#i’m just saying. its a little weird that you wear lipgloss & suddenly everyone wants to shield you from the cruelties of the world

[theundeadmetalheadapolagia]

Y’all, I do not think that Steve “if you don’t stop badgering me about this innocuous topic, I’m going to bash your teeth in, 15 yr old boy” Harrington needs a protection squad from said 15 yr old & his high school chums.

[samanthadalton]

Truth or dare

(this is loosely based on the truth or dare scene from the freshman where mc and kaitlyn kissed for the first time) 

sorry if it sucks im still getting used to writing 😬😬

Pairing: poppy x mc (Bea) 

warnings: i’m not sure there’s any actual warnings except for any implied sex near the end

tag list: @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @cloud9in (if you wanna be tagged in any future writings just ask)

word count: i have no idea tbh i got carried away

You were lying on the couch in your dorm room scrolling through instagram trying to find some entertainment since Zoey apologetically told you she’s ditching your saturday plans of drinking wine and binge-watching how to get away with murder since she had a hot date with one of the guys on the football team. You find yourself scrolling through Poppy’s instagram- not because you liked her or anything- i mean liking Poppy your number 1 enemy?? that was a big hell no 👁👄👁- you were just merely curious about her new brand deal with Read My Lips since Veronica mentioned that the brand in reality was pretty crap and made both her and Poppy break out like crazy. 

Speaking (or thinking really) of the devil, you suddenly get a text from Veronica:

V.: Hey social climber you got any plans tonight 👀

you: not really no, why? you finally taking me up on my offer 😉

V.: You wish Farmsville, come over to the sorority tonight 

you: still sounds like you want me 

V.: Guess you’ll have to come and find out 💋

You put your phone down and internally debate with yourself as to whether or not you should go since this is the first time Veronica has ever asked to hang out with you and you’re not sure about her intentions. ‘Well she’s hot and wants me there so I should go’ You dismiss any negative thoughts from your head and decide to head over to the sorority house dressed casually in a pair of dark blue ripped jeans and a black cropped t-shirt and black vans- you didn’t forget to wear your super sexy black laced lingerie since anything could happen tonight, except you didn’t expect this outcome....

You text Veronica as you make your way to the sorority and she texts you back with a thumbs up and tells you to just make your way inside and meet her in the living room. You begin to worry a little since you’re not sure if the rest of the Zeta girls will be at the house, and you were kinda hoping to have a chilled out night with Veronica or at least some fun without anyone else knowing about it.

You enter the house and make your way into the living room where you see a bunch of the zeta girls sitting in a circle, some sitting on the sofa while others are on the floor with pillows and blankets to make themselves more comfortable. Your mind stutters because this isn’t exactly what you were expecting but you’re soon pulled out of your thoughts when Veronica grabs you by your arms and drags you into the middle of the room, “Hughes you made it!” she squeaks.

“Veronica what the hell, what’s going o-“

“What the hell is she doing here?” You already know who it is judging by the cutthroat tone, though she doesn’t raise her voice, Poppy Min Sinclair has the ability to slice through anything just using her words. Without missing a beat Veronica loops her arms through yours and spins you around to face the queen of belvoire herself.

“I invited her here, I thought it would be more fun to include someone who isn’t part of the sorority”

“So you thought to invite wannabee Hughes” Poppy crosses her arms and of course her trusty little pup is there too and a second later she crosses her arms too.

“Eww Veronica you can’t just invite random people who knows what farm diseases she has”

You roll your eyes at Chloe, I mean seriously is that the best she can come up with? You step forward and Veronica lets go of your arm.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on but if this is meant to be some weird hazing or sorority prank I don’t wanna be a part of it”

“Don’t worry Bea, we are just playing truth or dare” Taylor squeaks out, you turn and face her, bless the poor girl she looks like she’s about to combust from embarrassment after Poppy clears her throat.

Poppy looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “shut up Tess, but colour me intrigued let’s see what kind of secrets Farmsville is hiding”

She begins looking at you with a little curiousity and starts to take in your outfit, “someone get her some proper clothes if she’s going to stay”

Its only then you realise that the zeta girls aren’t wearing their usual preppy outfits but are all wearing some cute nightwear and you realise you stick out like a sore thumb.

“Don’t worry P, since I invited her i’ll get her some clothes” Veronica takes hold of your arms and pulls you to her room.

After finding some suitable clothing for you (a white silk tank top with a cute lace around the neckline and some pink silk shorts) Veronica leaves you in her room to get changed and soon you make your way back downstairs to the circle where the girls are casually drinking wine in some very expensive looking crystal glasses.

“Tess, get Farmsville a drink” Poppy practically barks and Taylor runs to grab you a glass. You sit on the floor next to Veronica while Poppy and Chloe sit opposite you on the sofa and the other girls fill up the rest of the circle.

Once everyone begins drinking, Poppy abruptly claps her hands together and all the girls lift up their heads to look at the blonde, “now ladies we can finally begin” her eyes move to yours “and since it’s wannabee’s first time here you start, truth or dare”.

gulp.

If you choose truth, Poppy has the chance to ask you anything but if you pick dare she could make you do anything, you decide to pick the safest (or the safer one) option and choose

“truth”

Poppy’s eyes bore into yours while she thinks of a question, however Chloe hiccups (she must be a total lightweight bc she already seems kinda drunk) and speaks out “do you have a crush on Professor Kingsley, I see the way you look at her”

Poppy looks slightly annoyed that Chloe took her opportunity to ask you a question and covertly digs her nails into Chloe whose face just turns bright pink.

You on the other hand begin sweating a little since you can’t exactly be too truthful and tell them you slept with her before the school year began so you give a careful smile and answer, “I mean she is hot who wouldn’t have a crush on her”

The rest of the girls already seem bored since the answer wasn’t exactly satisfying so you turn to Veronica

“I guess it’s my turn to ask, truth or dare”

.....

After a bunch of rounds of truth or dare, in which you learnt that Taylor has some really weird sex fantasies and Chloe once knocked herself out by walking into a lamppost, while Veronica was forced to upload a picture of herself pretending to throw up in the toilet and a few of the other girls were forced to either eat a bunch of chillies and prank call Dean Steinhelm, it’s finally Poppy’s turn.

“I think I should ask Poppy, truth or dare” you smirk smugly at the blonde while she just looks unimpressed and merely just shrugs

“Go ahead Hughes, I choose truth”

You think carefully, I mean you could ask her anything, however there’s one thing that’s been eating up your mind and you just have to ask

“Do you really love Bradley”

Poppy just scoffs, “seriously? that’s what you wanted to waste your question on?”

She raises an eyebrow at you, unsure of your angle since she knows you could’ve literally asked her anything. she keeps her answer short and unfulfilling, “It’s a new relationship so I wouldn’t say I love him”

And then she just doesn’t say anything else, she looks down at her drink and carefully sips her wine while you just stare at her trying to calculate what you can take from her answer.

Veronica snaps you out of your thoughts and slightly slurs her words, “My turn Hughes, truth or dare?”

“dare”

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room”

damnit. one thing you were trying to avoid was awkward and/or forced intimacy or contact with these girls. Your eyes shift between each girl trying to buy some time before you’re expected to make a move.

Your eyes fall on Poppy’s and as your eyes meet, her dark brown eyes open wide when she realises what you’re thinking. But she doesn’t look mad or disgusted, instead she looks kinda intrigued and a little smirk appears on her face like she’s flattered you chose her.

You crawl over to the sofa where Poppy is sitting and all eyes are on you now.

“Well indulge me Miss Min Sinclair?” You give Poppy a cheeky little wink and she visibly blushes.

“Shut up Hughes don’t make it awkward, it’s just a kiss”

You deflate a little, “right, it’s just a kiss”

You lean up a little to reach the blonde’s lips and you tentatively brush your lips against one another.

‘Damn her lips are soft’ you think to yourself and when you suddenly get a taste of her strawberry lipgloss you begin to lose control. You open your mouth to kiss her harder while Poppy takes a sharp breath and opens her mouth to allow your tongue inside her mouth. She moans a little and you swear it’s the hottest sound you’ve ever heard and you kiss her even harder, lips pressing together full of passion. You finally break apart from the kiss, both gasping for the much needed air and you both stare intensely at each other momentarily forgetting where you are.

The spell is broken by someone clearing their throat and you turn to see Veronica frowning slightly, “damn I wish I had my phone right now, that was so hot my Veronicats would’ve loved that”

You and Poppy awkwardly look at each other and both blushing furiously, you look away simultaneously and you make your way back to your side of the circle.

You think to yourself ‘what the hell was that’ while Poppy already looks like she’s ready to move on. With a flip of her hair she clears her throat, “well it’s pretty obvious I’m the hottest one here so I don’t blame Farmsville for wanting to get a taste.”

You think to yourself ‘that was more than a taste’. While reeling back from the epic kiss you don’t even have a comeback but luckily drunk Chloe is there to rescue you from this awkward moment by shouting “MY TURN!”

The rest of the night seems to go on without anything else as scandalous as that kiss happening, excluding Chloe falling face down on the floor when she was trying to get to the bathroom and eventually the zeta girls begin to make their way to bed after drinking way too much.

You’re left with only Veronica and Poppy in the living room and when you get up to stand you feel a little dizzy, you blink crazily and groan “damn i think i drank way too much”

“It’s cool Hughes you can crash on the couch tonight there’s no way you can get back to your dorm like this” and with that Veronica pats your back and makes her way to her room leaving you alone with Poppy.

Poppy just sits on the sofa watching Veronica leave and you clear your throat which gets her attention. She turns her head to look at you, and her eyes check you out, almost like she’s contemplating.

You try and dispell some of the awkwardness since Poppy is just staring at you and you jokingly say “well that kiss was pretty good huh?”

Poppy pouts her lips a little and raises one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows at you, “just pretty good?” her tone almost teasing.

You almost falter a little in your gaze, was Poppy flirting with you or was it just the alcohol making you delirious? “Well, considering it was cut short and there was an entire audience watching us I guess it wasn’t exactly my best”

“Oh? So you think you can do better than that?” Poppy slowly stands and walks towards you, you swear that she juts her hips a little as she makes her way to stand right in front of you.

You begin to feel flustered and just manage to gape your mouth open with no words coming out of it. Poppy simply smirks at your bewildered expression while her fingers slowly trail up your arm and she leans in and whispers into your ear, “why don’t you show me”

[cyncity2000]

73 questions tag! tysm @goodlesson , can’t say i’ve ever had anything like this before but hey it’s not like I have anything better to do rn 😅 

answers under the cut! i tag @rene-royale @teenager-confused-tired @sawafilmtoday @onedoesnotsimplystormthebastille if you feel like it, but no pressure bc this is a LOT and took me a couple days to finish lol

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? um. could be worse, could be better?? so 5. 

describe yourself in a hashtag? no. twitter and all its shitty hashtags can go to hell.

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? weird question. nobody?? i wouldn’t want to??

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? not to be all dan smith on main but like...’come to this please’

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? uhhhh idk. i’m very open about most aspects of my personality i’d say

what’s your wake up ritual? stay in bed as long as possible and then YEET at maximum speed so i don’t waste the day

what’s your go to bed ritual? tell myself i should go to bed. pick up my phone instead. regret it in the morning.

what’s your favorite time of day? 2pm or 9-10pm 

your go to for having a good laugh? macdoesit or drawfee videos on youtube. truly the best.

dream country to visit? i wanna go back to england and france, also i’d love to visit literally anywhere i could

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? falling in love with my college roommate probably,, didn’t see THAT coming

heels or flats/sneakers? bitch i’m 5′10″ with size 12.5 feet. converse.

vintage or new? vintage looks cool. i am not cool. so new.

who do you want to write your obituary? idk man i don’t wanna think about that now???

style icon? if you knew me irl you’d know style is not a word in my vocabulary

what are three things you cannot live without? my cat, my friends/gf, and my cd collection 

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? i do not bake or cook, the real world is going to kill me immediately

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? i’d be too stressed to make food for people but i’d love to like. go OUT for dinner with...dodie, dallon weekes, and pj liguori. they’re all just cool people i follow and i wanna know what they’re LIKE. 

what’s your biggest fear in life? failure due to lack of confidence, motivation and direction in life :)))

window or aisle seat? i’d say window but i am long boi so aisle is usually nicer unless i trip someone by accident

what’s your current tv obsession? still supernatural, also brooklyn 99

favorite app? tumblr :D

secret talent? despite my crippling procrastination issues i’ve almost always been a straight-A student 🤷‍♀️

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? drove myself two hours to a concert in february, or maybe the time i did a really hard ropes course or went to the badlands?

how would you define yourself in three words? introverted, distracted, nerdy

favorite piece of clothing you own? maybe my waterparks sweatshirt bc i had a dream last night that i donated it and then went back to the store to buy it back lmao so subconsciously i must really like it

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? you gotta have that one pair of black jeans that goes with anything imo

a superpower you would want? flying. it’s the only recurring dream i’ve ever had and it’s my only answer ever

what’s inspiring you in life right now? all the people doing big or little things to help. the ones doing instagram lives or sending money or supplies to people in need or just giving me more faith in humanity

best piece of advice you’ve received? can’t remember any. why doesn’t anyone give me good advice

best advice you’d give your teenage self? do your laundry on time. don’t wear...whatever that was to school. just wash ur fuckin clothes. also don’t let it bother you that you’re single the whole time. you’ll get there.

a book everyone should read? they both die at the end by adam silvera. you WILL cry. but you will love it. 

what would you like to be remembered for? i have no idea. being a non-shitty person at least.

how do you define beauty? happiness.

what do you love most about your body? idk being tall is kinda nice

best way to take a rest/decompress? get a blanket. comfy clothes. my cat. put headphones on. put some music on or watch youtube.

favorite place to view art? on tumblr and instagram! i follow soo many wonderful artists it’s great

if your life was a song, what would the title be? Oh No (What Is She Doing Now?)

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano or guitar. i suck at both and if i could be good at ONE i’d be happy

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? been thinking about this tbh. somewhere on my arm definitely but idk where D:

dolphins or koalas? dolphins!!

what’s your spirit animal? a cat?

best gift you’ve ever received? for christmas my sister bought me a cute lil box meant for displaying concert tickets and it was the most thoughtful thing ever. also the AMAZING studio headphones i’m currently using that my mom got me like three years ago for christmas

best gift you’ve given? probably when i bought me and my best friend tickets to see the Sherlock S4 finale in a movie theater 

what’s your favorite board game? cards against humanity, one night ultimate werewolf/alien, settlers of catan

what’s your favorite color? porpleee 💜

least favorite color? hmm they’re all valid except for like. puke green.

diamond or pearls? neither lol

drugstore makeup or designer? neither 😜

blow-dry or air-dry? blow-dry but i never do bc it takes y e a r s

pilates or yoga? yoga!

coffee or tea? both but only hot tea or frozen coffee 

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? thanks to tumblr the word ‘defenestrate’ has entered my vocabulary and I do not regret it

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? either. chocolate is chocolate 🍫

stairs or elevators? tbh stairs, i’m just a lazy bitch

summer or winter? winter. cold > hot

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? i’d still get tired of it :( i need that variety!!

a dessert you don’t like? none. dessert is dessert and it is all valid if i can eat it

a skill you’re working on mastering? writing, working from home, playing the guitar

best thing to happen to you today? currently watching mike gross play old brobecks tunes :’) he also just saw my comment yay

worst thing to happen to you today? i had cheesecake for lunch. sounds good but it’s the only thing i’ve had today besides a piece of chocolate and my body is Not Happy

best compliment you’ve ever received? someone on fanfiction dot net once left me a comment saying they’d almost cried at my story and called me “a true writer” and it’s honestly one of the only thing that keeps me writing...i’m still mad they weren’t signed in so I’ll never be able to thank them for it.

favorite smell? lemon, cookies, fresh-cut grass

hugs or kisses? hugs!!

if you made a documentary, would it be about? somethin gay probably

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? honestly...probably “who the fuck is keith” fjadskljfd

lipstick or lipgloss? like peyton said chapstick is the only valid answer

sweet or savory? depends how i’m feelin, love both

girl crush? besides the obvious one (my girlfriend), honestly not many? there’s this one girl i follow on insta who’s big in the panic! fandom and jESUS SHE’S SO PRETTY. also the girl who plays kaia in supernatural is CUUUTE

how do you know you’re in love? has only happened to me once but for me...i already loved her platonically for months and then suddenly one day i was like oh. why am i getting the urge to kiss you rn. oh no.

a song you can listen to on repeat? anything by idkhow or bastille. never gets old.

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? not to copy peyton but i would love to know what goes on inside my cat’s head

what are you most excited for about this time in your life? next semester of college!! i got into a super-competitive dorm and i’m gonna have my own room and live with nine other people and gahh i’m just so excited to be chaotic with all my friends again and meet new people :’)

[junk-yard-hearts]

Poly Bowers Gang HC’s

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Belch (I prefer calling him Reg or Reggie to Belch tbh)-

·         I see Reggie as more of the enforcer within their group dynamic.

·         The other guys can get kind of carried away and he’s the first to tell them to leave you the hell alone if he thinks they’re making you uncomfortable

·         After a thorough fucking he’s the one who’d gently kiss your temple and tell you how good you were

·         He always lets you sit in the front seat and glares over his shoulder at the others when they whine about it. As far as he’s concerned, it’s HIS car and you deserve the front seat, dammit. (He actually just wants to watch the sun hit your face and keep you away from Patrick)

·         The other guys give him hell because he’s so sweet on you but he just can’t help how much he adores you awe

·         The others laugh because you would never call him Belch and he blushes every time you call him Reggie

·         He’s the one you’d call after all your best friends stood you up for your girls-night-in sleepover plans. He’d hear your disappointed voice and the sniffles and sigh. He shows up at your house 20 minutes later with the fuckboy squad in toe.

·         You ask if he’d do a face mask with you and he looks panicked as fuck

·         But the second you hit him with those lovey eyes, he relents

·         The other guys sit around and snicker as you apply cerulean goo to his face but he couldn’t care less because the smile on your lips is everything to him tbh.

·         Henry tells him he’s such a girl, and Belch hits him with some “a real man would do anything to put a smile on his girl’s face” shit and Henry just slinks tf away

·         He drives you to school every day, and sometimes when your parents aren’t home, he comes in and eats breakfast with you and helps you finish getting ready.

·         He helps you pull your hair back and ties your shoes for you awawawe

·         Always opens your car door for you

·         You wear his t-shirts to school after spending the night with him and he gets all heart-eyed and thinks you look so cute.

·         He sees you in your faded jeans, with a bow in your hair, and his ratty Judas Priest shirt on and his cheeks get all hot cause he just thinks you’re the cutest.

·         For his birthday, you go to his house while he’s at work and you and his mom cook him his favorite dinner (chicken parmesan and fettucine), and you and the gang hang up a banner and surprise him.

·         You didn’t have much money so you made him a cassette mix tape and take them to the bakery on main street for cupcakes, and you all serenade him right there on the sidewalk outside the shop.

·         He tries SO HARD to keep up with your friend drama because he likes that you come to him to talk but fuck, you have so many friends. Who’s Trish?? Where tf did Emma come from? When the hell did Lisa come into the picture?

·         Takes care of you on your period like his mom told him to.

 Victor  

·         Vic is the one you go to about your friend drama and knows exactly what you’re talking about.

·         “Oh my god who does Lisa think she is talking to Gemma about you like that? I’ll kick her ass idc.”

·         Says goodbye with a firm slap on the ass

·         Smiles at the tiny squeak you make every time he slaps the ass

·         Always gives you candies out of the pockets of his vest

·         He says he keeps them to put a smile on your face and you know he stole that shit

·         Loves to rest his head in your lap and let you play with his hair

·         He gets this blissed out, barely conscious look when you gently scrape your nails across his scalp

·         Stares in slack-jawed appreciation when you wear those little skirts that sway when you walk

·         When you’re having a bad day, he paints your nails

·         He notices you getting nervous and scraping the polish off and just grabs your hand away and squeezes it.

·         Smacks Patrick over the head for making lewd comments about your body in public

·         “Dude, watch your fucking mouth, she’s a lady.”

·         You have study hall together, and you sit with your Walkman cassette player in between you, listening to KISS and holding hands, and reading your English class assignments

·         KISS is so not his cup of tea but he doesn’t mind them.

·         He knows you love them so he sits put and listens anyway

·         He learns all the words to all the songs on Smashes Thrashes and Hits from how often you listen to it.

·         You two smoked weed together and the guys found you laying outside staring at the clouds together being sappy

·         But he kicked their asses for making fun of it

·         You bleach his hair for him because he tried to do it himself and got burns on his head

·         You teach him how to put coconut oil through his hair to prevent burning, damage and uneven processing

·         Henry and Patrick laugh and look on, telling him how soft it is to dye his hair.

·         You turn around and tell them how harsh and dangerous bleach can be to the body and offer to put some on THEIR heads.

·         They scurry tf away

·         He loves to watch you masturbate, and loves when you wear lingerie for them.

·         When you and your boyfriends crashed a party, they went off to torture some people but you and Vic were making out on the stairs while all the girls with crushes on him watched

·         He lowkey loves showing you off at all times

·         For Christmas you made him the coolest sneakers he ever saw

·         You bought a pair of canvas kicks from the thrift store and spent hours painting them, and he fREAKED when he saw them

·         He loves when you wear that peachy smelling lipgloss but he always ends up with shimmer all over his mouth and the guys laugh at him. Worth it tho.

 Henry

·         You tell him you got your nails done and he gets this “The fuck are you tellin’ me for?” look on his face.

·         You frown. He realizes you just want him to act interested and suddenly he’s like AH YES, THE NAILS, THE FINGERNAILS YES THE NAILS ON THESE PARTICULAR FINGERS ARE LOOKING MIGHTY SPIFFY TODAY YES INDEED

·         He notices you painted them his favorite color and has to physically restrain himself from squealing like a schoolgirl because he loves that you love him lmao

·         Talks a major talk about what a ladykiller he is but the first time you take your clothes off and he sees your body in only soft lingerie he just stares in awe and appreciation

·         He thinks you don’t know (but you definitely know) he stole one of your silky pink camisoles and keeps it stuffed under his mattress.

·         He actually wasn’t being pervy, he holds it to him when he sleeps and breathes in that precious smell of delicate perfume and something distinctly you and it blisses him out no matter how stressed he is.

·         Always puts his arm around you in public or holds your hand

·         When its cold and you didn’t wear a jacket to school, he scolds you because he’s concerned for your health and comfort, and puts his jacket around your shoulders.

·         Will beat someone up just for looking at you wrong

·         Always is the guy who says he needs to “Defend your honor”

·         Its endearing but can be a bit much.

·         Always hitting Patrick for disrespecting you

·         Always being hit by Reggie for disrespecting you :^)

·         Is 90000% outraged when you confess an insecurity

·         “What on god’s green earth would you hate your tits for?! Have you fuckin seen them? Your body ‘so fine I’m havin to chase off every man in this damn town, cause they all want my girl.”

·         I think he’d be that boyfriend who if you wore a low cut shirt in public would walk around with his hand covering your cleavage cause that shits his eyes only thank you very much.

·         “Only yours?” you’d tease. “Damn straight.” he’d reply. “But what about Belch? N Pat n Vic?” you’d say, laughing. “OK, now listen here.”

·         Is totally fine sharing you but constantly refers to you as HIS girl.

·         Likes you to know who’s in charge.

·         One time you sucked his fingers clean after he fingered you and he is still recovering tbqh

·         Also one time you called him daddy in public and he came in his fccuccking pants.

·         You didn’t know what to get him for his birthday so you just had him over to spend the night and wore pretty underthings and had a night just the two of you.

·         You cut his hair. You’re always begging him to let you cut the fucking mullet off but he just won’t hear of it. He thinks he looks badass.

·         His hair is really soft tho and you put the mullet into a tiny braid and giggled endlessly.

·         He just quirked his eyebrow up at you and asked If he looked sexy.

·         Lives for validation

·         Tries to offer you aftercare but lowkey useless at it

  Patrick

Patricks are the dirtiest

·         Rarely allowed to be alone with you

·         Loves to say creepy shit just to watch you squirm

·         By far the most dominant and thinks aftercare is stupid lmao

·         He likes that you somewhat want to impress him

·         JEALOUS as hell of how much Henry adores you

·         And really, how much they all adore you

·         One time he got the sense that you might actually be real

·         Which freaks him out, and he can’t shake the feeling

·         He compensates for this by going out of his way to make you uncomfortable

·         Says creepy shit in public

·         Puts his hand up your skirt at the lunch table

·         More or less only touches you because he’s allowed to

·         He likes your hands a lot, he likes holding them, he likes when you touch him with them because they’re so gentle and soft

·         Comes and visits you at night because he just likes to be near you

·         At first it was unsettling but now you’re used to it and know he won’t try anything

·         As scared as everyone already is of the whole gang,

·         They’ll never fuck with you because Patrick is too damn scary

·         You had a one-on-one night once

·         The next day, the gang came over to hang out and you had welts on your chest from where Patrick dripped candle wax on you, bloodied bite marks on your collarbones and were limping

·         Belch punched him in the fucking face

·         He knows you probably liked it but the idea of Patrick getting too carried away without anyone there to stop him worries him

·         (I honestly think he’s just always looking for reason to punch Patrick lmao. If asked why, he’d shake his head and say “that boy ain’t right�� mister fuckin hank hill)

·         He likes to brush your hair which is weird to the other guys but you seem ok with it, so…

·         The first time you met his mother she was visibly shocked that someone actually wanted to spend time around him yikes lmao

·         You wear one of his rings on a necklace because it slides off your fingers

·         Gets the roughest with you during sex and the guys are always wary of the fact that you actually seem to enjoy it.

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[prompt] @oopsprompts: “Everyone’s a little in love with their best friend. Everyone wants to touch their hair and rub their neck and kiss them and wake up next to them and … I’m in deep, aren’t I?”

[stares into the camera like i’m on the office] this is disgusting

also cheesed this for day one of @soulxmakaweek. @silly-twin-stars is a betababe

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“What about this one?”

It’s black. He likes black. Especially likes black on her; it reminds him of private piano concerts, the white of her ankles, the buckles of sleek kitten heels catching the gold of his soul’s light. Things that make him clam up a little, make it harder for him to swallow.

It’s black, with halter straps, and as she spins it around, admiring the swish of the skirt, he realizes the back is bare, too. Such a low, low cut would certainly expose the strength of her muscles, encase her shoulder blades, and Soul stops that thought in its tracks before it has the chance to gain traction. It would suit his meister, he thinks instead. Would certainly suit his particular taste in aesthetics, too.

“It’s nice,” he says narrowly. “Might have to get it hemmed, though.”

She bites her lip and instead holds the dress up to him. The fabric brushes against him, reaches to just above his own ankles. “Why is the world catered to tall people?”

“Get taller.”

He probably deserves the resulting slap to his shoulder. It’s quick, and certainly not hard enough to hurt him or leave a mark – his meister is fiesty, not abusive, and though sometimes he thinks he’d like it if she left her mark on him, she’s never pinched him hard enough to do so. A shame, really. There’s a certain, odd part of him that sort of purrs at the thought of wearing a brand of sorts, for her – but he supposes he already sort of has one, stitching down his chest, and he swallows thickly and swats the thought away.

“I’m still going to get it,” she says, matter-of-factly, hugging the fabric to her chest. Out of habit, he reaches after her, lifting the tail end of the dress to keep it from dragging on the floor. He is her partner, Soul, and he lives to aid, thrives when filling in the gaps of her short sightedness. “Hey!”

“Gotcha covered.”

She presses her lips together, brows furrowed. “I can do it myself.”

“You’re dusting the floor for them, Maka. Don’t give away free labor, idiot.”

“Idiot!” Ah, he knows this expression. Soul Evans is officially cruising for a bruising, and she’s adorable with that irritated little pout on her face. “Is that any way to speak to your prom date, mister?”

There’s a flutter in his chest, and Soul presses his lips together and struggles for a moment to smother the feeling. Stupid. It’s sort of… ticklish. An itch he can’t seem to scratch.

“We’re partners,” he deadpans, because it’s true, and the best comeback he has for that bullet aimed straight for his heart. He opens and closes his mouth, teetering, words long left neglected suddenly threatening to boil over.

They’re partners, in every sense of the word but that one, he thinks, dropping the hem of the dress. She spins around, huffing, pigtails whipping and he’s left rubbing a palm to his chest, nursing the something threatening to shred him to pieces, bit by bit. It’s not the first time he’s been left speechless by the feeling, but it is the first time it’s felt quite so paramount. Stifling, even, like there’s something trapped inside him, something, for once, that isn’t a giggling, malicious little imp.

It certainly binds just as thoroughly, though. He stumbles after her, finally, hands shoved in his pockets. Her neck’s so pale, and the wispy baby hair that’s escaped her characteristic twintails makes him bite his lip. It’s instinct, to reach out and brush it away, to want to lean down and press his lips to the freckled, white skin there, left bare.

They’re partners, he thinks, hands clenching in his pockets. They’re partners, and this is normal.

.

‘Normal’ is relative for them.

He stands in their living room, fiddling with his skull cuff links, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot while their sexy magical cat turned roommate shuttles around the apartment, wielding mascara wands and lipsticks. Faintly, he hears Blair cooing little snippets of things like “oh, Kitten, please!” and “ooooh, scythe boy is so lucky!” and then he’s standing in the middle of the room blushing like a damn fool.

Get it together. Soul scrubs at his face and wonders if he should go sneak some of Blair’s stash of foundation, just to mute the pink burning across his cheeks.

“Play nice in there,” he calls, to grasp at some sense of control, but his own voice sounds tight and strained to him. He clears his throat, then tries again. “She doesn’t need any makeup, Blair.”

Catmom pokes her head out into the hall and smiles, all Cheshire. “Does Scythe-Boy think Kitten’s perfect just the way she is?”

What a spectacular backfire. He balks, sputtering, promptly dropping his self-proclaimed oodles of cool everywhere. He crosses his arms across his chest. “We’re going to be late,” he says defensively, and that scratching something is back once again. It makes his fingers itch. Makes him want to storm down the hall and dive bomb into his mattress and blast loud music until he feels sound in his own skin again–

Before he’s even got the chance, Maka’s shoving her way past their roommate, adequately flustered and distractingly done up. Her hair’s all tied up in this intricate knot, eyes rimmed with dark, dark eyeliner, lips painted just as black. He’s seen her in make up before, of course, but always nudes and baby pinks, quick swipes of Claire’s sparkle lipglosses and cheap drugstore mascara, but this look is startling. Mature, almost.

And even though she definitely looks like a My Chemical Romance groupie, her eyes have never looked greener.

So green. Ugh. They pop, for fuck’s sake. He’s stupid and dry-mouthed and he can’t stop staring. Blasting music wouldn’t even help. (Buuuuurn it down, just like a match, you strike to incineraaaate…)

“Kitten!” Blair whines, stomping her feet. “Blair was going to get his reaction on video, big brother Evans asked for it and everything–”

“He knows what I look like, Blair, we live together!”

“But this is special!” she sighs dreamily, leaning over to fluff her bangs. It’s strange, but she almost looks maternal, fretting over her tiny scene queen daughter, and Soul wishes he didn’t find it adorable. “Prom might be weird for you Death Children, but it’s a big deal, in most places. It’s romantic, Kitten!”

Even under her white foundation, her blush still bleeds through. “It’s not weird!”

And she sets her sights on him. Such dark lashes, shrouding those bright eyes of hers. She should look a corpse, with that particular shade of pasty white meticulously blended on her face, but this is their normal, he thinks, ambling forward, corsage of wilted flowers in hand. She blinks, and his heart is in his throat and her hand in his, and her wrist is so thin and delicate, despite the strength in her bare shoulders, despite the heat in her gaze.

Soul slips the corsage onto her wrist and says, very seriously, “If we were anywhere else, I’d be giving you real flowers.”

Her nose wrinkles. “But they’d die eventually anyway, wouldn’t they? What’s the point?”

She can’t read between his lines. He laugh-sighs and bumps her forehead with his knuckles in a painfully brotherly manner. Once a Death Child, always a Death Child, he thinks, with a sort of haunting fondness. Maybe he’s lived here too long, in this apartment, in this city, with her, if her raccoon eyes don’t turn him off.

“Most girls don’t like dressing up in dead things, I guess.” Soul shrugs, then shoves his hands back into his pockets. Safe. Comfort zone. His knuckles and fingers and entire being still burn from touching her delicate wrists and goth-painted forehead.

That ache ramps up to 11 as she bites back a smile and touches the dried roses. “I like the thorns,” Maka admits, looking up at him through her lashes. Even in heels, she’s still a tiny thing, but it’s him that’s weak; one well-aimed, wide-eyed stare renders him absolutely stupid, and he’s left floundering, sucking in a breath as she pins his own set of dead flowers to his good suit.

.

He dances with her, because she’s pretty tonight and sorta-kinda fits his secret aesthetic and it makes him feel gracious. She smiles the entire night as he twirls her around to melancholic violins and electric guitars and fucking Bring Me To Life, until the lights have begun to brighten and Tsubaki is peeling her partner from the spiked punch bowl.

It’s sweltering in that room. Too many bodies, too much social interaction, and he’s feeling tapped out as Maka yawns and rubs her eyes. Her eyeliner’s begun to melt, smudging, and he reaches out with a thumb to brush away her mess.

Her lashes flutter and tickle him. One second, then two. Her lips are so dark, still so pristinely painted, and Soul really rather sort of likes black.

That pull in his chest tugs, tugs, tugs, and he turns and flees, before he finally snaps and something slips out and Maka’s never looked prettier, watching him with those big doe eyes of hers. It hurts, in that brief, burning moment she’d stared at him, lips parted, breath hitched. It hurts, wanting to hold her, wanting to spin her around and cup her jaw in his hands and just give in, god, what the fuck.

It’s cooler outside. Easier to breathe. He takes big, desperate gulps, heart slamming in his chest. Keep it together, he thinks, for the umpteenth time tonight. Gotta keep it together.

“–oul? Soul!”

He grinds his palms against his eyes and groans.

“Soul,” Maka says, and she’s got a hand on his back, rubbing. “Hey, is everything okay? You just– you flew like a bat out of hell out of there–”

“Hot,” he squawks. “Had to… ugh.”

She hums, nodding, then drops to sit on the steps. She’s not particularly ladylike in the way she handles herself, plopping down so unceremoniously. She fiddles with her corsage, flaking dead flowers that leave fallout on her dark dress. From here, he can see the perfect, slender line of her back, pale and glowing in the torchlight, can see the way her muscles move as she sighs and leans over to slip off her heels. He knows every scar that lines her, every knick and scratch, and it doesn’t even marr her beauty a little bit.

Soul swallows thickly. It’s not going away, whatever this is. It’s only getting worse.

“Yeah,” she says after a few moments, rubbing the arch of her foot. “I know what you mean. Lots of people in there, and body heat, and no amount of deodorant will ever keep Black*Star’s stank in check.”

He stumbles over to her on stiff legs and drops to sit, too. Her toes wiggle in the dim light, painted baby pink. Adorable. “Sorry.”

She shrugs. “For what? I’ve monopolized your entire night. You’re allowed to escape, you know. You’re not obligated to hang out with me the whole time.”

She doesn’t know. He swallows again, fists clenching on his knees. “No, it’s… I don’t mind spending time with you. Like this. I’m your date, you know.”

“But we’re partners.”

He chokes on his breath. In. Out. In again. He can’t– shot right through the heart, and he’s left reeling, head snapping over to gawk at her and the way she bites her lip. He can see the line where black becomes pink, where the lipsticks stops, where this theatrical mask ends and where his Maka begins again. They’re partners, but he knows every freckle hidden beneath layers of white makeup, knows where her bravado of bravery ends and the abandoned daughter begins.

She doesn’t even flinch. Doesn’t blink, barely moves. “We’re partners,” she repeats, believably fearless. “You said so yourself, remember?”

Soul’s unsure if he’s going to cry or throw up. Or scream. Probably scream. “That’s not…” He pauses, collecting himself, piecing together the courage he’s watched her don like armor time and time again. “You’re not an obligation, Maka. I’d still be your date even if I wasn’t your weapon.”

It’s not fair, he thinks, that Blair’s painted her so thoroughly. He wants to see her crack, wants to see her pink a little more, wants to know how she’s feeling, too. Because he feels like he’s about to explode, about to spontaneously combust and catch aflame – he’s sure he’s blushing, not at all the ladykiller cool guy he likes to think he is.

She opens her mouth. Closes it, then looks down at her lap, bashfully picking at her corsage. “But I am your partner, though,” she asks quietly, plucking wilted, dried petals from her flowers, faded roses and the likes, “right?”

The only partner he’ll ever have. He nods, and she still plucks away, eyes glued to her lap. Hrrgh. “Yeah,” he finally admits, fists loosening, hands facing palm-up to the sky, bleeding moon and all. What a terribly strange normal they live, alone in the dark, unable to spit it out, even after all this time. “You’re more than that. You’re…. you know.”

She glances over, finally. Smudged eyeliner and all. Impeccable black lips.

You know.

“My best friend,” he finishes, feeling lightheaded and silly, heart quite literally slamming in his chest. It’s hard, thinking of much else but how badly he wishes he were brave enough to lean over and kiss her, smudge her lipstick a little, too. Paint his lips a deathly black, too, so that he too may be able to join this bizarre, macabre life she lives.

But he can’t. The sentiment is too big, the leap too large. He offers a hand to her instead, open, and Maka drops plucked rose petals to lace her fingers between his. She’s warm, and nothing like the corpse she’s tried to masquerade – she’s warm, and he thinks he might float away, if he didn’t have her to hold him down.

She squeezes his hand. He squeezes back.

“Yeah,” says Maka, looking peculiarly misty-eyed. A painted porcelain doll, fresh from the Black Parade. “You too, Soul.”

Their ‘normal’ is relative. His hand is so fucking clammy and she doesn’t even chastise him for it. Hers are calloused and scarred from years of wielding him and it only makes him want to cling onto her more.

God, he’s in deep.

“You know,” Maka says, blinking up at the stars. “The good thing about smudged eyeliner is that nobody can tell when you’ve begun sweating it off. It always looks messy. it’s supposed to look messy.”

He snorts. Works up the balls to bring her hand to his lips and kiss her knuckles, very gently. “Okay, Billie Joe.”

“… Who?”

“Lead singer of Green Day. God, Maka, if you’re gonna dress like a scene kid at least know your stuff. You’re embarrassing me here.”

He sort of deserves that kick, too. Oh well. Worth it, to see her smile.