#that bitch Clarissa hates my ass

[hanawsstuff]

I’m playing Oxenfreeeeee

[fnf-brain-rot]

We're In This Together [Pico's School AU] Chapter 1 - New Kid

Pico let out a loud, droned out groan at the kitchen table. He hated school so bad, just thinking about having to go made him wanna bash his skull into a brick wall. "Boy if you don't shut all that noise up and eat your cereal." Darnell's mother, Clarissa, snapped from the sink. Darnell choked a little bit on his cinnamon toast crunch, and Pico pouted, lowering his head over his half eaten bowl of Cap'n crunch.

"What, did you remember we had a test today or something?" Darnell asked him. PIco's eyes damn there bulged from his sockets, and he dropped his spoon dramatically. "We have a test today??" He breathed, and Darnell snorted again. "No, I was asking you if you knew." Pico huffed in response, slouching in his chair. The only thing that could make this Tuesday worse would be a test. At least he didn't have that. This asshole scared him.

Well not scared, startled.

two very different things.

Darnell got up from his seat, grabbing his bowl and Pico's to give to give his mother, mouthing "You owe me." To the ginger. Pico let out Thankful hum, then got up as well. He'd return the favor by bringing his his backpack to the front for him when he went back to grab his own. It was still morning. They weren't even in school yet. This day was gonna take forever..

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Darnell and Pico were on time today, finally. Nene stood by the staircase, chatting with some red haired girl they've never seen. Now this girl, Pico damn there fell head over heels instantly. She was wearing a cute little jumper, a bright red shirt under the suspenders. She had on little red boots, and her hair was up in a ponytail. Her skin was a nice, soft peach color, and she even had a natural blush??

Darnell and Pico looked at each other, the other seeming to have noticed her natural beauty as well. "I call dibs."

"What? You don't call dibs on a person asshole!" Darnell pushed him, but that only propelled the boy forward, enough to make a complete fucking fool of himself. He tripped over his own foot as he took a step forward, falling face first into the pavement right in front of the girl's feet. "Pico! What the fuck!" Nene barked, but stopped when the girl in front of them gasped softly. "Oh no, are you okay?" She lifted him by his arm, resisting the urge to giggle at his dumbstruck face.

Pico stared at her for a moment, then his eyes lidded, and he lowered his voice. "Hey.." He tried to sound smooth, but a deep voice just wasn't going for him right now. She giggled, and helped him up. "Oh gosh, your nose is bleeding. Do you wanna go to the nurse?" She pulled a tissue from her pocket and held it to his nose. His face was red as a bitch, and he knew it. "No! I can handle it! I've been through worse!" He sniggered, but took the tissue.

"Sorry for this dumbass causing trouble." Darnell walked up to the three, pushing past the ginger, who only cried out "Hey!" He took his victory though. She thought he was funny. "No, it's fine. It's kinda cute." She admitted sheepishly. "I guess you would have to meet these two idiots at some point." Nene grumbled. What, did she not want them to meet this mystery girl? Selfish! "This is Darnell. He burns stuff." She pointed to the brown skinned male, who waved awkwardly. "And this is Pico. He breaks stuff." She pointed at he who stared the girl down so hard, his bleeding nose seemed to mean something else at some point.

"Like his nose?"

"Exactly! Like his nose!" Nene giggled, and Pico glared at her. "I don't break my nose that often!" He growled at her, puffing his cheeks. "You don't seem to be proving that right now." Pico almost tackled her, but paused when the other girl started talking again. "You guys can call me Gigi. I'm in Mr. Lawrence's class." She then introduced herself. God her voice was like lying on a bed of flowers..

"Well it's nice to meet you Gigi! Hope we can hang out and Nene doesn't hog you all to herself." Darnell spoke the last few words through grit teeth, and Nene huffed irritably. She probably would have hogged her all to herself if they were late again.

"Speaking of class, we should get going before we're late. Again." Darnell grabbed Nene by the arm, who cried out in protest, then grabbed Pico's arm. Gigi waved as the two were dragged off, kicking and cursing the shit out of their buddy. Pico wouldn't be done with her..

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They did have a test today.

Pico groaned loudly and slammed his head on his desk at the announcement. Darnell poked his head over, laughing a little at how dramatic he was. "At least it's a test." He tried to reassure him. "Man you know I'm shit at Math." Pico grumbled back, his angry little pout returning for the umpteenth time today.

"Now, now, settle down." Mrs. Fee began to speak, thankfully quieting the class. They were giving Pico a fucking headache. "We have a new student joining our homeroom today."

"Oooooh, hope it's another girl." Darnell nudged Pico's leg with his own. Yeah right, Pico didn't need another girl. That other one has already chosen him.

Is what he would have said if he wasn't looking the new kid dead in the face.

It wasn't a girl, no. It was a boy. His hair was a bright blue, almost nauseating to look at, sure, but his eyes took away from that. He couldn't tell if they had color, from where he was sitting. they were dark, but the confident little smirk on his face spoke for them. His skin was pale, but not as much as Pico's. A comfortable milky white.

He was short as fuck, it almost made him laugh. He pretty much looked like he was nine or something. He could already tell it suits him though.. He had a nice style to him, baggy jeans and a white tee shirt with a red circle with a line through it, messily painted on. Or maybe it was supposed to look like that.

"Beep!" The entire class seemed taken aback when he spoke. "Um.. Can you use.. words?" Mrs. Fee visibly began to sweat nervously. He must have been speaking like this for a while. "Boop bep!" He chirped to her in response, his hands comfortably tucked away in his pockets.

He was.. kinda cute..

"Well, class.. this is uh.. our new student.. I'm sure you'll learn his name.. eventually." Mrs. Fee laughed nervously, rubbing her hands together as the strange boy eagerly made his way to the nearest open seat, hopping up just a small bit to sit down on it. He kicked his legs as he began to pull his supplies out of his backpack. How unlucky for him to be shipped in on a test day. Bah, lucky bastard probably won't have to take it.

"Looks like we got a new freak to add to the codex, huh?" Darnell leaned over and joked lightly. Pico scoffed. "You don't know that, he could be cool.." he mumbled the last part under his breath. "You don't even know him and you're defending him? You must have caught feelings." Nene giggled childishly. "Yo, really? Man, you're lookin' desperate. First the girl from earlier, now him?" Darnell teased him as well, and Pico's face flushed red. "No you ass fuckers!" He seethed quietly.

"Ewwwwwwwww~" His friends cooed to each other, sniggering like little kids, which technically they are, but that's not the point! The point is he's about to bite both of hem!

"Shut the fuck up.." Pico put his head on his desk, covering it with his arms. Later he found out he was right. That little blue haired midget didn't have to take the test since he just got there. Meanwhile he's left to suffer.

Boring test stuff, blah blah, Pico got a C, Darnell and Nene got an easy A, and they tease him, yeah yeah. Once they walk outside those doors he's gonna punch the shit outta both of them.

And he did.

"Ow!! Why didn't you just do it in the classroom!?" Darnell rubbed his arm in front of his locker, and Nene rubbed hers. "Because I didn't feel like getting yelled at again, fuck off." Pico retorted bitterly. He hadn't been able to stop looking at the guy. He watched him walk down the hall, holding his backpack to his chest. He was so cute and small, he wanted to hold him..

Wait.. Where'd he go?

His eyes swept across the crowd for a sign of the little guy. He disappeared. Gone with the wind. What a ninja. "I'll be back." The ginger lightly patted Darnell's arm, and he made a face. "From where??" He called out, but Pico didn't answer. He kept walking, moving down the hall quickly, pushing past other students to get where he needed to.

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There he was, sitting at a picnic table outside. He pulled out a phone to do.. whatever the fuck he was doing. Pico would admit, he's hella interested in this beep boopin' fella.

"Yo, uh.." Pico started, having slowly approached the table. The small boy jumped with a gasp, then turned to look at Pico, his cheeks flushing slightly red in embarrassment. "Woah, didn't mean to scare ya." Pico laughed a little, and the boy pouted. "Beep boop.." He mumbled in response. Pico tilted his head. "That a new language I never heard of?" He asked him. He shook his head.

"Beep bop."

"So you just.. say it just to say it..?"

"Bep!"

"That sounded like "yep" so I'll take that answer."

The strange boy giggled a little. It seemed he was right anyway. "I'm uh.. Pico, by the way. You got a name?"

"Bee!"

"Is.. That another noise or is your name Bee?"

The smaller puffed one of his cheeks in frustration. Well.. Pico could be patient, it's okay. It was still super weird though. "Bee." He said again. "Bee, gotcha. Cute." Pico snurked a bit to himself, and the other's cheeks flushed once more. "Well, we still have class.. uh.. I have History next, you?" Bee nodded. Wow, what a coincidence. "Well come on you dip, we'll be late." He urged him. Bee puffed his cheek again, but gathered his stuff, quickly typing on his little phone before putting it away.

Pico had started walking to the doors again, and turned around to see Bee scurrying after him. He must have been real clumsy or something, more so than Pico. Great, he had another person to laugh at other than himself when they fell.

Pico learned a lot a lot about Bee in History. Funnily enough, they sat by each other It didn't seem like he had any friends, or knew anyone at all. Good thing he met him first. Any other asshole to put their hands on him would have tainted him immediately. Of course Pico would be the best first-friend this kid would have.

Bee wasn't very talkative, but man he was doing everything but the work. It's like he couldn't focus for more than a minute before spacing out again, and by then they've moved to the next slides. Then he would ask to copy off Pico's notes. He respected the hustle, but jeez, not a single page on his own?

The next class he had with him was P.E. This kid was not very athletic.. At all. His shoes managed to be untied half the time, so he couldn't even run around outside if he wanted to. He watched him fall flat on his face twice now. Twice. In the span of five minutes. Pico, Nene, and Darnell met back up P.E, so he was hanging with them under a tree. He couldn't leave the awkward goofball by himself though.

"That's.. kinda sad.." Darnell murmured as he watched the boy fall for the third time ten minutes later. "I'ma go get him." Pico sighed lightly. Nene and Darnell didn't have time to stop him before he jogged over to him. Apparently some of the girls thought it would be funny to laugh at him. Surprisingly, Bee was laughing too. Maybe he didn't know they were laughing at him. "Bee!" The ginger called, and he looked up from the grass.

The girls damn there scattered when they saw Pico. He had a bit of a destructive reputation. His father was proud. "Come on, can I take you to some of my friends? They're cool, I promise." He offered a hand to help him up. "Beep!" Bee thankfully took it. Still with the bobbity bops? They've at least spoken for a whole day at this point. Is this not how romantic comedies work?

Pico led him over to the duo, who watched nervously. They were prepared to laugh if the little dude fell over again. Pico couldn't blame them. He was too.

"Nene, Darnell, this is Bee. He still beeps."

"Beep boop!"

Darnell seemed astonished, probably getting the urge to write down notes or something. "Do you speak english?" Nene asked him awkwardly. She probably didn't want to ask that, knowing full well sometimes people ask her the same shit. Kids were stupid. Bee nodded, and it made her more confused. "You.. Then.. the beeping.." She trailed off, and Bee simply gave her a knowing smirk. He seemed to do that a lot.

"Just call him Bee. Also dude tie your fucking shoes." Pico elbowed the smaller in the arm, going back over to sit by Darnell, who was now watching the boy intensely for his next words. "Skdoo bep.." Bee laughed sheepishly, bending over to do so. That's a new sound. Skdoo. Hah, funny. "Is it like.. your own way to communicate because you don't wanna speak english?" Darnell suddenly asked, which made Bee gasp and shoot up, completely forgetting about his shoes. "Beep! Boop Beep!" He pointed at the brown skinned boy and nodded.

"THAT MAKES EVEN LESS SENSE!" Nene cried out exasperatedly, tugging at her hair in despair. She had a point there. It would make it easier for everyone else if he would just talk in a way they could understand. However, if he didn't want to, he didn't have to. Plus Pico liked the sound it made. It was kinda.. musical.

"Wait, are you holding a microphone? Where did that even come from?" Pico suddenly pointed out. Bee turned around, pushing his hands against his pants and into the back pocket. Those were some.. deep ass pockets. Maybe that's why he wore baggy pants.. To sneak that in there. "You like to sing?" Darnell asked curiously. The boy nodded vigorously. The three seemed to lean to attention, waiting for him to do something.

Bee blinked, but seemed to get the memo after another moment of silence. He gave his little smirk, then cleared his throat. Much to the group's disappointment, what came out weren't words, just more.. unintelligible noises, however that changed when they heard how he sounded. The noises made a little melody together, to the sound of a show they would all watch at three in the morning. It sounded... Good?? Not the best but he was just a kid after all.

"Wow that was really pretty!" Nene gushed lightly, causing Bee to blush a little. He had hella confidence, it was admirable. "You might just become a singer in the future if you keep working at it." Pico sniggered lightly. That must have been a genuine compliment to Bee, since he gently kicked the dirt and looked down with his hands behind his back. "We're gonna need to hear more from you." Nene then demanded. Bee nodded eagerly, and started the next song he had in mind.

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He had sang to them for the rest of P.E. It put Pico to sleep, so he was startled when Bee woke him up. He had looked up to see students retreating back inside, and was urged to follow by his friends.

Just like the day before, Pico, Nene, and Darnell were walking home together. Bee was a rider, meaning his parents or whoever came to pick him up. It was a regular routine, the three stopping by the park, hijacking the playground, and hanging around.

Pico relaxed on his favorite spot near the slide, watching Nene play on the monkey bars, and Darnell sat by him after getting off the swings. "Things are weird." Pico suddenly spoke up, which seemed to startle Darnell. "What do you mean?"

"It feels like something is gonna happen."

"Gee, did I scare you with the warzone talk?"

"No, dumbass!" Pico socked Darnell's shoulder, who lightly laughed at him. "It felt like.. something was following us yesterday."

"Now you're really paranoid." Darnell sucked air through his teeth. "I'm not! I saw something! What if... I mean.. I'm not scared. I can handle anything.." Pico rolled his eyes. He knew he was the shit, no one needed to make him second guess that. "Come on, let's go home before it gets dark again. Someone is afraid of the dark." Darnell called to Nene, a smug look on his face as he looked back to Pico. "Shut the hell up!" Pico huffed loudly, damn there launching himself off the play set. They were gonna tease him about this forever. Whatever, he knew what he saw. He just wasn't scared of it.

Later that night he texted his dads to stay safe, but at the same time protect the city like they always do. His father, of course, sent a kitten gif that said "best son" at the bottom. He laughed quietly under his blanket, but quickly turned off his phone and pretended to be asleep when Clarissa opened their bedroom door, poking her head in. "Night boys." Her voice was gentle, and Pico found himself smiling a little. Yeah. Everything was fine.

[khaoticallykat]

◇The Prince and The Punk◇

Chapter 4: What Happened To You?

Summary: Clarrisa come overs unexpectedly

Word count: 1,668

Warnings: 18+, trauma, abuse, sexual assault/non-con

A/n: This chapter is a little dark, just so you know.

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You were startled awake by the sound of the fire alarm going off, quickly freeing yourself of the mess of blankets you rushed downstairs to see Ransom cursing and coughing, "fuck! Shit! Fuck this shit!" He was fanning what could only be burnt bacon, he picked up the frying pan and tossed it into the sink. 

"What the fuck happened in here?" As you got closer to the counter, you saw the mess of food that Ransom tried to cook, eggs were undercooked, pancakes looked like bricks and the bacon was burnt to a crisp. You could really only pity him for trying. 

"Hey, Y/n, good morning! I made breakfast!"

"I'm not eating this." 

"Neither am I!" 

You sighed, "You can't cook, do you need help?"

"Please?" 

Out of all the things you would do, you never imagined teaching Ransom how to cook would be one of them. You showed him how to properly scramble and cook eggs, how to make sure bacon doesn't burn and how to make pancakes soft and fluffy. He followed in every step, careful to not start a fire. When it was all done, Ransom looked astonished at your skills. 

"This is amazing," he smiled, cutting into his pancakes, "never thought I'd learn how to cook." 

"I fear for the life you'll have in the future if you can't even cook breakfast," you sighed, "I'll teach you if you want." 

"I would love that." 

You and Ransom finished eating and cleaned up, even getting into a small bubble fight with the dishwater. 

"You should go hop in the shower, I'll wash your stuff, I at least know how to use a washer and dryer," He laughed, "bathrobes are in the closet."

"Don't set my clothes on fire Ransom, or I'll burn all your sweaters." You made your way back up the stairs and to the bedroom, grabbing your clothes into a pile by the door and taking a bathrobe from the closet, you walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Turning on the shower, you stripped off the clothes Ransom gave you and let the hot water run off your body. 

Moments later a rapid knocking came to the door, you sighed in annoyance, "don't you have your own bathroom?" You called out, turning off the water and wrapping the robe around you. You opened the door to see a panicked Ransom on the other side, "did you seriously burn my clothes?" 

"Worse, Clarissa is here, she's just pulled in the driveway," He huffed "this looks bad." 

Your eyes widened, you realized how bad this would look if Clarissa saw you here, "This does look bad, what the hell are we gonna do?" 

He reached in and turned off the bathroom light, "stay in here, I'll be back for you." 

Ransom made his way down the stairs to see Clarissa arriving at the front door, when he reached the last step he heard a dull thump from upstairs. He could only hope that you dropped something, rather than injure yourself in the dark bathroom. A panicked guilt settled in as he opened the door to see his bright eyed girlfriend on the other side, she was in a good mood, he hoped that he could get her to leave fast. 

"Ransom! Babe!" She wrapped her arms around him, smothering his face with kisses. 

"Hey, I thought you and the girls were going to that vacation house? Did the plans change? He asked, still standing in the door frame with her.

"We're actually leaving soon, the storm fucked up our plans," she pushed passed him and walked into the warm house, "I just came to see you before I go." Her voice dropped to a seductive tone.

"Well I'm glad you came by, but I'm a little hungover from last night with the guys, they dropped me off here around 4am." Ransom still held the door open, little speck of snow breezing in.

Clarissa frowned, "But Rannnsommm," she whined, pulling him in, hands brushing down his chest. "You're not going to make me feel good before I go?" 

Ransom's face and neck were turning pink, "Clarissa, babe, please," he groaned, her hands trailed lower into his sweatpants, lips kissing down his neck, "I told you I don't feel good." 

"You have a hangover, fucking will make you feel so much better." she reached into his boxers to slowly stroke him, Ransom's hands pushing her gently away. 

"I said no."

 Clarissa huffed, "Ransom, fuck me right now," She swiped his hands away before pushing him to the couch in the living room, "stop acting like a little bitch, I hate it when you're like this sometimes." 

Ransom sat on the couch while Clarissa strangled his hips, slowly grinding on him, he did everything in his power to stop the erection forming in his pants. 

"See? I can always change your mind," She giggled, pulling his pants down, "you just have to stop fighting me." 

Ransom eyes widened in fear as his shaky hands tried to push his girlfriend off but he felt small and weak under her. Until he had a quick and messy idea, an idea to get her to leave. Ransom's stomach lurched as a small burp escaped him, Clarissa ignored the sound but he was quick to throw her off and run to the kitchen sink with his pants down and throwing up his breakfast into the sink. 

"Oh god!" Clarissa screamed, "ew, Ransom!" She rushed to the door, "Text me when you're not throwing up! Fucking disgusting." 

The door slammed shut and Ransom breathed a sigh of relief, he quickly rushed to lock the door and run back upstairs to you. 

"Y/n? I'm back, open the door."

You turned on the light in the bathroom, creaking open the door slightly to see a shaken Ransom, "What happened? Are you ok?" You asked, fully opening the door, robe wrapped tightly around you. 

"I just threw up my breakfast to get Clarissa to leave, so yeah, just peachy." He chuckled, stepping into the bathroom to brush his teeth, "I heard something drop up here, what happened to you?" 

You limped over to the toilet by the sink and sat down, "slipped on my ass in the door," you rubbed your hip in pain, "but I don't think anything is broken." 

Ransom finished up and had a shameful look on his face, "I'm sorry you got hurt," He knelt in front of you, "I'm sorry for getting you into this." 

You saw his eyes begin to water, you placed a hand gently on his cheek, "Ransom, what did she do to you?" 

He shook his head, "Don't worry about it."

"No, I'm going to worry about it, I heard what happened between you two this week at your grandfather's, she hit you, didn't she?" 

Ransom's shoulders tensed as he moved away from you, "No. I mean, it was a tap." 

"Ransom, stop lying to me, I'm your friend," you knelt on the floor in front of him, "what did she do to you? You flinched when I was gonna smack you in the car and you came back looking terrified." 

He sighed, eyes looking down at his hands, he told you what happened, the day he was hit and what just happened moments ago downstairs, by the time he was done he had tears running down his face. You carefully wiped them away and pulled him into a hug. 

"And you said this wasn't this first time she… did this to you?" You asked, he gave a silent nod into your shoulder, your arms wrapped tighter around him, "Ransom, I'm so sorry. She's abusing you, you understand that right? And what she did to you downstairs was assault, borderline rape." 

You were seething with hate at this moment, you always knew Ransom as someone who was strong and brave, but everyone had their weaknesses and you knew you had to do anything to help him. 

"We have to tell your parents, your grandfather, I know he'll-"

"No." He cut you off in a shaky voice. 

"But Ransom, you can't let this bitch-" 

"I SAID NO!" His hands gripping your arms as he pulled away from you, his face reddened, eyes full of fear, "no one, no one can know." 

"But why?!" You brushed his hands away, taking them into yours, "what kind of power does she have over you?"

Ransom drew a deep breath, jaw clenched, "I have to marry her after college, my parents are in debt to her family and I'm the payment." 

He told you the plan was that he will gain some sort of inheritance from his grandfather in his will, whatever he receives, will be given to Clarissa's family. He said that his parents ended up with this debt due to how much money they've put into their company, with Clarissa's parents helping them out, things soon turned bad when they weren't able to pay them back. 

So now this was his situation and yours.

"I'm gonna help you with this, you can't marry that bimbo," you said, "even if it takes after we graduate." 

"At least there is some bright side to this." He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours.

"And what's that?" 

"I got you." there was a moment of silence between you two, Ransom's face in a full blush while you stared back, gnawing on your bottom lip, it wouldn't be so bad to give him a kiss, would it? It would, he's taken but in the wrong way. Do friends have moments like this? When they want to kiss each other and make everything better for just a moment?

You couldn't tell whose breathing sounded more nervous, or whose heart was pumping too loud in your ear. 

Thankfully, the growl of a stomach cut the tension as you both started laughing. 

"Hungry again?" You asked Ransom, standing up, "we should go get something to eat." 

"Yeah, let's go." He smiled. 

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part thirty four/

Word Count: 10.1k

A/N: first off, s/o to @itsclaranotcarla for making the moodboard for me. She made others that i will probably use eventually! Secondly! Super duper long! that’s kinda why it took so long, but there’s a little bit of smut, angst, and fluff hidden in this one! Enjoy!

Warnings:drugs, language, smut, vanity being a hoe, overbearing conservative parents

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July 13th, 1986

“Shhh, you’re gonna wake her up.” My eyes fluttered open, facing the small window of the tour bus, “Good fucking job, Vinny.” I heard Tommy whisper, well try to whisper at least.

“What?” I grumbled, not bothering to turn around, “You gotta get up.” Vince said, starting to pull the blanket off of me, “Let me sleep.” I said, pulling them back up over my shoulders.

“Were in Dallas, sweets.” Tommy said, “Awesome, I’m going back to bed.” I groaned, covering my face with the blanket.

“Ya know, for having a birthday today, you sure are crabby. Maybe Nikki needs to give you some birthday spankings.” Vince said, making him and Tommy giggle like little children.

I took one of the pillows I was using and threw it at him, “Your mom called a little while ago.” My eyes snapped open, making me sit up in bed.

“And what did you say?” I asked Vince, making him smirk at me, “Oh ya know, just that you took part in an orgy, had to take a trip to the hospital because of alcohol poisoning, and that you spent five grand on strippers last night.” I knew he was joking by the way he couldn’t keep a straight face.

“I talked to her sweetheart, don’t worry. I wouldn’t let these bafoons talk to her.” Mick reassured me, I leaned over my bed and saw him laying down.

“What did she say?” I asked him, “Well, she’s throwing you a party tomorrow.” I groaned, laying back onto the bed, “I told her I didn’t want a party!” I complained, the tone of my voice becoming whiny.

“She also said we can crash at your house while we’re here.” My lips parted, as I was in complete shock, “What do you mean we?” I asked, finally taking off the blankets, getting off the bed and sitting on Mick’s.

“Us, all of us. Me, you, Tommy, Vince and Nikki. Doc said if it was okay with her, it was okay with him.” I got off the bed, starting to pace around the bus while wanting to rip my hair out.

“No, no, no you guys can’t come to my house. My childhood home. No. I’ll stay at home, and you guys can stay at the hotel. No, absolutely not.” I panicked, thinking of how much mayhem would be caused.

“And what the fuck are those!” I shouted, pointing at the bouquet of balloons and flowers I had finally seen on the table. “Those would be gifts.” Tommy replied, “Don’t start with me.” I warned him, “They’re from Nikki?” I asked, “No, all of us.” Vince clarified.

I huffed, trying to take in a breath of fresh air, “Well thank you guys.” I replied, touching the petals of the flowers.

“We promise to be on our best behavior.” Tommy said, giving me puppy dog eyes. I shook my head, “Does Nikki know?” I asked, running my hand through my hair, they all stared at each other, “Hasn’t been out of his room yet.” Vince shrugged, “I don’t go in there.” Tommy blurted out, I rolled my eyes, walking over to his door.

I walked in, seeing the blinds were drawn and very little sunlight was peeking through. Nikki, however was still fully dressed from last night. Leather pants, boots and shirt as he laid on top of the covers. “Nikki, wake up.” I said, gently shaking his back. He didn’t move or make a noise.

“Alrighty, then.” I said to myself, walking over to the blinds and opening all of them up. “Wake up!” I shouted, “God, what!” He groaned, quickly closing his eyes, burying his face back into the bed.

“We’re in Dallas, Sixx.” I spoke softly, crawling into bed beside him, “Hm, is that so...thought we were in Denver still.” He broke out into a lazy smile as he finally turned to face me.

“Happy birthday.” He whispered, snuggling up against me, “What do you want to do today?” He asked as I fiddled with his hands, “My mom has invited all of you to stay at our house while we’re here.” I explained as he started laughing.

“Nikki, it’s serious.” I reminded him, “No, I know that. I just...why is she letting us? I thought she hated us?” Nikki asked, leaning his head against my shoulder, my fingers running through his untamed hair.

“Oh no, she does. Or at least I think she does? I’m not sure now. She’s throwing a party for me tomorrow too.” I sighed, feeling his lips drag across my skin.

“Guess we’re partying all weekend.” Nikki mumbled, groaning as he sat up just in time when Tommy barged in, “Dude, how fucking rich are you!” He shouted in complete shock.

“Welcome to hell.” I muttered, taking myself off of Nikki’s bed. I noticed the tour bus was on the side of the road of my house as the gates were already opening for us.

“I need everyone to be serious for a moment.” I told them, Nikki slowly coming out of his room.

“I Uh...I need you guys to be on your best behavior, please? The people we make fun of...that’s the lifestyle I’ve been apart of my whole life. And, that’s my family in there and I just need you guys to be good.” I spoke, mainly speaking to the three problematic ones of the band.

“No drugs in the house please.” I begged them all, “My mom would fucking freak, and you guys can’t say a word about what I’ve done.”

“So the tattoo on your ass is not a dinner conversation?” Tommy snickered as I rolled my eyes. “C’mon guys, let’s respect her wishes. We are guests at her house.” Mick chimed in, giving me a warm smile.

“And, everyone needs to be presentable because we are probably having dinner tonight, if I know my mom she’s already having Loretta prepare it.”

“Is that your maid?” Vince joked, rolling his eyes. “Yes you blonde bitch, she is. She’s practically been apart of our family since I was born.”

“Well, I promise to be good.” Tommy spoke up, “Yeah, me too I guess.” Vince shrugged as we all looked over at Nikki.

“What? I’ll be fine, it’s all good. Nothing to worry about.” Nikki retorted. Sure, they all said they’d be good but I’d be stupid to believe them.

I shook off my nerves as I walked off the bus, all four of them quickly followed me. Nikki took long strides so he was next to me, his hand wrapping around mine but I let go of his hand just as fast as he grabbed it.

“Ashamed you’re fucking me?” He questioned, his arm loosely hanging around my shoulder, I was about to answer him but my mom had walked out the door, “Oh Vanity!” She gleefully exclaimed, wrapping me up in a huge hug.

“Honey, you look horrible! Are you sick?!” She asked, grabbing my shoulders and examining me. “Why are you dressed like that?” She motioned to the barely there shorts I was wearing and a ripped up t-shirt that belonged to Nikki.

“Mom, I just woke up.” I said quietly, noticing her glancing at the guys behind me. “Darling, it is almost two o’clock in the afternoon.” I was about to open my mouth, “Well, don’t be rude. Introduce me to your...friends.” She hesitantly said. I cleared my throat, “Okay...”

“Mom, this is Vince Neil, he’s the singer, Tommy Lee, he’s the drummer, Mick Mars he’s the guitarist. Uh...you know Nikki already.” I said, trailing off, “Guys, this is my mom Clarissa.” I finished explaining, hoping they wouldn’t open their mouths and say something stupid.

“Nice to meet you.” Mick said, sticking out his hand for her to shake, she obliged and took it.

“You’re daughter is literally the coolest chick I’ve ever met in my life.” Tommy responded, overjoyed as usual, “Is Greyson home? We had a lot of of when we-“ Nikki quickly elbowed him in the stomach, “Uh, right..never mind.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Clarissa.” Vince said, reaching for my moms hand, bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss upon it. Mom slyly wiped it across the yellow dress she was wearing.

“Are you still defiling my daughter?” She asked, giving all her attention to Nikki, “Mom!!” I yelled, gently grabbing her arm to make her look at me, giving her a pleading gaze.

“Good to see you too, Mrs. Blackwood.” Nikki kept his cool, giving her a kind smile. She had turned to look at me, as she was probably suspecting him to mouth off.

“Hm, it’s nice to see you too.” Mom admitted, “And it is a pleasure to meet you three, why doesn’t everyone get cleaned up. Van, honey bear-“

I let out a dissatisfied groan as the guys chuckled, “What? I can’t call you what I’ve always called you now that it’s your twenty sixth birthday today?” She said, pinching my cheeks as I glared at her.

“Mom, you’re embarrassing me.” I said taking her hands away from my face, “Honey bun, show our guests where they’ll be staying.” She ordered, smirking at me.

“Shoes off, you gotta leave them at the door.” I told the boys, kicking off my own as they all looked at each other, “The floor doesn’t polish itself.” Mom added, the guys finally taking off their leather boots.

“It’s not like she does it either.” Vince whispered, I quickly sent him a death glare, “Sorry.” He mouthed.

“Iced tea?” Loretta walked up to us with a tray of drinks, “Is there alcohol in it?” Tommy questioned, “Dude.” Vince chuckled, taking a glass and sipping it through the straw, “The Mrs keeps the alcohol locked up until dinner.”

All four of them looked at me, “I can’t stay here.” Tommy said, throwing his hands up in defeat, “Vanity! Are you home!!” I heard yelling when my sister Sage came walking down the stairs, “Good god, is this another charity you’re helping with?” She questioned as I let out a laugh, “Charity? What a brat. These leather pants cost five hundred dollars.” Vince pointed out.

Sage walked up to me, giving me a hug as she examined the boys, “So...which one is your boyfriend? Not the blonde one right? Cause you could totally do better.”

“I like her.” Mick said, sipping on a bottle of water that was more than likely vodka. “Is Greyson home?” She shook her head, “No, he’s at football camp but he should be back later this afternoon.”

“This one...” She said pointing to Nikki, as she began to walk around him, “What the fuck are you doing?” Nikki snapped, but quickly lowered his tone, “Sage, c’mon don’t be a little punk.” I groaned rolling my eyes, “He’s your boyfriend, right? This is the guy Greyson told me about.” I watched as she checked Nikki out.

“None of them are my boyfriend, can you just leave me alone?” I begged as she rolled her eyes at me. “None of them? God that’s boring. Greyson said you were fuck-“ “Sage! Shut up!” I yelled back at her, “Make me.” She spat out, sticking her tongue at me.

I glared at her, “I’m literally gonna punch you in the face if you don’t get away from me.” She chuckled, “Happy Birthday, Vanny.” She said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before going to the backyard.

“Welcome home.” Nikki says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, “I’ll show you guys where you can sleep.”

As I showed the boys their individual guest rooms I turned to Nikki, “And you-“ I said holding out my hand as he took it, “You can sleep with me.” I bit my lip, smiling as he pulled me to him, “How on earth am I gonna keep you quiet when your mom is down the hall, hm?” He questioned, placing his hands on my hips as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, “I think you’ll come up with something.”

“Did you show Nikki his room?” I looked over his shoulder, seeing my mom holding extra towels, “I thought...uh, he could maybe sleep in my room?” I said, feeling as if I was asking for permission.

Mom studied us, as her eyes darted between him and I, “I want the door open at all times.” I groaned as Nikki laughed, “Mom! I’m not sixteen anymore.” I fought back, “It’s all good, Princess. I’ll respect your moms wishes.” I gave Nikki an outlandish look when he said that.

“Well...thank you. Here is some towels if you want to shower, you look worse than the others.” Mom replied, placing the towels in his hands, “Thank you Mrs. Blackwood.” I let out a scoff and tried to suppress an eye roll.

Nikki followed me into my room as I turned around and faced him, “What are you doing?” I asked, crossing my arms against my chest. “What do you mean?” He cocked his head to the side, taking off his leather jacket as he threw it on my bed.

“The niceness.” I simply stated, “And you’re calling her Mrs. Blackwood. Just call her Clarissa.” I told him, “I’m just trying to prove to her I’m not a piece of shit.” Nikki confessed as he looked at the pictures hanging on my wall.

“Why does what she thinks of you matter?” I asked him as I saw his shoulders shrug, “Whose that?” He asked pointing, “Nikki, I’m talking to you.” I said, walking over to him.

“Oh, that’s Regan.” I said, looking at the picture of me and her sitting on a dock back when we were teenagers. “We were best friends. She Uh, died.” I cleared my throat as he turned his head to look at me, “Drunk driver.” I said, exhaling through my nose.

“And whose that?” He asked, pointing to another picture, “Nikki, why are you trying to impress my mom?” I questioned, placing my hand on his bicep, “Just want her to like me. Is that your dad?” He said, pointing to a picture of me and my dad as he was giving me a piggy back ride on the beach.

“Yes, and answer my question Nikki.” He looked over at me again, he seemed to be debating if he should tell me or not. “Graduation day?” He asked, pointing at another picture with me wearing a Cap and gown.

“Nikki.” He sighed, rolling his eyes “I want her to like me.” He admitted, “And you played sports?” He asked, motioning to the trophies on a shelf.

“Varsity Softball, wow. And cheerleading? Do you still have the uniform?” He smirked as I rolled my eyes, “My moms opinion of you shouldn’t matter.” I told him, but he argued by shaking his head, “Yes it does, it matters to me.”

“And prom queen. Why am I not surprised?” He said, holding the crown then putting it on his head, “Does it fit me?” He asked, posing as he put his hands on his hips.

I appreciated that he was trying to be funny but I wanted him to be serious for once. “Nik-“ “Doll, stop with all the questions alright? You’re mom is not dumb and she knows there’s something going on between us.” I rolled my eyes at his statement.

“It’s not like it’s serious.” I snapped at him, receiving a dirty look in return, “I fucking know that so stop bringing it up.” He jumped down my throat as I nodded.

“There’s a guest room across the hall you can sleep in.” I informed him as he smirked, shaking his head, “Alright, Vanity.” He stated, turning his back to me as he walked towards the door, he stopped himself, turning around to face me.

“Just because you’re home, doesn’t mean you need to act like you’re better than I am. We do the same drugs and drink the same drinks.” I rolled my eyes, “We do not do the same drugs, I would never stick a fucking needle in my arm like you do.” I snapped at him. I watched Nikki grab the door knob and close the door shut.

“Don’t fucking talk like you’re perfect, because you aren’t.” He snapped, walking towards me. “Nikki, stop. I’m not fighting with you right now.” I said putting both hands on his chest to keep him from coming any closer.

“Good, I don’t want to fight either.” He said before grabbing the sides of my face and forcing his lips on me. Backing us up to the bed, I quickly reached for his shirt as I started to pull it off of him. He tossed it to the floor as his hands slid down the shorts and pulled them off of me.

“Nikki...” I moaned when he crawled on top of me, nipping at the skin of my neck, “You need to learn to watch your fucking mouth sometimes.” He groaned, forcing my hips into his. I reached for the strings on his pants, untying them as he pushed them down his legs.

His fingers skillfully went in between my thighs, rubbing me through the thin lace material before pushing them to the side as a moan escaped his perfect lips. He kissed down my body, his teeth grazing the edge of my underwear before sliding them off.

“Get on your knees, now.” He ordered, as I quickly did what he said. I felt him line his hard member up to me, the tip just barely teasing my entrance, “Tell me what you want.” He demanded, the tone of his voice a lot darker as he brought his hand down to my ass for a stiff slap.

“You.” I mumbled, my eyes wincing as he brought his hand down once more, “Louder.” He said as he let himself rub against my clit, “I want you.” I moaned out for him, “You want me to fuck you?” He asked, causing a dissatisfied groan to come from me. I put my hand in between my legs to get some sort of relief, “Oh no, you were being a brat so now you gotta pay.” Nikki says, reaching for my arm and putting it behind my back.

“Nikki, c’mon.” I cried, pushing my ass back to his as I felt his hard shaft poking me, “I want you to fuck me, please.” I added the politeness so we can just hurry up and get to the point. I needed to feel him.

“That’s all you had to say, babe.” He said, as he grabbed my hips, slowly sliding himself in me. “Oh my- Nikki, go faster.” I whined as I felt him starting to stretch me out, his pace was unbearable and I knew this asshole was doing it on purpose.

“Oh fuuccck.” His moans were dragged out as he pushed his way through, giving me all of him at once. I bit on my lip as a way to keep my moans and whimpers quiet, but fuck man, he made it so damn hard. He knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to me as he pushed me down to the bed, giving him a better angle.

I balled my fists into the sheets as he slapped my ass yet again, “oh my-“ I almost yelled out, but I quickly cupped my mouth.

“Vanity! Greyson’s home!!” I heard my little sister yell out, “Be right there!!” I yelled in a shaky voice, “Nikki.” I moaned in defeat when I felt him leave my body,  seeing him pull up his pants. I reached for his hand to stop him, “We’ll continue later.” He said, before kissing my lips, “No, now.” I said into the kiss, while trying to pull him down on top of me. Nikki laughed as he broke the kiss and putting space between us.

“Vanity! Why’s your door locked!” Sage continued to yell as I heard her jiggling the door knob, “I’m telling mom!!” I quickly pulled up my pants and ran to the door, “oh no you’re not!” I yelled, slamming the door open.

“Oooh, and you have a boy in here! Mom!!!” She yelled, “Oh you little brat!” As I began to chase her down the hall way.

“Mom, Vanity and Nikki-“ I quickly grabbed her by her hair, as she wrapped her hand in mine, “oh for the love of all that is holy, knock it off!!” Mom yelled, throwing down a kitchen towel as she was helping Loretta prepare dinner.

“Why did you let her become such a brat!” I shouted, as I still had a fistful of her hair, “I am not a brat!” Sage defended herself, “You are both brats.” Vince pointed out, getting a high five from Greyson.

“Fuck you Vinny! You’re the biggest brat of them all!”I shouted, “Vanity! Watch your mouth! God, when did you become so uncivilized!” Mom shouted, hands on her hips as she glared at me.

“Probably the same time she started snorting cocaine.” Tommy blurted out, “oh fuck.” Tommy said, realizing what he just did. I let go of Sages hair as mom started walking towards me, her face as red as her lips.

“Mom, look I can explain.” I started defending myself, “I mean, maybe it’s time to tell mom you like to uh, party hard.” Greyson says innocently.

“Oh yeah mr. I’ve never drank alcohol in my life. Shut up Greyson, you partied with me and them.” I mentally cursed myself out, “You did what!!” Mom yelled, putting all her anger on Greyson finally.

“Vanity did smack!!” “Yeah, unwillingly!!” “What is smack!?” “Oh that’s heroin.” Tommy again butted in, “Tommy!!” I yelled his name as Nikki came walking down the stairs.

“Dinners ready.” Loretta informed us, “Should I get the wine?” She asked, trying to hide her laugh, “Please.” Mom tried to control her temper as we all went to the dining room table.

Mom sat at the head of the table, I sat at the other side facing her that way she couldn’t slap me if she wanted too. Everyone watched as mom poured her wine to the brim of the glass.

“Why would you even put heroin in your body?” I rolled my eyes, “Mom, this isn’t a dinner conversation.” I said, poking at the salad that was in front of me.

“No, please inform me of what my daughter has done.” She said glaring at all the boys as they were quiet for once in their lives.

“She’s just having fun.” Vince was the first to speak up, “Fun? That is not fun.” Mom chuckled, taking a sip of her wine.

“We take care of her, I mean Sixx takes care of her.” Mick added, “Yeah man, like a few nights ago she started throwing up. I think it was the Jäger and Nikki took her back to the hotel and made sure she was alright.” Tommy said, mouthful of food, “Manners, Thomas.” Mom said as I chuckled, “Who the hell is Thomas?” T-bone whispered, getting a shrug from the rest of us.

“So you force her to drink? And do your drugs? Why do I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, Vanity?” I shrugged, gulping down my glass of wine as I reached for the bottle.

“We’ve never forced her to do anything.” Nikki spoke up with a snide tone. I put my hand on his knee, gently squeezing it. “Well there was that one time we poured Jack down her mouth and then you licked what was dripping down off her tits.” Vince pointed out, “And that one time where we dared her to snort coke off the strippers ass...but I wouldn’t count that as being forced, she’s always willing.”

“And honestly, sometimes she’s crazier then us. Like at the bar that one time, some guy grabbed her ass and she smashed a beer bottle over his head.” Mick pointed out as the guys agreed in laughter, “Vanity, what the hell?” Mom said bewildered, “I’m just having fun?” I said unsure of myself.

“Mom c’mon, you and dad used to party like crazy when you were my age. Hence the tramp stamp you have...” I trailed off, sipping some of my wine as I looked at her.

“Vanity...that’s private.” Mom said, trying to hide her embarrassment, “What does it say again oh yea-“ “Vanity, you better stop talking now.” “Se pencher en avant? Right mom?” I smirked, as she started laughing.

“Ew mom, that’s so gross.” Greyson said, remembering the years of French we took, “Wait, what does it mean?” Tommy asked, “Bend over.” I snickered, as Vince choked on his drink. “In French.” Greyson added as Vince tried to keep his laughter back.

“Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Nikki muttered as he reached for my hand under the table. “You should come to the show tonight Clarissa.” Tommy stated, “Oh, no, no.” Mom said, pouring her second glass of wine, “I don’t like your music.”

“Uh, you were just singing ‘Home Sweet Home’ before they got here.” Sage added, “I would love to go.” She said, smiling at Vince who smirked back at her. “C’mon Mom. Let’s go! It’s not like you’re doing anything else but watching re-runs of soap operas and doing paper work.” Greyson egged her on. If anyone could convince our mom to do anything, it would be him.

“Oh yeah, you should totally come! We’re having a huge show tonight! I’m finally gonna play the drums upside down.” Tommy joyfully said, “It’s gonna be rad, dude.”

“I don’t think so.” Mom said, sipping on her wine, “We also have a surprise tonight.” Nikki spoke up, “We do?” Vince asked, “What are we doing? Why weren’t we informed?” Mick then added on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you guys in a little bit.” Nikki teased, before finishing his glass of wine.

“Let’s say I were to consider going to your concert, where would I sit?” Mom questioned, “Uh...right up front where Vanity usually is.” Nikki answered her, “Okay. I’ll go.” I started choking on my wine, “Wh-What. No, you can’t go.” I told her.

“Oh? Upset you’ll have to behave in front of your mother?” Nikki teased, “Yes! That’s exactly it!” I retorted, making everyone laugh. I didn’t see the fucking joke about it?

*a few hours later at the concert*

I quickly snapped my head back up, rubbing my nose as I had been buried in lines of cocaine for the last fifteen minutes. I didn’t want to be sober while dealing with my mom, sister, and brother. Yeah I love them to death, but ya know when you can only be around your family for a certain amount of time before you start getting annoyed with them? Yeah, I’m at that point.

Tommy had sneaked some ecstasy pills to Greyson, so he was off with him doing god knows what. Sage was trying to help Vince pick out a better outfit cause she said he looked like Malibu Ken. And I think mom was trying to avoid it all by downing her self in a new drug that was out on the pharmaceutical market: I think it was called prozac?

I was sitting in Nikki’s dressing room watching him pace around and getting dressed. He was wearing tight leather pants he had just squeezed into and honestly I think they were mine. I told him to go with the new Motley Crue bad boys t-shirt and he’s topped it off with a half buttoned denim shirt that was rolled up his elbows.

He kept pacing back and forth, mumbling incoherently to himself, “Are you okay?” I asked him, seeming as if I startled him. “Hm. Yeah I’m fine.” I rolled my eyes, knowing that he was lying.

“Actually, I’m not.” He stopped abruptly as he stood across from me, “Well, what’s wrong?” I asked, cutting lines and handing the tray to him but he didn’t grab it.

“No, I don’t want that.” I was surprised that he declined, “Well...more for me then.” I giggled, quickly railing the lines back to back.

“I-I haven’t had a fix in a few days.” Nikki stuttered. I pondered on the thought, it made sense. He has been extremely irritable the last few days as well as throwing up. He was having withdrawals from heroin.

“You’ll be fine, just take a breath and relax.” I suggested as he rolled his eyes at me, “Easy for you to say.” He mumbled. “Keep it up with the coke and you’ll know how it feels.” He snapped, as it was my turn to give him an eye roll.

“Go find it, if you need it that bad.” I stated, rolling my eyes as I stood up from the couch. He cocked his head to the side, giving an expression of confusion, “Okay...” He muttered quietly.

“I’m gonna go find everyone and take them to our seats.” I told Nikki, as he started plucking the strings of his bass. I didn’t get a response from him, just a simple head nod.

“Alright...” I spoke softly, “See you out there?” I was waiting for him to say something, but he again didn’t respond. I exhaled through my nose before slamming his dressing room door shut.

*Nikki’s POV*

I wanted her to pretend to care at least. Maybe tell me it was a good thing I haven’t touched junk in about five days, not fucking tell me to go find it. I knew she wanted me to say something for her to stay with me just a little while longer, but fuck, she just doesn’t think and then says whatever comes to her fucking brain.

But fuck it, she clearly doesn’t care so I might as well go find it. I can spot out a junkie a million miles away. Takes one to know one, I guess. I looked at the clock on the wall, seeing it was getting close to show time. I left the bass I was using early and started walking to the stage, meeting up with the others.

“Aw, no good luck kiss from Vanity?” Vince joked, as him and Tommy laughed with each other. I rolled my eyes, ignoring them as I gave mick a nod of acknowledgment.

“Do we have everything for intermission?” I asked, looking at Doc as he leaned against the wall. He nodded as he pointed to a grocery bag on the table he was standing by.

“Ya know, if Vanity doesn’t suck your dick tonight then I will. Wish someone would do that for my birthday.” T-bone pointed out, “I mean…it’s a figure of speech, I wouldn’t actually suck your dick.” I laughed at the bigger hole he was digging himself.

“Whatever you say man.” I said, playfully smacking his arm, knocking the drumstick he was twirling out of his hand.

“Will do it for your birthday, drummer.” Mick spoke up as Tommy roughly smacked his back, a huge shit eating grin plastered across his face.

*an hour or two into the concert*

I wiped my face with a towel as we just finished up ‘Looks that Kill’. I sat down on an amp as Vince grabbed his microphone.

“Alright you sick motherfuckers. Everyone having a good time?” Of course the crowd screamed in response.

Tommy nudged my shoulder, handing over a bottle of Jack him and I usually split on stage, “We got a birthday girl in the crowd, I mean we probably got a few of them…but we got an extra special birthday girl.

I looked over and saw Greyson was trying to wrestle Vanity and had his arms wrapped around her to stop her from leaving. A stage light shined down on them.

“Her names Vanity and she’s right over here.” Vince spoke, walking over to where she was and pointing, “Come on up here, Princess. Hey, let her through.” Vince motioned to the security guard.

I could tell Vanity was putting up a fight, protesting as her brother and sister shoved her towards the security wall, “C’mon Van, don’t get shy on us now.” Vince laughed as Vanity started yelling at him.

Security helped her over the railing and then picked her up and put her on the stage. Tommy and I were trying to control are laughter as we saw how mad she was.

“Come here.” Vince said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to the middle of the stage. “Isn’t she smokin’ hot?” Vince said, showing her off to the crowd as some guys in front whistled at her.

“Go on, say hi to everyone.” Vince ordered, trying to hand her the mic but she declined. Instead, she waved to the crowd.

“Let me tell you something about Vanity Blackwood over here…she is one of the naughtiest girls I’ve ever met in my life. Just ask our boy Sixx over here.” Vanity hid her face in embarrassment as she tried leaving the stage, but Vince quickly kept a grip around her.

“We love you Vanity, and we wanted to share your birthday with the world…so can we get the stuff?” Vince asked, motioning for a roadie to come out. Someone came out with a cake and candles.

Tommy and I took the cake from him and brought it to her. Mick slowly came from the unlit area and joined us front and center.

I wrapped my arm around Vanity’s waist, “I am going to murder you.” She said into my ear as I smiled down at her.

“So if everyone can join us in singing happy birthday to our favorite girl….” Vince trailed off, leading the crowd in song.

Vanity hid her face against my shoulder, I could feel that she was laughing her ass off due to how uncomfortable and awkward she became. I smiled looking down at her, as she looked up at me. It sounds cliché, almost stupid but I felt like it was just her and I.

“Happy birthday to yoooouu.” We finished singing as Vanity blew out the candles. Tommy and I both kissed each side of her cheeks as we brought the cake up to her face, completely smashing it all over her.

“Nikki!!!” She screamed my name as we were all full of laughter. She picked up a chunk of cake and threw it in his face. I wiped it off, noticing Tommy was laughing. I picked a piece off the floor and shoved it into his face, and that was the rest of it. Cake was being thrown left and right, at one point Vince slipped on some icing and fell straight on his ass.

“Enough! I’m done!” Vince yelled, being the sore looser as usual. We all three then shoved cake in his face. Vince was noticeably a bright red under the yellow icing. I shooed Vanity off stage after giving her a tight hug, watching her leave before we started the show again.

*after the concert*

I walked to the back, having Vanity cling herself to me, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She said in between pecks on my lips, “All of you, thank you.” She said, unraveling herself from me and going to hug the rest of the guys.

“You’re welcome, Princess.” I said, pulling her back to me and kissing her, “Ahem.” Vanity pulled herself off of me, as her mom came through the back.

“That was a wonderful show, but I think Sage and I are gonna head home.” Clarissa explained to us, “Take Greyson with you.” Vanity retorted, poking her tongue out at her brother, “Shut up, you brat. Tommy invited me.”

“Tommy didn’t do anything.” T-bone said, taking a sip of his beer.

“I will see everyone tomorrow.” Clarissa stared, giving both Vanity and Greyson a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Come with me.” I told Vanity while grabbing her hand and taking her from the group as we went back to my dressing room, so I could finish what I started earlier.

*Vanitys POV*

I stumbled up to my feet as I pulled down my shirt. Nikki watched me with a smirk as he buttoned up the leather pants, I noticed the scratch marks that were on his bare chest.

“You ruined my make up.” I pouted as I looked in the mirror, trying to fix my mascara and lipstick. “Still look hot.” He mumbled as he finished getting dressed, “You look hot too.” I said as I examined what he was wearing.

“You go with the guys I have to take care of some stuff.” Nikki explained as he held the door open for me, “Oh…I can help you if you want.” I suggested, brushing my fingers over his hand.

He smiled, but it quickly disappeared, “No go..it’s your birthday go have some fun. I just have to discuss somethings with Doc. You’ll be bored of it.” He replied quickly.

I studied his expression, “Okay…I’ll see you there, I guess.” He quickly nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll only be an hour.”

I left his dressing room and went to go find everyone else. Soon after I found them, we left the arena and got into the limo to god knows where as Vince blind folded me.

*Roughly 30 minutes later*

“Okay, step.” Tommy and Vince said as they helped me walk up stairs, “Can I take this off yet?” I asked, “No, not yet…just a little bit more.” Tommy coaxed me. I could tell a door opened as the smell of cigarettes and booze hit my nose. Bon Jovi’s ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ echoed through wherever we were at.

I heard Vince and Tommy giggling and whispering towards each other, “Am I gonna get mad?” I asked them, “Uh, yes definitely.” Vince said that and I immediately stopped walking.

“Oh c’mon! You’ll have fun. Just sit right here.” Tommy said as they lowered me down onto a chair with cold metal bars to rest my forearms on.

“Hey! What are you doing!!” I yelled as I felt them handcuff me to the chair, “Guys!!” They weren’t answering me but I could hear their stifled laughter.

I felt manicured nails brush over my shoulders, “Oh, hell no. I’m not fucking playing get me out of here.” I shouted as I heard Tommy, Vince and Greyson burst out laughing.

“Nikki said to make sure you had fun. So this is what we’re doing.” Vince’s voice got closer as he approached me. His hands went behind my head and untied the blind fold, letting me see we were at a strip club.

“Oh for the love of god.” I muttered as a stripper approached me, “I heard you have a birthday and you’ve been a very bad girl.” She had a sultry tone as she approached me. The pink boa she had wrapped around her body was no placed around my neck.

“I bet you guys are enjoying this.” I said, my eyes darting over to Vince and Tommy, “Yes, actually very much.”

“If they uncuff you, do you promise to behave?” She asked, her nails pushing my hair back. I rolled my eyes, “Yes.” I grumbled as Greyson walked over and uncuffed me.

I immediately tried getting up but the stripper pushed me back down onto the chair, “Now, Now…you said you would behave. Don’t make me get my paddle.” She said, as I quickly cowered down.

She tilted my head back, opening up my mouth as she held a bottle of jack and only poured a little bit of it. “I like your heels.” I told her, as she tried not to laugh at me.

She smiled, before crawling on me and giving me a lap dance, “Alright, this is what we’re doing.” I was becoming awkward as the boys were cracking up, “You can touch me if you want, I won’t tell.” She spoke out loud as she pushed my legs apart, “No, I’m okay.”

Tommy came over, handing me a key bump, “For the nerves.” He said as I snorted it up.

The stripper instantly grabbed my hands and put them on her tits, “Wow, those are some nice boobs.” I said as she left me fondle them, “See! What you’ve been missing out on!?” Vince replied with a giant smile on his face.

Her hands made there way up and down my body, gently caressing the bare skin of my thighs as her nails raked down my shoulders. “I see you were busy earlier.” The blonde stripper whispered into my ear, her fingers running across the hickey from Nikki on the side of my neck.

“Does your boyfriend know what you’re up too?” I huffed with an eye roll, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

She continued her dance, feeding me shots of whiskey and I think some pills from the boys at one point? Not really sure about that one. She slowly pulled her boa off of me, and wrapped it around her body.

“That’s all I got for you, baby.” She said, once more brushing her chest against mine. She grabbed me by my jaw and gave me a sweet peck on the lips. She brushed her finger against my lip, wiping her lipstick off of me.

She quickly left the private room as I broke out in a fit of laughter, “You guys are such assholes!” I shouted as I got off the chair. Tommy came over and wrapped an arm loosely around my shoulder.

“Oh relax, you know you were having fun.” He teased as I rolled my eyes, “Can I get drunk now?” I asked, “Fuck yeah, sweets! You’re gonna get so fucked up tonight! Tommy was boisterous as usual as we walked to the bar and started drinking.

*Nikki’s POV*

I just arrived at the strip club and went straight to the bathroom before meeting up with Vanity and the boys. I went and scored some junk from this sleazy guy I saw at the concert. He said it was the best stuff in the city, but all drug dealers say that about their product. I didn’t care if it was pure or if it was cut with meth or coke at this point, I needed my fix.

I locked the bathroom door, quickly throwing my jacket on the dirty floor. I slapped my veins a few times but they were popping up. “God Damnit.” I groaned as I pulled up my pant leg, but all the veins were bruised.

I was getting frustrated as I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes wandered to my neck. Did I really come to this point? What’s next? Shooting into my fucking cock?

I grabbed a hold of my neck, while the needle rested between my fingers. I gritted my teeth as I watched the needle puncture my skin, blood dribbling down as it mixed with the heroin.

I quickly pulled the needle out, resting my arm against the mirror as I felt it hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked at myself, feeling sick to my stomach. I bent down and picked up my jacket before throwing out the needle, quickly walking out the bathroom door.

I walked through the main doors, feeling as if everyone knew I was high, but in reality nobody gave a fuck as they weren’t paying attention to me.

I noticed a crowd around the stage with a stripper pole in the middle. I pushed my way through the crowd noticing Vanity was dancing with a stripper, the boys and all the men around her were throwing money towards her. Greyson on the other hand, looked mortified.

“T-bone! What the fuck, man!?” I yelled at him, as I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

“Oh hey Sixx! What’s up?!” Tommy asked, coked out as usual. If he was coked out, that meant she was too. “ ‘What’s up?’ Really? Why the fuck is she on stage!” I yelled, noticing that she was stripping out of her shirt.

“Vanity! No!!” I shouted at her, but she didn’t hear me as she continued. “I don’t know man? I went to go get us drinks and next thing I know Greyson is chasing her to the stage.” Tommy explained.

I moved over to where she was dancing by, seeing that she was letting men touch her. She just had to go and fucking ruin my high. “Get the fuck out of my way!” I shouted, shoving drunk idiots away from me.

“Vanity!” I yelled, waving for her and she finally noticed me. She crawled toward me, sexually I might add. “Hey Sixx.” She shouted over the loud music and yelling.

“Get your ass off the fucking stage, now.” I demanded, but she rolled her eyes at me. I was quickly shoved to the side as a guy stuck a twenty dollar bill in between her tits, grabbing them right after, “Don’t fucking touch her, asshole!” I shouted, shoving him away from me.

“I’m serious, get off the fucking stage.” She smirked, grabbing the back of my head and forcing her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the whiskey the boys have been giving her.

She quickly pulled away from me, standing up as she walked up to the stripper and began dancing. I was seething in anger as I watched her. Yeah, she gets drunk and does stupid things all the time, but this is the icing on the fucking cake.

I was mainly boiling in a pool of my own rage because she was letting these fucking guys touch her and was willing too. I watched her twirl around on the pole, swaying her hips to the beat of the song as she slowly pulled down the pants she was wearing, bending down and showing everyone everything. Thankfully she decided to wear a pair of panties tonight.

“Relax, man.” Tommy said, slapping his arm on my shoulder, “Relax!? That’s my fucking girl up there acting like a fucking whore!! Don’t tell me to fucking relax!!” I snapped back at him, shoving him away, “Okay, okay…I’ll get her down.”

“Vanity!” Tommy whistled for her, “Off the stage!” He shouted as she walked towards him, kicking her shoes off at him as she flipped him off. Tommy grabbed her heels and looked at me, “Uh…I tried?” He said weakly.

“C’mon Sixx, lighten up. It’s her birthday, she’s just having fun.” Vince butted in. Why didn’t anyone see why I was fucking mad!?!

“Here…watch this.” Vince whistled loudly for her, “Come here, Princess!!” Vanity crawled to him, I noticed Vince freeze up as he watched her sit on his knees in front of him, in all of her half naked glory, “Let’s go do some blow, doll!” Tommy suggested, quickly flashing her a baggie of coke.

“Vanity fucking Blackwood, get off the stage, now. We are leaving!” I yelled at her, noticing her eyes flash to fear, “I’m not ready!!” Her words were extremely slurred as she talked back to me. I grabbed her hand but she fought my grip and pulled away from me. I was getting fed up with her drunken antics.

“Vanity, I’m gonna tell mom what you’re doing!!” Greyson yelled at her, “Get off the stage, you’re embarrassing me!” I saw the devilish smirk play across her face, “Embarrassing? I’ll show you embarrassing.”

Vanity stood up, prancing back over to the pole. Her hands reached up behind her back and unclasped her bra. She teased as she held onto it before throwing it at me.

I quickly jumped up on the stage. She turned around and faced me, “We are leaving.” I said, grabbing her and walking through the red satin curtain, not caring about the many “Fuck You’s” I was getting.

“Don’t fucking grab me like that!” She shouted, shoving me away from her and crossing her arms over her tits so they were covered. I took off my leather jacket, unbuttoning the rest of the shirt and giving it to her. She quickly pulled it on as we continued the argument.

“What the fuck are you doing!? Why are you up there acting like a slut!” I yelled in her face, she rolled her eyes and was trying to walk away from me but I stepped in front of her so she couldn’t run away like usual.

“I’m just having fun.” She mumbled, looking down at the floor, “Fun?! Acting like a whore is fun to you!? You were naked out there and just letting those guys fucking touch you! Only I can fucking touch you like that, Vanity!” Her face flinched when I stepped closer to her.

“You’re not my fucking boyfriend and you keep forgetting that, Nikki…” She spat back, by the tone in her voice she was hesitant to say it.

“I know I’m not your damn boyfriend, but fuck…you are mine, and you know that.” I told her, as she laughed at me.

“That is the most ass-backwards thing I’ve ever heard in my life. You’re ridiculous. It’s either you want me or you don’t.” She rolled her eyes with a huff. “What about what I want for once, instead of it being all about Nikki fucking Sixx.” I listened to her incoherent rambling. I just wanted to get her home and to bed so she can knock the fuck out and shut the fuck up for once.

I pushed my hair back, exhaling deeply through my nose, “Fine, what do you want?”

“I would like another drink.” She slurred, putting her hands on my shoulders for support. “And then I want you to stop being mad at me, I was just having fun.”

I took her hand in mine and I walked her to the bar, where The guys were waiting for us with her clothes in hand. “Oh thanks, T-bone.” Vanity replied, snatching her pants from him and quickly putting them on, followed by her shoes right after.

I watched as Vanity climbed up on the barstool, sitting back on her knees as she leaned over the bar. The boys watched in amusement as she grabbed a glass and filled it up with beer by herself and began to drink it.

“You want some?” She asked, handing the glass to me as I took a sip out of it. “How was your meeting with Doc?” She questioned, taking the glass back from me. Her fingers found themselves playing with the layered necklaces I had.

“It was fine. We just talked about some stuff, concert planning you could say.” I lied to her as she nodded, “Well, I missed you.” She mumbled, her fingers now trailing across my jaw, “The boys made me get a lap dance, it was fun. You would’ve enjoyed it.” I laughed at her misfortune, knowing that she was probably awkward as hell.

“She let me touch her tits, they were really nice. They were fake though, should I get a boob job?” Her lips parted as if a light bulb when off in her head, “No, that’s too much money and my tits are fine.” I rested against the bar, my head being supported by my elbow as I watched her. I forgot I was even mad at her.

“Right? Tell me my tits are fine, Nikki.” She playfully smacked my chest, as I let out an eye roll, “You’re tits are great, doll.” I reassured her as she smiles cheekily.

“I agree with Sixx, your tits are phenomenal.” She turned around and faced Vince as I sent him a death glare.

“What! I’m just saying! She has a nice rack!” Vince defended himself, “Can we please stop talking about my sisters body?” Greyson groaned before throwing back a shot with Tommy.

“Do you want to go back home?” She asked through low drunk eyes as she wrapped her hand around mine. “Just us, they can come back later.” She suggested, pressing a quick kiss against my lips. I nodded when she backed away from me.

We said our goodbyes, Well I did. Vanity threatened Vince and Tommy if they let anything happen to her brother while she wasn’t around.

*Back at the house*

I held her hand as she pulled me inside the house and up the stairs to her room. The moment I closed the door she started getting naked in front of me, leaving her clothes in her path as she walked to her closet.

I sat down on the bed, slowly falling back onto it as I looked up at her ceiling, “C’mon.” I sat back up, the moment I looked at her my pants got a tad tighter. She was standing in front of me wearing a bright red bikini, “I want to go to the hot tub.” She stuck out her hand for me to take, I gladly accepted it.

“You can use my brothers shorts.” She said, quickly going into his room. I caught a glimpse of all the posters on his wall. Van Halen, The Cure, The Smiths, and of course my band.

“Here.” She shoved a pair of black shorts into my hands, “Come outside when your done.” She ordered as she walked away from me.

I got undressed, the baggie of heroin and a few rigs were safely tucked into the pocket of my jacket. I left my clothes in her room as I walked down the stairs. I went through the glass doors and saw her turning on the jets of the hot tub.

“I stole moms key earlier so we could get booze.” She stated, holding up a bottle of wine, as she carefully got into the water. I followed in right after her.

Vanity sat next to me, her legs draped over mine as she faced me. “You really grew up like this?” I said with an astonish tone. “Yeah, you’ve known this. I don’t get why you still act surprised.” She retorted, taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle.

“Because you don’t act like it. I mean you can be a spoiled brat sometimes. But I just pictured someone who grew up how you did to be more, I don’t kn-“ “Not associate with the likes of people like you?” She interrupted me, a small chuckle arose from her.

“Yes, that’s exactly it. Not just me. But all four of us.” I said with a shrug as I took a sip from the bottle.

“Just because I’ve grown up privileged doesn’t mean anything. I’ll be friends with anyone as long as they’re nice to me, but not the fake nice ya know? The ones that are nice to you because they want something from you. Money, power…fame in your case.” She babbled, looking around at her surroundings.

“Do you miss your dad?” I asked her. I heard her let out a deep sigh as she looked at me, “All the time. My dad was always the voice of reason, whenever I did something wrong mom would freak out, but daddy was always calm about it.” She explained before taking a sip and looking at me.

“Do you ever miss your mom?” I cleared my throat, “Uh…” was all I could get out of my mouth, “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like talking about it, I don’t know why I asked that.” She was quick to apologize.

“I’ve never really missed her. Maybe I just wish things were different between Deanna and I.” I explained, brushing my fingers down her legs as I looked at her. “You should call her.” Vanity suggested. What a bright fucking idea.

“Just keep drinking that.” I said passing the bottle back to her. “I’m serious, Nik.” I groaned, “Can we stop? Please?” I pleaded, getting a huff in return.

“You excited for your party tomorrow?” I asked, pulling her closer to me, “Fuck no, I’m gonna be surrounded by rich socialites who are gonna pry into my business and then go around telling everyone what the Blackwoods daughter is up too.” She explained, “I’ve always hated being around them. I use to avoid all of the business parties for this reason.” She continued on, “That’s one of the reasons I left Dallas to begin with.”

“Yeah, why did you go to Los Angeles?” I questioned, wrapping my arm around the concrete as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

“Well for starters, Julian was coming back. I was tired of the same thing everyday. Wake up, go to the office with daddy, do paperwork all day, come home, eat dinner, go to bed, do it again the next day. That’s boring. And also I got into a fight with my parents and they kicked me out and told me to go figure out the real world on my own.” I laughed.

“Go figure it out as they still loaded your bank account every month? Right.” I continued to laugh as she glared at me. “They cut me off financially for five months. That’s why I got the diner gig. I was making less then three hundred dollars a week. It was difficult adjusting. I know it doesn’t sound like a big problem but it was to me.” I stopped laughing, realizing that I was probably hurting her feelings.

“Well what was the fight about?” I questioned as she stared at me, “Sixx, you can’t judge me.” She said worrisome,”Princess, I would never, just tell me.” I coaxed her, pulling her closer against me.

“It was like maybe a month after Julian got sent to the rehab place to work on his shit. Well uh…Julian got me pregnant-“

“I’m sorry? What?” I cut her off, looking at her with confusion.

“I didn’t want to have his child so I got an abortion, ya know cause my body, my choice. And the doctor that did it, totally broke HIPPA and called my parents, told them I was having one so they showed up at the appointment and told me how disgusting and wrong I was to do this.” I continued to stare at her as she explained, not even knowing what to say.

“They didn’t fucking care that Julian almost killed me, they cared more that I was ending a so called ‘life’.” She laughed bitterly, taking a swig from the bottle.

“So they told me to get the hell out and that they wouldn’t have a murderer living in their house. Mom was more mad about it, than dad was. But mom had daddy wrapped around her finger until the day he died. He would’ve done anything for her. So when mom said kick out Vanity, that’s what dad did.”

“Your family is like a bad soap opera.” Vanity laughed when I said that, “It’s bad, I know. But they’re my family, and I love them, I mean sometimes I wish I didn’t. But still.”

“You wanna be my date to the wedding?” I blurted out, completely catching her off guard.

“Not my date, cause we’re not dating, but we could go together if you wanted.” I rambled on as she ran her nails through my hair.

“I would love to be your date to T-bone’s wedding.” She replied, letting me take a fresh breath of air.

Vanity slowly got on top of me, sitting back on my lap as I held her hips, “Just as long as you match your tie to my dress.” She whispered, her lips grazing against mine, “Whatever you want babe.” I replied before planting my lips on hers.

Her lips were soft and warm as usual. They always tasted like vanilla mixed with whiskey and cigarettes, it left my mouth watering every time we kissed. The smell of chlorine combined with her flowery scent heightened my senses. She cupped both sides of my cheeks as she deepened the kiss, my heart felt like it was about to thump right out of my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, tugging her body closer to mine. She was quick to enter my mouth with her tongue, I usually beat her to it. Her fingers were engulfed into my hair, she pulled her lips away from mine as she tilted my head back. I groaned as I felt her nip and suck at the exposed skin of my neck as she left her mark on me.

“Hm.” I heard her mumble as she pressed her lips against mine once more. She pulled away, resting her forehead against mine as her arms were wrapped around my shoulders, fingers twirling the ends of my hair.

“This is getting complicated, Nikki.” She whispered and let out a sigh as she looked straight at me, eyes wandering down to the abused skin then back up to me.

“What is?” I asked, already knowing what she was talking about, but I needed to hear her say it.

“Me and You.”

[sunkensaturn]

Alex: I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh...hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????

Clarissa: You met god, bitch. Let's get you some self care.

[heartbreak-tm]

nothing lasts || guy || mm trial.8 || re: wet ass polish, vote

To come back as robots… Even if it means bringing back people who never wanted to die in the first place, the idea, the thought of it left a bad taste in Guy mouth somehow. He nearly just lets the thoughts sit in his head, but…

“You can’t really get consent from a dead person…”

He frowns. He doesn’t even want to think about telling any of them that the real of them died, only for them to deal with possible existential dread they may have in the end…

“Sure, the people who’ve died were our friends, but at the same time, those lives… aren’t… ours. So, it’s not really our– our place to make life choices for them, is it? Literally…”

“But, I guess this is just my way of saying… I want no part of this anymore. I’m not touching this About.Face bullshit, o-or any of this any longer, not even with a 50-foot pole, so if you want, you can just consider my opinion obsolete. Call me selfish for that, but I’m just… done. I’m done.” He turns to Clarissa. “You’ve wasted our fucking time trying to prove theories nobody has ever fucking cared for, and conducted experiments no one especially fucking asked for. Count on the rich to spend exorbitant amounts of money on useless shit, huh?”

He lets out an exasperated sigh, and to be honest, his eyelids threatened to shut as he struggled to keep them open every passing second. There really was no proper time or rest from the last trial… Could you blame him, or anyone here, just wanting to get this over with? Surely, he can’t be the only person in the room feeling this way. Begrudgingly, he continues, clinging to Ryuu’s side as he does.

“I just think it’s not our place to be able to control and handle life and death like this. It’d make us no better than fish-bitch over here. Same applies to sending her to her execution, sooo…”

“…I agree with Akio. He’s right. Executing you will do jack-fuck, and it’s proooobably what you want, so we’ll keep you alive. After all,”

And Guy, who’s been nothing but patient and kind all this time, survivors, victims, and killers alike, allows a rather uncharacteristic smirk curl upon his features, twisted with nothing but parsecs of hate. Hatred was something he was never consistently familiar with, but…

“What’s more fitting than to let you die and rot in prison the same way your father did, huuuuuuh~?”

Somehow, it felt almost euphoric to be able to feel it so genuinely, so strongly.

Oh, who was he kidding? It was exciting.

[azaleapaths]

WANTED PLOTS MASTERLIST: VERSE DEPENDENT MUSES

here are the wanted plots for my verse muses! these are sorted with some sub-headings to make it as smooth as possible. 

supernatural muses

alaric (hozier fc)

a play on the red riding hood myth please for the love of god. he’s a werewolf so it really works! 

a plot where when alaric is a wolf he lives in the woods by a human’s (or a witch’s) home and as a wolf he does little sweet gestures here and there but he has to finally work up the courage to interact with her in person and we go from there

maybe alternatively something with someone from his past coming back, maybe a fiance or something? either he just up and left them after becoming a werewolf or he accidentally hurt them so he left them after that and he loves them so much that he’s Terrified to be around them

beck (cole sprouse fc)

someone who wants to seduce him to the dark side! a satanic witch! or... a good witch who wants to help him and keep him safe 

some sort of jd and veronica inspired stuff where a human girl inspires him to go dark without really knowing what that means bc when he goes dark, he can do really fucked up things. how they respond to that is up to you, but definitely into beck being somewhat devoted and willing to do anything for them. 

an angel or guardian angel who believes she needs to kill him but her plans to awry as she actually meets beck and starts to understand him

philomena (lili reinhart fc)

my favourite wanted plot for her is her accidentally on purpose killing the girl she loves’ abusive father/ex-boyfriend and then they whoopsie have to go on the run and she’s terrified that she hates her but the girl is actually now like wow i’m in love with her??

let her be your muse’s henchwoman of sorts. she loves to devote herself to one woman. you’ll find a lot of that here. 

anything where her 6 foot ass can be cute and protective over a short girl who brings out all the emotion and feelings in her that she tries to hide 

cricket (kiernan shipka fc)

cricket is shielded from the world and homeschooled in a house full of other supernatural creatures so give me someone who comes from outside, maybe coming across the house by accident or walking up bc it’s supposed to be haunted and she’s just there on the porch like um... hi and blushing bc they’re cute

alternatively her parents bring a new person in who needs help and needs to stay with them for a little while (any sort of supernatural creature) and cricket quickly develops a crush so she tries to spend all of her time with them

dahlia (mia goth fc)

something with her and a witch hunter or a detective... someone who is suspicious of her that she manages to charm even despite how strange she is. someone who starts assuming that she’s used a love spell on them bc they’re so in denial of their own feelings.

sal (james ransone fc)

some witch who could leave him for dead bc witches and werewolves don’t have the best relationship decides to drag his dying ass back to her house to help him, no matter how much he complains or acts dumb. naturally, he falls in love.

horror verse muses

juniper (willa fitzgerald fc)

juniper seducing and manipulating a muse to join the cult she’s in. it’s a fun time for everyone involved. 

lana (alexandra daddario fc)

a woman or a man marrying into the kiryakov family and finding they’re actually pretty okay with satanism if it means they get to be rich and married to lana who is very devoted and very obsessed with them. 

damian (danila kozlovsky fc)

damian deciding with a woman he’s fallen deeply in love with to end the evil traditions in his family and murder his parents. this could go many, many ways. 

memphis (sofia carson fc), will (ross lynch), kirk (jason ralph fc)

these three are harder to plot for so i more need someone willing to delve into the verse i’ve created and the small weird town they live in. if anyone’s down for some mystery plots with some horror and some fun (i love romance, i always wanna include romance), ask about them!

sidenote for my horror verses in general: i have a few different ones listed on my verse page and i’d really love to do some stuff in the woodsboro, camp grizzly and of course the halfway, oregon verse.

crime verse muses

clarissa (lucy boynton fc)

clarissa goes after your muse and despite the fact that she’s literally blackmailing them there’s a LOT of sexual tension. maybe they end up in a situation where they need each other like for example to hide shit from the cops if they’re also shady. 

clarissa goes after someone’s wife or husband to get information on them but it ends up developing into something real and she’s like well. fuck.

jocey (maia mitchell fc)

some dumbass following her bc they’re suspicious about whatever she does after college and she ends up bringing them into the operation bc they’re not bad at hacking and they could use the extra cash. 

jocey being in a relationship with someone to the point of maybe even living with them but they have no idea what she does and she’s scared to tell them. 

maja (anya taylor joy fc)

give me maja infiltrating a cult for one of her hits and then developing a relationship with the cult leader’s wife (or one of many) or daughter or something. so now she’s gonna steal information, kill you and steal your bitch (or child). 

maja having to kidnap a girl or woman for whatever reason and naturally some stockholm syndrome shit ensues. it’s a fucked up relationship and we can do whatever we want with it. 

other verse muses

orion (jessica rothe fc)

anything set in wwe. a fellow wrestler from the men’s or women’s division, maybe they’re allies, maybe they have a romantic storyline, maybe they’ve been friends forever and she used to wrestle with them in the indies, maybe it’s an enemies to lovers thing. i’m down for whatever.

[themostbritishamerican]

Shadowhunters Season 2 Episode 10 Thoughts- Notes

I'm fucking ready for this fam FMU!

I don't wanna wait 4 months until part B though!! Ugh!!

I really only care about Magnus and Alec I just want them to be okay

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Madzie no!!

Alec's such a dad omg

Alec no!!

How does Valentine have her number to FaceTime her?

I really don't care about Simon though, like he can die to save Magnus and subsequently Malec

Is that Dot?

It is!

How is she not dead yet?

MAGNUS MY BOY

Mmm I don't trust her either

This memory sharing bullshit is just that, bullshit

"Angels speak through metaphors" that's hella extra omg really angels

Jace can destroy the sword! Yeah, he'll get killed but who cares it'll save the downworld!!

Raphael and Izzy literally make me sick I wanna literally throw up this is disgusting

OMG NOOOO

DID THEY REALLY JUST MAKE RAPHAEL A CANON ASEXUAL

FAM WTF

FMU NO WAY

OMG YES

THIS IS AMAZING

COMPLETELY FIXED HIS CHARACTER I LOVE THIS

I STILL HATE THIS RELATIONSHIP WITH IZZY BUT A CANON ASEXUAL IS AMAZING

"Thank the angel" I love these moments when they say that

Alec yeah!! Kick some ass!

I still don't like Aldertree but thank you

Shut up Simon no one cares about you

"I'm not used to feeling so powerless" no my baby

HAHAHA GET FUCKED SIMON I REALLY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU

Like, I love Simon but also his character direction recently has made me hate him. I much preferred season one Simon

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Magnus doesn't deserve to watch this though

Why are you so demanding? Since when does he owe you anything Clarissa?

I'm with Alec, Alec is smart. Fuck you Aldertree

Jace cares so much about Alec they are the ultimate bromance

Maia wtf?!

Literally calm the fuck down Maia wtf

I don't like Maia anymore fuck her

Shut the fuck up Maia

You really portaled her there?

DO NOT GET MAGNUS INVOLVED

WHAT DID I JUST SAY

SEE WHAT HAPPENED

RAPHAEL IS BEING A LITTLE BECAUSE HE'S "IN LOVE" WITH IZZY AND NOW IS ACTING OUT AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT CLARY

OMG I KNOW HE WONT KILL HER BUT PLLLEEEAAASSSEE KILL HER OMG

KILL CLARY AND SAVE SIMON YOURSELF THIS IS WHAT I WANT!!

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Of course Jace comes to save the day

Jace is such a good guy. He's gonna risk his life for Clary even though he knows he can't be with her. He's a not shitty dude

Madzie's like "bitch what? Make believe, sure…"

I'm hating Aldertree and little less now

He was in love and didn't deserve that pain

"A shadowhunter can never be with a downworlder" DO NOT PUT THOSE WORDS INTO HIS HEAD ALDERTREE SHUT UP

OMG SHUT UP MAIA YOURE SO SELFISH AND BITCHY

Simon would never drink from Clary he's too nice

Never mind

FUCK YOU

OMG THE SHAPESHIFTING RUNE

I FUCKING HATE THE SHAPESHIFTING RUNE

AND THAT RUINED THIS GREAT SCENE

ITS LIKE THE SCENE FROM THE BOOK WHEN THEY WERE ON THE SHIP

THAT SCENE WAS SO GOOD AND FULL OF SEXUAL TENSION

THE SHAPESHIFTING RUNE FUCKED IT UP UGGGHHHH I WANTED THAT SCENE!!!

Why did Jace derune though because now Valentine knows he's been tricked

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OMG MAGNUS IS STILL INVOLVED NOOOO

MAGNUS NEEDS TO GTFO HES IN SO MUCH DANGER

OMG MAGNUS IS SUCH A DAD AWWWW!!!

HES SO SWEET TO MADZIE! RELATING TO HER ON A WARLOCK LEVEL UGH MAGNUS AND ALEC JUST NEED TO ADOPT HER THIS IS TOO SWEET MAGNUS IS TOO SWEET!!

Literally shut the fuck up and let Jace have his crush on Simon, Valentine

"Thanks, I've been practice" AWW THEYRE SO CUTE

Woahkay Clary I don't know where you learned that but good

THANKS FOR FUCKING FINALLY SHOWING UP IZZY

YES THIS IS MY GIRL THIS IS THE GIRL I LOVE

"I'm so sorry Alec" you should be but I forgive you

Simon is so sweet ugh I love him

He's so sorry

"I would've let you" UGGGHH JACE AND ALL YOUR ANGST

THIS IS WHY I LOW-KEY SHIP THEM

"The lives of my children will be so much safer" sure bitch

NOOO MELIORN FUCK I LOVED HIM

Omg no they got all the downworlders in one place for him to kill them FUUUUCCCKK

He never needed Clary wtf?

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"They're all dead" WAIT DOES THAT MEAN RAPHAEL'S DEAD?! NOOOOO

OOOHHH JACE ACTIVATED THE SWORD FUCK

I ALWAYS KNEW HE DIDN'T HAVE DEMON BLOOD

NOOOO DOES THAT MEAN MAGNUS IS DEAD?!?!

ALEC'S FACE WHEN HE THOUGHT MAGNUS COULDV'E DIED FUCK ME MY HEART AAAGGGHHH

MAIA IS SO DRAMATIC OMG SHUT UP

omg Luke you're so dumb you tackle him and he stabs you and you're down you suck

YEAH JACE TO SAVE THE DAY

YEAH KICK HIS ASS JACE

OMG ARE WE REALLY GONNA HAVE THE "they're not related" REVELATION NOW

THE RUNE WORKED! I think

YEAH STAB HIM! IN THE FACE!

Omg Clary let him kill Valentine!

Maybe it's gone because you just left it on the ground for anyone to take

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YEAH! Let him suffer

Literally, you're disgusting

MAGNUS AND ALEC YESS

OMG ALEC MY BABY

OMG THEYRE HUGGING

HOLY SHIT

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

FAM

I CANT

I FEEL LIKE THIS MOMENT IS REALLT SUDDEN AND SOON BUT I LOVE IT NONETHELESS

THEY KISSED

THEY HUGGED

Simon's so sweet aww

OMG NO

ARE THEY REALLY GONNA MAKE HIM A DAYLIGHTER NOW?!

HE WAS LITERALLY BURNT BY THE SUN A FEW EPISODES AGO WTF?!

Ya know what? Whatever

Izzy and Raphael ew

Omg wait Raphael's okay! Yay!

Yeah fucking kick him to the curb Izzy!

Jace and Alec conversations are my fave

Jace is gonna tell her!

Ya know, they're not my favourite ship but I really like show!Jace so I want him to be happy

Luke is okay!

Simon and Clary are so ugh

Omg no Jace is gonna see them being cute outside and not tell her

WHAT DID I JUST SAY MY BABY BOY DOESN'T DESERVE THIS

That has to be Sebastian with the sword

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I liked this episode. It wasn't my fave because I feel like they tried to out way too much into this episode but it wasn't bad.

I wish we could've seen more Malec one on one scenes before we got the "I love you"s but you know I'll take what I can get. I'm happy for them. I feel like their kisses should be more like Simon and Clary's but it's whatever.

I feel I maybe set my expectations too high for this episode

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Chapter Reveal - Chasing Ella by Jillian Quinn Amazon Nook Kobo iBooks Goodreads Every Princess needs a Prince Charming… When a masked girl throws herself at Shawn Finch at a costume party, the hotshot football player assumes she’s just another girl trying to get his attention. Except she’s not just any girl. She’s his Cinderella, the nameless girl in the pale blue dress who got away. Desperate to find her, Finch searches for his mystery girl with no luck. So, it must be fate when Finch’s grade point average drops and the school assigns him a tutor not knowing they just handed over his Cinderella. After having a crush on Finch since the first time she spotted him on campus, one kiss was all she’d ever wanted. But Finch has other plans once he discovers the truth about his tutor. Chapter One Ella Most days, my house feels like a prison. Today is one of them. Ever since my father’s sudden death over two years ago, my stepmother and her annoying daughters have done everything in their power to make my life a living hell. Locked away, like a family heirloom stored inside an old trunk, I see how much hatred these women breed. My father would roll over in his grave if he knew how I live, all because Clarissa is even more selfish and spoiled than her daughters. With only a few more months until the end of the school year, this is my life until I can make my escape. Anastasia flings open my bedroom door and waltzes inside with a sour look on her face. She scans the floor and what’s left of my belongings, before her eyes eventually land on me. I don’t miss her scowl as she appraises my floral comforter, the one thing I have left from my mother. “Get your lazy ass out of bed, Ella.” She says my name with such disdain that her words slice through me, cutting deep. “Mother says you have chores to do.” “That’s no different than any other day,” I spit back. “Who else would clean up after you?” She snickers, throwing her hands onto her wide hips. “At least you’re good for something other than taking up space. We can’t have you lounging around here all day doing nothing. You have to earn your keep.” I get up from the bed, irritated and still half asleep. “This is my house, Anastasia. Not yours.” She points a long, bony finger at me and digs it into my arm. Her French tip hurts as she presses it into my skin. “Now, that is where you are wrong. This is my mother’s house now, which makes it mine. If it were up to me, you would be out on your ass, but Mom likes having a maid.” I let out an exaggerated sigh. How much more of this can I take? I can’t afford to live on my own. Clarissa pays my tuition at Strickland University, the one luxury I have left, and I wouldn’t dare do a thing to jeopardize getting far away from this torture. Unlike my stepsisters, who drive Mercedes’s, I ride three buses to get to school. It takes me hours to get there, but at least I get to leave this hellhole a few times a week in hopes of making something of myself. I’m counting down the days until I graduate. As of today, I have one hundred days left. Natasha strolls into my room with a bucket in hand and a mop in the other, dressed in vintage Chanel, of course. My mother had worn plenty of it before these cows had ransacked this house and took every piece of clothing and jewelry she had of value. The only thing spared from my stepmother’s fire sale was a gold heart charm necklace my father had given me on my thirteenth birthday. One side of the heart had belonged to him and the other to me. I’ve kept it hidden under a loose floorboard under my bed. It’s the one place none of them would ever bother to look. They’re too lazy to get on their hands and knees. Instead, they make me do all the work. Every morning, I wake to one of them screaming from the bottom of the stairs, Get down here and make us breakfast, Ella or Clean the dishes, Ella or Get the stain out of my Prada bag, Ella. They always have some request, leaving me little time to study, which is why I spend my afternoons tutoring students in the library. I get extra financial aid for helping out, but I mostly do it to give myself a reprieve from my jailers. “Get to work, Ella,” Natasha says, shoving the bucket and mop into my chest. “If you want that dress for the party tonight, you have to earn it.” It takes every ounce of strength I have to hide my smile. Just thinking about the masquerade party at the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity house sets fire to my skin. Shawn Finch will be there. He’s gorgeous, the starting tight end for the Strickland Senators, and has big, strong arms that I want to touch every time I see him in the library. He’s always failing at least one class because he’s too busy hooking up with girls and partying. From what I’d heard, he just manages to pass with the help of our tutoring staff. I would have killed to be his tutor last semester. Instead, I was stuck with some jerk from the hockey team. I even offered to trade Mandy, but she was too busy batting her eyelashes at Finch to consider my offer to switch. She practically had their wedding planned out in her head, and he didn’t even pay attention to her. Guys like Finch are untouchable. You have to be part of the sport's elite on campus to get anywhere near them. That’s why I jumped at the chance to go to this party tonight. I’m friends with Tori Reynolds, girlfriend of Sebastian Prince and the captain of the football team. He’s a big deal at our school. Tori invited me before I left class yesterday. She’s normal, like me, and nothing like most of the elitist snobs at Strick U. I guess we bonded over our mutual dislike for snooty people, and now, we’re acquaintances—maybe even friends. Because of Anastasia and Natasha are always sticking their nose into my business, I have no friends other than Tori, no prospect of a boyfriend, and absolutely no life. I’m the house bitch, the girl who scrubs the floor, washes clothes, and cooks meals. This is my life for a little while longer. At least I get to go to the party tonight. “Don’t look so excited,” Natasha yells, as I walk past her to deal with my chores. “Just remember we will be at the party, too.” “I haven’t forgotten,” I say, keeping my eyes focused on the long hallway in front of me with one goal in mind. “And don’t you dare think of speaking to us. You don’t know us, and we don’t know you. Got it? You will never be one of us, no matter how hard you try,” Anastasia says in a harsh tone. I stop at the top of the staircase and spin around to face them. “I don’t want to be like you or your friends. I just want to go to the party.” Natasha clicks her tongue. “Figures you would make friends with someone like Tori. She’s another one who is way out of her league.” “You’re just jealous because you want Bash and can’t have him.” Anastasia snorts. “I’ll have you know we’ve already had him.” Staring at Anastasia and then Natasha, I’m confused until I realize what she means and want to vomit. “Being a whore isn’t exactly something to brag about, Sis,” I say, laughing to myself, as I turn around to go downstairs. “You will pay for that! Just wait and see, Ella.” I have no doubt my loving stepsisters and their equally bitchy sorority sisters will make this night harder for me. At least I get to wear a mask and pretend I am someone else for the night. If it were any other frat party, I probably would skip it. I get enough weird stares pointed in my direction because of the hand-me-downs I have to wear to school, let alone the looks I would get if I were to attend a party in the same clothes. Tonight, I get to wear one of my mother’s dresses, as long as I finish my chores and homework. That was the deal I had made with Clarissa. Both of which were a given. I already have a perfect grade point average and cater to their every need. One night. That’s all I want. One night to feel normal again. Maybe I’ll even get the kiss I think about when I see Shawn Finch on campus. Maybe, just maybe, I will get my wish. * * * As promised, Clarissa hands over one of my mother’s gowns. It’s floor length, made of white satin with a light pink chiffon overlay, and hugs my curves perfectly. I remember my mother wearing this dress to parties when I was younger. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be just like her. She reminded me of a princess the way she would spin around in her dresses and dance in the living room with my father. My mother was so full of life until she’d gotten sick. Like me, she had long, blonde hair that curls at the ends and denim eyes. It wasn’t long after my mother’s passing that Dad met Clarissa. She was everything he needed her to be—until she wasn’t. I swear he died from a broken heart. Either that or my Bitch Mother poisoned him. Staring in the mirror, I smile and think of my parents. I can almost see them here, standing at my sides, as they see me off. If my mother were here, she would have done my hair and makeup. Instead, I had to watch a few YouTube videos to learn how to create a smoky effect that makes my eyes pop, even with the mask on my face. With my hair already curled naturally, it didn’t take much to give my hair some extra volume. For once, I feel pretty and worthy of a man like Shawn Finch. I only have to get him to notice me. This dress should do the trick. Or so I hope. I take my time in these heels, careful not to fall down the stairs face first, keeping my fingers crossed that I will see Finch at the party. My jaw hurts from smiling so much, but one evil stare from Clarissa is enough to wipe it from my face. Anastasia and Natasha stand at her sides decked out in black couture gowns they either stole from my mother or used my inheritance to buy. “You have a curfew,” Clarissa says, folding her arms across her chest, giving me her best bitch face. “I want you in this house by midnight and not a second later. Do you understand?” I hold my tongue and nod. “Answer me, child,” she says, with anger in her voice. She has hated me since the day she set foot inside this house. I was an inconvenience to her, another person in the way of my father’s money. He owned an investment firm before Clarissa sold his shares to some of the board members. Now, I have nothing. No parents. No money. And no way out of here. “I will be home before curfew. I promise.” She flashes a closed mouth smile and walks away without another word. Natasha steps toward me, followed by Anastasia, each of them now at my sides, making me uncomfortable. Natasha tugs at the spaghetti strap on my right shoulder, while Anastasia clutches the other. Before I can stop them, I hear the sound of the fabric tear. The straps fall forward and hang loose, almost bringing tears to my eyes that I force back. “What is wrong with you?” I shout so loud my voice echoes off the vaulted ceiling in the living room. “Oops!” Natasha covers her mouth with her hand, her brown eyes wide in mock surprise. “Our mistake,” Anastasia says, this time pulling at the pink overlay. One side rips and then the other, as Natasha helps her ruin my dress. I’m defenseless against them. If I act out, my stepmother will punish me. She will lock me in my room and throw away the key, same as she does during winter and summer breaks from school. That’s why I have excelled so much in my studies. I spend countless hours a day with no TV, cell phone, or the Internet. Books are my only source of entertainment. So, I read a lot and take extra classes when I can afford to layer on the heavier course load. As much as I want to cry, I have to stay strong and deal with whatever comes next. “You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you, Ella?” Natasha flicks her dark hair over her shoulder and grins like the Cheshire cat. “You think you can call us names and get away with it. Well, you are not getting anywhere near that party if we have anything to do with it. We don’t need you embarrassing us in front of our friends.” Anastasia steps on the hem of my dress, holding me in place. I turn to walk away from them, but my plan backfires, the bottom of the dress tearing apart from Anastasia’s stiletto. Staring down at the dress, I cover my mouth to stifle my sobs. But no tears follow. I never let them see me cry. I never have, and I never will. They don’t deserve my tears. It would only give them more power over me. Unlike their mother, mine was sweet and kind to everyone. She raised me to show people the same kindness, which is why I normally remain quiet around my stepsisters. Lately, they have made it harder to control my anger toward them. Graduation is so close. Only one hundred more days before I can start living again. “Looks like you can’t go to the party,” Natasha says, twirling a dark curl around her index finger with a satisfied smile. “You can’t stop me from going,” I shoot back. “Oh, we can and we will, Little Orphan Ella.” Natasha eyes me up and down, giving me her usual look of disapproval. “We have the Delta Sig guys wrapped around our fingers. They will do just about anything Kappa girls tell them. And, if that means keeping the help out of a party, then you can bet your ass they will listen.” “You’re such a bitch, Natasha.” I pivot my body between them. “You, too, Anastasia. I have never done a thing to either of you to deserve this.” My stepmother would slap me across the face if I ever spoke to her the way I do the girls. “You exist. That’s enough for us,” Anastasia says, rolling her eyes at me. We have a quick stare down before Anastasia turns on her heel and strolls toward the front door, beckoning Natasha to follow. For pretty girls, they have such foul attitudes that make them far less attractive. How they even manage to get the guys at our school to talk to them amazes me. But I guess money goes a lot farther than I think. I had money. Well, my father had money. Now, I have nothing. Even so, I will never belong in the inner circles at the prestigious Strickland University. A former rich girl is not enough to become one of them. The second the door slams behind my stepsisters, shaking the house in its wake, the first tear slides down my cheek. I wipe away a streak of wet mascara from my face. Even with the girls gone, I cannot risk Clarissa seeing me cry. She would point and laugh, all while enjoying every second of my humiliation. I run out the front door, as fast as my feet will allow, through the garden on the right side of the mansion, the tears falling faster with each step toward the gazebo out back. Once I reach the wooden structure, I stop to catch my breath and grab hold of the rail, as I step up and onto the platform. My father was good with his hands, despite being such a brainiac. He had built this for my mother for their wedding. I come here whenever I need a break from life. It reminds me that I once had a normal life, full of love and warmth. Not all people are as cruel and hurtful as my stepfamily. I shake my head when I take in the sight of what Natasha and Anastasia have done. They trashed my dress. Pieces of fabric hang down at different places, the material tattered and frayed. After years of envisioning what it would be like to go to a party dressed as a princess, this is not even close to what I had imagined. There’s no way I can go to the party looking like I found this in a dumpster. Sitting on the bench, I clutch my stomach from the pain that comes with each scream that escapes my throat. I’m never this emotional. I never let them get to me. But this night was important to me. It was my one shot at talking to the guy I have liked for as long as I can remember. All I want is one kiss from the man of my dreams. That’s enough to satisfy my craving for Shawn Finch. The mask would serve as my shield, my only way to protect my identity. “What’s all the crying about?” I hear a woman say, scaring the life out of me. “Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be all alone and screaming to the high heavens.” No one ever comes back here. My body goes into overdrive thinking about all the possibilities until I look over my shoulder and see an older woman. She’s in her sixties or seventies. It’s hard to tell with the dim light that washes over the dark property. Wiping the water works from my cheeks with the back of my hands, I peek over at her. She steps up and into the gazebo, uninvited. “Who are you?” I choke out, not the least bit frightened by a woman her age. She seems pleasant enough, even if she’s trespassing on private property. “Your new next-door neighbor. I moved in last week.” There’s a Southern twang to her soft voice that reminds me of my father. My dad’s side of the family is from the Southern parts of the United States, and she sounds just like them, which puts me even more at ease with her. “How did you get back here?” She shrugs, unaffected, and leans her back against the wood. “I walked from my house. I’ve done it every night since I moved in. You have a lot more land on this side of the fence and a lot more to look at.” “I don’t know about all that,” I say, sucking down the tears. “The garden is pretty barren now that my mother is gone and the landscapers are no longer around to keep up with the maintenance.” Why would Clarissa hire someone when she has me to trim the rose bushes or mow the lawn? I am the maid, gardener, chef, and butler. If they can dream it, I can do it. “Someone is keeping up with it,” she says, pointing out the obvious. “Tending to the yard is one of my chores,” I admit. She shakes her head in disapproval. Thankfully, she doesn’t go any further. I hate telling strangers about my situation, so I usually avoid conversations altogether. It’s also the reason I have no friends. How could I ever tell anyone about what goes on around here? It’s too humiliating to say aloud. “What is your name, girl?” Her voice is soft, inviting. “Ella,” I choke out, “Ella Fitzgerald. What’s yours?” “Katherine Feighry, but everyone calls me Mrs. F. You never told me why you were out here crying.” She reaches out to touch my arm, and for some reason, I let her. It’s nice to have someone comfort me. I sure as hell don’t get that at home and can use all the love and affection I can get—even if it’s from a stranger. “There’s this guy…Well, I was supposed to go to this party, but my stepsisters ripped apart my dress. I was looking forward to going.” “Then, go,” she says without hesitation. “Nothing is stopping you. Don’t let those girls get in the way of your plans.” I frown at her words. “Easier said than done. I have nothing to wear, and there’s no way I will get in with what I have on.” The woman releases her grip on me and stands, holding out her hand to me. “Come, darling, let me fix you up.” I glance up at her, confused. “I don’t understand.” “I have a dress for you to wear. You will love it.” I narrow my eyes at her. “You do?” She nods. “Yes, and it’s perfect for you.” I set my hand in hers, nervous about where she’s about to take me. But I am desperate and in need of her random act of kindness. Maybe I will even make it to the masquerade party. Maybe I will get my kiss from Finch. Jillian Quinn is the international bestselling romance author of the Face-Off Series, the upcoming Men of Honor Series, as well as other sexy, sporty standalone romances. Jillian loves sports, bad boys, dirty talkers, strong females, and books with plenty of heat—all of which you will find in her books. As a lover of all things bookish, she has a serious book hoarding problem and runs a blog in her free time. When she’s not reading, writing, or blogging, she’s obsessively fangirling over hockey players and can be found wherever she can catch the next hockey game. Web Twitter Goodreads Facebook Instagram

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Every Princess needs a Prince Charming… When a masked girl throws herself at Shawn Finch at a costume party, the hotshot football player assumes she’s just another girl trying to get his attention. Except she’s not just any girl. She’s his Cinderella, the nameless girl in the pale blue dress who got away. Desperate to find her, Finch searches for his mystery girl with no luck. So, it must be fate when Finch’s grade point average drops and the school assigns him a tutor not knowing they just handed over his Cinderella. After having a crush on Finch since the first time she spotted him on campus, one kiss was all she’d ever wanted. But Finch has other plans once he discovers the truth about his tutor.

Chapter One

Ella

Most days, my house feels like a prison.Today is one of them. Ever since my father’s sudden death over two years ago, my stepmother and her annoying daughters have done everything in their power to make my life a living hell.Locked away, like a family heirloom stored inside an old trunk, I see how much hatred these women breed. My father would roll over in his grave if he knew how I live, all because Clarissa is even more selfish and spoiled than her daughters. With only a few more months until the end of the school year, this is my life until I can make my escape.Anastasia flings open my bedroom door and waltzes inside with a sour look on her face. She scans the floor and what’s left of my belongings, before her eyes eventually land on me. I don’t miss her scowl as she appraises my floral comforter, the one thing I have left from my mother.“Get your lazy ass out of bed, Ella.” She says my name with such disdain that her words slice through me, cutting deep. “Mother says you have chores to do.”“That’s no different than any other day,” I spit back. “Who else would clean up after you?”She snickers, throwing her hands onto her wide hips. “At least you’re good for something other than taking up space. We can’t have you lounging around here all day doing nothing. You have to earn your keep.”I get up from the bed, irritated and still half asleep. “This is my house, Anastasia. Not yours.”She points a long, bony finger at me and digs it into my arm. Her French tip hurts as she presses it into my skin. “Now, that is where you are wrong. This is my mother’s house now, which makes it mine. If it were up to me, you would be out on your ass, but Mom likes having a maid.”I let out an exaggerated sigh. How much more of this can I take? I can’t afford to live on my own. Clarissa pays my tuition at Strickland University, the one luxury I have left, and I wouldn’t dare do a thing to jeopardize getting far away from this torture.Unlike my stepsisters, who drive Mercedes’s, I ride three buses to get to school. It takes me hours to get there, but at least I get to leave this hellhole a few times a week in hopes of making something of myself. I’m counting down the days until I graduate. As of today, I have one hundred days left.Natasha strolls into my room with a bucket in hand and a mop in the other, dressed in vintage Chanel, of course.My mother had worn plenty of it before these cows had ransacked this house and took every piece of clothing and jewelry she had of value. The only thing spared from my stepmother’s fire sale was a gold heart charm necklace my father had given me on my thirteenth birthday. One side of the heart had belonged to him and the other to me.I’ve kept it hidden under a loose floorboard under my bed. It’s the one place none of them would ever bother to look. They’re too lazy to get on their hands and knees. Instead, they make me do all the work. Every morning, I wake to one of them screaming from the bottom of the stairs, Get down here and make us breakfast, Ella or Clean the dishes, Ella or Get the stain out of my Prada bag, Ella.They always have some request, leaving me little time to study, which is why I spend my afternoons tutoring students in the library. I get extra financial aid for helping out, but I mostly do it to give myself a reprieve from my jailers.“Get to work, Ella,” Natasha says, shoving the bucket and mop into my chest. “If you want that dress for the party tonight, you have to earn it.”It takes every ounce of strength I have to hide my smile. Just thinking about the masquerade party at the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity house sets fire to my skin. Shawn Finch will be there. He’s gorgeous, the starting tight end for the Strickland Senators, and has big, strong arms that I want to touch every time I see him in the library.He’s always failing at least one class because he’s too busy hooking up with girls and partying. From what I’d heard, he just manages to pass with the help of our tutoring staff. I would have killed to be his tutor last semester. Instead, I was stuck with some jerk from the hockey team. I even offered to trade Mandy, but she was too busy batting her eyelashes at Finch to consider my offer to switch. She practically had their wedding planned out in her head, and he didn’t even pay attention to her.Guys like Finch are untouchable. You have to be part of the sport's elite on campus to get anywhere near them. That’s why I jumped at the chance to go to this party tonight. I’m friends with Tori Reynolds, girlfriend of Sebastian Prince and the captain of the football team. He’s a big deal at our school. Tori invited me before I left class yesterday. She’s normal, like me, and nothing like most of the elitist snobs at Strick U. I guess we bonded over our mutual dislike for snooty people, and now, we’re acquaintances—maybe even friends.Because of Anastasia and Natasha are always sticking their nose into my business, I have no friends other than Tori, no prospect of a boyfriend, and absolutely no life. I’m the house bitch, the girl who scrubs the floor, washes clothes, and cooks meals. This is my life for a little while longer. At least I get to go to the party tonight.“Don’t look so excited,” Natasha yells, as I walk past her to deal with my chores. “Just remember we will be at the party, too.”“I haven’t forgotten,” I say, keeping my eyes focused on the long hallway in front of me with one goal in mind.“And don’t you dare think of speaking to us. You don’t know us, and we don’t know you. Got it? You will never be one of us, no matter how hard you try,” Anastasia says in a harsh tone.I stop at the top of the staircase and spin around to face them. “I don’t want to be like you or your friends. I just want to go to the party.”Natasha clicks her tongue. “Figures you would make friends with someone like Tori. She’s another one who is way out of her league.”“You’re just jealous because you want Bash and can’t have him.”Anastasia snorts. “I’ll have you know we’ve already had him.”Staring at Anastasia and then Natasha, I’m confused until I realize what she means and want to vomit.“Being a whore isn’t exactly something to brag about, Sis,” I say, laughing to myself, as I turn around to go downstairs.“You will pay for that! Just wait and see, Ella.”I have no doubt my loving stepsisters and their equally bitchy sorority sisters will make this night harder for me. At least I get to wear a mask and pretend I am someone else for the night. If it were any other frat party, I probably would skip it. I get enough weird stares pointed in my direction because of the hand-me-downs I have to wear to school, let alone the looks I would get if I were to attend a party in the same clothes.Tonight, I get to wear one of my mother’s dresses, as long as I finish my chores and homework. That was the deal I had made with Clarissa. Both of which were a given. I already have a perfect grade point average and cater to their every need.One night. That’s all I want. One night to feel normal again. Maybe I’ll even get the kiss I think about when I see Shawn Finch on campus. Maybe, just maybe, I will get my wish.* * *As promised, Clarissa hands over one of my mother’s gowns. It’s floor length, made of white satin with a light pink chiffon overlay, and hugs my curves perfectly. I remember my mother wearing this dress to parties when I was younger. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be just like her. She reminded me of a princess the way she would spin around in her dresses and dance in the living room with my father.My mother was so full of life until she’d gotten sick. Like me, she had long, blonde hair that curls at the ends and denim eyes. It wasn’t long after my mother’s passing that Dad met Clarissa. She was everything he needed her to be—until she wasn’t. I swear he died from a broken heart. Either that or my Bitch Mother poisoned him.Staring in the mirror, I smile and think of my parents. I can almost see them here, standing at my sides, as they see me off. If my mother were here, she would have done my hair and makeup. Instead, I had to watch a few YouTube videos to learn how to create a smoky effect that makes my eyes pop, even with the mask on my face. With my hair already curled naturally, it didn’t take much to give my hair some extra volume.For once, I feel pretty and worthy of a man like Shawn Finch. I only have to get him to notice me. This dress should do the trick. Or so I hope.I take my time in these heels, careful not to fall down the stairs face first, keeping my fingers crossed that I will see Finch at the party. My jaw hurts from smiling so much, but one evil stare from Clarissa is enough to wipe it from my face.Anastasia and Natasha stand at her sides decked out in black couture gowns they either stole from my mother or used my inheritance to buy.“You have a curfew,” Clarissa says, folding her arms across her chest, giving me her best bitch face. “I want you in this house by midnight and not a second later. Do you understand?”I hold my tongue and nod.“Answer me, child,” she says, with anger in her voice.She has hated me since the day she set foot inside this house. I was an inconvenience to her, another person in the way of my father’s money. He owned an investment firm before Clarissa sold his shares to some of the board members. Now, I have nothing. No parents. No money.  And no way out of here.“I will be home before curfew. I promise.”She flashes a closed mouth smile and walks away without another word. Natasha steps toward me, followed by Anastasia, each of them now at my sides, making me uncomfortable.  Natasha tugs at the spaghetti strap on my right shoulder, while Anastasia clutches the other. Before I can stop them, I hear the sound of the fabric tear. The straps fall forward and hang loose, almost bringing tears to my eyes that I force back.“What is wrong with you?” I shout so loud my voice echoes off the vaulted ceiling in the living room.“Oops!” Natasha covers her mouth with her hand, her brown eyes wide in mock surprise.“Our mistake,” Anastasia says, this time pulling at the pink overlay. One side rips and then the other, as Natasha helps her ruin my dress.I’m defenseless against them. If I act out, my stepmother will punish me. She will lock me in my room and throw away the key, same as she does during winter and summer breaks from school. That’s why I have excelled so much in my studies. I spend countless hours a day with no TV, cell phone, or the Internet. Books are my only source of entertainment. So, I read a lot and take extra classes when I can afford to layer on the heavier course load.As much as I want to cry, I have to stay strong and deal with whatever comes next.“You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you, Ella?” Natasha flicks her dark hair over her shoulder and grins like the Cheshire cat. “You think you can call us names and get away with it. Well, you are not getting anywhere near that party if we have anything to do with it. We don’t need you embarrassing us in front of our friends.”Anastasia steps on the hem of my dress, holding me in place. I turn to walk away from them, but my plan backfires, the bottom of the dress tearing apart from Anastasia’s stiletto.Staring down at the dress, I cover my mouth to stifle my sobs. But no tears follow. I never let them see me cry. I never have, and I never will. They don’t deserve my tears. It would only give them more power over me. Unlike their mother, mine was sweet and kind to everyone. She raised me to show people the same kindness, which is why I normally remain quiet around my stepsisters.Lately, they have made it harder to control my anger toward them. Graduation is so close. Only one hundred more days before I can start living again.“Looks like you can’t go to the party,” Natasha says, twirling a dark curl around her index finger with a satisfied smile.“You can’t stop me from going,” I shoot back.“Oh, we can and we will, Little Orphan Ella.” Natasha eyes me up and down, giving me her usual look of disapproval. “We have the Delta Sig guys wrapped around our fingers. They will do just about anything Kappa girls tell them. And, if that means keeping the help out of a party, then you can bet your ass they will listen.”“You’re such a bitch, Natasha.” I pivot my body between them. “You, too, Anastasia. I have never done a thing to either of you to deserve this.”My stepmother would slap me across the face if I ever spoke to her the way I do the girls.“You exist. That’s enough for us,” Anastasia says, rolling her eyes at me.We have a quick stare down before Anastasia turns on her heel and strolls toward the front door, beckoning Natasha to follow. For pretty girls, they have such foul attitudes that make them far less attractive. How they even manage to get the guys at our school to talk to them amazes me. But I guess money goes a lot farther than I think.I had money. Well, my father had money. Now, I have nothing. Even so, I will never belong in the inner circles at the prestigious Strickland University. A former rich girl is not enough to become one of them.The second the door slams behind my stepsisters, shaking the house in its wake, the first tear slides down my cheek. I wipe away a streak of wet mascara from my face. Even with the girls gone, I cannot risk Clarissa seeing me cry. She would point and laugh, all while enjoying every second of my humiliation.I run out the front door, as fast as my feet will allow, through the garden on the right side of the mansion, the tears falling faster with each step toward the gazebo out back.Once I reach the wooden structure, I stop to catch my breath and grab hold of the rail, as I step up and onto the platform. My father was good with his hands, despite being such a brainiac. He had built this for my mother for their wedding. I come here whenever I need a break from life. It reminds me that I once had a normal life, full of love and warmth. Not all people are as cruel and hurtful as my stepfamily.I shake my head when I take in the sight of what Natasha and Anastasia have done. They trashed my dress. Pieces of fabric hang down at different places, the material tattered and frayed. After years of envisioning what it would be like to go to a party dressed as a princess, this is not even close to what I had imagined. There’s no way I can go to the party looking like I found this in a dumpster.Sitting on the bench, I clutch my stomach from the pain that comes with each scream that escapes my throat. I’m never this emotional. I never let them get to me. But this night was important to me. It was my one shot at talking to the guy I have liked for as long as I can remember. All I want is one kiss from the man of my dreams. That’s enough to satisfy my craving for Shawn Finch. The mask would serve as my shield, my only way to protect my identity.  “What’s all the crying about?” I hear a woman say, scaring the life out of me. “Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be all alone and screaming to the high heavens.”No one ever comes back here. My body goes into overdrive thinking about all the possibilities until I look over my shoulder and see an older woman. She’s in her sixties or seventies. It’s hard to tell with the dim light that washes over the dark property.Wiping the water works from my cheeks with the back of my hands, I peek over at her. She steps up and into the gazebo, uninvited.“Who are you?” I choke out, not the least bit frightened by a woman her age. She seems pleasant enough, even if she’s trespassing on private property.“Your new next-door neighbor. I moved in last week.” There’s a Southern twang to her soft voice that reminds me of my father. My dad’s side of the family is from the Southern parts of the United States, and she sounds just like them, which puts me even more at ease with her.“How did you get back here?”She shrugs, unaffected, and leans her back against the wood. “I walked from my house. I’ve done it every night since I moved in. You have a lot more land on this side of the fence and a lot more to look at.”“I don’t know about all that,” I say, sucking down the tears. “The garden is pretty barren now that my mother is gone and the landscapers are no longer around to keep up with the maintenance.”Why would Clarissa hire someone when she has me to trim the rose bushes or mow the lawn? I am the maid, gardener, chef, and butler. If they can dream it, I can do it.“Someone is keeping up with it,” she says, pointing out the obvious.“Tending to the yard is one of my chores,” I admit.She shakes her head in disapproval. Thankfully, she doesn’t go any further. I hate telling strangers about my situation, so I usually avoid conversations altogether. It’s also the reason I have no friends. How could I ever tell anyone about what goes on around here? It’s too humiliating to say aloud.“What is your name, girl?” Her voice is soft, inviting.“Ella,” I choke out, “Ella Fitzgerald. What’s yours?”“Katherine Feighry, but everyone calls me Mrs. F. You never told me why you were out here crying.”She reaches out to touch my arm, and for some reason, I let her. It’s nice to have someone comfort me. I sure as hell don’t get that at home and can use all the love and affection I can get—even if it’s from a stranger.“There’s this guy…Well, I was supposed to go to this party, but my stepsisters ripped apart my dress. I was looking forward to going.”“Then, go,” she says without hesitation. “Nothing is stopping you. Don’t let those girls get in the way of your plans.”I frown at her words. “Easier said than done. I have nothing to wear, and there’s no way I will get in with what I have on.”The woman releases her grip on me and stands, holding out her hand to me. “Come, darling, let me fix you up.”I glance up at her, confused. “I don’t understand.”“I have a dress for you to wear. You will love it.”I narrow my eyes at her. “You do?”She nods. “Yes, and it’s perfect for you.”I set my hand in hers, nervous about where she’s about to take me. But I am desperate and in need of her random act of kindness. Maybe I will even make it to the masquerade party. Maybe I will get my kiss from Finch.

Jillian Quinn is the international bestselling romance author of the Face-Off Series, the upcoming Men of Honor Series, as well as other sexy, sporty standalone romances.Jillian loves sports, bad boys, dirty talkers, strong females, and books with plenty of heat—all of which you will find in her books. As a lover of all things bookish, she has a serious book hoarding problem and runs a blog in her free time. When she’s not reading, writing, or blogging, she’s obsessively fangirling over hockey players and can be found wherever she can catch the next hockey game.Web   Twitter  Goodreads  Facebook  Instagram  

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catnip

It’s really hard to live when you have leukemia. Especially when your are only 14 years old. 

Hello my name is Cat, Catilina Lopez and i have leukemia. 

I was diagnosed last year a day after my birthday (which sucks ass. its like saying “happy birthday. my gift to you is cancer” and cancer is a very shitty gift) 

Its kinda weird having all of this attention brought to you. Like before my diagnosis i was left alone. Now people around me are paying alot of attention to me becuase “you never know when you are gonna die”. 

That phrase is worst than “yolo” but its true. “You Only Live Once”

Its a very gay saying but its also very true

And i learned to accept that. 

I probably dont have alot of years left in me. Fuck I probably dont even have months left in me.

But let me tell you one thing:

 I.

Am.

Gonna.

Have.

The.

Time.

Of.

My.

Life.

No matter how clichè it sounds im gonna do it.

Most people have a bucket list but me. I’m just gonna go with the flow ya’ know.

Now let me tell you about my friends.

I have six of them

Ashlynn: She’s gay but cool. 

Dominic: Funny and sarcastic

Jen: Quiet but cool

Jerry: He can be rude but deep down he has a heart

Clarissa: She’s normal

Jackson: He’s cute and funny. 

You may think we are a regular group of rebellious teenagers but we are not. We are more like the awkward group of teenagers that try to act rebellious but fail. 

All we do is hang out in Jerry’s basement and play video games or read books. Here and there we might go out to the movies but we usually do that when its someone’s birthday. 

We had another member of our group but she was just a bitch. Her name was Natalie. She was just a fucking snake. 

Nobody talks about her anymore because they know how much i hate her.

Anyway lets move on.

So my group. We dont really do nothing other than hang out in Jerry’s basement until his parents say its time to go. We all have been friends since kindergarten. Sometimes we get into fights but most of the time its just fun and games.

Now lets get back to me.

I have been diagnosed with leukemia for a year now and i have been getting treated for the past few months. 

Cancer sucks ass. Like it really does. Especially when you are just fourteen years old. I have to spend most of my time in the hospital and I cant really go to places. 

I forgot to mention that i am bald. My head looks like an egg. Of course i wear a wig but im still bald. My parents say its ok but i dont like being bald. 

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Hey, its me, the writer

Now this is an excerpt from the book im writing called CatNip and its about this girl that tells her story about her life with cancer and how it sucks ass. Tbh i dont think i have enough followers to try to write a book but here i am writing a book because i am a fool. 

The book will be published on Wattpad so follow me on there

My wattpad is eazybaekoven so follow me on there (i have some fics on there you can read ;)) )

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Shadowhunters Season 2 Episode 7 Thoughts- Notes

Do these people not feel themselves wanting to move to the side for no reason?

Ooh Valentine knows that Clary can make runes now

Who is this? Since when is he going after Clary

What's the ringing

AHHH LOOK AT MY BABIES PORTALING TOGETHER

THEY WENT TO GET SUSHI AH

SUCH CUTE BANTER

AAHHHH I THOUGHT THEY WENT TO ACTUAL JAPAN FOR THAT OMG MAGNUS IS TREATING HIS BOO GOOD YAS

AAHHHHH ALEC GOT HIM SOMETHING

IS IT THE ARROW NECKLACE?!

ITS NOT BUT THIS IS FUCKING ADORABLE TOO

ARE THEY GONNA KISS

WHOEVER THE FUCK JUST COCKBLOCKED THEM CAN CHOKE

OMFG ITS JACE

I HATE JACE

Aww Alec is jealous by Casanova. It's okay baby he's with you now

OMG MAGIC FROM MAGNUS YAY

THIS MUSIC IS LIT

Who the fuck has a CD player though

OH FUCK ALBERTO ROSENDA'S ABS

BLESSED

NO YOU LOOK FINE AS FUCK SIMON HOT DAMN

WHY THE FUCK YOU JEALOUS CLARY YOUVE LITERALLY NEVER BEEN INTERESTED IN HIM BEFORE

YOU DO NOT NEED TO ASK FOR HER PERMISSION SIMON YOU'RE YOUR OWN PERSON

"No that's unacceptable I'm your only friend it's in the bylaws" DYING- ME OMG Clary has such good moments

SIMON IS SUCH A GOOD FRIEND HE CARES SO MUCH OMFG I LOVE HIM

SIMON WILL DROP EVERYTHING FOR HER NO ONE DESERVES HIM

I LOVE SIMON SO MUCH

Wtf is that- why does she just have runes pop up like a bat signal wtf

SUCH SOFT KISSES

FUCK ME UP

WHAT THE FUCK PHONE

THIS BITCH ASS BAT SIGNAL CAN FUCK OFF

MAGNUS AND ALEC JUST WANNA BE CUTE IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK

I LOVE MAGNUS HE GETS THAT ALEC HAS TO BE A SHADOWHUNTER AND ISNT A WHINY BITCH #BLESSED

DISGUSTED

DID I ASK FOR A HETERO SEX SCENE UMM NO

UUGGGHHH DAMN IT THE SCENE OF ALEC WALKING INTO THE BEDROOM IS THIS I DONT WANT THIS

"I'm a little tied up" WELL SO WAS ALEC BUT HE'S DOING HIS FUCKING JOB JACE FUCK YOU

"You're welcome to join us" first of all, ew. Second, he's gay. Third, that's his fucking brother wtf.

JACE CAN SHUT HIS DIRTY FUCKING MOUTH STOP BEING A BITCH TO YOUR BROTHER

ALEC DONT DESERVE THIS

BUT DAMN HIS ABS LOOK GOOD

Jace is being a little bitch that's what's going on

Wow Izzy is being irrational

I get that you feel hurt but Clary was just doing what she was told

Izzy, we get that you've done a lot for her but being mean is not helping

Izzy sounds like a jealous girlfriend

Fucking yin fen

Glasses girl is getting too much attention

Wow Izzy is just being a bitch to everyone

Oh it's withdrawal

Poor Izzy

Cleo- wtf

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AHHH MAIA AND MAGNUS ARE FRIENDS 100% HERE FOR THIS

Didn't Magnus say he wasn't going anywhere. I don't want him to just wait around but like

"It's a gift. Can't remember the last time someone bought me one" NOOO MAGNUS! YOU DESERVE TO BE CHERISHED WITH LOVE AND GIFTS! I GET THAT YOURE A WARLOCK AND CAN GET YOURSELF BASICALLY ANYTHING BUT ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS YA KNOW

AHHH MAGNUS AND ALEC ARE SO CUTE

NOO IZZY DONT GO TO DRUG DEALERS WHAT ARE YOU DOING

AND MAGNUS IS GONNA SEE AND TELL ALEC

OR NOT TELL HIM THEN ALEC WILL FIND OUT AND BE HURT

NOOO THIS IS A BAD SITUATION

IZZY, HE KNOWS THAT YOURE A LIAR

JEM WTF WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BRING THIS UP

DID I ASK

THE PAIN OMG MY HEART

MAGNUS KNOWS WHATS GOING ON AND HES GONNA TELL ALEC

PLEASE TELL ALEC HE NEEDS TO KNOW

It's possible because she has angel blood

OOH SIMON LOOKS SO GOOD

OMG TWO HOURS EARLY MY NERVOUS BABY

Izzy, are you really going to ask SIMON for drugs? Really?

Okay Izzy, calm the fuck down. You're really asking him to feed off you? You're fucking crazy

Okay good, she heard how crazy that was coming from Simon

OOH ALEC'S CALLING HE KNOWS

THANK GOD MAGNUS TOLD HIM

Who's just bleeding on the floor?

ITS HER

SHE CUT HERSELF TO LOOK LIKE THE VICTIM

CONNIVING BITCH

How did she know to go here

Luke doesn't trust her

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SHE GOOD HIM A BLOODY MARY SO SWEET

HES SO CLUMSY MY BABY

SHES OKAY WITH HIM BEING AWKWARD

OMFG THEYRE SO CUTE

Jace, what the fuck are you doing here

Why are you crashing his date? Fuck off

Wow, Jace is fucking all the downworlders

"I spit in one" I LOVE MAIA

YOU DONT NEED HIS "ADVICE" SIMON

"Will you be my Obi-Wan" FUCKING NERD I LOVE HIM

YES CALL HER OUT LUKE

LIKE ISNT HAVING THIS SHIT AND I AM WITH HIM ON THIS

OMG CLARY IS SMART SHE KNOWS ONLY VALENTINE CALLS HER CLARISSA MY GIRL SO OBSERVANT- PROUD

I'm with Luke, turn her in

Literally who is attracted to you though? Hm Jace?

Simon thought he was pointing behind him lol he's so cute

HIS HAIR IS FUCKING NICE SHUT YOUR MOUTH JACE

THIS IS WHY PEOPLE SHIT JIMON OMG

SIMON IS SO CUTE FUCK OFF JACE

UGH JACE IS DISGUSTING SIMON IS PERFECT THE WAY HE IS FUCK OFF

UGH ITS THE SHAPESHIFTING RUNE AGAIN UUUGGGGHHHH

THAT PART WAS FUCKING POINTLESS FUCK OFF JACE GO BACK TO YOUR SEELIES

Literally where is Aldertree to shut Izzy's shit down

DID MAGNUS NOT TELL HIM?

MAGNUS!!!

OMG ALEC TALKING TO IZZY ABOUT SEX FUCK ME UP

MY BABY VIRGIN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH SO PRECIOUS AND WHOLESOME

HE'S SO UNCOMFORTABLE MY BABY

YES! Do NOT overthink it!

Yes, you overthink things all the time

IZZY'S SUCH A GOOD LITTLE SISTER I LOVE HER

SHES FALLING APART BUT IS STILL HELPFUL AND CARING UGH

I JUST WANT HER NOT TO BE ADDICTED TO DRUGS IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

"Pretty cold blooded. Turning your sister over to the clave" fuck that bitch she can choke

CLARY WTF

YOU TASERED LUKE

WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU CLARISSA

THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU DO

LISTEN TO YOUR DAD

CLARY OMG THE FUCK

BETRAYAL

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That's either a shapeshifting Jace or a really off Simon

Why are you being an asshole

She's interested in the things you are there's no reason to change yourself wtf

She's being so nice to you don't fuck this up Simon

Maia's face looks so hurt

SEE SIMON YOU FUCKED UP

MAGNUS' APARTMENT! YES YES YES!!!

ALEC, YES BUT SLOW THE FUCK DOWN

MAGNUS COMMUNICATING IS MY KINK

MY BABY OMG HES IN LOVE FUCK ME UP

HE DOESNT WANNA LOSE HIM AFTER SEX AWWW FUCK ME UP MY BABY LOVES HIM AND CARES ABOUT HIM

HE DOESNT WANNA RUSH IN AND I AGREE

ALEC- DONT DO THAT BITCHY THING WHERE YOU GET PISSED THAT PEOPLE ARENT DOING EVERYTHING FOR YOU OKAY

LISTEN AND UNDERSTAND

OMG MAGNUS AND ALEC ARE GIVING ME SUCH MIXED FEELINGS

YES BECAUSE MALEC

NO BECAUSE ITS TOO SOON

AAGHGHHHHH

Alec has two ways of thinking- too much and not enough. He needs to find that middle ground because right now he's not thinking at all

"You're not the only one that feels vulnerable" MY HEART

ALL IT TOOK WAS "Clary, she's in trouble" TO GET YOU TO DO YOUR FUCKING JOB?! REALLY JACE?!

THE RINGING IS THE ANGELS ISNT IT

OMFG IT IS

OHHH THAT GUY'S AN ANGEL AND HE'S DOING THE RINGING TO CLARY I GET IT NOW

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OMG CLARY KNOWS THAT SHE HAS ANGEL BLOOD NOW

OOH SHIT THE STORM IS COMING

IZZY WTF ARE YOU DOING

OH GOD IZZY NO

YES SIMON IS BEING NOT A DOUCHEBAG LIKE JACE #BLESSED

"In love with your best friend?" MAIA GETS IT I LOVE MAIA

"Why not just tell Clary how you feel" BECAUSE THATS SCARY MAIA AND WE DONT WANT CLIMON

MAIA SPEAKS SUCH WISDOM OMG I LOVE HER

DAMN THEY WERE CUTE TOGETHER

Omg that fight scene was unnecessary she just hit him in the face like 5 times and nothing happened

Okay that sky looks fake AF

This fight scene is better than the others. The lighting is shit but the choreography is okay

Just shoot him Luke. Then it'll all end

"How you stole Jocelyn and turned her against me" OMG ARE YOU STILL ON THAT OMFG GET OVER IT

IM WITH HER PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER

"Think about what will happen to your sweet baby sister" fuck that bitch she's a traitor. End this now Luke

I TOLD YOU TO END IT

SHE DID IT HES FREE

Why did he show them this weird premonition about the devil getting the soul sword. If you wanted to say Valentine just show Valentine

IS THAT IT

WTF HAPPENED WITH MALEC

DID THEY FRICK FRACK?!

I GOTTA KNOW

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE PREVIEW

SIMON IS GONNA CONFESS HIS FEELINGS OMG

MAIA AND SIMON KISS HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT YES

ALEC TOLD JACE WHAT?! IM HERE FOR JACE BEING PROTECTIVE BUT WTF HAPPENED?! DID THEY NOT FRICK FRACK?! DID ALEC WANMA FRICK FRACK THEN GET HURT WHEN MAGNUS DIDNT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!!!!

OMFG MARYSE WTF THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

FIRST OF ALL THERE IS NO WAY SHES TALKING TO ALEC RIGHT?! SECOND- WHAT THE FUCK CLARY WHATS GOING ON?!

WHY IS ALEC STANDING ON THE LEDGE OF THE ROOF?!

SHOOK AS A BOOK HOLY SHIT I AM NOT READY