#lisa frank strikes again

[uglydragons]

This is Becquerel who I was going to put up for auction but his eyeshadow was on point and he stole my heart. Best feature: his peets

[mysteroads]

Coyote Brown

He left Barbara to find Delia. As he'd suspected, she'd found her way into trouble.

"BJ!" she trilled, swaying where she sat, surrounded by a dozen brilliantly colored mushrooms. "Oh BJ, isn't this place so pretty? Watch this!" She reached over and tapped a mushroom, which made a little chiming noise as a burst of pink dust sprayed into the air. Delia laughed as if it were the funniest thing she'd ever seen. Another tap, a different chime, and a spray of blue dust. Looking her over, he saw more splatters of bright color and sparkles on her clothes and skin. 

"Oh no," he groaned, putting his face in his hands. Those mushrooms hadn't been there before. Someone was definitely fucking with them.

"Beeeeeej," she cooed, wagging a finger at him, "you shouldn't say bad words. You need to chill, honey!"

"I didn't say any bad words. Not yet, anyway," he corrected. "Did you see any unicorns, D?"

"Unicorns?" She seemed perplexed by the very idea. "Unicorns are scary! No, everything is suuuuuper wonderful! Isn't this place fah-bulous? It's like Lisa Frank, but without any unicorns!"

"Shit," he grumbled, ignoring her exaggerated gasp at his cussing. He'd caught that 'fah-bulous', next thing would be—

"My guru Kevin always says that shit makes the best fertilizer for the flowers of growth!" She waved her hands around as if she'd proclaimed a mighty truth, then mimed holding a triangle and striking it. "Ting!"

"Oh my god, D," he said, unable to keep himself from laughing. He was still angry about whatever was sabotaging them, but he also wished he had a phone to record this. There were more important things to worry about right now, though.

A glance at his watch proved that evening was almost on top of them, and the softening light agreed with that assessment. Crap. He really didn't want to camp out in an enchanted forest. While he was pretty sure it was safe enough in the daytime, he'd heard enough fairy tales to know night was when the scary stuff started prowling. Now normally, he would be one of those scary prowlers, but he had people to watch over this time. 

He eyed Delia, who was happily playing a "tune" on the mushrooms, giggling like a schoolgirl. How the hell was he supposed to get her out of there? While it looked like fun, he couldn't afford to join her in la la land, not while he was the demon responsible for the safety of his team… and saving Chuck. Okay, so she'd have to come to him then. 

"Come on, D,” he coaxed. “Let's go find Lydia!"

"You go ahead, dear. I'm just fine! I know how you two like to go on adventures!" She smiled warmly. "You two are so silly."

"Right." Well, that had failed spectacularly. Plan B then. If there was one thing he knew about being high was that it came with side effects. One of many was the infamous munchies. Only problem was that he couldn't conjure food, so he'd have to summon it, and while Lydia had been fine with trying Neitherworld food, it might not appeal to Delia. Then again, she was high as a kite, so maybe she wouldn’t care. He concentrated, reached out into the ether, and pulled out a full takeout bag from Taco Knell.

Instantly, Delia's nostrils flared and he knew he'd made the right choice. Grinning, he shook the bag in her direction. "Is that for me?" she asked, with all the wonder of a kid at Christmas.

"It is. But you have to come and get it." 

[clowngremlin]

in 2021, i am going to try to be more organized!!! i am trying to do better with staying on top of my school work in order to be less anxious and not get as overwhelmed, and to get better grades, and so my dad got me a lil monthly planner for christmas and i have been filling it out with upcoming things like appointments, reminders, when my classes are, and birthdays!! i hope i’ll be able to remember to use it because i tried something like this a few years ago and filled it out for a month and then promptly forgot about it, but my dad told me that he is going to help keep me on track so that one day it will just be second nature to me!! i got little stickers at the dollar store for important events and deadlines that i have put on some of the days!!

[auspiciousotter]

M6 IRL

Asra:

Sort of the spiritual traveler type. He’s always exploring some new place and finding new ways to connect with the world and discover parts of himself that were hidden. Without fail, he can find work and housing wherever he goes. It’s his natural charm that endears himself to people, though he prefers to camp out in solitude when he can. Interacting with others can be tedious. Sometimes he posts to his travel blog, but he isn’t beholden to it so it’s usually whenever it strikes his whimsy.

Faust doesn’t travel as much with him IRL because the logistics of traveling with a snake can be prohibiting, plus the places he goes to aren’t always safe to have her out and about in. When he’s back home with you, he tries to take her everywhere with him to make up for it. As much as he loves you, he values the time he travels alone, but he also adores taking you to places he’s been before and showing you all his favorite sights.

Asra has the wildest wardrobe of the main six. It’s somewhere between new-age hippy and 90’s Lisa Frank artwork. Mostly shops at thrift shops or from local sellers when he travels abroad.

Nadia:

Got a degree in business to appease her family, but doubled in engineering for fun. After college she wanted to separate from her family and ended up joining a large business, working her way to the position of Chief Operating Officer of Lucio’s company (though really she is the CEO in all but name). Her biggest goal is to make the company more inclusive with support groups for minorities, more accessibility features, and mandatory sensitivity training.

She married Lucio right out of college despite not caring about him all that much. He was part of her rebellion from her family. It turned sour pretty quick, both of them moving to opposite ends of the house and only interacting at work. It took years to divorce him simply because it was a lot of work and she wasn’t looking into other romantic interests so there was little point. Until she met you and suddenly the idea of being with someone for love became desirable. Whether you returned her affections or not (and she’s so grateful you did), it made her realize that life would be better if she was no longer tied to Lucio.

Nadia is the most professionally dressed, but still manages to be incredibly sexy. She rocks a pantsuit like nobody’s business. Everything is designer and tailored for a perfect fit.

Julian:

Not a doctor, but he is a Paramedic. He’d tried to go into the medical program, but went through a rough mental breakdown and had to drop out. He later joined the EMT program because he still wanted to help save lives. Eventually he worked his way into becoming a Paramedic and now he’s trying again to get into Med School.

On his days off he keeps busy working at the local theater, either as an actor or as a mentor to their summer program for kids. During off seasons, he’ll also pick up a shift or two working at the local bar. He just can’t seem to relax, but that also means his body gets very little rest between the long shifts he works as a Paramedic. Meeting you changed that though. Instead of spending his free time itching for something to do, he is more than happy to just laze about cuddling you (and possibly fall asleep in your arms. Please get him to do this. He needs sleep).

Like any good former Emo, Julian has returned to his roots, wearing a mostly black wardrobe with dark accenting colors, except it’s all more tasteful now. It’s less depressed hot topic teen and more Byronic vampire lord.

Muriel:

Runs an urban ranch with a focus on both sustainability and rehabilitation. Rescues a lot of larger livestock from being put down due to injuries or defects and either brings them back to health then passes them off to another farm, or keeps them himself if it’s a severe case. He also gets a lot of chickens every spring when families think they would make cute gifts then don’t actually want to care for them.

The ranch started as a part time hobby after he retired from wrestling. It had been fun to use strength to entertain people, but fans were getting blood thirsty and wanted more brutal fights. It was too much for him, so he left and started up the farm while trying to find a new career. You helped him set up a social media account and vlog of the ranch, which took off almost immediately. He swears they just love to see the animals, but you know it’s because he will sometimes work shirtless. With all the new support, the farm was able to grow into a full operation and get to the point where it could finance itself (though it still receives donations daily).

Muriel chooses function over fashion. It’s not that he doesn’t own nice things, just that they have to be good working clothes first and foremost. Lots of jeans and flannels (when he wears a shirt).

Portia:

She got her start in event planning for Nadia and Lucio’s company, but always had dreams of opening up her own business instead. After years of saving up money, and getting financial advice from Nadia, Portia was finally able to open a combination cat café and bookstore. It’s the only place in town where you can walk out with a new adventure and traveling buddy. Most of the cats are up for adoption, except a few regulars including her own Siamese Pepi that she brings to work with her.

In her spare time, Portia likes to garden and go on hikes. She just loves being surrounded by nature. She’s also always ready for an adventure, be it a scavenger hunt date in town with you, or a several day white water rafting trip, complete with beach camping, bonfires and spooooky stories. There’s rarely a dull day for you two as even a cozy day at home can turn fun quickly. She’s a master at making blanket forts.

Portia has mastered balancing being both sexy and low key a garden witch. Likes to wear layers and bright colors, but it never comes off as gaudy. Her wardrobe can range from super professional (a left over from her days as event planner) to ready for the renaissance faire.

Lucio:

Lucio lived his whole life off mommy and daddy money. He got a degree in business, and expected to be handed the company when he graduated, but was told he’d have to start from the ground up. Instead he used his charm to worm his way into a top position at a highly desirable company, and eventually inherited the role of CEO when the former one retired. He’s not particularly business smart, but he wasn’t afraid to be cut throat and could schmooze like no one’s business.

When Nadia eventually filed for divorce, there was a fight over all of their assets, and upon his lawyer’s advice he enrolled in therapy. At first he only went for appearances, but then the therapist managed to open him up, show him all his trauma and insecurities. He started to go regularly after that and made a commitment to be a better person. After he met you he was thankful that he kept up with therapy because now he can be the person you deserve. He still spoils the hell out of you though because he’s got money so why not spend it.

Lucio wears only big name designer clothes, even if the taste is…questionable. He likes to show off wearing pristine whites and lots of gold jewelry. Doesn’t care about people’s views on masculinity and won’t leave the house without a heel or winged eyeliner.

[iblewthewhistle]

Intruder

It’s just after midnight when Frank feels a hand shaking his shoulder, and he half sits up, when he hears the hushed whispers.

“Stay with your brother. Don’t come upstairs no matter what you hear. When Frank wakes up, tell him to call the police.”

“Daddy…”

“I have to go back for Mom. Stay here.”

Frank sits up, and blinks through the dark. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Someone bad is in the house.”

His blood runs cold and his hand shot out for his phone, pulling on his clothes quickly, hiding his own pale, gangly limbs in blackness. He dialled quickly, and held his phone to his ear.

“911, what is the nature of your emergency?”

“Someone’s broken into the house. I’m in the basement with my brothers, send help.”

As the operator asked for the address, Frank slipped his mask over his face, before telling them. “I…I’m with my brothers. I have a knife. I don’t want them to get hurt. I need to keep them safe.”

He quickly directs Nick and Jack towards the bean bag, and hides them behind the furniture, and, raising a finger up to his lips as he tucks another discarded hoodie over them.

Frank drops the phone, and quickly snatches up his knife from it’s stand. He stands, waiting, just behind the stairs up into the house. The operator is shouting at him from the phone, desperate to help him.

It opens and feet stamp down. “Fuck. FUCK! Where are you, dickhead!?” The phone is quickly silenced with a swift crunch.

The balaclava clad man turns and Frank watches as he flinches at the mere sight of his mask. As the man draws closer, Frank waits, barely breathing, his heartbeat thundering in his own ears as he stares at the man as he approaches, towering up over him. “Fuckin’ spooky dummy.”

As his hand raises to hit him, Frank strikes. One stab, straight into the neck. The man gurgles as he slides down to the floor, and Frank yanks the blade free, unconciously rubbing the back of his hand in a smear onto the mouth of the mask. He moves again, listening intently.

Lisa is screaming somewhere. Frank slides the mask up and steps backwards towards where his brothers are hiding. There’s another set of footsteps, and a light shines into his eyes, momentarily blinding him.

“Police, freeze!”

“Drop the knife!”

Frank obediently lowers the blade to the ground, his hands caught as he is led out of the basement. The man on the floor lets out another gurgle, and Frank opens his mouth.

“Mister, my brothers are in here, behind me. Don’t let them see it. Please.”

“You’re a kid.” The officer holding him turns to see two more scared faces. “Oh, fuck. Okay kids, I got you. Go with your brother upstairs, do not look right.” Frank is released, and Nick and Jack quickly grab at his hands. They look resolutely at the wall as they go upstairs.

“He came down here. I was protecting them.”

The kids are ushered towards Waylon and Lisa, the former with a black eye, and Lisa looking wild eyed and frantic. Frank steps outside and suddenly realises he’s barefoot, with blood on his hands. He looks down, ashamed. He wonders if he’ll be convicted after all, taken from this small slice of heaven.

“Looks like the teen stabbed him in self defence. He’ll live. Gonna need statements from everyone.” The officer lets out a sigh. “Kid, we’ll be taking your knife and…mask.” A door is opened and they are ushered together into the back of a police car, Lisa and the boys in one, Frank and Waylon in another.

Frank stares at his own bloodied hands as the officers talk around the vehicle. Hands reach over and pull him into a hug, even as he tries to avoid covering Waylon in blood. He gives up, and he clings tight, eyes closing, even as the car pulls away from the other flashing lights of the house.

[omgrachwrites]

These Violent Ends - Chapter One

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter Parker is your twin brother's best friend so naturally, you are off limits which is fine for the both of you. But, when tragedy strikes, everything changes between you and Peter. Spider- Man/ The Punisher crossover.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, minor character death, mentions of suicide, everyone lives au.

Words: 2522

Disclaimer: This will not contain any spoilers for the new movie! And I'm so sorry if the Italian is wrong!

A/N: Hope you guys had an amazing Christmas! This is the first part of my Peter fic and if you guys like it then I'll be putting one of my Loki fics on hold! Also, this will be quite a dark fic, but I hope you enjoy this part and let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Chapter I

The last Saturday of summer had always been reserved for a family night, though your younger sister, Lisa managed to get out of it because she didn’t come back from summer camp until tomorrow. Usually, you resented family night, opting to sneak out afterwards to go to Flash Thompson’s last party of the summer. However, you didn’t feel like it this year because you knew that your ex-boyfriend, Max would be there.

About three weeks ago you had discovered that Max had been unfaithful to you so you broke up with him, and the only person you had told was your mom. Initially, you had been heartbroken, you’d been together for three years, but now you felt a bit better about the whole situation because the sadness had turned to anger. You would rather be angry than heartbroken; you didn’t want to mope around for any longer.

You smiled at your mom, Maria as you walked into the glorious smelling kitchen, there were notes of garlic and herbs in the air, “smells amazing, mom.”

Maria grinned at you as she kissed your hair, “thank you baby, you look like you’re feeling better.”

You shrugged as you snagged a handful of grated cheese, ignoring the way she tutted at you, “yeah, I’m okay. Max is a huge jerk.”

Maria laughed and was about to reply, when the back door banged open and your twin brother Frankie walked in, spattered with mud and carrying a football, he’d spent most of his summer playing soccer. He was going to be the Captain of the football team this year, senior year.

“Hey, mom, is it cool if Peter comes to dinner tonight?” he asked as he got a bottle of grape soda from the fridge.

Maria smiled, “of course darling, I really like Peter.”

You scoffed and leaned against the kitchen counter, “only because Peter keeps him out of trouble because he’s such a loser.”

Frankie and Peter had been friends for years, and it was the most unlikely pairing because Frankie was popular and on the football team, while Peter was in the decathlon team, but it seemed like Frankie didn’t really care about the status quo, not like you did.

“Y/N!” your mom said sternly as she frowned at you.

Frankie narrowed his eyes as he glared at you, it was remarkable how much he looked like your dad when he did that, “oh dear, I’m terribly sorry, Y/N,” he started sarcastically, “I forgot that unfortunately we can’t be all as popular as you and Max. Where is he anyway? I haven’t seen the little shit in ages.”

“We broke up.”

Frankie’s face fell and he looked apologetic – an expression he rarely wore – “what happened?”

You raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “he cheated on me so I dumped him.”

Frankie cursed beneath his breath, the angry look fixed on his face again, “he’s not playing on the team this year I’m going to kill him!”

“Who are we killing?” your godfather, Billy Russo laughed as he walked into the kitchen with your dad, Frank.

Your mom sighed as she turned round with her hands on her hips, fixing all four of you with a stern look, “we have a perfectly good living room! Why don’t you all go in there instead of distracting me?” she laughed as she shooed all four of you out into the hallway.

Frankie looked at Billy and your dad, “we’re killing Y/N’s ex-boyfriend, Max.”

There was a look of immense relief on Frank’s face, “thank god you’ve got rid of that tool! You’re much better without him sweetheart,” he smiled as he wrapped and arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead.

“Thanks, dad,” you laughed.

“Frankie, if you don’t get a shower before Peter comes then you’re not joining us for dinner!” your mom shouted from inside the kitchen.

You smirked at your brother, “she’s right, you do pong a little,” you laughed when Frankie gave you the finger and traipsed up the stairs, bouncing his muddy ball onto the carpet as he went. Mom was going to kill him.

You were helping Maria set the dining room table when the doorbell rang, making you jump slightly, “can you get that for me love? It’ll be Peter,” she smiled as she lit some vanilla scented candles, you sighed and nodded, “be nice, Y/N,” she warned you.

“Of course,” you mumbled beneath your breath, it’s not like you hated Peter or anything, you just didn’t know him and you had no desire to get to know him.

You pulled open the door and acknowledged the curly haired boy with a nod of your head, he smiled at you as he hitched his bag higher onto his shoulder, “hey Y/N.”

“Hi Peter, come on in,” you stepped aside to let him in and he smiled at you gratefully, “Frankie’s upstairs, you can go on up.”

“Thanks,” he smiled and looked through to the kitchen, “hi Mr and Mrs Castle, Mr Russo,” he waved politely and all three adults beamed.

“Hey Pete,” your dad grinned, it was clear that everyone loved Peter.

Dinner was great that night, everyone was getting on and the conversation was flowing freely as you all sampled your mom’s delicious food. Billy was talking about his security company, Anvil and Peter seemed really interested, it looked like he was hanging onto Billy’s every word. You wouldn’t have thought that Peter would be interested in something like Anvil.

There was a short lull in the conversation where Frankie caught your eye with a smirk on his face and you raised an eyebrow at him questioningly as you sipped your soda, he looked over at your mom and gestured to his food, “the food is great mom but it could really do with some more salt,” he joked.

You let out a surprised laugh while Peter gasped and Billy snorted into his food, your dad had to look away to keep himself from laughing.

Maria narrowed her eyes at her son, if looks could kill then Frankie would be six feet under, “oh, tu maiale ingrato,” she tried to sound stern but you could hear the laughter in her voice.

Frankie gasped, “I have no idea what you’ve just said but it sounded very offensive,” your brother wasn’t really interested in learning Italian, “seriously, what did you just call me?”

“An ungrateful pig,” you and Peter said in unison and you glanced up at Peter in surprise to see a faint blush painted across his cheeks.

“I didn’t know that you knew Italian,” you remarked as you shovelled in a forkful of pasta.

“I didn’t expect you to know something like that,” he mumbled, his eyes widening a second later as he glanced over at your dad nervously, “I just mean, we don’t really talk all that much so how could you have known?” he laughed nervously and you smirked at his shyness.

Your mom quickly changed the subject, throwing a meaningful look at you “are you guys sneaking off to Flash’s party tonight?”

You choked on your soda as you exchanged panicked looks with Peter and Frankie, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” at your blatant lie, Billy snickered around his beer but managed to pass it off as a cough.

Your dad only chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, “you think we don’t know? We weren’t born yesterday, Y/N. We left you to it because we trust you and sneaking out is a normal teenage thing.”

You smiled at your dad before shaking your head, “I won’t be going but I’ve told Flash that he needs to save me some cake,” you laughed.

Peter frowned over at you, “I don’t mean to be nosy but why aren’t you going, Y/N? Won’t Max be there?”

“We broke up, Peter.”

Peter’s face drained of colour as he bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair, “sorry, Y/N,” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied with a smile.

Frankie snickered as he looked between you and Peter, shaking his head when you gave him a questioning look, “don’t worry about her, Pete, she’s been shut up in her room for most of the summer,” he smirked, to which you rolled your eyes, tempted to give him the finger.

“I’ll have you know that I’ve been working on a project that hopefully will help Tony Stark and The Avengers.”

Peter perked up, looking delighted, “I’m sure he’ll be grateful for the help, Y/N,” he grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Later on, when Frankie and Peter were leaving for Flash’s party, Frankie glanced at you from over his shoulder, “are you sure that you don’t want to come?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.

Forcing a smile, you shook your head, though you were mostly alright with the breakup, you still didn’t want to see Max flirting with everyone in sight. Because, you knew that he would be, “no thanks, don’t forget the cake,” you warned with a laugh.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” Peter smirked at Frankie.

“Thanks, Peter,” you laughed and Frankie held up his hands in mock surrender.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you guys are ganging up on me together,” he chuckled, “if I happen to see Max, I’m going to kick his ass.”

“You’re the real MVP, Frankie,” you laughed as he bade you goodbye with a lazy salute, before walking out the front door with Peter. They didn’t have to sneak out this year.

You decided to go to bed early that night because your mom and dad ended up snuggled on the sofa with a bottle of red wine, and Billy had a date. Over the past few weeks, you had got out of the habit of constantly checking your phone, but tonight you just couldn’t help it. Nothing. You weren’t completely sure what you were looking for. Closure, perhaps? An explanation?

With a sigh, you walked into your bedroom and threw your phone onto your bed, you were just going to go straight to bed but you decided to work some more on your project. The formula needed to be refined before you presented it to Mr Stark. When you were struggling to keep your eyes open, you finally climbed into your warm bed and fell into a dreamless sleep within seconds.

On your last day of freedom, you woke up bright and early, feeling refreshed and made your way downstairs. You were filled with delight when you walked into the kitchen and saw cupcakes from Flash’s party on the counter, you didn’t see the way your parents were eyeing you with worry. You picked up a cupcake and laughed at the Spider-Man frosting.

“God, Flash is so obsessed,” you smiled as you turned to face your parents, your smile dropped when you saw the horrified looks on their faces, “what? What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling worry fill your chest.

“Y/N,” your mom sighed, before hesitating as if she was trying to gather her thoughts, “when was the last time you saw or heard from Max?”

You sighed, putting the cupcake down, confused as to why she was bringing this up, “I saw him a few days ago at the grocery store. Why?”

“Sweetheart,” your dad started as he reached out for you, “he was found this morning off a trail in the woods.”

“Found?” you frowned, you didn’t like the sound of that at all.

Frank sighed as he exchanged a worried look with Maria, “I’ll try and put this as delicately as I can, Y/N. Max was found in the woods with his wrists slashed, it looks like he’s been there for a day or two at the most, it seems like he did it to himself. It’s not public knowledge yet but his parents gave us a call earlier this morning, they wanted you to know. I’m so sorry darling.”

For a second, you felt nothing, and then your brain finally registered his words and you felt faint, tears springing to your eyes.

“Y/N, sweetie, are you okay?” your mom’s voice sounded as though it was underwater.

“I’m going to be sick,” you managed to say before you ran out of the room and emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Tears streamed down your face, Max was dead? It was hard to believe that he’d killed himself.

You didn’t know how deal with your feelings, you should be troubled and sad, maybe, the reality hadn’t sunken in yet. You jumped when you felt a gentle, cool hand on your back, you didn’t even hear anyone come into the bathroom. You turned around and saw with embarrassment that it was Peter, he had a look of concern on his face and he was holding a glass of water. His hair was curly and his eyes were sleepy as he rubbed them with one hand.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as he handed it to you.

“Are you sick?” he asked and you shook your head.

“No, I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Peter shrugged with a small smile, “I don’t mind,” he sat next to you as you drained the glass of water like it was the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted, “wanna talk about it?”

You scoffed a little, “no, but I’m sure that you’ll find out in a couple of days anyway. Max was found dead in the woods, he killed himself,” you whispered, it sounded so awful to say out loud.

Peter’s eyes widened and he looked horrified but he seemed to snap out of it pretty quickly so he could comfort you, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. How are you feeling?”

You were grateful that he didn’t ask you if you were okay, because of course you weren’t. You shrugged, “I should be heartbroken, I should be sobbing on this floor right now but I hardly feel anything, like I’m numb.”

Peter nodded, it looked like he knew what you were talking about, “everybody deals with grief differently but I was the same way after my Uncle died.”

“How long did it take for reality to set in?”

Peter bit his lip, “a couple of days,” he hesitated, running his fingers through his hair, “look, I know this is probably the longest conversation we’ve ever had but you can talk to me about this if you need to. Anytime.”

“Thank you, Peter,” you smiled at him.

“Everything alright, guys?” Frankie said from the doorway as he looked between you and Peter with an unreadable expression on his face.

You forced a smile, “yeah! You guys are going to the beach today, right?”

Frankie nodded, running a hand through his hair, “we really should get going, Pete.”

Peter bit his lip as he looked at you and you smiled, “I’ll be fine, go.”

Peter nodded as he got to his feet, “remember what I said, Y/N?” he bit his lip as he looked at you almost shyly.

“Of course, thanks Pete,” you nodded, ignoring the suspicious look on Frankie’s face.

[infinitegalahad]

GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER

"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody

Gif Credit: @ymagor

A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!

Taglist: @theboardwalkbody @contrabandhothead

Masterlist

NATE FICK-

Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.

He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.

So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."

And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.

So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.

So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea

And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️

"Hey, c'mere."

The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."

Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.

"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"

Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.

"Why would I?"

BRAD COLBERT-

Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t

Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.

When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.

Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.

You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.

While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.

But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.

“You’re beautiful.”

Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting. 

RAY PERSON-

THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.

He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.

So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.

“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“

Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.

Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.

Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.

“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”

It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.

POKE ESPERA-

Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!

Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.

But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.

Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.

So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.

An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.

While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.

“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”

“I can’t wait to kiss you.”

“Your eyes stole all of my words away”

And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.

You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”

You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.

WALT HASSER-

Here comes our favourie country pumpkin

Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world

Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)

So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are

Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!

Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.

“Walt?”

He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”

“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”

Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my

RUDY REYES-

Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.

So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.

First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.

Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.

You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.

Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing  exercises do actually help.

EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-

Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭

I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.

But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.

Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,

“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”

Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”

So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.

Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.

The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!

Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.

He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.

“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”

DOC BRYAN-

The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR

Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.

He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in

Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.

Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.

Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.

When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.

But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.

After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.

[mediicusvitae]

who are you ?

NAME: Lisa! 

STAR SIGN: Pisces 🐟🐟

HEIGHT: 163cm | 5′3ft

MIDDLE NAME: Lisa, which confuses a lot of people lmao. My third name is Valeria though. 

PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. FIRST 6 SONGS?

Flat Random Noise by Hurricane Dean

Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths 

The Fields Of Ard Skellig (Extended) by Marcin Przybyłowicz 

Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead 

Mozart: Die Zauberflöte, K. 620, Act 2: “Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen” (Königin)

The Maid on the Shore by Jaime Jaffe

EVER HAD A POEM / SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? I honestly can’t remember!

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? Probably the last time I listened to my favorite album and decided to goof around haha

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE & A SOUND YOU LOVE? I can’t stand the sound of people chewing, or repetitive noises like a clock ticking. I love the sound of water: Rain, rivers, the ocean. It’s so soothing to me.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? Not unless it’s 2am and I need to grab a glass of water from the kitchen without the lights on c’:

HOW ABOUT ALIENS? I can see alien life existing in the sense of organisms on another planet, but not how Hollywood portrays them.

DO YOU DRIVE? I do and I hate it c’: It makes me incredibly anxious to drive and I haven’t driven all by myself yet but I’m slowly getting more confident because I have to do it once a week to visit the family. 

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? Not yet, I came pretty close one time when a deer jumped right in front of the car but thankfully it was far enough away that I could honk it back into the forest. 

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? I recently started reading The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger, I’m just a few chapters in so I don’t really know how to feel about it yet. Before that I finally finished Der Schwarm (The Swarm: A Novel of the Deep) by Frank Schätzing, which was grand!

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. 

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? The Demon Slayer movie! 

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? I’ve had surgical pains and broken bones a plenty, but I’d rather not go into detail about those.   

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? One Piece, writing/drawing and playing video games! Elden Ring has captivated me but I keep dying every ten minutes whoops 

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES? It really depends on what happened. I don’t have enough space in my heart to hate people, so if somebody did something severe that I can’t forgive they probably aren’t part of my life anymore.  

IN A RELATIONSHIP? Yes ♡

Tagged by @lunalyt​​ - Thank you, Darts!ヾ(´∀`* ) 

Tagging: @ikkaku-of-heart, @medicus-mortem, @umbrx, @iiryoku, @viciousbite, @heavenlyborne​ and anyone that hasn’t done this yet!

[hotchkiss-and-tell]

Dates or Time of Year for Each Nancy Drew Game

whatamagicalplace made one of these charts last year. Those efforts gave me a starting point but I wanted to tweak it after doing my own research. I decided to share my final result since my version differs from hers in several ways. My reasoning for each game is discussed below; but if you have any evidence to add, feel free.

SCK: Nancy says in the opening letter she took a semester off school to visit Eloise in Florida. The banners for Senior Prom are still prominent throughout the school and the event is scheduled for May 23. Game takes place in a single day but that day could be any time in late spring semester prior to May 23.

SCK2: Homecoming banners are prominent and the event is scheduled for Sept 23. A flyer with Jake’s secret messages has a date of Sept 05, so let’s assume Jake was still alive then. The game says Nancy is there to investigate after Jake was murdered “last week.” That could mean three to seven days after the murder since it happened on a Thurs. Thus Remastered takes place in a single day but that day could be anywhere from Sept 08 to 22.

STFD: Nov 13 (confirmed with calendar). Game takes place for as many days and nights as player needs.

MHM: “Winter Festival” and Charlie studying for finals indicates late Nov to early Dec. Newspaper about the lost gold at the end is dated Mar 03; it could’ve been published after money settlement and the renovations completed though. Game takes place for as many days and nights as player needs.

TRT: December. The Spanish letter from Lisa’s friend is dated Nov 30 and acknowledges that Lisa is already in Wisconsin. By now, time should be well into Dec. 

FIN: Possibly Nov (game’s release) but there are no confirmed dates on anything. It’s likely during the school year since Maya is doing the interview for the student newspaper. Game takes place over three days.

SSH: Calendar on Henrik’s desk is for the month of April. The book version takes place during the DC Cherry Blossom parade which usually occurs last week of March or early April. Game takes place for as many days as player needs. (Early April timeline would match with end of game trailer and dates for DOG.)

DOG: Jeff’s calendar is open to April. Culprit’s log book says Sally is due to move in to the cabin on April 19. Sally says she spent four weeks at Moon Lake, implying the game starts May 18. But I really don’t see Jeff’s character forgetting to change the calendar, so either Sally moved in early or she means four weeks total including seeing the property, bidding, and the final sale plus moving in. And let’s remember there’s no safe water source, so it’s unlikely Sally could live there for four weeks straight. Sally says the dogs howled a full week before they attacked the house and then they appeared every night since; maybe Sally lasted 9-14 days with the ghost dogs. The game could likely begin anywhere between Apr 28 and May 18. Then continue for as many days and nights as the player needs.

CAR: Culprit’s emails with black market dealer date from May 23 through June 04. Harlan’s appt book opens to June 09-13 with the significant clue on June 10. Game is a single day, likely on June 10, but could be as early as June 05.

DDI: June 17 (confirmed with calendar). Single day of gameplay.

SHA: Sept 15 to 17. Nancy’s airline ticket confirms arrival date in AZ. Timeline of the game takes place in three days. (Tex’s b-day is Sept 16!)

CUR: This is anybody’s guess. Hugh and Linda were married Aug 22. The lawyer’s letter to Mrs. Drake states Linda must live at the manor for another three months to fulfill the “six-month-habitation-clause” and those six months must be consecutive in the first year of marriage. Game could be late Nov at the earliest. However, frogs are chirping when Nancy arrives at the manor which is a spring thing and Bess and George say they are attending sailing camp. The fact that no one is suggesting that Linda can leave due to health reasons and start the six months over when she’s well again makes me think the year is half gone already. So the game could also be taking place in April or May at the latest.

CLK: May 07 (confirmed with calendar). Single day of gameplay.

TRN: We see snow in Copper Gorge, but it’s in Colorado and snow can be any time of year there. Frank and Lori are wearing the puffy vests and everyone else has jackets and sweaters. Fatima says it’s the off-season now and summer is the busy season. Makes me think winter is my best guess.

DAN: Game takes place for as many days as player needs. The newspaper on Day 1 is dated Aug 28. Newspapers continue to appear through Sept 06, which publishes that the journalists are negotiating for raises and the sounds of the impending strike are occurring outside JJ’s apartment. Day 11 (Sept 07) and onward have no more newspapers appear on the kitchen table. Let’s say Aug 28 to Sept 07 for simplicity.

CRE: Mike’s calendar is set to March. Quigley’s tape recorder log updates as of Mar 28. Craven’s shipping records say his latest sample was sent to Aikens Biotech on Apr 09. Game takes place in a single day, probably Apr 09 or 10. (Mike just hasn’t turned over the calendar yet)

ICE: Newspaper in the lodge is dated Jan 13. Elsa’s resignation letter is dated Jan 15. Lodge computer says Lupe checked in on Jan 15 and she noticed the lack of maid services for days. Game likely takes place that same week, starting maybe Jan 18 at the earliest, and lasts over several days and nights.

CRY: May 31 (confirmed with calendar). Single day of gameplay.

VEN: Newspaper in the Ca’ terrace says chalice was stolen “this morning” and the police records say the theft happened Jan 25. When Nancy nabs Nico on the stakeout, the next day’s newspaper is dated Feb 03. Since game takes place over several days, it likely plays from Jan 25 to Feb 03.

HAU: Night of May 28. The wedding is set for June 01. The end dialogue says Kyler and Matt couldn’t stop saying “I love you” from when the rocket launched to four days later, which was their wedding day.

RAN: The float plane pilot says resorts like Dread Isle shut down in the summer for “hurricane season” in the Bahamas. And the game was released in July. Since we see the map that charts all of Nancy’s past cases (including HAU) so the game is after the wedding on Jun 01. But there is no reference to the current date aside from “summer.” Single day of gameplay.

WAC: The essay Mel receives from her teacher with the plagiarist comments is dated Nov 21. Since two more nights of sleep are required to trigger events in the game, we can figure that the game takes place from Nov 21 to 23.

TOT: Scott’s calendar is open to May and filled in with code until the 19th. The log book of precipitation is filled out until May 24. Game likely takes place from May 20 to 25.

SAW: The TE-Japan brochure in Nancy’s teacher tote says her exchange program runs from Jun 01 to Sept 15 with different durations of 2 weeks, 3-4 weeks, and 5-8 weeks. With no specific date in the game and the player taking as many days and nights as needed to solve the mystery, we have to settle for saying it takes place in “summer.”

CAP: Karl’s daily calendar is on page March 12. When Nancy finds the final forged email from “Markus” she remarks that it has tomorrow’s date, which is Mar 13. Game is a single night of play on Mar 12.

ASH: Newspaper and police report of Nancy’s arrest say the game is done in a single day of August 18. The fire took place on Aug 17.

TMB: It’s the desert and there are no dates on any clue in the game. Since Lily is a student and Abdullah and Jon are professors, perhaps the game takes place in summer between any busy semester/class schedules.

DED: Ellie’s notepad in the control booth says she gave the coil demo to Nancy on Oct 29. Nancy arrived in daylight hours but since Ellie is on the night shift, the demo could have taken place on either side of midnight which means the game could start on either Oct 28 or 29. (Nancy arrived 10/28, night fell and midnight passed, then Ellie gives demo 10/29 OR Nancy arrives 10/29, night fell and it’s not midnight yet, then Ellie gives the demo still on 10/29.) Game continues for as many days and nights as the player needs.

GTH: Jessalyn’s phone recorded her bachelorette party antics from the night of Oct 27 to early morning of Oct 28. Addison says Jess had vanished for the second time after sun-up. It is unclear how many days Jessalyn has been missing before Nancy arrives on the island. Nancy was deep asleep when Savannah calls her for help, which means Jess has been gone at least a full day. Then Nancy arrives on the island at night which either means it’s evening on the same day of Savannah’s call or another day has passed by the time Nancy gets there. Oct 29 is the earliest possibility. Game takes place over three nights. Likely set between Oct 29 and Nov 01.

SPY: The newspaper reports that July 14 is near and it will be the eighth anniversary of Revenant’s first attack. Alec’s letter documents that his sister was kidnapped on the first of the month and has not been seen since. Game takes place between Jul 02 and 14. While Nancy cannot sleep or change the time of day, it is hard to believe that traveling back and forth throughout Scotland’s towns and the different phases of the spy operation all take place in a single day.

MED: Summer in the southern hemisphere, so datewise it’s set between Dec and Feb. Again there’s no sleep or time of day transitions but the elimination rounds likely take place over several days.

LIE: Employee timecards are recorded through July 05, the artifact exchange log is filled out through July 06, and the packing slip on the open crate says received July 06. Game is a single day of play, likely on July 06 or 07.

SEA: Soren’s winter guest log says Nancy is visiting in January. Game takes place for as many days and nights as player needs.

MID: Minion’s plane ticket TO Austria where the game begins is dated Oct 26 and the game goes into Halloween.

[152glasslippers]

it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it

Summary: She doesn’t say anything, and maybe he shouldn’t press, but she has to know: He’ll cook her dinner and drive her upstate, drive her to the lumber yard and spend hours helping her stretch new canvas. He’ll help her carry her groceries, help her hang a new painting. He’ll teach her to weld, teach her to box, teach her anything she wants to know, give her anything, as long as she knows he’s here for this, too.

“You want to tell me what happened today?”

Artist/widower/neighbors AU.

For @songof-thelark, who also prompted, “Anything that has Karen telling Frank about her family…with him calling her father a worthless fuck.” I’m only too happy to oblige. 😘

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7

chapter 8: forgiveness

Frank is in the living room with Frankie playing Minecraft when he hears the front door open, Lisa coming home after spending the afternoon at her friend’s, one of the girls in her class who lives in the building.

“Living room!” Frankie shouts, and Frank elbows him in the ribs.

“Think the whole building heard you, kid.”

Frankie grins, sheepish but unapologetic, and Lisa appears in the doorway, still wearing her backpack.

“You have fun, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, we did our nails.” She waves her fingers at them. “Have you talked to Karen today?”

The hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“No. Why?”

“I ran into her on my way to Avery’s. She seemed really upset.” Lisa glances down at her shoes and back up again. “She looked like she’d been crying,” she says quietly.

“You should go check on her.” Frankie tears his eyes away from the TV. “She’s always there for us when we’re sad.” And Frank knows he’s thinking about the day Karen brought him home from school. She’d told him later, in vague terms, that Frankie had been crying about Maria.

“You guys okay for a bit?”

Lisa drops her backpack and crosses the room over to him, takes his controller and plops down on the couch next to Frankie.

“We’ll be fine.”

He kisses them each on the head and then he’s out the door and across the hall, knocking on Karen’s door with the same urgency as that first day.

She doesn’t answer.

He knocks again, harder. No answer. The light is on in her apartment, peeking out from under the doorframe. He bangs on the door, unable to explain his rising panic even to himself.

Nothing.

Maybe she doesn’t want to see anyone. Maybe she can’t hear him. He absolutely does not consider all of the worst possible reasons why she might not be able to come to the door.

He fumbles in his pocket for his keys. They’d swapped weeks ago, but he’s never had a reason to use it. He’s overreacting, he knows. He lets himself in.

“Karen? Karen!”

His brain and his body fall back into an old rhythm, sweeping her apartment like he’s clearing rooms on a strike team. Living room empty. Kitchen empty. Bedroom empty. He’s running on autopilot, moving quickly, too quickly to draw the most obvious conclusion. He barges into the bathroom, swinging the door open.

She’s in the bathtub.

Bubbles up to her shoulders, water soaking into the hair escaping the bun at the base of her neck.

She turns her head to stare at him.

“Frank!”

He walks a few paces into the room so he can see her, breathing hard, adrenaline racing.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She lifts an arm out of the water to gesture at herself. “I’m in the tub.”

He exhales. His heart rate starts to slow.

“You’re fine.”

“I really am. What did you think…?”

“The light was on, and you weren’t answering. I thought…I don’t know what I thought.” He shrugs, helpless, as understanding comes. “I thought if something was wrong, I didn’t want to hesitate.”

Karen watches him, concern and empathy in her eyes, and it all catches up with him at once. She’s naked and in the bathtub. He stormed into her bathroom and then stayed. His face heats. His heart picks up again, but this time from embarrassment.

“Jesus Christ.” He turns away from her, gripping the sink. “Karen, I—I’m so sorry.”

read the rest on ao3

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Watch Her Sleep by L.T. Vargus & Tim McBain

Detective Charlotte Winters #3

 Fast-paced and intense from beginning to end – this book captured my interest immediately and did not kept me focused till the bitter end. Great addition to the series!

 What I liked:

* Charlie: complicated, conflicted, intelligent, focused, has conversations with her deceased twin, strong, lethal when necessary.

* Easy to read.

* Pacing

* That it seemed possible.

* The suspense building.

* Wondering about Will Crawford and what his role will be in the series

* That it was case-oriented with only a snippet about romance.

* References to people in previous stories and wanting to see more of them: Zoe, Paige, Frank, Will

* That the baddie was eventually dealt with.

 What I didn’t like

* The baddie – someone it was easy to dislike and wish dealt with.

* Knowing that such things do happen in real life.

* A comment – not a dislike – this is a series better read in order as some characters that are major players in Charlie’s life just appear in this book without much reference to their pasts and how they are important to her.

 Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? I believe I would.

Thank you to NetGalley and Bookouture for the ARC - This is my honest review.

 4-5 Stars

     BLURB

 Nestled in the autumn leaves, her hair tangled in thick brambles, the girl looks like she could be sleeping amongst the wild roses. But the trail of red across her delicate throat means this is a slumber she will never wake from…

When a search party trawling Salem Island find a girl’s body curled on the damp earth, the hunt for missing waitress Emma Jacobis grinds to a devastating halt. The day before, Emma had come to Detective Charlie Winters convinced someone was watching her. In her trembling hand she held a sketch of herself sleeping peacefully with the stuffed rabbit she’d had since she was a child. On the back, scrawled in black ink: You will be mine… A box containing handwritten letters found under Emma’s bed is Charlie’s first lead. But the handwriting isn’t a match to the note left for Emma. With the help of her new assistant, a troubled girl eager to learn the ropes, Charlie’s only hope is to canvas the bar where Emma worked. There, she finds a woman with fear in her eyes and a terrifying story to tell about an encounter with a dangerous stranger. Is someone in this small town targeting vulnerable girls as prey? Certain she’s found a twisted killer’s hunting ground, and with time running out before he strikes again, Charlie has no choice but to use her new assistant as bait to lure him out into the open. But when a scream pierces through the night, will Charlie survive the consequences? She has to, or there’s no knowing how many more innocent girls will die … An absolutely nail-biting and completely jaw-dropping crime thriller. Fans of Kendra Elliot, Robert Dugoni and Lisa Regan will be left reeling after reading in one sitting!

    L.T. Vargus

Tim McBain

AUTHOR BIO

 L.T. Vargus and Tim McBain are the authors of the Violet Darger series and The Scattered and the Dead series among others, which have collectively tallied over a million downloads. Their book, Dead End Girl, peaked at #3 in the US Kindle charts and has remained in the top 10 in multiple sub-categories since it was published in 2017.

https://ltvargus.com/

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[feferipeixes]

today on The Universe Loves To Fuck With Dipper™: r!Gideon and r!Mabel, but r!Mabel is creepily obsessed with r!Gideon and r!Gideon is into neon and sparkles n shit and Dipper has to go rethink some things

“You’re serious,” Alcor grumbled. “No. You’re not serious.”

Mizar – no, shit, her name is Marion, get it right – sighed dramatically and continued gazing wistfully out the window. “Very serious. Serious as a court injunction.”

Alcor’s eye twitched. “Seriously seriously? I know you like to do stuff that bothers me but… pining after… him??“

“Yeah.” She spun in her chair away from the window and stuck her tongue out at the demon. She grabbed a pillow from her bed that was printed with a photo of a sweetly smiling blond boy, and hugged it tightly to her chest. “He’s the one.”

Alcor glanced at the photo, then back out the window at the same boy sitting on a park bench. He squinted as the boy’s soul came into view – a swirling, misty orb lodged in the boy’s chest that smelled to the demon like hairspray and bolo ties and sang to him with a Southern drawl. Of course this would happen. He’d hoped he’d be able to avoid that soul for at least a few more incarnations, but it looked like the reincarnation cycle was trolling him once again.

He really hadn’t expected though that it would be Mizar who fell in love with Gideon.

“Ahhhh, he’s just so dreamy,” Marion moaned, sliding out of her chair and onto the floor. “I’m gonna hack into all of his social media profiles.”

“Wait, what?” Alcor sputtered, almost falling over in surprise.

“Yeahhhhhh,” she cooed. Lying fully flat on the floor at this point, she grabbed her laptop, rested it on her stomach, and started tapping away. “He strikes me as a ‘uses an obvious personal interest as his password’ kinda guy. I bet it’s ‘glowsticks’. You wanna bet, Alcor? Let’s bet.”

The demon gaped and rushed to look at her computer screen. “How are you doing this? Why are you doing this? Wait, why would it be ‘glowsticks’?”

“Oh, he loves glow sticks. I’ve seen him juggling them in the park.” She did some more typing, and then her face lit up in a way that made Alcor vaguely uncomfortable. “And I’m in! That was so easy. I guess I just know him really well! Mi amor~”

Head literally spinning, Alcor watched Marion scroll down the boy’s Friendbook profile. There were indeed a large number of pictures of him juggling glow sticks, as well as a bunch of him bedazzling sweaters that he’d knitted for dogs. There were photos of glitter cakes he’d baked, of birthday parties he’d thrown for his stuffed animals, of woodland creatures he’d officiated weddings for. There were grateful messages from old people he’d cooked meals for, from hospital patients he’d cheered up, from high schools he’d volunteered to wear a mascot costume for. A descendent of Lisa Frank had personally given him access to the chamber of infinite aesthetic that the Frank family had kept secret for hundreds of years.

Alcor could barely believe it. How could this boy really have Gideon’s soul? He seemed so much more like Mabel than Gideon. And Marion, well…

“You will be mine,” she whispered, blowing a kiss at her screen. “I wonder what would be the best way to get him to realize he loves me. Maybe I’ll hire someone to fake a car crash that he can save me from. He’ll have no choice but to go on a date with me after that.”

Alcor tessered to the Mindscape and curled up into a ball. He needed to rethink things for a while.

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[deweysdenouement]

call me from the road

Interlinking vignettes from a quiet world, told through seven characters across their lives.

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The importance of friendships in a secret spy organisation is not to be underestimated. Love like this can't be explained, only written down.

gen | oneshot | 7.5k

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Dewey is nine years old and in a frightfully boring code-breaking class when Bertrand makes himself known in his life.

He’s been dimly aware of Bertrand’s existence before, of course, as one being trained to spy does not miss the existence of an entire classmate. But Bertrand is a teacher’s pet and a hard worker, so he’s had no reason to commit much detail about him to the library he keeps in his head.

This changes when their teacher hears something about twins and triplets being able to formulate secret languages among themselves, and swaps Frank and Bertrand’s seats. Apparently she’s worried it’ll give them an unfair advantage.

Frank gets up and before Dewey can really note the empty seat next to him, Bertrand is neatly placing his pens and paper on the desk and taking a seat. 

“Hello,” he says, rather formally. “I’m Bertrand.” He sticks his hand out for Dewey to shake and their teacher hushes them. 

“I know who you are,” Dewey whispers back, but takes the handshake. Bertrand has cool, steady hands. His eyes are a striking blueish-grey and they scan Dewey for a moment before he turns back to his work. His tongue pokes out a little when he focuses on writing.

Dewey watches him a little longer, then picks his pen back up. Bertrand accidentally kicks him in the leg a few times as he swings them back and forth, but he doesn’t really mind.

Frank sulks later about being moved, fretting that Dewey is somehow now alone in the world. Ernest rolls his eyes at them and says he should make friends with him. This seems like a reasonable plan. Bertrand is smart and friendly, even if he sometimes rats people out before they can play a prank. He never seems to mean any harm.

Keeping this in mind, Dewey arrives at their next class with the little goal of talking more than he usually does. He’s normally close to silent in most classes, letting Frank do all the talking for both of them, which Frank likes to do because he’s just a tiny bit of a control freak.

It may be starting to get to him that all his friends are really just friends with his brothers who bring him along for the ride. He’s the third part of a package deal, and it would be quite nice to make a friend on his own.

So when Bertrand drops into the seat next to him and offers him a square of chocolate that his mentor gave him, he takes it with a genuine smile.

“Your mentor gives you chocolate?” He asks, flicking through his notebook. “Mine doesn’t give me anything.”

Bertrand smiles at him again. It’s such an uncomplicated smile, just a genuine expression of friendliness. “I firmly believe they should be giving you chocolate,” he says. 

“Thank you for your support,” Dewey replies, laughing a bit. It’s good chocolate as well. They sometimes get some plain chocolate with their dinners, but this is clearly an expensive brand that he’s never had before. Bertrand’s sharing of it is very kind.

He tells his brothers about it later, and Frank huffs a bit about the rules, although he still smiles at him, and Ernest nods wisely.

“You need friends in a place like this,” Ernest says, and Dewey nods and pretends to understand as he reads through his notes and thinks that they are a great deal more interesting with Bertrand next to him.

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“Thank you for your support,” Kit hears Dewey Denouement say to Bertrand, and she briefly twists in her seat to look at them. They’re sitting with their heads bent so close together that they’re practically touching and Dewey’s tiny smile is exactly how she knows that it’s Dewey. Ernest has a wide, bright smile that looks like it’s for absolutely everyone in the room. Frank doesn’t really smile.

“K,” Beatrice says, and she feels a light kick at her shoulder. “If you’re going to stare, don’t make it so obvious.”

Beatrice Baudelaire is something of a force of nature. She never really asked to be friends with Kit, she just sort of blustered into her life one day and never left. Right now, she is sitting on their desk, swinging her skinny legs back and forth. Her knees are bruised, and there’s a plaster on the left one. Kit isn’t sure what she did, but she’s certain it was ridiculous and admirable. Beatrice doesn’t do anything by halves.

“I’m not staring, B,” she hisses back.

“Sure,” Beatrice quips, then swings her legs around and drops into the seat next to Kit. “I know.” She winks, and Kit ducks her head to look at her exercise book, because she’s not sure what to do with her face. “O, is he staring?”

“What?” Olaf, behind them, looks up. “I mean, yeah, probably.” He flushes a little pink.

“Do you have a crush on him?” Beatrice asks.

“Why would I have a crush on D?” Kit scoffs.

Beatrice’s face splits into a wide grin. “I never said I meant D!”

Olaf cackles with laughter.

Damned spy classes.

“I’m bored of boys now,” Beatrice announces before Kit can defend herself. She has this tendency to change topics on a dime. Sometimes it works in Kit’s favour. “What are you writing?”

“Just stuff,” Kit replies, because she doesn’t want to explain her poem.

Their teacher walks in before Beatrice can reply, and she flips open her notebook, tears out a page and scribbles something down whilst the man’s back is turned. Before Kit can ask what she’s written, she folds it into a paper airplane and sends it sailing across the room.

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Something sharp but fragile hits Jacques in the back of his neck, a little pinch on the soft skin. When he whips around, his sister dissolves into a flood of giggles and Beatrice smiles her Mona Lisa smile.

Their teacher isn’t looking, so Jacques picks the paper up off the floor. It’s folded into a paper airplane, but he doesn’t unfold it yet.

“E,” he says to the boy next to him, who is sitting with his shoulders hunched and his fists curled. “Look at this.”

There’s not much to look at, but he likes to draw real smiles out of Ernest when he can. He’s a storm of a child, and it makes him very easy to be friends with, but also impossibly hard. He has a slightly wild tendency towards the unpredictable, and it draws everyone in before he cuts them off in a sudden burst of emotion.

Whatever Beatrice has written, Ernest seems genuinely amused, and he tucks it into his shirt pocket, eyes flickering around the room.

“I don’t suppose you’re going to show me that,” Jacques says eventually.

“One day, Snicket,” Ernest replies absently, expertly folding it into a little crane. “When you’re all grown up.”

“You’re supposed to call me J,” Jacques reminds him, though he likes the way Ernest makes his name sound. It’s kind of nice to hear it from someone else’s mouth. It reminds him that he’s real. 

“I’m supposed to do a lot of things,” Ernest says, his voice measured. “Nothing will make them like me, though.”

“Maybe if you stopped trying to escape.”

“Maybe if they stopped giving me reasons to.”

Jacques doesn’t know how to argue with that, so he just turns back to his work and watches the ink blot grow larger on his paper.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

A Love Like This

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

As requested by anonymous:  Hey can you write a Billy x reader fic where he and the reader are dating ( he loves her and all they are really close) and he tells her about his childhood(that thing with Arthur for example)/mother and she just comforts him and reassures him, I just want lot of fluff and to see Billy’s vulnerable side bc I think it’s really interesting and I love Vulnerable!Billy!🙄 Thank you so much💘

warning: mentions of child abuse and child abandonment

You laid in Billy’s bed, completely tuckered out by the intense love fest you’ve both had. Now you’re here head resting on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. Billy’s fingers are playing with yours. You’re sitting in a comfortable silence. You love it.

“You know...I never thought I’d get something like this.” Billy murmured, his voice a bit raspy from previously groaning out your name with pleasure.

“Get what?”

“A love like this. Someone to hold onto and care for. Someone who didn’t want me for my looks or my money. Someone who wanted me for me, ya know?”

Billy sat up, pulling himself away from you and swung his legs over to sit on the edge of the bed, his back facing you, “I never thought I’d have someone love me and want me entirely.” he sighed, rubbing his hand over his face, “My mom...she was an addict. She thought drugs were more important than her own kid. So she left me on the doorstep of a fire station in Albany. I grew up in a shitty group home where one of the guys who was supposed to take care of us ended up being an abusive fuck.”

You moved over to Billy, wrapping your arms around him from behind, “Billy-”

“There was one day...called me pretty. I knew from the look on his face that something bad was gonna happen. So I took the nearest thing, a stickball bat, and beat him with it a little. I was a kid, so he overpowered me. Ended up breaking my arm.

“From the shit that I’ve seen and grew up with, I just figured that I’d never find love. Any type of love. But then Frank became a brother to me, Maria a sister. Frankie Junior and Lisa were my niece and nephew. Then I lost them and I knew that no one was ever gonna stick around. I pushed people away. I used them like they were using me. And all of it worked for a while...then I met you.

“I was done for when I saw you nearly rip a guy who was twice your size in half.”

“He was harassing those girls. I wasn’t gonna just stand by and watch.”

His back vibrated against your naked chest as he chuckled, “I’m sure you would’ve beaten him to a pulp. I was thinkin’ about how brave you were standing chest to chest that guy, fist in the air ready to strike.”

“Then you swooped in playing knight and shining armour. The girls didn’t even thank me for butting in first. They thanked you and were five seconds away from flashing their tits at you.”

Billy snorted and pat your arms that were still holding them, “I only butt in as an excuse to talk to you. Boy, were you not happy with me.”

“I had it under control.”

“I know, but...I really wanted to talk to you. There was just something about you that pulled me towards you. That sheer ferocity, your beauty. I’m still not sure what brought me to you, but I’m glad it did.” he pulled at your arms so that you were out of bed and you stood in between his legs, “You brought love back into my life, sweetheart. You make me feel deserving of love, your love. Hell, I’ve gone through so much shit, but if in the end I always end up here with you, I’d go through it all over again.”

You softly smiled down at Billy, cupping his face and bending down for a kiss, “I love you, Billy Russo. I’m not going anywhere.”

He kissed you again with a hum, “Good. ‘Cause I’m not lettin’ you leave without a fight.”

[got7thotsss]

Not My Bias- Jinyoung (Purge AU)

Requested: Yep Warnings: Murder, death, blood, violence, there's a joke that could be found offensive towards Christians- if you do get offended I deeply apologise, I just felt like it was needed for the story. Summary: Y/N goes on a small mission to find her bias, unfortunately she's not in a good mood when she finds him. Pairing: Not really a pairing tbh Word Count: 1.7k A/N: This hasn't been reviewed or checked for any errors, so forgive me for any you find

Got7 knew that holding a concert tonight, of all nights, would be a bad idea. They didn’t expect that one of them would be kidnapped by a group of teenage girls though. As Jinyoung sits, bound and gagged on a chair in the middle of a room covered in Black Pink merchandise, he thinks to himself ‘what in the ever-living fuck possessed these girls to kidnap him?’. There’s never been any problems between the two groups. In fact, Lisa and Bambam are practically best friends at this point. “Stop that.” One of the girls snarl at him, he gives her a look of exasperation. “Stop what?” He tries to say, but it comes out as more like “ock ack” The girl raises the bat in her hand at him and gives him a menacing look. He rolls his eyes at her, then looks over to the window. He notices a few people wandering about, some wearing weird outfits and laughing loudly about the murders they’ve committed. He lets out a small sigh, wondering what his band members are currently doing.

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“Come on. We’ve gotta go save him from those crazy anti bitches. I know exactly who did it.” You yell out, after hearing the news of the kidnapping of one of the members from your favourite group. The rest of your friends nod. “Some of us will stay here to finish up, we should all meet up at the safehouse.” Another member of your group says, gesturing towards the three people nailed to large wooden crosses- Jesus is quaking. “Okie dokie, y’all know what to do after you’ve finished your fun.” You respond, shooting your friend a cheeky wink. They all laugh and nod their heads in agreement, then you along with two others of your ten member friendship group start walking away from your previous activity. One of them stops, pulling a knife out of her boot. She spins around and throws the knife in the general direction of the crosses. With a loud thump, followed by an agonising scream, it hits one of the men you strung up directly in the crotch. “Have fun molesting kids now, Mr Jung.” She yells, before the three of you are on your way again. You reach the house in which you believe the antis are holding your sweet, sweet Jinyoung against his will. You guys came up with a plan on the way to the house and plan to follow through, because you aren’t little bitches, like the pricks that decided to kidnap Jinyoung. You walk up to the door and kick near the door handle, successfully causing it to swing open in a dodgy way on its hinges. The four people in the room twist round to look at watch caused the commotion. Jinyoung is bound on a chair, surrounded by three girls, who all look shocked to see you. You stomp through and swing your fist to connect with the closest female’s jaw. She grunts and falls to the ground, clutching her jaw in her hands. Your friends follow behind you, taking on the other two people in the room. One of your friends sending an air kick, the other bringing her knee up in the girl’s crotch. The kid you punch lunges towards you from the floor, only for you to knee her in the nose. Blood gushes out down her face. After a few punches and kicks, even a cheeky elbow from your friend, all three girls are on the floor, beaten and bruised. “I won’t ask again, which of you came up with the brilliant idea of kidnapping Park Jinyoung?” You ask, this is the third time you’ve asked and to be quite frank, you are done with asking. Your two friends are untying Jinyoung behind you. You lift your fist up to strike another punch, only to be met with the girl you’re going to punch, pointing at the one in the middle. You look towards the other with a raised eyebrow. She nods her head, you nod back then finish connecting your fist to the original girl’s face. By now, she’s out cold, “You don’t snitch on friends.” You state angrily, throwing a foot into the other girl’s face. “Y/N, we’re gonna take him to the safehouse. Let us know when you’re on your way.” One of your friends say, to which you nod. They lead Jinyoung out, him hobbling behind them. You turn towards the last girl and shake your head at her. Her face turns white as paper, she shakes her head furiously as you grab her feet and pull her away from her unconscious friends. You step over her, so that you feet are on either side of her chest, her arms pinned to her side. You straddle her chest, laughing at the look of pure terror in her eyes. Pulling the knife out of your boot, you start humming the tune of ‘stop stop it’ under your breath and then trace the blade over her face. Painstakingly slowly, you start to carve letters into her forehead. She lets out ear-piercing screams, but you don’t let that deter you. She needs to know what she is and her friends need to know it to. “If you hold still, it’ll hurt less.” You state, as you finish up the carvings on her forehead. You pull the knife away from her face and she starts to cry, then growls profanities at you. “Oh, hun. For that, I’ll add a little decoration.” You laugh, turning her head to the side, squashing it into the floor, so you can start carving the Got7 logo into her cheek. You decide after you’ve finished the first logo to do it on her other cheek too, because why not. The room you’re in echoes with her screams as you finish up the logo for a second time. You stay straddling her, watching the blood run down the sides of her face. She attempts to spit at you, so you don’t hesitate to slash her throat. You watch as the life starts to drain from her eyes, as the blood drains from her body. She tries to spit out a few more curse words, but eventually decides against it, as the blood exits faster when she talks. “Good night, Anti Bitch.” You state, as the life fully drains from her eyes. You chuckle slightly to yourself as you stand up. You wipe the blood and grime from your hands on your jeans, then look over the masterpiece you created on her face. The words ‘Anti Bitch’ across her forehead. You smile in triumph, before sliding your knife back into your boot (obviously wiping onto her clothes first), then walking out of the door. You shoot a quick message to your friend letting her know that you’re on your way, before practically running to the safehouse. When you get there, you immediately make your way to the sink to properly clean the blood off your hands. You notice Jinyoung sat on the sofa, not moving at all. “He refuses to move or anything, I think he thinks that he’s still kidnapped.” Your friend whispers in your ear. You sigh, then make your way over to him, perching on the edge of the coffee table directly on front of him. “Do you want to call any of your members or anything?” “No, I’d rather not.” “Are you sure? I’m sure they’d want to know if you’re okay. You do know you can do whatever you want now, right? We just want to keep you here safe, until this is all over. I want you to feel comfortable.” “What did you do to that girl?” You shoot him a grimace, looking down at your feet. “I dealt with her.” You respond, deciding that was the best way to put it. “Okay. Do you have any healthy snacks? I always get peckish after a show, and obviously the others weren’t as hospitable.” He replies, letting out a humourless chuckle afterwards. You nod your head, then look towards your friend. She opens the fridge, then shoots you a thumbs up, grabbing something from inside. “Well, I’ll leave you in the company of Y/F/N, I’m just gonna go jump in the shower.” You state, after slapping your knees, then standing up. He nods his head, as your friend walks over with some humous and carrot sticks. You scrunch your nose up in disgust, but jog along to the shower, finishing up in a record time of eight minutes. You make your way back into the living room, where your friend is pacing in front of the door. You raise a questioning eyebrow at her, to which she explains that she’s gotta go help the others, because something has gone wrong. You nod your head and tell her to go, then you plop yourself down on the sofa next to Jinyoung. “You smell like citrus and lavender.” He states, making you look towards him in shock. “Correct. That’s my shampoo and my body wash. That’s a good sniffer you’ve got yourself.” “There’s like six hours of this purge malarkey left. What are we gonna do?” He questions, you look around the room before zoning in on the remote. “We can watch some films on Netflix.” You state, making him nod his head. After a few minutes of looking you decide on something, “Let’s watch Dream Knights.” “Please, God no. I would rather be kidnapped with those other girls than watch that.” He states, making you laugh. “Okay, okay, how about this?” You question, putting on a random film, he nods his head in agreement, then you both sit silently watching the film.

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It has now been two weeks since Purge night. You adjust the length of your black dress, before sauntering into the cathedral. You shoot a cheeky wink to the girls that are marked from your fists, before sitting in the last row of pews, silently watching the ongoing service. After the service, you wait for everyone to leave, before being approached by the two girls. “You have some nerve coming here.” One of them spits at you. “I would watch your mouth if I was you.” You snarl back, before smiling at the priest on the other end of the room. “Why did you come here?” “To make sure you two learnt your lesson. Mess with any member of Got7 again, your friend over there won’t be the only one mutilated in a casket.” You respond, before shooting them a sickly sweet smile, then taking your leave.

[sylvansart]

Lisa Frank dye job strikes again… this time it’s on the new hummingbird skimmer mount. Heh.   I couldn’t resist.