#trevor wearing eyeliner

[mesetikpng]

hope nothing bad happens this year

[farawayfromtulsa]

no one understands trevi in guyliner like me and blue. NO ONE

i think i need to die

[rreskk]

NAGGING

A small oneshot between Submissive!Trevor and Fem!reader.

Summary: He always accused you of nagging him around, even in the wrong. This time he was nagging you to treat him like a filthy whore after you had returned to the trailer - the trailer filled with grub and his burden. Word count: 1454 TW: Smut, dirty talk, angst (?)

NOTES: Sorry this took ages. I've been obsessing over The Good The Bad and The Ugly for days now

Trevor always told you about the fantasy of being fucked. In some days, he’d rather “be fucked than be the fucker”, and he was in one of those moods; slumping around the place, depressed and miserable, his mouth tied to the end of his meth-pipe with nothing to lose. He was fucking himself dirty, living like that. You watched him from the bedroom and scoffed in disgust.

He wore your dress with smudged makeup to his wrinkled face. He obviously applied it himself as the blush was shades too bright and the eyeliner smoked around his droopy eyes, whether that was caused by sweat or tears. It was a pathetic sight. You just came home from work to see your man wonder the trailer in your clothes and no will to live.

“Trev.”

“What?” His voice was stern and beasty. When you called his name, he was disturbed and shouted back with an ugly attitude and a meth-head bite.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” You frowned. “Why have you got my dress on?”

“Why’d you fuckin’ care? You never fuckin’ wear it anyway.”

“Any reason you are wearing it?”

“Shut the fuck up,” He grouched and manspread across the couch, his bare genitals dangling from the open dress. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

You stood up from the bed and walked forwards. Your footsteps were loud yet he refused to look up from his meth-pipe, sucking it and whining softly when it evaporated out of his nostrils.

“What’s up with you today?” You glared down at him. “There’s shit all over the floor, your walking around with your cock out, the bathroom toilet is blocked again. What happened?”

Trevor threw the pipe aside and raised one of his knees, fully exposing himself to you with a fiery glare. His throat vibrated through the trailer with depth and deepness, “Why do you care?”

Unconsciously scoffing, you avoided the sight of his open genitals and crossed your arms, breath heavy; wanting your “man” to grow some decency.

“Look at me.”

“No,” You shook your head and stood back. “I won’t.”

“Am I that disgusting to you?”

“No – “

“You find it disgusting when I wear your clothes and ask for a bit of fuckin’ loving?”

“Loving?” You repeated, scowling, “That is not asking for loving. That is an escape plan. You’re trying to piss me off.”

Trevor laughed obnoxiously before standing up, the dress strap on his shoulder falling down his forearm, further exposing a nipple as he walked towards you. Out of everything you stared at; his eyes took you by the neck.

“I want some loving…” His voice slurred and head tilting. Obviously he was high – as a kite. He wobbled towards you, ignoring the disgust on your face, and nuzzled his face between your collarbone and neck, inhaling then exhaling.

His body was forced against yours. Revoltingly crumbling into your arms. His mood-swings held you at gun-point. You wanted to nurture his wobbly state but your anger refrained any weakness. Instead, you pushed him back; breaking your heart in the process.

He made a small grunt and stumbled on his heel before double-looking you with a furious gaze.

“The fuck you push me for?” Trevor heaved.

In your mind, it would be taking advantage of his misery and consumption of drugs to fuck him. Something told you to forget it and go under the covers but something else told you it wasn’t safe, nor was he in the right condition to know what he wants from you.

He was too unpredictable and it took you months to understand the slightest slippery surface of his mind.

“I can’t,” You finally murmured. “You’re too high, Trevor. Just go – You need sleep. I-I think you need sleep.”

“I don’t need sleep, mam.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Just gimme what I want,” Trevor clenched his fists. “I want you. I’ve been waiting all fuckin’ day, mam. I’m sorry if I disgust you or whatever the fuck you’re being a pussy about. I just want my woman!”

You looked away, conflicted. The smell of piss and sweat suffocated the inside of his trailer; luring you into giving into his grossness.

“Ignore the mess, Angel… Ignore me if that helps. Throw a fuckin’ pillow over my head, choke me, turn me around – I don’t care, just fuck me, baby! Mam! C’mon…”

“Trevor…” You groaned and made eye-contact with his wet, dark eyes. Oh, how they stabbed you in the guts.

With his name tainting your lips, he ignored the soft cries and embraced you within seconds, his arms capturing you against his shaky figure.

“Ignore me…” He repeated as you weakened and took him by the wrist, kicking through the state of his floor and entering the bedroom.

His whines echoed through the bedroom after you pushed into him with the strap.

Despite the mere disgust still rotting you from the inside out, the pleasure plastered across his face gave you a swift adrenaline rush. You hovered over his body and thrusted into him more just to hear him groan and murmur your name.

The dress was discarded and he laid bare. He grabbed onto his own chest as you fucked him with the long strap. He took it all in; enjoying every moment.

“Good boy…” You found yourself saying whenever he made noises.

“I’m a worthless slut, ma. Please, please heal me, please – “

“Shush, baby.”

Trevor panted and stared up at you, lazily smirking, “Make me shut up, mommy. Shut me up. Fuckin’ gag me.”

Your hands were ripping the skin of his hips as you thrusted back into him, grunting at the impact of his legs wrapping themselves around your waist.

“Fuck me up, mam. I’m beggin’.”

“You’re begging, huh?” You said hoarsely.

“Don’t I deserve shit, baby?” Trevor’s eyes were full of stars. “I want you to hit me. I’m just a fuckin’ prick, mam. I’m a worthless man.”

Seeing him admit the wrecked of a state he was, you smiled. Smiling harder than you had realised.

“Ohh… Fuck… I feel so fuckin’ good…” His whines never stopped. Trevor was sprawled out over his bed like a rabid dog.

“God, you’re unbearable,” You said with a soft smirk, thrusting into him again and causing such reactions.

“More, more… More… More, ma, more – “

His begging was loud enough to be heard outside the trailer with its thin metal walls. Shouting names and curses, moaning with voice cracks and cries; he kept on enjoying your punishment until he came onto his stomach again, breathing heavily and eyes dizzy.

Any more and you knew he was going to get knocked out.

“Trev,” You pressed a hand against his sweating forehead and hissed, his temperature burning you within an instance, “Fuck, baby. You’re burning up.”

Trevor didn’t respond but breathed heavily and rolled to his side, grunting.

“You okay?”

“M’no. No, I’m not okay. I’m fuckin’ tired and horny, ma.”

“Let me cool you off,” Knowing how to give him a smoother finish, you gently caressed his flaming cock and rubbed him off, watching the way his legs shook and back arch at your business.

Trevor was easy to please. Grinding into your palm, he whimpered your name until it felt dry on his tongue.

“Ohhhh, fuck…”

“One more, baby,” You told him, warming up his cock between your palms.

He arched his back with a soft whine, “Gonna cum… Need to cum…”

Ushering him to orgasm one more time – he took in your words.

Trevor grunted roughly as his cum squirted onto his stomach again, the pile of whiteness oozing down his skin and making a small puddle underneath his frame on the bed. He looked drugged; though this time it wasn’t the meth. It was the way you pounded in and out of him mercilessly, and he enjoyed every moment.

“Goddamn…” He breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

His penis fell limb and you lied beside him, fumes captivated by the smell of his sweat and body. You smiled, “Feel better?”

Trevor nodded without a word.

“You gonna sleep now?”

Scowling, he nodded again, out of defeat.

“Good boy…”

“Just… Don’t get fuckin’ mad at me…” He murmur when turning to his side, “I fuckin’ hate when you nag at me.”

“You were the one nagging me today, and look where we ended up?”

“Maybe I’ll nag you more.”

You chuckle at him, “I’m surprised you have the strength for that.”

“Until I drop dead, sugar. You better keep going.”

[winniethewife]

'Cause shade never made anybody less gay so (Jake Lockley X GN!reader)

Week 4: Food, fashion, fun

Words: 637

A/N: Thanks to @midgardian-witch and @ominoose for help coming up with drag queen names For @romanarose 's Pride event!

“Jake c’mon we don’t wanna miss the show!” they excitedly jump up and down, they had been having a great time at the local pride fest. They were covered head to toe in rainbow merch, they had even convinced Jake to let them pin some rainbow pins and ribbons to his hat, he's also wearing so many Mardi gras beads that its giving his neck a work out.

“Muy bien, vamos!” he laughed, he loved how excited they were for this, they had been in a bit of a slump recently, a mix of their work and personal life were rather taxing on them as of late, so this one day out at pride was exactly what they were looking for. A chance to have fun, to be themselves and not worry about the outside world. As they approached the stage they both found a place to sit in the amphitheater. They watch the act that was currently on finish their routine and exit the stage. As they do the MC, a drag king in an ill-fitting suit, Dark eyeliner and a pencil mustache walks on the stage.

“Please give your warmest regards to the duo, Lola Lavish & Pippa Pizazz!! I see we have some new faces in the crowd so let me introduce myself again, I’m Vin Dictive, No really that’s my name, Although, I am know to be hell bent on revenge on occasion.” Jake let out a laugh along with the rest of the crowd. Vin Dictive gave a exaggerated bow to the laughter. “Thank you, Thank you! Now as a quick reminder this show is for charity, so all our tips today are going to The Trevor Project, so please tip our good performers in good faith, and good money.” There was a cheer from the crowd and Vin gave a big simile. “Alright you’ve heard enough of me yapping, lets give it up for our next performer…Marry Golds!”

As Vin dictive left the stage a song began to play as the blonde haired, er wigged? Jake wasn’t sure what the right term was, either way She entered the stage lip syncing to the song and doing some rather impressive choreography.

“You are somebody that I don't know, But you're taking shots at me like it's Patrón, And I'm just like "Damn, it's 7:00 a.m."

They leaned over and whispered in Jakes ear. “I think you’d make a really great drag queen Jake.” He chuckled.

“Yeah? You think? What would I call myself Senorita Tortilla?” he asked with a laugh. "Hola Soy Senorita Tortilla!" He said with a tip of his cap. they burst out laughing

“I donno that’s a pretty good name.” they gave him a smile, before returning their gaze to the performance. As the Drag queen came to the edge of the stage they stood up and held up a five dollar bill, which the drag queen took with a flourish, blowing a kiss in their direction before continuing the show. Jake gave them an affectionate look as they sat back down. “What? It’s for charity.” They said laughing.

“Of course, of course. I was just thinking how cute you looked up there.” He gives them a little nudge.  They blush slightly, Jake couldn’t help but smile. He was glad they made time to do this. They looked so happy, and it was a lot of fun. He at some point forgets to watch the drag queen, focused on how they danced along to the song.

“Like, can you just not step on our gowns? You need to calm down.”  They sing along with the ending before looking over at Jake with a smile. “What is it now Lockely?”

“Te amo, Mi amor.” He said softly. They look at him with a soft smile.

“I love you too. So much.”

~

Translations:

Muy bien, vamos : Very good lets go!

Hola Soy Senorita Tortilla: Hello, I'm Miss Tortilla.

Masterlist

Taglist: @romanarose @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial

Please Consider donating to The Trevor Project this pride

[tigertofu]

NSFW headcanons with a goth reader and North Yankton Trevor??

(Highly specific so you can ignore this if you want lol)

oooh i'd be more than happy to 🖤!!

pairing: fem reader/Trevor

summary: some nsfw headcanons about North Yankton era Trevvy w/ a goth Reader

cw's: shmut

wordcount: 457

• he’ll ask you to give him a makeup look like you usually wear for funsies (currently dying inside imagining him in a full face of like. trad goth makeup LMAO). though he is interested in the whole goth thing (because he considers himself very counterculture and also was big into the punk scene when he was younger and some goth subsections are…punk–adjacent….??) there’ll be an ulterior motive for asking you to do his makeup tho: CLOSE physical contact. eye contact. palpable tension…… before you’ve even gotten the first layer of eyeshadow on him, he's smashing his mouth against yours.

• he'll regularly ask him to do his makeup, not just because of the makeup-to-eating-face pipeline but also cuz we all know trevor isn't afraid to explore a more feminine aesthetic. and of course how could you deny him?? like i'm thinking about it rn and i have decided he would be hot as hell with some eyeliner. imagine that shit getting sweated off during some intense fucking. good lord

• Things will start to mysteriously go missing from your wardrobe… a pair of fishnets here, a garterbelt there. you’ll chalk it up to them getting lost in whatever vortex it is that missing socks go to and never return from. until one day, Trevor comes over with a “surprise.” you have no idea what this surprise is because he’s shown up emptyhanded. but then when you two go to the bedroom, you find out that underneath his winter jacket and dirty jeans he’s wearing your “missing” panties, fishnets, bra, and garterbelt. depending on your reaction, he’ll play this game again over and over. TREVOR. IN. LACY BLACK. LINGERIE. >>>>>>>>>

• if you ask him to go out to a goth club with you, he definitely will. he might make some other patrons angry with some offhand comments (“I’ve never seen so many corpses at once”......”Hey, Dracula! If you want some sucky–sucky later, come find me”). but it’ll be fun. after several drinks, he’ll pull you into a booth in the darkest corner of the club and start to feel you up. muttering drunkenly in your ear that you’re the hottest thing in this club as his hand inches up your thigh and his other grabs at your tit. of course, the two of you will get tossed out when you start fondling him back and he starts making those loud, about-to-cum-in-his pants sounds. he might start something with the security (“Hey, hey, what’s the big fucking problem?! I thought freaks were welcome here!”). queu a desperate quickie in your car in the parking lot directly afterwards that’ll leave your makeup running and your favorite top ripped to shreds and the backseat of slick with sweat and cum

[beevean]

Berserk: Griffith is the most beautiful creature to have ever walked this sinful earth. His long, white, flowy air and delicate features are a sign that he was blessed by the gods, something he takes often advantage of for how unique it is, especially compared to the rugged, walking wall of testosterone that is his friend Guts.

Castlevania: there are at least three characters that look identical to Griffith and no one bats an eye. Every man has either long hair or poofy hair, even Dracula. The machoest macho man still keeps his hair in a ponytail. The handsome ‘90s anime protagonist became a long-haired bishie in the span of five years. Big beefcake Trevor Belmont wears eyeliner better than you.

[darkangel0410]

Debating on working on my Rookie Program AU as a side project for this month, so have this cali ot3 pre-relationship peek at Jamie and Trevor, and what's really the tip of the iceberg in their different experiences before the NHL in this AU:

It shouldn't be this hard.

Jamie's known since he was a kid what playing in the show meant, what he'd have to do - the Rookie Program isn't a <i>surprise</> to him. 

But when he sees Trevor fold down to his knees with the kind of easy grace that speaks of long practice at Rico's casual order, he wishes for the first time that he had decided to play college hockey instead of going to the O.

*

"What's that?" Jamie asks one day when he's Trevor's room waiting for Trevor to get dressed; both their vets told them to go out and relax, maybe get laid, after the absolute shitshow game against the Oilers that afternoon. He's lounging on the bed, acting more relaxed than he actually is, and he notices some kind of red and white necklace on the dresser.

"What?" Trevor says, his voice muffled from where he's half in his closet, rummaging through his clothes trying to find whatever shirt he thinks is appropriate for wearing out.

A handful of seconds later he's in Jamie's eyeline again, shrugging into a blue dress shirt before he turns back to Jamie and raises an eyebrow in question as he buttons up the shirt.

Jamie ignores the way he leaves the top few buttons undone and how tight the material is across his shoulders, and nods towards the dresser. "The red and white necklace, dude."

Trevor frowns in confusion, but he looks over at the dresser and stares for a long minute before his expression clears. "Oh, that's not a necklace," he tells him. "It's my collar from B.U."

"Your," Jamie's throat feels strangely dry and he has to clear it before he can finish what he wants to say. "Collar? I, uh, didn't think you'd keep that once you left."

"Why wouldn't I? It's mine, you know," Trevor says with an easy laugh; he runs his fingers over the collar as he leaves the room, the affection on his face obvious even if Jamie's not sure what it's for exactly. "Where else would it be?"

Jamie gets up and follows him more slowly, lets himself touch the collar with the tips of his fingers and now that he knows what it is, he's not sure how he ever thought it was anything else.

"Hurry up, Jamison! We're going to be late!"

Jamie rolls his eyes, but starts walking again, not wanting to give Trevor a reason to ask him what he's doing; he glances over his shoulder one last time before he shuts the door behind him.

He doesn't think he'd ever be able to be that casual about a collar. 

[callsignbaphomet]

Sorry, I wanna add more. The brain rot is super strong right now lol

Is VERY, VERY, VERY family oriented. It's like the number one most important thing to him.

He's fiercely overprotective of the people he cares about and loves. One wrong move, one wrong word, one wrong look at his brother, husband, family or friends and you might as well dig your own grave.

Is very act first ask questions later when it comes to protecting others including strangers. He's the kind of person that will risk his own life for others.

Very competent when it comes to hand to hand.

Has tried to learn healing magic which when paired up with his years in med school will come in handy. He's trying his best. His mom and husband are trying to teach him.

He and Jelani have only ever fought once. Just once. And after the fight he spent an hour crying because he fought and yelled at his brother in anger.

Will use makeup from time to time. Only a little bit of powder but likes using eyeliner and eye shadow (either gray or brown colors). Doesn't like lipstick, says it feels weird. Paints his nails either black or gray.

Most of his clothes are either black, gray or a little bit of white.

Doesn't like wearing red. He says he looks like a giant bottle of ketchup if he wears anything red.

Is freakishly good at math. Like doing short or long, simple or complicated equations in his head type of good. Words and science makes him cry tho lol.

His freckles cover almost his entire body.

The guy is 11 inches and very thick making him the biggest while in human form. Second place is Jelani (9.5) and third place is Trevor (8.5).

Blood type is B+.

When he's sad he eats, when he's stressed he eats, when he's happy he eats. When he's pissed the fuck off he sits in a corner and the only that can get near him is Jelani.

He's supposed to have a lot of tattoos. Two arm sleeves, back and abdomen. I just haven't gotten around to deciding what the hell to do yet. I'm slowly adding them little by little. Some are well over 1,000 years old that get retouched.

Still got Loke on the brain so here's a random list of faqs of my good boy. Oracle version.

He's left-handed.

Jelani was the first one to call him Lo and Loki. It was when he was first starting to talk and Loke was a bit difficult to pronounce. At first it was kind of a "low-ee" sound that progressed to Loki and then to Loke but the nicknames stuck ever since.

He's genderqueer and uses he/him and they/them. Either is fine with him.

He's queer. He used to use gay but felt it a bit restrictive and not right for him plus his mom uses queer so he went with queer. Men and male presenting are what he's attracted to.

The woman that birthed him tried to drown him when he was a week old. She took him to a river near the village and submerged him but luckily someone had stopped her. She ran away as they desperately tried to get him to start breathing again. He was fine.

Speaking of that woman, as of 2023 she is still alive and has on numerous occasions tried to approach him. She spoke to Sanaa once and asked if she could talk to him but Sanaa said that was Loke's decision. He wants absolutely NOTHING to do with her. Unfortunately he was told she tried to drown him and that caused a ton of drama and a bit of a trauma.

He bled to death once. He was run through with a bastard sword (I'd explain more but it's spoiler for something I'm currently writing).

His favorite animals are birds, foxes, and dogs.

He's afraid of cats. When he was little he used to feed some birds that hung around the village and one day he saw a cat kill and eat one of the birds.

He had a fiancé when he was 39 years old. He was killed during a raid. What no one except for Sanaa knew was that the fiancé was pregnant (trans) when he died. Obviously it was Loke's. That's a secret his mom's gonna take to her grave.

He has hemophilia, asthma, is far sighted, has seasonal allergies and is V E R Y allergic to tree nuts. Like one bite will either land him in the ER or the morgue.

Because of said hemophilia he will get random bruises anywhere in the body, his mouth will sometimes bleed, may cough blood, might bleed into his joints (apparently that's super painful), and yes, has had blood in his urine. All of these are really rare though.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaates using glasses so mostly sticks to using contacts.

I associate him with foxes (sable) and shiba inus.

The element I associate him with is lightning/thunder.

He's a Nordic berserker.

Speaking of, normally berserkers cannot use magic especially while in berserker mode. The only exception to that rule are the Nyota berserkers which are called arcanist berserkers. Sanaa is one of those specific berserkers. Ever since he was like 5 he wanted to learn to use magic like Sanaa does because he wanted to be just like his mom. Sanaa wasn't sure he would be able to learn what she was trying to teach him but she indulged him nonetheless.

It took years but Loke actually managed to learn how to pull off one of the Nyota's signature moves. Enchanting an arrow and firing it directly into the sky and exploding into hundreds or thousands of shards falling into the battlefield. He was also taught how to summon an element which in his case was lightning. He can have lightning wrapped around himself or a weapon. So far he's the only non-arcanist berserker to ever achieve this.

The man is stubborn as fuck all.

His chosen weapons as a berserker are a two headed axe and a bow and arrows (he chose a bow because his mom uses a bow).

During the early 2000s he and his mom enrolled in the same university to study medicine. They both graduated top of their class and did their residency at the same hospital. However, Sanaa got her license and is currently a doctor back home in Norway. Loke finished everything but went back to Oracle. He has that to fall back on whenever he chooses to retire from Oracle. He puts his medical knowledge to good use in the area of operations (the ao) and out of it tho.

Has adult separation anxiety. Technically speaking so does Jelani (only Angelus knows this but the rest suspect Jelani has it too). Neither can be separated for long periods of time. They start panicking when separated from each other for long periods of time.

His body count (like actual body count, not how many men he's had sex with) is disturbingly high. Disturbingly. High. He's very overprotective of the people he loves and will not hesitate to put two bullets into someone's skull and keep going as if nothing happened.

His favorite fruit is the mango. He really loves mangoes.

Favorite food is pizza.

Knows 13 languages: old Norse, Kiswahili, Xhosa, English, Lule Sámi, Norwegian, German, Icelandic, Faroese, Spanish, Setswana, Somali and Manyika. Basically the same languages Jelani knows.

Has a nicotine addiction and smokes. Not as much as he used to but he does.

Normally when berserkers are in berserker mode their irises tend to have a glow. However, Loke's sclera and irises turn red and no, it ain't normal. [No explanation due to spoilers].

He can sing and I do mean sing really good. He and Abigail often sing together by themselves. Abby loves to sing in front of others but Loke's shy about it. Everyone tells him he has a lovely voice though and he shouldn't feel shy about it.

If you wanna get technical about it Sanaa is his stepmother and Jelani is his half brother but he only ever refers to Sanaa as his mom and Jelani as his brother. He leaves out the step and the half. One of the worst ways you could possibly insult him is by calling Sanaa his stepmom and Jelani his half brother. Do that and you're instantly on his shit list forever, unless it wasn't intentional, just make sure you never do it again. Do it again and the ass kicking that follows will make your ancestors bleed.

He's a highly trained counter-sniper. He's also pretty good with a sniper. Trevor trained him. As it stands he's the second best sniper in all of Oracle.

He's extremely effective with any weapon he gets his hands on, he's also very accurate. If he missed it's because he wanted to.

He's ridiculously fast at drawing and firing weapons.

He's basically a human (no, he's not human, you know what I mean) lie detector. He can accurately tell when someone is lying.

He also makes an excellent double agent.

He's the only one who can tell when Jelani is lying.

According to tradition he was the next in line to be jarl. The position usually falls on the oldest child of the jarl's. However, he isn't one for such matters so he gave his position to Jelani who was, in his honest opinion, better suited for the role as he's proven to be a natural leader.

He is a very, very, very heavy sleeper. You literally have to shake him awake. Also it takes him like mere seconds to fall asleep.

He has 10 alarms on his phone cuz he sure as fuck ain't gonna hear the first 5.

He's super lazy.

He is the first and only non-Nyota to be a Warden.

He's 22 years older than Jelani.

He's the same age as his aunt Fae (Sanaa's sister).

When Jelani was born Loke basically turned into a third parent. It wasn't forced, he loved taking care of and looking after his baby brother. It was practically love at first sight.

He loves both of his parents but he's very attached to his mom.

Has three false right bottom molars. Hammer to the face.

Has two pet pigeons (Anga & Mvua) and a German Shepherd (Lyn).

Hates reading. Please don't make him read, it makes his brain cry.

Hates exercising. Has to be dragged to do it.

His ID number is 00-2144.

His favorite season is fall.

Likes the beach but the beach does not like him. He doesn't tan, he burns.

He kinda stopped physically aging. Sanaa noticed this long ago but isn't sure of what's going on so she's kept it to herself just in case.

After a certain event [can't say due to spoilers] Loke can't actually really die. He might die for a few minutes to an hour depending on the severity of the injury but he'll always come back. The only way he'll permanently die is if Jelani dies. [Again, not explaining bc of spoilers]. He'll scar like normal berserkers do though or lose limbs if not careful. No one is aware of this, not even him or Jelani.

During the "God Virus" story when Jelani loses total control because of the virus Loke sort of lost control. Sort of. [Spoilers. Can't explain yet]

He belongs to Uthorim.

Wants to have kids someday.

Is a hugger. He loves to hug. Unless the person isn't comfortable with it. Is also a cuddler when sleeping.

As a sort of "easter egg" all of Loke's au versions have all au versions of Iain try to kill him or manage to injure him in some way.

Is actually really good with kids. He often babysits for others as well as driving down to New York to babysit for his aunt Fae. Yes, it's a 10 hour drive. No, he doesn't give a fuck.

Sleeps with a shirt on. Just a shirt.

Like his brother he's into metal.

[gay-ghosts-committing-crimes]

bobby with red eyeliner

[snekbytesarchivd-blog]

who will be trevor’s makeup buddy please & thank

[between-two-fandoms]

Who We Used To Be (Ray/Rose/Trevor)

As told by myself and @thesevenumbrellas tag teaming the whump in the 18+ JatP discord. Sev I swear we operate on the same braincell levels, we do be clowning. @bobbywilsonsupremacy  let us know what you think of this! I know you and I both hardcore ship Raybse.

Cover was created by @thesevenumbrellas​. Please don’t steal it.

This post got long so fair warning.

We wrote this in a discord server over the time span of hours so there’s some mistakes but i’m too lazy to go back and fix it all. Basically we tag teamed on a Raybse Trevor Wilson-centric whump story and can destroy a fandom with a single touch.

You’ll understand once you click the cut.

Don’t Steal Our Writing (but please reblog this to spread it around).

Trauma Time.

major whump warning

(Ren) Okay so if we're gonna be starting at 90's ot3 my children ray/bobby/Rose know that Ray is a panic bi and loves both of these humans very much with his whole ass heart.

(Ren) He takes pictures of his girlfriend and boyfriend while they’re on dates because he wants to capture the moments he was happy the most. Bobby always shed away from the camera burying his face in Rose's shoulder or leaning in for a kiss. Anyways as time goes by Ray notices Bobby's change in behavior. From being his go-happy-trauma boyf to being caught up in the music scene, often out at all hours to parties and label meetings only to come to to sleep on the couch, not even sharing the bed like he used to. It reminds Ray of the time when Bobby was grieving his boys. Ray hates it, but he loves bobby so he pushes his feelings aside to try and arrange more dates for the three of them to go on together.

(Sev) Ray waking up to only Rose in the bed and not Bobby, and it feels too cold in bed without him. So he'll try to call him, because it's 3am and he's supposed to be home and he's not. And Ray remembers what happened to Bobby's bandmates, and he can't admit it out loud but he's worried. Because what if that happens to Bobby? He knows it was a freak accident! What are the odds of it happening again?? But he can't shake that feeling when Bobby doesn't come home at night and Ray stays up all night worrying. Anyway he tries to call Bobby and Bobby doesn't answer. He'll leave loads of voicemails, trying not to be pushy because he knows Bobby doesn't respond well to that. But he's worried. He'll say "hey please call me when you get this." and then ten minutes later try again "hey just text me that you're safe okay?" He can't sleep because Bobby still isn't home. It's 5am. He has to go to work in two hours. Rose keeps telling him to go to bed but he can't.[2:58 PM]Bobby finally texts back. "I'm okay! Was playing with some friends, the gig went over time and then we went to  party." Ray wants to be angry because seriously? No phone calls because he was at a party? But he knows that'll just push Bobby away more!

(Ren) And so Ray has all of these festering emotions that boil down to worry and concern at the core but he's just so scared hes losing Bobby cause he never really had his own family to begin with and then one day when Ray comes home early from a photoshoot he can hear Bobby and Rose fighting over Bobby signing the contract that says he wrote Luke's songs but Ray just hears yelling before he even opens the door with his name thrown into the mix and then he gets even more scared because what if he loses Rose and Bobby? if he lost both of them he'd be destroyed. So he doesnt knock. He doesnt go home. Instead he walks around the city until he was supposed to go home originally and he opens the door and there's a sort of eerie silence in the air.

(Sev) Trevor’s unable to shake the feeling that something terrible will happen to Rose and Ray because he's with them. His entire family were killed in 1 night because he wasn't there with them. So at first he's clingy as fuck to Rose and Ray because what if something bad happens when he's not there? What if what if what if... But as time goes on the thinking flips. Maybe it's the music industry that's the problem. It's these weird connections in his head of if he's too successful, bad things might happen. But he can't quit music like that, he can't give up on Luke's dream. He owes his boys to become successful. So instead he distances himself from Rose and Ray. That way they won't be caught up in whatever bad thing is going to happen to him. He distances himself and he waits for it all to drop. He waits for the universe to punish him again.

(Ren) And the universe punishes Bobby when the tension between him and Rose tightens so much he knows there's no going back from it but he's not admitting to stealing the songs because he didn't. He helped Luke write all of the songs more than Alex and Reggie ever did, staying up late with Luke after fights with his mom and Bobby didn’t want Luke to be alone so yeah, he wrote the songs. Maybe not as much as he claimed but he sure as hell made sure his brother wasn’t alone so that counted for something right? And it did. Until Rose kicks him out of bed because she's pissed he'd even consider stealing music and he cant tell Ray because of the NDA the label got him to sign at a party when he was drunk and the only reason Rose knows about it is because she was there when he signed the damn thing and so Bobby pulls away from Ray because isnt it going to be easier in the long run? If he doesn’t attach himself to Ray who'll just get angry at him like Rose did?

(Sev) It's the guilt that grows inside of him every passing day. They're my songs too he tells himself over and over again. But during the dark nights, three glasses of whisky in when the world is getting hazy... even he can't believe the lies he tells himself. He fucked up Sunset Curve. He fucked up his friends' memories. And now he fucked up the only good thing he'd ever had. Ray texts him nonstop. He doesn't understand why Rose kicked Bobby out and he doesn't understand why Bobby listened. Bobby can't take Ray away from Rose. He's fucked up and a terrible person, but even he can't do that. He doesn't give Ray his new address. He refuses to meet up even for Ray to give him his stuff back. All Bobby can do is hold onto Ray's sweatshirt he stole away and a bottle of perfume the same brand Rose always wears. He cradles these things in his arms and cries.

(Ren) And that's the last he sees of Ray for all of 5 years, 20yr old puppy-dog eyed loving precious ray who Bobby would run to the second Rose says its okay. But rose never does. And then Bobby meets a cute blonde and six months later the barista shows up on his doorstep shoving Carrie into his arms calling her a bastard child. Carrie is not a bastard child Carrie is his and he loves her the second he sets eyes on her and so Bobby turns into Trevor when the new year rolls around and he starts his own album. It doesn’t do as well as Luke's his first album did but it was his. And then one day Trevor signs Carrie up for dance because Trisha from first grade made fun of her for not being able to do the splits and on the way out of the dance studio Trevor bumps into Ray, a terrified looking girl clutched to his leg. Carrie doesn't miss a beat. "Hi! I'm Carrie let's be friends!" and Carrie drags Ray's daughter off and Trevor shifts awkwardly and is suddenly 17 again but Ray's eyes still twinkle like the did when they were kids and he's still wearing eyeliner so Trevor almost missed it when a flicker of recognition crosses Ray’s face and a smile quirks at the corners of his lips and he says, "hi im Ray, thats my daughter Julie. Wanna go out for a drink?" With that same mischievous glint in his eye that made Bobby fall in love with him in the first place.

(Sev) Trevor almost stops breathing. He should say no. He knows he should say no. He's an awful person. He doesn't deserve someone like Ray. He never deserved either of them. He knows that. But can't force himself to say no. Maybe it's the twinkle in Ray's eyes. Maybe it's the soul crushing loneliness he's felt ever since he left them. Or maybe it's the way Carrie and Julie are giggling in the corner like they've known each other all their lives. He says yes. The drink ends up at a family friendly restaurant with both the girls in tow.

(Ren) Rose shows up because Ray the asshole apparently texted her while he was in the car saying he met one of Julie's friend's parents and wanted to go out on a date (keeping things pg ofc) aklsdf. And when Rose does show up Trevor sees how... sick she looks. How much paler she looked than she did all those years ago how - he still knew he loved her even if she still decided she hated him.

(Sev) The mood drops quickly. Trevor wants to ask about Rose, but not in front of the kids. Ray wants to ask about their past, but not in front of the kids. Rose... Rose who holds all the answers... doesn't know where to start first. She had never regretted not telling Ray the truth. She never wanted to change Ray's perception of Bobby like that. Ray who looked at their boyfriend as if he'd hung the moon. Ray who stayed up worrying all night until Bobby came home. Ray who held Bobby through countless nightmares... But that makes the truth staring them in the face so much harder. Because she never gave Ray the choice. She realized that a few years too late after she catches Ray staring at old pictures of Bobby in their photo albums. She'd made the choice for him. And then there's Trevor... still beautiful, staring at her with so much concern her heart breaks all over again.

(Ren) The tension doesn't fly over Carrie's head like he hoped it would, she talks to Julie about My Little Pony and Pokemon and High School Musical and their mutual hatred for Trisha from school but Carrie's hand never lets go of his and he finally plucks up the courage and stretches his arm out and says "we're vegetarian for the most part, hope that's okay." And a smile quirks at the corner of her lips and she asks "for the most part?" and Trevor nods and Carrie pipes up from her seat saying "daddy hates hot dogs,” in that blatant fact kind of way kids say things without realizing how problematic it could be. It wasn’t her fault though, Trevor has yet to tell her about her uncles, about how he was in a band, about how they were going to be legends.

(Sev) Rose and Ray both freeze at Carrie's voice. He doesn't know if the girls notice, because he's too busy trying to fight back the panic in his throat. It's been a long time since anyone had brought up ... what happened. It's easy to pretend it didn't happen when his name is Trevor and no one knows him. But these two people know him. They know him more than anyone else ever has. Even the boys. The truth hits him hard at that moment. A truth he'd been avoiding for almost two decades. Ray and Rose know him better than even he knew himself. Maybe that was why Rose had been so furious with him, or why Ray continued to chase after him even months after he moved out. Trevor hides the building panic and sudden realization with a smile. "What an I say," he said as causally as he can. "I'm a picky eater." A few hours later they end up back at the Molina's house. Bobby has no idea how it happened. -No, Trevor has no idea how it happened, he scolds himself. He's Trevor. He has to be Trevor. Trevor got him this far, Trevor made the difficult choices. Bobby was the one who got his friends kill and destroyed the best relationship he ever had. Still, it becomes harder and harder to remind himself of that. To stop himself from slipping into the comfortable shoes of Bobby, boyfriend of Ray and Rose as if the past 17 years had never happened. He finds himself on their sofa, a sofa that brings back memories both good and bad... he finds himself in a familiar home, his old studio just a short walk away, his ex's giggling in the kitchen as they make his coffee the way he's always liked it without asking for a reminder.

(Ren) Trevor can remember the day he stopped drinking the coffee Ray made for him, the morning after his first fight with Rose, when he wakes up cold because Rose basically cocooned herself around Ray's body, keeping her back turned to him and as much as he wanted to reach out to Ray, to hug him and comfort him and tell him it was all going to be okay... everything was too stuffy and too tense and deciding he just had to leave because he was going to suffocate otherwise.

(Sev) He should leave, just like last time. What was he even doing here? He should take Carrie and- Then Ray's in front of him, pushing a hot cup into is hands. "The girls are playing upstairs," he says. His voice is so calm, so understanding. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to." Trevor almost laughs. Because that's so like Ray. Almost a decade without answers and he's giving Trevor the option to ignore it all. To pretend like nothing ever happened. But he can't be that selfish again. So he shakes his head. "I'd... like to talk to you... to both of you."

(Ren) And then suddenly rose is eyeing him sus but he's been putting this off for to long and honestly fuck his label because they screwed him over one too many times for him to still even consider their relationship anything other than employee-client1[4:06 PM]and so Trevor takes a sip of Ray's coffee holy shit how did go so long without it?! and he explains it. he explains everything.

(Sev) Ray doesn't speak as Trevor explains. He never interrupts or even look surprised. His face is completely unreadable. He doesn't move until Trevor's done. And then once he is, he only stands up to start pacing the room. Trevor's oddly reminded of Alex as he does so,  and the memory is enough to make him flinch. "This... this is what you two have been hiding from me for so long?" he asked, voice brittle. "This is... this is what cost us... I mean..." But he can't finish. Ray just shakes his head, back to both Rose and Trevor.

(Ren) Suddenly he's seventeen again. Seventeen and a mess in Ray's arms burying his face into the man's chest finally feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders and suddenly Rose is hugging him from behind, her too-skiny bone arms snaking around his chest and hugging him tightly threatening to never let him go saying "amour," and pressing a kiss to the back of his head, "amour we never stopped loving you."

(Sev)It's like no time has passed by the time he's done crying his eyes out. They're all huddled on a sofa that was always too small for three. Trevor's in the middle, clutching at them both as if they're going to disappear on him. Ray sits with his legs underneath them, his arms pulling the both of them into his chest. And then there's Rose, suddenly so much more delicate than Trevor remembers. She sits half on his lap, curled into them, her fingers knotted in his hair. "I can't believe you two kept this from me," Ray whispers. There's no anger. He doesn't think Ray's ever been capable of being angry. "I'm sorry," Trevor whispers, throat raw from tears. Ray answers with a firm kiss to his temple. "We wasted so much time..."

(Ren) Trevor just lays between them in their bed, nothing sexual and nothing tense it’s just them being together and Rose playing with his now-long hair, braiding it right down the middle despite it being too long for others to braid. Her fingers feel nice as they tug at his roots, familiar and a sense of calm washes over him. He lets ray fop on top of him like they used to, burying his head in his chest just listening to his heart beat, his steady constant breathing because Ray used to be afraid one day he'd wake up and Bobby would be dead too. Rose humming lightly, soft lullabies that chased away dark thoughts and Trevor just finds it so comforting, a feeling of home he hasn't had since the day he left and so he wraps his arms around Rose and Ray tight, promising himself he won't screw up his second time around.

(Sev) It's a few hours later when he speaks again. The girls are asleep in Julie's room (delighted at their surprise sleepover.) Ray's almost nodded off, head resting against Trevor's chest. But Rose is wide awake. She's laid out, tangled between them, eyes focused on something far away. He can see it more clearly now. The tremble in her hands, the way she's so still, the circles around her eyes. He takes her hand in his. "What is it?"

(Ren) And Trevor wants it to be a prank, he wants the sinking feeling in his gut twisting around his heart, the same feeling he had the morning of Sunset Curve's Orpheum performance coiling up his spine to go away. He wants everything to be okay, that he told the truth, that he was forgiven, that the universe was finally on his side for once but of course it's not because when has it ever been.  Rose's fingers run lightly over his knuckles and Ray wraps his arm around him from behind, his hands resting against Trevor's chest, something solid for him to focus on and as a tear starts to roll down Rose's cheek he reaches up to brush it away, running his hand through her hair only to pull out a clump as he pulled away but he couldn't run when his instincts to run kick in like they always used to do when situations turned emotional, bury it in his mind and lock up his worries like he always did but this wasn't going to be something he could run from.

(Sev) Life is not the fantasy or a fairy tale. There are no happy endings, only happy moments. He'd like to say they picked up right where they left off, Rose lived until a ripe old age, and they never fought again. But he'd be lying. It was hard to fold their lives back into place again, especially with Carrie and Julie. To just pick up after their seventeen year old selves was an impossible dream. But they could do breakfast. And breakfast became dinner. Dinner became one date which became two which became many. It took trouble and care, but they slotted themselves back into each other's lives again. There were lunch dates, and movie nights. There were late night wine dates and early morning coffee dates. They found their happy moments. A decade of separation had smoothed out the rough edges. If Trevor stormed out after a harsh argument, he'd return the next day with flowers and apologies. If Rose snapped and lost her temper, she'd take herself off for a walk to cool down. If Ray was bothered by something, he'd speak up instead of pushing it all down. They found their happy moments. And when 1 month became 1 year, they celebrated with moving boxes and a new, bigger couch. When 1 year became 2, they celebrated with promise rings and whispers of a better future between light kisses. 3 years became 4, became 5, and so on... They found their happy moments. But life is not a fantasy or a fairy tale. Their story ends in a hospital. Rose dies with both her husbands at her side, with both her daughters and son clutching on her hands. She dies with a smile on her face, knowing she is not leaving them to suffer alone. Ray and Trevor grieve together.

(Ren) And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. They stick to their daughters through the worst of it but they don’t let the girl’s fighting rip into them too. It’s not what Rose would’ve wanted for them, it’s not what she would’ve wanted for Julie or Carrie either.

(Sev) And when Julie plays with her ghost band, it's much earlier that Trevor recognizes who she's playing with.

(Ren) Luke’s mad at first, ofc he is but after everything is explained and out in the open Trevor finds himself at home in a building that never felt like home despite the fact he grew up in it.

[warrier-queann]

Writing a small Drabble based off of this post

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Dean always knew he liked boys. From the moment Trevor Blocner told him what a crush was in the 3rd grade and said boys pulled the girls hair to let them know they liked them.

Dean had wished on the spot that Trevor would have pulled his hair instead of Lindsey Lakewood’s.

The confusing part was that Dean also had a crush on Erin Wilkes. Erin was hot. All the guys said so. They all talked about the things they wanted to do to her in the halls. Dean only wanted to hold her hand, maybe go to the movies or make her a mixtape. But he was a man. Men didn’t do girly things like talk about their feelings. Men never tried on eyeliner or skirts when their dads and brothers weren’t home.

And as his father instilled on him over and over again:

“Boys don’t kiss boys.”

He would use slang like "fucking fag" or "homo" as an insult.

So Dean went out with Erin. He took her to the movies and for a ride in the Impala his dad had given him for his birthday. He kissed her in the backseat and put his hands up her shirt like he was supposed to.

He was a man. That didn’t mean he had to like it.

—-

The first time Dean heard the word bisexual, he was 24. It had been Sam actually, telling him about this girl he’d talked to the night before. How she had talked girls with him.

“Wait a minute there Sammy. I thought you slept with this chick.”

Sam laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Yeah Dean, I did.”

“You just said she was checking out some other chick.”

“She was bi Dean.”

“Bi?”

“Bisexual. She’s attracted to men and women.” Sam picked up a book as of the conversation was over.

Dean hoped he was hiding his shock well. “You can do that?”

Now Sam was confused, “Um...yeah.”

If this girl could like both, maybe Dean could too?

---

Charlie was good for him.

She was someone who his dad would have never approved of. Would have said that she needed to be straightened out or some shit like that. Dean couldn't have given two shits whether the redhead was gay or straight, he loved her all the same.

Once, they were just hanging out in the bunker watching some movie. Sam had gone to look into a case a few states away. It was nice to just be with Charlie. She never judged him for liking "girly" movies and stuff like his dad had. She never said anything about the lingering glances Dean sometimes gave men when they went out. If anyone had clued in on his preferences it would have been her.

After the movie they ended up in the bathroom. Dean had made some offhand comment about makeup and now Charlie had insisted she show him a few things about the product. She was currently trying to wrestle some eyeliner or whatever onto his face.

"Will you just stand still?" She yelled, "It's not that big of a deal Dean!"

Dean deflected her, "I don't want any black gunk...stick thing anywhere near my eyes."

Charlie rolled her eyes, "Come onnnnn, it's fun."

"Yeah for you maybe."

Charlie gave him a stern look that he knew better than to argue with. She instructed him to close his eyes "softly" whatever that meant and then she carefully applied the eyeliner. After opening and looking in the mirror, Dean was surprised.

He kind of...liked it.

The black enhanced his eyes and gave them a slight sparkle. For one fleeting moment he thought about putting it on himself. Applying the gunk in his own mirror carefully before going out. Other people seeing him like this. It sounded so freeing.

All at once though his father's voice was in his head. Telling him that he was a man. Men didn't go out wearing makeup in public, and Winchester's never even thought about it.

Dean turned gruffly from the mirror, "Is there something I can take it off with?"

Charlie looked almost sad for him, "Dean.."

"Now."

Reluctantly, she handed him a cloth.

And if Dean swiped the eyeliner from Charlie's purse when she wasn't looking no one had to know. If he stood in the bathroom late at night when Sam was asleep and tried to mimic the precise motions Charlie had done when swiping the color on and underneath his lids no one had to know. Dean Winchester fought the voice inside his head late at night where no one could see him, and committed one of the many infractions of being a man.

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Cas was...unexpected.

He smiled at dumb things and was naive enough that anything and everything was magic to him. He was astounded by the toaster. Dean having come into the kitchen one morning with Cas holding a piece of bread over the open flame of the stove. Completely burnt on one end and white as ever on the other.

Dean had laughed for a good six minutes before he finally addressed Cas about why.

The stupid angel was endearing and cared too much or not at all.

Dean loved that about him.

Scratch that, Dean loved everything about him.

John's voice was ever present in his head though. Telling him that Winchester's weren't fags, or fairies, or anything other than screw em' once and lose em' men. Yet Dean wanted to kiss Cas every time he smiled. He wanted to hold his hand and wake up in his arms and do all of the cringe-worthy gooey romantic stuff included in rom-coms. Only the voice in his head was loud and persistent, without fail.

So Dean suffered in his silence. Only allowing Cas to be his best friend, nothing more and never any less.

---

Sam had asked to talk to him. Whenever Sam wanted to "talk" it was usually about something he thought was bothering Dean. Usually the thing that was bothering Dean he would push down with beer and sex until the issue was no longer on his mind. He knew it was unhealthy, he just didn't care.

Sam was fiddling with something in his pocket when Dean stopped baby on a side road. He shifted into park and looked at his brother.

"Alright Sam, spit it out."

Sam took a breath and then laid something on the dash. The colors of the charm danced with the sun.

Dean carefully picked the item up. It had a hook at one end, as if it would be hung from something. A wire was adorned with beads. Beads colored in blue, purple, and pink.

"Dad's gone Dean." Dean looked at his brother, Sam looked back. "You don't have to be afraid of who you are. Not with me. Not with anyone."

Dean held the charm for a minute, weighing the voice with what Sam was telling him now. In a split second decision, Dean hung the charm from baby's rearview mirror, and shifted into drive.

(Dean kissed Cas in the kitchen the next day. The angel laughed and pulled him in while Sam whistled and gave one of his signature "I knew it" smiles).

[descendantofthesparrow]

Daughter of the honorable theif - Harry Hook x reader - part 14 - the banquet

*note: I somehow forgot to put Harriet in the last chapter??? So let's just say that she's off doing whatever at the main fair….shes watching Ember compete, no yeah shes watching Ember compete during the competitions XD*

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You hummed to yourself as you patted down the front of your forest green ballgown, your handmaidens cinching the back for you, not to tight that you couldn’t breathe but not so loose that the strapless dress would fall. They slipped on simple silver-white strapped heels and clipped a jewel encrusted necklace around your neck, you put on your bracelet, pulling your hair into (your preferred hair style*ignore the pictures hairstyles if u want, those are just suggestions*) that you always did for events like the banquet

In the other room, Harry was being flanked by multiple servants, finding the right suit for him to wear. after all, his date was the daughter of Robin of Loxley, lord of Sherwood, he had to look good.

They settled on a nice blue suit with a white shirt, and a light blue tie, giving him a polished set of boots to wear, which luckily were comfortable enough for him to wear for long periods.

Harry let out a curse under his breath as the servant tying his tie cinched it a little too tightly, he apologized and loosened it “my apologies young sir, the main hall is yet to be finished so we are trying to rush” Harry waved him off, along with the rest.

“it's fine, I can do the rest on meh own, thank yeh” the servants nodded and bowed, rushing out of the room to the main hall to prepare the rest of the banquet. Harry sighed and straightened his tie, tilting his head in the mirror, looking at himself.

He…didn’t look like him, his usually messy eyeliner clean and thin, his hair messy yet styled in such a way that it worked with his outfit.

He patted at his blue vest and grabbed the jacket that was hanging off the nearby closet, swinging it over his shoulders and sliding his arms though.

He….looked good, he’ll admit that….but he wondered if (y/n) would like it?

He smacked his head, why was he thinking that?? (y/n) was just a friend, why was he hoping she thought he looked good!?

He ignored the little voice in the back of his head yelling at him to just accept his feelings, which he didn’t have, he yelled back at himself….great he was talking to himself now, he really was fucking crazy.

He stepped out of his room, feeling his breath leave him as you stepped out of your room, your forest green ballgown trailing after you, your lips stained (best color that goes with green that looks good on you?!?) her feet strapped into silver-white heels.

You looked up, your shadowed (e/c) eyes scanning him, a smile growing on your face “looking good hook!” Harry felt his face flush as he grinned and looked down, rubbing the back of his neck.

“yeh think so? It doesn’t really….feel like meh?” you rolled your eyes fondly and walked over to him, cupping his cheeks and making him look you in the eye.

“Harry, you look like Harry, if only a little polished. now come on, my parents are waiting for us” Harry smiled and nodded, holding out his arm for you to take.

“oh by the way lass” you hummed and rose your brow “yeh look amazing too” you laughed and swatted his arm.

“thank you, Harry” just as they passed by Harriet's room, she stepped out, a gorgeous red and black dress swirling around her, black boots on her feet. “holy shit Harriet you look amazing!”

She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder and posing “you think so?” you nodded, giving Harriet a once over.

“Really!” you laughed, Harry giving his sister a quick high five as you passed her. Gil was already at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for them.

He had a nice navy suit on, with his usual rings and bull necklace, his hair pulled back into a neat bun. “hey guys” he grinned, “Uma and Erza just arrived too”

The two girls waved, your eyes going to the corsage on Umas wrist, the teal and scarlet blending with the rest of her outfit.

Smirking you nodded at the corsage, to Erza, who grinned and tilted her head, revealing the teal octopus earrings. ‘nice’ you mouthed, Erza had Uma had grown closer since their first date at Romanos pizzeria, and Erza had asked her to be her date to the banquet today.

“wait is…Uma wearing a corsage?” Harry asked you, squinting his eyes at Umas wrist.

“yeah” you muttered, back, fixing your necklace “her dad gave that to her mom every time they went out someplace fancy, shes just carrying on the tradition” Harry hummed, looking up suddenly as your parents joined you in the main stairway area.

“well,” Robin clapped his hands together, your mom smiling at the seven of you “our guests have arrived, and the banquet is ready! Now the rest of you can go ahead and head in, (y/n) and Harry, as you know we will be entering separately, you'll know when your name is called, (y/n) go ahead and take Harry to the balcony doors” you nodded and pulled Harry off to the balcony doors of the main hall, where the two of you would be announced to enter after your parents.

“uh, lass?” Harry worriedly muttered, glancing back at your friends entering the main hall “wha-“

“The hosts of a party enter differently, we, as the lords and ladies of the land, are basically royalty, we get announced in, it's not bad. Gerald, our head servant, will call us in, we walk in, wave, and greet the people, then enjoy the night” you hurriedly explained, pulling Harry behind the doors, waiting for your parents to show up and go through the doors first.

“Alright then…wait how is he-“ you shushed him, backing the two of you up as your parents arrived and stood in front of the doors.

“you'll be announced as my date” you whispered, standing straight as Gerald called your parent's titles and name.

“announcing the arrival of Lord Loxley, and his Lady Marian” the doors opened and your parents stepped through, waving to the cheering and clapping crowd, the doors closed after them.

Harry took a deep breath, pulling at his jacket, you squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek “don’t worry, you’ll be fine, they usually don’t bother me, hell one time I spilled an entire thing of punch one time and they were more concerned that if I was unharmed than the fact I had embarrassed myself” Harry gave you a soft smile, the people of Sherwood did seem nice at the fair earlier, hopefully, the ones here were just as nice.

“announcing, the young lady (y/n), and her date, Harry, of Auradon!” the doors opened, and you and Harry stepped through to stand next to your parents, overlooking the main hall full of nobles, and peasants of Sherwood, applauding for you and Harry, beaming up at the balcony.

“friends, I think we’ve waited long enough” your dad stretched his arms wide “let us enjoy tonight, eat! Drink! And be merry!” the crowd cheered as the band began to play, your parents bowed their heads you and Harry, you bowed back and directed Harry to the stairs on your right, your parents descending to the main hall on the stairs to their left.

As you hit the bottom of the stairs, Erza and Uma pushed through the crowd, Eza hopping into your side and grinning at you “how ya doing, oh lady of Loxley~” you snorted and pushed her face away, tugging on Harry's arm and leading him to the refreshment table.

“shes no fun” Erza chuckled, holding out her arm for Uma to take and followed you.

“lady Loxley, Sir Harry.” Trevor greeted, holding out two glasses of a bubbling yellow-orange tinted drink “your sparkling apple cider” you nodded to him and grabbed one, nodding for harry to grab the other

“thank you, Trevor, how's David?” you asked, sipping on the drink, he grinned and swooned a little.

“wonderful, he built an entertainment system for James yesterday” you giggled with him and nodded, pulling Harry off to the main table, where you, your parents, and friends would sit.

“lass I have no idea what I’m doin’ ” Harry muttered, glancing around at the nobles surrounding him. You looked up at him, tilting your head and smiling.

“Harry you'll be fine, at most, all you'll have to do is smile and wave, I’ll be by your side the entire night, unless my dad pulls me off for some dancing or whatever” you hummed, guiding him to his seat and plopping down next to it.

“alright” Harry muttered, eyes going wide at the huge selection of food before him “i-wha-“ he licked his lips, looking to you for guidance. “eat” you supplied, taking a few legs of turkey.

Harry shrugged and started to shove things on his plate, glancing to his right has Harriet sat next to him. “hey, quite a show on that entrance” she teased, Harry rolled his eyes, biting down on a square of cornbread.

“oh fuck off, wasn’t meh choice” he muttered, ignoring Harriet's chuckle and grabbed the bowl of mutton slices and threw some on his plate.

“oh Embers here!” you cheered, Harry looked up, glancing at his sister, who was turning red as she stared at the approaching family. He snorted and looked to where Harriet was staring.

A large blonde man (who easily could have passed as Gil's dad oddly enough), with a beautiful brunette woman on his arm, the lady knight just next to them, her well-built form mostly hidden in a silver dress, her arms out on full display.

Harry snorted as his sister drooled for a moment before she caught herself and shook her head, looking down at her lap “what the hell is wrong with meh” she muttered, placing her palm on her forehead.

Little John opened his arms, Robin greeting him back and accepting the hug, gasping as the larger man wrapped his arms around your dad and squeezed him “Robin, how nice it is to see you again! We haven’t hung out in a bit!”

“John-“ Robin wheezed, tapping Little John's arm rapidly “can't breathe!” John gasped and released him, holding onto robin's shoulders to steady him “thank you” Robin took a deep breath.

John chuckled and pat him on the back, sending Robin to the ground. Harry winced as you burst out into laughter.

Ember perked up, patting her mom on the back and walking over to the table. “lady Loxley~!” Ember cheered, a thick forest English accent coating her tongue, Harriet's jaw dropped.

“fuuuuck that accent” she muttered, squeaking as Ember smirked and glanced at her, she ducked behind Harry who pushed her away from him. “asshole”

“bitch” Harry taunted back, mentally cackling as ember nodded to you and passed harry to lean on the table to talk to Harriet.

“saw you at the competition earlier~ I would love to know the name of the beauty in front of me” Harriet couldn’t speak, only able to stare at Ember's arms.

“ ‘er names Harriet” Harry offered, slapping his chest as he contained his laughter as Ember took one of Harriet's hands and kissed it, winking at the blushing pirate.

“Harriet~  a wonderful name” Harriet let out a series of babbles, nodding as Ember offered a dance with her later.

Harriet turned to the giggling Harry as Ember walked away to her seat, smacking him in the shoulder and slumping in her chair “fuck off”

Uma, Erza, and Gil joined at the main table a moment later, making their plates and joining in on the simple conversation.

Soon the tables were cleared for dancing, and your mother encouraged the whole hall to join in. you sighed, standing from your seat and holding out your hand to Harry.

“whaaat are yeh doin’?” Harry muttered, looking at your hand confused.

“my mother will make me dance at some point, it'll make her happy if I do of it my own will before she makes me, and you're my date….so” Harry sighed and took your hand, standing and leading you to the dance floor, joining your parents and a couple of other dancers

As you and Harry danced to the fast-paced folk music, you noticed, Ember and Harriet swinging around, giggling with each other, and spinning the other when they could.

You pointed them out to Harry, who let out a loud laugh, sticking out his tongue at Harriet when she flipped him off.

Harry picked you up and lifted you into the air, turning on his heel as he did, you laughed and held onto his shoulders, squealing as Erza took your hand and danced off with you, switching Uma with Harry, who just shrugged and spun Uma for a moment and pulled her away to dance, the sea witch laughed and forced Harry to dip her, he brought her up and passed her to Gil, and caught the girl he was dancing with.

As the music came to its end, Harry spun himself around one last time, catching someone and ending up face to face with them, only inches away.

He lost his breath, you bright eyes staring back into his, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, you let out a loose laugh and leaned forward to kiss his cheek “thank you Harry” you giggled, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the dance floor, watching as another song started and the dancers come alive once more.

You whispered that you would be getting a drink for the two of you and would be right back, Harry nodded and leaned back on the wall, watching as his sister and Ember danced with each other, matching grins as they stared into each other's eyes.

He jumped as a cup of sparkling apple cider appeared in front of his face, sighing as he looked down the arm and saw (y/n), smiling and looking towards the dancers.

He took the cup and sipped the cinder, snorting as Gil, Uma, and Erza performed this odd three-way mock tango to a song that did not fit the tango

“Thank yeh (y/n)” harry muttered, smiling at you as you rose ur brow in confusion “fer all of this, they’ve been…down since Knotts, and this is jus’ what we needed, so thank yeh”

You grinned and leaned into his arm, “no problem Harry, thank you for coming with me”

Harry finished off his drink and set it on the table next to him, turning to you and holding out his hand “shall we dance?”

You laughed and set your drink down, taking his hand and giving him a curtsy “we shall”

=

“like its dynamite, and I told you once, now I told you twice now we light it up, like its dynamite!” Erza sang in a loud out of tune voice, laughing as Uma tried to cover her mouth.

“shuuuut up!” Uma growled, squealing as Erza pulled her up and tossed her on the bed.

You chucked a pillow at Erza who pouted and chucked it back. You coughed at the impact and glared at her playfully “come on ‘ood” she taunted, getting into a fighting position.

You sighed and tossed your book on the floor and cracked your neck, pouncing onto the now screaming Erza “wait no I’m sorry ah!”

“too late, face your doom!” you cackled, getting her into an arm lock and holding her tightly to your chest. She tapped your arm almost immediately and you released her, she slapped your leg and rolled away from you, puffing her cheeks in anger.

“jerk”

“bitch” you barked back, a sharp grin on your face. A knock sounded at your door, your mother's face peeking through, Harriet sliding in behind her and jumping on the bed behind Uma, making the smaller girl bounce a bit.

“goodnight girls, try to keep it down” you gave her a salute and nodded, Erza and Uma nodding.

“got it, thanks (y/n)s mom” Erza grinned, Marian rolling her eyes fondly at her old “nickname” Erza used when she was young and awkward. She slinked back from the door and shut it, walking back to her and robins room.

“soooo Harriet” you started, grinning at Erza and Uma “how was Ember?~” Harriet turned red and proceeded to chuck a pillow at you, muttering something about pretty girls and strong arms.

You snorted and grabbed your movie for the night, letting Erza rip open the bag of popcorn and go at it.

“Alright, let's watch Spaceballs!” you cheered, popping in the movie into the DVD player and settling between Erza and the edge of the bed.

“yee” Erza cheered softly, opening another bag of m&ms. Uma slumped into Erza’s side and rose her brow as the opening credits started to play.

“So what's this movie?”

“a comedy” you explained “by Mel Brooks, you'll love it I promise”

“Alright then” she muttered, reaching over Erza’s arm to snatch a handful of m&ms.

About an hour and a half later, your mom re-entered the room, cooing as she looked on the sleeping forms of your little group.

Uma and Erza were curled up on the floor, a fuzzy grey blanket tossed over the two of them, Harriet took the couch, stretched out and an arm tossed over her eyes.

You were dead asleep on your bed, face buried in your pillows. Marian stepped into the room and shut off the TV, cleaning up the half spilled popcorn on the floor and setting the bowl on the entertainment stand.

“goodnight girls” she whispered, kissing your forehead and tiptoeing out of the room.

-end of part 14-

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Bonus Episode #3 - Leave a Message TRANSCRIPT

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VAL

Hey there! Val here with a couple of special announcements before our third bonus episode. First off, our season two release date has been set and will soon be announced. Before then, however, we have an abundance of teasers and bonus content coming your way. Be sure to follow us on Twitter and Tumblr to keep up with all of our new releases.

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Right, I’m done with my rambling. Here’s another bonus fluff episode—and this time I at least 90% mean it! Talk to you soon!

AUTOMATED VOICE

Please state your message.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYS.]

[THE DIALOGUE THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE EPISODE IS SLIGHTLY MUFFLED, AS IF THEY ARE SPEAKING OVER THE PHONE.]

ROSE

Hi! This is Rosemary Quinn. Unfortunately, I’m not able to return your call right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a lovely day!

[PHONE BEEP.]

IRENE

Hey, it’s Irene. I just wanted to check and see when you’d be coming over? Text me and let me know if you have an estimate.

Oh, and my dad is going to the store, so I know you mentioned wanting to make brownies? Did you mean, like, from scratch or is just a box mix fine? ‘Cause I’m good with whatever. Just text me what you need, and I’ll ask him to pick it up. See you later! Bye!

[PHONE BEEP.]

IRENE

Hey. It’s Irene. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you. Thanks.

[PHONE BEEP.]

ROSE

Hi, Irene! I’m sorry to call, but you said you were having some issues with your texts, so I thought this would be a safer bet. Are you available after school today? If you don’t mind, I could really use some help with the chemistry homework. You seemed to at least kind of understand it, or maybe you were just pretending like the rest of us were. [SHE GIGGLES.]

I also just am not super fond of Mr. Morrison. Nobody is. I mean, I try to be nice to him, nicer than most other students, and I think he likes me for that. It doesn’t mean he’s actually willing to be helpful, though. I think he sees me as some sort of air-headed bimbo, which is both misogynistic and presumptuous. Olivia told me he might be retiring, though, so fingers crossed?

Anyways, would we be able to meet up and work on it together? I’ll buy you a coffee for your time. Just let me know! Oh, and no need to call me back, we’ll see each other at school most likely. I just thought I’d call and ask before I forgot. I’ll talk to you later, bye!

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

IRENE

Hey, are you still at the school? I try to have school spirit—sometimes—but events really aren’t my thing. Maddy seemed to be into it, though, so I figured you might still be hanging out with her.

Anyways, if you decide you’re done with it, I was thinking about going to Sonic and it’d be great if you tagged along? It’s not the same when I go by myself. I’ll pay, obviously, since I’m the one inviting you. Call me back if you’re interested, and we can work something out. Alright, bye.

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

[THERE IS THE SOUND OF DISTANT CONVERSATION AS ROSE TALKS]

ROSE

Hi there, Maddy just wanted me to tell you that when you get here, make sure you go through the back door so you don’t disturb her grandparents. They’re not in a great mood tonight. You’ll have to hop the fence, but if you need help, I can go down there. I’m excited to see you! Bye!

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

[THERE IS A SLIGHT BREEZE HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND.]

IRENE

Hey there, I just wanted to apologize for leaving in such a rush. It was just a lot, and I didn’t really, well. I honestly didn’t feel super welcome there? That’s not your fault, though. It was everyone else.

It just—I don’t want to sound rude, but it doesn’t feel like our “group” actually cares about me a lot? I mean, maybe it’s because of my interests, or because I don’t dress or act like stereotypical straight girls do. I’ve known them all since freshman year, but honestly? You’re the only one I’ve ever really clicked with.

They like you, though. Everyone does. I don’t mean that in a snarky or jealous way. Just in the way that…well, you’re Rosemary Quinn. Everyone wants to be your friend, I guess. You just have that aura.

[A BEAT, THEN, EMBARRASSED] God, I’m sorry, that’s such a weird thing to say. I’m really not good at this whole friends thing, huh? I’m surprised you’ve stuck around for this long. I called you to apologize—now for multiple things it appears—but also to tell you that if you’re looking for me, I went to the park. It’s like a five-minute walk from Maddy’s house, and I have my board with me, so that helped.

I’m sure you’re not looking for me. You’re probably having fun at Maddy’s birthday party. You texted me to ask if I was okay, though, so I guess that’s why I called. You always do. You’re the one person who’s consistently cared, who’s always checked in on me when my social anxiety kicks in and I decide to leave early. Is that how you are with everyone, or…?

Jeez, I’m sorry, I’m rambling. Just, sorry for running off, I’m at the park sitting on the swings if you need me. Bye.

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

IRENE

[SOMEWHAT DESPERATE] Hey, it’s Irene. Please call me back. I— [SHE HUFFS.] I really think we need to talk.

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

IRENE

[DEFEATED] This is my third time trying to call you. At this point, I’m pretty certain you’re actually ignoring me.

I’m not mad, Rose. I promise I’m not. It was—it was nice! I liked it. Really liked it, actually, um. But you ran off to go home before we could really talk about it, and now it really feels like you. Well. Like you didn’t mean to, and now you regret it.

[SHE GROANS.] I’m not saying that to guilt trip you. I mean, maybe I’ve got it completely wrong. Maybe you’re scared that I didn’t like it, which isn’t true. Which would mean that we’re just walking in circles around each other, worried about what the other thinks. It would be funny if I wasn’t so worried about you.

[A BEAT, THEN] Do you wanna know the truth, Rose? I’ll tell you.

[SOFTER] Do you remember when we were building snowmen back in December, outside of the school? You made one named—god, I don’t remember. Was it Queen of the Valley? Some sort of royalty. You always come up with such extravagant names for things, it’s…

Anyways, you said what would make it perfect is if it had a crown to wear. By some absolutely absurd coincidence, I had a paper crown in my locker. I had learned to make them during study hall when I got bored. The school was still open, so I ran back inside through the empty hallways to go grab it.

When I came back outside, you grinned, your cheeks rosy and your hair still a mess from the wind that had only just died down. You took the crown from me, and you looked me in the eyes, giggling. You said, “I could kiss you right now.” Then you ran to give her majesty the crown.

And I didn’t say it. Of course I didn’t. I was too scared of that feeling I felt. I felt so warm, even with a blizzard on the horizon, and that terrified me. I wanted you to kiss me, though. I wished so badly that you had, it physically ached.

I gazed at you there, as you placed the paper crown upon the Queen’s head, Maddy rolling her eyes, but still smiling. In the moment, though, I hardly processed she was even there. I didn’t even process the groundskeeper glaring at us, or the cars driving past as teachers left for the day. As I stared at you, it was like you were the only thing I had ever known, and all I remember thinking was, “This is what will destroy me. This will be my downfall.”

[A PAUSE, THEN, HOPEFUL] But maybe it doesn’t have to be. Because you did kiss me, in the end. I’m glad you did.

Call me back, please?

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

[THERE IS BACKGROUND NOISE HEARD AS ROSE STANDS OUTSIDE OF HER HOUSE.]

ROSE

[SINKING INTO DISAPPOINTMENT] Hi, Irene! Just, um…just making sure we’re still going to the dance together. I’m outside my house waiting. My mom’s starting to get pretty upset with me for not being gone already, and just uh…standing here like an idiot. Won’t let me come back inside, though, because she thinks that if I’m not out here, you’ll—actually, I won’t try to understand her reasoning. I haven’t been able to for the past sixteen years.

But, um…please let me know? I’ll be waiting. Goodbye.

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

[IRENE IS HEARD DESPERATELY TRYING TO GET HER SHOES ON AND GET OUT THE DOOR.]

IRENE

Rose, I am so, so, so sorry I’m late. I promise, I’m on my way, I’m literally—

[HER DAD CALLS OUT, MUFFLED BY THE DOOR, AND SHE CALLS BACK]

IRENE

Yeah, I’m coming!

[THEN, AS SHE'S HEARD RACING ACROSS THE CARPET] I don’t wear makeup very often and I kept messing up my eyeliner and by the time I looked at the clock—I’m sorry. I have no idea how I’m supposed to make this up to you, but I’ll be there as fast as I can, okay?

[MUTTERING, CURSING HERSELF AS SHE PACKS HER BAG] First dance I get with you and it’s the only one I’m late to. Of course it is.

[SHE'S HEARD WALKING OUT OF HER ROOM, THE DOOR OPENING.]

IRENE

Okay, I’m going outside now. I love you. See you soon.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[THIS TAKES PLACE SECONDS AFTER THE LAST ONE.]

IRENE

[SLOWLY] So. I just told you I love you. I didn't mean to, but if you feel that way, too, then great. If not, then just pretend it was a slip of the tongue and we can spend the rest of the night pretending it never happened! Yeah. Um. Yeah. See you soon.

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

[THERE IS AMBIANCE OF THE CAFE AND PASSERBYS AS ROSE TALKS.]

ROSE

Hi, I’m outside of the cafe now! I haven’t ordered yet, so we can go in together.

[A BEAT, THEN, SOFTER] I brought something for you. Early this morning, when dawn was just barely teasing the sky, I couldn’t fall back asleep. I have no idea why I woke up in the first place. Maybe my muscles knew something I didn’t. I decided to slip out through my bedroom window, though.

If my mom noticed, she hasn’t told me yet. She knew I was going out today, but I’m sure I’ll still come home to her sitting on the couch intently, giving me that look she always does. I don’t care. She can do whatever she wants.

I got on my bike and I rode out to the park—not the one we usually go to. This one is in the opposite direction. It’s much vaster, less playset and more nature. There were flowers that had just started blooming. I picked some with the gentlest hand I could manage. I wish I had thought to bring scissors, but I hope the flowers will forgive me for my carelessness.

I thought long and hard before picking each one, making sure the colors matched just right, that the sweet scent they produced was in perfect harmony. I tied them with a ribbon I had around my wrist, and sealed it with a kiss, just for you. It took me all morning.

[A BEAT, THEN, SHE GIGGLES] Oh, wait, I think I just saw you pull in. Okay, I’ll talk to you in a second—

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

IRENE

Hey. Just wanted to make sure you got home safe. I love you. Call me back when you hear this, okay?

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

ROSE

[LAUGHING] God, I must have just missed you. Yes, I got home safe. Thank you for checking, dear. Sir Griffin the Third says hello!

[TO SIR GRIFFIN THE THIRD] Hey, look, it’s Irene. Say hello!

[IRENE SHIFTS. SIR GRIFFIN THE THIRD IS HEARD PURRING. HE GIVES A SMALL MEOW.]

ROSE

[GIGGLING] I’ll talk to you later, I love you!

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

IRENE

[HER VOICE CRACKING] Hey, I just saw your texts about your mom. Are you okay? Do you need me to come pick you up? You’re more than welcome to spend the night at my place. My dad said you can stay as long as you need, so don’t worry about that, okay?

I wish I could do more to help. I wish I could make her stop. Have you told your aunts about some of the stuff she’s done? They sound like good people, from what you’ve told me. I know they live far away, but still, they might be able to do something.

Right, um, just let me know if you need me to come get you. I love you. Bye.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[THERE IS RUSTLING AS ROSE LOOKS THROUGH HER BAG.]

ROSE

Hi, I’m sorry to bother you. I just wanted to check, did I lose my bracelet at your house? I can’t find it anywhere. It’s the one you gave me, and I really, really don’t want to lose it. It’s like a good charm for me. Please text me if you find it. If not, it’s okay. It might just be somewhere I haven’t checked yet. Thank you, honey. I love you. Goodbye.

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

[THERE IS THE SOUND OF HER CAR ENGINE, ALONG WITH SOFT GUITAR PLAYING OVER THE SPEAKER.]

IRENE

Hey, I’m parked outside! It’s okay if you’re not done yet, I can wait. I know you like to take your time getting ready for dances, and it definitely pays off. You’re gonna look beautiful regardless, though, so just come out when you’re ready. Love you!

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

ROSE

[TIRED] Hi. I’m sorry to call you so late. To be frank, I didn’t expect you to pick up at all, but I know you’ll hear this in the morning. I hope you’re sleeping well, by the way. I— [SHE YAWNS.] I can’t sleep. That’s not unusual, but I’ve just been thinking a lot.

Do you remember when you fell in the creek? It was late autumn, and even though I pulled you out just seconds after, your teeth were already clattering. I wanted to cry, you looked so miserable, but you acted like it was hardly a big deal.

That one coffee shop was the closest warm building, so I had to take you there. One of the baristas brought out some towels for you, and even gave you a free hot coffee. I should visit them again one day, if they still work there. Maybe bring them a thank-you gift.

Anyways, I gave you my jacket, which you almost refused because you didn’t want me to be cold, but I honestly didn’t even notice it. Once we were almost certain you weren’t going to catch frostbite, we went back to your car and drove back to your house.

On the way there, while we were at a stoplight, you looked at me and said, “I’m just happy it wasn’t you.”

I laughed and said, “Well, it feels like I was in there with you. I got chills just looking at you.”

You said, “Is that how relationships work? We feel each other’s pain?”

And I said, “What happens when one of us dies, then? Will the other die, too?”

And you said, “I hope so. I can’t imagine life without you.”

“But what if you could just live your life for me?” I said. “If one of us dies early, the other should have to live double the life to make up for it.”

You hummed, and then said something I’ll never forget: “I may continue living, but that doesn’t mean I’ll like it. Life is so wonderful when you’re in the world.”

And I should have told you, then, that whatever wonder I bring is only because of you. Every time you smile, or say something stupid, or brush your hair out of your face, there’s a bit more color in the world. I think our colors bleed together, then. You are a universe in my hands and I love you more than both of our lifetimes could ever contain.

And I didn’t have the words to describe it all until right this moment. I couldn’t afford to forget.

So, I love you. In this life and the next. Goodnight, dear.

[TWO PHONE BEEPS.]

[IRENE'S DAD IS HEARD TALKING ON THE PHONE IN ANOTHER ROOM. ON THE MIC, IRENE IS HEARD QUIETLY CRYING. THERE ARE FOOTSTEPS OUT IN THE HALL. THE DOOR OPENS.]

DETECTIVE

[DISTANT] Ms. Gray, could I please speak to you?

[A PAUSE AS IRENE SOBS.]

IRENE

[QUIET, SHAKILY] Please pick up.

[PHONE BEEP.]

AUTOMATED VOICE

Today's quote is: “Foul smell of the things that we do to escape There is no glamour in this. No rock and roll. This is just endings. This is just grief.”

Kate Tempest in Hold Your Own, 2014.

[OUTRO MUSIC AND CREDITS PLAY.]

[neeterloveschenford]

My mom just finished watching season 2 of RNM. Some of her thoughts:

- At least it ended better for Alex than it did last season.

- Why’d he kiss that green haired boy? (Me: It was blue, Mom, Mom: Are you sure? Me: Yes, it was supposed to look a little faded. Mom: Really? Don’t they have people who make sure people’s hair color doesn’t fade?)

- If he was going to kiss that green haired boy shouldn’t they have had more dates? He barely knows him!

- The not dead girl needs a hug.

- Thank God that bartender broke up with Michael. They had no chemistry.

- Why is Isobel’s eyeliner always winged? Can’t she wear normal eyeliner? (Fun fact, my mom really hates winged eyeliner.)

- Who is that girl with the doctor? Do we care about her? 

- Did someone from General Hospital write this show?

- Is Faux Todd really dead? (Mom used to watch One Life to Live. She calls every character Trevor St. John has ever played Faux Todd.)

- Michael shouldn’t have left when Alex was singing to him.

- Boy Max really screwed that up didn’t he.

- Why is Max’s dad from Georgia?

- What do you mean I have to wait another year!?! Fuckin rona.

So now you y’all know where I get it from. My mother. Proving that even at 65 you can be a massive fangirl!

[flos-timore]

i love this man and you can pry him from my cold dead hands 

- Habit doesn’t necessarily self-harm in the “traditional” sense. He’s severely underweight, but really only due to particular eating preferences, and a lack of energy or drive to make/get anything. 

- He sees lunch as “the most important meal of the day”, as opposed to breakfast. Why? Well, he usually always skips breakfast, and he sees dinner as unimportant and optional, at best. Which isn’t... ENTIRELY... inaccurate..? But as somebody who studied medicine and Has a Doctoral Degree (as well as a Smidgen of common sense, shockingly enough), he Knows this is unhealthy.

- While he’s kinda “forced” to act like a recluse, he’s not. He’s REALLY really not the reclusive type. Sure, maybe due to body and self worth issues, but the Main reason he stays in his complex during the run of the game is because....... most of the Habiticians make him nervous....... Seriously, like, all of the children basically hate him, and his OWN EX-BOYFRIEND ASSISTANT calls him CREEPY. Harsh. 

- Yes, he wears eyeliner and eye-shadow. What about it?? 

- He would wear a corset. This man would also wear heels. He’s usually Constantly running and twirling and dancing around. He would wear both at the same time. Don’t assume that you can stop him. 

- Habit’s type of music is Really Really... “Experimental”.... While he adores ALL genres, and is actually a very good singer, it... doesn’t need a rhythm?? for him to enjoy it??? You could LITERALLY record yourself scraping a fork across a plate for like 2-3 minutes straight, tell him it’s a new band/song, and he’ll listen to it and most likely love it. 

- He grew up speaking English and Russian fluently, so he’s intimately familiar with Both languages, but he can also speak French pretty well, too! Spanish, as well, but to a lesser extent, oddly enough. Pretty much any other language, though, he won’t be able to understand, at all. 

- He LOVES ASMR! Things like rusty swing sets creaking, falling rain, and the whirring of machinery really relax him.... ..... but he ALWAYS refers to ASMR as “music”, so, uh... Don’t worry if he invites you to listen to some and it’s just soft rainfall playing on loop for like 5 hours. He means well. 

- Habit can’t STAND loud noises/people incessantly whining, complaining, or chattering. It’s the main (and only??) reason why he dislikes Parsley. He SWEARS he can hear Parsley groaning about his dad and starvation from all the way up in his office- even WITH the windows CLOSED. He’s grumpily glared down at Parsley more than once. 

- Despite this, though, he can handle loud noises if they’re familiar to him/the memories they bring with them are comforting. For example, his equipment/tools, either while doing “Dentist Things”, or building/working on some project or another, don’t bother him. The sounds make him HAPPY, even!! 

- If you’re his friend/a person he likes, you can talk and be as loud as you want and he’ll never tell you to shut up. It’s one of his love languages. Unless he’s having bad mood swings/an episode or breakdown, however. Those he can’t really control.... 

- Oh, and uh.. the whole thing about Habit “forgetting” or “mispronouncing” people’s names?? (cough cough Parsley cough cough). That’s just him being passive aggressive. He’s doing it on purpose to show that he REALLY and Truly Does Not Give A Damn. Not even enough to know what to call you. 

- Habit is on the autism spectrum!! <3 He’s high functioning and proud.

- A general world-building headcanon, really, but EVERYONE in the Smile For Me universe is human unless explicitly otherwise stated (I.E Trencil and Nat and Trevor). Humans in the SFM universe are just multicolored, and being like... 10 feet tall is considered relatively normal. Habit, physically?? really DOESN’T stand out, all that much. 

- Adding onto that, everyone has a little bit of Cryptid in them. Habit’s shadow form, Jimothan’s glowing eyes and teeth/Parsley’s glowing eyes, etc. are all some basic examples. These are also treated as relatively normal and To Be Expected. Everyone has some quirk about them that’s unique and different!!