#how come mice is always right and pink is always a bitch???

[theadventuresofpinkmice]

Mice: rushing to shower before the plumbers arrive at 8am

Pink: sitting on the couch already clean

Mice: starts rowdy debate about queer rights whilst walk of shaming in a towel to their bedroom

The door: knock knock

Mice: EEP sprinting around to try find jeans

Pink: laughing her ass off and calmly opening the door whilst Mice is not yet wearing pants

The first thing the plumbers hear from Mice's bedroom: FUCK YOU!

[in3ptbean]

𝑵𝒆𝒘𝒃𝒊𝒆

Steve Harrington (DBD)  x Reader 

Summary: You are there to help Steve understand the Entities realm.

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The Entity dragging a pour soul into it’s game of cat and mice had become a regular thing. You’ve been around long enough to become unfazed by it; giving nothing more than an apathetic smile and light clap to the back to keep them on their toes.  

You awoke in the laboratory under an ominous mist. An unfamiliar roar echoed through the once white walls, your step momentarily faltering before you climbed up the steps of the laboratory.  Gagging at the sight of the mutilated scientist, you kicked him body off to the side slightly before walking into the small closet like space. 

“New place,” you muttered, kneeling before the generator, “Same fucking thing,”. You worked quickly and efficiently, known amongst the survivors as one of the most diligent and unhinged survivors the realm had to offer.  Another roar reached your ears, soon accompanied by the rhythmic thudding of your heart. You let go of the wires, smiling at yourself when it didn’t short-circuit, and glanced outside of the doorway.  

A tall brunette  clad in green nearly jumped when he saw you, a harsh intake of air causing him to choke slightly. You stepped out of the room, ushering him inside when you saw the red stain. 

The newest killer stood at the top of the steps, staring down at you with it’s lack of eyes. You’re heart was thudding against your chest, yet you made no move. You glanced at the brunette, noticing the puddle of blood underneath him before looking back at the monster. 

It roared the moment you took a step towards the doorway to  your right, \lunging as you the moment you booked it.  “Work on that fucking generator!” You said, glancing back at the boy before getting the killers attention once more. You hopped down the large hole in the floor, landing with a grunt before running down the hall towards a very promising room. The floor shook with each unwavering step it took, and a sudden heaviness caused you to glance back. It was practically on top of you, slobbering as it swung it’s claws towards your back. You grunted, nearly falling over due to the impact, but jumped over the railing an attempt to put some space between you and the killer. 

Turning left, you ran into Feng Min, who stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes widened when her hand wrapped around your own, and pulled you back. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You asked, the terror radius growing with every passing second. “Let me go you fucking dunce!” You threw you elbow back, harshly shoving her right onto the ground; right in front of the killer. You knew you would never hear the end of this; Feng would make sure of it. You sprinted passed the alien-looking creature, leaving Feng behind, and jogged  towards the upstairs in search of the newbie. 

The generator was near completion when Steve felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. He jumped, whipping around as the generator blew up. Nancy gave him a thin smile before a pounding headache caused him to wince. A scream rang out, forcing Steve to turn back to the hunk of machinery after heeding your parting words. 

“I’m going to go help her!” Nancy said awkwardly before  going down the same hole you had fallen through a few minutes prior.  “Be care-” She was gone before he could even express his worry. “-ful.” 

“Hey Jockstrap,” He popped the generator, a low groan leaving his lips as pressed his hand to his bleeding side. Looking up just as you tossed him a med kit, he raised a hand in greeting.  “Start wrapping yourself up,” You continued, giving the boy an apathetic smile before glancing around. New realms were always tied to the newest survivor in some way shape or form.  “Thanks,” Steve groaned out, sitting against the wall, before popping open the med kit. 

“Sit up,” He looked at you questioningly. “Like a lunge. Increases you chances of getting away faster,” He looked at your stance before copying it, and continuing his self-heal. 

“I’m Steve,” He said after thanking you for the med kit. “not to be rude or anything, but how the hell did you get here?” You didn’t question his confusion, giving him a mere shrug before leading him towards the lower level. 

Question after question after question; that’s all this kid was full of. After explaining the realm and the Entity to him, Steve was in immediate denial. 

“Why can’t we fight back?” He asked, connecting the two live wires exposed on the midriff of the generator. “I’ve done it before,” He quickly assured. You rolled your eyes at the Indiana teen. 

“I’m sure you have, Harrington,” You mused, grinning at him as you worked on  a generator with Steve right at your side. “But if you have a problem with your current situation, you can take it up with HR,” He looked at you blankly before a grin rose to his lips; oblivious to the looming shadow growing from the portal on the ground behind him. 

It was in the midst of the your adrenaline burst, and the subtle nagging in the back of your mind that you shoved Steve to the floor.  The Demogorgon roared, overwhelming your pain-stricken scream. 

It was in the midst of your throbbing side and the rapid, unrhythmic thudding of your heart beating against your chest that Steve had grabbed your arm and was pulling you down the hall. 

Glancing back, you noticed the Demogorgon's hunched over crouch. 

“Sprawl!” You cried out, stopping Steve. 

“What?!” 

“Sprawl!” You let yourself fall to the floor,  pulling Steve with out as the Demogorgon flew over your heads. You scrambled up, glancing down at Steve’s balled up form before dragging him up and hauling ass  away from the stunned killer.  You knew Steve and yourself could hold off the killer for a while; after all, there were only two generators left. You just hoped that Nancy and Feng could pop them before one of you went down... 

Needless to say, the trial did not go to plan. 

The moment the rusty hook penetrated your should, you wanted to be consumed by the Entity.  Across the laboratory, Feng was crouched, not moving an inch. Nancy was running around in search of something, and Steve was sloppily working on a generator near the basement. 

You didn’t struggle, rather letting the Entity’s gangly tendrils impale your body; allowing your body to succumb to the rather pleasant void of nothing and silence.  

You awoke on the camp grounds, next to David and Kate. Oblivious to the rather heated glare  coming from the young Asian teen, you sat up, hand naturally falling to your side.

“How did it go?” Claudette asked, handing you a damp cloth for your hands. 

“You tell me,” You joked, smiling at the pink clad woman,  who merely shook her head, stifling a laugh. Glancing around, you noticed Steve sprawled out on the floor at your feet, unconscious and mumbling incoherently about ‘the lights’ and ‘flicking them on and off’. 

“You’re a bitch,” Feng hissed, bringing upon a silence over the camp. You simply cocked an eyebrow,  merely dismissing Feng’s comment until she brought up todays trial. “You literally pushed me into the killer-” 

“You were fine! Stop bitching around so much. You’re alive aren’t you?!” You interrupted her, now pushing yourself off of the log to stand, practically towering over the gamer. She scoffed, averting her gaze from your burning stare. 

“Just don’t be a dick,” She muttered. You rolled you’re eyes, the sudden caws of a crow getting your attention. It flew quickly, followed by three more omens. With a quick  swoop, it perched itself upon your shoulder. 

Another  landed by Felix, Cheryl and Steve. 

“Good luck,” Feng sneered. You rolled your eyes once more before taking your foot and nudging Steve’s head of hair.  His eyes snapped open, widening at the sight of you’re still alive form. 

“What the hell? I thought you were dead-” 

“So did it,” You feigned, helping him up. “Let’s go,” 

He groaned, glancing round the camp fire before jogging slightly to catch up with the trio now walking into the thick  wild surround the camp; unaware of the danger that waited in the trial ahead. 

[collecting-stories]

The Truck - ep. 08 - Georgia

Summary: You stop by on break to visit Daryl at the auto shop. The Jeep is almost done being repaired.

A/N: I think basically I’m writing an even slower burn than last time.

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“I think ya ain’t as smart as ya tell me ya are,” Daryl joked as he caught sight of you walking into Dale’s Autobody shop, still in your uniform from the diner. Three days after Christmas and you’d been working as many hours as Patricia would give you. Both you and your mom trying to stay away from the house and each other  as much as possible.  

“I most definitely am. Why?” You asked, ducking your head down into the car he was working on when he sat down in the front seat. A newer model Nissan he’d been cursing since the owner brought it in.  

“Cause I tell ya all the time not ta come in here and where are ya?” He asked, looking over at you.  

“It’s not my fault, Axel said you said you’re almost done my baby.” You teased. Axel had told you over ordering his lunch that Daryl had mentioned to T-Dog that he was nearly done the work on the Jeep. Took a while, he had lamented, but he was finally, almost done. “Heard you’re glad to be rid of me.”

“Ain’t what I said,” he replied, “said I was glad ta be rid a that fucking jeep. Pain in my ass.”  

“Now I know you’re talking about me.”  

Daryl’s expression changed for a brief second, eyes fixing on the faint pink lines on your cheek. Barely noticeable but they hadn’t been there before Christmas. “What happened?” He tapped his finger against the same spot on his face to indicate what he was asking about.  

“Just a cat scratch. Hershel’s got a couple to keep the mice away and I couldn’t resist trying to pet one.”  

“They’re nasty creatures…yer lucky he didn’t take yer whole face off.” He replied, climbing back out of the car again. “Ya on break?”

You shook your head, “I picked up a shift from Amy, I got an hour to kill before I start for her.”  

“Ain’t I lucky.”  

“So, is my car really almost fixed?” You asked. You pulled the rolling stool over from the work bench and sat down, spinning once.  

“Just about.” He replied.  

Daryl hated to admit it but he’d been dragging his feet on the project and when he realized that he was nearing completion and your car would be fixed he was half tempted to break it all over again. Sure, you liked stopping in now, chatting him up before or after a shift, bumming rides, showing up at his house to spend your afternoons sitting under the car park. But once the car was fixed you wouldn’t need him to entertain you anymore. You could go to your friends houses or anywhere really, but you didn’t have to hang out with him. He wasn’t going to tell you yet but he’d let it slip to T-Dog and once one of them knew they practically broadcast it.  

“You working late?” You asked, wheeling yourself over next to him.  

“Why, ya don’t know anyone else with a car?”

“Why bother them when I have you?” You tilted your head back to look up at him and smile. You looked like a little kid with your eyes closed and a smile wide enough that he could see all your teeth.  

He rolled his eyes at you and reached over, swiping his greasy finger down your nose and making you jump suddenly at the contact. Your eyes opened and you slid back against the car. “Careful ya don’t scratch her.”

“Did you rub grease on my nose!” You whined, trying to rub it off with the back of your hand but only making more of a mess.  

Daryl shrugged, “ain’t nice ta tease.”  

“Do you have a bathroom here?”  

He pointed toward the back of the shop and you got up, headed for the bathroom to wipe the grease off your face.  

In truth Daryl wasn’t the only one who wasn’t looking forward to the car being fixed. Your throat felt like it dropped into your stomach when Axel told you that Daryl was almost finished the car. It sent you thinking...if Daryl told Axel did that mean he was glad it was almost finished? Was he looking forward to having you out of his hair finally? You scrubbed the grease off your face and frowned at your reflection. You didn’t want this to end.  

“So, ya need a ride later?” Daryl asked once you came out of the bathroom.  

“Yeah if you don’t mind.” You replied.

“Nah,” he shrugged as if he was indifferent toward driving you home, “ain’t got nothing better ta do.”  

-

You hung around a little while longer before you headed back to the diner for work. The whole night you felt distracted by Axel’s news from earlier. You were desperate to get some advice from Maggie but there wasn’t much she could offer, Glenn didn’t need any persuading to be madly in love with her. They’d been together since the 6th grade winter dance and there was no doubt in your mind that nothing, not even Hershel’s stupid rules, could keep them apart.  

Glenn and Maggie were the exception to the rule. Daryl wasn’t tripping over himself to profess his love for you. Half the time you weren’t even totally sure that he liked you. There were glimpses of something that might’ve been something but trust you to choose someone so hard to read. You spent the whole dinner rush trying to think up less costly ways to spend time with him that wouldn’t annoy him or make him feel like you were some stupid kid. The word kid alone was not necessarily something you wanted him to associate with you.  

The idea sparked when he pulled up outside at the end of your shift, parking his truck by the door. You ignored Lori’s comment about Dixon’s being bad news. She ‘went to school with him’ and somehow that had made her the only reputable source on him, at least in her mind. Coupled with the fact that it was Daryl driving you home you were just happy to be done work.  

“I hate the dinner rush,” you complained as you pulled the door shut and leaned against the seat. “This lady bitched me out over the table having a mark in it, meanwhile her kids were dunking every fucking sugar packet, jam packet, and salt packet into their cups of water and then splashing them all over the table!”  

“Musta really boiled yet blood if it’s got ya cursing.”  

“I can curse.”

“I’m sure ya can.” He teased.  

You pouted, arms crossed over your chest as you slumped in the seat and Daryl reached over, jabbing you gently with his fingers against your side when he stopped at a streetlight. You laughed from the sudden sensation and pushed his hand away.  

“I’m not allowed to curse at home but I can curse.” You insisted and he only shook his head, smiling.  

“Think yer a little too sweet ta be hanging around me.”  

“Nonsense. I like hanging out with you.” You replied, “which reminds me-“

“Yeah, what now?”

“How would you feel about teaching me some basic car stuff? I don’t know anything about cars and I’d really like to learn.”  

It was the plan that had finally occurred to you halfway through your shift. You didn’t know the first thing about changing oil or fixing a tire. Hell, you couldn’t even fill it with air if you wanted to.  

“Yer dad never teach ya how ta handle a car?”

“No, I don’t even know how to put windshield washer in it.”  

“A’right, I’ll teach ya. After I finish working on yer car.” He replied. You had only been considering yourself when you formulated your master plan but Daryl couldn’t help the brief flutter of excitement that he felt thinking you’d decided to ask him to help. Even if it was just so you could navigate the basics it still meant that you would willingly be spending more time with him.  

“Seriously?” You asked, smiling over at him.  

“Yeah, why not? Ya should know how ta fix yer car.” He replied, “simple stuff…still gotta make money.”

“I might get so good I’ll steal your business.” You replied.  

“Sure ya could.” He pulled up where he always did, your house visible from his spot parking along the sidewalk. It was dark, just the post lantern by the front of the driveway on. “Yer parents ain’t home?” No cars were in the driveway.  

“My mom’s already left for work.” You shrugged, opening the door to the truck.  

“She be gone all night?”

“I can stay by myself, promise.” You laughed to make a joke of it but you usually spent the night in the living room, talking to Tara or Maggie until they eventually went to sleep. You hated being home alone.  

“I ain’t got anywhere ta be.” Daryl shrugged, offering some company.  

“You don’t mind staying?”  

The inside of your house was exactly what Daryl had expected. A far cry from the worn down, dirty home that he lived in with his father, this was pristine. As if no one had ever sat on the furniture or lived in the house. There weren’t any family pictures but there was Christian art in its place. Tasteful, Martha Stewart-esque Christmas decorations were highlighted through out the living room and kitchen, both spotless.  

Daryl pulled a face at the décor at you laughed, “my mom went on a pier one kick a few years ago trying to outdo the Walshs.”  

“Can’t complain, it’s nicer than mine ever was.” He replied, looking over the table top tree, “yer dad at work too?”

“No. I mean, he’s away. Visiting family.” You said, heading into the kitchen, “my mom works overnight at the hospital, she’s been doing a lot doubles lately though. I’ll be right out, I’m gonna change!”  

Daryl nodded but didn’t say anything, flicking on the rest of the living room lights to get a better look at the room. The only pictures that weren’t nature landscapes or birds were on the mantle. A church directory photo of you and your parents from this year and your senior portrait, the traditional black off the shoulder look with a rose in your hand.  

“I hate that picture,” you complained as you came back into the room. “I look hideous.”  

“Don’t think that’s possible but I ain’t gonna argue.” Daryl replied. “Least I ain’t the only one who don’t have family pictures up.”

“My mom hates candid pictures. She’d never hang them up.” You settled on the couch and watched as Daryl walked back to the door to kick his shoes off. “I don’t have beer but there’s soda in the fridge.”

“I ain’t ever drinking beer ‘round you again. Yer a terrible influence. Ain’t Glenn Hershel should be worried ‘bout.” Daryl teased, coming over to sit beside you.  

“What? No! I am not a bad influence!” You laughed, “I’ve never done anything wrong in my whole life.”  

“I been witness to a few things.”

“No one will believe you.”  

“Ain’t that the truth.” He said, thinking briefly that no one would even believe he was here right now, sitting your house with you while you clicked through channels. He’d be hard pressed to convince them that you had even bummed a cigarette off him, especially if they saw the sweet looking church photo of you with your parents.  

“So what kind of car things will you teach?” You asked, ignoring the channel you’d chosen and turning more toward Daryl.  

“What kinda car things ya need ta learn?”

“Everything but how to drive?” You replied, biting your lip.  

“Well I ain’t seen ya drive so I can’t cross it off the list just yet.”

“I’m a good driver.”  

“Yeah? You working tomorrow morning?” He asked, looking back toward the TV.  

“No, I’ve got off.”  

“Alright, I gotta pick up my check in Woodbury, I’ll let you drive me for once.”  

“In my Jeep?”

“Hell no, ya ain’t getting in that thing ‘fore it’s fixed. You can drive the truck.” He replied. The truck was his brother Merle’s originally but Merle was in jail and he hadn’t spent the last three years fixing every inch of it to have it running like new. It might’ve been Merle’s to begin with but that old Chevy was Daryl’s pride and joy. He didn’t let anyone get behind the wheel, not even Rick or T-Dog, but he was offering it up to you.  

“I’ll be the best driver you’ve ever seen.”  

-

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[mordellestories]

Give a Beetle a Bone

It was a fucking disaster, is what it was! It wasn't like Betelgeuse's plans had never gone to shit, quite the opposite; his plans ALWAYS went to shit in some way or another, but this time? This time took the fucking cake ! Getting eaten by a sandworm just moments away from being free as a bat at dusk, now that's a story to tell the grandkids–wherever the fuck those little turds were. How could this be the end? How could he have gotten so close, only to come out of the other end of a giant, very satisfied, striped asshole? At least one of them enjoyed themselves. He shuddered at the memory of being squeezed right out into a steaming mountain of sandworm shit.

What was he supposed to do now? Wait his turn with the other deadbeats in waiting room 8, just to get bitched out by the cunt-of-an-ex-boss? Again?! No. No freaking way. This was it. This was the last straw that broke the corpses back, and Betelgeuse was ready to go to war .

The riled up poltergeist shot out of his chair, still in tatters from his meet and greet with the jaws and intestines of that legless, enthusiastic fucker on Saturn. (The beast actually took a liking to Betelgeuse once he was out. Must have grazed the thing’s sweet spot or some shit.)

"I'm not gonna stand for this," Betelgeuse said with righteous determination while standing. "I'm the ghost with the most!" He beat his chest with an angry fist and stomped his foot on the ground. "I do what I want when I want, and none of you dupes can do a thing about it!"

"You!" Miss Argentina shouted from the reception. "I can hit this big red button right here and send you right back to where you came from if you like," she grinned wickedly.

Betelgeuse held up his hands in surrender. "Woah! Not necessary, babe," he winked, exposing his grimy overbite. "I'm just gonna hit the john, maybe have some grub, and I'll be right back." He chuckled slowly and dangerously, placing his hand to his chest and straightening. "Cross my heart and hope to live," he cackled wildly and popped into the midplane between life and death. Time to pay up, betrothed. His shrieking laughter rang through time and space as he zeroed in on his target.

He landed in a darkroom. It took a few moments to realize he was trapped in a negative hung to dry.

"You ruin my art, and I'll ruin your afterlife," droned a familiar feminine voice from afar.

Betelgeuse craned his neck every which way to catch a glimpse of the snot-nosed, betraying, little shit. The backstabbing kid was gonna feel his wrath from here to kingdom come– HOLY HANGIN' GEMSTONES BELOW!

A slim form was hunched over a table, examining her work with a Buddhist monk's calm and concentration—jet black hair pulled up in a messy bun, chocolate eyes, moonlight pale skin, and grown up in every way that counted in his books!

Mother o' pearl, look at those tits!

"Yowzers!" Betelgeuse let out, followed by a sharp whistle. "How long was I in that literal shithole," he grumbled and scratched his head, utterly confounded.

"Eighteen years," Lydia replied dryly, not sparing a glance in the poltergeist's way, making Betelgeuse feel entirely insignificant.

It was insulting. It was infuriating. It was-it was-it was... It was a massive turn on , and Betelgeuse was instantaneously stiff in more ways than one.

He leered in her direction, even though she was still ignoring him, and scanned her top to toes again, shaking his head in bewilderment. Betelgeuse hummed with approval. "May I just say, you're lookin' like a beetle on a cracker ta me right now, babe. Ya sure as hell didn't get your pop's looks, thank my lucky stars," he mumbled the rest.

Lydia arched a brow, the only sign she had heard him at all.

Lordy-lord! That stoic, unperturbed, porcelain face was making him itch in all the right places.

"I wondered when you'd have the stones to come back," Lydia murmured absentmindedly.

Oh, this bitch was messing with the wrong dead man. "Is that right," he drawled with a sneer. "Well, honeybun, your wait is over. Time to ta hold up your end of our deal."

Lydia scoffed with the tiniest smile, her complete amused disregard for the poltergeist going straight to his dick.

Look at me, look at me, look at me! Betelgeuse shook himself and tried to sound as menacing as possible and not like he wanted to grovel at her feet and beg her to scratch his head like the flea-infested dog he was. "Sweetums," he warned, "I think you remember what I'm capable of–hard to forget, I'm sure. I'd watch yourself if I were you."

This time, Lydia did turn her gaze up to meet the ghost, but the look on her face was far from frightened. There was a wicked glint in her hooded eyes, but the rest her face remained as impassive as ever. "What are you going to do? Summon a merry-go-round and a jumping mice circus? Dress as a clown? Oh, wait," her brow furrowed slightly, "you're already in costume."

Oh my god... Cupid had aimed a long-range missile right between his legs and shot his cock up to the heavens that didn't exist a moment ago.

Betelgeuse actually needed to swallow for the first time since he'd keeled over. His jaw was slack, and his eyes were bugged out. He needed to get this shit under control, or he was gonna roll over and let his tongue loll out of his panting, rabid mouth. He cleared his throat and adjusted the lapels of his ruined wedding tux.

Lydia had the decency to keep eye contact, but it unnerved him, and that was just insane. "Listen, kid, uh, woman, uh, pretty lady," he stammered, "I bent the laws of nature for you, saved your friends, scared your folks straight, I'm due some compensation, okay?" Betelgeuse couldn't get over sounding like a handyman being gypped out of his hard-earned cash by an unsatisfied customer. "We made a deal," he all but whined.

The medium raised a single brow and smirked, giving Betelgeuse her undivided but callous attention. "Poor Betelgeuse," she cooed.

The ghost could not suppress the electric sparks from shooting out of his ears at the sound of his name on those pretty pink lips.

"Oh, baby ," Betelgeuse drawled, desire gripping onto his sanity and wringing it out like an old dishrag. "Two more times, and I'm yours," he breathed with manic, pleading eyes. "I'll do anything, and I mean... anything," he pronounced while whipping his arms open to make it abundantly clear.

Betelgeuse could feel Lydia's eyes appraising him, and he was suddenly, painfully aware that he looked like he'd been chewed and shat out of a Saturn giant. She was looking at him like he was a bug–and not in a good way.

"Anything?"

Betelgeuse latched onto the intrigue like a lifeline, because that's exactly what it was! "Anything," he swore and knew he'd follow through because-holy shit-she was gorgeous. To prove his point, he blinked a bouquet of roses into Lydia's arms.

Surprise registered on Lydia's face and then a smile, and fuck, he felt like she'd given him a treat for being a good boy.

"Cute," she deadpanned and let the flowers drop to the floor, "but cliche."

Betelgeuse snapped his fingers, a box of chocolates manifested next, which Lydia snorted at.

A wave of his hand brought a generous shower of jewels and gems.

She rolled her eyes.

Betelgeuse snarled. "Aw, c'mon! Waddya want?! Dresses?" All manner of old fashioned gowns fell onto Lydia's lap. "Just say the word, and it's yours."

Lydia seemed somewhat pleased with the wardrobe above everything else, but it still wasn't the reaction any other woman would have had. Hell's bells, this woman was hard to please! He hit all the staples, didn't he? What else could a chick want?!

"Hmm," the stoic beauty hummed and shrugged, "I dunno, Betelgeuse ."

"One more B-word, snookums," the ghost pleaded.

She sighed dramatically. "I'm not very impressed, and I honestly have everything I've ever set my mind to," she looked at her nails and then dead in his eyes. "Except..."

Betelgeuse pressed his face up against the photo's barrier, squishing his crooked nose and fogging up the image. "Tell me," he purred, fire igniting every cold bit of his soul.

"You."

Betelgeuse let out a high-pitched wheeze and shot a hand to his dead heart. "Me?! Fuck, babe, ya got me! Hook, line, and sinker! Let me outta here!" He clawed at his prison and whimpered.

Lydia's grin was downright evil, and the ghost shook in his boots. "I'm not going to marry you," she clarified. Betelgeuse deflated but waited for her to continue. "But, I'll let you out every once in a while if you're a good boy."

Good boy. "Want me ta be good? I'll be good for ya. I'll sprout wings and a halo for you, babes."

"I don't think you understand," Lydia chuckled and shook her head, bemused. "I'll own your soul, you'll be my errand boy for all of my whims, and I decide if and when you get to come out to play."

"Yes." Betelgeuse had said it without hesitation, and no follow-up.  

Lydia's eyebrows disappeared under her bangs. "You can't be serious," she narrowed her eyes. "I'm offering you scraps!"

Upon snapping his fingers again, Betelgeuse's ears grew and flopped over, a tail sprouted out of his ass crack, and a collar with the name Lydia in big neon green letters wrapped around his neck.

"As long as those scraps come from your table, Lyds, I'll sit, rollover, and even play dead for ya." He grinned wide, let his tongue roll out past his chin as he panted, and let out a needy bark.

It was obviously the right thing to do because the passive woman burst out laughing. It was music to Betelgeuse's new doggie ears. He was so in trouble.

"Okay," she let out on a breathy giggle. "Then we got a deal... Betelgeuse ."

The ghost cackled and cheered. "Aw, yeah! It's showtime, babes!"

Mordelle on Ao3

[aliferous-ly]

we’re all gossipy bitches sometimes

AKA Roman and Logan sit down and gossip -- but not in the way you think. 

pairings: platonic logince, romantic royality, romantic analogical warnings: swearing, two deceit mentions, one remus mention, if there’s anything else lmk!! wordcount: 1641

“Did you see Patton today? What he was wearing?” Roman said, swirling a bright rainbow sparkle mug. 

“Mmhmm,” Logan said. He nodded for good measure. “The soft grey sweater? With a little mouse on it?” 

“And it said mice to meet you, like,” Roman paused, making a guttural noise. “Ugh! Are you kidding me? I can’t deal with that!” 

“The pun was rather…” Logan pursed his lips. “...much. However, I agree with your sentiment. The sleeves were so long he used them as hand warmers.” 

“I am GOING to die. Like, this isn’t a drill, dig a hole of six feet,” Roman said. He leaned forward, thick fluffy blanket wrapped around his shoulders. “He should be illegal. He’s too cute. Tomorrow he’ll come down in that green knit sweater and I won’t be able to stop myself from kissing his stupid face.” 

“I thought the yellow dress would do you in. I stand corrected,” Logan said. 

“Oh, yes, it absolutely would,” Roman said. He pointed at Logan with his obnoxious glitter mug. “But it’s too cold for that. 

“Oh, what about the dark red one, and then that one scarf he has, and leggings?” Logan mused. 

“Oh shit,” Roman said. He sighed, melting against the couch cushions. “God, you’re right.” 

“Also, based on past experience, you won’t do anything of the sort,” Logan said, sipping from his own travel mug. 

Roman gasped. “Ouch! You didn’t have to come for me like that!” 

“I speak only the truth,” Logan said, shrugging. He lifted the mug to cover the slight hint of a smile. 

“Oh, but you’ll love this,” Roman said. He put the mug on the coffee table. With his newly freed hands, Roman gestured to follow his words. “I caught Virgil staring at your space blanket.” 

“Understandable. Anyone would. It’s very soft and is nice to look at,” Logan said. 

“Shut up, specs,” Roman said. “C’mon. C’mon. Imagine him all wrapped up in that blanket. Like are you kidding me? Imagine it.” 

Logan rolled his eyes, ignoring the heat travelling to his cheeks. Maybe he was too warm and should shed a layer. “Today he told me his room needed redecorating and asked me to help.” 

“Yo, get it my good nerdy friend!” Roman said, kicking Logan. “What did you say?” 

Logan avoided Roman’s gaze, electing to stare out the window where snow fell softly, as per Roman’s request. 

“Teach,” Roman said. He leveled Logan with a look. “Don’t leave me hanging.” 

“I said, I am not design oriented and thus my opinion should not be turned to, perhaps try Patton or Roman, they would enjoy this activity more,” Logan muttered, turning bright red at Roman’s incredulous stare. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Dude!” Roman all but yelled. Logan shh’d him frantically, eyes wide. Roman lowered his voice, but only slight. “That was your opportunity! Your time to shine! You could regale him with like, creepy spider facts! What even!” 

“I panicked!’ Logan whispered loudly. “I can’t handle him when he does that weird thing with his face!” 

“You mean smiling?” Roman said, gesturing wildly. “Logan!” 

“Do not yell at me when you were just saying you couldn’t handle it when Patton was wearing a certain piece of fabric,” Logan shot back. 

“Don’t at me when you fall into a helpless puddle whenever Virgil wears a beanie,” Roman countered. 

“He looks -- he looks--”

“Really damn cute, I know! I get it, but you still fall apart so don’t pretend I’m the only useless one here!” 

“I just told you I rejected one of his -- invites -- and you think I’m put together? Bitch, please.” 

They stared at each other, almost breathless, almost huffing. Then they cracked, lips twitching up into twin smiles as laughter bubbled. 

“Ahhh,” Roman said, falling further into a reclined position. “Patton promised to make me a pink cake tomorrow.” 

“Don’t drink in that position,” Logan said. He shifted. “Pink cake? As in, the cake, or the frosting?” 

“White frosting, pink cake,” Roman said. 

“Sounds insufferably adorable,” Logan said. He picked at his travel mug, flipping the top open and closed, open and closed. 

“He really is adorable,” Roman said, sighing happily. “If I ask him to make the cute little roses, do you think he’ll say yes? Because then I can watch his concentrated face, his nose scrunches up, and sometimes his tongue sticks out between his teeth, and you can see his dimples so easily.” 

“I would put money on it,” Logan said. He frowned. “I don’t think Virgil enjoys my presence as much anymore. He looked so upset when I spoke.” 

“Because you said no, you stupid bitch,” Roman said. 

Logan rolled his eyes. “You think using harsh words will wake me up to something. It won’t work, because I don’t need waking up to anything.” 

“You need to wake up and see how much Virgil loooooves you,” Roman said, squishing his own cheeks to make a face at Logan. 

“You’re the insufferable one,” Logan said. “He does not.” 

“Does too!” Roman protested. “I have proof!” 

“Oh, do tell,” Logan said, with the air of someone who’d won three steps before. 

“Okay,” Roman said. He sat up; time to get serious. “Okay. So you know how Virgil is emotionally stunted?” 

“Rude, but continue.” 

“So he doesn’t know how to express love the same way Patton and I do -- Patton by telling you he loves you and me telling me how irritating you are, naturally -- and I think it’s because being in the other’s messed with him,” Roman said. 

Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “I asked for proof, not for you to psychoanalyse him.” 

“Okay, okay, fine,” Roman said. “He loves hanging out with you because he always has that little smile whenever you’re around, he literally frosted a cookie with blue and black plaid, caught me looking, and stuffed the whole thing in his face,” Roman said, ticking off with his fingers. “He always seems to know when you’re in the room, and hangs out with you all the time just sitting on the couch.” 

“That is very enjoyable,” Logan murmured. His fingers were warm around the travel mug. 

“Dude, I vote you go for it,” Roman said. 

“You know why I don’t,” Logan said. 

“Yeah,” Roman said. He knew. They made a pact about it, actually. No unnecessary pushing. Even if Roman thought it was very necessary. 

“Also, please tell me you heard Patton rambling about the Princess and the Frog,” Logan said. 

“Oh did I!” Roman said, loud as ever. “I almost proposed to him on the spot. Can sides get married?”

“Hell if I know,” Logan said. He took an obnoxious sip of his drink. 

“Bitch what!” Roman said. He threw his arms in the air. “You’re supposed to know everything, you logical god!” 

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Fine. Marriage is utterly impossible between the sides because it requires an ordained priest, of which none of us are.” 

“Fuck you, I can get married if I want to,” Roman said, leaning back against the couch. 

“Case and point,” Logan said. 

“Also, why can’t you become ordained?” Roman said. 

“You need a street address and I, Logan Sanders, have no address,” Logan said. He frowned. “Unfortunately.” 

“I knew you’d already tried,” Roman said. He laughed. “Let’s get Thomas ordained. Stick that in his brain during dreamland.” 

“This isn’t Inception,” Logan said. 

“Did you just make a movie reference?” Roman said. He sat forward, absolute delight shining in his voice. 

“Of course not,” Logan said. 

“Don’t lie,” Roman said. “That’s just inviting trouble.” 

“Deceit’s name is not trouble,” Logan said, distaste clear in his voice. “Besides, that’s all besides the point. You’re not going to jump straight to marriage because you’re a romantic and want to milk all relationships from every milestone.” 

“All my relationships?” Roman made a few disbelieving noises. “You make it sound like I’ve had one!” 

“Technically, you’re the hub of Thomas’s romantic feelings and therefore feel romantically attracted to his partners.” 

“Well, kinda,” Roman said. He swished his mug, watching the liquid within swirl around. “Patton shares it because he’s like, all emotion.” 

Logan thought for one, two, three moments. “How absolutely disgusting.” 

“I know, we’ve ranted so many times about how wonderful his ex’s were when they were dating,” Roman groaned. 

“It’s like sugar squared,” Logan said. He shivered. “Gross.” 

“Don’t gross me, you’re the one who literally wrote a pros and cons list to dating Virgil and your cons were he would know me and three question marks,” Roman said. “That’s gross.” 

“That’s practical,” Logan said, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. 

“You’re -- practical -- wait,” Roman laughed. “Wait, let me try again.” 

“Too late, no takesie backsies -- that is how the phrase goes, yes?” 

“Don’t be cute with me.” 

“Impossible. I’m never cute.” 

“Virgil would beg to differ--”

“How would you know what Virgil thinks? Also, this conversation seems to be targeting me a little too much. How about the time Patton slipped and you caught him? You’ve never looked redder.” 

“Stoooop,” Roman whined. “He looked so happy, okay! Also I caught him, that’s like, ultimate prince behavior.” 

“Is it prince behavior to stutter and leave the situation ten seconds later?” Logan hummed. 

“Do not come at me like that, oh my god,” Roman said. “This is a very targeted conversation, I thought we were talking tea.” 

“Alright,” Logan said. He settled in. “Where were we?” 

“Well, I was thinking about--” Roman continued talking, his voice soft and pliant. Logan interjected every so often with his own comments, the two of them catching up on all the actions of Virgil or Patton, with splashes of Deceit and Remus interspersed in. 

Ten feet away, sitting on the stairs, blocked by the wall, sat Patton and Virgil. 

They clung to one another's hands, eyes wide and faces darker than Roman’s sash. 

[bandaids-not-groupies]

Get to know me uncomfortably well - tagged by @livewiredroger ❤️ sorry this took so long to post!! 

1. What is your middle name? 

Janie

2. How old are you? 

21, gonna be 22 in a couple months

3. When is your birthday?

December 4th! A day after Ozzy’s

4. What is your zodiac sign? 

Sagittarius

5. What is your favourite colour? 

Light purple and black

6. What’s your lucky number?

I don’t actually know

7. Do you have any pets?

No but I did have a dog!

8. Where are you from? 

Chicago!

9. How tall are you?

5’0 lmao

10. What shoe size are you? 

6

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 

Too many to count lol

12. What was your last dream about? 

I don’t remember 😅

13. What talents do you have?

None lol. I’m boring af

14. Are you psychic in any way? 

Nope lol

15. Favourite song? 

I’m a believer by the monkees (I’ve always loved that song)

16. Favourite movie? 

The Godfather

17. Who would be your ideal partner? 

Keanu Reeves. He has my heart and soul

18. Do you want children? 

Yeah but only like 2

19. Do you want a church wedding? 

Yeah but nothing too big

20. Are you religious? 

Kinda but not really. Like I acknowledge that there could be a God. But I don’t practice it that much. So basically I’M SINNING AND I’M WINNING

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 

Yeah. Twice. Once cause I had a bad ear infection and then another time I had pneumonia

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 

Nope!

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 

Yes I have! Back in my emo days I meet Christofer Drew from Never Shout Never, which was actually pure luck! NSN was in town for a concert, but I couldn’t go because it was a 18+ venue so I couldn’t get in (I was in 8th grade at the time). So my family and I decided to go out to eat at a restaurant which was coincidentally across from the venue. So we were walking down the street and I see this huge tour bus right outside the restaurant. My heart starts racing and i thought “how cool would it be if I bumped into someone from the group” well lo and behold as we are coming closer to the bus, Christofer Drew turns the corner and walks towards the bus. So I stop in my tracks and just say “Christofer Drew?” And he stops and he says hi! He asked if I was going to the show and I said no and he goes “well you gotta promise you’ll come to the next one!” Of course I made the promise and I didn’t break it! He came back that summer and I got to see him ❤️ I also met two groups called Breathe Carolina and Crown The Empire. I also met Evan Peters and Sebastian Stan at Comic Con a couple years ago. I also met Corey Crawford. The goaltender for the Chicago Blackhawks, my favorite hockey team.

24. Baths or showers?

Showers! I don’t like the idea of bathing in your own filth.

25. What color socks are you wearing? 

I’m not wearing any!

26. Have you ever been famous? 

Nope lmao and I probably never will be

28. What type of music do you like?

I like oldies. Mostly from the 50s-80s. Anything from Dean Martin to Motley Crue. I do like modern music too. I still listen to some of the bands I listened to in middle school lol (like the ones i mentioned before and others like All Time Low, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, Of Mice & Men, Asking Alexandria, and a couple more.) I also like Greta Van Fleet and 5 Seconds of Summer. I also like spanish music. Like Maluma, Bad Bunny, Becky G, etc. 

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 

Nope lol 

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 

It depends. It could be one or none. Sometimes i don’t use a pillow

31. What position do you usually sleep in? 

On my tummy! 

32. How big is your house? 

It’s a two bedroom apartment. I’m not complaining tho, its very cozy. 

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 

If I wake up early enough lol it’ll usually be eggs (over medium), some coffee, and some bread 

34. Have you ever fired a gun? 

Nope and i don’t plan on it! 

35. Have you ever tried archery? 

Yes! I tried it when I was in Girl Scouts in elementary school 

36. Favourite clean word? 

Groovy 

37. Favorite swear word? 

definitely FUCK

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 

like a day? I got like four hours of sleep the night before. Got up at like 6am, went about my day. Then I stayed up until 7am working on a research paper for class (college is a BITCH). 

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 

Nah cause your girl is hella ugly lmao

41. Are you a good liar? 

Not at all. People can tell when I’m lying cause my voice gets high lmao 

42. Are you a good judge of character? 

Eh I do my best 

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

I try to do a posh British accent and I try to do a Steve Irwin Aussie accent   

44. Do you have a strong accent? 

People say I have a strong chicagoan accent but i don’t hear it!

45. What is your favourite accent? 

I’m a sucker for aussie accents 

46. What is your personality type? 

just took the test..i got ISFP-T (adventurer) 

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 

hmmmm all I can think of at the moment is my Doc Martens. They aren’t really clothing but it’s all I can think of lol

48. Can you curl your tongue? 

Nope!

49. Are you an innie or an outie? 

outie :(((( i hate it 

50. Left or right-handed?

Right handed! 

51. Are you scared of spiders? 

YES YES YES

52. Favourite food? 

Pasta! I could eat it all day, every day 

53. Favourite foreign food?

Tamales and Pozole. That’s my shitttt

54. Are you a clean or messy person? 

I try and be a clean person and stay organized but it only lasts for a bit then I go back to my messy ways lol 

55. Most used phrase? 

“that’s a mood” and “no mames guey” (Mexican slang)

56. Most used word? 

Dude and Darling

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 

Depends. If I wear my hair natural, then an hour. But if I gotta style it, then like an hour and a half or two hours( I got a lot of fucking hair, dude). 

58. Do you have much of an ego? 

Hell no lmao. This bitch has a low self-esteem so 🤷🏻‍♀️

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 

Suck 🤪

60. Do you talk to yourself? 

All the time lmao 

61. Do you sing to yourself? 

Yeah sometimes 

62. Are you a good singer? 

Nope lmao but I still do it anyways 

63. Biggest Fear? 

A lot of shit. Spiders, Holes (trypophobia), tearing my achilles or getting them cut (ever since I saw Pet Sematary), dolls, bugs crawling under my skin, throwing up...and i can’t think of anymore on the spot 

64. Are you a gossip? 

you bet your ass I am. Soy una chismosa lmao

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 

Titanic  

66. Do you like long or short hair? 

On girls, long but not too long. Maybe like mid-back. And guys, long, like ear length and longer 

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 

Yeah but i couldn’t point them out on a map 

68. Favourite school subject? 

Biology/Human Anatomy. I’m a sucker for science 

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Definitely an introvert. No doubt about that lol 

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 

Nope!

71. What makes you nervous? 

Meeting new people, class discussions, and presentations

72. Are you scared of the dark? 

If i’ve just seen a scary movie then yes lol  

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 

Sometimes. For instance, if one of my friends from ecuador uses a word wrong in a sentence, then I would tell them the right way to say it to help them learn more english. i never correct someone to seem like i’m smarter or to be rude. It’s simply to help them. 

74. Are you ticklish? 

Yeah! In some places like my feet, neck, and my back, 

75. Have you ever started a rumour? 

No way! That’s terrible 

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 

Only when babysitting my little cousins lol 

77. Have you ever drank underage? 

Yeah lmao. When I went away for college

78. Have you ever done drugs? 

Once, when I hungout with a guy at school we smoked some weed

79. Who was your first real crush?

One of my friends from college. I met him Freshman year and I still like him...I’ve liked him for four years but i’ve never had the guts to tell him 

80. How many piercings do you have? 

6! I have four on my left ear and two on my right ear. I have the standard lobe piercings, then the upper lobe on both sides. Then on my left I have one above the upper. And then I have my helix pierced on the left side. (i hope this all made sense lol) 

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Nope

82. How fast can you type? 

Eh I would say pretty average 

83. How fast can you run? 

Not at all. I hate running 

84. What colour is your hair?

Dark brown! 

85. What color is your eyes? 

Dark brown

86. What are you allergic to? 

Some ingredient in the Banana Boat sunscreen. And some type of plant. I don’t exactly know which one cause I went to the botantic garden one time on a field trip and I don’t know which plant caused my allergic reaction but when I got home I had hives all over me. 

87. Do you keep a journal? 

Nope, never did 

88. What do your parents do? 

My mom is an ortho technician and my dad is a delivery man

89. Do you like your age? 

Yeah I guess. I mean I can buy my own alcohol so that’s pretty neat 

90. What makes you angry? 

Everything 

91. Do you like your own name? 

Eh it’s alright. Pretty boring 

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

I like the name Elena for a girl and Jonathan for a boy 

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

Doesn’t matter to me

94. What are you strengths? 

I’m a ride or die bitch.

95. What are your weaknesses?

I don’t really share my emotions so I keep things bottled up 

96. How did you get your name? 

My cousin picked out my name 

97. Were your ancestors royalty? 

Not that I know of. But what I do know is I have family from Spain. 

98. Do you have any scars?

Yeah, one on my arm from when I burned myself with my straightener. And another at the place where my nose meets my forehead, between my brows. When I was in elementary school, I was running out on the playground and I tripped and I slide across the cement and scraped my nose and my whole forehead. THERE. WAS. BLOOD. EVERYWHERE. 

99. Colour of your bedspread? 

Light pink 

100. Colour of your room? 

White! 

I tag: @tommyleeownsme, @babe-mustaine, @waycooljunior, and @universal-scorpio ❤️

[kendrixtermina]

Blue’s Relationship with White and what that may imply about her character

Now when it comes to Pink and Yellow, we got enough outright rants to tell what their respective deals were and how it impacted them - We hear that Yellow kind of felt that she was the Unfavorite or at least never good enough, and she would often take the fall for Pink, and we saw that Pink was simultaneously White’s favorite but also the one most at odds with her because of how White felt that she was kinda alike to her but in all the wrong ways. (and frankly, Pink’s personality, for better or for worse, just wasn’t conductive to falling in line. )

In Blue’s case, well, she’s right there next to Yellow when they’re trying to confront her, but there’s no scene or montage where that’s the main focus - Even so, there’s quite a few salient lines scattered here and there. 

For once thing, Blue’s the one who comes the closest to bringing up anything resembling positive or at least neutral memories of White, such as when she wistfully muses about how they used to spend more time together and tries to appeal to her by pointing out how they used to be closer 

While Yellow doesn’t really mice words and is all like “We’re so done for”, Blue choses to describe her as “difficult” - just from how she says it it’s kinda obvious that she actually means “tyrannical” (indeed, just look at her “O noes!” reaction when Yellow first brings up the possibility of bringing in White - she actually has to take a moment to calm Blue down after that), but she still likes her enough to put the ugly truth nicely it nicely. 

Part of this is probably because she’s a very sentimental person, the type to hang onto their attachments and remember things in an idealized light - For once thing while she clearly loved Pink alot, their relationship wasn’t all sunshine and roses. At the same time I don’t think she’s just selective or delusional here, once upon a time she and Pink probably did have a special bond as the youngest ones (not unlike Steven and Amethyst) - that’s probably why she’s the one trying to “talk sense” into Pink in all the flashbacks, but also likely how she squandered any trust there may have been between them, because, from Pink’s side of things it must have looked like any closeness they once had would be used against her, especially in the light of all the dysfunctionality that was going on, and, well, finding out that they’ve been razing inhabited planets this whole time. 

So I’d wager that White was only somewhat less distant that she was throughout era two - and even in the present day she can manage a pleasant-enough facsimile of surface-level affection when she isn’t angry. There’s always an implied threat in the air particularly in the way she tends to pick apart people’s weaknesses but she does give people cutesy nicknames - so their semi-positive interactions were probably largely of that superficially-pleasant sort and not anything more genuine than that that would have represented a drastic change

To begin with their temperaments don’t clash that much compared to the others - Sure, Blue’s a lot nicer (to those she likes at least) and couldnt suppress her attachments if she wanted to, White’s way more unreadable, but both have this sorta withdrawn-yet-dramatic quality. You’d think they could have a lot half-present superficially-pleasant not-quite-conversations. 

Given that White views the other Diamonds’ attachments to each others as faults and weaknesses so she wouldn’t have valued or encouraged that much, that said I don’t think she realized just how much she’d driven them away until her moment of weakness. it may not even have occurred to her as a possible consequence

There’s something rather tragic about Blue just wanting for them to get along again when even she had been forced to admit that Pink was well within her right to want nothing more to do with any of them.  

Then there’s that line about how she knows it isn’t her purpose to be happy - the way she puts it, it’s like she’s referencing something White herself might have told her sometime ago to shoot down some objection of hers. 

Supposedly the inspiration behind White was some old-timesy informational film where some lady says utterly soul-crushing comformist stuff with a nice pleasant voice as if she were dispensing useful advice - perhaps Blue got to hear a lot of such stuff, like White standing there, smiling, possibly doing Blue’s hair or adjusting her outfit, and being like, “Who said you’re for being happy, you’re for being perfect and doing Diamond stuff” , possibly with an unsubtly implied rather unpleasant “or else” - 

i lot more insidious that way.

If the others ever questioned White before, sometime long before Pink was around (which they might not have, because, who’d be there to introduce them to any alternatives?) you’d think that Blue would do it in some statement about how she in particular is miserable and been more likely to get the “break them by talking” approach while Yellow might’ve made more evidence-based arguments and gotten a tantrium in her face. 

It’s possible that Blue was never all too satisfied with her life, and that Pink’s alleged shattering was just the breaking point because whatever craptastic dysfunctional family life they had before was the only joy she had in her life. 

Perhaps she told Pink to “just smile and wave” because that’s how she coped.

When Blue first shows up in person, a lot of people noted a huge contrast between the way she came off in Garnet’s flashback, not as many noted that whsatever she acts like on Earth or when she’s alone with Yellow, she does rather quickly shift to an impressive Bitch Voice once Holly Blue Agate and the undercover CGs enter the room- 

It’s not all bias nor a thing of the past, if you judge or indeed the degree of sadism evidenced toward “Rose Quartz” but she doesn’t seem to get anything out of vengeance either, they’re all trapped in their little circles of counterproductivity and wreacking interstellar havoc all the while. 

And it’s not for nothing that she’s frequently sporting a veil, particularly in the early appearances. She’s been playing this part of the crapricious ice queen, telling herself that this is the right and proper way,  and trying to find some satisfaction in it but by the time Steven & co encounter her she can’t really bring herself to do it that much

One hopes that she’ll find a renewed sense of purpose, and that White will learn to count herself lucky that the other two still want anything do to with her.  At least, they did seem to be taking the first steps toward making amends. 

[ain-t-bovvered]

14x15 Commentary

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)  good night babe

@waywardbaby  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

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Giulia: Oh the music is the stupid episode kind of music

Nat: awww

Zee: Baby dean

Giulia: THE WHIMPERING 

J: I didn’t want to leave it there. And I didn't want to just kill it.

M: I’m looking for a new home

Giulia: I can be your new home bb

Nat: NO

Giulia: I DON T TRUST IT

Zee: Bamf Jack!! Two words I never thought I’d use In the same sentence

Nat: We're in Lawrence aren't we

Zee: In what year?

Scooby doo matinee 2$ . WHAT

oh look a Metallica poster. I still have that CD 

Giulia: oh look My aesthetic

Giulia: That James Dean vibe tho

What’s this stupid music.

Zee: Charming acres???

Nat: "Where Everybody's Happy" Are we in Pleasant Ville?

I don’t trust shit.

Zee: Splash

See..?

Nat: Brain-mush

Giulia: CLEAN AISLE 3

Nat: Well, good morning to my breakfast

Giulia: TRUEST REACTION on supernatural EVER

Giulia: he loves that snake

Nat: SNAKY

C: *knocks* Hey Jack?

J: I’m good Castiel. [OMG DAAAAD stop breathing on my neck]

C: [sigh, semi-soulless teenagers]

Giulia: What’s up with the all black

C: How's the snake?

J: I don't think he's feeling well. He won’t eat.

well...doesn’t snakes eat rarely tho? like....once a week or something?

Zee: He misses his previous owner

LOOK AT THAT CUTE FUCKING SOFT SMILE . FUCK YOU MISHA

C: He's been through a lot of changes in a short period of time. I guess that's something you have in common.

Nat: He's going dark

Zee: Concerned dad

C: Jack, you killed Michael. You consumed his grace.

Giulia: I. DON T. TRUST. THIS. DID HE THO?

but also.....right now I’m that granny that mistook Cas for her 3rd husband , : “you are so pretty Charles”

Nat: I feel different now.... YA THINK

J: You want to know how much of my soul I had to burn off to kill Michael.

Yeah fuck I wanna know ok.

Nat: How could he know?!

Giulia: can’t cas look it up

Nat: He could stick his hand in there.

Giulia: HE COULD

Nat: That sounded wrong

Giulia: IT DID.

Zee: Deep inside. There I made it worse

J: I try not to think about it.

BAD. 

I don’t like that hollow stare Jack, I swear to fucking god Imma slap your soul back into your body.

so I’m listening to the ep with my headphones and BOOOOOOY DID I HEAR THAT SIGH [cranking up the volume to the max and goes back]

Nat: I could eat him alive. And the sandwich

A wild Castiel appears.

C: Oh. Thought you, uh, were gonna sleep until the cows dragged you home.

D: That's not the -- Never mind.

THE *claps* DOMESTICS *claps*

AWE Cass asked about Rowena. [ what was the ship name again? Rostiel?, Caswena?Witchywings?

AWE CAS ASKED ABOUT SAM. [SASTIEEEEL]

D: I think they're both full of crap.

Of course they are, this is Supernatural. Cue painful montage! 

*jazz hands*

Giulia: Poor sam

Zee: PTSD

Nat: Sammy :(

Giulia: They were his people

Sam and his fucking trembling lips

Nat: Aw Baby let me hug you

[Dean eating]

Giulia: Das me

Nat: I'm still hungry

Zee: Damn that mouth. It’s big

Giulia: What does it do tho ? wiggling eyebrows

Zee: It eats!! Everything

S: Yeah, well... I'm leaving in ten.

C: Maybe I should go with him. And you can stay with Jack.

me : GASP YES

D: Why do you think he'll talk to me?

hE ‘S YOUR SOOOOON!

C: Well, because he looks up to you.

Dean don’t you roll your eyes at your hub. It’s impolite.

D: I was not great with Sam, you know, when he was, uh...

STOP right there. Don’t give me flashbacks

D: Well, how am I supposed to figure that out?

Cass, your Misha is slipping out, put that voice back into the cave it came out of 

C : Just talk to him. Get him to open up.

Audience : * SNORTS * yeah riiiight

C: Sleep until the cows come home.

D: There it is.

C: That's the saying.

*CLAPS* DOMESTICS

Nat: I'm hungryyyyyyyy

Zee: We’ve established that Nat

Nat: I mean.... APART FROM THIRSTYYYYYYYYYYY

Giulia: I’m eating nuts

Zee: I bet you are

Nat: Nut juice. Food against hunger and thirst. New Bumper sticker

Awe Cas is driving BB. [but where is the pimp mobile]

S: I'm good, honestly

C:  YEAH I KNOW EVERYBODY IS GOOD

UUUUUH Cas baby, get me all tingly with your sarcasm

Also write that under the series main title as a warning really. 

SUPERNATURAL :  EVERYBODY IS GOOD

Listen Sam, baby, I can hear your voice breaking, stop with the bullshit.

C is like....you can fill so much bullshit in that moose body

S: we don't have as many Hunters as we used to.

OUCH

Zee: Cas learnt how to use his badge

Giulia: Lame

Nat: "We're FBI..."

Look how cute my baby is...look at him *sobs*

C: Was it more "Scanners" 1, 2, or 3? 

OH WOW, IS CAS BEING DEAN RIGHT NOW?  (because I’m all for it.)

Giulia: I bet dean made him watch that.

Nat: Charming Acres

Nat: I don't wanna live there

Giulia: I DOOOOO

Zee: It’s creepy ffs

Nat: It's all shades of fucked up. I mean, look!

LOVE IT

C: It's like we're stepping into a Saturday Evening Post. I look at them sometimes after you fall asleep at night. They're very soothing.

I had to google that , not gonna lie. Also....HOW FUCKING CUTE IS THAT?! 

Giulia: DEM HAAAAAIR THO.

Giulia: FOXY WIFE

Zee: Foxy wife

S: What was that?

Giulia: i love that time, minus the racism and patriarchy and the war.

Nat: What is wrong with these people

Giulia: Living my dream ok

Zee: Oh shut up babe

Nat: I don't like perfect

Giulia: Cas and his bed hair

Giulia: DEM MILKSHAKES. I BET THERE IS SOMETHING IN THERE

Zee: Something fishy, lass

Sammy likes them milkshakes tho

Is it just my impression or Cas is running out of fucks this season?? I love it.

FLATFOOTS

Zee&Nat: We take care of each other.

mmm, don’t like that

Zee: Don’t like the way that sounded

Giulia: suspicious

Mayor: They said something about an aneurysm or something?

C:

Zee: His head exploded

Nat: His head exploded

Giulia: OH NO HIS HEAD EXPLODED

Zee: Gotta love Cas

Giulia&Nat: Like a ripe melon on the sun

Giulia: GOTTA LOVE HIM

Sam panicking.

S: "Like a ripe melon on the sun"?

C: It was an apt metaphor.

As I said : Angel out of fucks

S: Okay, well, maybe next time try to be a little less...apt.

C: The entire town is so strangely picturesque.

Giulia: I KNOOOOOW! , Can I go there?

Zee: NOOOOOOO

Nat: We wouldn't let you

Giulia: Dat dress.

Nat: Bonding time

Jack just gave the snake the cookie crunch , sobs so pure....for now

J: I think he’s sad

Nat: Have you tried bacon

Bacon....the solution to everything. I mean....not wrong, it’s delicious.

Giulia:  so dorky

Sniffs Chinese food

D: Well, anyway, you and the, uh, snake...want to go for a little dri-ive?

gets mice .

Nat: mice scare him?

ok but Dean is that squeamish sometimes . It’s hilarious.

...because the mice scared me and I need confort. Also I’ll probably avoid Chinese food for a month so there’s that.

Nat: Ahhh... Jack really talks to that thing

Woman: Not people. Men. I only rent to young men. It's not proper -- young women living alone?

Nat: MORALS. GOTTA HAVE MORALS

*looks at Castiel*

Woman: You know.

...C i like....what

me: sHe fLirtS

Nat: Ya still wanna go there, @Giulia

Zee: She’ll say yes

Giulia: YEAH. Y’all can’t stop me

Zee: See? I’ll tie you down bitch just watch

Nat: Ya CAnT LiVE oN YOuR oWn

Giulia: I’ll work at the diner

Time for some SNOOPING 

Giulia: So much hand porn for me

C: - they're...surprisingly passionate.

Sam with a tiny ass cup ready for some gossiping: Passionate how?

Castiel without a speck of blush: She spends, uh, quite a bit of time talking about the -- the shape and the heft of his --

Zee: Such a tiny cup

Please tell me there a DICK PICK in there lol

S: It's getting late, Cass. And you're right. I-I probably need some rest.

oh noe

C: You want to stay here? 

S: Why not? Ms. Dowling's making pot roast.

OH NOE

Nat: I can smell head explosion

Zee: I can smell the bleach they’ll use

Nat: And there you go

Giulia: NICE  I can live in that fantasy idc 

Nat: You won't have us

Giulia: I wouldn’t know

Zee: Impossible. We’re seeped in your bones

Giulia: You can’t miss what you don’t remember

Nat: Yo head's going to explode when you remember, Giuls

D: Why don't you grub up? We still got another couple hours.

J: I'm not really hungry.

I DON’T LIKE IT

D: Give him one of these. I bet he's never had that before.

DEAN NO

J:  I don't think you have a firm grasp on what snakes eat.

Zee: Uncomfortable dean

D: Yeah, I always thought they were kind of cool, though.

Nat: Aww...adorable Dean

Giulia: I thrive out of these moments

Zee: Road trip with dad

D: Mm. Well, it's not the snake that's dangerous. It's their...bite.

J:  Is -- Is that a saying?

D: It is now.

Nat: hahah... is Dean looking with one he's going to pick?

Nat: Dad move

Giulia: Was that really a way to test jack? With CAKES

Nat: Dean move

Sam’s room is empty

Giulia: Weird Sam time

Zee: Not good

Nat: I told ya

Giulia: Das me jamming

Giulia: He so awkward

Giulia: HALLO!

Giulia: No i don t eat.I'm looking for my partner.

Mrs B: Oh. The very nice, the very tall fella?

Castiel angel of the lord? more like Castiel angel of I’VE RUN OUT OF FUCKS

Mrs.B: Hm. He said he's going for a walk. [pause ]  And a milkshake.

Giulia: Still me jamming,  ‘He’s got tan shoes with pink shoelaces’

Nat: yeah i mean, what's with her. all of a sudden a new husband?

Nat: My partner

Giulia: I’m looking  my partner

Nat: The tall man - yes the very tall man

Zee: The very tall. Man

Giulia: I WOULD HAVE DIED. CAN HE GRAB MY HANDS TOO

Nat: Mr smith is gone long live Mr smith

Giulia: I would like a martini yes

Zee: I was waiting for this

C: Hair? ---He has beautiful hair?

Giulia: HE HAS

Nat: he has beautiful hair

Giulia: BEAUTIFUL HAIR

Giulia: THIS IS COMPLICATED . Cas is like...... WHAT IS THIS I WAS NOT PROGRAMMED FOR THIS. PEOPLE . PEOPLE SKILL. NOT FUNCTIONING .

Giulia: OH LOOK THAT’S MY MOM

Nat: what

Nat: the

Nat: fuck

Giulia: i’m loving this cas

C: I'm so sorry, but last night, his head, um --

Giulia: he had to pause

Giulia: That laugh was creepy

Nat: How about that martini?

Mrs. Smith : No...my husband he’s good.

[ SNORTS ]

Nat: OH god... no I need a drink

Nat: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Giulia: ...

Nat: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Giulia: EW

Nat: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nat: That pony tail

Zee: I don’t like this

Giulia: THAT’S SWELL

Nat: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JUSTIN NO GOOD

what’s up wITH THE FUCKING POT ROAST ?

Nat: Honey, make me one too! Dammit

Giulia: SAME I NEED 5

Zee: A round of martinis please

C: This is not your house.

Justin!Sam : 

Justin!Sam :  You're right. This is my wife's house. I am simply living here.

Giulia: OH YOU

C: Something terrible's happened.

you right, those hair happened

Justin!Sam: I'm feeling adventurous.

Nat: Rawr ?

Giulia: NO

Giulia: I CAN T

Zee: I can’t process

Justin!Sam : So that's a no-no on the hooch?

I think Jared had too much fun in this. I WANT ALL THE BLOOPERS PLEASE PLEASEEEEE

Giulia: I’m laughing so much

Nat: You watch your mouth

Giulia: SIR U WATCH UR MOUTH

Zee: Skedaddle

Nat: I don't wear a hat , dammit I.... uh

Zee: Bitch

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Justin!Sam : Sir, using language like, uh, "H-E-double hockey sticks" --

Nat: Wash your mouth out with soap?

Giulia: GUYS, I haven’t had this much fun on spn in a long time.

I can’t breathe

Zee: I’m dying here

Nat: Double hockey sticks?

oh....OH.....I GOT IT NOW....GOLLY...WHAT THE HECKIE

Nat: STILL WANNA LIVE THERE?

Giulia: YEAH SHUT UP

Nat: ZETa

Zee: What?

Nat: Giuls is willing to leave us and go live there

Giulia: I LIKE THE AESTHETICS

Zee: As I said. Not possible. The amount of the insanity that she has shared with us won’t let her

Donatello : Ah, I am just the picture of health. Except for my prostate. It's shaped like a papaya.

...THANK YOU BB

also...do you guys think the Winchester get their prostate checked? or do they call.....Doctor Novak? (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

Nat: Dena really doesn't like snakes. Dean. Not Dena. Well, maybe Dena too. I wouldn't know

Giulia: We don’t judge

Zee: Never

Giulia: I LOVE HIM

Giulia: God sister snacked on it

Giulia: That’s a big ass cup

Nat: That's a big cup

Zee: Black hole

Giulia: ...

Giulia: This succession of texts is cursed

Nat: Not going there, Giuls

Zee: Again. I concur

Giulia: I ain’t said shit ya pervs

Zee: YET

Nat: You were thinking it. That's enough

Zee: ABOUT TO SAY IT

Giulia: You two were thinking it too , get off that high horse

Zee: offended gasp

J: And when it was gone, how did you -- how'd you feel?

Donatello: Like...the galaxy. You know, Jack, our galaxy's all bright and shiny and spinny, but in its center lies this very large black hole.

Donatello: I'm all bright and shiny, obviously. Not so much spinny  But inside? Empty.

Donatello : Losing your soul doesn't make you bad It doesn't make you anything. It's, um... an absence of...of pity, of empathy...of humanity.

J: I know I don't feel...nothing, but I don't feel the same, either. And maybe I just don't know what nothing feels like. Mostly, I just don't want Sam and Dean and Cass to worry. I just -- I need time and space to figure things out on my own, but everywhere I go, there's someone looking over my shoulder.

Giulia: I get that boo 

Nat: MAKE ME CRY JACK

J: Sam and Dean are the best men I know.

Nat:  FUCK YOU. I'M CRYING 

Donatello : whenever you don't want them to worry just think "WWWD" -- "What Would the Winchesters Do?"

Giulia: Pew pew pew pew pew pew. That’s what they’ll do. Sex stares. Bitchfaces. Bacon. Rocking off. Kill monsters. BOOKS. 

Zee: Kicking asses, taking names

Giulia: Kick names , take ass

Nat: there goes giuls

Zee: Oh babe!!!  Right there

Nat: I should not engage in this convo because it's going to be dirty

Zee: He’s not like you?!

Donatello : I suppose the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a soul?

D: Donny.

Donny: What?

Nat: He seems ok

Nat: SEEMS

Donny: Jack's probably the most powerful being in the universe. [Creepy music starts to play....I sweat]  I mean, really, who knows what's going on inside his head?

Giulia: I like donatello

D [ with the anxiety of a thousands suns ] : ...thanks

Zee: Erotic musings

Giulia: Cas saying “steamy” and “erotic” is making me tingling

Zee: Rip it from your ...

YOU KNOW WHAT HE CAN RIP OFF ME THO?

Nat: BAMF CAS

Giulia: And this too

Nat: Of course it's him

Zee: What are you ?

Nat: Sam's so tall

Zee&Giuls: The squint

Zee: Giuls shut up

Mayor: and no matter what I did, people would turn to drink or drugs, they'd move away.

Giulia: Oh boo hoo .Let me do drug in peace.

Mayor: ...And you know what happened next?

C:  No, but I have a feeling you're gonna tell me.

[I’m all out of fucks anyway ]

Giulia: THE SNARK

C: I won't hurt you, Sam.

Justin!Sam:  Golly, I told you my name is Justin!

Giulia: GOLLY

Nat: Justin!Sam is this a thing now?

Giulia: i hope

Zee: Giuls. That’s all for you. Cas kicking ass

Giulia: I know I’m sweating. Look at this shit

H    O    T

Giulia: NO IDC ABOUT THEM LEMME SEE CAS

C: Fight this! 

J S: Why? I'm happy in Charming Acres.

Giulia: THAT’s US

Nat: That's us against Giuls

C: Sam, I know you want to be happy. And I know what it's like to lose your army. I know what it's like...to fail as a leader, Sam. But you can't lose yourself.

You have to keep fighting.

You can't lose yourself, because if you do, you fail us. You fail all of those that we've lost. You fail Jack. Sam, you fail Dean.

Nat: make me cry

Giulia: omg I’m crying

Giulia: I’m cryiiing and I’m tired of seeing Cas and that fucking blade like that ok.STOP IT. [ going into MOC Dean ptsd ]

Zee: Lool

Nat: OH no no brain explosion please

Zee: I’m god

Giulia: We met god. God has a beard

Zee: God has a beard

Giulia: God is ma dad

Nat: NO

Giulia: YAS QUEEN

Zee: I like her now

Giulia: make his head go splat

Zee: Vegetable

Giulia: Psh lame

Nat: hey, not bad huh?

Giulia: Laaaaame

Zee: You needed the splat!

Nat: you know lame when you get there giuls

Zee: Nat. We’ve established we won’t let her

Giulia: BuT ThE dREsSeS

Giulia: God dean

Nat: Dean stop being adorable

j: It was...illuminating

D ... the fuck, stop talking like your angel father.

D: Heard you wore a cardigan.

C:  Yeah, I told him about the cardigan.

S: Great. Thanks.

D: And the wife.

Giulia: What about the ponytail

Giulia: Wait, Cas and dean talked about it on the phone [dies]

D: Well, not a lot of happy goin' on around here.

Nat: Wow, Dean feel a stab in his heart

S:  I hate this place right now. I hate it.

S:  Everywhere I look, I see them. I see Maggie. I guess that's why, uh -- why I was so desperate to get out of here, why I kept running us ragged. But I got to stop that. I-I can't keep running. I -- This is my home.

This is our home.

Dean, I think I just need some time.

Giulia: Yeah same

Nat: Sammy babe

Zee: How couldn’t they have

Giulia: Awe this is the hurt Sammy season. Again

D:  Okay.

Giulia: STAPH

Giulia: WITH

Giulia: THAT

Giulia: LOOK

Giulia: JARED

Zee: Sam needs a million years in therapy

Nat: You need help

Giulia: NO

Zee: Oh no

Giulia: I DON T LIKE IT

J: Sam and Dean would help you, so -- so I'll help you.

Nat:. Nah, Dean wouldn't

J: I'll help you see your friend again. 

Giulia: FUCKING

Nat: No

Giulia: NO

J:  In Heaven.

Nat: What

Giulia: JAAACK

Nat: Jack

Giulia: THank god cas saw it

Nat: Wtf

Zee: Yeah. That wasn’t good

Giulia: Oh shuttttt uuuup

Giulia: PROMO

Zee: Dean in a suit. Alien vs predator

Nat: Creepy, me likey

Giulia: Eh

Nat: OK babes, i gotta go. Nat: See ya! it was a pleasure.

Zee: Always

Giulia: Go have some milkshake

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I’m Ready

There he was again, standing with his friends in a semi-circle around his locker. Just like every day, Noelle was walking to English with her friends; and just like clockwork, as she rounded the corner he was watching her. His dark eyes looked up and met hers, a small grin on his face when he noticed how flush she got staring back at him.

“He gonna break his neck staring that hard.” Her BF Jasmine said, breaking Noelle out of her trance. “Girl what?” Noelle dismissed her, trying not to look so obvious. “For real, girl I'on know why you just don’t say something to him. He’s obviously feeling you.” Mari on her opposite side, piped in. As the girls laughed, a mutual friend of theirs Tyler came up putting his arm around Noelle and Jasmine. “Who is feeling Noelle?” Pushing his arm off, Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Ain’t nobody talking to you, always in someone’s business.” Tyler kept his arm around Noelle, ignoring Jasmine and Mari as he spoke. “So are you going to the game tonight, you know I’m playing right?” Noelle wasn’t listening, she had seen Sehun and his friends coming down the opposite hall. He was talking to Kai, but when their eyes met nothing mattered but her. As they walked past each other, Sehun nodded at her. His eyes cut to look at Tyler’s arm on her shoulder. Continuing down the hall Noelle, pursed her lips and went to class.

One year, that’s all he had to be here. The 14 hour flight from Korea, to start school in America during his senior year for one year only. Sehun was annoyed to say the least about it. Why couldn’t he stay home? He could stay with his aunt. His mother was uprooting his friends, his social life, everything he knew. His English wasn’t even that great at least not to him. She just had to follow his stepfather, a Korean-American man who owned several businesses between here and Daegu. So, on the first day of school in Spetember, in the fog and rain. Sehun looked at himself in a mirror, fixing his light brown hair as his mother stood behind him. “You’ll be fine. You’ll make lots of new friends and have new experiences.” She handed him his backpack, smiling. He didn’t mean to take the bag so roughly from her hands, but he did. “Eomma, please. I wanted to stay in Korea, it was my last year.” She gave him a small smile. “You always wanted to study abroad.” “I said maybe, I certainly didn’t think rainy Seattle.” He clenched his teeth, walking past her to the front door. “Sehun, please. I wanted to be with your father. Can you please just try to be open about this?” His mother asked, standing in the hall as he pulled his coat around his face. “Yea, Eomma…I’ll try.” Heading out the door he looked up at the sky, as a fat raindrop splashed on his face. “Fuckin place.” He rode the bus, talking to the few Koreans he had met before school started. America certainly was as diverse as was televised. He had never seen so many people who looked different from each other in one place. Laughing and smiling, mixed couples kissing. Not that he was against that, no, but Korea…In Korea everyone was the same. When there were foreigners around everyone stared, not because they weren’t welcome but simply because they were different. They were something new in the monotony of the day. School was just like school in Korea, except no one was wearing uniforms. You had your jocks and bullies. There were stuck up pretty girls, and the weird kids that seemed to creep most people out. The artsy students and then people like him, somewhere in between. Looking down at his schedule, he tried to remember what certain English letters sounded like when he bumped into someone. “You should watch where you’re…you’re new aren’t you?” He wasn’t paying attention to words, but the way her mouth said them. The way her painted pink lips pursed and rolled as she spoke. His eyes moved up to her mink colored skin. High cheekbones on a heart shaped face and angled jaw. Her dark curly hair hung around her face, some in her face. Big and bouncy. She placed a hand on her wide hip, slender waist accented by her crop top. “Yes. I’m from Korea.” Ok, why did he say that. Looking into her eyes, he started over. “My name is Sehun. I’m looking for this class?” He pointed to the paper. Holding out her hand she grinned. “I’m Noelle. Nice to meet you Sehun, and that’s AP Anatomy and Physiology. It’s my next class, so follow me.” She moved past him and although he didn’t mean to his eyes went directly to her ass. The way the jeans fit her so snug, had him taking a deep breath but he rushed to her side. “Noelle? What does that mean?” He took in her full body, the way she carried herself with her head held high. She was stunning. “Christmas. I was born on Christmas Eve. Real Creative right? Your name is Sehun what does that mean?” He mused for a second, distracted after he had been trying to smell her. “Oh..Se means like generation and Hun is like…good deeds.” “Nice. So Korea huh? You’re far from home.” She stopped in front of the classroom door. Sehun smiled, wanting to reach out and touch her hair. “You have no idea.” As she entered the classroom, the aging and continually grumpy Mr. Potter looked over his glasses at them. “Well since, you’re the last two, you can sit together back there.” He pointed at a desk in the corner one row up from the back. “Who you sit with is who your partner is for the year people.” He looked at Noelle and Sehun. “You snooze, you lose.” As they slid into the desk, Sehun looked at Noelle smiling. “It’s not a loss.”

Over the next fee months, Noelle and Sehun grew closer. Talking quietly in Anatomy class, smiling as they passed each other in the halls. She had her crew and he has his. The two never seemed to intermingle, but her friend Mari had eyes for his friend Kyungsoo. “He’s so cute with his grumpy ass.” The way Mari lit up when he called her a Puerto Rican princess had Jasmine laughing. Jasmine grinned. “Y’all just falling all over yourselves for them Korean boys.” “It’s not because he’s Korean, I don’t discriminate.” Noelle said one day before school. Mari was busy reading a letter from Kyungsoo, like a love drunk middle schooler when she replied. “Don’t let your brother hear that. Mr. I’m so woke and shit.” “Right?” Jasmine added in, mimicking his voice. “We need to be with our own.” “Shit, if white boys have good dick, and he’s good to me what does it matter? Indian boys…whoever is gonna treat me like the goddess I am.” She tossed her brand new brazilian over her shoulder. Mari chuckled. “Any excuse for you to show off your hair, you kill me.” “Bitch, I saved for this! Don’t act like I won’t rock it to the fullest.” The girls walked to class, and Noelle felt her heart skip a beat about seeing Sehun again. All that snapchatting they had done last night, he was showing off in his pictures of his body pretending to show her a few hats he had picked up. As she entered the class, the first thing she noticed was Kai in her seat. The sub at the front of the class, pointed to the board without looking at the girls. “Take a paper, do it, put it on the desk before you leave thank you.” He was currently reading Of Mice and Men. Finding an empty desk near where Sehun and Kai where she sat down with her friends, her back to him. Class went by easily enough, but she felt…lonely. She enjoyed their talks and listening to his accent as he spoke to her. He used his hands most times, his hands with those long fingers. His lithe frame, and the way he tossed his hair out of his eyes. He was so handsome, he knew it too, but he always tried to play shy when she asked him if he thought he was cute or something. Just then her phone chimed, looking down at it, she grinned. A text from Sehun. How about you sit so your back isn’t to me. I like looking at your face She side-eyed him but ignored it, continuing to listen to the conversation in front of her. Another chime came in. Do I need to come and turn you around? Picking up her phone she answered him. Yea, like you’ll come over here. Then she felt someone behind her, Sehun had a hand on the back of her seat, turning her slightly. Then he pulled up a chair next to her, sitting down so his legs were open and she was practically in between them. She gave him a you cute or whatever look, as her friends made faces and giggled. “Ladies.” Sehun said, his hand creeping up to pull at her curls gently. “Sehun.” They answered in unison, giving Noelle the eye as they grinned. A little farther away, someone Tyler knew saw them, texting his friend about his crush and her new Asian boy toy.

Noelle was bent over in front of her locker, trying to pull her math book from under the crap she had stockpiled. “Come on…” She grunted pulling the book hard, her ass bumped into Sehun who was standing a little too close behind her. “What the..” She turned around seeing him, as he winked at her. “Boy, stop playing.” Closing her locker, she turned around just as Sehun put his hands on either side of her head. “I think about you a lot.” His eternally pink lips hovering near her face. She swallowed hard, he smelled so good. His cologne smelling like cedar and vanilla and musk. He moved his hand, twirling her hair around his fingers, feeling the texture between his digits. “Do you now? Might wanna see someone about that.” She grinned trying to duck under his arm, but he cupped her between his arms again. “Come on now.” He dipped his face near her neck smelling her, and Noelle noticed how empty the halls were now. How quiet the school was. “It’s hard to be around you, and not tell you what’s really up.” Noelle reached out her hand, touching his face so he could look at her again. “Then tell me.” 

God, he was impossibly attractive, never did she think she would be with someone like him. Someone who understood her, and her quirks. Someone she could easily laugh with, and be herself. She didn’t have to hide who she was. He knew her family issues, and what she wanted to do with her life. These feelings though, how her heart skipped a beat when he was near. The way she scrambled for her phone, and prayed it was him texting her. She knew he felt it too, the way he licked his lips looking at her. His lingering touches. Then he looked at her. Really looked at her, she was the only one right now and she was the only one he cared about. “I was wondering…could I make you my baby?” She smiled at him. “Yes, took you long enough.” He moved his arms from around her, chuckling softly, running his hand through his now white hair. Shooting out a hand she grabbed his shirt, pulling him back in. Sehun leaned against the locker, his lips connecting with hers. The electricity racing up her spine, Noelle pulled away. “I have to go, text me.” She moved away from the locker, the cool metal against her back had cooled her down. “How about I facetime you?” Sehun replied. Rushing back over, Noelle hoisted her bag on her shoulder as she kissed his cheek once more. “Deal.” Walking out the doors of the school she didn’t see Sehun, trying to look suave as he went back to his locker to grab his bag. He was on cloud 9, and she certainly didn’t see Tyler glowering from the door frame having saw the whole thing.

“I’m telling you, that dude be all in her face. He follows her, trying to get his little fetish fix. She kissed him and I saw that shit with my own eyes. He ain’t a good dude, just got here, don’t hang out with nothing but Asians.” Tyler, being the good rat that he was, standing on Noelle’s porch as he talked to her older brother. “What else, man. Tell me what he look like?” Her brother Hakeem, leaned against the side of the house, listening to Tyler. Noelle came down the street after stopping at the store for dinner. She heard loud talking, hoping her mother wasn’t drunk this early again when she saw Tyler and Hakeem on the porch. The only reason she tolerated Tyler around was because his older brother knew Hakeem. When Tyler’s brother left, he latched on Hakeem, and she figured he needed someone. When he started following her around, and trying to be her best friend, she smiled but kept him at arms length. As she walked up to the house Tyler quieted down, looking at the ground instead of at her. Hakeem had his dark eyes on her, angry. “Why you so late?” Noelle rolled her eyes. “Don’t start with me. Who else is gonna cook?” Walking up the stairs, she said nothing to Tyler and moved to open the door. Hakeem placed a hand on it, holding it closed. “Tell me about this little asian boy at your school.” Her heart jumped. She quickly looked up at Tyler who pretended to study the boards on the porch. “There are a lot, you’d have to tell me what he looks like.” Hakeem sucked his teeth. “They all look the same, stop playing Noelle.” Closing her eyes, Noelle took a deep breath. “Move Hakeem, I’m not playing with you.” “Ain’t nobody playing with you!” He tried to move into her path. Just then their mother yelled from inside the house. “Stop yelling on my god damn porch! Is that Noelle?” “Yes.” She called, glaring at her brother. “Tell Hakeem to move and quit playing.” Her brother backed away the door, before their mother could say something. Yelling curses at Hakeem for interrupting Noelle cooking and her studying time. “I ain’t done.” He said as she walked inside. Noelle scoffed. “You are now.” At dinner he sat fuming as he picked at chicken, waiting for the opportunity to say something. “I heard Noelle has a boyfriend.” She felt her mothers eyes on her. “Noelle don’t need a boyfriend. She needs an education and to take care of her family.” Drinking heavily from her glass of wine. Sighing Noelle, fought the tears that threatened to fall. “It’s not responsibility to take care of everyone. Hakeem is 21 he can take care of himself.” Her mother grunted, scratching at her bonnet. “Cops out here mowing down black men like weeds. Hakeem needs help.” “And I don’t?” Noelle answered. Sighing her mother took another long drink. “Noelle, you are about to be 18. You are beautiful and you are smart. You are closer to the opportunities that Hakeem cannot reach.” Getting up Noelle wiped her face with the back of her hand. It wasn’t her responsibility to take care of her older brother. She shouldn’t have to look after her drunkard mother. She washed her plate while Hakeem continued. “Heard she been all snuggled up with some Asian boy at school. You know that’s that fetish shit right? He only want you cause you have assets, not for your mind. That’s what any non black man sees! You know this. Stay away from him.” “You don’t get to tell me what to do! You ain’t my damn daddy!” She slammed her plate in the dish drainer. “I’m the man of this house now!” Her brother stood up, grabbing her arm as she tried to walk past him. “You will not talk to that kid again! He’s not good for you. Only a black man can know our struggle!” Snatching her arm, Noelle yelled in his face. “That’s why you be chasing them white girls? Or is because you just think they are easy? What’s good for you, isn’t acceptable for me? Get out of here with that bullshit!” “Enough!” Their mother yelled, slamming her hands down on the table. “Hakeem put this food away.” Rubbing her hand on her face. “Noelle, all I have to say is this. No boy is interfering with your schooling, and the peace in this house. Hakeem is looking out for you. You don’t need to be pregnant.” “Almost 18 years and I haven’t gotten pregnant yet.” Her mother shot her a look, wobbling on her feet as she stood up staring her daughter down. “Go study girl…both of y’all out my face.” Running to her room Noelle locked the door behind her, fighting tears as she sat down on her bed and bit her lower lip. She was not going to cry, she was not going to sit here and let them tell her what she could and could not do. Grabbing her phone she looked down to a text from Tyler. I know, I told him but I’m sorry. That kid ain’t shit And you are? …Noelle don’t be like that. I’m looking out for you. I don’t need you or my brother to do “look” out for me. I make my own decisions. Don’t talk to me anymore Tyler, I’m serious. Stay away from me. I don’t need snitches around me. Noelle. I like you, I been liked you She sighed, shaking her head. In a way she knew, and that was probably the only reason he told her brother. Tyler. I’m gonna be real. I never saw you like that. I will never. You were a friend, nothing more. If you can’t keep a friend’s place and stay out my business, then stay away from me. She let that be that, waiting on the text back from him but it never came. Instead her phone pinged again and it was Sehun. He asked if she was ready to facetime. She replied for him to give her ten. Rushing into her shared bathroom with her brother a door connected to the bathroom from either side of their rooms. She locked his side and showered, pinning her hair up for the night in chunky twists. Unlocking her brothers side, she walked back into her room, and laid down on her bed, replying telling Sehun she was ready. “Hey Jagiya.” He was also on his bed, propped up on some pillows. “Jagiya? What does that mean?” Touching her hair as she spoke. Sehun smiled at her. “Honey, sweetie, darling. All that. So..what’s up?” “Nothing just finished dinner. You?” They talked long into the night, and Noelle forgot about how upset she was earlier. He washed away any anguish she had making her laugh. He told her about Korea and how he missed it. They both shared their father dying. While her mother drank her sorrow, his mother tried was desperate to be in another mans arms. She couldn’t be alone. “Tomorrow is Saturday. Wanna go to a movie with me?” How would she get away? “Just us?” She asked, nibbling on her lip. “I mean…I’m sure Kyungsoo wants to see Mari; and Kai won’t admit it but he’s feelin’ Jasmine. If not, me and you.” Nodding her head Noelle replied. “I’ll let them know what’s up. Let’s all go, we can sit alone. Tell Kai that Jasmine likes men that take charge, if he wants her, he has to act like it.” She laughed, trying to envision sweet Kai being tough. “I’ll pass the word on. Go to sleep Jagi.” He kissed the screen, giving her a wink. “I’ll try.” Laying down in her bed, all she had to do was reach over and turn the lamp off. Sehun chuckled. “I mean I could come over and hold you…maybe do something else..” Noelle cut him off. “Boy bye!”

The next day, Sehun had planned a night trip to the movies with his friends. His mother was glad to see him happier and enjoying his time in the US. “Are you going to be sad that we are leaving? You can go home for the summer, and come back to the US for college. I don’t really have to worry about you going to the military, now that you have US citizenship.” She was making Kimbap as she spoke. Grabbing a roll, Sehun stuffed it into his mouth. “I don’t know Eomma, we will see.” He had told her about Noelle. His mother was generally accepting, she was a hopeless romantic and an artist. She believed in finding love wherever it was and with whoever. For that Sehun was grateful. Noelle never told him if she told her family about him. He had often wondered, but he never pressed it. He had often thought about bringing Noelle to meet his mother. That night, Sehun walked with Kai and D.O. to the movie theater. He was happy, he was excited. About to go see a movie with his girl. He wore fitted jeans and sneakers with a leather bomber jacket over a gray T-shirt that read The Ramones on it. Near the movie theater, laughing and talking he texted Noelle. You there? Been here, Jasmine is way too excited. Where are you? Want me to wait inside? Coming, down the street, no just stand in front, I wanna see you. lol He smiled, grinning even harder when Kai told him he was sprung. Just then 3 guys stepped into their path, one of which he recognized. The tallest guy looked them all over, then stared specifically at Sehun. “You, Sehun?” He had pronounced his name wrong (Say-Hun and not Say-Hoon) but he let it slide. “Why?” “Man, that’s him.” Tyler, that was his name. “Stay away from my sister.” The tallest guy said, taking a step forward. Sehun knew Kyungsoo wasn’t the one to back down from anything and the shorter male stepped forward. “She is her own woman, she can do whatever she wants.” Hakeem pushed Kyungsoo. “Ain’t nobody talking to you Jackie Chan!” “He’s Chinese! I’m Korean moron!” Kyungsoo said, reaching out to push Hakeem back but Kai pulled the shorter back. Sehun took a deep breath. This is why she never invited him over. “I’m dating Noelle. So when she tells me she doesn’t want to be together, then I’ll back off.” He looked at Tyler. “I thought she was your friend?” Tyler said nothing, looking up at Hakeem, who began speaking again. “I don’t give a flying fuck what you think you’re doing.” Hakeem stood toe to toe with Sehun a good 2 inches taller than him. Sehun grinned at him. “I’m not going to get into this with you.” He tried to move past Hakeem who blocked his path again. “You getting into it now pretty boy.” Sehun raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “You said it not me.” Hakeem threw the first punch.

Standing in front of the entrance Noelle looked around, in her best t-shirt dress and sneakers, she had her makeup done and hair looking right. She knew she looked beautiful, but where was Sehun. A commotion up ahead was illuminated by a streetlight. Was that Sehun…oh lord. Her brother. “Hakeem!” She called out, gasping when she saw Hakeem punch Sehun. Jasmine and Mari were right behind her, as she ran  into the fray. Noelle grabbed Hakeem’s arm pulling him away from Sehun, just as Sehun’s fist connected with Hakeem’s jaw. “Stop it! Stop!” She screamed. “That’s my sister! Stay away!” Hakeem yelled, as he was pulled back by Noelle. “What am I not good enough!?” Sehun yelled, as Kai pushed Tyler away, and turned to see if Sehun was ok. “Hakeem stop!” Noelle screamed as she pushed him away from Sehun and stood in the middle of them. “Home now!” Hakeem screamed, practically in her face. “You do not tell me what to do!” Noelle turned from Hakeem and faced Sehun. “Are you alright? God, baby-I” “That nigga ain’t your baby! Get yo ass home before I tell mama you out here whorin!” Jasmine gasped, now at Kai’s side touching a small cut on the side of his head. Noelle closed her eyes tight. “Shut the fuck up Hakeem!” Her brother was yanking on her arm pulling her away. As she tried to snatch away, Sehun came to her defense. “Let her go! She just told you-” The men went at each other again and, Noelle began to cry. She knew what she had to do. Just to stop this. “Alright! I’ll go with you!” Holding her face in her hands as she wept. As Hakeem led her away, she cried as she heard Sehun call her name.

The next three days at school, she ignored Sehun. She didn’t answer facetime and she didn’t respond to texts. Noelle knew she should but damn Tyler, who knows who else her brother had watching her. Noelle closed her eyes and sighed thinking about Sehun’s swollen and bloody bottom lip. He could throw a punch she gave him that but his face. Why did Hakeem go and do that? Jasmine was the one who told Tyler were they were going that night. It wasn’t her fault, Noelle hadn’t told anyone about what he did. After a few days, she couldn’t take it. His sad stares down the hall, she even skipped Anatomy so she wouldn’t have to be near him. Then, she thought, no she wasn’t going to do this. Writing a note, she came to Anatomy and watched Sehun’s face light up as she took her seat next to him. He didn’t care if the teacher had just started talking, he wanted answers. Scooting closer to her, so that his lips barely touched her ear he spoke. “Tell me what’s up.” His hand under the desk he squeezed her thigh. “I miss you, Noelle.” She looked quickly around the class to see who was looking, before sliding him the note. “I miss you too.” Taking it, Sehun read what it said anxiously as to what would happen. “So we aren’t gonna talk right now? What does your brother look through your phone? You can’t text me?” She closed her eyes tight, hearing his voice low and annoyed. “Sehun, please.” “Please? I’m asking you please, jagi come on.” He let his fingers slide up her thigh. Looking at him, truly looking at him for the first time in days, she looked at him with a small smile. “Just do what it says ok?” That evening Noelle acted normal, she packed a bag and waited until her mother boozed herself out for the night. Hakeem seemingly satisfied she wasn’t talking to Sehun anymore was gone for the night. Quietly, Noelle locked the front door behind her, and walked to the location she was to meet Sehun. The older home had once belonged to her great-aunt and was in pretty good condition just bare. A dilapidated couch, threadbare rug, some bookshelves, and a few knick-knacks are all that hung around. Her mother never sold it or did anything with it. Opening the front door, Noelle was grateful for the thick curtains on the windows and began placing candles down strategically lighting them. Some soft music in the corner, she waited for him to arrive. Ten minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. She steeled herself, opening the door to Sehun’s face. He grabbed her, his left hand on the back of her neck, the right hand on her ass gripping it tightly. His mouth ravaged hers, taking the taste of her to memory. Noelle had never been kissed like this, her hands on his waist she pulled him closer. Their hearts beating rapidly, as his tongue entered her mouth moving around the space. Sehun broke the kiss, gasping. “Why have you been ignoring me?” Walking away from him, Noelle closed the door locking it. “Some people my brother knows have been watching me, I didn’t want him to try to come for you again.” Following her to the living room, Sehun took in the sights, she was trying to make this romantic. She had space just for them, and she was trying to amend things. “Noelle, I don’t care. All I care about is being with you.” “I care about us too, but I don’t want the drama associated with it.” She put her hands up then stood away from him. “It’s your brother’s drama. My lip is fine, I’m still cute right?” He grinned at her, putting a peace sign near his face. She laughed. “You’re more than cute.” Silence fell over the room. Sehun knew what he wanted to say, what he could say. “You give me a feeling that I never felt before. I deserve it, you deserve it Noelle.” He crossed the room taking her hands in his, the orange candlelight playing over his features. “This is growing into something I can’t ignore.” “Sehun..” He placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. Noelle stood there watching his dark eyes, as he stared into hers. “After we graduate, I’m going back to Korea. I want you to come with me.” Her head darted up. To Korea? She had never even been outside of the country. Outside of Washington State! “I don’t know.” “I don’t want to leave you behind. I can’t. Just think about it, for me?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer, pulling her down on the blanket she laid out, he kissed her hungrily. His mouth moved over her neck and jawline. Placing light kisses until he got to her mouth where he let his tongue flick over her lips and across her tongue. Noelle moaned, his hands gripping her body, pulling her closer in between his legs. He needed her, he wanted her more than anything. Noelle’s hands found his chest, as she rubbed her fingers along his light muscle and across his broad shoulders. Breaking the kiss, she turned her face away from him. “I’ve never done this before…so.” Sehun placed a hand on her shoulder pushing her down onto the blanket. “I’ll take care of you, I’ll always take care of you.” Finally, she thought someone took care of her, instead of the other way around.

Naked, they laid on the blanket, Sehun pulling her arms above her head so she would stop covering her body. “I want to see all of you.” He whispered, kissing down her body. His mouth found a nipple, and she held the mound in one hand, keeping her hands bound with the other. He closed his lips over her breast and sucked gently, letting his tongue smooth over a brown areola and around the coconut-shaped orb. She moaned, moving her body into his touch. Slowly, he let her go, hands trailing down her taut stomach he kissed to the temple of her body. Opening her legs, he positioned himself in between them kissing up and down her thighs. Noelle was embarrassed. Sure, she groomed down there but she never had a man about to use his tongue on her before. Hell, she never had sex before. Now here she was turning her face away into the blanket. Damn, she had worked herself up knowing what she was getting into but here was the moment of truth. “Stop Jagiya, you’re beautiful, let me taste you.” He murmured, his white hair dipping in between her thighs. His tongue made long, smooth and slow strokes up her slit causing Noelle to jump from the new contact. God, if it felt this good now, what would happen when he really got started. Slowly, as he kissed, nipped and sucked on her legs fell open and she gave her body over to the sensation. The December wind howled outside, and she closed her eyes thinking of how perfect this was. Sucking on her pearl, Sehun grunted when she let a moan escape. Wetting a finger he slipped it inside her tight channel and moved it. Hooking his finger up letting her get used to the feeling. She had confessed she masturbated before, but he knew it was clitoral stimulation only. His tongue laving attention on her clit, one finger rubbing against her spot, he placed his hand on her lower belly and pushed gently. One too many pornos taught him this. He watched as Noelle grabbed his hands, her head moving from left to right as she bucked on his face. “Oh god, Sehun.” She groaned. He smiled, adding another finger making her gasp as he, moved his finger enough to allow his tongue to pass when he licked her from root to tip. That was it, Noelle felt the low, lusty wave begin in her pelvis and move downward, the warmth spreading she cried out, stomping her foot when he orgasm hit her. Sitting up, Sehun stroked himself watching as she gasped and tried to catch her breath, he removed his fingers from her licking them clean. “Was I too loud?” Arm thrown over her face. Sehun chuckled. “I like you loud.” He placed his body over hers, letting his throbbing length hit her slit and Noelle sucked in a breath. Rubbing himself against her, Sehun bit back a groan wanting to be inside of her so bad. “Wait,” Noelle said, placing a hand on his chest. He couldn’t wait, he just wanted to be in. “I know this is gonna hurt so move slow, and-” She reached for her jeans and pulled out a condom. “Put this on.” Of course, how could he forget? Sehun quickly slipped the roll over his shaft. He always practiced safe sex, the handful of times he’d done it but he was so eager to inside Noelle. Usually, it was just wham, bam, thank you, mam. Hovering over her once more, Sehun held himself up on his elbows and stared at her. His fingers tangled in her hair as he rubbed his aching tip against her entrance. “I’ll go slow, just tell me what you want.” Letting his face nestle into her shoulder, he laid his weight on her just enough, pushing in. God, she was tight, he backed up and did it again getting in the first inch. Noelle lifted her legs, and hummed, her arms around his neck as she braced herself. “I’m just gonna push,” Sehun replied, he felt her shake her head and in he went. His length slamming home, their pelvis bones connected, he groaned and waited for her to adjust to him. He needed to move, he wanted to move. He held on though, feeling his shaft throb inside of her. Noelle laid there, the searing heat of the entrance was dissipating. She rubbed her thighs against his sides, voice hoarse. “Move, baby.” That’s what he wanted to hear, pulling all the way out he pushed home, her whine in his ear, Sehun turned his face and kissed along her jaw, speeding up giving her what he had. He didn’t want to come fast, he wanted her to savor this. He was her first, he was going to make sure she had a good time. Holding onto one of her thighs, Sehun moved fast within her. Feeling her lift her hips every time he connected. In and out. Her moans and groans timed well with the way he moved. She wanted more, nails going down his back, how hot was it in here? His mouth found hers again, and Noelle kissed him hungrily, whispering her devotion into his mouth, while Sehun pushed his promises into hers. I need you I love you Baby, you feel so good Just like that, please don’t stop She bit down on his shoulder, just as she closed her eyes and the light burst from behind them. Sehun felt her moisten, the way she held tight onto his body, he knew she was coming. Looking down at her face, he watched as she came undone and he came with her. Laying in the darkness, Sehun rubbed her shoulders. Her ass pressed firmly against him. “I can’t describe what I feel like right now. I feel like I could just fly or something.” Noelle said turning her face so he could see her. Sehun breathed deep. “This is how it feels when it’s meant to be.” 

Quietly, they lay together watching the first snowfall come down.

Months passed. She didn’t care and neither did he. They were together and everything was perfect. Before they knew it it was summer and graduation was here and then gone. Sehun was preparing to go home once more, back to Korea. Originally he though how he never wanted to be here, and now he wondered what his life would be like if he never left. He had Noelle and she had him. “Have you thought about it yet?” Sehun asked as they got shaved ice from a vendor. Noelle got a passport, she was 18 she could do what she wanted. She loved her mother but; this was her life. She loved her brother but no one was going to rule her. “Yes and no, this is a big thing. I’m 18 and you’re 19.” She bit into the blue raspberry flavor. “I want to be with you. You can do this, your Korean is…ok.” He laughed, remembering how awkwardly she said certain words. Pushing him with her elbow, Noelle rolled her eyes. “Yea, yea.” Sehun stopped her under the shade of a giant sycamore. “Is it your brother?” “It’s more than that. It’s leaving and I don’t know if we will come back.” She watched some dark clouds roll in and prayed it didn’t rain again. “We can come back. College in the US or Korea. We applied to both.” Sehun ate, watching her face. “I know…” She trailed off and he left it. She knew when he was leaving, and a week later, she sat in her room listening to music as she straightened up. Bright LED lights flashed in front of her window and she sighed. “Who the hell is tha?” She heard Hakeem downstairs, and walked down the stairs where her mother was half drunk in the kitchen eating. Hakeem gritted his teeth when he saw her. “Is that that dude? Where are you going?” Ignoring him Noelle took a deep breath, kissing her mother on the forehead. “I love you Ma.” “Mhm.” Her mother answered, taking another swig. Noelle walked past her brother and looked out the door. Sehun sat in the car, he saw her. Would she stay or would she go? She closed her eyes remembering their conversation. “I’m leaving a week from now, I’ll come by. If you want to go, just pack and I’ll come get you.” “If I don’t?” “I’ll give you the choice, either way I’m coming to see.” Swallowing hard, Noelle looked back at her brother and her mother who was now asleep. Picking up the duffel bag she left near the door, she opened it and walked out. She was ready.

[anothersuperstition]

i was tagged by @killingjarz (hi kady we’ve literally been talking for like hours lmao) so i guess i’m gonna answer these

twenty-one questions

nickname: manda, miss amanda, amanda may

zodiac: all i got is aquarius lmao

height: 5′2″ how many times am i gonna have to tell the world that i’m a tiny bitch

amount of sleep: either two hours or 14 hours there’s no in between

last movie i saw: uhhh final destination 5 i think, i watched the whole series

last thing i googled: the lyrics to remedy by frank iero bc i was working on the flash sheet

favorite musician: if we’re talkin solo then maybe jon bellion, if we’re talkin band then mcr duh

song stuck in my head: the haunting by set it off and also west coast smoker by fall out boy. west coast smoker was playing when frank rt’d my art so right when it happened patrick stump yelled “oh HELL YES” and so did i lmao

other blogs: i used to have a separate art blog and a youtube blog (yikes) but now it’s just this and a url hoard a dragon would be jealous of (that’s honestly a bunch of my old urls)

do i get asks: now i do if i ask for them which is cool bc that didn’t happen like a year ago (also u can totally send asks for fun like abt anything idc)

blogs following: i’m following 305 blogs but i’m p sure a bunch of them are inactive and i have a little over 2000 followers bc art and emo and i got the majority of those in the past like, four months

lucky numbers: 3 and 7 and 21 which is neat bc 3x7=21

what i’m wearing: a too-big black adidas hoodie w a white logo and red plaid pajama shorts that i have Not changed out of today bc i’m sick and allowed to stay in pajamas lmao

dream trip: right now it’s absolutely the trip to meet frank in a few weeks (also kady i would fully 100% u coming with) but like overall i rlly wanna go to ireland

dream job: rlly any kind of artist, though. lately tattoo artist seems to be my ~calling~

favorite food: idrk i like carrots a lot

languages: i can barely speak english on a good day and if u need proof of that i just accidentally spelled “speak” as “speek”

play any instruments: i used to play the viola, well enough that my orchestra teacher was Pissed when i quit after freshman year and refused to call me my actual name until graduation, and now i can play snippets of songs on the piano but that’s abt it

favorite songs: of all time famous last words by mcr and plug in baby by muse, right now west coast smoker by fall out boy, product of a murderer by of mice and men, white noise by pvris, and where do we belong? anywhere but here. by frank iero and the cellabration

random fact: uhhhh i had braces for four years and in middle school i looked like a Proper Nerd bc i had braces and glasses and dorky freckles and my bestfriend moved across the country back then so that’s his Lasting image of me bc we’ve only seen each other in person once since then and it legitimately keeps me up at night bc i look. so much better now lmao

describe yourself as an aesthetic: i thought abt this and wanted to be smth cool and edgy but like. i take a lot of golden hour selfies and they always look unreasonable cute bc of my pink hair and freckles and green eyes and i’m always working at my desk when golden hour hits and casts this soft beautiful gold light across my workspace so unfortunately. probably That lmao

i’m gonna tag @corpsechic (u got tagged Twice m now u gotta do it) @cybercandy @romanticglitch and @smallandcold i know three out of four of u In Real Life and also u don’t gotta do this but also if u see this and just. wanna do it go ahead and say i tagged u

[harlothealing]

the happiest place on earth (jeon heejin fluff)

let’s go lesbians!!!

“AHHHH! Y/N! PUT THIS ON, WE COULD MATCH,” heejin yells, shoving a pink beret over your head. you turn to the mirror and blush.

“BITCH! JIWOO AND SOOYOUNG COULD NEVER,” you shriek, attempting to cover up how flustered you are. heejin wraps her arm around your shorter frame as she whips her phone out of her bag. she quickly snaps a few photos of you, obviously about to brag to jiwoo and sooyoung.

you continue to look at different items around on the rack, spotting a cute crop top with minnie mouse on the front.

“hey, heej. we should get thes-“ you start, cutting yourself off when you realize your brown haired friend is no longer by your side. leave it to jeon heejin to always wander off. you quickly buy the two crop tops before finding her by the exit of the shop, a matching shopping bag on her tiny wrist.

“bunny, where did you go? you just disappeared on me. what did you buy?” she lifted the bag on her wrist and opened it, displaying the two berets she previously expressed her love for.

“relax, y/n! i just bought you the beret because i thought you looked great in it. you know i love when we match!” she looked at you with her twinkling brown eyes. she was practically buzzing with excitement.

“heejin, i told you not to buy anything for me on this trip. this is YOUR first time here,” you pouted. she grabbed your cheek and cooed at you.

“oh c’mon y/n. live a little. this is the happiest place on earth after all. now, come on. let’s get out of this shop. that churro stand over there smells heavenly.” heejin grabs your wrist, dragging you out of the shop and through the sea of families covering main street.

after basically fighting heejin, you got to pay for the churro.

“oh my god, y/n. this churro is so good. you have to try this.”

“oh no, heej. it’s really okay. i’ve had one bef-“ you were cut off as a piece was basically shoved down your throat. you coughed slightly, before chewing and swallowing the sugary, fried dough. “okay that’s actually good as fuck. not gonna lie. gimme more!” heejin complies, holding the churro out for you to take a bite.

you glanced at heejin, smirking as you see her cheeks coated in sugar and cinnamon. you grab a wet wipe from the princess backpack she insisted you wore, wiping the sugary mess from her smooth cheeks. her cheeks reddened and she giggled shyly.

“thanks, y/n. i couldn’t have asked for a better friend than you.” you forced a smile, your heart breaking a bit at the word ‘friend’. you shook off the pain before throwing a finger heart her way. you closed the backpack, standing up and brushing your shorts off. you offered heejin a hand, seeing as though she was done devouring the treat that costed you one of your snack credits.

“come on baby bun. we gotta ride splash mountain now, if we want to be dry in time for the fireworks later.” you linked your arm with hers, making your way to frontier land.

as you were about to board the log, heejin turns to you, gripping your arm.

“y/n, i’m like- really fucking scared. what if i die or something? what if they send two logs down the drop at once by accident? can you get sea sick if you’re not in the sea?”

“jeon heejin! shut up and breathe. nothing is gonna happen. you wanna know what i like to do on rides with a scary drop?” she slowly nods before looking down at her white converse, “when we start going down the drop, i yell out something that frustrates me. it most likely won’t be heard by anyone else, but it still takes your mind off of the drop and also lets off some steam in the process.”

heejin lets out a deep breath she had been holding in, before linking her pinky with yours. it was time to board the logs. she pulls the hood of her ducky covered poncho over her hair and climbs into the log. you slide in next to her, pulling the safety bar over the two of you. heejin pulls your arm around her small frame, resting her head on your shoulder, as the ride starts moving forward.

“oh my god, oh my god. this is not okay. i’m gonna die. i’ll never get to eat another churro or spicy rice cake again,” she cries out as you go up the first ramp.

“you’ll be okay, heej. look at the talking animals. remember what i told you, okay?” with that, heejin is back to normal again. she laughs and sways with the singing creatures, and cracks up at your cheesy southern accent. after her fit of laughter, you watch as a look of horror spreads across her face.

“what is it, heej? we aren’t even at the drop yet?” she frowns as she points to the character next to the log.

“is that fox trying to kidnap the bunny?” she gasps, “IS HE GONNA EAT HIM?” you look over to the scene to the side of you and sure enough, briar rabbit is getting captured by briar fox. that means the drop is near. heejin grips your arm as you approach a huge ramp, the evil condors taunting you from above.

“y/n! we’re gonna die! it’s over for us,” heejin shrieks, digging her fingers into your shoulder.

“we aren’t going to die, heejin. just remember what i flipping told you,” you trailed off as you reached the top of the hill, staring at the drop from above. heejin quickly turns to you, grabbing your hand.

“y/n, i’ve been really frustrated these days because- BECAUSE I THINK I LOVE YOU- AHHHHHH,” heejin screams as you plummet down about 50ft.

after the drop, you go through the rest of the ride in silence, before getting off when it’s over. the tension was high, the whole way to the front of cinderella’s castle. the sky was dark, and people were getting their glow sticks and such for the fireworks. you quickly bought a pink glow stick for heejin, and and a blue one for yourself.

as you slid the glow stick around her wrist, you finally decided to speak up.

“i heard what you said, heej- about what frustrates you, i mean.” heejin blushes and looks down at her bracelet. you gently grab her chin, tilting her head up to look at you. “i’m not trying to embarrass you or anything. the truth is... i actually think i love you too. no, i’m sure i love you. i love you more and more everyday. i know how scary this is for you because it is for me too. we’ve been friends since like forever, and it’s not exactly the easiest thing to admit that you love your best friend. you’re really brave heejin. you may be afraid of things like scary drops and mice but you were really brave about your feelings. that’s one of the things i love about you.” she smiles as you continue to ramble on and on.

“ya know y/n? i think you can be pretty brave too.” she grins mischievously and you visibly shudder.

“really? how so?” you almost breathe out, extremely flustered at her flirty tone of voice and close proximity. she leans even closer to your face, her finger tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“i think you’re brave enough to kiss me right now,” with that you couldn’t take it anymore. you gripped the sides of her face and pulled her into a kiss. the kiss was almost dizzying. the taste of the watermelon lip balm you bought her for christmas sending you into a haze. the scent of the sweet perfume she’d been saving for this trip was the only thing you could smell. her soft lips moved against yours, finding a rhythm that was quickly cut short. you jumped away from each other as the fireworks boomed over you, everyone shouting with glee. you looked over at the girl that you knew you loved, her eyes shimmering with visible joy. her shoulders rising and falling, rapidly due to her shortness of breath.

you reached over, gently lacing her fingers with yours, before looking up at the sky.

“i love you, y/n” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear.

“and i love you, jeon heejin,” you answered back. perhaps this truly was the happiest place on earth.

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Ghost Roommate Chapter 2

It hadn’t even been a day before Router was bothered by Meera once again. He cracked open an eye to see her looking up at him with a sort of miffed pout. “What? What could you possibly want?!”

Since their last conversation, Meera had changed into more comfortable, casual clothing, sweatpants and a loose pajama shirt. “Router, you threw the toaster at Lucian when he tried to enter the kitchen.”

“And? That motherfucker deserved it. In fact, he deserves a lot more than-” Meera slapped Router, who yelped and held his cheek, glaring down at her furiously. “Hey! I wasn’t fucking finished, you psychotic bitch!”

With hands on hips, Meera glared at the ghost. “Lucian and the original are two very different people. Digital Lucian was created-”

“As an AI for a girly animatronic named Circus Baby. Blah blah, all that shit. Yeah, I don’t fucking care. Lucian is Lucian, and Lucian must die.” The hacker ghost rose up and leapt to the floor beside Meera. “You don’t know what he made me suffer through.”

“Well why don’t you tell me?” There was no more anger in Meera’s voice. “If you’ve suffered so much, tell me what you’re so upset about!”

Sparks flew from Router’s arm as he hissed, breathing deeply to calm himself. “I’d rather die in that damn springlock suit again.” Once again, he backed out of the situation through an outlet.

Now alone in her kitchen, Meera put her head in her hands. I’m trying to help you, Router. Why can’t you see that?

“Is Router bothering you again?” Digi asked from the door, stepping in with his hands clasped together wearily. His eyes darted around, as if trying to locate his son. “He’s a nightmare, I swear he is. Do we have to keep him?”

Exasperatedly, she sighed in response and shrugged. “Family’s family. I don’t like how disrespectful he is either, but it’s my duty to hold us together. It’s what Isabella would have wanted. Enfuegos must stick together.”

“He’s not an Enfuego. He doesn’t want to think he is, and neither do I. I don’t like him being near you. He’s too dangerous.”

Meera shook her head and folded her arms. “Whether either of you think he is or not, he’s not going anywhere. He deserves our help.”

“He doesn’t want our help, though. Meera, I don’t think you get it. He doesn’t even want us to help him, he insults you when you try to help him, he should go. He wants to go.”

Meera burst out, “But he doesn’t want to die! He’s told me himself, he wants to get to know your side of the family better! He’s taking steps, little ones, just like you.”

“He -” Digi exhaled in frustration. “But he hates me.”

Router popped his head through the wall, snarling. “Who doesn’t, dipshit?” he hissed, “I seriously hope you die in a fire in the near future.”

“I don’t hate him!” Meera exclaimed furiously. “Shut the fuck up, will you?! You’re giving me a fucking headache!”

Router shoved the rest of the way through the wall, arms folded and an unhappy scowl on his face. “What? I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking. The ‘guards’ hate him, I hate him, Vincent hates him… what use even is he? Just fuckin’ open up console commands and delete his System 32 and be done with it, then I can finally die in peace!”

Now at the end of his tether, Digi yelled out. “Well, you’re not the only one with problems, y’know! I was trapped in Circus Baby for years, way longer than you’ve been dead, afraid that I’d come back to a world where nobody remembered me, where everyone had moved on without me. I had no idea what was going on in a body that wasn’t mine, with a voice that wasn’t mine, surrounded by people I didn’t know calling me a name that wasn’t mine. Performing as her was the worst experience of my life!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you pussy. It couldn’t be that bad if you’re still doing it now. Let’s not forget that you got me killed.”

“That wasn’t me! None of that was me! That was an entirely separate version of Lucian, one that I have no control over. And if he made your life a living hell, then I’m sorry, but it’s making it difficult to make it up to you when you’re shoving us away!”

“I don’t want you to make it up to me! I want you to die, you dumb asshole! This world has had enough of you at one, never mind two. I’m doing the world a favor by killing you.”

Meera grabbed both of them by the hair and knocked their heads together. “Will both of you just back the fuck off each other?! If I see one more case of testosterone poisoning, I will personally hit both of you with each and every one of my bats, one at a time!”

Sparks flew wildly as Router reared up, now towering over both of them, sharpened teeth bared and hands now deformed into long, animalistic claws. “It’s not my fault that I never asked to be fucking BORN!” As soon as the words left his mouth, the hacker slapped his hands over it, backing away with red eyes wide, looking between the two.

Meera inhaled, reaching out. “Router—”

Like lightning, Router was gone, the lights flickering as his body, now pure energy, zipped around rapidly and sporadically, trying to put as much distance between them as physically possible.

Digi looked mortified, staring with unfocused eyes at where Router was only moments ago. What happened to him? he thought, What kind of torture did he endure? He snapped back to reality, looked over to Meera with a frown, and set off to find his son.

Meera’s apartment wasn’t very big, but Router always found countless nooks and crannies to hide in, whether it be to get away from the noise and buzz of others, to cry, or to leap out and ambush those he despised. Digi could easily count out a few places. He knew Router would never go near Meera’s pet mice, but he liked the comfort of his makeshift bed in her room, where he could curl up and nap. He wouldn’t pick there this time, though. It was too open, too easy to see him at his weakest. Router hated people seeing him cry. Digi didn’t blame him for that, he knew Router valued his image as a cold, calculated overlord of control.

Deep down, he didn’t want to go find him, not because he didn’t care — Digi was determined to right everything he had done to his supposed ‘son’ — but because he wanted his son to feel secure with how he was presented to others.

Digi kept silent as he searched for his son, not wanting him to run away anymore. The scenario ran in his head; he was going to find him, talk to him, and try to see if he would let him help fix their relationship. Hopefully he’d be willing to at least come to a compromise.

Entering the bedroom, his eye caught the sight of Router’s makeshift bed. It’s blanket was missing. He looked over to the closet on his right, and noticed the door was closed. Hesitantly, he approached it and opened the door. In an instant, loud, feral snarling erupted from a small bundle in the corner, a pair of blood red eyes glaring at him from the darkness. “Get the fuck away from me.”

“Are you… are you okay?”

“Fuck off.” Router’s voice wavered, the blanket slightly jumping. He was crying. “You’ve fucking done enough as it fucking is.” The fabric shifted, and Router curled up further, hiding his face, shielding him from his father.

“I just want to talk.” Digi knelt down, his faint blue glow illuminating the room slightly. He reached out to the bundle and placed his hand on it. “Come on, talk to me.”

Router struck out, slashing his father across the face with his now sharpened claws. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

Digi flinched, the claws barely missing him, and shuffled back. “Router! Can you calm down? I’m trying to be patient with you!” He tried to reach out again, more hesitantly this time. Router shrank back, curling up on the floor.

“I don’t care. I don’t want your fucking patience. Just leave me alone.” Digi couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He sounded so hopeless and alone, not too far from himself.

“I’m sorry. I want to make you feel better, I get that I was an awful person, and a… father… but… you can at least try to give me something to work with. Please?”

Router looked up at his father, tears in his eyes and running down his face. “I still don’t see why you fucking care. You never have. You’ve never cared about anyone except you.”

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to get better, I’m going to support you. If you want to die because of me, then… I want to fix you. I want to fix our relationship.”

A snort escaped the other ghost as he burst into laughter, still crying. “What relationship? All you ever did was lead me to my own death. You… you’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever known in my life, and I’ve met Fitzgerald, so-”

“I know. I know! I’m awful, I deserve to die, and I wholeheartedly agree. I should just go, but I’m not going to, because of Isabella.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“My sister. The only person I ever cared about before becoming digitized. After Meera rescued me from Afton, I wanted to see her again. But… a lot of time had passed since I last saw her. She had died. When I saw her gravestone, I knew I wanted to atone. If I made my victims feel like that when I killed them, then I must have been a true monster. I swore to atone, make up for my crimes, and hopefully when I die, I go somewhere better. If you do as well, maybe you have a chance of seeing Panther when all is said and done?”

Router laughed again. “Oh, no, Panther would definitely be in Hell. He probably runs the place by now. Sitting on the throne of fire with a dumb pitchfork and shit.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. “Yeah, that’d definitely be him.”

Digi raised an eyebrow. “W-Well, uh… if you, y’know, want to die, and wish you were, um… never born… then, do you hate yourself?”

“Ah, no. I’m fucking great, I love me. I just hate what happened to me. I vaguely remember pink. A lot of pink. Like, unhealthy and gaudy amounts of pink. I also remember the smell of freshly-baked cookies and cakes. Not much else from my childhood, mostly little spots, like a tyre swing, and the smell of cigarettes, around this time was where I was at my happiest, I think… Panther is the strongest memory I have. I don’t even know his real name, but he was the closest thing to a true family I had. We kept things secret back then, so if one of us, well, died… then it wouldn’t hurt as much, but-” tears were welling up in his eyes again — “all it did was add regret to my grief and it was the worst pain I had ever experienced. Still, I wanted to inflict pain on others, make the world pay for it — make Mike and Jeremy pay for it, make anyone suffer other than me. I was pathetic, I was only a tool to those around me, I never truly had control. Not over myself, not over the Fazband, not over anyone.”

The blue ghost looked down, avoiding Router’s gaze. “I don’t remember much either, I mostly remember my time in Baby. I was forced to dance and perform and sing, and trust me, I do like to do that, but… not in a body that wasn’t mine. I clung to my name, ‘I am Lucian Enfuego, I am Lucian Enfuego, I am not Circus Baby’. When things were really bad, I found myself mixing them up, ‘I was Circus Baby, I am not Lucian Enfuego’. I don’t feel connected to the name Lucian anymore. The connotations it holds are… tarnished. Even the bloodline Enfuego holds some kind of dark and evil energy about it. It seems that almost everyone with my blood in their veins has the same kind of determination and persistence. It also seems like they don’t give a fuck about anything. Don’t get me wrong, Meera is a great person and I’m in her debt forever for freeing me, but she’s… well… she can be a bit hasty with this pizzeria job.” He looked around, making sure she wasn’t around to hear him. “She has no clue how to run a business, much less one revolved around food and customers!”

Router blinked, his eyes suddenly widened. “I know how to do that… why do I know how to do that?”

“Well, maybe you should join us, then? We could always use some extra hands around the place!”

The other ghost scoffed. “Get fucked. I’m not going to be a part of the same company that got me killed!”

“It was worth a shot,” said Digi with a half-smile. “You feeling better now? Do you want me to go now?”

His son paused for a moment, looking up at his father, before hesitantly responding. “…No. I mean, yes, I’m feeling better, but… don’t leave yet. There are still a few things I want to know. Did you even know I existed?”

He shook his head. “No. Your mother must have hidden the pregnancy from me. What was her name? I’m sorry, the shocks took a lot out of my head.”

Router cringed. “I… don’t remember either,” he let out an awkward laugh. “Again, Lucian dicked around with my head a bit.”

“So that’s something we have in common, then…” Digi smiled. “I’ll leave you for a bit, then.”

Router curled back up in the blanket. “If Meera asks, I wasn’t crying.” He closed his eyes. “Just because we had this conversation doesn’t mean I like you. You’re still an asshole.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he replied bitterly, getting up and heading to the door. Just before he left, he glanced back over his shoulder to Router. His glowing, red eyes locked on him with an unreadable expression. On any other day, he would shiver at the sight. Not today.

Even though he still shielded his emotions, he had opened up to him somewhat. Digi considered that progress, and he gratefully accepted it with open arms.

[theoddcatlady]

Old Erwin

I spoke to Erwin twice in my entire life, but I saw him almost every day while going to school. I’d pass on the other side of the street and naturally turn my head to the right to see him. An old man with patchy graying hair under a worn brown hat and squinty eyes.

That was Old Erwin.

He’d always been around as far as I knew. As a little kid he frightened me, I’d cling to my mom and ask her to hurry up. I didn’t want to be near the ‘creepy hobo’. Over time, I got used to his presence on the street corner. He was like a statue, a part of the structure.

Erwin never caused any trouble. He was quiet and although he usually had this empty rusty can next to where he tended to sit, he never asked passerbys for cash. And whatever money he did have went to taking care of the friends he had. The furry or feathery ones.

One thing that always cycled about his little home on the street was the companion he had next to him. Sometimes it was a dog with raggy ears, or three cats with feral eyes and twitching tails. Even pigeons would land next to his feet and let Erwin stroke their wings.

My dad liked Erwin. He’s the local vet, and would come home talking about Erwin bringing in a pregnant cat and spreading an assortment of quarters and pennies for her care, and of course for her to be fixed after she gave birth. Dad had a soft spot for the old man, and would rarely take cash.

“I’ll take the man who has no money but all the love for animals over the bitch who tries to pay me to put down a perfectly good dog because it barks too much.”

My dad got into this job because he loved animals and very quickly realized he hated humans. I think that’s why he cared about Erwin. I think he offered Erwin our guest room a few times, but Erwin always politely declined. Didn’t want to be a burden.

The first time I spoke to Erwin was before my very first date. It was with a boy in his sophomore year, and I was checking my hair out in a store window. My heart was pounding, hands all sweaty. I wanted to just run back home and hide, but Cory was so cute. And super nice. And I liked his dog. Which is absolutely not a shallow reason to go on a date with someone.

I barely noticed Erwin shuffling up behind me until I saw his silhouette in the reflection. I spun around in shock.

Erwin grinned, smile with a few holes. “You going out with someone, missie?” He whistled his s’s and his breath had a faint scent of cheap toothpaste.

I swallowed and remembered to be polite. “Yeah. A boy.”

“A boy?” Erwin repeated. I nodded.

Erwin smiled pleasantly. “Check how he treats the waitress, missie. Shows a lot how a person is, if you can see how they treat the staff,” He advised before he shuffled back to his spot on the sidewalk. He sat down and started petting this raggedy gray cat, who purred like a motor truck and leaned against Erwin.

His advice echoed in my ears when Cory complained that the waitress was being a lazy slut who kept flirting with him and then didn’t leave a tip. There was absolutely not a second date.

Good advice from an old man.

The second and last time I talked to Erwin was when he died.

I’d made cookies last night and at the last minute I put some in a Tupperware and tucked them in my bag for Erwin.

It was still dark, the frosty grass crunching under my feet as I hurried across my yard. My breath came out as cold puffs, and I made my way to the corner where I’d always find Old Erwin.

I knew something was very wrong when I turned onto his street. Erwin wasn’t sitting up, propped against the bricks with that whistle-y snore of his. Instead he was crumpled into a little ball, quietly groaning as the dog next to him whined and nudged at his face. My bag dropped to the ground as I ran to Erwin’s side, turning him to his back.

His face was swollen and purple and blood was speckled across his lips. His glazed over eyes blinked a few times before he slowly smiled.

“M… Missie, whatchu doin here?” He asked.

I couldn’t breathe. I could barely think. I saw his chest staggering, the blood pooling and sticky on his shirt and jacket. All I could blurt out was, “I brought you cookies! Do you like chocolate chip?”

Erwin chuckled.

“I love em, missie. I love chocolate chip cookies. Thank you so much.”

He passed away before he made it to the hospital. He never got to try the cookies.

During the night while he slept, he’d been attacked. The assailants were unknown, the nearest security camera had been broken for years. No one bothered to repair it. Nothing like this happened here in such a small town. And no one really had it out for Erwin, some people complained about the bum that always took up a part of the sidewalk but no one bothered to do anything about it.

I was one of three people at his funeral. One of them was my dad. The other was Erwin’s wife.

I had no idea Erwin was married. But she came to the burial site and told us that’s who she was. Her name was Perla. Perla had synthetic pink pearl earrings, smelled like incense, and wore lipstick too bright for her skin shade, but her eyes were red and it was clear she hadn’t slept in days.

The minister said a few words, and Perla rested a pink tulip on his coffin. She didn’t cry, although I swore I saw a tear take a course down her wrinkled cheek as Erwin was lowered into the ground.

She didn’t attempt to talk to me or my dad after the service was over. She walked away and stepped into a black car.

I got curious. I wanted to know who this ‘Perla’ was. So I did some digging.

Perla lived a few hours away and she was a psychic. She did readings over chatroom, so I decided to pay for about ten minutes. I wanted to talk to her… maybe to reach Erwin. So I could say a more proper goodbye.

The chat started off with this.

Perla: You’re the girl at the funeral? Very curious.

I hadn’t said anything about who I was. It sent chills down my spine.

You: Yes. It’s me.

Perla: Curious little girl. Very curious.

Perla: My husband wants you to know that everything will resolve itself. Justice will meet his murderers three.

My heart leaped into my throat.

You: Murderers? Can he tell me who they are? If I tell the police, maybe I can help!

Perla: Do not get involved. It will not be necessary. Erwin has many friends. So many. Hundreds. Thousands. And they will claim justice for him.

Perla: Our conversation is done. There is your questions answered. I’ll refund you for your remaining time.

And sure enough, she did. She didn’t have to, but she did. I was honestly a little confused. Thousands of friends? What the hell did that mean? Sure, no one flat out hated Erwin. But he wasn’t Mr. Popular. I bet most people didn’t even know his name. He was just the hobo who lived next to the pet store.

But the next morning another death caught the attention of the town.

This one wasn’t a murder, at least not technically. Most of the time murder has to be caused by humans. This one was… caused by cats.

No. No I’m not fucking with you. Seriously. The guy’s parents walked into his room and the room was full of cats eating their son. It was nasty. He was slumped back on his chair, his throat shredded, at least according to the rumors. Same rumors said the guy’s balls and eyes were also gone. Poor bastard. I think his name was Kevin. I really don’t know, we didn’t have any classes together.

Of course no one believed at first that cats would legitly murder someone, but autopsy report confirmed it. Cats killed Kevin.

People were still scratching their heads when the next death happened.

It was out of nowhere. Alvin, another kid from my school, was walking his dog when the dog suddenly turned on him. His dog, being a beagle, really didn’t cause much damage, just caused him to fall to the ground. But that was enough for the other dogs to rush in and finish the job.

My dad checked the dogs out afterwards. He told me these dogs showed absolutely no signs of aggression, no sign of suddenly turning on him- they were just normal dogs with pieces of human flesh between their teeth and blood coating their muzzles.

One death is suspicious. Two is headscratching.

Three is undeniable.

Cory was the final victim of the animals. But first he came to me for help.

I was chilling in my room, petting my cat Mittens when she suddenly wigged out. Hissing and spitting before darting for the window, claws out and yowling.

I thought Mittens had lost her goddamn mind when Cory popped up at my window.

“Abby! Lemme in! Pleasepleaseplease! They’re going to kill me!”

After throwing Mittens into the hall I opened up the window. “What the heck are you talking about?” I hissed, not sure if I was thankful or not that my dad wasn’t home.

“The animals! They’re going to kill me… for… for what I did to the old man on the street.”

I felt like I’d been hit in the chest. Cory looked desperate, afraid. No, he was just a little older than me, he couldn’t have… “What did you do to Erwin?” I asked.

Cory ran his hand through his hair. “… Just wanted to scare him a bit… Alvin started it, he was making his dad’s store look like trash, always parking his junk around there! We didn’t mean to, oh god, we didn’t mean to kill him, Abby…”

The words Erwin said to me flashed through my mind. About how a person treats the wait staff says what kind of person he was. And the last words he said to me as he laid on the street, choking on his own blood.

I felt my eyes well up with tears as the coldest rage built up in my chest.

“Erwin was kind to everyone and every creature he met. He has hundreds of friends because of that… I might even say he has thousands of them. And I’m one of those friends.”

I slammed the window down on Cory’s fingers. He squealed before he began to beg, plead for me to let him inside. I pulled down the blinds and let Mittens back in my room, who ran back to the window and jumped at it in a fury. I’ve never seen this cat move faster than a slow walk, wouldn’t even attack mice feeding from her food bowl.  

I’m not sure what was out there that night, with such a deep growl and its pounce shaking the very foundation of the house.

I do know that Cory’s body was never found.

I went to Erwin’s grave two days later with more cookies. I sat there with him, his headstone plain but beautiful. I saw prints of a deer in the mud beside it, and a bird was making a nest next to it.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but I wasn’t alone for long.

“… Chocolate chip?”

Perla sat beside me, still wearing that garish lipstick but her lips turned into a smile now.

“That was always Erwin’s favorite, you know.”

I held one out. “Is it your favorite too?” I asked.

Perla softly chuckled and took it. “… As a matter of fact, it is.”

[saeneras]

Persephone (Yakov Chernenkov x MC)

Game: Be My Princess

Warning: Slight mention of a sex scene along with some dark perspectives on that topic.

Summary: The first wife was murdered,                                                                              The second wife committed suicide.                                                                   What will be the fate of the King’s third bride?

Comments: Old idea I had in my head for like 5 years now. I mixed Yakov’s paid route, GREE route and Zain’s party route for this so some characters you may not recognise. George is from Zain’s route and Princess Natasha is Yakov’s older sister in GREE..

Once upon a time…..

In a land far far up North, wrapped lovingly in blankets of snow and ice were three countries. Sanctis, Sybil and Versuks. For years, the pastel petals in these country’s fields bowed their heads, covered in red. Men kissed their wives and children goodbye, only to never return again, their bodies reduced to nothing but fertiliser for the grass. Children waited for their fathers to return not knowing, they would sit and wait for the rest of their lives.

In these countries lived two princesses. Blue eyed, flaxen blonde snow maiden of the Chernenkov family of Sybil, Princess Natasha. Never be fooled by her gentle eyes and neat appearance fool you, behind them lay a fierceness for her country. Her sharp words and debates in parliament made her male colleagues who dared oppose her shake. Her cream two piece and carefully styled hair commanded authority. She may not have had the power of the Sybilian King or her younger brother but she her intelligence and head strong approach would make one think she did.

The dark eyes of the Versuks princess told another story. Ingrained in their culture, that the woman was a step below the man. Her dainty feet would never step through the threshold of their parliament. Her father and his generals were the ones who ran this country. It was no secret that the higher up in Versuks hated the Sybilians.

It is said that when good people are reborn, they were sent to live their lives in Sybil and Sanctis but the bad ones, the evil ones, the sinners, they were made to pay by being reborn into this hell known as Versuks. Sybilians and the Versukian people never liked each other.  If one wore the colours of Sybil or their royal family you’d be glared at, mothers would turn off any song or TV show that was of Sybilian origin. God forbid you marry a Sybilian man or woman, daughters and sons were disowned and their children scorned. It wasn’t against the rules more like a silently enforced law.

General George and the rest of his men, entrusted by the princess’ father didn’t hide that they were on the side of the rebels and aided the slaughter of many innocent people of Sanctis and Sybil. Versuks was always on the lowest, the poorest, the dangerous land. When you thread on something weak over and over and over, one day it will fight back and the military of Versuks wanted that to be known while the poor little princesses hid in their cages of white and gold oblivious to the outside world.

Until the alliance…

Princess Natasha secured the country of Sanctis, by going the easy and old fashioned way. Marriage. The princess married a Sancti politician while the news gushed over her modest jewel neckline and the status of her accomplished husband. 

The Versuks princess rolled her eyes at the news, of course she’d secure the smaller country, Natasha very well knew that she could never secure the Versukians by marriage. There was nothing she could do, First it began as whispers, maids forced to bring food to the cellars, spiteful laughs and comments about him being locked away, rumours that the Sybilians had spies in the castle. Poor little princess if only didn”t see the bones poking through his skin, behind bars, lying in the dark, dirty floor, playing with the mice like a mad man. “Siiiigggggn the alliance. Get my seal and crest” he slurred. “George will kill us all.” “Father we can’t give into the Sybilians!” “We’re better off in that young casanova’s hands than George’s my girl.”

 How was a girl who grew up in a bubble supposed to do something so big? There was one way.

The princess lay there on Egyptian cotton sheets, pale hands cupping her naked rear and squeezing her breasts. Closing her eyes, she tried to still her racing heart. She agreed to be here, spread across George’s bed, she wanted his hands up and down to her nude body.  Her father, her country, her people depended on the outcome of their unbridled tryst. The innocence she was about to lose meant nothing to her, it was all part of the job. Hearing his clothes drop to the floor, the bed dipped as the man with a snake like smirk hovered over her as she gave herself up to him.

While the General slept, she snooped about the room, finding the key and crest tucked away in the bookshelf. Quickly, she passed the items onto a servant who freed her father. By the time the General woke up, Versuks was secured.

Both Princess Natasha and Princess _____ used their power as women to secure their countries fate. Natasha by marriage and _____ by sex but the Sybilian Princess for years would always be seen as the “clean” one who “worked hard” and “paved the way.” Not the girl from Versuks.

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“No.” she muttered ripping the plunging neckline off of her body. “I don’t want that dress!” Disgusting, no matter the hot showers and rubbing at her skin, she still felt as if maggots and flies were crawling up her flesh, wriggling and blossoming into flies, laying more eggs and birthing more larvae on her.

“Do you want to go to the ball looking like a grandmother?” her maid teased.

“I don’t want to go out there looking like a slut!” she shot back “You know what they say about me!”

The Whore of Versuks. General George’s supporters wasted no time painting her as a tempting seductress. The right wing media against the alliance vilified her, calling for her to be stripped of her to be stripped of her “HRH Princess________” title. People she never met came out to the news hating on her, people she knew said she slept her way through her father’s army.

“Let’s ignore that my time with George was my first.” she snorted before sighing.

If it wasn’t sexual, Traitor was hurled her way. “If she sold out our own general what will the bitch do next?” one old woman screamed at her TV once. Some other outlets painted her as a hero, who did what she could to free her father and her country. Her father came out in her defense but it didn’t stop the heavy backlash.  The two most important things that came out of the situation. Her father and her country.

“Dad and my country. Dad and my country” she breathed as she continued to choose her dresses for the Alliance Ball, ignoring the invisible worms.

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“Are you sure that you are ready to marry again?” a half teasing, half concerned tone in Sergei’s voice was about to give him a headache. The orchestra’s melodies filled the ballroom. His childhood friend, was always the mother hen of the pair, while he appreciated the fact that someone still cared for him, the King Vladimir was mildly irritated now.

  “It’s almost two years since my last marriage ended. My kingdom has no heir.” His sapphire blue eyes, scanning the throes of women in the ballroom below, like a wolf; he was searching for his next meal. A woman, he could lay with and produce heirs, who would keep back in the shadows as the Queen of this cold country. Touted as a celebration of the treaty, it doubled as a hunting ground to find the next wife for the King.

 “You don’t want a woman you love?”

 The young King once believed in love. Betrothed to two beautiful wives. One he loved too late, the other he had been head over heels in love with but because of him, their lives ended earlier than it should have.

 “When I love them, they leave. “ he thought sadly.

“My duty as the King comes first.” he said.

 “My my, you’ve grown up.” Sergei laughed, internally he didn’t know if it was a good thing or bad. He missed the days when his friend acted like a ten year old despite not being that age for many years. Being the King of a new country, the duties, the wars, the enemies and two tragic marriages forced him to grow up.

 But the King did not hear him as his eyes darkened, finding himself  the perfect prey. Sergei’s green eyes followed his friend’s to below.

 “Her?”

 “Yes” The blonde admired the young woman’s brown hair brushing against her bare, creamy skin.

 The King’s right hand man smirked and brushed his black hair carelessly. “Poor little beauty.  When she discovers that this powerful, forceful and ruthless beast is up here planning to devour her.“  

“ Do those qualities make unworthy of my kingdom? “

“ I’m not saying that just they do scare people away.”

If the smile just left those seemingly soft pink lips he would  despise himself immensely but he found himself pushing those thoughts away. No, his kingdom was first. He had to have her no matter the cost.

“ But you are a passionate person hidden among there sir….she might enjoy that . Wait I recognize her! That’s the harlot of Versuks”

“The what….” 

“She is the infamous seductress who double crossed General George into signing over that country. Afterwards, his followers and their media demonized her.I’m surprised she can show her face here.”

Yakov muttered closing his eyes. That would mean trouble. Of the three unified countries Versuks had been the most hostile worse, but did it matter now that he was lusting after one of their maidens? Especially one who helped him achieve what he wanted? 

Yakov loved the two women buried beneath weeping angels out in the garden. King Vladimir however wanted nothing more than to  press her against himself  , to kiss her and worship her skin , he wanted to feel her hands tugging at his blonde hair.

“ You’re gonna have a tough time there.”

 “ Versuks is under my command now whether they like it or not. They know what I am capable of. I am a King, anything I want, I get. And I want that woman as my Queen.”

[ihatebluesodamnmuch]

Ask me things

1. What’s your middle name? Sara

2. What are you listening to right now? IDGAF - Dua Lipa

3. What was the last thing you ate? Roast

4. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Jess

5. Do you drink? Yes 100%

6. Do you smoke? Socially

7. What is the first thing you noticed in someone? Usually eyes

8. What is your hair colour? Blonde

9. What is your eye colour? Grey/ Green/ Blue

10. Do you wear contacts/glasses? Nope

11. Dogs or cats? Dogs

12. What’s your favorite animal? Giraffe

13. What’s your favorite television show? Gossip Girl

14. What’s your favorite movie? Devil wears prada

15. What’s your favorite band/singer? Taylor Swift

16. How old are you? Eighteen

17. Do you have a crush on anyone? Not a ‘crush’ 

18. What’s your sexual orientation? Gay

19. What’s your favorite colour? Pink

20. What was your most embarrassing moment? Oh my god, erm coming on during sex with my gf was a highly embarrassing moment ahaha

21. Do you ever wish you were someone else? Sometimes

22. What were you like when you were a kid? Well behaved I guess?

23. What would your dream house be like? Probably a city townhouse with a really clean, modern interior design

24. What last made you laugh? Erm when I was on the bus with Tulah and she was being a bitch

25. What is your favorite word? Meticulous or nonchalant

26. What is your least favorite word? Fancy or pants

27. What turns you on? Hickeys, dominance

28. What turns you off? People that are rude to waiters

29. What is your star sign? Sagittarius 

30. What are your favorite books? Fault in Our Stars, Milk and Honey, Of Mice and Men

31. Do you have any siblings? Technically six sisters and a brother, but I only really see four sisters and my brother

32. Do you like to dance? I can't dance to save my life but I love it

33. What is your definition of cheating? Being disloyal??? Getting off with someone else or sex etc? 

34. Have you ever cheated on someone? Never

35. Do you regret anything? Only regret is having regrets

36. Do you have any phobias? I hate sand so much

37. Ever broken any bones? Nope

38. Ever come close to death? Erm I technically died when in my mums stomach so they had a caesarean and helped my heart start to beat again apparently  

39. What is your religion, if any? Atheist

40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? I used to have a councillor

41. Are looks important in a relationship? To an extent like so I am attracted to the person?

42. Are you more like your mom or your dad? Possibly my mum

43. What is your favorite season? Winter

44. Do you have any tattoos? No

45. Do you have any piercings? Four ear piercings

46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? Technically five

47. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? I adore Alex Vause

48. Who is your celebrity crush? Oh god I have too many, laura prepon, lily aldridge, karlie kloss, taylor swift, cara delevingne

49. Are you a virgin? I’ve never had sex with a guy cause I'm gay so it depends on how people define it

50. Do you get jealous easily? Not usually, it depends on the situation entirely

51. What is your favorite type of food? I love carbs and meat oopsy

52. Do you ever want to get married? I would love to

53. Who was your first kiss with? Ell

54. Have you ever been cheated on? Yeahh if you count getting off with someone/ sexting someone

55. What is your idea of the perfect date? Depends on my mood? I love adventures and going to new places and surprises, but then I also love movie days

56. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? I’d say extrovert

57. Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets? Yes I think so

58. What talent do you wish you’d been born with? I wish I could sing

59. What is your saddest memory? The most prominent ones are probably when I was in my depressive stage, or when close relatives passed away

60. Do you believe in love at first sight? No

61. Do you believe in soul mates? Yes

62. Have you ever dyed your hair? I’ve highlighted it

63. Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? Yeah

64. Would you go against your moral code for money? No

65. What are three things most people don’t know about you? i overthink most situations; my self harming etc past, I'm actually quite sensitive despite trying to appear not like this

66. Who are you jealous of? No one, I have no reason to be jealous 

67. Do you sleep with a stuffed toy? YES, I have my dipsy and dory

68. How long was your longest relationship? 3 years

69. Is the glass half empty or half full? half full

70. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? Dominance

71. Who is your most loyal friend? Ohhhh, I’d probably say Holly, Kerry or Tulah but idk

72. Are you in a relationship? Yes

73. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? Probably her eyes, although she has such a buff figure and she gets really excited over little things

74. Are you a bad person? I like to think I’m not

75. Are you a lover or a fighter? I don't get what this means

76. What did you do on your last birthday? Clubbing (got kicked out at 11pm cause I died)

77. What is your favorite quote and why? I have tonnes of quotes, it depends completely. I love ‘she believed she could, so she did’ 

78. If your best friend died, what would you do? I would be absolutely devastated, I don't want to think about it

79. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? I think everything happens for a reason, so I probably wouldn't change anything

80. If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? Spend it with friends, family, my gf and probably get rlly drunk and do as much as I could

81. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? I dreamt the other day that my eyelashes fell out and I was devastated

82. Are you happier single or in a relationship? Relationship

83. Who were you in a past life? Haven't a clue what this means

84. What is your happiest childhood memory? I don't remember much, I guess I used to love going horse riding and brownies

85. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? Yeah

86. Have you ever had an imaginary friend? No

87. If you were the president, what would you do? END THE PATRIARCHY

88. What is your ideal career? Law, preferably a barrister I think

89. What is your political affiliation? Lib dem or labour I think

90. Are you conservative or liberal? Liberal

91. Is the male or female body closest to perfection? Who bloody knows

92. Do you like kissing in public? Erm I’m not really bothered either way really

93. If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change? Discrimination!!! Ignorant people do my head in

94. Where would you like to live? A city. I’ve always said America like New York or stay in London

95. Where would you go on your dream vacation? America... Disneyland in Florida, road trip, sightseeing, and New York so I can stalk Taylor Swift, see the Gossip Girl sets and go shopping

96. Describe yourself in one word. Bubbly

97. Describe yourself in one sentence. I’d probably say I am hardworking, aspirational and energetic as fuck when I want to be.

[fictionalrat]

let it happen | chapter 4

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9:40 A.M.

Lance saves the document, closes it, stares at his laptop desktop image until his eyes start to sting, groans in frustration, and slams his laptop shut. Puts it aside. He crosses his arms like a petulant child, he chews on his bottom lip, his eyes roam around his room.

He watches as the wind plays lazily with his curtains, making their shadows dance, swaying back and forth.

Something moves in his peripheral vision. He rolls his head to the side, fingers hovering over the keypad. The sight that meets him makes him pause, his fingers freeze, Keith looks so peaceful, he looks almost… ethereal. It’s kind of disturbing, yet mesmerizing at the same time.

Keith’s pale face glows a tender hue under the morning light, the sun tinges his chapped lips a deep pink, the scar under his left eye looks almost translucent.

Keith’s so… unfairly beautiful.

He catches himself tracing down the slopes of Keith’s face, the lines of his jaw, the curve of his upper lip with his eyes like a piece of chalk on canvas. He’s never seen something quite this stunning before in his life (granted, he’s only 22, but that’s beside the point), if only he knew how to draw like Keith does.

Lance can’t take this, his heart’s too weak.

He wants to bury his face in Keith’s ruffled hair, wants to breathe him in, wants to have him in his arms, wants to touch, but he seems so out of reach like this. Lance curls his fingers into fists, aching to touch. He restrains himself from charting pale, fading freckles down with his fingertips.

It… it’s very distracting, is what it is.

Keith scrunches up his nose, grumbles and throws an arm over his eyes. Lance’s breath catches in his throat.

Lance… Lance is fucked, he knows he’s fucked, he already knew that then (when Keith suggested this… arrangement), he knows that now, he’s known that for some time now, but it never fails to catch him by surprise. This… feeling never fails to overwhelm him. He fucking hates this… whatever this is, he has no fucking word for this… feeling. It claws at his throat, it kicks him the gut, it scorches his heart, it clenches his heart in a death-grip, it steps on it, it rips his heart apart.

Lance covers his face in his hands and rubs, groaning in frustration. This is ridiculous. He forces himself to look away, and focuses on drilling a hole into the wall with the force of his glare instead, running his tongue over one of his canines.

Do not distract yourself with cheesy rom-com bullshit, bitch, he scolds himself, Write. Yes, writing is good. Stressful, but good. Go back to writing. Avoid contact. Don’t look. Avert your eyes. Work. You’ve got work to do, so do it.

After about five or so minutes of glaring despondently into fucking space and hating himself for being pathetic, he does. He’s always been good at taking all his frustrations on his writing.

He pulls his laptop into his lap, opens it, double taps, and the document appears on the screen. The cursor blinks curiously at him, he blinks back, and sighs. He starts scanning it for typos, and corrects them, all the while grumbling about how fucking stupid he is, and how fucking stupid all those mistakes were.

He adds some of the worst expletives in big, bold and italic capital letters next to shitty, weird ass sounding paragraphs that don’t ever seem to get any better, even after rewriting them seven thousand three hundred and eighty-four fucking times. Doesn’t matter how many times he tries, how many times he bangs his fists on the keyboard, how hard he hits the keys, the words don’t ever seem to come out quite right.

Rinse, lather, repeat.

“¡BESA MI CULO, PUTO!” He snaps at one particularly dumb typo, and deletes its whole sentence out of spite.

Keith stirs, and groans next to him, turning his body towards Lance. Lance tenses, holding his breath and sitting very still until he’s super sure, 100% Keith won’t wake up. Keith sighs obliviously in his sleep, and turns on his stomach. Lance lets out a relieved breath, closing his eyes.

He snaps them open and shakes his head in frustration, “No seas tonto, Lance.”

He hits ctrl-z and skips the paragraph entirely, jumping to two paragraphs bellow, he reads it and gasps, “¿Qué carajo? Who wrote this? A fiveslgfjdjdfds.” A hand lands on the side of his face with a smack, smooching his cheek. Lance screams, - of course he does, how could he not. - and almost falls off the bed.

“SHUT YOUR ROTTEN MOUTH, I’M TRYING TO SLEEP,” Keith growls at him, voice raspy, and low, and terrifying. Even muffled by the pillow and drowsy, his voice doesn’t lose its aggressive edge. What the fuck.

Lance, after recovering his soul, turns his head so he can stare at Keith with raised brows, and huffs, “Hella lot of words coming from a sleeping person, I’d say.”

Keith groans and lifts his face off the pillow, glaring at him through squinty eyes, “Shut that fucking trap, you moldy piece of bread, or get out.”

“This is my fucking room, Keith,” Lance sputters, snapping his laptop shut for added effect, “you get out.”

“I’M SLEEPING, PISS OFF,” Keith kicks at Lance’s leg with enough force to bruise.

“OW! CAREFUL WITH MY COMPUTER, YOU BRUTE!”

Keith grumbles, turning his back to Lance and covering his head with Lance’s comforter. He curls into a ball, shutting Lance out.

Lance relocates his grumpy ass to the couch after flipping an oblivious, snoring Keith off.

He loves the guy, but damn, can he be an asshole so-

…Wait, did he just-

Oh, hell no.

10:34 A.M.

stud muffin so………….. do i even wanna know? probably not, but you’re gonna tell me anyway pidge, cover ur eyes

pidgeotto shut up hunk im not 5 GIVE ME DA DEETS LANCE

space boi lance AWWW MAN MY DUDES MY BROS MY PALS MIS HERMANOS

pidgeotto oh boy here we go…….. im regretting this already

space boi lance SHUT IT BIRD TURD anyway where was i before i was so rudely interrupted??? ah yeah OH MY GOD MY DUDES hes a screamer KEITH KOGANE OUR KEITH IS A SCREAMER ITS LIKE AAAAAA GUYS boi so thicc too goddem cant wait to have him up my ass honest such a nice dick 11/10 reallygreat work of art grade a AND DAT ASS!!!!!!!! GUH SO FUCKING SMOOTH he looks really nice when hes sleeping too so soft i want to chomp on his cheeks ughhhhhh how can he be so perfect its so unfair im swooning i swear to GOD he looks hot even when hes kicking me out of my own room which UNFAIR

A facebook notification pops up at the top of his phone screen in the middle of his rant.

Hunk Garrett tagged you in a post, it says.

Lance arches an eyebrow, “Huh.”

He taps it open.

Hunk Garrett is listening to the less i know the better, by tame impala i’d like to dedicate this song to my good pal Lance Martínez you know /why/ Pidge Holt and 5 others 

Pidge Holt  HOOOOOO BOY THE BURN THATS Y UR MY MAIN HO HUNK I LOVE U

Matthew Holt lol babe look at The Shade Takashi 

Takashi Shirogane Ah yes, that is indeed The Shade Of It All *scratches chin* Lance Martínez shiro i love u but dude ure embarrassing get off the internet Matthew Holt dont trash talk the baby lance Matthew Holt he’s sensitive Matthew Holt (ure adorable babe) Takashi Shirogane I take offence to that Lance Takashi Shirogane No more dog memes for you Lance Martínez NOOOOOO DAD NOT THE DOGGO MEMES Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lance Martínez u guys are absolute TRASH

Lance Martínez the WORST I TELL U WORST

Lance Martínez I NEED NEW FRIENDS ASAP 

Pidge Holt awwwwwwww lance i love u too Pidge Holt u can tell me everything later i’ll allow it Pidge Holt bring food Pidge Holt and redbull Pidge Holt tons of redbull Lance Martínez ure… ugh Lance Martínez i hate u Lance Martínez u tiny bird turd Pidge Holt URE tiny Lance Martínez GASP U TAKE THAT BACK Pidge Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hunk Garrett ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Matthew Holt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Takashi Shirogane ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lance Martínez LULU NOT U TOO Allura Ourania ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

11:35 A.M.

He’s avoiding the huge ass, one-sided, and glittery elephant in the room, he’s avoiding the fuck out of it. He’ll avoid the fuck out of it until it goes away, until it disappears for good, until it goes to fucking hell, until it’s burning in the fifth circle of hell.

He has no time for this.

This project is worth 40% of his grade.

His prof’s a mad man, yeah, but that’s how it is. He won’t flunk this class just because he can’t control his feelings.

He can’t, won’t, jeopardize his project just because of fucking feelings.

¡No, de ninguna puta manera! 

He needs a shower. 

And a joint. 

And coffee. 

Tons of coffee. 

But a shower first, then facials, then weed, then coffee.

Tons of coffee. 

He’ll also down a shot of tequila, because he’s feeling adventurous. 

(Reckless, he means reckless.)

1:45 P.M.

Lance’s minding his own business, stirring his way into his fifth?? possibly, probably, he’s not sure, cup of coffee, and stuffing his face with ham and pineapple pizza rolls in the kitchen after smoking a whole joint by himself in the bathroom, when he hears it. It is terrifying. A dull thud reverberates through the apartment, echoed by it; the most earth-shattering, ear-splitting shriek he’s ever heard.

“LANCE!”

He freezes, his heart plummets.

His spoon drops and clatters on the floor.

“LANCE, YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD,” the deity roars.

Lance squeaks like a fucking mice, and squats, hiding behind the counter.

Run. Pack your things and go, get out of town. Flee to Europe, change your name-

He presses his overheated cheek to the counter and sighs, so good. He grins wide.

Keith’s feet smack on the floor as he stomps, over-aggressively, I dare add, out of Lance’s room, “What the fuck did you do to my ass, you rotten egg?” His voice is louder now, much louder. Lance jumps mid giggle-fit, which sets him off into another one.

“ME!” Lance peers over the countertop and raises his hand, waving sluggishly and cackling, bloodshot eyes wide. Well, as wide as they can go, which, honestly, isn’t much, considering, “I DID THE FUCK! I PUT MY DICK IN - HAH - YOUR ASS! YOU LET ME - HAHAH - IT WAS WILD!”

Keith takes a long look at him and, like a flip has switched, his scowl melts and he bursts out laughing, his nose crinkling up. It’s so fucking adorable, Lance’s heart hurts. It burns. It screams in pain. Lance laughs the pain away like the idiot he is, or maybe just because he’s high as fuck. One can never be too sure, ya feel.

“I know that, you fucking stoner, I mean THE BRUISES.” He points at his bare hips, trying to catch his breath.

Lance’s eyes travel south.

Helloooo there, legs.

Wait, he went too far.

Go back two frames.

There, hips.

Lance blinks, and tries to open his eyes further. He can’t.

He blinks again.

Oh.

Ho boy, he did a number on the guy alright.

Also, this part is super wild, bare with him, it looks weirdly… beautiful? It’s gorgeous, actually. It’s a masterpiece, Lance is an artist.

The red and purple splotches scattered across Keith’s skin are… kind of blurring together in one big ass bruise, that reminds him oddly of the Milky Way. Lance fights hard against the white urge to draw an alien-head above Keith’s hipbone. Keith probably wouldn’t mind it, though. The nerd. Lance chuckles.

Keith clears his throat.

Lance flicks his eyes up at Keith, blinks languidly at him several times. Keith’s waiting for something, isn’t he? What is it again? He rakes his brain for an answer. It beeps.

Ah, yeah.

An answer, right. He needs to answer Keith, duh.

Lance cackles at his stupidity.

“Oh, that.” Lance wipes his eyes on his sleeve in between chuckles as he finally answers, sniffing. He braces his arms on the counter and pushes himself up on his feet, winking, “I’m not sorry about that.” He lies his torso on the counter, smooching his cheek against the cool surface, and shoots Keith a lopsided smile.

Keith shakes his head, “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but you looooooove me,”  Lance sing-songs, finger gunning lazily with a grin.

Keith rolls his eyes fondly, and gets closer, dragging one of the stools from under the counter, and sitting down gingerly, wincing a little. His eyes flicker swiftly to something as he settles, before they land on Lance again. Keith frowns, “Should you be drinking coffee?”

Lance frowns back, puzzled, turning his head so he can look at his mug. “Shouldn’t I?” He wonders.

Keith leans over the counter, elbows propped up, and starts picking idly at one of the pizza rolls sitting pretty on the plate in front of him, “It doesn’t affect your high?”

Lance gasps. His pizza rolls. “No touching, you fugly mullet, it’s mineeeeee,” Lance whines, reaching forward and swatting Keith’s fugly hand away. He snatches the plate from Keith and brings it closer to himself, tucking it in between his arms, away from pizza roll-thieving mullets. Lance sticks out his tongue at him, before fitting two of the biggest rolls in his mouth. At the same time. For emphasis. His cheeks puff out.

Keith ducks his head to hide his grin. “You look like a chipmunk,” he comments nonchalantly, tapping his knuckles idly on the surface.

“Nhobowdshy ashkd yuh, Puhtrish,” Lance shoots back.

Keith rolls his eyes and flips him off with both hands, leaning back on his stool.

Lance flashes him the half-chewed food.

“Fuck, that’s gross.”

“Ah.” Lance struggles to swallow all of it dry, but manages, “I forgot to - clears throat - answer, coffee doesn’t affect my high much.” He shrugs, taking a bite off one of the rolls. Keith hums.

Lance swallows, “Pass me the straw, please. The long, bendy one.” He gestures a thumb back.

Keith slides from the stool in one smooth movement, makes his way around the counter and goes for the drawers. Lance hears as it slides open, “Which color?”

“Purple,” Lance answers over his shoulder.

He stretches his arm when Keith pulls the straw out and makes a grabby hand at him.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Keith holds the straw over his head.

“Gimme, or I’ll punch your di-I-i-aaAAAAAah,” he tries to steal the straw from Keith, but loses his footing and almost dives face-first into the cold, hard floor. “¡Coño!” He fumbles to keep upright, hooking a hand on the edge of the other side of the counter. Thank fuck for long fingers.

Lance manages to get his balance back by planting his feet firmly on the ground. Keith makes his way back to his stool, and once he’s settled, he hands Lance the straw already stretched. Keith’s lips quiver in a poorly concealed attempt not to laugh, eyes twinkling mirthfully.

Lance rolls his eyes as he throws the straw into his cup, propping himself on his elbow and resting his chin on his palm.

Keith makes gagging sounds, bangs falling on his eyes.

Lance ignores him in order to bring the straw to his lips with his free hand, and suck the coffee, swallowing in an obnoxiously loud gulp.  

Keith’s nose wrinkles in disgust. “You’re gross,” Keith comments, tucking his hair behind his ears.

“Thanks, I try,” Lance grins around his straw, then frowns at Keith’s bare chest. “Shouldn’t you put on some clothes, though?” Lance asks, eyes half-lidded, “It’s freezing, Keith.”

Keith raises an eyebrow, looking down. “Off-topic, but no, Lance, it’s not,” he shoots Lance a look, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “And how would you know, anyway? You’re high.”

“What’s this jealousy I’m feeling? There’s more, you know.” He pats the breast pocket of his sweatshirt with a dopey smile, and meets Keith’s eyes as he takes a sip, waggling his brows. He swallows and winks, “Don’t need to get all broody on me, grumpy pants.”

Keith hides his face on his arms and groans. Lance can see the blush rising on Keith’s neck, and allows himself a mental pat on the back as he pushes himself upright.

“Okay, let’s go,” Lance trots towards his bedroom.

3:32 P.M.

When they sober up enough to get stuff done, they throw themselves on the couch, legs tangled because why not, right? It’s not like Lance’s life makes any sense, anyway.

Lance with the camera in his hands and laptop on his stomach, Keith with his headphones around his ears, and one of his weird, edgy sci-fi books resting on his thighs.

Lance rests his head on the armrest and hits play.

Keith’s feet tap a comforting rhythm against Lance’s.

4:02 P.M.

Keith falls asleep against the couch, mouth slightly open.

Lance does a poor job at reducing the volume of his laughter at his dramatics on video. Even though Keith’s got his headphones on, Lance still manages to wake him up, and ends up getting kicked in the shin by a very rumpled, grumpy, and over-sized baby with a fugly mullet for that.

He tries not to laugh again.

…He fails miserably, and both his shins suffer.

Terribly.

4:30 P.M.

Because Lance has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, they didn’t manage to catch Keith’s o-face on video. Life is unfair, God hates him, Jesus hates him, even Buddha must hate him, because this, right here, has got to be some sort of twisted divine punishment. Maybe it’s Karma, maybe he was a murderer in his past life, he doesn’t know. What he does know, though, is that this must be fixed.

“Dude,” he kneels on the couch and shakes Keith’s knee to wake him up, “Dude. DUDE!”

Keith’s eyes flutter open and he squints at Lance, blinking blearily, utterly confused.

Lance sits back on his heels and he offers Keith the camera, “Look.”

Keith, while frowning up at him, sits up and takes it. He yawns, unplugging his headphones from his phone and into the camera. He hits play.

Keith snaps the camera shut after about ten minutes, a furious blush burning his high cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He still looks mildly confused, though, and astoundingly flustered, bringing his knees to his chest.

Lance bites on his bottom lip and heaves a huge breath. “We’ll have to tape chapter 1 again,” he clarifies.

Keith lifts an eyebrow, face still bright red, “Because…”

“I can’t see your face when you’re coming, dude.” Lance explains, waving his hands at the camera in exasperation, “That’s unacceptable, you know. really preposterous. I can’t have this, I can’t WRITE like this. This is a disaster. We gotta redo this, Keith. It’s a matter of life and death.” He grabs both Keith’s knees and shakes.

“But- I’m awake now, dipshit, quit shaking me,” He snaps, batting Lance’s hands away from his knees, “But… don’t you remember my face when I was actually coming yesterday?”

So, you see… remember when Lance mentioned he has shit luck, and the universe is out to get him, and some sort of divine punishment is being inflicted upon him? There’s another reason to back up that assessment.

They not only hadn’t caught Keith’s o-face on video, but he also didn’t get to see Keith’s o-face in living color yesterday because he had his fucking eyes closed. Which rude, Lance. That is just plain rude. There’s no excuses. That’s probably why God, Jesus, and Buddha hate you this much.

Lance hangs his head. “I- I had my eyes closed,” he confesses, accepting defeat.

“You’re hopeless.”

Lance’s head shoots up and he gasps, “Excuse!”

“No,” Keith stands up abruptly, almost kneeing Lance’s nose in the process.

Lance squawks and reels back, out of reach, eyes wide, “Wha-”

“Shut the fuck up, you dry raisin,” Keith glares accusingly at him and Lance flinches, “I’ll fix this.”

“Kei-”

Keith’s arm shoots up, and he points his index finger at Lance, thick eyebrows pinched. “Stay put,” he warns, waving his finger, “don’t fucking move, don’t breathe.”

Lance is too confused to react, or even say anything, so he just gapes.

“Just… stay there, I’ll be quick.”

Keith returns buck naked, with a dildo and the lube in hands.

Lance’s at a loss, he’s a loss for words, his sass is gone, along with his ability to form coherent thoughts. Keith has that effect on him, apparently. Keith always finds a way to give Lance whiplash.  

Keith dumps the stuff on the coffee table and turns his attention to Lance, he chuckles at what he sees there, “Shut your mouth, Lance, you’ll catch a fly.”

Lance finds his voice. “Wha-” he clears his throat, and shakes his head before continuing, “What the fuck?” (Eloquent.)

Keith rolls his eyes as he picks up the camera, “You’re gonna tape me as I touch myself.”

Keith hands Lance the camera.

“I don’t…” Lance takes it, still completely dumbfounded.

Keith cuts him off, “I told you I’d fix this, didn’t I? So this is me, fixing it.”

Something in Lance’s brain seems to click.

“Oh,” he replies dumbly.

Oh no, is what he means, no fucking way. He’s gonna die today.

Yup, today is the day.

“Okay, so…” Keith claps his hands, “scooch over, I need the space.”

Lance’s eyes widen, “You really gonna do this here? On the couch?”

“Is there a problem?”

Yes. There’s a ton of problems, actually. Not with Keith doing it on the couch, but still, there’s a problem. Tons of problems. These problems have problems. For one, Lance will probably die. For two, he can’t do this anymore. He can’t but he has to, and he will because his project is worth 40% of his final grade, he will because he has to. He has the moral duty to prove to Keith, and to himself, that he, as a matter of fact, can do this, even if he’ll end up hurt. Fuck his feelings.

“No, no, nope, no problem at all. I’m all up for jerking off on the couch, sign me the fuck up. It’s just…” Lance blows a raspberry, scratching the back of his head, looking around the room, uncertain. He can’t meet Keith’s eyes, “it looks too cramped, I think? I was just, uhm, thinking that maybe, I don’t know, you’d prefer doing this on a bed?”

Keith snorts, “Nah, it’s okay.”

Lance finally looks at him, searching his face, “You sure? Like, 100%?”

Keith rolls his eyes, “Yes Lance, don’t worry, just… keep the camera on me.”  

Lance sits upright, crisscrossing his legs, and points the camera at Keith.