#sorry guys another vegan rant

[cheeseandbretboy]

also guys maybe the reason vegans are always angry and depressed is because they actually pay attention to whats happening to animals and our planet and use their energy to try change that, maybe its a bit frustrating when we live in a society (we live in a society...) where veganism is made fun of and disregarded despite the support for other movements towards battling climate change and abuse! like of course youd be depressed if you're trying your best to reach out to people about this huge issue and all they can think of is 'haha snowflake soy boy' and 'im just gonna eat double the meat hahahaha' the more i think about it the more heartless these people seem because we have concrete evidence that we need to change and all we can do is make jokes about abusing animals and draining our earths resources all bc we like the taste of something ?!

[askrockandfriends]

Drabble: Rock vs. The Shitty Six: a Homeless Beggar, a Vegan, a Bible Thumper, a MAGA, a Feminist, and an SJW.

It was a cool, crisp afternoon in Tokyo, and Raisuke "Rock" Fukumoto was getting ready to play at one of the local clubs. Before the performance, he took a walk down to the park to ease any nerves and gain a sense of calm just before heading on stage to, no pun intended, rock out. But, that sense of calm would be tested when he encountered an infamous group spoken only of in rumors around the area. The Shitty Six! A group of Neanderthals in human form that seem to have nothing better to do than harass the local townsfolk and push their shitty agendas onto them, and thus ruin the days of anyone unlucky enough to come across them.

First up was Keigo, a homeless man not much older than Rock, but certainly a lot more disheveled than he was. When he saw the young musician, he hobbled over to him with a dirty hand outstretched. "Excuse me, can you spare some change?"

"Oh, sorry, man. I'm saving my money for a post-concert meal with my band." Rock said. But Keigo was having none of it. "Oh, come on! You walk around with that fancy guitar on your back, and yet you got no cash for those less fortunate than you? Cut the crap, kid! You're clearly loaded! Why don't you quit being selfish and spare the less fortunate a yen or two?"

"Here's an idea: if you want money so bad, why don't you go and work for it?" Rock barked, already done with Keigo's shit. "Seriously, you sit on your ass here and do nothing and expect everyone else to foot the bill for your life choices! Lemme tell you something, pal: I didn't get to where I am by sitting here doing nothing! I worked my ass off from the day I got my guitar to the point where I've written and recorded multiple albums with my sister and friends, all of which can be bought and listened to online! At this point, I'm a step away from being a professional musician! Now, if you excuse me, I've got musical dreams and aspirations to fulfill - by WORKING for them, mind you, so kindly step out of my way and quit hassling me for a free handout! And get a bath! Seriously, you reek, dude! Worse than my uncle, which... come to think of it, he doesn't work, either! He just lives off my parents' income! Sheesh, you guys are just cut from the same cloth, aren't you?"

As Rock stepped away from Keigo, who was at this point fuming and mumbling something about selfish, spoiled rich kids, in stepped another annoyance: Mai, the vegan. She wasted no time in going to him and handing him a flyer, or rather, shoving it in his face. "Go vegan today! Save animals, and the planet!" "Not interested." Rock said, his brow furrowed was the flyer fell pathetically off his face.

Mai was not happy... in fact, she was pretty agitated. "What? How could you say that? Don't you care about animals and the planet? Surely, there's more important things in the world than your stupid little rock music-" Rock cut her off there. "Of course I care about animals! My dog Jack is my best non-human friend in the world! But you know what I also care about? Getting a good meal after a good concert, and I'm sorry to say, but kale and tofu and whatever else you tree-huggers eat does not do it for me!"

Mai was fuming at this point. "You're destroying the planet with your selfishness! The way you're going now, your dog isn't gonna live the next five years, and it's gonna be all your fault!" "Can I make a suggestion?" Rock asked, visibly annoyed now. "You want to bring people to your cause? Why don't you knock off the preaching and gaslighting and let people come to it naturally? Because with all that ranting, you just made your cause go from "Not Interested" to "Stay The Hell Away" in my eyes."

Rock sighed, turning his back to a speechless, red-faced Mai. "How many more idiots am I gonna have to face today?" But, unfortunately for him, he would quickly get his answer in Kazuo, a Christian missionary with a Bible in one hand and a megaphone in the other, preaching Bible verses to anyone within earshot. He turned to Rock and, seeing the guitar strapped to his back, already got beet red in the face. "REPENT, SINNER!" He barked out, shoving his Bible in Rock's face! "You walk a path of damnation pursuing this "rock music"! But, luckily, it's not too late for you! Repent now, my son, and your soul just might be saved in the eyes of the Lord-"

"Buddy, did you not hear what I just said to the vegan?" Rock said shoving the Bible out of his face. "I don't know who you think you're talking to, but you're preaching to the wrong crowd, pal. You want to recite sermons? Go to a church and do it! At least the guys there will listen to you!"

"Do you mock the word of God?!" Kazuo barked, angry that his sermon was being met with resistance. Rock wasn't backing down. "I'm mocking the words of an idiot who thinks this is the way to attract followers to his faith! You want to know why religion is on the decline? It's because of people like you who can't just have their beliefs and leave others the hell alone!" "Rock and roll is the devil's work! He wants you to rebel from the Lord!" Kazuo barked out. Rock simply rolled his eyes. "That's just the Christian faith, dude. At least it was, fifty or sixty years ago. But, newsflash: I'm Shinto. Not Christian. And last I checked, Shintoism doesn't particularly care about rock music. Now step out of my way and take your sermons to someone who cares before I really raise some hell!"

But the world wasn't done testing Rock's patience. In comes Taro, a loud buffoon who'd just come back from the States, wearing a bright red hat and T-shirt, both with the slogan "Make America Great Again". "The people of Japan are weak! We've been America's lapdog for the past 70 years! What we need is a leader like Trump to build our empire back up again!" "Dude, what crap have they been feeding you over there in the states?" Rock facepalmed. "You know this isn't America, right? We can't exactly vote Trump in as our next prime minister." "No, but we can vote someone in who's like Trump!" Taro shot back. "Someone who's strong, brave, and willing to stand up to the radical left and people keeping this country down-" "Dude, have you heard Trump talk, like, ever?" Rock questioned with a raised brow. "Dude just goes on tangents half the time and it's like even he doesn't even know what in the hell he's talking about! Hell, that last debate he had with Harris just had me laughing when he starting going on about foreign invaders eating the cats and dogs! It was all over the Internet! Plus, any time someone does something he doesn't like, what does he do? Oh, yeah, he bitches about it online, or to anyone who will listen! Fact, I think he made his little social media site for that purpose. Sure doesn't sound like a strong leader... in fact, it sounds more like a manchild to me!" "Trump is a highly successful businessman! He'll pull this country out of its recess-" Rock stopped Taro mid-sentence right there. "Dude. Buddy. Wikipedia is your friend in this instance. Why don't you check it sometime and marvel at all the business failures Trump has had over the years? Dude caused a CASINO to go bankrupt! A CASINO! Now, can we be done talking about the politics of a country that's not even ours? We just got a new prime minister, anyway. I think we're good on getting a new one anytime soon, especially one as loud, dumb, and boorish as Trump."

The last two headaches in human form came together when Rock finally got away from the Trump nut. First was Hiroko, the feminist, and her friend Yoko, the SJW. Hiroko immediately saw Rock and made a beeline for his face. "Of course you'd fail to mention any of Trump's abuses against women! It's men like you that benefit from the oppression of women, so things like that don't even cross your mind, do they?" Yoko immediately followed up with her own two sense. "You benefit from the system that keeps women and minorities down, and don't even realize how much privilege people like you have!"

Rock rolled his eyes. "The only privilege I'll be having right now is the privilege of being free from people like you. And, listen, I don't oppress women. In fact, I hang out with my sister all the time. She helps me with my music and is instrumental in our recording process. Not because I force her, mind you, but because that's what she wants to do. If she wants to break away from that and find her own career path, I'd be behind her all the way as her brother!" "If you support your sister so much, why don't you let her in the band, then? I'm sure she's dying to have a shot at spotlight you and the boys all hog from her!" Hiroko sneered. "If she wants that, who would I be to not let her?" Rock retorted. "But, right now, she seems content to support the band in her own way, away from the stage lights, as she runs the recording and PA systems for us." "So says you!" Yoko spat. "But why don't we let your sister speak for herself, rather than have you speak for her and oppress her? You know what you're doing is nothing but holding her down, you monster!"

"Fine, I'll call her and have her tell you herself if it'll shut you bitches up!" Rock spat back before taking out his phone and calling his sister Anzu. "Hey, Anze? Um, you're helping me because you want to, not because I'm making you, right? ...Yeah, mind explaining that bit to a couple idiots here? They're all up in my grill, and seem to think I'm oppressing you in some way by having you at my side like this." He put the phone on speaker and held it to Hiroko and Yoko. Anzu's voice came in through the phone speakers.

"Hello! So, look, the reason I'm helping my brother isn't because he's forcing me to or anything. I'm doing this because I want to do it. I love my brother! He and I have been close ever since we were kids, and I want to support him in his rock star dreams! So, if you could kindly get off his case about 'oppressing' me or whatever, that'd be much appreciated."

Hiroko and Yoko were at a loss for words at the confirmation from Anzu that her helping Rock was her decision and hers alone. Rock smirked, knowing he had them beaten with this. "There you have it. That proves I'm not oppressing my sister in any way. And, by the way, you really want to get people on board with your social justice cause? Maybe try not bitching out every male you come across and treating them like some kinda enemy to you? Who knows, you might even get some of the more decent dudes on your side. Food for thought. Now, can I please have my walk in peace?"

Rock sighed once he was finally free of the Shitty Six. All he wanted was a peaceful walk to prepare himself mentally to perform, and instead, he got the worst humanity had to offer. It was only about a half hour or so, but dealing with these menaces to society felt like it took hours. Thankfully, it was mercifully over, and as he looked back on the fuming members of the Shitty Six, he thanked his lucky stars he didn't turn out like any of them. Taking some deep breaths, he mentally reset himself and prepped himself for an evening of rock and roll, and, with any luck, free of any radical preaching.

[aevyk-ing]

2022 review and stuff

So... this has been a weird year. Bad, sometimes terrible, sometimes hopeful, but yeah, utterly bad. I’m sorry that this is the third time I do this and things haven’t improved much (2020, 2021) but hey, I’m still here, fighting and doing my best. And that’s enough. Anyway, I’m going to rant again first and then add the stuff that has helped me. 

1. Health so-so

Got a huge drop after having to leave say the last goodbye to my house but I’m far stronger now, both physically and mentally. I still feel sad from time to time, but I know how to deal with it in a better way. 

2. Writing Not bad

I’ve published Kylkos and I’m so happy! Also wrote another book in the midst of emptying my room and fixed it some months after because it was a huge mess (but hey, my life was a mess too so no worries). Been working on Zem’s sequel and the next books (both Gingaria and not). Gingaria has also grown a little and I know it’s going to be a long journey, but at least I’ve made the first steps. 

3. Cosplay So-so

Most of my stuff is in boxes right now and I had less and less energy. It’s difficult to do anything when you have everything scattered in several places. I finished one cosplay and got photos for other but, even though I really wanted to keep on cosplaying, things were hard right then. Hope it gets better this year.

Now for the things that have helped me!

1. Webtoons

I started reading webtoons during the pandemic, but took it to a whole new level this year. My favorite is See you on my 19th life. Reading has helped me disconnect and has also improved my creativity when I was in my lowest points.

2. Gingaria

Working on my own books and characters always make me feel better. I’ve spent a lot of time doing research and creating new characters and countries, exploring all that this world has to offer. I just can’t let go of it now. 

3. Ghibli

Finally started my Ghibli journey after years procrastinating. My favorite one so far is Arriety and I’m enjoying going back to 2D animation, the soft look of everything and the mythology.

4. Vegan food

While I could never be a full vegan (sorry, I like meat and fish a lot), I’ve been trying to add more vegetables to my diet with vegan food and recipes. I even got a vegan advent calendar (from the KoRo brand)! I’ve discovered that my ever sensitive stomach tolerates some versions of the same food better, so I’ve been trying to be kinder to it (it’s even worse after having my appendix removed). 

5. “Revolution”

I joined the group of people affected by the subway problem and I’ve not only met some new people, I’ve also helped them actively. This is a huge problem for our city and I’m happy to be fighting for a solution. 

Plans for 2023? Well, I’m going to start strong with a presentation of two of my books (Gotxinka and Kylkos). I’ll publish other two (only in Spanish, though) on the next months, a poetry one and the other has short stories. I want to start writing the sequel of Kylkos and translate the next book, Zem’s sequel, so I can publish it at the end of the year. I’m also working on a new cosplay, so hopefully I can do photoshoots again. Let’s hope everything goes smoothly and they pay enough for my house so we can buy a new one. So yeah, lots of plans. 

Thanks for reading and being with me, guys. Have a Happy Golden Sunrise/New Year!

[andyourhostkristenwiig]

Just....a short work rant after all...

My allergies are known to all my colleagues. Despite knowing of them, my colleague put very heavily smelling flowers in her office, you smell them through the entire floor. I've been sneezing the entire morning, my throat is itchy, my eyes hurt and I'm getting a headache. And I have a long day until 6pm today. So that's super cool.

Not only do I absolutely need to enter her office for mail and folders several times a day, nope, she also prepared that bouquet in the kitchen we all use.

I just want to remind you guys that it was ME who was told she's contemptuous, had no empathy for other people and didn't care about the others. Meanwhile my colleagues couldn't care less to watch out for my allergies. Now I don't know what's worse...not having private conversations with someone who's fucking racist, homophobic and misogynistic or knowing about someone's bad allergies and still bringing that stuff into the office anway 🤔

🤷🏻‍♀️ sorry but I don't think my birthday lunch for work will include a vegetarian/vegan, lactose-free version this year. I'm gonna go out and bring the most German thing, the Mett-Igel, and enjoy it with my boss. While the others watch in disgust and bitch about how I should think of others.

Please don't think I would do that to all vegetarian/vegan people. Nope, I genuinely always go out, make another version for them and ask them if it's okay if I eat meat in front of them. This is 100% only because my colleagues' complaints, what they put me through and how they treat me. If they go on to complain about me again, I can tell them I've just turned off being nice and started treating them the way they treat me. Because this is not okay. They turned my dust allergy against me because I opened the window/kept the door open when I couldn't breathe in my own office and said I was being mean because A was cold and could possibly catch a cold. But they never told her that it would be nice to just wear thicker clothes and turn the heating fan off so I could breathe. I literally had to leave my own office several times a day to regain normal colour and try breathing properly. Now they're bringing in flowers they know I'm allergic to. This is not about empathy or being contemptuous towards them. This is about them not being treated like the saints they believe they are. They don't care about everyone here treating each other with respect and empathy and what not, they care about THEM being treated that way, the others don't matter. They can't expect me to go all out for them when they put someone being a bit cold over me being able to breathe.

Rant over, sorry.

Maybe I should just collect these posts for when they go complain again 😅

[pirate-kid2k19-blog]

Opinions on things that might make people mad

Hunt pedos and rapists and murderers, not poor innocent animals, its a lot more fun. And it shouldnt be illegal because in my opinion those people have done things that are punishable by death.

Yall who say meat and dairy industries arent that bad are wild just do some goddamn research before you get mad at me for stating facts 👀

It should be illegal to have weapons anywhere near schools (unless you are a cop and are required to have them, but you should be very careful and guard them to keep them away from students AND TEACHERS at all times). I figured by now people wouldve learned how kids who are gonna shoot up a school or have weapons act before they use them, and those are the people who need to be checked and talked to. Having clear bookbags is not a good option because some people have comfort items theyll get picked on for and people who start their period early get picked on (i know from experience, trust me).

The voting age should be 16. People can form full thoughts by the age of 16. Enough said.

Thenwarning on cigarette boxes shoukd be bigger and more noticeable on the box, and you should be warned before buying them. So many people die from smoking, and 2 people in my house smoke, one of which as already had cancer and refuses to quit, and the other is too fucking stupid to realize he should quit if he doesnt want to end up like the other.

people should not be "cancelled" just because they said something was bad. They should be cancelled if they are a rapist, murderer, pedophile, etc.

ALSO the first one is half joking half not. I believe those people should be sentenced to death by law if and when they are caught but thats not always the case and that pisses me off

Add on number 1:

Hey just a reminder that when animals get harmed or slaughtered they do not understand why it is happening and they did nothing to deserve it but they dont reslize that. So yeah.

Dont be rude to people just because they dont eat like you do. Some people have to be vegan or vegetarian for health issues. And some people cant go vegan or vegetarian for health issues. Not everyone can be one way.

Dont be rude to people because they dont believe what you believe, unless their belief is IN ANY WAY harmful. Everyone has the right to believe what they want.

Add on number 2:

Scene kids and emo kids arent cringey, you guys are all just cowards.

You dont need dysphoria to be trans but taking a random object and somehow calling it a gender is really fucking weird and i have NO FUCKING CLUE how people turned autism into a gender but its disgusting to me im sorry. Though i am open to learn about this some more, so if you want to teach me about this stuff feel free to message me or send me an ask.

Otherkin isnt cringey or a mental disorder, its just people being people.

Shady jeff was only good whenever he sung in hu songs (literally once in scene for dummies and pretty much just background vocals) but everything else about him fucking sucks

NOT AN OPINION LITERALLY A FACT THAT 40 YEAR OLD WHITE SUBURBAN MOMS NAMED KAREN CANT ACCEPT: CHILDREN NEED TO BE VACCINATED!!!

Furries that dont harm anyone and dont fuck animals are not cringey.

Idc if you live in the most redneck area out there: being up at 5am blasting country music from your truck and playing beer pong when you have neighbors that are trying to sleep is extremely disrespectful. Same goes for roommates who play video games real loud at 3am. Its disrespectful to the people who are just trying ro sleep. This ones more so a rant abt my personal life and whats happened since moving to georgia.

WOMEN SHOULD BE ALLOWED ABORTIONS IF:

-having the child will kill them or the child, they cannot financially afford to take car eof the child, they were raped, its an inbred baby (this could give it a deformity that could hinder its life, but if it doesnt get to live to begin with then it wont have to suffer), the mother cannot take care od the child for whatever reason.

WOMEN SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED ABORTIONS IF:

-she just wants to have a kid to abuse it in any way for any reason

TEACHERS SHOUKD DO MORE THAN JUST SEND A KID TO THE OFFICE TO SIT FOR AN HOUR BC THEY HIT A KID EVEN IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. THE ONE WHO THREW THE FIRST PUNCH NEEDS TO BE SENT HOME AND DEALT WITH BY THEIR PARENTS. IF THE KID ACTED IN SELF DEFENSE AND NO ONE NEARBY (WHETHER ITS A TEACHER, THE BUS DRIVER, OR ANOTHER STUDENT) WOULD HELP THEM, THEY SHOULD NOT BE PUNISHED.

I DO NOT CARE IF YOU DISAGREE WITH THE FACT THAT IM VEGAN. I HAVE REASONS WHY I AM, AND YOU HAVE REASONS WHY YOURE NOT. HOWEVER!!! IF YOUR REASONING IS JUST THAT WE WERE "MADE TO EAT MEAT", AND YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING TO AT LEAST TRY AND UNDERSTAND BOTH SIDES OF THE ARGUEMENT, DO YOUR RESEARCH!!

In ANY arguement, understand all sides first! Especially whatever side you take! It makes it s lot easier and keeps you from looking like a fucking idiot when you know what youre talking about and dont just use the same 1-3 points over and over.

Healthy food shouldnt cost so much just because its not junk food. A lot of people buy junk food because they cant afford to eat healthy.

Will add more as time goes on

[wexregolden]

Well… I haven´t written fanfiction for years now but it still came over me to write something about Nicotino. I hope it didn´t turn out that bad as it is the first Skam related thing I´ve written and the first story I´ve ever written in english, which isn´t my mother tongue. But I still hope you maybe enjoy it?

Have fun <3 

--> Or read it on ao3

The Heart of Life

“Martiii!”, Nico yelled at the top of his lungs so his boyfriend would hear him in the kitchen as he was sitting on his bed. Yes, Martino insisted that he´s the one responsible for the cooking in their relationship. Every time Nico tries to get even near the kitchen Marti is literally shooing him away. Okay, he has to be honest, he can´t blame him for it, thinking back at his attempt to cook carbonara the first time Marti came over. One day, one day I´m going to make up for it. Cooking Marti an actual carbonara following an actual recipe. For Marti. His boyfriend. His wonderful, wonderful boyfriend., Nico thinks and smiles to himself. He still can´t believe what he´s done to deserve him.

“Maaarti!”, he screams again, coming back to his actual purpose. “Hey. What´s up? Everything okay?”, Marti suddenly asked as he entered Niccolò´s room. Nico had to smile at his sight: His boyfriend standing in the middle of his room, a cooking spoon in his hand and oh, a bit of cream at the corner of his mouth. Even if he would have tried to, Nico couldn´t resist: He had to smile, went over to Marti and kissed the cream away. It was a short peck to his lips at first. But as they connected their lips again and deepened the kiss, Marti had to smile into the kiss and put his arms around the smaller boy´s hips. Nico´s lips slowly wandered to Martino´s neck, gently kissing the spot right under his ear. A sigh escapes Marti´s mouth as he closed his eyes and threw his head back slightly. Nico hat to grin at his boyfriend´s motions and deepened the kisses at Marti´s neck, being wet and all tongue and teeth now. A quiet moan escaped Martino´s mouth and he threw back his head even more, giving the boy in front of him better access to his neck. He was elated by the feeling of Niccolò´s lips on his skin, couldn´t think of anything else than the beautiful boy in front of him, his jeans that is suspiciously getting tighter and the little sounds Nico makes while... “Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo, the pasta, Ni!”, Marti cursed as he stormed off, back to the kitchen. Nico didn´t even have time to realize what happened, his boyfriend was already gone.  

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“Do you like it?”, asked Martino as Nico shoved another forkful of pasta into his mouth. They were sitting next to each other on the couch in Nico´s living room, shoulders and knees touching.  “Mhm.”, he answered. “Even though I have to admit nothing goes over carbonara with mushrooms and vegan sausage. Oh, and tabasco of course.” Niccolò couldn´t supress a smile and as he looked up, straight into Martino´s eyes, he saw that he is no different. “So, you´re really trying to tell me that this...” Martino said and grimaced, a little grin still playing at his lips, “...pasta? Can you even call it like that?  But you can´t tell me it tasted good to you. Not even nearly, it tasted like...” “Feet?”, Nico interrupted him. “I wanted to go with crap but yeah, feet would definitely be fitting too.”, Martino said and grinned at his boyfriend. “Whatever restaurant it was you learned this in, it should get closed. Immediately.” Nico tried to look offended at his comment but couldn´t contain a smile.  “Marti! You´re really trying to bash my cooking skills, aren´t you? I guess I don´t know if we´re able to continue our relationship under these circumstances.”, Nico said, a wide grin on his face. “You believe you´d be able to say such things? I´m the one with the boyfriend who can´t cook for good or insists that carbonara without eggs but mushrooms and vegan sausage instead is a good combination.”, Martino countered, mirroring the grin on his boyfriend´s face. “Oh, but you love me nevertheless, Marti. You do.”, Nico said while the smile on his face became even wider, which kind of seemed impossible. “Love you? Are you sure about that? I love proper food and I´d say you´re not able to do this so I guess loving you could be kinda difficult.” “Asshole!”, Nico screamed, accompanied by a laughter, while he leaned into Martino´s space and kissed his cheek, jawbone, corner of the mouth, his lips. Marti kissed him back immediately and his hands wandered to Nico´s neck, the other boy slung his arms around Marti´s waist. Lips moving against lips, smiling into kisses, hands touching each other.

The sound of an incoming message on Martino´s phone interrupted their make out session and Marti broke from Nico´s embracement, groaning. Niccolò leaned against Marti´s shoulder, his fingers playing with the red curls at the back of the other boy´s neck. “Who´s writing?” “Oh, just the boys asking if we want to do something with them this evening.”, Martino answered while he was already typing again. “What about inviting them to my place? A few beers, FIFA?” “Sounds good.”, Nico answered before pressing his lips to Marti´s again. He could never get enough of this. His lips moving against his own, the happiness, the bliss.  

“But what I still wanted to ask, what did you want to tell me earlier? When you called me into your room? Before we got...”, Marti blushed a little. “Interrupted by much more important things?”, Nico suggested with a grin on his face. “Well, you know... I told you that my parents, well, bought me a smartphone, haven´t I? And that I was kinda confused and scared about it. You know how I´m sometimes like... like I get these outrageous ideas and everything and owning a smartphone would, I don´t know, wouldn´t be the best idea in these phases. But I thought a lot about it and I guess I... I kind of trust myself with it, you understand?” During Nico´s little insecure speech, Marti moved even closer to him and began caressing his boyfriend´s cheek. “But that sounds wonderful, Ni. And I love you for trusting yourself with it.”, Marti replied and smiled fondly. “But I can see it in your eyes: There´s something else, right?” Niccolò smiled, looking down at the floor. Marti knew him too well by now. “Well yeah, there is something else. And it´s kind of really embarrassing to ask and... and please don´t laugh but...”, he sighted. “Well, I tried. I really tried but I have no clue how the whole thing works? I can´t even set the phone up without getting despaired. I mean, why does this have to be so complicated? And while I was trying to adjust and confirm my google account the phone lost 19% of its batterie?!”, Nico said. “Well, your world war II phone which works three days on a single charge is an exception, smartphones from this century don´t work like this, Nico.”, Marti said grinning before he dropped a kiss to his cheek. “So yeah, as I´m still an owner of an “world war II phone”, as you called it so nicely, I´m not that technological gifted and invested... Would you help me to set everything up?”, Nico blurted out. Martino had to laugh. Like, literally laugh at the uncertainty of his boyfriend. “Really Ni? That was everything you were kind of worried about? For sure I´m going to help you. What a question! When do you want to...”, Marti wasn´t even able to finished his sentence as Nico was already again all over him, kissing him, his hands wandering up and down his body...

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“And the last step is that you have to go to your email account and confirm the google account. When you´ve done that, everything should be ready for you to use.”, said Marti, smiling proud at his boyfriend who held his new smartphone in his hand. “Really everything? Writing messages, calling someone, making photos?”, he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Yes, everything, Ni, you don´t have to worry.” “Well then...”, Nico said while standing up from the bed where the two of them were laying the last hour, grabbing Marti´s hand and dragging him with him “...take your jacket and come with me, I wanna do something.”, Niccolò said, already on his way to the front door. “Where are we... What do you want to do?”, Marti asked but the only answer he got was a grin from the other boy and a raise of his shoulders. Well, Nico can be lucky that I trust him. With my whole heart., he thought while Marti followed his boyfriend out of the flat.

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“Nico no!”

“Marti yes!”

“Nico no!”

“Marti ye...”, Nico couldn´t even finish the sentence as Martino was already bursting in again. “Nico no! I´m not going to play a model for you or whatever you have in your mind.”, Marti said, sounding offended and trying to unwrap himself from Nico´s embracement. They were at this abandoned place Filo had shown Marti back in November and where they´d hung out with him and Elia a few times while Fili took pictures for university. “Marti! Marti wait”, Nico shouted, trying to hold Marti back. “Marti please! Listen: I have this smartphone now, with a totally modern camera from this century! And I´d really like to try it out” “Well then, take a picture of the houses, the graffiti or the trees.”, Marti sighted. “But why? When there´re more beautiful and precious things to photograph?”, Nico replied with a grin on his face as Marti´s cheeks started to get red. “Yes, I´m talking about you, Marti. My beautiful, beautiful boyfriend.”, Niccolò whispered while his fingers started to caress Martino´s, still slightly red, cheeks and his face. “Well then I can send you the pic the photographer at school took from me and we´re fine, okay?” “Really Marti?! The school photographer´s photo? Have you seen them? They´re terrible! I don´t know why our school even hires him! Well maybe they like their students looking like they wear tons of Makeup and have the skin colour of a tomatoe? Then I´d understand it. But please don´t ask me why this guy became a photographer or why he even tries to edit pictures when he apparently isn´t able to do this and should stop... Okay, sorry for my rant but yeah, no the school photo won´t work and count. Even though you still look cute looking like a tomatoe wearing too much mascara and lip gloss”, Nico ends his rant with a peck to Martino´s lips. “So, in conclusion, I need a current picture of you which I took myself.”, Nico decided while doing his typical head wiggle. “Well, if you wouldn´t mind, the graffiti at the wall over there looks really cool so let´s move there for the first pictures.” “But I do mind, Ni!” Nico tried to pout at his comment. “Amore mio”, he whispered which brought a slight smile to Marti´s lips. “Do it for me. Please.”, Nico tried again and gained a sight from his boyfriend. “Okay”, Martino agreed to his pleadings. “Under one condition: You´re not going to show the pics to anyone. Not. Anyone. Especially not the boys. Okay? I mean it!” Nico had to giggle at Marti´s words and slung his arms around his neck. “I promise. Elio.”, was the end of the discussion before Nico pressed his lips to Marti´s, slightly.  

“Stop smiling! Don´t get me wrong, I love your smile. I really, really do. But remember: You´re a model right now! So please, try to look serious and sexy! I wanna take some gorgeous photos of my stunning boyfriend! So please, concentrate and let´s go!”, Nico said as he took another picture of Martino, laughing again. “Seriously, Ni? You don´t even want me to smile or laugh? I agreed to this whole photo thing and now I have to do this?”, Marti said, trying to look serious, pouting. “Marti, stop! Stay like this, don´t move, don´t change your face, that´s really good!”, Nico suddenly calls as he focuses the phone camera back on Martino. He takes a few shots and looks at them afterwards. “Damn Marti, these are good! Italia´s next male model? You´d be pretty good good in this job!” “Ni, stop this, you´re making a fool of yourself! Me as a topmodel? You´re kidding! I wasn´t even able to pause smiling and laughing while you took pictures of me!” “Well, I guess it has to do something with the guy behind the camera. He´s a really good-looking guy.” “Oh, but as you just mentioned it now, working with all those cute photographers and hot shooting partners...? Maybe modelling wouldn´t be such a bad option?”, Marti asked with a grin on his face. Nico gasped: “Don´t you dare! You said I was the only one for you. The man of your dreams!” “Well, but there´s plenty fish in the sea. So many attractions to discover. Who knows what or whom I´m going to find”, Marti countered, imitating Nico´s eyebrow raise. “Okay I´d wish you good luck in bed with whomever you´re going to find. Because only yesterday you said that, wait can you even say you properly said it? Gasped Moaned? Screamed? Decide for yourself, well you said that I´m the only one who can make you...” “Nico, please, stop it! Now!”, Marti called as his whole face turned red. “You´re the one for me, okay? The only one. And now, let´s continue making photos or anything. Hey, stop grinning! The wall back there looks nice”, Marti said, storming away. Nico was still standing where Marti had left him, grinning from eye to eye. Oh, how much he loved this boy.  

“I´d say that´s it!”, Nico said after what´s probably the1000th photo as he put the phone in his pocket. “Finally!”, Marti answered for what he gains an offended look of Nico. “Don´t be like that! I know you had fun! I can see it in your eyes, they are shining, Marti!”  “Well okay, maybe it wasn´t that bad. But definitely don´t think that this is going to happen more often from now on!”, Martino said as he laughed and grabbed Niccolò´s hand. “You wanna head back?” “Hm, maybe still stay for a bit? Look at the sky, the sun is setting already and it would be nice to watch it. With you.”, Nico said and looked up at Martino. “I´d love that”, the other boy said while he leaned down to press a short kiss to Nico´s lips. They settled on the ground, wrapped in each other´s arms, Nico´s head resting on Marti´s shoulder. “You wanna listen to some music?”, Nico suddenly asked and as Marti said yes, he looked expectant in his eyes. “What´s up? Play something.”, Marti said, his head pointing to his boyfriend. “Give me your phone then.” “Hey, you have your own now, you don´t need mine anymore, you know?” “Well, but you didn´t tell me how to play CDs on it, so yours it is.”, Nico answered while he was already fishing Martino´s phone out of the pocket of his jeans. He put the shuffle mode on and “The Heart of Life” by John Mayer started to play.  

“Really Marti? John Mayer? I didn´t knew you were a fanboy!”  

“I´m not a fanboy!”  

“Don´t be ashamed, Marti! There´s nothing bad about liking him and his music.”  

“Stop this, I´m not a fanboy! I heard the song on the radio once and searched for it ´cause I liked it. But that´s it, no more John Mayer. It´s not my type of music!”  

“Then what´s your kind of music, you no-John Mayer-fanboy?”  

“You know that perfectly well. Stop being so cocky, Mr. I love celtic music!”  

“Well well well, calm down Marti. John Mayer fan or not: I wanna dance with you.”

“You want... what?”  

“Dance with you! Come on! You already let me take pictures of you, so you can cope with a little dance.”

“But I can´t dance, Ni!”  

“Do you think I can?”, Nico replied with a laugh as he stood up and pulled Marti to his feet.  

Pain throws your heart to the ground

Nico pulled Marti close to his chest and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, Marti placed his on Nico´s waist. The stared slowly to sway to the music, not really moving around. Their eyes looked up to the sky. “I have to say our choice of romantic places is really weird. Well, we almost kissed for the first time in front of trash cans, kissed each other the first time for real at an abandoned pool and now we´re here.” “Oh, just shut up, Marti! I know you love it.”

Love turns the whole thing around

As they looked in each other`s eyes it seems like the whole world disappeared around them. No one and nothing else, just them. Their eyes glued to each other´s as if there wouldn´t be anything more beautiful and precious on this planet.

No, it won´t go all the way it should

They were right, no one of them could properly dance but as the song went on, they started to turn around. Slowly. Carefully. Hands still on the other one´s body. Still looking each other in the eyes. Still feeling the unconditional love.

But I know the heart of life is good

“Ni?”  

“Hm?”

“I love you. I Love you so much. I really do. Thank you so much for choosing me, for being here. You make my life the best. Thank you so much”

“Marti? I do love you too. I do. So much. Thank you for saving me, for being here, for seeing me. The real me, what I truly am. I love you so much.”

They rested their foreheads against each other´s, closing their eyes, interlacing their fingers, as they listened to each other´s heart beats as the song faded away...

Holding hands, they wandered back through the streets of Rome. Their feet went in the same rhythm, the same as their heart beats, dopey smiley´s on each of their faces. Niccolò suddenly stopped in the middle of the street. “Marti!” “Yeah? Everything okay?” “No! We forgot to take a picture of us together! We need to do that now”, Nico said as he was already approaching a curly haired girl which was standing at the other side of the street, friendly talking to her. Marti wasn´t able to realize what´s happening as Nico came back, the girl behind him, his smartphone in her hand. “Please, one last time. Smile for the pic, Marti!”, Niccolò said, as he was facing the camera, both of them smiling. As she took a last picture, Nico was standing on his tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to Marti´s cheek which got him smiling even wider as before. They thanked the girl for their helped and as they´d wish each other a nice evening, they went their own way.  

“She was nice, wasn´t she?”, Martino asked as their hands found each other again and they wandered to the bus stop.

“Nice? Huh? Do I need to get jealous?”

“No need to worry, Ni. You know, she´s not my type.”, Marti said with a grin.

“Really? I didn´t know? Then what´s your type?”

Marti stopped and was facing Nico now, cupping his face and looking him deeply in the eyes. “You.”, he said before he pressed his lips to Nico´s. These moments were rare. Displaying their affection and love to each other in public. In the streets of Rome. Certainly aware that some homophobic people could cross their path. But in this moment all of this doesn´t matter. It was only the two of them, their lips moving against each other. Being who they are. Happy in love. Happy.

As they reached the bus stop and sat down on one of the benches, they took out Nico´s phone to look at the pictures. “Damn Marti, we´re such a beautiful couple.”, Nico said grinning and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Can you send this to me?”, asked Marti as he pointed to the photo of Nico kissing his cheek. “Sure.” A few moments later Marti´s phone was ringing. “What are you doing?”, asked Nico suspiciously as Marti opened the Instagram app. “Oh I´m just posting this photo. I mean you already said it, we´re beautiful.”, he said grinning. As Marti had chosen the picture he added the perfect caption. Two words, nothing more, nothing less. But still so meaningful. He took a look at Nico and smiled aat him, fondly, before he posted the picture.

“No filter.”

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Pain throws your heart to the ground

Love turns the whole thing around

No, it won´t all go the way it should

But I know the heart of life is good

I know it´s good.

-The Heart of Life; John Mayer

[iamvegorott]

Undercover Love Ch. 14

A Rare Apology

Dark sat at the desk inside of his and Wilford’s room, trying to read over the paperwork but struggling to concentrate. He felt nauseous. It was a stronger nausea than what Wilford claimed was jealousy. He felt terrible. What he said rang in his head over and over again and that look on Anti’s face made his chest ache. What was happening to him now?

“Feeling guilty?” Wilford asked, leaning against the doorframe. “And don’t pull the ‘I don’t get guilty’, it’s all over your face.” Dark just sighed and rubbed his temple, he couldn’t tell if he wanted to scream or throw up. “He’s in his room,” Wilford said before walking away with JJ following. Dark chewed at his lip for a moment and eventually got up. He slowly walked over to Anti’s room, knowing that it was his since Robbie had made name tags for everyone’s door. Dark remembered seeing Robbie working on Host’s door tag earlier this morning. Dark took a deep breath before knocking on the wooden surface, swallowing as he waited for a response.

“I’m fine, Chase.” Anti huffed from behind the door, the name causing that twinge to return. Why did that cause the ‘jealousy’ to occur? Dark didn’t know what to say, so he just knocked again. “I told you I’m-” Anti stopped when he opened the door and saw Dark. He scrunched his brows and closed the door. Dark caught it before it shut completely in his face and he stepped into the room.

“Anti, I came here to talk,” Dark stated.

“Why? So you can insult my family more?” Anti pulled several knives out of the wall that had a target taped to it. “So you can insult me more.”

“I may have stepped over the line.”

“May have?” Anti scoffed, tossing one of the knives and hitting the target in the center. “You fucking jumped over the damn line, went back, kicked it and then crossed it again, you fucking twat.”

“I deserved that,” Dark said after taking a calming breath. “I’m sorry for what I said.” Anti stopped mid-throw when Dark said that.

“Really?” Anti asked, lowering his arm.

“Yes. I consider myself a man of manners and respect and what I said was rude and disrespectful given the knowledge that I have.” Dark stated. “I should have thought before I spoke and not allowed my emotions to cloud my judgment.”

“There’s nothing wrong with emotions,” Anti said, poking at the tip of his knife.

“So I’ve been told,” Dark mumbled.

“You’re forgiven.” Anti tossed a knife to the target, getting it to go right above the first one. “Chase would scold me if I didn’t.” He added with a little chuckle.

“You seem very close to Chase,” Dark said before he could stop himself.  

“He’s a good guy. He cares for all of us.” Anti tossed another knife, this one going right under the first.

“And you care for him.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Anti’s smile at that comment made Dark’s twinge worsen. Why was ‘jealousy’ making him ache like this? “If you want to make it up to me properly, you can make dinner.” Anti said with a giggle, the twinge now becoming the warmth Wilford tried to tell him was a ‘crush’.

“That I can do.” Dark chuckled and Anti felt his own warmth in his chest.

“I...I can help, if you want.” Anti offered. “At least with the tea for us, you said yourself that I make some bomb-ass tea.”

“I don’t think that was my exact wording.” Dark laughed a little.

“I can read between the lines.” Anti laughed as well. Anti saw over Dark’s shoulder that Robbie was walking by, looking a lot perkier already and when Robbie noticed that Dark was in Anti’s room, he started to make his hands ‘kiss’. “Robbie!” Anti shouted and ran past Dark, chasing, a now squealing, Robbie down the hall. Dark had peeked his head out of the room and watched the two go, a smile forming on his face. Dark allowed himself to enjoy that warm feeling in his chest, it was pleasant, confusing, but pleasant. It sent little happy pulses through his body, adding a little pep to his step as he headed for the kitchen.

“Someone seems happy to be making dinner.” Chase chuckled when Dark entered the kitchen.

“He’s excited for my tea.” Anti giggled. Dark raised a brow and looked over his shoulder. How did Anti beat him here? Perhaps there was a shortcut in the building he was unaware of. “Ya feelin fruity or herby, tonight?” Anti asked, looking at his large collection of tea.

“He’s always fruity.” Wilford laughed loudly, slapping Dark on the shoulder. “And a terrible flirt.” He added in a whisper.

“Were you watching us?” Dark whispered back. “And I wasn’t flirting.” Wilford just hummed and skipped over to the counter, helping himself to an apple and walking back out of the room. “Apples make you look like an asshole, Wilford!” Dark called after him, clearing his throat in embarrassment when Anti and Chase both started laughing.

“I figured I’d let you know how the Septiceyes work.” Chase took in a deep breath. “If you plan on doing steak or ribs, it has to be raw for Robbie, rare for Jackie, and JJ, medium for myself and Marvin and practically charred for Anti. Henrik isn’t the biggest fan of beef, so you’ll have to make something chicken or pork for him. Robbie doesn’t like his vegetables so you’ll have to hide them in cheese, but Jackie is lactose intolerant so either you’d have to use vegan cheese or make two vegetable sides, but they’d have to be the same or Robbie will feel left out. JJ has a nut allergy, so no peanut products can be used with anything JJ eats, I have everything labeled that either has lactose or peanuts in it. Any questions?” Chase asked with a large smile while Dark just stared at him. “I also have some lemon squares in the oven if you don’t mind pulling those out when the timer goes off.”

“Lemon squares? Google’s gonna love you for that.” Anti said with a roll of his eyes.

“Is someone jealous?” Chase teased.

“Me? Jealous? I don’t even know the meaning of the word.” Anti stuck his nose up.

“Yeah, yeah.” Chase rubbed his knuckles on top of Anti’s head, earning a little while from Anti while he slapped his hands away and Dark found himself clenching his jaw. “Good luck~” Chase sang and left the kitchen as well.

“We have chicken patties in the freezer, defrost one for Robbie and toss the others in the oven, cut up some veggies and find all the cheese and you’re good to go,” Anti said with a wink, getting Dark to relax a little. “Don’t let Chase know that I told you, he wanted you to suffer a little.”

“I think my brain is still spinning from that list.” Dark sighed.

“You’ll get it eventually.” Anti shrugged. “So...” Anti picked up two boxes of tea. “Fruity oy herb?”

“Surprise me.” Dark chuckled.

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[penyeduh]

2018: MY MOST INSECURE OPINIONS

[DISCLAIMER: MAY OFFEND YOU]

So I am gonna make a short lists of my opinions yang ga pernah berani aing ungkapin di manapun, but I hope Tumblr will accept these.

"mEn aRe aLwaYs wRoNg"

Kalau salah, ya salah aja. Mesti liat kelamin segala. Buat apa? Are you really that selfish to admit that you are wrong?

Well don't even dare to ask for a good guy if you are still a selfish ass bitch.

"oH wOrLD I aM mEntaLLy iLL bUt I'vE nEvEr wENt tO pSycHoloGist bUt I ThInK I HaVe iT aNyWAys"

You MIGHT really have a mental illness. But bragging about it to people tapi gak pernah cek ke Psikolog dan ketika maneh diajak ke psikolog maneh gamau is the most ignorant and selfish thing that you have ever done for yourself. You are sick. And you don't even want to know what sickness you are having. Don't let yourself "die" not knowing what's the cause. Go fuckin find out it. What's the excuse?

"I aM oPeN miNdEd buT iF yOu diSagREE wiTh mY opiNion = MORONS"

Worst type of people (for me). Gimana caranya maneh open minded tapi maneh melihat opini lain = bodoh? Kesetujuan atau ketidaksetujuan itu tergantung. Faktornya banyak. You can't simply judge yourself an open-minded if you walk out from a long arguments just because they hurt your feelings. WE HAVE GOOGLE TO PROVE WHO IS RIGHT AND WHO IS WRONG. Evidence, brah. Data and evidence.

"siCk jOKEs!!1!1!!1!1!1 YOU ARE OFFENDING US11!1!1!1!"

Your so called "funny" isn't always the same with others. EXAMPLE. If you don't like stand up comedies, why are you even there binge watching all of their videos? And anyways, apakah di dalam hidup ini semuanya harus menyenangkan kamu? This world doesn't evolves around you, sweetheart. You don't like it? Close your YouTube app or just simply switch to PornHub. Jangan egois, akutuh suka Babi Saus Kurma!!

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So. This is just a shortlist. There are SO MANY opinions that I keep in mind. But last, but not least, sometimes we can't be "terlalu kanan" or "terlalu kiri". Standing at one or another side will give us a double standard. Try another point of view. Abortion MIGHT be good and MIGHT NOT be good. Why? Look at the reasons. Being vegans MIGHT be and MIGHT NOT be good. Being in a religion MIGHT and MIGHT NOT be good. Even people reading this and being offended MIGHT BE good and MIGHT not be good, for me.

So what's the point of these?

Nothing I just want to rant hahahahahahaha.

Sorry for bad grammar. I am practicing English.

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Peace out.

- syè.

[klaineanummel]

eighteen going on extinct 2/20

Kurt Fabray just wants to relax after a tough week at school, but that is shown to be impossible when he realizes that his absent father has once again blown into town. Not wanting to spend more time around him than necessary, Kurt goes to his old babysitters house, the one place he feels safe when his father is in town. While there, he stumbles upon a secret he knows he was never meant to find out - one that could change the entire course of his life.

An AU very loosely based on Mamma Mia.

I completely forgot to mention this on the first chapter, but a million thanks go to @mailroomorder. I really don't know what I would do without you. You take every single one of my fics and actually make it readable. I literally owe you a million thanks for all you've done for me, not only for this fic, but throughout the years. I love you <3 <3 <3 <3

Hope you enjoy!! :D

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It takes a while to get to the south side of Lima. The bus system is shit, and he has to switch buses twice to get where he needs to go, and even once he’s there he has to walk a good ten minutes before he reaches the Berry-Hudson house.

He kicks a stone as he walks down the sidewalk, admiring the lack of graffiti on the building walls. All the houses over here have nice yards and are separated by fences. Some even have pools.

Where he lives, the nicest place you can get is an attached home, but they’re all rentals. He and his mom lived in one for about a year when he was seven, back when she was dating Big Steve. It didn’t last long, but it had been nice to briefly live somewhere other than an apartment.

Finn and Rachel’s house isn’t as big as some of the others on their street, but it’s still bigger than anything Kurt’s ever lived in. He pushes the gate open, glancing at the pruned shrubs that line that walkway up to their front door. He wonders if they take care of those themselves or if they pay someone to do it.

He knocks on the door, shoving his hands in his pockets. He hasn’t been here in a while, which sort of makes him feel like he’s taking advantage of their hospitality.

Finn opens the door, smiling that dopey smile of his and instantly getting out of the way.

“Hey, man,” he greets, patting Kurt on the back as he walks into the house. “Long time, no see.”

“Uh, yeah,” Kurt says, taking his shoes off as soon as he’s in the house (it may have been a while, but he still remembers Rachel’s house rules). “Sorry about that. It’s just…”

“Don’t worry, dude,” Finn says, still grinning. “We’re just glad you still felt okay to call. Come on, we just finished making supper.”

Kurt nods. “Cool,” he says. “I, uh. I brought Coke. I know Rachel doesn’t really drink carbonated stuff, but-”

“Thanks!” Finn starts to lead him toward the dining room. “Just means more for you and me, right?”

Kurt can’t help but smile at the endless optimism that the man exudes. He’s already feeling better than he has all day, just from being around him for a few seconds. He really needs to come here more often.

Rachel is just placing some cups around the already-set table when he walks in. She’s just as tiny as ever, and her smile is just as big as it always is when he comes over. “Kurt, hi!” she greets hurrying over to him and wrapping him in a big hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

He hugs her back, still feeling a little strange about being so much taller than her (he can’t even imagine how Finn must feel). He remembers when would accompany Finn when he’d babysit Kurt, and how Kurt used to wish he’d one day grow to be at least as tall as Rachel.

“We made a broccoli casserole, but Finn also has some hot dogs in the fridge he thinks I can’t see,” she winks at him. “We can heat some of those up in the microwave, if you’d like?”

Kurt instantly shakes his head. He’s already had hot dogs twice this week. “Broccoli casserole sounds perfect.”

“Wonderful! Oh, I forgot what a perfect guest you are. You really do need to come around for dinner more often.”

Kurt can’t help but smile as she leads him toward the chair at the end of the table. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to come around. It’s just been so crazy with my job and school starting up and everything.”

“That’s right,” Finn says, coming out of the kitchen with the casserole dish in hand. Rachel sits on Kurt’s left, and Finn takes the seat to the right. “You’re at McDonald’s, right?”

Kurt shakes his head. “Wendy’s. McDonald’s let me go.”

Finn sets the casserole dish down, and glances at Kurt. “Did they have reason to?”

Kurt shrugs. “The GM was dating my mom, but he cheated on her. I skipped a shift to console her and he said that wouldn’t fly. So… technically, I guess.”

He watches as Finn and Rachel exchange a glance; the same glance they exchange every time he mentions his mom.

“Well, it’s good you got another job, then,” Rachel says, eyes still on Finn. “I prefer Wendy’s anyway. Better vegan options.”

That’s not true, and they all know it, but Kurt just nods and says, “Yeah.”

Rachel starts serving the casserole, and Kurt barely manages to wait until it’s all scooped onto his plate before he digs in. He hasn’t had anything like this in so long. Eric, the GM at McDonald’s, used to cook dinner for his mom sometimes and she’d bring back leftovers, but since he fucked off it’s mostly been take out and quick meals. It’s not like either of them really has the time to cook.

“So,” Rachel says as Kurt shovels food into his mouth. “How’s, um. How’s Sebastian?” Kurt glances up at her and sees her smiling tightly. “Is that still… happening?”

Kurt shakes his head, and he can see her shoulders slump in relief. “He moved away, for college. Got into Yale.” He shrugs, stabbing a piece of broccoli with his fork. “Finally realized everyone else was right and he really was too good for me.”

“Hey,” Finn says harshly, causing Kurt to jump. “That’s not true, okay? If anything, you were way too good for him.”

Rachel is nodding along. “His parents were my neighbours growing up, and sometimes I’d babysit Sebastian when he was younger. He was always a little brat.”

That makes Kurt smile. “He didn’t take too well to not getting his way, did he?” he chuckles, thinking back on the time Sebastian tried to get Kurt to go down on him when he really didn’t feel like it. He’d stormed out of his room in a huff, only to return two minutes later saying that this was his house and Kurt needed to leave.

It wasn’t like it was the best relationship, and Kurt is well aware of that. Still sucks that everybody saw it before he did.

They chat casually for a while. Kurt pulls the Coke out of his bag and Finn goes to get them some ice. Rachel ends up pouring herself a half-glass, though her face scrunches up as she drinks it, which makes Kurt and Finn laugh.

Finn tells him about his middle-school students and how they’re currently writing their own plays. He’s so enthusiastic as he talks, hands gesturing wildly, the grin never leaving his face. Kurt wishes that he’d attended West Lima Middle School instead of North; he really would have liked to have Finn as a teacher.

Rachel briefly talks about how she’s considering going back on the road for a national tour of Wicked. She’s mostly been producing plays lately, but apparently she’s been feeling the performing itch.

Although he thinks Finn is awesome, and knows he’s the best teacher ever, he really admires Rachel and the work she does. Even if McKinley High School and North Lima Middle School didn’t really have drama programs, he’s always been interested in acting and singing. Rachel helps put on most of the productions that come to Columbus and has gotten several smaller theater companies off the ground; plus, she used to be on Broadway. He’d love to step into her shoes, even just for a day.

He listens intently as Rachel talks about the audition process, and how it’s down to her and two other girls for Elphaba, though she’s sure she has the role in the bag. He loves hearing her talk about the theater world, even the inanest aspects of it. He once listened to her talk for an hour about what brands of make-up were better to wear on stage.

When she’s finished, a bit of a silence falls over the table. Kurt is too awed by her stories to say anything, but Finn seems to have something else on his mind.

After a few minutes of silence, during which Kurt scoops himself a little bit more casserole, Finn turns to him and asks, “Kurt, why did you call me tonight?”

Kurt pauses, his fork full of broccoli and potatoes halfway to his mouth. “Um.”

“You said there was a situation, but you didn’t explain.” He turns a little in his chair. “Is it your dad? Is he back?”

Kurt sighs and places his fork on the plate. He slumps in his chair and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “Totally blindsided me. He was there when I got home from school. Drove down from LA to ‘see me,’ or so he says.”

Rachel reaches a hand out to take his. “Does your mom know you’re here?” she asks.

Kurt shakes his head. “Told her I was with some friends, just didn’t say who. I didn’t…” he glances at Finn, then looks down at his plate. “Puck gets weird when I mention you guys.”

The look they exchange tells him they know exactly what he means by ‘weird’.

“How long is he staying?” Rachel asks.

Kurt shrugs. “Who knows. Mom says he’s on his feet, that he isn’t here for money, but I don’t trust him. He’s got a fancy new motorcycle, but that doesn’t mean shit. Last time he brought me $300 season passes to see the Buckeyes, but still begged mom for a couple grand to help him ‘get back on his feet,’” he lowers his voice and puts air quotes around the words. He shakes his head. “She wants me to be nice to him because he’s my dad, but I don’t think that’s enough. Just because he donated part of my DNA doesn’t mean he’s my father, you know?”

Finn and Rachel exchange another look, which Kurt ignores. Instead, he continues his rant.

“It’s just stupid. She never takes shit from anyone. When Eric cheated on her she kicked him so hard in the balls that he limped for a week. One time a boyfriend stole ten dollars from her purse and she punched him right in the nose when she found out. But with Puck? It’s like she turns into this pathetic schoolgirl with a crush that she just can’t get over. He can literally do whatever he wants, and she’ll never see the truth that he’s a deadbeat asshole who could give two shits about her.”

“She was always like that with Puck…” Rachel says, shaking her head. She smiles at Kurt and squeezes his hand. “We know it’s tough for you to be around him, so please, feel free to stay here as long as you want, okay?”

Finn nods along, and Kurt smiles. “Thanks, guys. You know, for letting me come over, and for letting me rant.”

“Any time. We mean it.”

They finish dinner soon after that, and Finn suggests they watch a movie. He lets Kurt pick, claiming that Rachel will just make them watch “A Star is Born” for the hundredth time. Kurt picks “Yentl” just to mess with him.

Their TV is a lot bigger than Kurt’s, and their sofa is softer. Kurt curls his legs under himself and thanks Finn halfway through the movie when the man passes him a throw. He pulls the throw close to his body, feeling cozy and safe.

He always feels safe in the Berry-Hudson house.

When the movie ends, Rachel suggests they play a board game, so Finn pulls out Sorry! They play a few rounds, laughing and teasing each other. Rachel wins every round to absolutely nobody’s surprise.

By around eleven Rachel admits she’s ready to call it a day. She gives Kurt a kiss on the forehead and thanks him for coming over, reiterating yet again that their door is always open for him. Finn says he thinks he should head to bed, too, and Kurt reluctantly says that he has a shift in the morning, so he should probably hit the hay, too.

The guest room is all set up for him, just the way it always is. The blankets and pillows are piled high, and Kurt already feels his heartbeat speeding up at the thought of sleeping in the queen-sized bed, as opposed to the twin he has in his room at home.

Finn bids him goodnight, leaving him alone. He smiles as he changes into his pajamas, thankful for the millionth time for Finn and his wife.

They’ve always been good to him. Finn was always his favourite babysitter when he was a kid, and he was the only one who kept in touch even when he stopped needing someone to babysit him. The first time Kurt called Finn after a fight with Puck, Finn came to pick him up and brought him to his house. Kurt was only thirteen at the time, but Finn made it very clear to him that he was always welcome to stay with him and Rachel. No matter what.

Sometimes, as a young boy, Kurt used to dream about Finn being his dad instead of Puck. Not that he wanted his mom and Finn to be together – Rachel and Finn were obviously soulmates and he’d never wish for them to be apart. No, he just liked the idea of having a dad who was around. Who wanted to spend time with him. Who cared for him and spent time with him without expecting anything in return.

He gets into the bed, his phone in hand. He unlocks it, finding a couple of messages from his mom asking him where he went. There’s another message from his boss, asking if he could come in half an hour earlier. Kurt rolls his eyes but texts back that he can, trying to mentally calculate how early he’ll have to get up to make that work.

Just as he’s setting his alarms he gets a notification warning him that he’s at 20% battery. He groans and pulls himself out of bed, going to his backpack and digging through it.

Fuck.

“Great,” he says as he pulls out the last piece of clothing. Of course he forgot his charger. Just his luck.

He sighs and heads out the door. He knows Rachel has an iPhone, too. Knowing her, she’ll have at least two extra charger cables.

He reaches the door to their bedroom and raises a hand to knock, but pauses when he hears them talking inside.

“- you’ve respected her decision this long, but this isn’t good for him. If Puck is actually going to be sticking around for the long run-”

“We don’t know if he is, Rach. He’ll probably just hang out for a week or two, like he always does, and then admit he needs money. Quinn will give him money, because for some reason she always does, and then he’ll be out of their hair. That’s how it always goes.”

“What if it doesn’t go that way this time, Finn? I don’t—” Kurt hears her sigh. “He’s such a good kid. I know he acts tough, but we both know that’s not who he is. I don’t want Puck messing up his life any more than he already has.”

“I don’t either, you know I don’t, but I just don’t see how it would make a difference.”

“You don’t – Finn, if you could prove your paternity we could try and get joint custody. He could live with us two weeks out of the month. That’s two whole weeks he wouldn’t have to be around that… that man.”

Kurt’s eyes widen, heart skipping a beat.

“He’s not mine, Rachel,” Finn says. “We’ve known that for years.”

“We don’t, though. We never got the test done because Quinn insisted and we wanted to be respectful, but this has gone on long enough. I can’t just sit idly by anymore! Even if Puck doesn’t stick around this time he’s going to keep coming back, over and over again. That’s what he does, Finn. You know that as well as I do.”

“She doesn’t want me to, Rachel. She made it very clear that Kurt wasn’t mine. It would be a dick move to ask for a paternity test now.”

“I just want to be sure, Finn. I hate thinking of him in that house with Puck. I hate it.”

“Me too, Rach, but there’s nothing we can do. Quinn made it very clear –”

“Look, Finn, I think Quinn is an amazing mother. I’ve said that since day one. She’s done an incredible job raising Kurt by herself. But when it comes to Puck, she doesn’t know how to set boundaries. He’s always been her weak spot, and he’s always going to be her weak spot. It’s not good for Kurt to be in that environment, and I’m tired of ignoring the fact that there is a chance that you are that boy’s father.”

The words ring in Kurt’s ears, amplified by the silence that’s fallen over the house.

His breathing quickens.

Finn speaks after a few moments of silence. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay,” Rachel replies. “Thank you. That’s all I ask.”

Kurt forces himself to move, heading right back to the guest room, heart jackhammering in his chest. He’s clutching his phone tightly, and his breaths are coming quickly.

He always knew his mom and Finn dated in high school, before she got pregnant with him. She’d told him when he was five and he asked her how she’d met his favourite babysitter. He’d never really known the timeline of their relationship, though.

He climbs back into bed, placing his phone on a pillow next to his head. He feels wide awake as he stares up at the ceiling, this new discovery coursing through his veins like a particularly powerful drug.

The very idea that Puck might not be his dad brings him a joy he cannot even imagine. There will be nothing left connecting him to that asshole. His mom can keep him around if she wants, but Kurt won’t owe him anything.

Holy shit.

He smiles to himself at the thought of finally being able to officially tell Puck to get fucked. He can just imagine slamming down the paternity test in front of the man and telling him to have a good life.

He pulls the blankets closer.

Well, fuck.

Chapter Three

[reddieloserz]

As Long As We’re Together

IT 2017 - Reddie - WIP StreetPerformer!Richie and Bookstore!Eddie Slow Burn, Slice of Life

“When the end of high school began to gang up on the six of them, they each promised the other that the moment graduation happened they would leave Derry for good. Now each of them were 21 (Bill was 22), and so far they have kept that promise.

They had found an old Victorian Townhouse up for rent right off of Main St. They had all agreed on Portland, Maine. They all knew they would be okay as long as they’re together.”

An AU where The Losers are all roommates in a huge house just off of Main St, where they all work. Eddie is a college student working in a bookstore. Richie is a homeless street performer who relies on his guitar and Voices to make money. Trashmouth soon walks into their lives and turns everything upside down.

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(((I just wanted to say real fast, THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone that left a kudos and comment on Chapter 1! It means so much to me to get feedback from you guys and it made me so excited to write! So, as a reward, here is Chapter 2 already!!

I don’t have a beta so I apologize for any mistakes lol I tried to edit!

Beverly’s Song - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths Eddie’s Song - I Want To Break Free by Queen)))

Ben Hanscom is standing on the street corner right next to Eddie’s Bookstore. He is a heavy set man with wide cheeks and an even wider belly. He was beautifully fat and his cheeks always shown a pretty pink. He was working on a beard lately, and it was growing in pretty nicely. He wore thick pants and a green hoodie that said “Save the Rainforest!” He has been standing there for nearly five hours, trying (in vain) to catch the attention of a passer by or stranger.

“Excuse me, Ma’am, would you be interested in- Okay, well, then have a nice day…”

“If you aren’t busy, Sir, I would love to go over some articles with you- Okay, have a good day then.”

He was currently volunteering for a non-profit that was based around the melting of the ice caps. Already becoming vegan with Mike, Ben had heard about the decline of habitats for polar bears and other Antarctic wildlife. After that he had almost immediately went online and hunted down for any way he could serve his time to prevent anymore loss of life. It turns out that the biggest and only reason for the loss of life is- you guessed it- global warming. Something that not many have even admitted was real.

You can see how Ben was having a very hard time getting people to donate or even just sign his petition. He tried giving out newsletters as well, but no one seemed to care about what he had to say- no matter how urgent or important he assured it was.  

“Hey, guys! Could I steal your attention for a few moments? Oh? No, it’s okay. Have a good one.”

It really was starting to wear down on him, too. He had only started working for the non-profit two days ago. He hadn’t even been able to reel one person in to hear what he has to say. Having so many ignore and blatantly not make eye contact with him was having him nearly losing his faith in humanity itself. He was tired and his passion for this subject was going painfully unheard.

The only thing that has helped Ben manage to keep his sanity is the soft serenade of the Guitar Player across the street, at the other corner on Main St. Throughout the day they had both awkwardly made eye contact with each other. Everytime they did Ben gave a friendly wave while the man played his guitar, who gave an curt nod in return. They had done that almost a dozen times by the end of the night and Ben considered it to be the nicest thing to happen to him all day.

The tall stranger had only a water bottle, a large backpack, and a guitar case propped open with a little sign that said “Like what you hear? Almost shed a tear? If you want, You can donate right here!” Even his sign was a little tune, Ben thought in amusement. If Ben had literally a dollar to spare, he would definitely leave a donation of his own after listening to the Performer’s music for the past few days.

Ben suddenly realizes he is staring again and chances a look up at the Performer. The stranger is already looking back at him, a little smirk on his lips as he tunes his guitar. He gives Ben a little wink and nod. This makes Ben blush, face becoming somewhat hot, and he promptly decides that that is enough of him embarrassing himself for the day.

Turning around, Ben gets into his backpack that he has propped up against a stop sign and starts packing up his things. Before he can stow away his pens and clipboard, though, he feels a finger poke his shoulder. He hadn’t even noticed that the music had stopped across the street until he comes face to face with the music player himself.

“Uh, hi.” Ben says, eloquently.

“Hi.” The man replies. Now that he was up close Ben saw that his eyes were a dark onyx that were contrasted nicely by his light brown freckles. His black hair came down to his shoulders and his curls were nothing if not unruly. He wore a light blue dress that buttoned all the way up and fell just above his shoes, which were red vans. He also had a small beard beginning to grow on his face. He looked as outlandish as you can imagine, and the stranger’s get up made Ben try his best to resist the smile that was creeping on to his face.

“What’s your name?” The friendly stranger asks, a small smirk still playing on his lips. He was really beautiful, in a completely feminine dueling masculine way. Ben couldn’t decide truly what he thought the stranger was.

“Ben- Ben Hanscom.” He replies easily enough, trying his best to stay calm even though every part of him for some reason was completely elated that this strange person was striking up a conversation with him. Ben was going to blame it on not being able to talk to anyone else all day.

“People call me Trashmouth!” Before Ben can even react to the weird nickname, he immediately grabs Ben’s hand and lifts it to his lips, giving it a quick peck. “Nice to meet you, Ma Cherie!” Trashmouth says, in a funny and poor French accent.

This makes Ben laugh out loud and Trashmouth drops his hand just as quickly as he had kissed it. Who is this guy?

“So what are you petitioning for over here, Mr. Handsome?” Trashmouth asks, accent gone, and softly strumming the strings of his guitar now. It was as if he constantly had to be doing something with his hands, Trashmouth was almost jittery with his movements.

“Oh, uh, I have been trying to educate people on some of the issues our planet is having because of global warming. I have been wanting to talk about landfills, depleting ice caps… Stuff like that.” Ben says, ending his sentence flatly. He was still pretty discouraged from his long day of no luck.

“I’d love to listen to what you have to say, Ben Handsome. Why don’t you give me a lecture and I can sign that clipboard of yours?” Trashmouth offers, a considerate smile painted across his face.

Ben light up at the offer, his own smile growing even wider. “What, really?! You’ll be the first person I have gotten to sign! You really sure you want the whole spiel?”

“Ab-so-lutely. I’m not doing anything else of importance. Why don’t I try to help save the world with Benny over here?” Trashmouth says, patting Ben on the shoulder.

Ben quickly goes into a short lecture, obviously rehearsed, and he stumbles over his words a few times but overall gets it perfectly. He is so excited he is nearly winded by the time he is done with his short rant on the rainforests and the o-zone. Trashmouth just nods and has a serious look on his face the whole time, trying his best to indicate to Ben that, yes, this is interesting and important. Just as Ben is about to lead into another lecture, Trashmouth cuts him off.

“Nerd Alert.” He says slyly, but winks at Ben again, letting him know he is just teasing.

“Well, no… It’s actually pretty interesting.”

“Ben, in total honesty, do you know how cool this is? That you actually give enough of a shit about our planet to spend your whole day standing out here in the off-chance you can talk about it? You got my signature, for sure, Handsome.” And with that, Trashmouth takes away the pen and clipboard in Ben’s hands and goes to filling out his information.

“Honestly, thank you- Thank you so much. I was under the impression that more people would want to be educated on this, but I just have the sneaking suspicion that people think I am trying to sell them something.” Ben says, voice a little forlorn.

“Well, you don’t look like a vacuum salesman to me. People’ll come around.” Trashmouth says, handing him back his things. Next thing Ben knows, Trashmouth is walking across the street to his pile of belongings. The sun is beginning to set now, and they both should be packing up for the night.

Ben is smiling a grin that hurts and begins looking over everything that Trashmouth had filled out. He did everything perfectly, but left out a few major details.

“You forgot your phone number and your address!” Ben hollers from across the way, waving the piece of paper in the air. “Don’t have either of those, Handsome!” Trashmouth replies easily, zipping up his guitar and throwing the case strap over his shoulder. “Sorry!” And with that, Trashmouth begins walking down Main St. and slowly disappears out of Ben’s sight.

Who is that guy? Ben thinks again, this time in awe.

Beverly’s work week, on the other hand, had passed by incredibly quickly. It was just past 7 o’clock now and she was already late for Friday Night Dinner. She wipes her flour-covered hands all over her soiled apron from the mixing she had done that day. Grabbing the broom to sweep the small shop, she begins humming to herself.

It was basically closing time and the whole bakery was deserted. It had been an overall slow day, but it always passed by in a flash for Bev just because she enjoyed her work. Baking was a science, after all, she would always say. It took brain power. She was enthralled with it all. The cookies, the cakes, especially the breads. That was her specialty. You could ask any locals and regular and they would say that her italian cheese and herb bread was to die for.

She took incredible pride in her work, as well as the shop she worked in, so staying after closing to clean and tidy up was never an issue. She let the other girls go home early while she shut everything off, sweeping as she goes along.

Right as she is about to turn the neon OPEN sign off, however, the front door bell rings and a tall figure walks on in. She turns around to see who is actually is before she gets swept up in a large hug, nearly lifted off the ground with the force of their affections.

“Trashmouth, put me down!” Bev giggled, identifying her hug-attacker immediately. The broom drops to the ground as she releases her hold to pound soft fists into Trashmouth’s shoulders.

“Sorry, Ms. Marsh, I couldn’t resists sneaking some snuggles in.” He says smoothy, setting her down. He then gives her an adorable crooked-toothed smile and scratches the back of his head bashfully. Bev just stares at him with a cheery expression, not being able to hold back the small giggles as she looks over his outfit.

“A button-up dress is trendy in men’s fashion nowadays, I’m assuming?” Beverly asks, not at all unfriendly in her questioning. This makes Trashmouth laugh as he looks down at himself, wiping invisible dirt off of the bottom of his dress.

“I think I’m the last person who would know what was trending in fashion, to be honest. Dresses are just so much more comfortable than pantaloons, you know?” Trashmouth says, giving a little twirl so that the dress billows out for a moment.

Bev gives him a big nod, “Ooh yes, I definitely know.” She says, gesturing to her own little sun dress. She is wearing little leg warmers too, of course, because of the cold weather.

“So what brings you back to my humble little shop?”

“Oh, I just wanted to see you. Say hi, walk you home. I haven’t seen you in the last few days, I was starting to think you had forgotten about little ol’ me.” he says, raising his eyebrows at her and pouting out his bottom lip. She gives him a playful shove as she rolls her eyes.

“Oh, of course not. I’ve actually just been sleeping in late before my morning shifts, I’m sorry if I haven’t been able to catch up with you lately.” Bev replies, picking up the broom again and continuing her sweeping. Trashmouth sits on top one of the small tables with his legs criss-cross so she can clean.

Trashmouth and Beverly had first met on one of her evening walks home from work. A large man had happened upon her, and had gotten extremely predatory. Long story short, Trashmouth came to the rescue. Now, whenever he gets the chance, he makes sure to stop by Beverly’s Bakery and walk her straight home from work. Her “Friendly Neighborhood Trashmouth” he once said.

“Oh, don’t be sorry. I just miss seeing my favorite little red head.” he says, running a hand through her hair, making her thick curls frizz up in an endearing way.

“Hands off the merchandise, wise guy. You break it you buy it.” She was giving him such a wide smile her cheeks were pink. Her blush plus the golden light from the sun setting hitting her freckled face made his heart nearly melt. What a sight it was. She was radiant in the sun. Her green eyes in full glory.

“Hey, I don’t know if I told you, but I work on Main St. too. At the corner on Neibolt. I play music. A guitar, mostly. You should come hang out and listen sometime.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you played! That’s fucking awesome. For sure. You should come audition at my friend Bill’s bar, it’s just a few businesses away from here actually. It’s called The Gallery. They have musicians come and play for free drinks every weekend. If you’re actually any good, that is.” She gives him a teasing wink.

“Oh, fuck off.” He chuckles. “I might have to go check it out tonight, then. If I’m actually any good, that is-”

“I’d actually love to hear you play something sometime.” She says, cutting him off softly. She finishes up her sweeping and stows the broom away.

“Why not right now? You have to sing with me though…” Trashmouth quickly unzips his guitar case and busts out his acoustic. He slings it over his shoulder, strumming a few times before pointedly looking at Beverly. “What are we singing tonight, Marsh? Give me a good one.”

Beverly is just laughing at him as she takes off her apron, throwing it in the dirty washcloth bin behind the counter. “Oooh no, you are not making me sing, absolutely not!”

“You have to do it, Marsh! This isn’t going to be my typical one man show, I need my back up singer.”

“Fine, fine. Only if we do The Smiths.” She challenges, giving him a pointed look and grinning wide with her arms crossed. She walks over to the shop doors, motioning for him to follow her outside.

They both walk out onto the sidewalk, air crisp with cold wind. She turns around and locks the doors to her bakery before finally turning back to Trashmouth. “Walk me home?”

Trashmouth doesn’t reply, only follows behind her while he begins strumming his guitar, starting to sing right in the middle of the song. His singing voice is strangely high compared to his talking voice, so replicating Morrisey’s deep tone strains his vocals in a few places.

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven’t got one…

Anymore.

Beverly laughs out loud, shaking her head at him. He just keeps strumming the same tune, nodding along, before he raises his eyebrows at her as if to say Well? Your turn. Beverly obliges and continues into the next verse.

Take me out tonight.

Where there’s music and there’s people,

And they’re young and alive!

The sun is almost completely set now, the only thing illuminating the both of them is the lamp posts shining down on the sidewalk as they stroll. They continue to sing and skip and dance next to one another, serenading each other all the way to Beverly’s home.

Right as they are about to walk up The House’s porch, they finish their song pretty poorly. Neither of them can reach the deep and low tones of Morrisey’s voice, so when they sing their voices crack and give way. It doesn’t stop them from singing their hearts out, though.

If a double-decker bus,

Crashes into us,

To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die!

They break off there poor rendition of the classic song with their laughter. Both of them are nearly gasping with the effort and rever that they put into their performance, and he gives her some applause. She bows a few times, her hair wild and tangled.

Before she leaves, Bev pulls him into a firm hug, smooshing the guitar in between the two of them. It is kind of painful, but neither of them complain one bit.

Beverly waves at him and begins to walk up her porch steps before she stops and turns again, running back over to him.

“Oh, T, I almost forgot! I snagged these out of our pantry before I closed up. They are for you.” She gingerly hands him a little box. Trashmouth opens it, and it is full of beautifully decorated pastries and breads.

“Made em myself.” His mouth waters just looking at them, some of the small granules of sugar glimmering in the moonlight. They looks delicious.

“Aw, Marsh! You didn’t have to do this for ol’ Trashmouth!” He nearly yells, slinging one arm over her shoulder. “I’m honored. I can not wait to eat the artistry that is Beverly Marsh’s baking. Thank you.” he says earnestly, tossing around her amber hair around again. She wiggles out from under his arm and shrugs.

“Don’t sweat it, T. If you ever find yourself in a crunch and are looking for some food, you just let me know. I know sleeping in a tent is your preferred resting place, but you don’t ever have to go hungry. Just let me know.” She says casually, like its nothing. Because it isn’t for her. She is just helping out a friend. A friend who just so happens to be homeless, but a friend nonetheless.

She squeezes his arm one last time before walking away again, vanishing into The House.

Trashmouth smiles his entire walk back to his campsite.

Beverly pushes open the front door to the Losers’ home and walks straight into the dining room. She can already hear bickering going on in the kitchen, yelling and the tossing of kitchen utensils. Their usual goofball debauchery. Suddenly, Ben is being shoved out of the kitchen doorway by Mike’s strong hands while Stan stands behind him, sassily telling Ben how poor his cooking skills really are.

“Ben, you’re never going to work in this town again! Did you seriously just dump a cup of fucking SUGAR instead of FLOUR into that bowl?!” Stan’s critical voice came, followed by a dramatic sigh.

“Yeah, well, that’s why I keep Bev around! So I don’t have to do stuff like this!” Ben hollers back, pulling a chair out so he can sit at the dining table.

“Oh yeah, THAT’S why you keep me around, Ben? To do the cooking?” Beverly pipes up, finally catching all the boys attention. Ben whirls around to face her, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“N-no! Of course not, Beverly! I was just- Stan had just- They kicked me out and I just-” Ben stutters and fumbles over his words. It wasn’t the first time he was caught putting his foot in his mouth.

“Hey Bev!” Greeted Stan and Mike, before they both strategically avoided the confrontation by going back to the kitchen.

Beverly can’t pretend to be mad at Ben for long, though. He looks absolutely mortified and affronted. His cheeks are a three shades darker pink than they usually are, and she feels bad for putting him on the spot.

She finally relents and lets out a chuckle at his expense. She walks over, resting a hand on his shoulder and giving him a fat smooch on the cheek.

“I’m just giving you shit, Benny. I’m sorry. I love you, too. How was your day on the corner?” Bev says, running her hands through his hair reassuringly before she takes a seat at the table herself.

He talks a little bit more about the non-profit, global awareness, all the shit Ben normally talks about. Difference is, even though he has repeated the same facts and studies to her a thousand times, she didn’t mind hearing him repeat himself. She lets him ramble on and on, and just smiles at the passion that pours out of him.

While they are quietly talking and the other boys are getting dinner prepared, Eddie finally makes his appearance. It wasn’t normal for him to come home last, especially not after the sun has down. Beverly looks over at him and he looks completely deflated. Back hunched, hair falling in his face, and a big frown plastered on his lips.

He definitely seems irritable, Ben notices. Ben gets up out of his seat, takes Eddie’s bags out of his hands and sets them on the couch beside them. He leans down and gives the top of Eddie’s head a kiss, motioning for him to join Bev and him.

“Hey sweets, what’s up? Something happen?” Beverly asks, opening her arms. Eddie doesn’t fight it and walks right into her waiting embrace, sitting on her lap and leaning his head on top of hers.

Eddie opens his mouth to speak, but he is interrupted immediately by Stan yelling abruptly and throwing something loudly in the kitchen. This is followed by obnoxious laughter, mainly from Mikey.

“I’ll go tell them to pipe down.” Ben says sweetly, patting Eddie’s hand and getting up from the table.

Eddie and Beverly speak in hushed tones. The boys had quieted down in the kitchen, but they whispered. Even when they were just having a simple conversation they always acted as if they were trading secrets. Maybe they were. They imitated a pair of twins closeness with ease.

“I talked to my mom today.” Eddie says simply. This makes Beverly raise her eyes, turning her head to look at him directly.

“Was she nice to you?” She asks. Eddie just shrugs, looking down at the floor where both of their feet are touching.

“She told me what she always tells me. That I shouldn’t be so far from my true home, that I am wasting my time and money with school. That I need to come back to her. That I’m took delicate to take care of myself.” The more Eddie speaks his eyebrows furrow deeper and deeper. He is almost hot in the face by the end of his small rant. He looks back to Beverly, a look of determination in his eyes.

“I don’t need her.”

“You don’t need her.”

“I’m not delicate.”

“You’re not.”

“And I can take care myself. I don’t need anyone telling me what I can and can’t do anymore.” He says with finality. Ever since the shackles of being a minor were released, he finally felt freedom. He could speak his mind. Make his own money. Set his own rules. He didn’t think he could ever let it go.

Beverly just nods reassuringly, hugging him a little tighter. It wasn’t often that Sonia Kaspbrak called Eddie, but when she did, it was always to undermine him. Beverly, as well as the rest of the Losers, thought that her bi-monthly calls always just set Eddie back a step or two. His self esteem was fragile already, he didn’t need the extra help from his mother to send him into a whirlpool of insecurity and uncertainty. His anxiety helped do that for him.

Eddie doesn’t tell Beverly everything, though. Of course he doesn’t. He keeps the deepest of his feelings to himself.

In all honesty, it wasn’t just the phone call from his mom that had upset him. It was his whole day. It was unbearably slow, he had no homework he could work on, and it was a beautiful day out. He was stuck inside organizing books and relabeling the shelves.

Eddie also felt incredibly lonely. So much of his time was spent alone, and it was getting harder and harder to take. But he needed this job. They all needed him to have this job. He had thought about quitting multiple times this past year, but no other positions across Main St. had opened up. What he really wanted was to work for the Flower Shop next door to Bev’s bakery. But they were an even small building than his bookstore, and he knew that if they needed an extra hand the position could be filled quickly.

He wished that he had someone. He felt the aching sadness for it all day.

He did have Beverly. But Beverly also had Ben. Eddie didn’t have someone like that, someone to hold him when he cried at night. Someone to kiss his eyelids in the morning. Someone to tangle limbs with. He just wanted intimacy. And while he had the Losers, and a long-time crush on Bill he only recently got over, he just never got the butterflies for any of them like he knew he could have. He was in love with them… But they didn’t fill that romantic gap like he needed. Sure, he had had a few ‘boyfriends’ before, but they were mostly used for his sexual awakening more than for settling down.

Eddie wanted someone to call his.

Just then, Big Bill come bounding down the stairs. He is in a red button up and dark jeans. He is finishing up tying a skinny black tie around his neck when he smiles over at Bev and Eddie, little hearts dancing in his eyes as he sees his friends for the first time today.

“Good morning.” Bill says, patting his tie against his chest.

“Bill, it is eight at night.” Beverly giggles, patting his arm while he gives a quick hug to a pouting Eddie.

“Well, it’s my morning! These overnight shifts have been killing me lately. I hate not being able to see any of you, and I have to go to work literally right now .” Bill sighs.

This makes Stan crane his long neck around the kitchen doorway, giving Bill a disbelieving look.

“You’re not staying for Friday Night Dinner?!” He asks snappily.

“Nope, sorry Stanny, not tonight. I got called in early because Shelly couldn’t make her shift. And to top it all off, tonight is the big 80s dance party, it it is going to get fucking crazy. I have to get there early before everyone shows up to the bar to prepare.” Bill is already walking towards the door, grabbing his jacket off of their coat rack.

“But please do save me a plate, Stan. I wouldn’t miss your cooking for the world.” Bill says, giving Stan a cute little smirk and Stan just smiles right back at him. “Okay, Billy.”

Before Bill puts his hand on the doorknob, however, Beverly basically lights up like a Christmas tree, throwing her hands up in and air and yelling an “AHA!”

Eddie jumps, putting his small hand over his heart before glaring over at her. “Jesus, Bev, you are going to give me a heart attack, what is it?”

“Eddie! Sweets! Let’s go the fuck out tonight! That will cheer you up, right?!” She says the statement like its a question but Eddie knows she isn’t looking for an answer. Her mind is completely made up. They’re going.

“Ugh, Bev, no. I’m really not in the mood. I feel like I had the life sucked out of me by an energy vampire or something.” Eddie pleads, his head hung low. The literal last thing that Eddie wanted to do right now was go see other people have fun while he wallowed in his loneliness and drank a vodka tonic.

“AS SOON AS WE ARE DONE WITH DINNER WE ARE GOING OUT, BIITCH!” Beverly yelled. “HEY, BOYS, ARE YOU COMING TOO OR WHAT?”

Bill’s face split open into an incredibly large smile. He would get to hang out with his best friends after all. He knew they would just loiter around the counter while he bartends, like they always do.

“Nope!” “Me either!” Come the voices of Stan and Mike, both of them obviously wrapped up in whatever tomfoolery they were usually pulling together. “It’s Saturday tomorrow, we have to open the tea shop early anyway!”

Ben finally comes walking back out of the kitchen, setting a few plates of food on the dining room table. “I’m in. I’d love to come with you guys, Beverly.”

“Alright, it’s final! Ben, Eddie, and Bev out on the town. It isn’t going to know what hit it.” She cheered, spinning around to shoot Eddie a gorgeous full-toothed smile. He couldn’t resist her.

“Okay, Bev. But only or a few hours-”

“Victory! Stan, Mike, hurry up with the grub so I can get Eddie’s gay ass to The Gallery!”

Eddie was definitely in over his head. Definitely.

After dinner, Eddie and Beverly took a few minutes trying on different outfits, and then the three of them were walking down Main St towards Bill’s bar. Eddie was wearing tight black jeans and a white polo. Inconspicuous, simple, and would hopefully help him blend into the background. The last thing he need tonight was unwanted attention.

Beverly and Ben were holding hands, swinging their arms in between one another. Eddie smiles at them, walking a little bit slower and trailing just behind.

Ben and Bev’s relationship was a strange one. She knew how much Ben adored her. Loved her, even. And more than the usual Loser Love for one another. He had since he was 13 years old. His love was endlessly deep and ragefully romantic. She knew. But it never stopped her from dating other men, or women, and keeping an open invitation for anyone who wished to flirt with her.

And Ben let her. Sure, they shared a room and bed together, but Ben grew up with Beverly and knew just how stifling and abusive her father was. Ben wasn’t here to keep Beverly on a leash, and certainly didn’t want to smother any of the radiance she exuded. She always came home to him, and that is what mattered to him. That he was the favorite. (And he was.)

Their relationship just worked, and that is what mattered to them. They were both incredibly happy.

It made Eddie only half jealous.

They eventually made it to The Gallery, and Eddie quickly took a seat right smack center of the bar counter. Bill walked over to him immediately, giving him a large smile.

“What’ll it be tonight, Kaspbrak?” He teased.

“Vodka soda, Bill, you already know my order, you dork.” Eddie laughs, his eyes and nose crinkling. Ben and Bev walk up behind him, giving their orders to the other bartender.

“I know, I just love asking.” Bill slides the drink over to him and winks. Ben and Bev receive their drinks and immediately hit the dance floor. The bar is pumping Heart of Glass by Blondie and the crowd it singing along.

“Aren’t you going to do dance?” Bill asks, wiping up a spill on the counter.

“No. I really didn’t feel like coming, but you know Beverly. Once she thinks she comes up with a great idea…”

“… She sticks to it.” Bill finishes knowingly. “Well alright, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything.” And with that, Bill walks to the other end of the bar counter.

Eddie spends the few half hour just people watching. A lot of the people dancing had dressed for the occasion and were dressed in ridiculous neon clothing and legwarmers. 80s music blasted from the speakers, and Eddie could barely hear himself speak. It was the exact opposite of his entire work day earlier that evening, and he felt like he was almost getting whiplash.

He eventually finishes his drink and gets another from Bill. Just as he is about to get his drink handed to him, another body walks up to the counter, their arm brushing Eddie’s.

And what Eddie sees nearly takes his breathe away.

Just in front of him is a tall man with unruly black curls tied up into a loose bun on the top of his head. His thick eyebrows perfectly match a pair of dark black irises. The man is wearing a long blue button-up dress that had small little white flowers all over it. It rested just above his shoes.

Eddie had never seen anyone who looked so peculiar, yet so undeniably beautiful. The man’s jaw was strict and square, but it was matched perfectly with a feminine and full pair of lips. Lips that were talking.

To him.

“Uh- w-what?” Eddie says, blinking a few times before looking up to meet the man’s eyes.

“I said, hi! What’re you doing here all on your own, gorgeous?” The stranger asks, voice nearly yelling over the music from the dance floor.

“W-what?” Was Eddie hearing this gorgeous creature correctly?

“I said, you’re quite a sight for sore eyes. I was wondering if I could keep you company?” The man flirted, lowering his head so that he was at eye-level with Eddie.

“If… You want to…” Eddie was at a loss for words at first, but quickly caught back up with himself. He couldn’t stop the nervous twitch of his hands around his drink, however.

“What’s your name, Stranger?” He flirted. Was this flirting? Was he doing this right?

“Richie.” He says, taking a quick sip of his drink, not breaking eye-contact with Eddie. “What’s yours, jitterbug?”

“E-Eddie. Eddie Kaspbrak.”

“Eddie, huh? Well, Eddie Spaghetti, what do you say to dancing with me? I have been watching you, and you haven’t gotten up from this stool. Are you with anyone?” Richie asks, quirking his head to the side while his eyes smoldered into Eddie’s.

“O-oh. Yeah, I’m here with my friends Ben and Be-” Just as Eddie is about to finish his sentence, a song comes on slowly over the speakers.

Richie’s eyes go wide, and an enormous grin takes over his features. He grabs Eddie’s hand away from his vodka soda and pulls him off of his stool.

“What are you doing?!” Eddie nearly shrieks, his anxiety through the roof despite the two drinks in his system. Richie was pulling him towards the dance floor.

Richie took him towards the crowd, but didn’t take them into the ocean of bodies. He stopped just short of the actual dance floor and took both of Eddie’s hands in his. Richie started swaying his arms, happy to dance just outside of the gaggle of people.

“I love this song! Dance with me, Eddie!” Queen’s I Want To Break Free was absolutely blasting through the speakers, and Richie looked elated.

Eddie had never actually danced before. I mean, he had, but not really. He would bob his head up and down to a song he liked, or shimmy his shoulders while he sat in one place, but he had never actually… Gotten up and danced before.

Richie’s long hair quickly escaped from its hair-tie capture so that when he moved his head back and forth it swished and swayed under the powerful and colorful lights. Eddie was simply captivated.

“Dance, Eddie Spaghetti! Like this!” Richie released his hands then, and began to dance wildly all on his own. His chest was heaving with the effort, and in Eddie’s opinion, he looked absolutely adorable and ridiculous. This guy didn’t have one actual dancer bone in his body and he was going bananas. His blue dress swished around as he moved. Eddie laughed out loud at him, and it just made Richie smile wider.

“You look crazy!” Eddie yells. Eddie still doesn’t dance though, only awkwardly keeping his arms cross against his stomach as he looks around nervously. Richie was going to have to use another tactic.

“I want to break free! I want to breaaakkk freee!” Richie sings at him, grabbing both of his hands again and looking him deep in the eyes. “Sing with me instead, Eds!”

Eddie looks around sheepishly again, still very self conscious. He does start to relax though, because even after Richie did his strange and hilarious dance performance, nobody was looking at them or paying them any mind. Eddie let a little smile play on his lips before he finally gives into Richie entirely, and belts out the next few lines with him as the lights dance on their faces.

“I have got to break freee! God knows, God knows I want to break free! ” Eddie really loved this song too know, if he was being honest. Richie laughs out loud, and they both sing to each other with huge smiles on their faces as they lightly swing their arms back and forth, not unlike Ben and Beverly did on their walk here.

I Want To Break Free slowly melts into the next song, Talking Head’s This Must Be The Place. Eddie thinks that now the song is finished that Richie will pull away, but he does the opposite. He pulls Eddie close and places his hands on his hips. Eddie reciprocates by placing both of his arms on Richie’s shoulders, lightly swaying back and forth as the music plays.

“Have I met you before? I’m getting crazy deja vu. Like I was meant to meet you here.” Richie admits, a playful dance in his eyes and a crooked-toothed grin glued to his face.

“Well, I work at Eddie’s Bookstore on the end of Main…” Eddie begins, still a little bashful.

“That’s it! I work on Main St. too! Right across the street from there!” Richie says brightly, like this is the best news he has ever heard.

They don’t talk for almost the entirety of the song, just glancing at each other while the music continues to play boomingly around them. Richie sings along to a few of the more ridiculous lines, and Eddie can’t help but keep laughing at his absurdity. Eventually though, the music ends, and Eddie comes back to reality

“I have to be getting home now, Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie says, lightly pulling away from Eddie’s embrace. But Eddie doesn’t want him to go yet.

Eddie pulls him closer for a moment longer, putting his lips up to Richie’s ear.

“I want to see you again.” He says urgently and breathlessly, hoping that he whispered it loud enough in the taller man’s ear.

“I’m sure you’ll see me around, Spaghetti Man.” Richie says with a grin. Just then, Richie smooshes a soft kiss to his cheek and unwraps himself out of Eddie’s arms.

Eddie is almost disappointed, watching Richie’s back walk away from him. Before finally coming back to his wits.

“Hey, Richie! Don’t call me that!” He yells, cupping his mouth with his hands.

Richie just laughs, giving Eddie a little wave and salute, and then he is out the bar doors.

Notes:

Poor Eddie is already so fond of Rich and its like,,,, buddy,,, ily buddy but seriously

A few headcannons: -Bill is literally head over heels for each of the Losers and kisses them at any given opportunity like a lovesick dad -Ben is the most understanding and giving and is relentlessly picking up after the other Losers messes around the house and never complains he just wants to help ugh -Beverly is the glue to the group. She holds them all together, she is the absolute center of attention. Shes like the Sun to their Solar System and I love her -Richie is honestly the weirdest little shit and I can’t believe he is real -Without Richie growing up with him, I imagine it took Eddie much much longer to stand up to his mother and his other bullies. I feel like Richie’s constant compliments and bickering with Eddie really helped him get a backbone and grow a self esteem, so without Rich, Eddie is just a little bubble of self conscious anxiety -Without growing up with Eds though, Rich is this honest to god weirdo that just can’t figure out how to fit into society (hence the homelessness and overall tomfoolery)

[queenofchildren]

So I saw this post and I just had to use it as a Rosvolio prompt. [also on ao3]

This is all Juliet's fault.

If her little cousin hadn't decided that Rosaline, home for the holidays for less than a day, had to meet her new boyfriend, Rosaline would sure as hell not have gone out to meet any new people tonight.

If Juliet hadn't picked a rock concert, of all things, as the ideal place to introduce her questionable new boyfriend (possibly to limit the amount of questions Rosaline would be able to ask when grilling him on his intentions), then Rosaline wouldn't be stumbling around a concert venue lobby, frantically looking for her little cousin and said boyfriend who took off for the front of the hall to dance during the first song of the set and haven't been seen since.

And if Juliet hadn't picked a Montague of all people, the one guy most likely to piss off her parents and get the whole town talking, Rosaline wouldn't currently be stuck with the other Montague, who turned out to be their designated driver for the night – not that anyone bothered to tell her that beforehand.

Now, the Montague and her are standing closer together than she ever intended to be with any Montague, let alone this one, and she has to remind herself that this is a good thing: At least she isn't completely alone, and she still has access to her ride home. Unfortunately, that ride home is also the last person she ever wanted to be stuck with, considering the man is the most exasperating person she ever met, and they barely made it through their pre-concert dinner at a vegan burger restaurant without ending the night right then. Their dislike of the idea of vegan burgers was the only thing she and Benvolio agreed on all evening, and now suddenly they're supposed to work together to get their stray cousins back?

Rosaline wishes with all her might that she and Juliet were back at her aunt and uncle's house for the welcome-home-activity she suggested, which would be lounging around in their pyjamas, eating a lot of ice-cream and chatting and giggling and getting drunk on storebought Pina Colada mix.

Her buzzing phone brings her back to the reality of the increasingly crowded lobby.

"where r u?"

Juliet's grating text speak makes her even more irritated, but at least it's a sign her cousin noticed that something's wrong in the first place.

"We're fucking -"

Someone jostles her, and Rosaline accidentally hits send too early. She quickly adds the rest of the statement:

"-looking for you!"

She tucks her phone away to avoid dropping it as another wave of concert-goers sweeps them further towards the doors. The irresistible, brutal force of their mass is beginning to get scary when Benvolio takes hold of her arm and pulls her behind a column and out of the writhing stream of people.

When she looks at her phone again, it's blowing up with messages from Juliet.

"WHAT????"

"wtf rose?!?"

"how fucking drunk are you???"

"after ranting about how annoying you find him earlier? Really?!?"

Rosaline is momentarily confused by this response, then her eyes fall on her last message – and the little red warning beside it: message not sent.

What she sent Juliet is just the first part of her message: "we're fucking." That's it. And since Juliet knows who she's with, Rosaline can understand her confusion.

"No, Jules! We're not", she has to force herself to type the word, "fucking. We're fucking LOOKING FOR YOU, is what I meant to write."

She waits for the whole message to go through, then quickly adds: "As if!"

"Ridiculous," she huffs to herself, and only then remembers that Benvolio is standing right there, crowding her against the column in a way she would find unacceptable if it wasn't clear he was just shielding her from the slew of people. Which in itself is irritating too, because him being considerate like this makes her think he may not be as bad as she thought he was, and she was perhaps being a little prematurely judgmental based on her bad mood and the fact that in her family, hating Montagues is par for the course even when one doesn't really know them all that well.

"What's ridiculous?" Benvolio cuts through her thoughts to ask.

Obviously, repeating Juliet's assumption out loud is out of the question, so Rosaline holds up her phone and shows him their misunderstanding-laden conversation. His eyes go wide for a moment, then he chuckles and hands her phone back.

"Looks like you gave poor Juliet quite the shock."

"I can't believe she even thought I was serious. I mean, can you imagine?"

The words just slip out before she can realize that a) they're actually pretty mean-spirited, even towards a Montague and b) now that she's said them out loud, her mind is itching to do just that, as if issued a challenge to try and really imagine the unlikely scenario.

And then Benvolio cocks his head to the side, studies her for a moment, and says: "I can, actually."

Her mouth falls open in shock as the words sink in. She waits for him to laugh, say he was just kidding... but he doesn't. He looks at her for another moment, then his earnest expression turns embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..."

She's not entirely sure what triggers her next move – maybe it's the prospect of the upcoming holidays, sharing an air mattress with her sister in the room that used to be theirs and has now been turned into a home gym, dodging her aunt's constant nagging and her uncle's questions about whether or not she's got a career or a rich husband to show off yet, and sitting through the inevitable blow-up when Juliet reveals that she's been dating a Montague for the past three months.

Maybe it's the way he immediately tries to take a step back, give her space and let her know that he isn't trying to pressure her.

Maybe it's the fact that she hasn't had any action in months due to heartbreak and stress and he is attractive, in that careless, golden-boy, “everyone loves me 'cause I'm rich”- sort of way that would remind her too much of the frat boys at her college if it weren't for his smiles, which are genuine and bright and generously issued.

In any case, her mind takes his “I can, actually” and runs with it, straight to a detailed preview of what exactly he might be imagining, and next thing she knows Rosaline grabs the back of his neck, pulls him close, and kisses him – and Benvolio goes right along.  

Which means she doesn't need to be careful or hesitant about it, and Benvolio in turn hums against her lips and grabs her waist and pulls her flush against him to make sure she doesn't have a second to regret her impulsive choice.

She's soon pressed completely back against the column behind her, his hands stretching her shirt across her ribcage and his beard scratching her neck and his hair soft under her hands, and when he breaks away, the idea that he wants to stop is actually disappointing.

“Fuck, Capulet,” he pants, matching her own labored breaths, “are you sure you're not having some sort of out-of-body experience?”

“I may be,” she replies, which is the truth but she doesn't even care right now.

Benvolio chuckles and bumps his nose into hers in an oddly sweet gesture. “So, I'm annoying, huh?”

“Shut up!”

He complies, catches her lips for another hot, open-mouthed kiss, and doesn't talk again until someone clears their throat beside them – their cousins have found them while things were just short of getting indecent, both wearing identical shit-eating grins.

Benvolio ushers them all into his car without a word of comment, then kicks Juliet and Romeo out  at Romeo's dorm and takes Rosaline straight to his own apartment.

And a few months later, when things between them show no signs of cooling off, Juliet smugly continues to tell everyone that it was all her fault.

[ao3]

[littlej097]

A Year with the Anderson-Hummels - Week 5

Summary: It’s Lucy’s 10th’s Birthday and Kurt and Blaine want to make the day perfect for her. 

“So Lucy, your birthday is coming up in a few days.” Kurt began one night while seated at the dinner table. All three of the older kids were out, so it was just Kurt, Blaine and Lucy. “Do you have any idea what you want to do?” Lucy shrugged her shoulders.

“Papa’s right kiddo.” Blaine said. “This is a big birthday. Double digits. You must have something that you want to do or something you want.”

“I want a pony.” Lucy said, a smile on her face.

“Something that we can realistically buy.” Kurt told her.

“You can realistically buy me a pony if you try hard enough.” Lucy shot back.

“Nice try.” Blaine told her. “Pick again.”

“Okay fine…” She sighed. “I don’t really need to do anything big. I just want to have a few friends over for a sleepover.”

“Now that sounds perfectly reasonable.” Kurt told her. “Who would you like to invite?” he asked.

“Ummm….Maisie, Riley, Sophia.” Lucy told them.

“Perfect!” Kurt said. He loved all three of those girls. They were all so sweet and polite.

“And Dakota! I want to invite her too.” Kurt looked over at his husband who had visibly tensed up.

“Dakota? I thought you guys weren’t friends anymore?” Blaine asked.

“We made up.” Lucy told them very matter of factly. “And I really want her to come to my birthday party.”

“Okay, honey. Of course she can come.” Kurt told his daughter, which earned him a glare from Blaine. Kurt knew exactly why his husband was upset. Dakota Carlyle was the daughter of Gwendolyn Carlyle who was head of the PTA and resident bitch at the kids school. Since Kurt had gotten his promotion, Blaine had been the one to deal with the many demands of their children's school, which meant he had spent his fair share of time dealing with Gwendolyn Carlyle.

“I can’t stand that woman!” Blaine told his husband later that night while they were getting into bed. “She thinks she’s better than everyone else and thinks she runs the whole school.”

“Well, she kind of does.” Kurt muttered.

“And I’ve met Dakota!” Blaine said. “She’s a little brat! I don’t even know why Lucy wants to be friends with her.”

“I don’t know, but we can’t tell her who she can and can’t be friends with.” Kurt reminded him. “It’s one night that we’ll have to deal with her. So for now, shhh,” he said as he held a finger to his lips. “Just got to sleep.” Blaine let out an angry huff before scooting closer to his husband.

“But I just want to say..”

“Shhh”

“But-”

“Shhhh!” Kurt told him again. “Sleep.”

Over the course of the week, Kurt, Blaine and Lucy got together stuff for her birthday party. She wanted pink streamers and balloons. They also got a large foil one and zero balloon. Lucy had decided on a chocolate cake with vanilla icing that was also pink, which wasn’t a shocker. Things were really starting to come together...until Lucy came home from school one day.

“Daddy,” she began.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Blaine replied.

“Dakota said that she’s a vegan and she’s also doesn’t eat anything with gluten in it. Is there gluten in my cake?” she asked.

“Umm… yeah. I think there is.” Blaine replied with a sigh, already knowing where this was heading.

“If she can’t have cake, what is she going to eat?” Lucy said, some panic evident in her voice.

“Okay honey, it’s okay. I’ll whip up some gluten free vegan cupcakes or brownies...or something.” Blaine told her.

“Do you have recipes for those?” she asked.

“No, but for you I will scour the internet for one.” Blaine pressed a kiss to his little girl’s head. “Go on and start your homework. Everything will be fine.”

“I love you Daddy. You’re the best.” Lucy replied before skipping off to her room to start her homework. Blaine rolled his eyes. Baking some weird vegan gluten free cupcakes hadn’t been in his plan for the day.

When Kurt got home later that even, he found Blaine in the kitchen. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Can’t you tell? I’m making bullshit vegan gluten free cupcakes because over at the Carlyle house they’re vegan and gluten free. And because I love our daughter, I had to go through this shit to make sure that her friend had something to eat because she’s too good for store bought birthday cake.”

“We had the stuff to make vegan gluten free cupcakes?” Kurt asked. Blaine gave him a glare.

“Are you kidding me? No! We didn’t have the stuff.” Blaine exclaimed. “I had to go to some weird health shop twenty minutes away so I could get stuff like coconut oil, gluten free oat powder, and coconut syrup...which I didn’t even know was a thing! If you ask me, the vegans in this world are going to take out all the coconuts. Coconuts are going to be an endangered fruit!” Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not funny Kurt!”

“No honey, I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s not funny.” Kurt said, though he could barely contain his laughter.

“It’s that Gwendolyn Carlyle! Who makes a kid eat like this? Our kids aren’t vegans and they eat a hell of a lot of gluten and they’re just fine!”

“Well, how are they coming out?” Kurt asked.

“They’re going to be great! Because I am a great baker...much better than Gwendolyn Carlyle. I just need to pour them in the pans.” Blaine added. He walked over to the cabinet above the fridge and reached up high. He could see the cupcake pans, but they were just out of his reach. He went up on his tippy toes and reached even further but he still couldn’t reach them.

“Do you need me to get it for you?” Kurt asked.

“No! How dare you insult the vertically challenged!” Blaine retorted. He continued to reach for the pans. Kurt watched as his husband struggled, his tongue poking out of his mouth. He only did that when he was really focusing on something. After a few seconds, his husband relaxed and his shoulders slumped forward. “Okay...help me.” he muttered. Kurt gave his husband a smirk and walked over. He grabbed the cupcake pans with ease and set them on the counter.

“Anything else hun?”

“No. Leave me and my lack of height alone so I can finish these bullshit cupcakes.” Blaine muttered.

“Will do. I’ll be in the office if you need me.” Kurt told him before disappearing down the hallway. If Kurt knew one thing for sure, Lucy’s birthday in a few days was going to be interesting to say the least.

Saturday came and it was time for Lucy’s party. She was so excited that she was practically bouncing off the walls. “What time are my friends coming Papa?” she asked.

“They should be here by four.” Kurt told her. “And it’s almost time so they should be here soon.”

“We’re going to have so much fun!” The almost ten year old exclaimed. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Lucy ran to the front door with Kurt on her heels. It was her friend, Maisie. She was tall for her age with the most beautiful red hair that Kurt had ever seen. She was also the daughter of one of his coworkers at Vogue, Angela.

“Happy Birthday Lucy!” Maisie exclaimed as she extended a large purple bag to her friend.

“Thank you! Come in! You can put your sleeping bag in the living room.” Lucy told her as she took her friends hand.

“Hello Kurt,” Angela replied. “Thanks for inviting her. Maisie is so excited.”

“Well, we’re glad to have her.” Kurt replied.

“Where’s Blaine?” she asked.

“Oh, he’s out grabbing the pizza.” he replied.

“Hope you remembered to order a gluten free one without cheese.” Angela laughed. “I heard Dakota Carlyle is coming to the party.”

“Oh we know all about Dakota’s diet requirements.” Kurt confessed.

“Maisie had her over a few weeks ago. I have never met a brattier child.” Angela whispered so the girls wouldn’t hear. “And her mother...well don’t even get me started.”

“Sounds like you should be talking to Blaine. He’s not her biggest fan either.”

“Well you tell Blaine if he ever needs to rant to call me. We’ll get drinks.” Angela told him.

“I will I promise.” Kurt laughed. “Anyway, you can pick Maisie up around ten o’clock tomorrow. I’m sure they’ll have a great time.”

“Sounds good! Bye honey!” Angela said as she waved to her daughter and then left to get back in her car. Riley and Sophia, Lucy’s other friends showed up later. All four girls were playing happily when Blaine got back with the pizza.

“Pizza!” the four girls exclaimed.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on!” Kurt said stepping in front of his husband. “We should wait until Dakota gets here to eat pizza. That’s the polite thing to do.”

“But we’re hungry!” Lucy whined.

“I’ll put some chips in a bowl for you.” Kurt told his daughter as he opened a new bag of chips and poured them in a bowl for her.

“How long are we going to make them wait?” Blaine asked quietly. “The party started at four and it’s almost five. Dakota is an hour late.”

“We’ll give her like fifteen more minutes and then we’ll let them eat. Why don’t you stick the pizza in the oven until she gets here.” Kurt told him. They waited for another twenty minutes before the doorbell finally rang. Lucy got there first and opened it to reveal Dakota and her mother. Blaine and Kurt walked in soon after.

“Sorry we’re late.” Gwendolyn replied as Dakota rushed in the house with Lucy.  “We just plain lost track of time.”

“Yeah, we were wondering if you got lost.” Kurt said with a laugh.

“I told Dakota to text Lucy. It must have not gone through.” she said.

“Well, Lucy doesn’t have a phone...she’s only ten.” Kurt told her.

“Oops!” Gwendolyn replied. “Anyway, hello Blaine.”

“Hi Gwendolyn.” Blaine replied

“Looking forward to seeing you at the next PTA meeting. Maybe you can bring some of those delightful cookies you make.” She replied with a fake smile. Blaine knew she was lying. Stupid vegan would never eat his cookies.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll try.” he replied.

“Anyway, I’ll get going. I have a pilates class.” she said.

“Well have fun.” Kurt replied as he slowly began to close the door. After Gwendolyn left, it was just them and the five girls. They opened up the pizzas. Lucy, Maisie, Riley and Sophia all had pepperoni while Dakota had her special pizza. Then they decided to watch a movie in the living room.

“This is a really pretty purse.” Lucy said to Dakota while they were watching the movie.

“It’s Chanel.” she replied

“You named your purse?” Sophia asked sweetly.

“No! It’s a brand.” Dakota replied. “Not that you would know.” she muttered.

“Hey, what does that mean?” Lucy asked.

“I just means that she probably doesn’t have fancy brands like this. Her mom is maid at a hotel and her dad works a restaurant.”

“He owns a restaurant.” Sophia told her.

“Yeah and it doesn’t really matter what her parents do. What you’re saying is really mean.” Lucy told her.

“I’m not being mean. I’m just telling the truth.” Dakota said. “My mother tells me everything. She’s on a scholarship to our school because her parents can’t afford it, so why would they have fancy brands like Chanel. They’re obviously poor.” Lucy could tell that Sophia was getting upset.

“Dakota, just stop! You’re not telling the truth. You’re just being a bully.” Lucy shot back. “And Sophia is my friend! I don’t want you treating her like this.”

“I thought I was your friend!” Dakota demanded.

“You were, but I like being friends with bullies.” Lucy replied. Kurt and Blaine who heard the commotion came into the living room.

“What’s going on?” Kurt asked.  

“I’m going home! I’m going to text my mother!” Dakota said before she stomped down the hall and went into the bathroom.

“What just happened?” Blaine asked again. He looked over at Sophia who had tears in her eyes.

“Dakota was being mean to Sophia.” Lucy told them. “She was being a bully and I don’t like it when people are mean to my friends so I told her about it.”

“Sophia, honey, are you okay?” Kurt asked. The little girl nodded, though she still looked a bit shaken up to him. After about twenty minutes, the doorbell rang and Blaine opened it.  It was Gwendolyn Carlyle and she did not look happy.

“So, why did my daughter text me that she is being bullied at this party?” she demanded.

“Well...your daughter is not telling the whole truth.” Blaine shot back. “Dakota was the one bullying another girl at the party.”

“My daughter is not a bully.” Gwendolyn retorted.

“Okay,” Blaine sarcastically replied with a huff.

“What?”

“I just find it hard to believe that with a mother like you that your daughter couldn’t not be a bully.” Blaine told her. “Listen, I have dealt with bullies my entire life. Kurt and I have taught our children that the only thing that matters about a person is that they are genuine, kind and treat others with respect. And your child does not do that. Lucy has made her decision and I’ve made mine. You can take your daughter home. We don’t accept bullies in this house.”

“You are making a huge mistake.” Gwendolyn growled as she stepped further into the house.

“No, you are making a mistake if you think you are getting any further into my house.” Blaine growled back. “Take your daughter. Oh and you can take this bullshit gluten free vegan pizza because it tastes awful and get out of my house. Oh and by the way, I won’t be at PTA meeting so you’ll have to go without my cookies.”

“They weren’t good anyway.” Gwendolyn hissed.

“Oh, I’m so hurt.” Blaine replied sarcastically. “Just get out of here.”

“Dakota, let’s go.” Gwendolyn replied as she left with her daughter. Blaine slammed the door and went into the kitchen where Kurt and the other girls were waiting.

“Well, let’s not let that get us down. This is a party and I think it’s time for cake.” Blaine said. He went and got the pink birthday cake. They put ten candles on it and sang. Lucy was smiling from ear to ear and all four girls ate every bite of their cake. Clearly they didn’t care that the cake was store bought and not gluten free.  The rest of their night went smoothly. The girls all got along and they went to bed.

In the middle of the night, Blaine woke up and saw that his husband was not in bed. He padded down the hallway and found Kurt in the kitchen. He was eating one of the cupcakes that he had made for Dakota. “What are you doing?” he whispered so he didn’t wake up the girl.

“I needed a midnight snack.” Kurt told him. “These are so fucking good Blaine.”

“Well, I’m a fantastic baker.” Blaine replied.

“I might need to go vegan.” Kurt confessed.

“You take that back!” Blaine shot back.

“Have you even tried them?” Blaine shook his head and then took a bite of the cupcake that his husband was extending towards him. The cupcake was chocolatey and moist...and really good.

“Damn, they are good.” Blaine confessed. Kurt finished up his cupcake and threw it in the garbage before peeking into the living room. All four girls were sleeping peacefully.

“I’m really proud of her.” Kurt said. “...and you.”

“I’m proud of her too.” Blaine confessed. “And I’m happy that I got to tell off that bitch Gwendolyn Carlyle. Right now, i’m tired. Are you going to join me back in bed?”

“Of course I am.” Kurt said as he took Blaine’s outstretched hand. The two men walked back to the bedroom and settled into bed. They knew that the girls would most likely be waking them up either, but neither one of them cared. Both Kurt and Blaine were proud of their daughter. She stood up for her friends and did the right thing. She really was growing up...much too fast for Kurt and Blaine’s taste.

[pop-ulence]

Could you post the result paragraphs for the toxic ex crush thing you made please? mine was v accurate (you really called my non confrontational ass out lmao) but my friends wasn’t and we’re curious what hers is 🤔

yeah, of course! this is long, so i’ll put it under a read more

Colton - wow, you're like actually the worst :/ you don't try to be, though. in fact, you actually come off as pretty great to people who don't know you (and aren't madly in love with you). sometimes you treat people like garbage, but then you turn around and apologize and act nice immediately after so they can't stay mad at you. once, you asked me for advice on how to ask out another girl even though you knew i liked you. another time, you made me wait outside my work for two hours and then never showed up. maybe... you should work on being more considerate of those around you

Luke - i always thought you were kind of a stuck-up, narcissistic asshole but then one time you implied that you wanted to get married to me and i thought ‘hm.. what if?’ anyway, you’re still kind of an asshole, but you’re pretty cute too. the only problem is that you know you’re cute. stop acting like you’re better than everyone else and then maybe i’ll actually end up marrying you.

Richard - you were the first boy that ever took the time to get to know me and like me for me! i told you all abt my interests and hobbies and even tho you didn’t 100% share them, you still loved how passionate i was. thank you for being so supportive and helping me to realize that it’s okay to have dorky interests. however, i’ll never forgive you for telling me you weren’t ready for a relationship and then asking out a prettier girl two weeks later. honestly, i’m glad she dumped you. she was out of your league anyway. *I* was out of your league

Andrew - you were the first boy i ever had a crush on and then, like, 13 years later we reconnected once we were in college. you were so sweet and we would facetime and text and i really pictured myself falling in love with you. you asked me out on a date but then you ghosted me after. and when i asked why a month later you told me i ‘wasn’t worth the effort.’ grow the fuck up. learn how to reject people like a normal human being and stop being so non-confrontational. i’m glad i didn’t make out with you in your cheap volvo. fucking prick.

Nathan - we had such a weird love/hate relationship and i chalk most of that up to the fact that we were in middle school and going through puberty. honestly, you were never remotely interested in me and always treated me like shit but somehow i convinced myself that we could make it work. i think i was more in love with the abstract idea of you than who you really were and i'm sorry about that. i'll never forget when i asked you out and you told me you were only nice to me because i didn't have any friends. anyway, you grew up to be ugly so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i guess karma had its kiss for you, asshole

James - oh god you’re so sweet. you’re so sensitive and soft uwu. thank you for caring so much about things like climate change and universal healthcare. thank you for ranting about these things constantly even when people ask you to stop. and thank you SO MUCH for becoming vegan so you could tell us how much more "woke" you are than the rest of the world. don’t worry tho, i’ll always know the real you. i’ll always know that your favorite kinds of movies are those cheap comedies that do stupid stunts and make fun of women. but nobody else has to know that when you go to the next women’s march and hit on the girls there ;)

Aaron - ours was the love that never was. i’ve had a crush on you forever but you were always dating some friend of mine so i’d awkwardly third wheel on your couple time and think ‘god i wish that were me.’ thanks for being so cool and understanding abt that. also, maybe try not to be so oblivious in the future? you’re a very stand-up, all around great person. stop selling yourself short

Steven - my first requited romance :) ours was a short-lived love story, but also it won't end bc i think i'm still in love with you and that makes our friend groups' yearly get-togethers all the more awkward. i’m so sorry i let you get away. watching you date all those other people really sucked too. honestly you were cute when we were young but now you’ve grown up to be hot and you’re still as sweet and funny as ever. thanks for being amazing. please return my calls

Damien - i fell in love with you at first sight and continued deeply pining after you for the entirety of our friendship following. you’re funny and sarcastic and love to mess around. it’s too bad you’re very much into being the ‘older sibling type.’ thanks for leading me on for a whole year and then dating someone who looks exactly like me instead! maybe you should reflect on if the person you’re dating is just a walmart-brand version of the person you actually like. maybe you should try and go out with the person you actually like. unless you like walmart, in which case... save money, live better

I Never Had a Crush on You - how did you even get this?? i’ve had crushes on so many different guys this must be nearly impossible unless you literally picked all of the WORST answers. like there’s no other way. i’m so sorry. maybe someone else will love you but it certainly won’t be me. i guess you’re valid?? but let’s not talk

*i just wanna note that this quiz is more for fun than an actual representation of personality (or even of these people). while what i’ve said is true, nobody is inherently awful or amazing bc of how they’ve treated me, personally. in fact, i’m still friends with most of these guys (tho i’m sure you can narrow down which ones i’m NOT friends with). anyway, all of these descriptions are dramatic interpretations of these guys, which is why you should NOT take to heart your results. either way, i’m glad you enjoyed it! :)

[platonic-bellarke]

Do all of the number asks

Wow ok 1: Full nameSarah Abigail Large 2: Age163: 3 FearsDrowning, being considered an annoying friend, being ignored 4: 3 things I loveMusic Frank iero Art5: 4 turns onTattoos Dark hair (on guys on girls anything)Blue eyes Being able to listen to me rant and talk about things I love 6: 4 turns offRepublicans Homophobic people Ignoring me Hypocrisy 7: My best friendShe goes to my school 8: Sexual orientationBisexual9: My best first dateI have never dated anyone lmao10: How tall am I5’4 and a half11: What do I missMy Chemical Romance and my best friend in elementary school and middle school 12: What time was I bornI think around 12:35 in the afternoon 13: Favourite colorAnything blue tbh (pretty much cool colors)14: Do I have a crushYes, I actually have 2 lmao here’s this girl and my school and this guy at this other school 15: Favourite quote“Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself and become a better person” or “All your quirks, all your problems-even your depressions and your failures-it what makes you, you” both by Gerard Way (or just “keep running” from danger days) 16: Favourite placeMy bed with my dog and cat listening to music 17: Favourite foodI love banana and grapes 18: Do I use sarcasmOccasionally 19: What am I listening to right nowThe white album by Weezer (specially the song L.A. girlz)20: First thing I notice in new personEither hair and facial features or, if I talk to them, their personality 21: Shoe sizeLike 8-9 (in US women’s)22: Eye colorLike blue, green, grayish 23: Hair colorbrown with some natural blonde highlights 24: Favourite style of clothingI love flannels and black jeans and beanies and hoodies (idk just like that aesthetic)25: Ever done a prank call?Yep27: Meaning behind my URLThe joke of bellarke being platonic and “platonic bellarke” being an oxymoron 28: Favourite moviePretty much any marvel movie (mcu) especially winter soldier or Ragnarok 29: Favourite songFamous last words, mama, the ghost of you, bulletproof heart, literally any thing by My Chemical Romance A Rush of Blood to the Head and Clocks by Coldplay Knights of Cydonia by Muse Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day Say it ain’t so and My Name is Jonas by Weezer Ode to sleep by Twenty One Pilots (I couldn’t narrow it down to one sorry)30: Favourite bandMy Chemical Romance (coldplay and Muse and close seconds)31: How I feel right nowAnxious (over nothing) tired, a little sad32: Someone I loveFrank iero, my best friend, my family 33: My current relationship statusSingle (hmu)34: My relationship with my parentsReally good 35: Favourite holidayHALLOWEEN 36: Tattoos and piercing i haveNone :(37: Tattoos and piercing i wantI want my ears and nose pierced. I want a My Chemical Romance, Coldplay, and muse tattoo (and many more)38: The reason I joined TumblrI made my first account in 2013 because my friends had tumblr and I want to blog about bands and tv shows. I made this one in 2016 because I want my tv shows and movie posts to be separated from my band blog. My band blog is less active now and has less followers lmao39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?Don’t have an ex. Never dated anyone 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Nope :/41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?No42: When did I last hold hands?My sister will grab my hands randomly haha43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?For school like 10 minutes but like if I’m going out and actually care about my appearance like an hour to an hour and a half 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?Nope45: Where am I right now?The bath46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?I have never drank (and tbh don’t plan on it) but probably my friends (?)47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?In my headphones: loud. In a public area: reasonable bc I don’t want to bother anyone 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?Yep I’m only 1649: Am I excited for anything?YES I AM MEETING AND SEEING AWOLNATION, JUDAH AND THE LION, AND DAN AND PHIL 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?nope. I have 0 guys friends bc I go to an all girls school 51: How often do I wear a fake smile?Lmao when ever I talk to someone who talks for too long or when I’m talking to teachers 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?Like 2 weeks ago not sure 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I never kissed anyone lmao54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Haha yep55: What is something I disliked about today?My body 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Frank iero (or Gerard Way or Chris Martin) 57: What do I think about most?How much i hate my body and how much I miss my Chemical Romance 58: What’s my strangest talent?I don’t really have any talents (I can whistle really well) 59: Do I have any strange phobias?Ladybugs60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Either (I want to become a film maker or an actor so)61: What was the last lie I told?Told my friend I was busy the other day when really I just wanted to be alone and watch Lucifer and runaways 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Depends on the person but usually phone 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?No for ghost yes for aliens 64: Do I believe in magic?Nope65: Do I believe in luck?Nope66: What’s the weather like right now?Super cold but I like lt (like 33 degrees and sunny) (0 degrees if your a Celsius person)67: What was the last book I’ve read?I am reading the umbrella academy comic by Gerard Way currently but for a book... I don’t really like to read books (for school I just read summary’s lmao) so the last full book I read was probably the hobbit in middle school (I love that book)68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?Yes 69: Do I have any nicknames?Abea, Dabby, anby70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?I got a cut on the top of the head when I was little and my dad had to stick it back 71: Do I spend money or save it?I try to save it but it usually doesn’t happen 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?No 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?Yes, a shampoo bottle 74: Favourite animal?CATS75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Watching Stephen Colbert 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Either trump or Morningstar (I have been watching too much Lucifer Help)77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Vampire money, famous last words by My Chemical Romance Mr. Brightside by the Killers 78: How can you win my heart?Liking the same music or shows and movies as me/Being able to listen to me rant about things I either love or hate 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?Idk something meaningful not sure yet 80: What is my favorite word?Idk I like the word nonchalant81: My top 5 blogs on tumblrI refuse to narrow it down to 5 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?Listen to conventional weapons by My Chemical Romance 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?Nope84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Either teleportation/Shrink and grow at will/or change my appearance and look like whoever I want 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Why I am sad86: What is my current desktop picture?I have like 10 back grounds but my main ones are my meet and greet with 30STM, a pic of frank iero I took at his show, and a pic of Matt Bellamy I took at a muse show 87: Had sex?No but I would like to 88: Bought condoms?Nope89: Gotten pregnant?Nope and hopefully I never will90: Failed a class?Nope91: Kissed a boy?Nope, but I would like to 92: Kissed a girl?No, but I would like to93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?Nope94: Had job?Nope95: Left the house without my wallet?Yep96: Bullied someone on the internet?No97: Had sex in public?Nope98: Played on a sports team?Yep, I swam and played soccer when I was younger 99: Smoked weed?Nope but I would like to100: Did drugs?No101: Smoked cigarettes?No and I don’t want to102: Drank alcohol?Yes, my parents will let me try their drinks. I have never liked them 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?I don’t eat any meat besides occasionally chicken 104: Been overweight?Yep105: Been underweight?Nope106: Been to a wedding?Yep107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?Yep108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Yep 109: Been outside my home country?Yep110: Gotten my heart broken?Kinda, one of my friends told me some pretty awful shit that made me hate myself and convince my self I have no friends so I hate her now and we used to be very close but whatever 111: Been to a professional sports game?Yep112: Broken a bone?I broke my finger once113: Cut myself?No but I have tried 114: Been to prom?No but I will this year !115: Been in airplane?Yep (was actually on one yesterday haha)116: Fly by helicopter?Nope117: What concerts have I been to?Boi so many. I have been to over 15Including Fall Out Boy Three Times Panic! At the Disco 3 times Twenty one pilots 3 timesWeezer 3 times (a 4th this summer)PVRIS 3 timesMuse30 Seconds to Mars Coldplay Frank iero and the Patience Bastille twice Judah and the lionBlink-182Green DayMaroon 5 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Yep, I currently do119: Learned another language?Nope 120: Wore make up?Yes, I love makeup 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?Nope, I’m only 16 though 122: Had oral sex?Nope123: Dyed my hair?Yep124: Voted in a presidential election?Nope125: Rode in an ambulance?Nope126: Had a surgery?I got my wisdom teeth removed does that count (?)127: Met someone famous?Yep, 30stm(Jared Leto), Tyler Joseph of twenty one pilots, panic! At the Disco, misha and Jared and Jensen from Supernatural, and Victoria justice 128: Stalked someone on a social network?Yep129: Peed outside?Yep130: Been fishing?Yes I hated it 131: Helped with charity?Yep 132: Been rejected by a crush?I have never asked anyone out 133: Broken a mirror?Nope 134: What do I want for birthday?Concert tickets, a s.o.135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?I never want kids omfg 136: Was I named after anyone?I don’t think so 137: Do I like my handwriting?Hahah no 138: What was my favourite toy as a child?I loved Thomas the train shit139: Favourite Tv Show?Either the 100, sherlock, or Gotham 140: Where do I want to live when older?I would like to live in Europe for some time in my life but I’ll probably stay in Tennessee for most of my life but I would love to travel everywhere 141: Play any musical instrument?No but I am trying to learn bass 142: One of my scars, how did I get it?There’s a scar on my knee from when i was climbing rocks to get to a rope swing and I scraped my leg on a rock 143: Favourite pizza toping?Extra cheesy haha (also cold pizza is better)144: Am I afraid of the dark?No I love the dark145: Am I afraid of heights?No I LOVE heights omg 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?No bc I don’t really like doing bad things 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yep haha148: What I’m really bad atTalking about my feelings 149: What my greatest achievments arePassing some hard classes, swimming a 50 freestyle in under 30 Seconds 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to meOh boy that “friend” to me that:-no one cares about me-I have no close friends -I’m selfish -I take what I want from others -I pride myself on being nice 151: What I’d do if I won in a lotteryUse most of it to have a safe future but some for concert tickets and band stuff 152: What do I like about myselfTbh nothing, maybe the fact that I am ok at makeup (?)153: My closest Tumblr friendDon’t really have any close Tumblr friends. MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT TO 154: Something I fantasise abouta My Chemical Romance reunion, what it would be like to be in a relationship 155: Any question you’d like??

[necessaryveganism]

I know this guy who claims he ""loves birds""" and yet he recently bought a bird which now lives in a cage in his flat. he also likes to feed ducks (his "favourite animal" tho he still enjoys eating duck meat), I told him that the old bread he gives them doesn't do them any good and that things like frozen peas and bird feed are actually healthy for them. he doesn't give a shit. He "loves "them like a child who doesn't care about their well being but he wants to own this being because it's cool

on another note my other friend “loves mooses” and has dozens of plush mooses all over her flat. she “loves” them so much she went to Sweden just to take pictures of them, eat moose meat and to look for some fur she can decorate her home with. 🙃🙃🙃 i don’t understand people and nothing makes sense lol. nothing says love like enjoying someone’s dead body parts I guess. thanks for listening to my rant and sorry for my bad English! this world is mad!

Your English is wonderful, no need to apologize! 

This is part of the culture that we have been raised to accept in Western society, unfortunately. When it comes to animals, the definition of ‘love’ somehow also includes abuse, exploitation, and murder. Pointing this out is enough to make some people stop and think, particularly with animals that we consider domestic. Perhaps your first friend doesn’t know the damages of keeping a bird in a small cage, or the true harm of feeding ducks old bread. 

As long as you do your best to educate, there’s nothing more you can do. I’m glad that you do as much as speaking to them to try and make them understand! Your one sentence made me laugh- “nothing says love like enjoying someone’s dead body parts I guess.” I want to say that to every meat-eating ‘animal lover’ out there! 

The world is mad, but all the best, dear. Stay strong, and stay vegan :)

-Admin Samantha

[ahntravels]

Des Petits Trous...Toujours Des Petits Trous...

Sorry I have been absent from the blog. Blogging takes a lot of time, and Nic and I were trying to make the most of it before we had to fly away.

Okay, so last blog of France...

Epernay. We caught the late bus (3:00 PM) to arrive in Paris around 6 PM. I rented a place through Booking.com. What is the difference between Airbnb and Booking.com?

I’m going to go on a rant about Airbnb. 

I am writing this post at 10PM on Sunday, 9/29 in Paris. I’m going to jump around a bit in time, but I am need to address Airbnb upfront.

So, when Nic and I first arrived in France on 9/15, we stayed ONE night in Paris before driving to Saint-Malo and doing the road trip. Because we just needed ONE night to stay in Paris, I rented a ROOM via Airbnb. The photos of the apartment looked nice, and the apartment was in a really nice location.

Before we arrived, I received a BUNCH of messages from the host. Literally 4 messages. I’m going to post them here because I want a record of this (btw, homeboy needs to update his photo because he does NOT look like this, but that is besides the point):

Okay, looks innocuous enough, right? Then I received a SECOND message:

RED FLAG: #2: More than 30 minutes? #4, really? And then he says he looks forward to seeing us? 

Anyway, I was like, okay...I get it. He wants to make sure we can get in and etc. For the sake of completeness, here is message #3 (nice details, to be honest):

Message #3:

Message #4 (notice the timetable of letting him know about our arrival has become even more tight...it was 30 minutes earlier, and now it’s 20 minutes?):

Also, he said in the advertisement we could get into the apartment after 12:30, now it’s 12:45 PM. 

All that being said, we did our stay on September 15th. We left less than 24 hours later (see my blog post about our first stay in Paris) and moved on. The way Airbnb works is that you leave reviews for the host and they leave reviews about you as a guest. Let’s check my previous reviews:

Nic and I literally arrived at this guy’s apartment, didn’t cook, didn’t use the kitchen, drank 2 COFFEES using his Kurig machine/coffee pods, washed the 2 freaking cups we used,  and took 2 SHOWERS TOTAL. We arrived at 2PM and left before 10AM. 

Why did we arrive at 2PM? Because when I contacted homeboy when we arrived in Paris, he was out RUNNING, missed my call, and then was grocery shopping and said we couldn’t come to his place before 12:30. 

What review did he leave me?

Nope. I don’t play these games. Nic and I came to the apartment at 2 PM, I took a shower, and we took a nap. No lights were on. We LEFT, got dinner, and came back around 9 PM. We went to sleep, woke up at 8 AM, packed, drank 2 COFFEES, and LEFT. What lights? What electricity? And WHY AM I PAYING YOU?

My response:

Conclusion: FUCK. YOU. Sorry, that is harsh, but seriously? I am not sure if he can respond to my response, but if he can, good luck. I have said all I needed to say on this issue so that’s it. 

Nic had the issue with Airbnb in Arles (read that entry) so I will say: Booking.com your apartments/hotels if you can. It’s more professional, people purely rent their spaces to guests so understand what to expect, and don’t act like entitled assholes. Airbnb at your own risk. 

Okay, so I woke up to this bad review, so I just had to address it. But backtrack to Friday after we got off the train and entered our Paris apartment (which, btw is gorgeous; through Booking.com):

I have been in contact with the host the whole time. We have the whole apartment, and the host has been amazing in terms of being in contact with me. Our arrival time changed, and no issues. The kitchen is stocked with supplies, the sheets and bathrooms immaculate, and a complete 180 from asshole. 

Friday night, Nic and I just hit up a bar/art space and hung out:

We went walking through Paris, before returning to the apartment for some tapas dinner:

What is the name of the orange cheese? I’m testing you!

So, the plan was that we we were going to host a dinner party for Nic’s friends on Saturday. I planned a menu which went through some revisions due to the market availability, but I’ll address that. 

The original menu was:

Apertif: -Sausage (bought) -Sardine spread (homemade) -Nuts -Chips -Sparkling wine

Starter: -Red Cabbage and French Radish salad w/mustard vinagrette

Main: -Roast pork with an onion and grape sauce

Dessert: -Something bought

Cheese: -Up to Nic

Drinks: -Rouge

Saturday’s plan was to include antiquing (I wanted to buy some plates or glasses) and then to buy the food for the dinner party. Guests were to arrive at 6:30/7:00 (which meant 7:00 or 8:00 in French time). Guests were to include: Nic’s best friend (consultant), Nic’s brother (officer in French military) and Nic’s brother’s friend (historian). And me and Nic, of course.

So, now we are at Saturday.

We woke up and went antiquing! The oldest “flea” market in Paris is right outside the city. When you get off the train, you are greeted with a bunch of stalls selling fake Louis Vuitton and designer wares. Nic needed a belt, so he bought one:

Once you walk through the outdoor market, you walk through these antique, rich stalls that are selling really expensive items. Like, people literally have magnifying glasses examining signatures, construction, and the quality of the glass on items. 

I wanted wine glasses, and bought 2 crystal Baccarat wine glasses for a good price (15 Euros each):

Plates and silverware were a wash since I couldn’t find matches or the plates weren’t hand painted. Anyway, when I have money I would love to come back and buy a complete set of glasses or silverware. 

Okay, after the day at the market it was time to get lunch and then go shopping for the dinner party. Nic used to live and go to university around the area, and knew of a really good vegetarian Indian restaurant (thank ____. I can’t wait to go back to being vegan!!!!)

Nic is probably literally gaining so much weight because of me. I eat half the food and he eats his portion and then finishes mine. On the menu was samosas (the triangles on the photo before) and then this meal was vegetarian biryani (rice), some yellow pea dal (to the left of rice), and then chickpea dish (far top left) and egglplant (far top right)  

After lunch, we went to a supermarket and bought all the food for the dinner party. Then I started cooking!

So, menu became revised because the store didn’t have any purple cabbage for the cabbage salad. Red cabbage salad became a Belgium endive, french radish, and fresh walnut salad (same dressing). Here is Nic cracking the walnuts for me:

I made a sardine spread a la David Lebovitz. We couldn’t find fresh sardines, so I had to buy canned sardines (just sardines, no oil). You have to remove the spines and bones, but that is fine. I just removed the spines and bones and baked them with a little bit of olive oil in the oven. Then follow the recipe. 

We served that with some Spanish chorizo (bought), pistachio nuts, mustard flavored potato chips, pretzels, and some baguette toasts along with sparking wine. 

Salad was the endive salad:

Belgium endive, sliced French radishes, some salad greens, fresh cracked walnuts, and a mustard vinaigrette. 

Main:

Roast pork with a pearl onion/grape sauce with roasted fingerling potatoes. How I did the pork:

-Melt some butter in a dutch oven -Sear pork on all sides that has been coarse salted and peppered (I did 1kg for 5 people, and we had leftovers) -Remove pork, add a cup of white wine to the drippings -Add 2 cups of chicken broth, peeled pearl onions, garlic, and thyme -Add pork back in -Cook on low on the stove for an hour -Remove pork; cover with foil -Raise heat and reduce the onion sauce for 40 minutes -Another pan, add some butter -Add 1 cup grapes whole (French grapes) -Grapes will burst and become its own sauce -When ready to serve, add pork back into reduced onion sauce -Cook for 20 minutes to heat pork and finish cooking -Remove pork, slice -Top with onion sauce -Top with grape sauce -Sprinkle with chives

For the potatoes: -Clean and cut potatoes in half -Sprinkle with garlic and some olive oil -Roast for 1 hour -Serve

Dinner was a success! Dessert was an apple tart we bought. Nic’s brother is the forward right; he had to take the 6AM train to be back in the morning. The person I am talking to is the historian who went to school with Nic’s brother, and we were talking about politics (of course) and the differences in curriculum between France and America. Nic’s best friend Julien is a consultant, so we talked about our needy clients. After dinner, they all went out to meet other friends, but I stayed back to clean and just go to sleep. I was tired!

Next morning (SUNDAY):

I loaded the dishwasher from the night before, but we needed to do another load of dishes. Nic graciously said he would clean from the night before, so he unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher. The plan was to visit Musee d’Orsay, so we cleaned (he cleaned) and we left!

On our way to the museum, we passed by Serge Gainsbourg’s old house. Remember the small holes song from Saint-Malo? It has followed me here!

Nic’s mom loves the song, and I promised I would learn it in French. 

Anyway, museum! 

After the museum, it was around 6:00PM. We went on a walk, and then went to the store to buy dinner and food for our flight tomorrow. We have to leave the apartment by 11:00 AM, and our flight is at 2:15 PM. 

Last dinner! Store bought pizza ($5) and leftover endive radish salad. And a quiche. 

I can’t can’t can’t wait to be vegan again. Tomorrow, the meat and cheese will be gone.  

I have lots of trinkets I have bought along the way: mustards, salts, a St. James wool sweater, soaps from Marseille, art from Caylus, crystal glasses from Paris, candies, and of course all the memories. 

On our walk home, this rainbow greeted us. I’ll miss France, but it is time to come home.