimed. “Then allow me.” Drax declared whipping out one of his knives. “SCREW YOU ORANGE WOMAN!”

He repeatedly stabbed at the orange gemstone at rapid fire speeds with all his might until it finally poofed. “Wow, we finally did it!” Peridot cheered before she noticed Groot holding his severed arm. “Are you going to be alright?” she asked the plant alien. “I am Groot.” he answered reattaching his wooden limb.

“That felt good, doesn't it?” Amethyst said reveling in their victory as she bubbled Jasper. “Yeah, it actually did.” Lapis replied nervously. “We make a pretty good team don't we?” she asked the shorter Gem. “Yeah we do!”

“Yes, three cheers for the mighty Drax and his companions!” Drax exclaimed raising his fists in joy. “Anyone?” Just then they all turned to notice Rocket in the sky with Pearl on his back. “Wonder how they're doing?” Amethyst wondered.

“We sure are high up Rocket.” Pearl said as she and Rocket hovered over Beach City, watching the citizens try to find ways to hide from the monsters. “Thank you Captain Obvious for your wise words.” Rocket snarkily replied. “Listen, I have a plan to get their attention.” He gently touched down on top of a building and fired another one of his weapons.

“ATTENTION PEOPLE!” he exclaimed, which caught their attention. “Is that a talking raccoon?” a short old woman in the crowd wondered. “Okay first off, I am not whatever you just said.” Rocket said. “Second, my friend and I are here to help you evacuate!”

“We just need you to leave in an orderly fashion without attracting any attention.” Pearl followed up. “That's right!” a man boldly interrupted, and from the looks of it, he appeared to be an important figure. “Oh, hello Mayor Dewey.” she groaned. “Hey Pearl, long time no see, how's it going?” Dewey asked trying to make his move on her. “Friend of yours?” Rocket asked with a cheeky grin, which earned him an angry glare from his taller partner.

“So anyway, as mayor of Beach City I shall accept ideas on where we should hide.” the mayor announced. Just then, all the townspeople started clamoring, with ideas like migrating to another town or another planet entirely.

“Why don't we all just hide at the U-Stor place?” a voice spoke out, which turned out to be Greg. “Hey, aren't you Steven's old man?” Rocket asked pointing at him. “Quill told me he's a big fan of yours.”

“You bet I am!” Greg replied. “Now like I said, why don't we all hide at the U-Stor place?” All of the other people quickly agreed with him. “Well what you waitin' for everyone, get outta here!” Rocket ordered as they all began to move away. “Thank you for the help small furry visitor, we really appreciate it.” Mayor Dewey thanked Rocket as he joined the crowd. “Who you callin' furry visitor, bub?!” the mercenary exclaimed.

“Well that was pretty easy.” Pearl said before a large shadow appeared over her. “Now we just need to help out Peter and the others with...uh Rocket, is something wrong?” Rocket replied by pointing at the source of the shadow, which was actually a green and pink pufferfish-like creature.

“WHAT EVEN IS THAT?!” he screamed pulling out another blaster. “It's another corrupted Gem, and it looks like it's aiming for us!” Pearl exclaimed before she summoned her spear. “Hopefully my spear can keep it down!”

She tossed it at the pufferfish as hard as she could but it failed as the creature knocked it back at her. “Well that did nothing, allow me!” Rocket said preparing to open fire, but he then realized that he was out of ammo. “Dammit, must've ran out when we tried to get the people's attention.” he added turning to Pearl. “Well beaky, been a fun ride.” As he hugged her leg accepting their fate, suddenly the creature's attack was deflected by a large pink shield. “Steven?!”

“Oh thank you for saving us!” Pearl cried as she ran up and hugged the child. “But wait, why are you here? We didn't see you coming!” she wondered. “The others were getting their butts kicked and Yondu told me to come find you guys.” Steven said. “Aw great, as if Quill couldn't screw up enough.” Rocket facepalmed. “But how are we gonna beat this beast?”

“Last time we faced that pufferfish creature, it was poofed by something very sharp.” Pearl explained. “Hm, something sharp.” Rocket said to himself looking around the area. “Something sharp.” When he laid eyes upon the Gem's discarded weapon, he got an idea.

“I think I have a plan, one of your hoist me into the air so that I can stab that thing and end this once and for all!” he explained. “That sounds so crazy it just might work!” Steven cheerfully replied. “Don't get your hopes up kid, it might fail and I'm still testy over what started all of this. Now someone toss me!”

Steven was the one to let the raccoon stand on his hands as he bravely held the spear. “HEY UGLY!” he shouted to the monster. “TRY SOME OF THIS FOR SIZE!” Steven threw his hands up as Rocket soared through the air before turning his jetpack on. Screaming as loudly as he can, he stabbed the creature, going right through it before the monster poofed from behind. Touching down on the ground and triumphantly holding the weapon aloft, it was as if a holy light shined down on him.

“Woo, great job there!” Steven applauded picking up the gem and bubbling it. Rocket just sighed. “Thanks kid. Y'know I'm kinda sorry about getting all fired up about you setting all those monsters free. It's just that like I've said, I've met dozens of people over the years who seemed all hunky-dory before backstabbing me but you, you aren't anything like them. You may have made some bad choices in the past, but that doesn't stop you from being one of the nicest guys I've met.”

Steven was brought to tears by Rocket's speech and hugged him as tight as he could. “I'm sorry too Rocket.” he said. “Okay, you can stop hugging me now.” Rocket replied before grumbling and half-heartedly accepting the hug only for Pearl to join them. “Hey Bert Raccoon, come in!” Peter exclaimed out of nowhere, interrupting the heartfelt moment.

“Hold on a sec guys, come in Quill.” Rocket said speaking into an earpiece. “Yeah, we're getting wrecked by those guys out here. Listen, I need you, Pearl and Steven to find Drax's group and help us out!” the former Ravager stated. “Hurry, I don't know how long we're gonna last!” Then the connection finally fizzled out.

“Well what do you say Steven, wanna go save the planet?” Rocket offered his half-human companion. “You bet I do!” he replied giving a thumbs up. “Great, now where are they?” Pearl asked. “I think I can see them up there near that lighthouse.” Steven said pointing to the others' location. They could barely make out Star-Lord being grabbed in the neck by Titus and a strange puff of smoke. “That smoke must be Garnet, we gotta hurry!”

“Don't you see Ravager, your accomplices have lost and soon you will all be under arrest!” Titus arrogantly declared while grabbing Peter by the neck. Connie was helping Gamora get up, Yondu was up & knocked out, Holly Blue Agate defused Garnet back into Ruby & Sapphire and Lion was just sitting around.

“Don't think you're so lucky now kitty cat, cause I've got backup!” Peter replied before Titus was hit in the back by Amethyst's whip. Turning around, the former Nova Corpsman saw the other heroes behind him, and none of them were happy. “Put Peter down or I swear you'll pay!” Peridot exclaimed aiming the firearm that Rocket gave her. “Oh good, all of you again.” Holly Blue groaned. “Well don't think you can win now because we still have those corrupted-”

“Actually, we took care of those.” Amethyst interrupted smugly holding Jasper's bubbled gem. “Well that's just peachy.” the manager groaned again. “Do not worry my partner. If it's a fight they want, then a fight they'll get.” the snow leopard alien assured as he pushed a few buttons on his cybernetic arm. Just then, a large portal appeared over the ocean with dozens of grey-skinned aliens on flying vehicles followed by whale-like beasts behind them.

“What are those?” Steven cried hiding behind Pearl. “Those are the Chitauri, a race of cybernetically enhanced invaders with only one goal in mind: destruction.” Gamora explained. “There might be too many of them for us to take on.” Sapphire stated. “I guess that means we might need Alexandrite.” Ruby added.

“Finally!” Amethyst cheered as she and Pearl took their places while Ruby & Sapphire did a quick dance to fuse back into Garnet. Then they all danced at once and created Alexandrite. “All of you can take care of them, the Chitauri are mine!” she said jumping into the air with Sardonyx's war hammer in hand. “Well you heard the giant, let us rumble!” Drax shouted charging at Titus only to get blasted back. “It ends here Holly Blue!” Star-Lord declared as they all prepared for the final showdown.

“Director Fury, sir!” a man in a suit called to another man wearing all black and an eyepatch. “We received intel from one of our agents stationed in Beach City that there's an alien invasion taking place!” he explained to his superior. “Another alien invasion?” the agent's superior said.

“That's right, Agent Lee went undercover as a tourist only to be discovered by a strange tree-like creature at that town's donut shop. Later on, he was escorted by a talking raccoon and a tall white-skinned female along with the rest of the townsfolk to a storage facility during said alien invasion. Our spy drones have also picked up a pink giant swatting at Chitauri forces before the drone was destroyed.”

As Fury examined the gathered footage, he noticed a pair of stars on the giant's knees which he immediately recognized. “The Homeworld rebels are still alive?!” he gasped. “Wait, what was that about rebels Director?” the agent wondered. “Never mind that Agent Kirby, I just need you to call in a strike force to take care of it.” Fury ordered. “And what happens if all else fails?” Kirby asked.

“Assemble the Avengers.”

“Are we rolling?” a news reporter asked his cameraman outside of town. “Yep, go time.” the cameraman replied. “Good. This is Lawrence Abrams reporting live from Beach City where an alien invasion is currently taking place that its local defenders the Crystal Gems, and some other weirdos, are trying to repel.” the reporter announced. As he spoke, Alexandrite swat at Chitauri left & right knocking them into the ocean as the rest of the heroes duked it out with Titus and Holly Blue.

“Give it up, we are far more skilled than you will ever be!” Holly Blue shouted as she electrocuted Groot with her whip. “Yeah, well we have some raccoon thing that'll roast your butt!” Amethyst responded whipping back. “Putting an end to your plans will be like eating a piece of cake.” Drax added. “Wait, what did he just say?” Titus asked raising an eyebrow.

“He meant to say that beating you will be a piece of cake.” Peter explained. “Since when was cake involved?” the cyborg answered back. “Can we get back to kicking butt already, this cake talk is making me hungry.” Steven said.

They immediately started tussling again when suddenly a large aircraft hovered over Beach City with a fighter jet descending from it. When the jet landed, out came numerous armored soldiers bearing highly advanced weapons. “Strike Team Beta, move out!” the soldiers' leader ordered as they fired at the Chitauri. “What are these people doing here?” Pearl wondered. “Do not be alarmed m'am, we are here to help.” one of the armored men announced before he was shot down by a Chitauri soldier. “Man down, man down!”

“Don't worry sir, I got this!” Steven exclaimed rushing to the man's side and spitting on his wound, healing it. “Thanks kid, you saved my life.” the soldier thanked. “Wait, did you just spit on me?” he asked. “Healing spit.” Steven replied. “Healing wounds through saliva. Director Fury might like this.” the soldier said getting up and continuing to attack.

“Helping that guy was great and all, but can you get back to helping us out?” Yondu said before Titus punched him in the face knocking him back while a strange object fell out of his coat. “Wait a minute, what is this?” Lapis wondered picking it up. Examining it, she saw what looked like a tracking beacon with a sun-like symbol on it. “Hey Yondu, is this yours?” she asked the Centaurian, who laid eyes upon it in shock. “Oh no, they're coming for me!” he shouted. “Who's coming for you?”

Suddenly another ship that looked more regal in design appeared out of nowhere, shooting at Alexandrite and causing them to defuse before hovering above the beach. A small disc dropped down from the craft, upon it standing a man that looked very much like Star-Lord except he looked like royalty. “Hello there Peter.” the man greeted the space cowboy. “Ugh. Hello dad.” Peter replied, much to the shock of pretty much everyone.

“Wait, you're his dad?” Steven exclaimed in confusion. “You actually do seem pretty similar.” he added. “One is an evil monarch that wants us dead!” Rocket replied. “Yes Rocket, thank you for your analogy.” Peter's father replied. “I am J'son, ruler of the Spartoi Empire and I come here for the Ravager with you.” he declared pointing at Yondu.

“Look pal, I may have stolen something important to your people but that doesn't mean you have the right to try and kill me!” Yondu said. “Silence fool, or else you and your Guardian friends will be executed when I take you back to Spartax!” J'son threatened.

“Yo, what just happened?” Amethyst wondered getting up from being defused. “And why is there two Star-Lords?” Pearl added. “Oh yeah, he's my dad.” Peter answered. “Whoa, what a twist.” Garnet stoically remarked.

“Excuse me Your Grace, but we called dibs on them first!” Holly Blue said. “Yes, we have come to Earth to complete what these criminals failed to do: capture a traitorous Peridot.” Titus added. J'son didn't pay any attention to them as he shoved both of them to the side to confront his son.

“Been quite a while since we last saw each other 'kiddo'?” he said to Peter. “Don't call me stuff that a real father would say to their son!” Star-Lord snapped back. “Oh, am I not the family you dreamed of?” the king of Spartax responded before Yondu shot him in the back with his arrow. “You may be his father, but you sure as hell ain't his daddy you jackass!”

The fight restarted, now with J'son involved. Star-Lord, Steven, Connie, Gamora & Yondu took on the king, Rocket, Groot, Lapis, Peridot & Amethyst fought Holly Blue and finally Garnet, Pearl, Lion & Drax battled Titus.

“He has the same weapon as you Peter!” Connie exclaimed blocking a shot from J'son's energy gun. “And it seems it's themed around the four elements.” she added. “Indeed little one, this weapon can only be wielded by those of the royal bloodline.” J'son explained. “Like so.” He pointed his element gun and fired a blast of lightning at his son, shocking him. “It can also produce lightning.”

“Good one there!” Titus exclaimed while blocking a punch from Garnet. “You know, we could really use something helpful here!” Star-Lord said getting up. “Yeah, I just want to beat these two right now!” Peridot added. “I have an idea, why don't Connie and I bring back Stevonnie?” Steven suggested. “Wait, who is this Stevonnie?” Holly Blue asked. “You'll see.” Connie said before she and Steven broke into a dance and formed the half-Gem half-human swordfighter.

“A human and a Gem?! Impossible!” the disposed Supernova stared in disbelief of the being before him. “Let's dance.” they declared unsheathing their sword and dashing at him, creating a large cut in his armor with Rose's sword.

“But you're just two children standing on top of each other! HOW?!” Titus was still shocked over how strong Stevonnie was compared to him. “Because we're made of love that's stronger than you.” they responded striking some more, this time chipping away at his mechanical arm. “I need more power!” he shouted. “Well maybe you should've picked a better cybernetic limb!” Holly Blue responded, which made Titus turn to her with a devilish grin on his face.

“Or maybe I need to make some modifications.” he boomed grabbing the Agate's whip. “What are you doing?!” she screamed in horror over what her partner was doing. “I'm just upgrading.” he replied tying the electric whip around her neck and strangling her with it as everyone else, even J'son, watched in horror. “I thought we were comrades!” she gagged as she tried to reach out for Steven to save her. “Please......help....me!” Those were the final words she could muster before being poofed entirely.

“Excellent.” Titus beamed examining the finely cut teardrop-shaped gem before inserting it into his mechanical appendage, glowing with Gem power. “Oh my stars, she just up and killed her!” Amethyst exclaimed. “She may have been a jerk, but Titus is an even bigger jerk!”

“That I agree with small purple creature!” J'son responded boldly. “Now I may be a tyrant, but harming those you have called your friends is where I cross the line!” he declared about to fire his element gun. “Which is why I won't need you anymore either.” Titus said firing a bolt of electricity at the Spartaxian royal's weapon, making it explode and scarring him with all four elements.

“That should lighten the load.” the mad space cop said to himself before turning to his Chitauri army. “My Chitauri fleet, heed my words!” he announced. “I command you to search this Earth settlement for its inhabitants and rip them apart like the dogs you are!” The cyborg aliens obeyed as they crashed their vehicles onto the sand and charged toward Beach City.

“Oh no, they're going to hurt all our friends!” Stevonnie cried. “And I have another plan to stop them!” Star-Lord added. “Garnet, Yondu, Lapis, Drax, Amethyst and Gamora will go and stop those Chitauri while the rest of us beat Titus.”

“That sounds crazy enough to work.” Yondu said. “All right everybody, move out!” His group moved out after the Chitauri squadron while Stevonnie mounted on Lion, preparing to fight. “And now, for real, we settle this!” they exclaimed while Lion charged at the other cat creature. The Supernova fired another shock blast at them, but it was deflected by Steven's shield. They threw the shield at Titus' face, making him lose focus on his aim and fired at a bit of the temple statue.

Meanwhile downtown, Garnet, Yondu, Lapis, Drax, Amethyst and Gamora were in hot pursuit of the small group of Chitauri that were headed for the U-Stor. “If we don't hurry up, those people are surely screwed!” Yondu shouted as he fired his arrow at one of them. “Yeah, let's pick up the pace!” Amethyst responded spin-dashing into another few. “They might bring in reinforcements, so I suggest we up our game here.” Garnet suggested. “Amethyst, we need Sugillite.”

“Sweet!” the purple Gem exclaimed before they danced and formed the brutish fusion. “Hey uglies, you want a piece of me?!” she howled as she swung her flail to the ground knocking them off their feet. Two of them started snarling at each other, presumably giving orders, and they sent in one of the giant whales carrying more.

“Damned Leviathans!” Yondu shouted as they started dropping down in front of them. “Hey Lazuli, wanna kick these boys' asses with me?” he offered the ocean Gem. “You bet I want to!” she complied before launching geysers at the Chitauri while Yondu patiently stood in front of a platoon waiting to attack him.

The aliens roared aiming their guns at him but he still didn't budge. That is until he started whistling, summoning his Yaka arrow to his side. He continued whistling, making it zoom around and stab them all. Then he directed his attention to the Leviathan. “Hey, think you could lift me up there?” he asked Lapis. “You got it!” she replied grabbing him by the shoulders and chucking him to the carrier's head. He whistled some more which made his arrow zoom around some more, creating various holes in the Leviathan and causing it to malfunction.

He jumped back down to Earth before it began to explode. Thankfully Lapis was able to contain it by trapping it in a water bubble before tossing it into the air and exploding. The two fist-bumped while the others watched in awe. “They're just like the explosions I saw in my childhood, only there was less remains of our enemies.” Drax said. “Please don't talk about your childhood right now Drax.” Gamora groaned.

Just then, a Chitauri soldier weakly rose from the pavement and charged at the U-Stor door, attempting to break it down. “That one is going for the door, we have to stop it!” Yondu exclaimed. “Step aside everyone, let me handle it.” Sugillite boasted stretching her arms. She looked down on the lone invader and prepared to attack, only for the alien to blast her in the face with its rifle.

“These alien weapons are seriously beyond our comprehension.” Garnet stated as Sugillite disappeared leaving only her and Amethyst. The Chitauri continued bashing at the garage door with its firearm before it was shot at by an unknown assailant. They all turned around to find an old man in sunglasses pointing an average handgun at the creature. “You leave these townsfolk alone you alien menace!”

He fired at the Chitauri some more and actually managed to injure it, but it fought back by blasting its gun at him, also injuring him. “Do you need any help mister?!” Garnet cried rushing to his side. “No thank you, I'm fine m'am.” the old man said getting up and walking back inside the garage before firing one last shot at the Chitauri, ultimately killing it. “Remember, you always save the day! If you think you can't, you'll always find a way! The people of the world believe in you, so fight on Crystal Gems! Excelsior!”

“Well that was a bit anticlimatic.” Lapis stated when the man closed the door. “Yeah I mean, what does 'Excelsior' mean?” Gamora replied. “That isn't important right now, we have to go back and help the others.” Garnet ordered before they all raced back to the beach.

Speaking of the others, Stevonnie, Star-Lord, Groot, Rocket, Lion, Pearl and Peridot continued squaring off against Titus. Rocket & Peridot had repurposed J'son's destroyed element gun and hit him with a large amount of fire while Star-Lord, Groot, Pearl and Stevonnie fought with all of their might.

“Give it up fools, I am far more experienced than you will ever be!” he boasted blasting some more volts at the heroes. “Yeah well, you fight like a cow!” Stevonnie shouted back continuing to damage his cannon limb. “But he's not a cow, he's some tiger thing.” Pearl remarked, clearly confused over what they just said. “It's supposed to like, insult the opponent Pearl. Haven't you tried something like that before?” Rocket replied. “Why certainly not!”

“Yo, you guys need a lift here?” Yondu called as the rest of his group appeared behind him. “What, I thought those Chitauri I sent after the humans would've killed you!” Titus exclaimed in sheer disbelief at the sight before him.

“Well you thought wrong.” Lapis confidently responded high-fiving Yondu. This made Titus very angry as he roared and charged at them like a predator about to slaughter his prey before Garnet punched him in the face, heavily damaging his cybernetic eye.

“That is it!” he finally exploded in rage. “I have had enough of all of you! Forget putting you under arrest, PREPARE TO DIE!” He pounced at his opponents again about to fire his arm cannon, actually knocking a few of them down this time. “Now I will show you the full wrath of a Nova Corpsman!” He signaled the remaining Chitauri to his side and ordered them to attack the heroes. “My minions, slaughter them all!”

The Crystal Gems and the Guardians tried their hardest to fight them off and defeat Titus once and for all, but all started to seem lost. “There's too many of them!” Peridot screamed firing the gun that Rocket gave her at them, only to run out of ammo. “Did you bring any ammo Rocket?” she asked the raccoon-esque creature. “I did, but I think they were lost when we first crashed here.” Rocket replied before a Chitauri grabbed him by the arms. “Hey, let me go!”

“I am Groot!” Groot cried for his friend before dozens more began dog-piling him. “Don't worry Groot, I'm coming!” Garnet exclaimed charging at the aliens to rescue the Flora colossus, only to fall herself. “My friends, it has been an honor protecting Earth with you.” Amethyst declared with a surprisingly solemn look on her face as she turned into a violin and jumped into Pearl's arms.

“Well what're you waitin' for P, pick up the bow and play something!” she shouted. “Are you serious right now Amethyst?” Pearl frowned tossing the purple violin back on the ground before she got shot at by another Chitauri. “Quit it you!” she exclaimed stabbing the extraterrestrial with her spear.

“We're surrounded!” Lapis cried as she, Gamora, Drax and Yondu were, of course, surrounded by Chitauri. “Can't you just wash them away with your water powers?” Drax responded. “That is a good idea, but more will keep coming!” Gamora answered. “Might as well keep fighting til we stop breathing!” Yondu shouted running into battle with one of the Chitauri. “Yondu no!” Lapis shouted as he was knocked out cold.

“You see my friends, your time has come to die!” Titus announced towering over the fallen heroes. “You can call yourselves heroes all you want, but in my eyes you are all filthy rats! Especially you so called Guardians!” Out of all of them, Star-Lord, Stevonnie and Lion were the last ones facing him. “You won't win Titus, we will beat you!” the fusion exclaimed stabbing the former space cop right in his chest, but he didn't feel much pain. “Are you done yet?” he asked without any sort of emotion in his voice while ripping the sword out of his body. “Now then, any last words before I obliterate you?”

“Yes, yes I do.” Peter chimed before breaking into a dance routine while singing a song. “If you're evil and you're on the rise, you can count on the twelve of us taking you down!” he sang. “Cause we're a little bit of both and evil is too stupid to beat us, we'll win the fight and go out for pizza!” Titus was utterly flabbergasted by what he was seeing before him.

“What are you doing?!” he shouted. “Dance off bro, me and you!” the half-human answered. “We're the Crystal Gems and the Guardians, we'll always save the day! C'mon, someone dance with me!” Nobody felt like joining him in his dance except Stevonnie. “You Stevonnie? Okay!” They continued singing. “And if you think we can't, we'll always find a way!”

“That's why the people of this world, believe in!” they harmonized together. “The Guardians of the Galaxy, the Crystal Gems......AND STEVEN!” Suddenly they started glowing and merged together into a new being, which was a mix of Stevonnie's body & clothes with Star-Lord's hair color, jacket, boots and helmet. “Whoa, what just happened?” they said before realizing what just happened. “Wait, did we fuse?!”

“Wow, two half-humans and a full human fusing? That's awesome!” Amethyst exclaimed. “Fusion or not, you are still nothing!” Titus shouted prepared to fire from his cannon, but the new fusion retaliated by firing a laser blast from the blade. “Awesome, a laser sword!” they beamed in pure excitement before turning to their friends and annihilating all the Chitauri. When they all got up, they were utterly astonished at the sight before them.

“Is that you in there Petey?” Yondu asked them. “Of course it's me Yondu, I'm like thirty percent Star-Lord!” they replied. “Maybe we should come up with a new name for this like Stevoter or Pevonnie.” Garnet suggested with a wide grin on her face. “I think Stevoter sounds pretty cool.” the Gem-human-Spartaxian fusion, now named Stevoter, said. “But right now, we got bigger fish to fry.”

They all glared at Titus, who was now growing more insane as the battle went on and was at his breaking point. “JOKE ALL YOU WANT SCUM, BUT I WILL PUT AN END TO YOU AND REGAIN MY HONOR!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs before launching a giant volt of electricity at the group. Stevoter quickly deflected it by summoning a shield that looked very much like a Walkman and the attack was returned in the form of “The Chain.”

“Aagh, stop it already!” the villain shouted covering his ears. “Oh we'll stop if you leave this planet alone!” Stevoter declared. “Alright a-holes, let's end this!” they rallied both the Gems and the Guardians together to finish Titus once and for all.

Garnet and Gamora dealt the first blow, punching him in the face and stabbing him in his cybernetic eye again. Then came Amethyst and Drax, who tied him up and kicked him around a bit. Groot and Pearl gave him a really big beatdown that he tried to fight back from, but to no avail. Lapis and Rocket beat him next with a righteous combination of firepower and geysers.

“Seriously, stop this!” Titus cried feeling more pain. “Just try and make us big guy!” Rocket arrogantly responded shaking his tail at him. Peridot than tossed the upturned Milano in his face with her metal powers. Yondu came next making his arrow destroy his cybernetic eye. Finally there was Stevoter who mounted on Lion and charged toward him with laser sword and Walkman shield in hand.

Swinging the blade, they sliced off Titus' robot arm and he fell down into the ocean. “So how do you like it now?” they boasted lifting up their mask, revealing a cocky grin on their face. “You may have beaten me now, but there's still the Chitauri to take care of.” Titus stated. They all looked up at the vortex still spewing out aliens over the ocean. “Oh right, we still gotta take care of that.” Amethyst said.

Stevoter suddenly defused back into Star-Lord, Steven and Connie, still reeling from what had just happened. When they all looked at each other, they turned into a big group hug laughing. “That was so cool!” Steven exclaimed. “Yeah, when we blocked that blast with the shield that was fused with your player and then there was the laser sword!” Connie responded. “I thought fusion was pretty cool, but I'd never thought I'd get involved in one!” Peter said. “Yes, it's good that we beat him but we still need to take care of those Chitauri.” Garnet added.

“We're gonna need a cooking pot.” Rocket declared. “That's right, I'm bringin' back the black hole bomb!” Nobody really liked the sound of that idea, especially Peter. “I'm not sure about that. The last time you built one, you nearly killed us all!” he shouted. “Listen guys, I kind of started this by taking all those Quartz gems and I'm gonna end it.”

“I'll go look for that pot!” Amethyst said racing inside the beach house and came back out with the pot and some more bits & bobs. “Thanks Amethyst.” the raccoon thanked her and began work on the black hole bomb. When he finished, he grimly turned to his friends. “Well gang, guess I must be off.” he said. “Groot, you're the best pal a guy like me could have. Quill, you may be annoying but you're still my bro. Lapis & Peridot, thanks for sympathizing with me. Steven, I'm still sorry for being such a jerk earlier. And to everyone else, stay gold.”

“I am Groot?” Groot wondered starting to tear up. “I'm sorry buddy, but it's the only way.” Rocket sighed hugging his big tree friend. Getting on a leftover Chitauri chariot, he flew away toward the vortex. “Good luck buddy.” Star-Lord said with a few tears in his eyes as well.

Finding his way inside the vortex, Rocket saw the Chitauri command center hovering above it. Soaring towards it while shooting down more troops along the way, he stuck the black hole bomb on the top of the vessel and turned it on. “Well, here goes.” he said to himself getting back on the chariot and zooming away from it.

He circled the command center shooting down any Chitauri that tried to attack him until the timer finally reached zero. The ship was already getting sucked in the black hole created by the bomb, and Rocket calmly accepted his demise until he was knocked off his chariot by a random Chitauri and sent flying into the ocean.

Meanwhile back with the others, they had just heard the black hole go off and mourned the loss of the their friend, with Groot taking it the hardest as he sobbed in Garnet's arms. “He died like a true hero.” Star-Lord said. “I'm really sorry about your loss.” Steven replied.

They all took a moment of silence to remember their fallen friend, but suddenly they heard a sound. Everybody looked around to learn where it was coming from until they turned their heads skyward to find a familiar furry figure falling towards them, screaming along the way. “Is that.....Rocket?!”

Rocket continued screaming incredibly loudly until he fell headfirst into the sand. “Whoa, what just happened? Last thing I remember was....” he wondered before getting interrupted by Groot bawling his eyes out while giving him a big hug. “I AM GROOT!” he sobbed in joy.

“Yeah yeah, I'm still alive. Did you really think the most lovable member was going to be offed?” Rocket snarked before everyone else joined in on the hug. “Okay now you're all choking me!” he wheezed. “How did you manage to survive?!” Star-Lord cried as they all let go and let him breathe. “I don't know. I was just flying around shootin' down Chitauri after accepting the fact I was gonna die and then boom, here I am. Speaking of which....”

The command center continued falling apart with its remains getting sucked into the black hole created by Rocket's bomb, which caused all the Chitauri to suddenly fall down dead. Then the portal finally sealed itself shut and all was quiet. “Wow, we actually won!” Steven cheered. “Indeed you did.” a soldier from earlier added. “Thank you all for your help today, we'll have Damage Control over here to clean up.”

After a while, a construction crew headed by an old woman arrived at Beach City to help the citizens rebuild their home. “So you all fused to beat that tiger guy?” Greg asked while rebuilding the beach house with Star-Lord, Steven, Connie and Gamora. “Yeah, we even had got a cool name like Stevoter too!” Steven replied. “And Rocket nearly died saving us all!” Connie added.

Yondu walked over to Titus' unconscious body, still with his metal appendage de-attached from the rest of his body. Picking up the gemstone of Holly Blue Agate from the arm, he handed it to Amethyst to bubble it. “I think she should be taken back to Homeworld so that Titus can get into some real trouble!” she suggested.

“Quit reading my mind squirt!” the Ravager replied before kicking the space cop in the head. “Yo furball, wake up!” he shouted as Titus began to awaken. “W-what just....happened?” he wondered looking around. “We kicked your ass, and now you're comin' with me.” Yondu answered with a cheeky grin.

“Okay, a little bit to the left, no your other left. A little bit more and there!” a construction worker gave orders to Lapis while she lifted a Leviathan out of the water. “Thank you for your help Miss. What was your name again?” he asked. “My name is Lapis Lazuli Mr. Ballinger.” she introduced herself. “Thanks Lapis, but just call me Lenny.”

“I've been searching for J'son for a long time, but thanks to you I can finally bring him in.” a man in a blue suit and golden helmet said as Pearl and Drax brought the king before him. “You're very welcome Nova. Or should I call you Mr. Rider?” the white Gem asked. “Please, Nova will do just fine.” Nova replied. “So what are you going to do to him?” Drax inquired. “Just going to take him back to Xandar so that he can be tried for his crimes.”

Groot meanwhile was helping Peridot, Garnet and Rocket get the Milano back into shape. “For a moment there when I thought I was gonna die, my life flashed before my eyes and it wasn't pretty.” Rocket explained as he re-calibrated the controls. “That must sound pretty terrible.” Peridot snarked. “I am Groot.” Groot added patting his head.

“I get it already, you're glad that I'm still alive yadda yadda yadda.” he groaned. “Whether you died or not, that was very heroic of you.” Garnet commended him. “Aw, thanks Garnet.”

“Well, seems like we gotta go now guys.” Star-Lord said turning to Steven when they all took a break. “It's been awesome being back on Earth and meeting you all, but we can't just guard one part of the galaxy.” He got up to go back to the Milano when Steven and Greg stopped him. “Wait, we still have one more thing for you.” Greg said pulling out a few presents from behind him and handing each one to the heroes for hire. “Go on, open 'em!”

Rocket was the first to unwrap his, which was an attack drone like Peridot's. “Sweet, my own drone!” he exclaimed tossing it into the air. “Is this one of your old swords?” Gamora said to Pearl after unwrapping hers, which was a cutlass. “Yes, since you're so well-versed in swordfighting I figured you might like this one.” Pearl replied before she got hugged by the green woman. “Wait, are we seriously doing this right now?” she wondered. “Don't worry, I'm starting to feel uncomfortable here too.” the swordswoman answered as Pearl returned the hug.

“What is this sweet-looking object?” Drax gasped at his present. “It's a cupcake, since you've mentioned cake a lot.” Connie said. “FINALLY, CAKE!” the destroyer shouted gobbling it down to the last crumb. “I must have more! MORE!”

“I am Groot!” Groot said examining his. “It's a mini version of your meep-morp. Amethyst helped me out with this one.” Lapis explained. “Yeah, it's basically from both of us.” Amethyst added. Finally there was Peter, who was gazing at his present. “Can I unwrap it now?” he asked Steven. “Sure, go for it!” the half-boy replied.

Peter finally unwrapped it, revealing it to be a cassette tape labeled “Awesome Mix: Universe Edition”. ��I knew you would love this Peter.” Steven said smiling. Star-Lord briefly glanced between the child and his new tape before hugging him. “Thanks kid, hope we can see each other again.” he thanked him smiling.

“Yo, where's my present?!” Yondu demanded looking quite impatient. “Oh what the heck, bringing these two in is enough of a present.” he said. “Mr. Universe, I'd like to speak with you.” an elderly woman flanked by the same old man from before said approaching Greg. “I am Anne Marie Hoag of Damage Control. Mayor Bill Dewey has told me that your son might have had something to do with these recent events.” she explained. “Yeah, that son is me!” Steven gleefully said shaking Hoag's hand. “My name's Steven Universe madame, and these are the people who helped save Beach City!”

Hoag then looked at both the Crystal Gems and the Guardians, walking towards Garnet. “You must be the leader of this crystalline camaraderie.” she said. “You can say that miss, but Steven's mother Rose Quartz was once our leader and soon Steven will be too.” Garnet said. “Good to know. I thank you for helping with reconstruction. My superior might want to get to know you better soon.” the elder said before turning her attention to Star-Lord.

“So are you like some kind of bandit?” she asked the space cowboy. “Well I was a thief before I met these crazy people that I call my friends.” Peter replied showing her his fellow space-farers. Groot just waved politely at her.

“So you claim be a Crystal Gem like the others yet you don't have a star. What's up with that?” Yondu asked Peridot. “Us Peridots are quite hard to poof.” she replied pointing to her triangular gemstone. “But what about Lapis, what's her deal?” he added up looking at the ocean Gem. “I'm not really a member, I'm just friends with Steven.” Lapis responded. “Well good to know. Oh would you look at the time, I gotta go!” he said looking at his wrist where a watch would be. “Think you could give me a lift back to my ship at the barn?”

“Yondu's right, we should get going.” Peter said about to board the Milano. “Goodbye everyone!” The rest of the Guardians followed suit following him onboard. The ship then lifted itself off the ground and took off as everyone said their goodbyes. “I'm gonna miss him too.” Steven said smiling.

The Milano was gliding through the sky as Rocket piloted it. “Okay gang, we should go into hyperspeed in a few minutes.” he announced. “Better buckle up!” Everybody did as he told them to, except for Star-Lord who continued looking at the cassette tape he was given. “C'mon Quill, get into position!” Rocket ordered. “In a bit, just gonna need to see if this works.” Peter said popping the tape into his Walkman before sitting down and buckling up. It then started to play a new song.

“If I could begin to be Half of what you think of me I could do about anything I could even learn how to love”

Meanwhile back on Beach City, the Gems continued watching as their new friends left the Earth. “Hope we can see them again soon, Drax was an utter riot.” Amethyst said. “You got that right Amethyst, now if you'll excuse us we gotta go back to the barn so that Yondu can leave.” Peridot replied as she, Lapis, Yondu and Titus teleported away on the warp pad.

“When I see the way you act Wondering when I'm coming back I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you

Love like you”

“Threat has been neutralized Director Fury, no need to call the Avengers. I repeat, no need to call the Avengers.” Agent Lee spoke to Nick Fury on an earpiece. “Good to know Agent Lee, we'll be sending over a Quinjet to bring you back to New York.” Fury replied ending the call. Agent Lee sighed, happy that he accomplished a job well done before he noticed a little boy standing behind him with a creepy stare. “You didn't see nothing true believer.”

“I always thought I might be bad Now I'm sure that it's true 'cause I think you're so good And I'm nothing like you”  

“Thanks for the lift girls, farewell.” Yondu thanked Lapis and Peridot as he shoved Titus onboard his ship. The two Gems waved goodbye as he took off. In his ship, Yondu tried to contact the Gem Homeworld looking back at Titus with a sneer. “Welcome to the Diamond Line, what do you want?” Yellow Pearl said when she came into view.

“My name is Yondu Udonta, and I have a little something for you.” Yondu introduced himself pulling Titus next to him. “This guy kidnapped one of Blue Diamond's Gems and attempted to shatter the Gems you assigned some friends of mine to capture.” he explained. “Pearl, who is calling us right now?” a voice belonging to Yellow Diamond asked as she pulled up the communicator to her face. “Oh no.....” Titus weeped, thinking about what fate would befell him.

“Look at you go I just adore you I wish that I knew What makes you think I'm so special”

“Finally, back in space.” Rocket sighed, feeling utterly relaxed while they entered hyperspeed. “So how's your present Pete?” he asked his captain. “Beautiful.” Peter replied. “So where do we go now?” he said to his teammates. “Who knows? You lead the way Star-Lord.” Gamora answered. And thus brings an end to the tale of a meeting and friendship between two worlds.

“If I could begin to do Something that does right by you I would do about anything I would even learn how to love

When I see the way you look Shaken by how long it took I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you

Love like you Love me like you”

Finally everyone, it's over. This chapter took 9,000 plus words and it may have dragged out a bit, but it's over. Thank you everyone so much for joining me on this journey and I hope we can do it all over again someday. But for now, here's some hints of what's to come.

“Lord Thanos, I wish to speak with you.” Corvus Glaive said to his master. “What is it that you want to confer with me about?” the Mad Titan wondered. “It's about Earth, we have received intel that your daughter was on that planet.” the alien explained bringing up a hologram of recent events.

Thanos carefully examined the happenings until he laid eyes upon a group of people with his daughter. “The Homeworld rebels are still alive?!” he exclaimed recognizing their star symbol. “Very good, perhaps they could be the key to helping me find the Infinity Stones.” Getting up from his throne, he brought forth a golden gauntlet to his hand with six empty spots. “My minions, we are headed for Earth.”

Did you like what you saw? Yeah, I liked doing this too but the next one will blow you away.

We see a laboratory decorated with various suits with armor as a man with a welding mask over his face tinkered with some metal. “Mr. Stark, I have received a call from Nick Fury.” a voice announced. “Excellent J.A.R.V.I.S., bring it up on screen.” the man replied pulling up his mask to reveal a face with a beard as a screen showing Nick Fury appeared before him.

“Tony, I've tried to call you for the past few hours.” he explained. “What for? And make it quick, I'm kinda busy here.” Tony wondered. “An alien invasion took place in the Delmarva town of Beach City, which was put a stop to by the Guardians of the Galaxy.”

“Wait, those guys?” Tony was perplexed at what he just said. “Shouldn't they be like guarding some other part of the galaxy or something?” he asked. “True, but who was with them is what I wanted to speak with you about.” Nick brought up another screen of the aforementioned group, consisting of a woman with a square afro, a purple figure, a thin white lady with a pointy nose and a little boy with puffy hair.

“They call themselves the Crystal Gems and I believe they might be useful to the Avengers at some point.” Fury continued. “Interesting.” Tony said with a certain look on his face stroking his beard. “Jarvis, book a flight to Delmarva.” he ordered the voice. “On the double Mr. Stark, what for?” Jarvis said.

“It's time I had a little talk with them.”

The Crystal Gems will return in “Steven Universe: Secret Wars”

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I hear two Atlanta Police Officers with missing vehicles called the Mayor and apologized to her for thinking of only themselves, admitted they were afraid that if they were in the same situation they would been fired as the other two in the Rayshard Brooks case and they couldn't allow that to happen to,themselves and the community so they wanted to show what would happen if it did because like me they all saw it as a justified homocide, a honorable weapon's discharge.

But after reading what i wrote last night. They fully regrret their decision and would like to have a meeting with her today, the entire 25 that stayed home for 3 days and they will all drive up to see her, in their personal cars of course.

Of course they got her mussing her mascara and all. Weeping she is. Don't mean she's weak. Just means she knows love. And she knows how evil attacks it and makes love so painful.

... ...

I mean I'm real surprised at Atlanta. I never had any problems with them they was always "The Next New Orleans" i called them.

Always just witchy with it. Good and a skip ahead.

So besides my anger at the situation created...

Look. I come straight outta the 90s.

Back then... Man. Our history been lost in 30 years. Our soul soul soul filled history. Its gone. It ain't there.

Back in the 90s we had about a 15 year break. From the protests from Vietnam War. Love not War Protests. We had them nice little 1950s with "Hello Technology: introduction to the TV" ONWARD to the "60s Hippies. Make love not War" taking it right onto the 70s which came back with the Civil Rights

So our 90s. Y'all they were the most beautiful. They were the combo of the 60s and 70s.

The riots and protests being taught to me and we made it big as we could with all the best parts of being a Human Rights Activist with brand new only 1990s fluorescent neon dripped could bring in.

That was all lost. Its all gone.

But the fight. The rights. THE TRUTH we went all 1950s and stayed in and raised our kids right. People wanna say shit about the Millennials. But we spoke truth. We spoke from our heart and we let them find,the truth as safe as possible and form their own opinions based on truth alone.

So now people wanna beat our kids. People i went to high school with they got high school graduates. Mine will be 17 this August. Real honest to God birthday and age.

Those are my babies. Our babies. They are our future. In 50 years they're gonna be like old man Bernie Sanders. 70 years old bent over fighting because we're gonna be near dead at 90 and more.

And people neglect and beat and ...

Man Our kids got it bad enough already. Simply because THEY KNOW THE TRUTH.

And man we got to protect them. Protect their hearts. Their minds. Their souls.

And they getting allllllll this stress. Put on them. Stress that is simply avoided.

By one dancing in the streets.

By 15 officers stating their badge numbers.

By the police owning up to who they are and why they exist.

Don't they want peace? Used to be they were called Peace Keeping Officers.

Now they called Lice Officers. Coming in on Native American Reservations claiming unwashed hair bread bugs. Let me tell you something. My daughter and I got lice a while back.. Like 8 years. The only thing that killed them was coating our hair in oil

Lice breath through holes in their exobody. So the oil makes them suffocate to death and die. Furthermore people whom smoke reject lice more frequently than those that don't. It takes me 3 months longer to get lice than a non smoker.

Peace pipe anyone?

.

So historically police aren't loved. They aren't wanted.

Being a police or military. It becomes a color of our skin. I'll post a tattoo that isn't finished being colored or lined. It's not done. I'll show you we can balance it.

Get out of your comfort zone. Step out of your skin.

We can't stop being black. We can't stop being what drives us to be police.

But we can control it.

"BURN ALL THEIR FUCKING CARS" demanded the international head of the CIA.

"No ma'am. This is what we did" they didn't tell me No before. They just did it. Because they knew it was better. They knew it would cause all 25 of y'all to have to stand up and say "my car is missing. This is how i feel. I do/don't want it back"

Where yall can't pretend what y'all did didn't matter and just get up and go to work the next day. All sneak in and get back to business.

No. You got a fucking problem. You forcing others to take on your load, Zone 5.

Were not walking away and being all its fine what ever. You got a problem. We need to tackle it in a for real state.

Foooorrrrr Reeeaaaalllll state.

You got a problem in your mind? Those become tangible. They aren't floating thoughts. They are what makes us do what we do.

Make it concrete. Take away their cars.

I ain't saying the charges will be dropped. That's all a whole other issue. I don't work in the justice system. Court. Law. I tell you how to win in court. But i ain't about telling some DA how to shove it. I just sue them. When its courts. I fight their game. With paperwork and all that shit. So like i said that's not on me to say the charges will be dropped.

When it's a basketball game you use a ball and circle to drop the ball in.

Use proper tools

Atlanta PD could and should said "alright let's picket the DA. Lets go in uniform. Leave our weapons in the car. Unbutton our shirts. Put red paint on our foreheads to show where they're hurting us. Show them the DA now made us defense less and stripped"

Half hour. 10 minutes. 2 hours. Don't matter. As long as you make that statement.

NYPD did that.

Sure i can ask Tree, tree why ain't you posted that? Taught them?

But why didn't NYPD pull out thier hands and say NBC, FOX. Where's them videos of what we use to do and so we can stop and make this shit right in the streets?

Thata all i did. That's all im doing now. Yeah I'm,the most brilliant and all

But the last since November i been telling y'all "shake them tail feathers"

How is Gary Trump's brother going into human trafficking for 24 years to be found by me. Then murdered by his brother that took his name and lied about who he was? And his brother didn't care. He said "ill go by Gary. It don't matter. Hes worked hard under my name"

How is the ACTUAL Donald Trump not allowed to be in a Black Lives Matter movement? How come no one is shaking their tail feathers to a man killed by the government for greed and white power?

The faux Donald Trump that is our impeached President is a racist.

So why isn't his brother being named? Black Lives Matter.

One person says "Let's Shake Our Tail Feathers".

Dont matter if you believe me. Its the movement. Quite literally.

Its confusing and alive and can make us all sick. It is its own plague. "Shake ya tail feathers" it's a mental plague if you refuse truth.

Regardless how i named it. I still taught it and spoke it. And led y'all to dance it.

Bye bye stress. Bye bye human trafficking.

Bye bye inequality.

Instead it's crazy

It was already planned to be crazy. Burning down buildings calling them Liberty Torches.

Civil Rights . Civil Liberties . take No Justice/Fairness and make it a sight to behold.

Is it fair to me financially to burn down my own economicially profiting legally businesses to make a Park and Garden where you can get fresh and,free vegetables and fruit for life? HELL FUCKING NO.

I got to pay security and taxes and i don't get a single domestic dime in return.

Kids go play on my slides and swings and wear them out having too much dam fun. Then i gotta spend More Money to make sure i am making sure they even get a single second to know what fun is.

I spent my whole life working. Every dam day.

One day I went out and I was 18 years old and i heard laughter. And i didn't know what it was. What made people laugh? How could people even be happy? Or want to laugh?

I was 18 years old. Didn't under stand a human thing.

And it just kept going and going and going. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to do whatever it took. And I didn't know why. Because i got my car keys out and opened my car door the second time that day. This time to make it stop. I put my car key between my fingers. Next thing i knew, I was sitting back down. And starting the car. Obviously my mom knew I was crazy with worry. And lost my mind. Shoved my ass back in the car and said "no you're just gonna leave and leave those innocent people alone"

I was so angry and bitter. And now my life is even worse.

If I couldn't attack them people. No one else can attack innocent people in public.

I don't care how fucked up you are. YOU CAN'T ATTACK SOMEONE FOR THEIR FREEDOMS.

Laughter. Black Lives Matter. Blue lives MATTER. All lives MATTER.

Some ignorant fool was arguing with a store clerk saying how her Black Lives Matter sign offended him

Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.

Why can't y'all see and accept that?

We can't we be one. One truth.

One life to live

I can't live as Cleopatra or anyone of my past lives. I can't even live the life I led in the 90s. I can't even walk

We have one life to live and this is it.

So do we kill each other? Or do we protect each other?

Why aren't we being One?

When you're alone you can think of only you. You realize how important you are. We all need alone time.

When im with you i can only think about how important you are.

There isn't enough room in my brain to say how important we both are at the same time unless we do and think and act the same way all day long. Even for twins and clones its impossible.

So in my brain and in yours. You can only think about how much ONE life matters at a time.

ONLY ONE LIFE IN THIS WORLD MATTERS. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!

We. Our. Us. You can't stop a great combination.

Power and love = unified. Unity. United.

Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.

Stop the pain. Hold our hands. Let the love flow. Let the Heart speak until it sings.

So yesterday old Blackfeet and Regina didn't see each other for the DUMBEST thing. She said "oh baby ill move in the nursing home with you"

He says something all "nonsense that's dumb shut up" all Grumpy Bear.

I don't even want to be with you.

So i talked to Michael about their unique situation.

He could had said "I'm well enough to move into a regular home with you. We don't need the nursing home. I moved to (US state) to be with you. To be close to you because you mean more to Me than Anything in the world. And you deserve a big ole castle. Because i love you and we gotta do all this best and right. No nursing home. We got another 50 years plus i wanna be doing you on the kitchen table and not here. All I can smell is stinky old man diapers from the neighbor"

And she could said had he continued the fight "oh idk what I'm saying I've never even seen the nursing home. Do you mind i come visit you there? Id really like that"

It would taken ONE. Only one to stop their ninny war.

And they would been holding each other. With love.

Instead of living in Hell.

So, now what happened was we put it all on old dad. Because hes the Black Beethoven who can suddenly sing a ballad of symphony in the midst of telling some real bad history truth.

Then moments later Regina said "well i could said something different, too".

It takes two to tango.

So I challenge y'all to punch inequality in the face. BLM. there is no difference between.

Black. Blue. Red. Purple. Yellow. Green. All bruises.

Challenge each other. Black and blue.

Force it. There is no difference and it must be seen.

Chant it. Turn on the "Boombox" and dance together. Dance if some won't. But do it in their face.

Laugh. Be happy. In their face.

If they're bitter like an 18 year old me and don't have a Angel Mommy to bust their ass back down into a sitting position. Someone will beat the shit out of them. Someone will stop them and i Will go after them and send you services for legal and medical. Free.

Acknowledge.

You are hurt. I am hurt.

Lets Live. Lets be happy.

Lets try. Trying makes perfect.

"MOVE BACK"

"TAKE THAT FIRST STEP"

"MOVE BACK"

"SEE WE ARE HURT SAME AS YOU" point out the ones that have fear. The ones that try to intimidate. -- The I Can See You -- let them scream in your face youre nothing but a piece of shit. And yell back they're someone inside a police uniform. And you can see it.

Beat their asses like fucking Care Bears.

Teach you a little photography. 1. Dirty lens. Dry skin. 2. Lotions the skin. Hannibal lectur. 3. Cleans the lens. 4 & 5 close up with flash. 6&7 close up without flash.

After meeting some kids in college. Native Americans from tribes near Gallup. Very very. Very Racist.

I began to question my life long believe of how I could live with being a military based person. And being an Native American.

I didn't know. I just knew i could and it wasn't fair to me to destroy the very being of me. Simply because it don't make sense without actual factual historical documents.

Remember Oregon Trail was First. That made Atlas.

Then down the coast to find gold. So NM DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT NO FUCKING TRAIL OF TEARS SO GET OUT MY FACE.

And so my owl... Its every thing. I didn't design it normal. It has wings that are out stretched yes.

But it has a secomd pair of wings. Which are pins from the United States Coast Guard. Those wings are like hands. To do things close by to the body.

Its slightly designed after a Hindu God. She has 6 arms.

Here the wings are keeping the body warm and safe and sound.

How could myself own an owl to represent my secret past of S.Leigh if it can't have hands to represent both my heart and mind?

There figlirliee on the head. That's not for me. Its because I think about you. The mass population of Earth.

I need more simply than what the Earth can provide in the reality of which exists on Earth.

There's an hour glass of water on it's side, traveling... My baby bird is flying with an hour glass.

If you look. You'll see a woman under and between the two shields. And she has "duck lips"

For the real "Not Gary Donald Trump"

Her lips are actually a heart. But they look off..

A rose each sits above the shields. A diamond in the midst of the tail feathers.

No piece

No area.

Is just a feather. A stroke of color.

Each is an item. There's no nothing. It is all something

The military did not just beat us and we took it as Muscogee Creek Nation. We built an Atlas. Recivejed the City of Atlantis -- the Spain sent supplies to help us for years. All the way from Florida.

There was Something. It all wasn't nothing

Or for nothing. Everyone looks for the truth. Looks for the Lost City of Atlantis and i am the one who sunk it. Because I am the Goddess.

The diamond has a purple eye. Diamonds are the hardest and toughest known substance.

Well i know my mind is gonna cut you and rip you apart from what I've seen. So my eyes are like diamonds. My mind

Our tounges are diamonds. We can slash each other apart.

Or we can acknowledge the riches we have.

My Ultimate Challenge is for the police to create a barricade when necessary. No weapons in hand. Hands on the top of their heads and chant BLM Bruises are the same.

We know black bruises hurt the worst, the same level as red.

Then purple. Then blue. Green and yellow rarely do.

So please fight blindness and inequality with me.

And please post it on the national news and international news. So that we know as a world we all fight together

Whether it's in the couches or in the streets.

Thank you for trying.

[flatsuke]

half-finished, half-empty

Summary: Saizo spent his days wishing he could sleep without dreams. Reincarnation/Modern!AU  

Genre: Angst, Romance

Pairing: MC/Saizo

a/n: FINALLY, I write a fic for SLBP lmao. This is based on @yoolee‘s prompt list —specifically, the “Reincarnation – they meet again in the modern world“ AU and Saizo’s wedding event story. Now, I know I’ve said this before, but I’m an absolute sucker for happy reunions, so I just had to write this! I hope you guys like it! 

@amigoingbananas i finally wrote for this fandom lmao

He remembered when it all started.

When he was a boy, Saizo dreamt of a lonely village hidden in the trees. He could still remember the caws of the crows that flew all around, and he could almost smell the metallic stench of blood that never seemed to stop filling the air.

“That’s a silly dream, even for you,” Yuki had told him almost exasperatedly, running her fingers through Hotaru’s hair in his sleep. “You’ll get over it when you wake up tomorrow.”

He supposed she was right. Dreams never really made sense anyway. This one shouldn’t have been any different.

(Still, he didn’t miss the slight, almost unnoticeable twitch in her ever-present smile when he mentioned the word “village.”)

After shooting one last glance at his older sister, he went back to sleep that night.

This time he dreamt of a cherry blossom tree in full bloom, with its pink petals cascading all around him. Someone else was there too, and Saizo felt an indescribable urge to reach out for them. Their back was turned to him, and something in Saizo knew that he just had to see that person’s face if he wanted any respite—

But the moment he stretched his hand out, he woke up to the empty ceiling of his bedroom, all the petals from the cherry blossom tree gone, and a surging emptiness in him.

(He never told anyone about his dreams after that night.)

“I won’t deny your novels are fantastic, Mr. Kirigakure,” Saizo’s editor advised, leafing through the pages of his latest manuscript. “I just think they need a more…quixotic touch, you know? I mean, they’re sexy, for sure, but there’s just something so cynical about them.”

“Maybe that’s just my style.”

“True. But I think you should try branching out a bit more—maybe try expanding your genre a bit to something more romantic?”

(Saizo had to bite back the urge to scoff.)

His editor bade him goodbye not long after, leaving Saizo alone with his thoughts. He pored through his manuscript with a sigh.

It wasn’t like he never wrote anything romantic before. In fact, to no one’s knowledge, he had a half-finished manuscript of a tale he’d saved, hidden deep within the recesses of his files. No one would be able to open that story even if they destroyed his computer.

He had written that story before making his big debut as a novelist. In retrospect, it was relatively mushy compared to the risqué writing he did now, but he could never bring himself to finish it, much less publish it.

The story was a pathetic cliché, really—it was about a pair of star-crossed lovers who were destined never to be together, no matter how much they tried. Halfway through writing the damn thing, he couldn’t think of what to write after the climax—the part when the man promises his lady he’d always come back to her. Every scenario he came up with just ended up frustrating him even more. In the end, he never bothered touching the story again.

Despite them being his own creation, he thought the lovers were absolute fools, always trying to fight against the inevitable.

(And yet, he couldn’t shake off the strange, almost sad déjà vu he felt when he first wrote that manuscript.)

Saizo never wrote during rainy days. There was something about the rain he couldn’t bring himself to like.

Maybe it was the way it turned everything dreary and heavy, or maybe the way it tried to wash away everything, both the good and the bad. Either way, Saizo hated it.

He remembered having one of the worst nightmares on a rainy day in his childhood. He had been sleeping in his room, and the storm that raged outside was a particularly terrible one—so much so that the storm found its way into his dreams.

He wore the same black-clad clothing the shadows from the trees wore, and he was covered in blood. Blood that wasn’t his.

His hand held a blade that somehow found itself buried deep into a torso. Saizo tried to get a good look at who his hands had slain, but he was only met with that same, anonymous figure from before.

Slowly, they turned to face him. For the first time in all his dreams, they smiled at him.

The rain poured hard on them both and tried to wash away the blood on his hands, as if trying to erase his sins. But Saizo knew better.

(People’s sins didn’t go away that easily.)

He woke up to his sister shaking him hard. There was an uncharacteristic look of worry on her normally smug face, and he could see little Hotaru beside her, nervously fiddling with his scarf. Apparently, Hotaru had called Yuki because he heard his older brother thrashing violently in his sleep.

“It’s the village dream again, isn’t it?” Yuki asked Saizo, gripping his shoulders tightly.

Saizo said nothing to his older sister, choosing to stare at the wall behind her. Then, as if possessed by a ghost, he spoke.

“…Dango. I want dango.”

Neither Yuki nor Hotaru, for the life of them, could figure out what made their brother request for something so arbitrary and out-of-place at that point in time, but they obliged him anyway. Saizo rarely asked for anything, after all.

Since then, rainy days at the Kirigakure household were spent with dango.

“You look like a dead fish, Saizo,” Yukimura commented, pouring more sake into their glasses.

“Thank you for the appreciated, and very much unsolicited comment, dear.”

Saizo had been dragged—unwillingly, if he might add—by his lifelong friend to go out and take a breather from writing. In true Yukimura fashion, the younger man was getting redder and redder by the moment while Saizo barely took a sip from his glass.

“I’m being serious here! You seem so down in the dumps lately.” If someone normally so slow on the uptake like Yukimura could notice it, then something was definitely wrong.

“My face is always like this,” said Saizo, trying very hard to ignore his friend’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on, and I’m sure as hell you don’t wanna talk about it, but at least try to let yourself be a little happy, you know?”

That hit him hard.

Yukimura had backed Saizo into a corner of momentary speechlessness, and the dummy didn’t even realize it.

“What, did you steal that line from one of my books?” Saizo asked his friend teasingly, trying to cover up his sentimentality.

“N—no! Of course not!”

Saizo bit back a chuckle. It was always fun to tease Yukimura, and as strange as it sounded, seeing him so flustered felt so natural—like it ran in Saizo’s blood to mess with the younger man. He’d never admit it to anyone for as long as he lived, but Saizo saw their banter as one of the few things that made him feel at home somehow.

“Well, I’d best be off,” Saizo announced, placing some money on the bar counter.

“You’re leaving early again?”

“Duty calls and all that. By the way, red looks good on you, little lord.” Saizo gestured to his friend’s jacket.

Thankfully for him, Yukimura wasn’t completely sober, so Saizo gave him an expression akin to fondness. Hopefully, he wouldn’t remember any of this by tomorrow.

“Little…lord?”

For a moment, Yukimura was confused, but before Saizo could even see Yukimura’s expression change to recognition, Saizo was already out of the bar, a big smile on his usual poker face.

He sometimes woke up at the middle of the night, the phantom pains of his nightmares still lingering on his skin.

He’d dream of dying by the hands of the black-clad shadows that crept in the trees. Some nights, he saw the moon look down on him in pity as he fell off cliffs and rooftops. Other nights, it’d be poisoned arrows on his back, coming from the bow of a man with an equally poisoned smile.

And yet, every one of them ended with that same, mystery figure from his childhood dreams crying. Crying for him.

No one ever cried for him, and he didn’t think anyone ever would. Half of him wanted to tell them to stop wasting their tears on him—that he wasn’t worthy of their tears and he never would be. The other half, however, wanted to wipe them away and take on all their pain for himself.

“Dear, oh dear,” he’d say. “You’d be silly to waste those on me.” But he felt a wistful sort of happiness nonetheless.

In the mornings, he’d wake up, cheeks wet with the tears he could never shed for himself.

Yukimura had invited him to come all the way to Kyoto to watch one of his one judo competitions. Pretending he had nothing better to do, Saizo accepted the invitation with feigned apathy. The little lord would probably be all smiles if he saw Saizo waving at him from the audience—not that Saizo minded, of course. He needed the change of pace.

Hell, maybe Kyoto would give him the inspiration he needed.

The competition wasn’t going to be till the next day, so Saizo decided to kill time and take in the scenery for a bit. Somehow, he found himself wandering all the way to Maruyama Park. What possessed him to come to such a crowded place at the beginning of spring, he didn’t know. At the very least, the cherry blossoms looked immaculately beautiful.

He made his way through the crowd to the enormous weeping cherry tree that lay at the center of the park. The tree brought back flashes of a nostalgic something at the back of his mind, and all of a sudden, the tree from his dreams and the tree before him didn’t seem so different anymore.

He was so mesmerized by the tree that he almost didn’t notice someone about to trip in front him. Much to his own surprise, he found himself moving to catch them before thinking. He never even realized he could move as quickly as he did, and he could feel a strange muscle memory taking over his senses, screaming at him as if he were made to do this.

The stranger who had nearly fallen—a woman—looked up at her savior.

He was sure he’d never seen her before, but something about her was tugging at the back of his mind. Maybe it was her overall candid demeanor. Or the way she nervously bit her lip, anticipating a retort. Or the way her eyes seemed to shine with a sincerity he could never hope to have. Or maybe it was her sheepish expression (which, for some reason, he felt so tempted to tease).

“Sorry about that. Guess I didn’t notice where I was going.”

“Don’t worry, you’re fine.” His poker face was back on as quickly as it disappeared.

“That’s good,” she sighed. “Well, uh, could you…maybe let me go now?”

It didn’t even occur to him that she was still nestled in his arms, snuggled against his chest. He had to inwardly berate himself because holding her—a stranger he swore he never met—felt…right.

“This tree’s really one-of-a-kind, huh?” she commented, catching one of the falling petals.

“…Is that right?” Small talk wasn’t exactly his forte, but he found himself indulging her anyway.

“Yeah…there’s something about it that seems so nostalgic somehow.”

Saizo turned to look at her. There was an unspeakable sadness in her eyes that seemed to resonate within him.  

“I feel like I’m supposed to be here, but I don’t know why. I just—“

A teardrop fell, then another, until her vision was completely blurred with tears.

“Oh, listen to me,” she chuckled bitterly, “Babbling on to someone I just met, and about some nonsense, too—“

“I feel the same way, little lady.”

The words slipped past his mouth without him even realizing it, but something deep in his blood, in his being, knew it wasn’t the first time he had uttered those words.

She whipped her head to face him, her confusion slowly morphing into teary-eyed enlightenment. The world around them slowed down to a pause, and all he could see was her; he saw the little lady he left behind long ago, and he saw the little lady he would always come back to, no matter what.

“You—you’re here…” she breathed. He gently wiped the tears down her cheeks—tears he knew she must have shed waiting for him over the centuries.

“I’m home, little lady.”

She smiled at him, and for the first time in a long, long time, everything was as it should be. Maybe this time, he’d finally be able to complete the half-finished story he’d kept hidden for so long.

“Welcome home, Saizo.”

[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 8]

And here we are at the end. I hope you’ve all been enjoying the ride, because it’s about to get a whole lot weirder in this, the final chapter.

Warnings this time around: a whole lot of drug use, some underage drinking, DUI but it’s okay because Tiaa is a vampire, bestiality, and an attempted sexual assault. Also did I mention drug use? There’s a lot of drug use.

Recap: Tiaa met a panda bear named Snoofles on her way to school (please don’t think too hard about this) and learned that she can now talk to animals, among other abilities. Thanks to a vague new ability of hers, she accidentally made her mean classmate Lauren get struck by lightning while they were in a verbal spat. Edward finally decided to leave Bella for Tiaa and the two celebrated by having sex in the middle of the school. Bella walked in on them and got upset.

Chapter 1

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hey guys sory its been so long since an update, i hav been so busy latley. sooooo..i had a fight with my old beta but i have a new 1 now an she is helpin me byut she is on vacaton this wk and next so i promise i will sort the spellin mistaks out wen i can!

Did she refuse to beta your fic after you stole her poster of Gerard Way?

Chapter 8 - the Kidnap

I sat alone in the changes rooms, i was all most naked and looked awsome with my exotic lithely hair falling down over my face like a curtan of soft yellow cream with bits of purple in it but I didnt care how beautifull or eqxisite I was any more. 

Tiaa doesn’t care how beautiful she is, but she had to start the sentence off by reminding us all how beautiful she is. And that she looks awesome. And her hair is exotic.

Whatever that means.

Edward was gone. he had left to follow Bella to stop her from killin herself and i was SO mad. 

Wait, are you mad Edward is attempting to prevent Bella from committing suicide?

how coud he leave me like that after sayin bella was a cow and he didnt like her no more? 

That doesn’t mean he’s fine with letting her make attempts on her own life, Tiaa.

I was pissed! and the tears were falling down my face like a tepid summer rain of misery and woe. 

I love this goddamn sentence.

So i went home and skipped school and sat in my room in my black corset and leather panties and i smoked some drugs and started to weep. 

To be fair, this is a really solid stoner-goth aesthetic she has going.

…wait, hold up, leather panties? 

Leather panties?

dave came in and made a big smiley face.

He’s in a really good mood for someone whose brother was murdered hours ago.

"hi tiaa! I didnt no you were home! how was school today?" (he didnt notice i was smokin drugs he thougt my cigarete of pot was a chapstick)

Okay, for the sake of argument, I’ll buy that Dave visually mistook a spliff for chapstick… but can he not smell that she’s smoking weed?

"it sucks!my life sucks and i want to DIE!" i scremed and my eyes glitered with beauty.

Love how Tiaa is suicidal but still needs to make sure we know how pretty she is at all times. Reminds me of the bit in “My Immortal” where Enoby was flirting while sobbing.

"u teenagers and ur problems, LOL!" he said laughing a lot, and i knew he thougt i was just some silly kid wineing about homework and dumb boys and stuff. 

Well, replace “homework” with “getting raped by the relative of a caregiver, turning into a vampire, and accidentally seriously injuring a classmate” and Dave’s on the money.

he didnt no i had killed a man and lost the love off my life and had made lauren get hit by lighting and that all the kids at school thougt i was a freak becase my face and bodys were so diffrent from everyone elses.

Do I really need to tell this girl to stop humanizing her rapist? She killed him in self-defense! It was one hundred percent justified! C’mon, Tiaa, don’t be so hard on yourself.

Also, nobody cares about Lauren.

"dave your a good person but ur SO FUCKIN DUMB! YOU ASSHOLE!" i shouted at him and i threw my ashtray at his head WITHOUT TOUCHING IT (i could make stuff move when i was angry now...it was so weird! why did this have too happen to me!)

Well, yeah, that is weird, but I don’t get the woe-is-me attitude about it. Telekinesis is a really cool ability. Also, turns out Dave is literally so dumb that you can be an obvious nonhuman smoking weed in bed while screaming about wanting to die and he’ll take you for an ordinary teenage girl holding a tube of chapstick.

"haha, i guess your right" he laughed (he thougt i was joking, i wasnt spoiled or anythin) 

…so did the ashtray miss?

"its so nice havin you hear tiana, your so pretty. i swear your even prettier than before! 

I can’t help but feel that the amount Dave and Marie compliment Tiaa on her looks borders on inappropriate, considering she is sixteen and they are her foster parents. 

and i think your boobs hav grown!" 

Case in point.

"yeh i no they are like an E cup now" i said.

I guess it’s a good thing she’s a vampire, then, since I’m pretty sure vampires can’t get back problems.

Wait. Can vampires get high? Does being high feel different if you’re a vampire?

Dave smiled and patted me on the head and left.

That Dave!

I was so sick of bein treated like a kid and no one listenin to me that i got up and got dresed in a long black dress and took some pills (of drugs) and went out to the local nightclub which was called Pablo NIghtmare - it was a goth club were all the cool people went in forks. 

Listen, I don’t know Washington State, but in my neck of the woods small towns don’t have goth nightclubs. 

I love that she specified the pills were drugs, in case we thought they were sugar pills or something. 

bella probably had never even heard of it, LOL! 

If there is a goth nightclub in your small town, I guarantee you everyone has heard of it.

i met snoofles on the way and he came with me. 

You’re taking the panda out clubbing?

we went to the club and got drinks and started dancing to the heavy metal music. 

…I’m starting to get very confused about Snoofles. My initial impression was that he’s a regular panda bear, but Tiaa is able to communicate with him because she’s a vampire and can talk to all animals now. But I don’t think ordinary pandas go to clubs, get drinks, and dance to heavy metal music.

Although I’ve never met one, so I could be wrong.

ppl there stared at us cos i was so diffrerent looking and Snoofles was a panda, but we didnt care we were havin so much fun we were SO drunk and had taken a lot of drugs so my head was fuzzy like there was snow everywhere.

I adore the similes in this fic. No idea what Tiaa is on but I definitely know what the author means by feeling like there’s snow everywhere in your head.

"hi your called Tiana arent you? I am Jasper and I go to your school" said Jasper Cullen who was tall with blond curly hair like straw only soft and nice and not dry. 

So… not like straw, then.

he was tall. 

Yeah, you mentioned.

he was wearin a black pulover and red metal pointy shoes. (AN - haha, that descripton sounded beter in my head, OH WELL!)

No, it’s good, I dig it. Simple goth on top, bling on the bottom, may or may not be wearing pants? It’s a look.

"hey whatever" i said. "why arent you with that girl i all ways see you with?

"you mean my GF alice," he said and locked soddenly very sad and started to cry and bite down hard on his lips.

"what is wrong Jasper?" i said

"the problem is i dont love her like she loves me. i am gay, and thats wrong, and i feel so horible about it!" 

Of course he’s gay. Look at his outfit! Look at those shoes! I can’t even see him for real and my gaydar is going wild.

"theres nothing bad about bein gay u no" i said. 

"REALLY?" he sed, and looked chocked with his mouth open.

Good on Tiaa for being an ally. I love how Jasper reacts as though he’s never considered the possibility that his gayness might be alright. He’s a vampire too and has been alive for well over a century, so that’s a lot of internalized homophobia… but he’s also been around to witness the entire modern LGBT rights movement, so you’d think he might have gotten the “it’s okay to be gay” message before.

"yeah, its proper normal and Snoofles is gay and everything" i said and Snoofles waved and Jasper waves back. 

If you just got a bad feeling about what might happen next, trust your fucking instincts.

he smiled and we all stared dancing together and Jasper gave us some of his drugs.

I really wanna know what they’ve been taking, because even though Tiaa isn’t human I feel like anyone who can get high should have to worry about drug interactions. Weed and alcohol is fine, but aside from that I have no idea what the hell Tiaa is on except that she described it as “pills” and a lot of drugs that come in pill form do not play nice with alcohol. She probably isn’t going to fry her liver or anything like that given that she’s essentially undead, but I doubt she’s immune to having a bad trip.

we had a relay good time and jasper met another gay guy called Vince and we all got in Snoofleses car at the end of the night and i drove around while the others all had sex in the back of the car. 

A note: At this point in the story I quite literally had to stop the MST for a bit so I could pour myself a very stiff drink. 

The panda has a car. The panda is having a threesome with a vampire and a human in the back of his car while another vampire drives it. This is treated as normal because the panda and his two human(oid) sexual partners happen to all be gay.

Like, I’d normally feel pretty weird about the “promiscuous gay” stereotype being invoked, but I’m way too busy feeling weird that the author thinks it’s normal for gay guys to want to screw a panda because the panda happens to be gay too. Also, keep in mind Snoofles can only talk to Tiaa — the dudes he’s having sex with can’t understand him. I’m gonna say a panda who behaves like a human and owns a car is probably capable of consenting, but I still feel mighty weird about the idea that two dudes who perceive Snoofles as an ordinary, non-talking panda would want to have a threesome with him.

I guess the promiscuity aspect isn’t even bad considering how Tiaa and Edward have been acting with each other throughout the fic. The bestiality, though, I have trouble overlooking.

(i was drunk but cos i was a vampire it was ok to drive i had beter reflex than humans!)

Sure, but do you even know how to drive? In most states, it’s not legal to get a learner’s permit until you’re Tiaa’s age, so we’re not talking “experienced driver with superhuman reflexes,” we’re talking “superhuman reflexes, but on somebody who quite possibly has never sat in the driver’s seat of a car before.”

but soddenly somethin jumped into the road infront of us and i had to stop the car and get out. there was a man standin in the middle of the road he was tall and mussely and had black hair like the black feathers of a raven in the black darkness. 

But was his black hair like the black feathers of a black raven in the black darkness? I just want to be clear on the color.

he was good looking but he looked so angry i got out my samurai sword (i often have it with me!) but somone jammed up behind me and tore it from me, there were like ten people all grabbing my body in the darkness and they put a thing over my face so i coudnt see and they tied me up! 

Oh, of course, her samurai sword. Yep. Been with her the whole time.

Jasper Snoofles and Vince were too busy doing gay sex on each other to notice, i cud hear them grunting and humping and having orgasms on each other - it was so cute but now was SO not the time! 

She’s being attacked by a group of ten or more people, who have overpowered her, restrained her, and blindfolded her, in the middle of the road. Three people (well, a person, a vampire, and a panda) are present and they don’t notice this happening at all.

Like… I know they’re all intoxicated and, uh, otherwise occupied at the moment, but did they not at least pause to notice Tiaa slamming on the brakes to avoid colliding with a stranger in the road?

The men who had caught me took me away and somethin hit me over the head and i was unconshous.

when i awoken i found myself in a small dark room and the tall mussel man was in front of me. i was strip down to my underwear and i was chained to a chair with some metal chains and i coudnt move.

Tiaa has superhuman strength and reflexes. She has telekinetic abilities. She can affect objects and people by touching them. 

Yet she can’t get out of being chained to a chair?

I call BS.

"WHO ARE YOU YOU WANKY PERV!" i shoyted.

She sounds like Wheatley from “ITS MY LIFE!” now.

"I AM JACOB...THE WEREWOLF KING!" he yelled with his eyes rolling around in his face - he looked so mad and CRAZY!

Jacob’s a big dude who can turn into a wolf, but he’s also about fifteen and just learning about the whole werewolf thing, so I doubt he’d be “king” of anything. Also Tiaa could take him easy.

"NOOOOOOO!" I scremed and i try to broke myself free but i was under so many heavy chains so i looked into his wagging face insted.

I don’t know why she reacted so negatively to Jacob’s response. There is a longstanding vampire/werewolf feud in the Twilight universe, but Tiaa is very newly turned and shouldn’t know about any of that yet. Learning your kidnapper is a werewolf sucks, but if you’re already a vampire you’ve got an edge too.

"Watt do u want from me? why am i here?" i say and i started to cry.

"YOU MUST BE PUNISHED FOR WHAT YOU DID TO BELLA SWAN!" he shreeked and the drool was sloapping down his face just like rain only thick and foam-like. 

So… not like rain, then.

"YOU ARE A HALF-BREAD! 

I’ve got to change this blog’s name right away. I don’t know what I was thinking naming it “The Half-World” when I could have named it “The Half-Bread.”

Also, hold up — what did Tiaa do to Bella? Is this just about “stealing” Edward? Jacob and Edward aren’t exactly buddy-buddy, and if Bella’s single Jacob has a chance with her, so if anything I think he owes Tiaa a thank-you.

YOU SHOUD NEVER HAVE BEEN BORNE! YOUR FATHER WAS A VAMPIRE AND YOUR MOM WAS A WHITCH! ITS WEIRD AND WRONG AND NOW YOUVE BROKEN BELLAS HEART! HALF-BREAD! HALF-BREAD! HALF-BREAD!" 

Well, this really does speak for itself.

This dude was insane, he was so angery he was jumpin up and down. 

Sounds like my second-grade teacher. She was the daughter of a well-known Republican senator and she had to resign after she tied a kid to a chair with a jump rope. True story.

But something he said had caugt my attention .

Good job on the punctuation.

"What do u mean my mom was a whitch?" I said.

What do you think he meant, genius?

"MY FATHER USED TO NO HER! SHE LIVED HERE IN LA PUSH AND SHE WAS A WHITCH! SHE COUD MAKE FIRE COME FROM NOWERE AND CONTROLL THE WETHER AND TALK TO ANIMALS AND LOADS OF OTHER STUFF! SHE WAS A FREAK LIKE U!" 

I guess this does explain Tiaa’s extra powers, but, I have to say, I don’t think Jacob gets to criticize anyone else for being freaky when he can turn into a wolf.

Of corse! It all made sense now! 

It didn’t all make sense. There’s still an interspecies gay threesome that needs explaining.

I was so shocked I fainted,

and also got my periods and commas mixed up,

When i woke up Jacob was in front of me and he was NAKED! He was smilling in a proper creepy way and looked totaly weird like a greasy frog thing and his male genital item was not nice like edwards it was like a horible wet mushroom.

Honest to god I love these similes. 

he stroked my knee with it and i gapsed. whatt was he going to do to me! 

I think I have an idea, actually.

but sudenly before he coud come any closer the door of the room we were in burst open!

IT WAS EWDARD!

Here to save the day! And to end the fic, because this is it for “Forbiden Fruit”: BeckyMac666 left us all on a cliffhanger, so we’ll never know what happens.

I do genuinely love this fanfic. I love how it’s written, I love the similes, I love the purple prose and the melodramatic tone, and I love my girl Tiaa. It’s a truly fantastic badfic, and I’m happy I got to introduce others to it, too.