#i tried with this orange movie y'all to think i waited a year just for her in one scene!

[nekojuro]

Hello there :) I really LOVED your asl brothers headcanons + the fluffy sabo one

So we know the majority of the fandom headcanons Sabo as a not really jealous type of bf, but what if when he DOES get jealous, its quite a mess ? May I please request an angsty headcanon of this with a fluffy ending ? Female!S/O please,

Thank u ❤

hello, thank you for the request! y'all really love sabo and im in for it, as you should! im not really fond of making angst because i can't take myself seriously but i tried my best with my own version and I'm sorry if it's nothing like you requested. also, I can't imagine sabo in an angsty headcanon but feedbacks are highly appreciated! hope you enjoy it! genre: sfw | v light angst - fluff warning(s): f!reader, modern-day timeline note: not proofread and a really long one so I'm gonna call it a one-shot with headcanon format

JEALOUS SABO ONESHOT

as we all know, sabo is caring and patient. that being said, he doesn't really care about other people and respects those people around you. he's v rational and doesn't mind much those guys who have hots for you.

unless the same guy kept on hitting on you and gets under his skin while he's in a not-so-nice mood, all hell breaks loose.

okay, it's so rare for him to get jealous but when he does, you get lowkey intimidated and scared.

he's the silent treatment type of jealousy, he won't even look at you and let you touch him. he'll be so distant but will expect you to cling unto him and if you don't? he'll get sulky and impatient, he won't be able to stay still istg

he calms down with your scent tho

you know that well and the last time you had this issue was around half a year ago

because you're a dumb bitch who's too oblivious for your own good, it happened again.

sabo is waiting for you at his apartment and since you decided to go on a date tomorrow, you'll be spending a night there since sabo had been whining for the lack of time you've been together for this whole month. unfortunately, you're late because there was a company dinner and you forgot to text him that you'll be late since you thought it won't take an hour but here we are.

god, I'm so stupid! you thought

a co-worker offered to give you a ride home which you didn't refuse because of course, you want to be home as soon as possible. you thanked your office mate and when you were about to unlock the door, it opened and there you saw sabo in his pajamas-- a white shirt and gray sweatpants. he looks concerned and immediately grabs your bag and coat so you could remove your heels.

"I'm so sorry, love. there was a sudden company dinner but it only went for an hour because there's only 4 of us there anyways. have you eaten?" you explained while you walk towards the kitchen to get water.

"yes, did you eat well? there's a leftover if you're still hungry. who was with you anyways?" he curiously asked

"oh, the team manager and his wife then my desk mate. do you remember him? the one who gave me a bento cake last time?"

his forehead creased and you look at him for a second when you heard him clear his throat which you didn't pay much attention to.

"ah, okay. let's go to bed right after you wash up, we're leaving early tomorrow." he smiled at you but it didn't reach his eyes

still, you chose to shrug it off because he's been always like that whenever he's tired and sleepy.

you skipped lightly towards him to give him a hug and kiss which made him chuckle

he hugged you tightly and places his face to the crook of your neck when he stiffened under your touch.

nonetheless, you paid no mind and go on with the night since as he said, you'll be leaving early tomorrow and you just want to dive in the bed--wrapped in his arms.

when the morning comes, you woke up when you felt the other side of the bed--cold and empty. you immediately got up to get a cup of water while thinking that he might be watering the little plants he has.

you tied your hair before going out but instantly stopped in your tracks when you found him leaning at the main door, talking with your office mate.

"uhm? what's up?" you were so confused about what's happening but you can clearly see that sabo is not having fun while your office mate was smiling sheepishly.

you walked towards them that made sabo click his tongue which made you uneasy

"oh, I'm just passing by. i think you dropped this hairpin on my car last night." you mirrored his smile and lightly tuck in the little strands that fell on your face

you were about to reach for it when sabo grabbed it-- a little too hard-- that made you tense as you can feel his intense gaze even though he's not looking at you.

"yeah, thanks. you can go now." sabo blandly shooed him which made your eyes widen as you rush to pull him back and stand in front of him to face your co-worker.

"h-hey! yeah, thank you so much! i didn't notice it but I appreciate it. well, see you at the office...i g-guess?" it was so hard for you to maintain a smile on your face when you can literally feel the heavy pressure of sabo's presence.

"oh, actually the manager announced that we're gonna have a one-day trip to osaka for screening of the new products at the group chat. she was looking for a volunteer and the team manager wanted you to c--"

"she's not available, can't you fucking see?" you almost yelped at the impact when sabo pulled you unto him that made you bump on his chest.

they were exchanging glares so you had to cut it off and apologize because you're not gonna volunteer for that, not when sabo is like this, you're better off dead than go with your team.

when you bid farewells to your co-worker and close the door, you can feel your stomach-churning. the moment he lightly pushes you to go back to his room, you knew this is gonna be a long day.

it's early in the morning and today is date day, what a bad timing to show up in front of sabo.

"love? hey..." you called out when you saw him in front of his study desk and laptop with glasses on. a sign that the date will get canceled.

you immediately go behind him and tried to touch his cheeks but he evaded it smoothly with attitude. you almost laughed but you know it's not the right time and you're not that stupid.

you tried different things but he just wouldn't accept anything right now so you decided to give up pestering him and took a shower instead. you can't allow this day to be a waste, if you have to drag him just to make the date happen--you will.

even after dressing up, he's still ignoring you but you know he's also aware of what're you doing because you can see his hands stop from typing whenever you make a move.

"love, I'm going out. you comin'?" trying a new approach, you asked but no reply.

you sigh heavily and head to the kitchen, you saw him shift around at the corner of your eyes when you opened the door.

pouring an orange juice into the mug and going back to his room, you placed it beside his laptop. your hands place on his shoulders for support, you take off one of his earpods.

"sabo, I'm going out for a while 'kay?" you stand straight after giving him a kiss on his cheeks.

but before you can even take a step, you're immediately pulled by him. standing between his parted legs as buries his face in your stomach. he's a little bit calmed down so it'll be easier to talk to him.

"you come back home late with another man's scent on you then the next day, they come knocking on my door. that fucking assho--"

you cut him off with a light slap on his head, "sabo, that's mean! don't act like i forgot your rudeness earlier." you warned

he looked up to you with a glare, "yeah, he earned it. are you siding with him?"

"no, love. you know you've been rude!" you raised a brow which he mirrored

"baby, I'm your boyfriend." he stated with his cheeks slightly puffed like that sentence will do its magic

you sighed, giving it up. i mean, it's partly your fault! you're just lucky this time because he's attention and touch starved-- that's why he's easy to submit.

"okay, okay. I'm sorry, I'll be careful from no--"

"as you should." he cuts you off with a sass

you squeezed his cheeks and kiss him on his nose and forehead, "c'mon, stop being a baby and get up. we're going to movies instead, my treat." you winked at him.

he instantly stands up and hugged you tightly while peppering you with kisses.

before closing the bathroom door, he looked back at you and flashes his infamous charming smile that made you chuckle.

"you look so good, love."

#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece headcanon #sabo imagines #sabo x reader #sabo headcanons #sabo headcannons #sabo headcanon #one piece sabo #sabo the revolutionary #asl brothers #chief of staff sabo #sabo au

[maria-scribbles]

we’re just like kevin bacon!

prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindow​ ‘s halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao

ship: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written lol)

warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)

a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy 😊

Of three things in life you were certain.

One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.

Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.). 

And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears. 

The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.

You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.

...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him. 

It all started when you were twelve.

You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.

So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect. 

"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.

"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be.  

You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table. 

The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Up™ but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo. 

"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.

"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."

"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."

"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.

You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind. 

You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.

The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.

At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways. 

At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward. 

When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.

You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.

"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"

"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.

"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"

Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"

You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"

"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"

"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"

Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses. 

"Hi, Janine."

"...Egon."

The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.

"Why Janine?" 

"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.

"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"

"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"

"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"

For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."

"Are you kidding? He's the worst!" 

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor. 

"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.

"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.

To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three. 

At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet.  

But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.

"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"

Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"

Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.

Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.

Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.

You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips. 

"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.

"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"

You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'

And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind.  

"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.

"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."

"I'm down for some smudging if you are." 

You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.

"Confident, are we?" 

JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." 

He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants.  

"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.

"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.

"N-never was very good at that." 

"'You should've learned.'"

"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"

One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!" 

"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"

"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"

The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.

His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone. 

"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again." 

The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.

"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."

"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!" 

Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.

"Fuck me."

"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.

"You know what I meant, Maybank."

"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"

You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."

"I was hoping you’d say that.”

- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"

He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles.  

"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."

"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius." 

The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"

Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."

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[writings-of-a-daphodil]

Pumpkins

Luke x alive!reader

Summary: It's fluffy Haloween time!!

Requested?: Yes! This was inspired by @fantomlovesjuke4ever's request:

Can I request an imagine with Luke Patterson as the ghost and (yn) as the alive girlfriend who is julie and flynn‘s best friend and she went to go visit Julie’s house for halloween.

I hope you like it!

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

A/n: I know it's after Halloween, but oh well. I hope y'all enjoy it!

Luke was positively vibrating with excitement as he walked you to Julie’s house. As his first Halloween in technically twenty five years, you could definitely understand. You were excited to spend your first Halloween together too.

 "I can't wait to spend today with you!" Luke exclaimed, swinging your hand.

“What do you think we’re gonna do?” You asked as you walked onto Julie’s street.

Luke considered the question for a moment. “Julie was talking about doing a movie night and I know Reggie was looking forward to carving pumpkins.”

“How are you guys gonna carve pumpkins?” you asked.

“If we focus enough we can hold objects. Reggie’s been practicing everyday.”

“Ah-" you smiled "-do you think Alex finally got the courage to ask Willie to come?”

Luke shrugged. “He said he was gonna go see him this morning, so maybe.”

“I’m so excited to meet him, Alex has told me so much about him.”

“Yeah,” Luke grinned as you walked into Julie’s driveway.

“Julie?! We’re here!” You called walking into the empty garage.

“Boo!” Carlos jumped out from behind the couch and you shrieked, almost jumping into Luke’s arms. You quickly realized that wouldn’t be the best thing to do in front of Carlos though.

“Carlos, you nearly gave me a heart attack,” you scolded, but the smile on your face didn’t make you very menacing. Over the years you had learned to not get mad when people tried to scare you, and they tried a lot. You were kinda known for always being a little scared, you couldn't help it though. There were so many scary things out there, from ghosts to spiders.

Finding out that Julie was in a band full of ghosts that you could see and touch was a pretty big shock. You had been absolutely terrified to go anywhere near Julie’s house for a while. However, your fear soon faded with Luke’s persistent and kind attitude. He had helped you to realize that ghosts weren’t all bad.

From there, it had taken you a very long time to realize that your racing heart had less to do with fear and everything to do with a crush on Luke. Once you did though it wasn’t long before you were dating.

“Sorry, Y/n,” Carlos apologized as you heard footsteps running into the garage.

“Y/n!” Julie called.

“I’m here Jules!” You called back.

Julie walked in. “I heard you scream are you okay?”

“Yeah, Carlos just scared me,” you explained.

Julie nodded and turned to her little brother. “Flynn needs your help in the kitchen.” She turned to you and Luke as he left. “Are you ready for some pumpkin carving?”

“Yes!” Reggie exclaimed, proofing into the room. You jumped, this time into Luke’s arms.

“Good. Y/n, can you help me with them?” Julie asked.

You nodded. “Of course.”

Julie led you up to the house and and you admired the detailed decorations. There were tons of fake spider webs and spiders on the porch and cute little signs that said stuff like 'the witch is in'.

The inside of the house was even cuter with purple and orange streamers decorating the ceiling and few paper bats dangling from string.

"You guys always have the best decorations," you complimented as you and Julie walked into the dining room. There were five pumpkins of varying sizes stacked together and you grabbed the two smallest while Julie took the biggest.

“Hey Flynn,” you called, eyeing the delicious looking Halloween cookies. They were the soft sugar cookies that were at all the supermarkets.

"Hey," she waved, placing a cookie on a platter.

"Happy Halloween, Y/n," Ray said, coming into the room and taking a cookie. "Do you girls want some help getting these to the garage?"

You beamed at him. "Yes please."

Your arms burned on the walk down to the garage and you wished you could have Luke help you, but a floating pumpkin would probably scare Ray. You finally set the pumpkins down and thanked him, waiting for him to get out of earshot before you spoke to the ghosts.

"Where's the newspaper?" Luke asked Julie who gestured to a cabinet.

You and Julie worked together to move the coffee table and were helping the boys lay out the newspaper when you heard a faint swoosh. You let out a quiet yelp when you heard it and looked up to see Alex and who you could only assume was Willie.

"Hey," Alex said with a nervous wave. You stood up and quickly moved over to him.

"You must be Willie, it's so nice to finally meet you! I'm Y/n."

Willie smiled and you could see Alex relax out of the corner of your eyes. "Nice to meet you too."

Luke came up to you and wrapped an arm around your waist as Julie introduced herself. The six of you chatted for a little while before Flynn arrived with some food.

With everyone in the garage it was time to start carving.

You and Luke kneeled down together to start on your carving of the Julie and the Phantoms logo. You squinted your eyes in concentration as you sketched it out on paper. Once you were satisfied Luke pinned it on the pumpkin and grabbed the tools.

He did his best to carve a bit out, but his hand kept falling through after a while. He sighed in defeat before you came over.

"Here," you said, taking his hand, "let me help."

With his hand in yours, the two of you were able to easily carve the pumpkin. You took the top off and wrinkled your nose at the mess of seeds inside.

"I'd help but..." Luke waved his hand through the pumpkin, a teasing grin on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you grumbled, rolling your eyes. You reached your hand into the pumpkin and placed some of the gross goop in a trashbag.

"Almost there," Luke encouraged. You groaned as you reached your hand back in.

Though you didn't enjoy it, the pumpkin's insides were clean in no time. From there you sprinkled cinnamon in it and got your carving tools ready. Luke grabbed your hand again and you got to work.

Eventually you were all done. You and Luke took a step back and proudly admired your slightly lopsided design.

"We did it!" You cheered and Luke high fived you. You turned and  gave Luke a celebratory kiss and moved to walk around the room to admire the other pumpkins.

Reggie had carved a remarkably good guitar and you exchanged compliments.

From there you moved on to admire the pumpkin that Willie and Alex had painted rainbow. It was so cute to see how they interacted together and you hoped Willie would be over more often.

Julie's and Flynn's pumpkins were a bit more classic, but very beautiful.

After looking at all the carvings you and Luke walked back to your own pumpkin and accepted all the compliments that came your way.

The sun was getting lower and lower as you turned to chatting and for you lifers, snacking.

You always felt a little bad eating in front of the ghosts, but you couldn't resist the cookies. There was just something so good about the way they melted in your mouth.

It wasn't long before the sun had completely set and you were placing the candles in the pumpkins. The smell of cinnamon and pumpkin filled the room as you went and joined Like on the couch.

“What now?” Julie asked.

“Movies!” Reggie suggested, eyeing some dvds.

“You guys missed some good ones," Willie said from where he and Alex were sitting together.

“Oh you definitely did,” you confirmed, already thinking of ones to watch.

“Here, let's look at the options.” Julie waved her hand and Reggie went over to the table stacked with dvds under the loft.

It wasn’t long before they had decided on the first one. Julie put the movie they chose into the player while you and Luke settled onto the couch. It was just the start of the movie, but the end to a perfect day.

****

Voila! This is my first JatP request and I hope y'all liked it. Have a fantastic day/night!

P.S. I am open to requests!!!!!

P.P.S. if you want to be on my taglist for all things Julie and the Phantoms, feel free to ask. I hope it works and please message me if it doesn’t.

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[5csbin]

HAUNTED HOUSE !

HALLOWEEN TXT EDITION!

txt x neutral reader !

WARNING !: cursing! knifes! haunted house! JYP AND 6IX9INE!

a very crack and dumb one shot i made.

“MANE IF YALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP!” taehyun shouted as they were walking up to the line since everyone began to nag.

"this is why i wanted to go trick or treating instead." beomgyu pouted and folded his arms as he and the rest of the group waited in line to go inside of the haunted house.

well it was more like a haunted barn, where they would all get on a hayride and be driven throughout the barn and be spooked supposedly. "trick or treating?? how old are you again?" kai mocked him,

"no offense but i'm starting to think you were right when you said beomgyu was still mentally 9 years old because.. this is starting to get worrying. what 19 year old is trying go trick or treating?" yeonjun added in agreement, while taehyun shot him a dirty look for throwing shade at his best friend.

beomgyu’s first instinct was to scoot closer to (y/n), but he then fired off a clapback of his own. "the only thing that's worrying is that wig you're wearing, who the fuck are you even supposed to be? lord farquad on crack?" gyu fired back at yeonjun, who was now touching the short black bob on top of his head.

soobin couldn't help but laugh, even though it was his own boyfr- bestfriend getting flamed and soon, everybody else in the group let out laughter at gyu’s clapback. even taehyun, who couldn't stand beomgyu, was practically crying laughing at what was said.

"actually, i'm supposed to be dora," yeonjun replied, gesturing to his pink t shirt and bright orange jeans. "and soobin is.. well diego." he pulled soobin closer to him after saying that and kissed his forehead, before ruffling his blueberry curls a little.

"wait.. ain't dora and diego supposed to be cousins?" taehyun asked, his mouth curling in disgust, "i don't think that's positive..." kai added.

“cousin lovers.” (y/n) said making yeonjun smack their arm.

it was a wonder how they didn't annoy the others waiting in line for their ride, since they would fight every second. meanwhile as the group turn drew closer and closer, beomgyu found himself regretting agreeing to come here.

it was weird.. he loved horror movies, but he despised haunted houses because even though both were fake events, being in a haunted house was just so up close and personal you know?

if it wasn't for it being (y/n)'s birthday (lets just pretend ur birthday was on halloween.) beomgyu wouldn't have came, and he would have probably just stayed at home and took pictures of his costume for instagram before going over to hyunjin’s to watch scary movies.

(y/n) noticed that beomgyu looked uncomfortable amongst all of the roasts and jokes flying amongst the group and they decided to ask what was wrong.

"gyu, why do you look so sad? being sad is my job," (y/n) asked as the group continued to move up in the line. "i'm not sad," beomgyu answered. "i'm just nervous, i don't like haunted houses.. i had a really bad panic attack the last time i went to one, and i don't wanna have one and ruin your birthday or anything.. i probably should have just stayed my ass home."

"nah, you not going to ruin my birthday, you're my friend and i care about you... it won't be that scary, it's literally a haunted barn. you know what barns have? cows and chickens. now who's scared of cows and chickens? nobody. except blades of grass."

the little pep talk made gyu feel slightly calmer. "thanks," he replied, fumbling with the thick leather choker around his neck. "your costume is really cute by the way. i like the face paint."

"thanks, it was kai’s idea actually," they responded with a chipper edge to their voice. (y/n)' costume consisted of a sweatshirt and sweatpants with a skeleton printed on the front, and his face was made up to look like a skull.

after beomgyu was calm, he found himself overhearing a conversation between hueningkai, taehyun, and his knives.

"no tae, you can't bring your knives in here with you," hyuka shook his head as taehyun kept asking if he could run back to the car real quick and grab his knives "cmon kai, just in case a demon wanna try some shit"

"well.. can i get my ouija board?" tyun asked, his lips twisting into a devious smile. "i just wanna talk to the demons, it's halloween, and if it's any day i should be allowed to do this, it's today."

"ain't there no demons.. this is a barn. you wanna talk to demonic horses and shit?" yeonjun pokes in the conversation and raised an eyebrow.

"yes? of course i do, the fuck do you think i am?" taehyun whined, pointing to the devil horns on top of his head as the group finally made it to the front of the line and were waiting for the tractor to come back so that they could get on the hayride.

finally, after they all stood around and handed in their tickets to the clerk in front of the line, their tractor was ready, pulling along the hay covered cart as it came to a stop in front of the barn entrance, waiting for the group to board it.

"wait, hay? y'all ain't say there was going to be hay..." soobin complained, his skin already itching just by looking at all that hay. "y'all do know i'm allergic to hay right?"

"bitchhh, we been said it was a hayride involved," hueningkai snapped, "what you done caught the (y/n) disease where you forget everything every minutes or what?"

"aye i don't forget everything, i just be high," (y/n) cut in as they handed in their tickets to the clerk. "and i'm allergic to hay!" soobin cried out, scratching his forearm.

soobin actually is allergic to hay, but it wasn't something severe, he just got irritated by it and it caused his skin to rash up, not like his skin didn't already look as if it was full of rashes.

(that not true btw)

"oh well," hueningkai replied in a deadpan tone, shrugging. "guess you'll just die then."

after they've all handed in their tickets, everyone began to board the hay filled cart, with everyone obviously choosing to be closest to their besties.

when they got onto the cart. soobin was snuggled up to yeonjun, playing with his diego the explore backpack trying to ignore the itchy feeling the hay gave him.taehyun was resting his head on (y/n)’s shoulder, whining about his knifes, beomgyu was clinging onto kai for dear life, because he was still scared after all.

"i better not hear none of y'all screaming like no pussies after we get in here," yeonjun started after the tractor began to start up and drive them into the dark, cool barn. "how y'all gon be scared of demons when i'm taehyun a whole demon. y'all scared of him now?"

"actually, yes, i'm scared of him just a little bit," beomgyu answered, his tone groggy.

"considering he tried to kill me on multiple occasions and almost succeeded, yes yeonjun, i'm scared of taehyun and he make me fear for my life." soobin added on, slightly flinching at just saying the word taehyun.

"that was before i became positive," taehyun suddenly flashed soobin and beomgyu a toothy smile, "just like i'm positive that none of these demons or zombies or whatever the fuck is in this barn is gon' do shit to us."

"tae if you don't shut your ass up, there’s no demons in here, nor is there any zombies, they are paid actors. you wish you was in a horror movie so bad," hueningkai cut in, once again ruining tyun’s fun.

as of right now, nothing scary was going on. just the typical music playing throughout the barn, random screams, and plastic skeletons appearing out of nowhere. shit that made little kids be scared of, but anyone else wouldn't be phased. not even beomgyu was phased by what was going on, and he was the main one who was scared to come along.

but then.. things started to get more spooky. the people who were sitting on the edge would start to get grabbed and poked without warning, and people would come up on side of the cart out of nowhere and scream or otherwise bring attention to themselves, which would catch them off guard obviously, but shit like that was to be expected at a haunted house.. or in this case a haunted barn.

but soon though, things began to get downright creepy.

as they were sitting in the cart, slightly startled and caught off guard by the jumpscares, but not too shaken up, not even beomgyu was that scared, as he made sure to sit in the middle of the cart to avoid being randomly grabbed or touched by these strangers in costume, and it was just amusing to people like taehyun or (y/n), they weren't prepared for what started to happen next.

soon the music that sounded as if it was from a demonic nursery cut out mid note, and it was replaced by an old, gravely sounding voice that began to sing happy birthday very terribly and off key.

and they thought this was creepy, considering it was gus' birthday, but they considered it was a coincidence. "damn (n/n), they singing happy birthday to you, that's wild," yeonjun noticed, laughing at the 'coincidence'.

"see, i told y'all they’re really a skeleton, how else would they know that we're here for their birthday, hmm?" beomgyu added matter of factly causing the others to let out laughter.

so even though it was somewhat unsettling, it didn't become horrifying until the voice replaced "happy birthday to you," with "happy birthday (y/n)."

the place then became a chorus of "did yall hear that shit?" and "yeo what the fuck?!" after they noticed that, with (y/n) in particular being especially shook that there seemed to be a demon singing specifically to them, and their eyes went wide as the voice continued to serenade them, albeit poorly.

"see, this ain't it no more." soobin announced and hueningkai nodded in agreement. "h-how do they know it's (n/n)' birthday? much less who (y/n) is?" beomgyu asked as he held onto (y/n) even tighter than he was before. "i'm scared now."

"that's what we all want to know," yeonjun answered before reaching up to adjust his wig, before feeling nothing but his real hair tied back. he knew his wig didn't fall off or get snatched off, he had it secured with bobby pins, because it was one of his mother's wigs and he didn't want to lose it, but it had just completely disappeared.

"uh...my wig is gone," yeonjun announced and soobin just nodded. "same."

"no i mean it's for real gone... my dora or lord farquaad or whatever the fuck wig i was wearing earlier just.. disappeared into thin air." yeonjun continued to explain as he continued to search the surrounding area for it, just in case it fell out of his head but it was actually gone.

"see, i told y'all asses there were demons in here, but y'all didn’t wanna listen now y'all getting your shit taken, and demons are singing happy birthday to (y/n) and shit, and now y'all shocked," taehyun added with a huff.

"tyun, ain't no demons in here. if there were demons in here, they would do a lot worse than steal hats and wigs and sing happy birthday, believe that. they'd be torturing us psychologically, and- wait, where the fuck is my sheep hat?" hueningkai touched the top of his head, where his costume top was missing from, and now he was heated.

"yeah, we gotta get outta here."

more shit like that continued to happen with the voice continuing to reference them by name, and reference stuff that only people that know them would know, like soobin almost running someone over once, or yeonjun’s furry suit,and then, near the end of the ride, it all came together in the worst possible way.

a single echoing voice with a thick new york accent screaming "SCUUUUM GANGGGG!" followed by a laugh in the distance that sounded a lot like jyp’s laugh.

and in that moment, all of them literally hopped off of the cart and ran towards the exit.

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[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Two Live Crew Job

leverage 2.07

Sophie: I love the symbolists.

- - - - -

🥰 I love when the ot3 are together in one frame 🥰

- - - - -

the dogs playing poker painting tho

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Eliot: Any sudden movement's gonna cause displacement of the water. It'll set it off.

Parker: Is that C-4?

Sophie: Oh!

(Nate grabs Parker’s hand before she can touch the vase)

Sophie: Parker... please don't poke at the motion-sensitive bomb.

Nate: So, uh... secret admirer?

Sophie: Well, it's no secret they want me dead.

Hardison: What do you think, man?

Eliot: I'd have to reach into the vase to disarm it. It'd go off.

eliot’s lips quivered when he said that bc he’s so nervous for her im-

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Parker: Do you have any instant pudding?

(everyone looks at Parker in surprise. Cut to Parker pouring pudding into the vase)

Parker: The powder hardens the liquid, tricks the bomb into thinking it's not moving.

Eliot: Should give you a little wiggle room. Very little

MASTERMIND PARKER

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(mourners are gathered around a casket with a line of black cars parked nearby. An open casket shows Sophie lying inside. Eliot is standing at a podium)

Eliot: She had a way of taking care of people, you know? She was a sister... she was best friend, all rolled into one. I'm gonna miss you, Soph-- So-O-O-O-O much, Katherine.

(Eliot leaves the podium. Hardison stands to let Parker walk by and she approaches the podium. Nate stands at the back of the crowd, Eliot joins him)

Parker: Katherine and I have known each other forever. Almost two years. Yeah, I know that probably doesn't sound like a lot to you, but it is to me. I never really had many friends. Which is why losing her is so hard. (sighs) It's so creepy. I mean, she's really dead. I was just talking to her and now she's just laying there. She was just laying there.

(Nate coughs and Hardison gets up to go to Parker)

Parker: Can you hear me?

Hardison: Parker. I'm -- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, y'all. What – What she really means is just, um, Katherine was like family. And sometimes, friends are all the family that you have. So... you -- you good? Come on. Just – let -- just keep going. You got all hysterical and emotional

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btw there is at least one door from behind the briefing monitors which means they have at least one extra room (most likely more) from the adjacent apartment eliot knocked the wall down from

they have guest rooms or something back there for if anyone needs a place to crash

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Sophie: We used to work together. We did the Copenhagen job in '97, the Berlin Polytech job in '98, and, Nate, remember – Remember that great run in Moscow?

Nate: "That great run"? I chased you for three months.

Sophie: Well, uh, technically, y-you chased us. Sorry.

Hardison: Are you saying that you saw other teams before us?

Parker: Really just another Nate before Nate.

Eliot: Let me ask you a question -- what bugs you more, is it the fact that he was with Sophie first or that he outsmarted you?

Nate: Moving on

eliot puts his arms over the couch and behind parker and I’ll take it + them grinning at each other seeing nate’s discomfort

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mikel is wearing flannel in this one and you can now take bisexual mikel from my cold, dead hands

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Sophie: Wrong place, wrong time. Starke must have seen me, and now that I’m one of the good guys, decided to get rid of me, because...why? Because... Because I know his scams. Because... I know his favorite scam.

[Warehouse]

(Stark’s team is sitting on crates looking at monitors as he goes over the job)

Starke: Cafe and a moonlit terrace.

Sophie (voice over): The Mona Lisa variant.

[Briefing Area]

Parker: Oo! (claps) That was the first one I learned!

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(Hardison is drinking orange soda and working on a computer as Sophie watches)

Sophie: I'm not dead. I'm right here, Parker. So, this is, um, it's what you do, right? You take footage of us on cons and you -- you -- you -- download it into that?

Hardison: Yeah, I analyze it, I monitor comms, I scan for a police frequencies, I -- You had no idea I do all this, did you? Well – d-does nobody respect the van? The van is important. What -- What is that?

Sophie: It's lemon-Zest tea. I got to tell you, it's -- It's a little bit -- It's a little bit whiffy in here.

Hardison: It smells like hard work. That's what it smells like. D-- Whiffy

sophie has no idea what hardison does and does not like the van smell. hardison is ready to go off

- - - - -

Sophie: That was some nice things you said at my funeral.

Hardison: Wait. We -- We trust Nate to make sure the plan works. We trust you to make sure we’re all okay.

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Starke: Word is on the street that you run the nastiest crew this side of the Atlantic.

Nate: Well… what?

Starke: Come on. Everybody knows. You robbed a bank and you -- you framed a judge. You rigged a jury to steal a million-Dollar settlement. I hear that you even conned the Irish mob out of a couple of million dollars just this year. Now, that's style.

Nate: That's one way of looking at it.

Sophie: Listen, Nate, if you tell him the truth about us, we're blown

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Hardison: I know this style. This is Chaos.

(computer screen flashes signal found. Hardison grabs his keyboard and heads for the back door of the van)

[Parking Lot]

(Hardison exits his van and a little ways down the parking lot, Chaos exits his van with a laptop in his hands. They square off like an old west gun fight)

Hardison: Chaos. I heard you were in jail. Guess I was wrong.

Chaos: Hardison. I heard you sucked. Guess I was right.

(they eye each other across the lot, their fingers twitching. Abruptly they raise their keyboard and laptop and begin typing while car alarms start going off)

this wild wild west showdown tho

- - - - -

Nate: Okay, now, we know Starke. This guy goes by the name Apollo. I've chased him a couple of times -- infiltration, physical security.

Parker: People in that line of high-risk work tend to be very unstable. We could use that. Write that down.

(the rest of the team exchange glances)

🥰 she’s sitting next to eliot with popcorn between them 🥰

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Hardison: Now, this person here's ex-Mossad, sealed records. Mikel Dayan used to work both sides as a mercenary.

Eliot: Mikel Dayan. I know that name.

Hardison: You were scared to fight a girl.

Eliot: She'd mop the floor with you, Hardison.

Hardison: I don't care.

Eliot: Seriously. She actually killed a guy once with a mop. It's a funny story, actually. (starts gesturing time parker) She broke the mop and took --

Hardison: Eliot. Eliot. (turns back to monitors) Now, this here's Colin Mason, otherwise known by his hacker handle as "Chaos." As... whatever. Hacked the pentagon, the NSA. The CIA computer guys call him the Kobayashi Maru.

Eliot: What the hell is that?

Hardison: None of y'all got that? Seriously?

Parker: Star Trek.

Hardison: Thank you

parker’s reluctant fistbumb I love them + it’s officially canon that she’s seen at least some of the movies

- - - - -

Nate: I tried to say to her I’m sorry, you know, and I don't –

Security: Because, as men, we're taught to hide our emotions. You share or you pay the price.

Nate: Yeah

- - - - -

Mikel: You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?

(Eliot walks forward, taking off his jacket and hanging it on some pipe)

Eliot (in Hebrew): Not unless she hits me first.

(they approach each other and begin to fight, blocking each other until Mikel hits Eliot in the chest, knocking him back. He touches where her blow hit.)

Eliot (in Hebrew): That counts

let me just say I LOVE that they had a woman hitter

- - - - -

Starke: What is going on, guys?

Guard: Motion sensors went off, sir.

Starke: I already checked that out. Everything's secure. And who's this?

Guard: Uh... he just got lost. No problem.

Starke: Sir, you okay?

Nate: Yeah, I’m fine.

Starke: I'm Nathan Ford. I'm with the insurance company.

(Nate gives Starke an irritated look)

- - - - -

Parker: What kind of bird did you use?

Apollo: North American Kestrel. It's small-Bodied, but its wingspan is expansive enough that it sets off the motion detectors.

Parker: I would've gone with the Scarlet Tanager. Similar wingspan, but the brighter colors are more distracting.

Apollo: Yeah. That was my second choice.

(Apollo scrambles forward in the ductwork. Parker also scrambles forward, headed another way)

- - - - -

eliot taking off his shirt too? equal rights

- - - - -

Starke: Now, why would you want to kill Sophie?

Chaos: Come on, Starke. (gathering equipment) I had set up the perfect double-cross, and then you want to go and bring in a new player at the last minute? "Oh, and by the way, guys, that new player is gonna be Sophie Devereaux." There's no way I’m gonna try to out-con Sophie Devereaux! And I hate to break it to you, Starke, but she was the one that everybody was always scared of. It was never you.

- - - - -

[McRory’s Bar]

(Parker and Apollo sit at a table with locks)

Parker: Go.

(they begin picking locks to see who is fastest. Across the room, Eliot and Mikel sit at a table)

Mikel: I can top that. (pulls her shirt aside to show a scar on her shoulder) Frag grenade, Somalia.

Eliot (pulls up his sleeve to show scar on his arm): Myanmar. Sniper.

Mikel: I was a sniper in Myanmar for a while.

Eliot: When?

Mikel: 2003.

(Eliot looks surprised. Mikel holds up the handcuffs and Eliot quickly pulls her hand down)

Eliot: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. We can't have that.

Hardison (walking by): Handcuffs. Y'all nasty

(eliot has a handcuff kink and was probably pegged within an inch of his life that night. I said what I said.)

- - - - -

(Sophie stands looking down at her grave. The headstone for Katherine has been replaced with one for Sophie Devereaux. Nate approaches and stands next to the grave)

Sophie: Starke was right. I'm not Sophie Devereaux anymore. I haven't been for ages. I... you killed her, you and your silly crusade.

Nate: It's just a name.

Sophie: No, they're not just names, not to me. All my aliases, every one of them, I -- I know when their parents died. I know when they had their first kiss.

#leverage #leverage 2.07 #leverage 2x07 #the two live crew job #leverage season 2 #season 2 #notable moments #mine

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Midnight Society

Sixth installation of The Hearteyes Zone, a supernatural series of one-shots.

Under the moon, it was a chilly night. The type of chill to sneak up under your skin and chill your bones. The small party of six gathered at the old abandoned graveyard slightly outside of Wakandan borders where four out of six had voted to hold their monthly story time meeting.

"Happy Halloween," Okoye's mischievous dark eyes flashed in front of the campfire's flame where unmarked graves were illuminated.

"Happy Halloween," the group replied as she looked from face to face. Bright red lipstick was smeared across Okoye's white painted face in a smile. Blue triangles shaded her eyes. Her applied wig was sprayed green and she wore an orange pants suit. Each of the six were dressed in costume and most of them were easy to guess. Baku was Prince the African version in his curly wig, white shoes, purple suit and white blouse. The blouse was new, but he'd already had that purple suit, Okoye noted. Nakia, she was obviously Freddy Kreuger in her striped sweater, hat, brown pants, and bladed gloves. T'Challa however, his costume was unclear. He wore suit and his hair was spray-painted grey. "Who are you supposed to be," Okoye asked.

"My father," he replied, body rigid with pride.

"Tuh," Okoye's sarcasm let out before turning to Erik. "And you are?"

"I'm Rick James, bitch!" His wig read Egyptian to her, but otherwise she couldn't say she knew who that was. "I knew y'all wouldn't get it," his eyes rolled.

"I get it, I've seen the gifs," Eliza smiled as Erik's eyes settled on her.

"I take it you're from a horror movie as well," Okoye asked looking at Eliza's black wig braided into two long pigtails. She wore a conservative black collared dress and black tights with school girl patent leather shoes. "Or a period piece perhaps from Europe or the US."

"The Addams Family. It's a US movie franchise."

Erik smiled.

"Let's start with the story on this graveyard," Baku suggested. "Why here?" It was he and T'Challa who had objected.

"Ah," Okoye smiled drumming on a plastic pumpkin in her lap, she lifted out a handful of fine dust sprinkling it onto the flames. "The story of this graveyard is one that I along with Nakia and T'Challa know very well. It is a place of powerful spiritual activity. Be very careful of what you say here. The dead have been known to be vengeful."

"Umakhulu warned me not to come," Nakia shimmied in gleeful rebellion. "This is the site of the Ugandan massacre that occurred 88 years ago. It was during the ritual of blood and animal sacrifice. The Juju sect had their chickens and cursed medallions with plans to manipulate evil forces in the takedown of the Biju village. But one Juju child alerted his young friend of the Biju and that child spoiled the plans. The Juju was slaughtered mid-ceremony right here.. including the young Juju boy," Nakia spoke unblinking as the camp seemed to hold their breath. "This is blood soaked soil," she whispered deliberately.

"Which is why I did not want to disturb it," T'Challa threw his hand up in irritation.

Okoye kissed her teeth playfully. "Oh calm yourself, we've been respectful. Haven't we, Nakia?"

"No false word has gone forth," she blinked with a sly smirk.

"Well I'm freaked out," Erik shrugged. "I don't typically mess with shit like this, my granny was a Baptist."

"I don't tamper with malevolent spirits either," Baku's lips pursed, expression unimpressed. "This one's a true story," he grinned shining his flashlight onto his round brown face turning it a ghastly pale color. "It was a chilly October night, October 28th. Like today.  Karen Taylor was driving a minivan I think it was.. yeah because she had four children, twin girls and two boys, all under 10."

"Did you Google this?" Erik's brow rose. He'd only been part of the story circle for four months but he knew that the objective was to tell scary stories, not tales of everyday unfortunate situations. "A minivan story?" Erik frowned unimpressed.

"I can't lie, I thought the same when I heard 'Karen'," Eliza snickered gently looking at Baku in still humoured apology. Blinking dryly, he continued.

"So the Korean-American Karen is on the road in America and she's driving to her half black half-Korean sister Stella's house to spend Halloween because it's also Stella's birthday and she typically has a large-scale celebration... Well for American traditions anyway."

"Right," Erik comments reminding Baku that an American is present.

"So, Karen and her four children.. They've gotten three fourths of the way to Stella's home which is in a different city and Karen finally looks up into the rearview mirror to see if the kids are asleep because they've been quiet for a while."

"She just now checks," Erik interjects. "She's a horrible parent."

"Erik.... Shut up," Okoye stares.

"Karen looks at each one of her children who are each in the back but something is very strange. They're all wide awake and watching her closely. Karen is shaken by this uncharacteristic behavior. At first she tries to talk to them to figure out their strange behavior. She even asks them multiple times.. why are they staring? But they don't answer. They don't blink or move. It's as if they're barely even breathing. There is only one thing that they do.. and that is smile. Not the smile of children, but the smile of predators in the wild. They are threatening, mocking smiles. Full of fear, Karen begins to make parental threats. No candy, early bedtime. No videogames. No going out ever. She even threatens to turn the van around. They still stay nothing and the car is eerily silent. It gets so silent that Karen is now deathly afraid. She pulls over on the side of the road and turns in her seat. The children's eyes, they look beady and their blinks... they are synchronized. She tries to force them into talking. She pinches them in attempt to make them move. She watches their chests for them to rise and fall. They don't. Her fear increases. She calls Stella to let her know she's pulled over, but Stella sounds surprised to hear from her.. terrified even. "Who is this," Stella asks. Karen says, "Stella... It's me, your sister," and tells her she's on the way over with the kids. The sister goes silent and suddenly Karen's phone beeps with a message. It's a photo from an unknown number.. of her and her kids. They are playing in the living room of Stella's house. "I don't remember this," Karen said trying to place the day. She checked the timestamp. October 28th. "Okay who is this really," Stella asked before yelling at someone in the background. It sounded like she'd named Karen's child, but that was impossible. "Karen, I'll watch Joey. You clean up after Hannah upstairs." "You betcha," a voice replied sending a chill up Karen's spine. It sounded exactly like her. The kids in the background... they sounded like her own children. "Who is that," Karen panicked into the phone. "My sister and her kids," Stella replied. "Whose this?" Karen looked at her kids in the van. They were all smiling. "Stella... I don't know who is in your house but it's not us. I'm parked on the side of the road." Karen exited and backed away from her van as her children grinned unnaturally, watching her leave. "Stella. Please. That's not me. You had a crush on Greg in 8th grade. He told you you were nice but he didn't see you that way. You cried for two days." There was silence on the line. "Stella, my birthmark is on my left ear."  "Hold on," Stella said. Karen waited and when Stella spoke again, her voice was full of pure fear. "Karen?" She whispered.  "Yes! It's me!" Stella began breathing harder. "Karen if this is really you... then who am I looking at?" The line went dead. "Stella? Stella??" Karen left the kids and called an uber to get to Stella's house. Unfortunately, when she got to her sister's house, no one was there. Karen called all over the house, but nothing. Then she saw it... her sister's dead body on the kitchen floor. She was white as a sheet. The police got involved and determined the cause of death to be murder, taking Karen as the prime suspect. Karen admitted to abandoning her kids on the street, but the police told her that she had no kids. It turned out... she'd never had kids."

"So she was crazy," T'Challa's head tilted in confusion.

"Had to be," Erik added.

"Reports showed sanity," Baku smiled.

"Fake," Erik bleated.

"It's true I read about it in a journal of odd police cases," Baku smirked. "Shuri printed and binded them for me."

"What journal? What's the title," Erik challenged. "See it's bullshit."

"Or do you want it to be bullshit," Eliza whispered conspiratorially, Erik squinting playfully in her direction.

"Bullshit," he mouthed. "I need a beer," he yelled standing from his spot on the folding chair and rounded the circle to grab a craft beer from the cooler.

"He's scared," Okoye mouthed to the group when Erik wasn't watching. Baku nodded, aware, and a small humored smile lit Nakia and T'Challa's face. Eliza smiled, thinking it somewhat cute.

"Why don't you give us a story, Erik," Okoye smiled with her eyes following him back to his seat.

"Hm. Y'all want a story from me."

"It's time," T'Challa smirked. "Wow us with your Americanized ghost stories."

"One dark night, there was a panther and a jaguar. The jaguar beat the panther's ass and tossed him over a cliff, how's that?"

"Your tone.. it's very pointed," T'Challa chuckled, amused. "I do know that story and the panther came back to kill the jaguar. Funny how Americans change the narratives of actual events."

"Funny how you missed the part about the panther getting its blackass beat with a tree branch in a graveyar--"

"Enough you two! Time to pass the sand to Eliza. Eliza, you go," Okoye nodded with eye contact. Erik grabbed the pumpkin tossing his handful of sand before passing it to Eliza whose close lipped smile met his gaze.

Eliza adjusted her black twin braids over her shoulders and looked around the circle before giving the tiniest smile, a look of confidence that had the party members' full attention.

"This tale," she spoke slowly, "Is the tale of six people who did not know that they were not real." Her smile spread, as she grabbed her handful of sand and sprinkled it into the fire. "Three strong men and three fierce women, all warriors, gathered at the sight of an abandoned graveyard on soil soaked in the blood of witches," she smirked watching Baku's brows tilt down. "They called themselves The Mystery Society."

Okoye's eyebrows rose in interest and she looked to Nakia exchanging a glance as Nakia wore an expression of playful scrutiny.

"Every month, the six would meet to regale each other with the most horrible and unsettling stories over a crackling campfire. Interesting right? Little did they know that they themselves were characters in a story, their lives, their thoughts, and every waking moment on display to the eyes of readers."

Erik shrugged while T'Challa raised a brow.

"The thing about this story is that it is actually a true story. Neither of the six truly existed as people. The world that they lived in, was not real.. but a bastardization of the real world based on the interpretation of writers. Wakanda.. was not real, but a mythical country created to house these fictional characters. Even more... Every day the six would eat, sleep, drink, speak, and think unaware of the fact that they were never alone. There was always a pair of eyes watching them in their midst vulnerable and powerful moments. In their so-called secrecy. These watchful eyes could read their thoughts which were laid out on paper, read the words in print as they were spoken, visualize their behavior as they acted out what they believed to be destiny. In reality, the story had already been written, their every move already mapped."

"The fuck," Erik smirked, eyes fixed on Eliza. She met his eyes with a smirk of her own.

"The six were completely unaware of the all-seeing eyes that were there, watching, constantly. When Erik cried alone in an apartment in California before retrieving his father's journal from some type of chest, the eyes were there, taking his side."

Erik's eyes emptied of warmth, a chill in them. He'd never told anyone that.

"The eyes saw when Okoye considered death on behalf of the throne. They witnessed the moment when she put loyalty to a leader above loyalty to her country and cheered when she rededicated her heart to Wakanda. "

Okoye stared crytically.

"The eyes were there when Nakia and T'Challa kissed. When he proposed in the market only to be rejected."

"Who told you this," T'Challa's head tilted.

"The eyes, they saw T'Challa when he almost killed a man for vengeance. For his father's sake and memory. He spared that man.

"T'Challa," Nakia whispered. He waved to show her he was indeed fine, although his face was full of confusion and questions.

"The eyes see it all... M'Baku. When you rescued T'Challa from the snow and didn't take the herb for yourself. When T'Challa spared you during your waterfall fight for the throne telling you that your tribe needed you."

"No one could've heard that," T'Challa said softly looking to M'Baku who looked unsure of what to say.

"Is this true," Nakia inquired watching T'Challa, taking her answer from the silence.

"The six did not believe that they were characters in a book because the world felt real. They didn't know that a writer was constructing their story. Every word they said and every movement they made came from the stroke of a keyboard.. a paragraph of text. The six were only alive in idea and that was the truth that neither of them wished to accept."

Okoye squinted uncomfortably as each of the party members looked at each other, exposed. "Where did you learn this about us," she asked.

Eliza smirked as she stood to her feet. Taking the gazes of the group along with her, she walked backwards avoiding raised sticks in the ground. As she stood amongst the graves, the sky began to cloud and fog came down to wrap her in mystery. Faintly, the outline of ghostly figures surrounding her became more and more clear. Eliza began to raise her arms as the dead walked around her.

The five still seated at the fire, sat completely still, on their guard. Terror was etched into their wide eyes.

"You ask where I learned this," Eliza yelled, her voice projecting. She pointed a finger toward the camp and the decayed body of a young boy marched forward, his feet dragging and twisting to take him where he'd been directed. He had a book in hand which he held out, stopping in front of Erik.

Erik's eyes were wide, shock preventing him from moving initially. Overcoming his body, he raised his hands and his forearms moved. Gingerly, he took the book and the boy turned around slowly, dragging himself back into the swarm of the dead surrounding Eliza.

"As you can see," she smiled, "My dear, I'm already dead. But the dead tell no lies dear friends. Read for yourself your beginning and your end."

The dead turned all at once to face the camp and on Eliza's command, they ran forward. The five stood quickly, raring themselves to fight the unexpected battle with wide eyes and raised weapons pulled from hidden places.

Just as Erik swung his sword and Nakia attempted to plunge her blade into the stomach of a man, the hoard vanished into thin air and fog. There was no one left and Eliza was gone.

What remained was the book. Erik stared at it before deciding to lift the cover.

"Stop," Baku called. "It could be cursed."

Erik hesitated, eyes darting to the dirt and back to the book, temptation teasing him. Baku shook his head when Erik caved, opening the book. He read through the first page. It was a manuscript. A story about six people in a graveyard on Halloween telling scary stories.

"All of our names are in this," he said, incredulous. He flipped ahead.

"It has everything we've said... word for... word," he frowned reading the sentence as he said it.

"What? Let me see," Baku peered over his shoulder seeing his very sentence recorded along with his behavior. He backed away, new fear on his face.

Erik flipped ahead to the end, his eyes going wide. "According to this, at the end of this story, the five never truly accept the truth, that they're fictional characters and nothing is real. It would unravel them." As he looked from face to face, the faces looked away.

"I can't deal with this," T'Challa sighed. "Now this is bullshit. I'm going home."

"I'll go with you," Okoye jumped up.

"Good idea," Nakia followed.

Erik looked at the pages. It was all there. Baku took the book from his hand and closed it gently before tossing it. It flew away a good distance, becoming lost in the trees.

"Don't focus on that," he frowned patting Erik's shoulder. "It doesn't matter. Alternate universes are real, but that does not permit you to stop living in your own. Put it from your mind."

Following after the group who were far ahead, Baku walked forward, stopping to turn back to Erik.

Erik remained in the same spot, eyes flitting subtly in the direction the book was thrown. He was very curious.

However, he understood very well what Baku was saying and the importance of those words. Deep down, he agreed. It wasn't smart to tamper with worlds or even the future. Closing his eyes briefly, he took a step and Baku waited to see what he would do.

Baku watched as Erik took step after step in the general direction of the book, saying nothing. And then Erik stopped.. bent down.. and grabbed the cooler of drinks.

With a knowing look, Erik caught up to Baku whose eyes shined. Silently they met up with the others to leave the old graveyard making a pact to never return.

#original #the hearteyes zone #midnight society #black panther fanfiction

[non-stop-imagines]

Three Floors Up (College!AU Fic) Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!Reader; Bisexual!MJ x Black Fem!OC (Armani)

Word Count: 1522

Warnings: None, just a cute little opening to the story

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A/N: So this is finally here! I have been working in this since I teased it to you guys and even though it just a little introduction for everyone, I hope you all love it. I might make this a series so let me know what y'all think. I literally did research for this like search actual courses at NYU, looked for apartment prices, but it was fun. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

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Masterlist

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You connect your phone to your bluetooth speaker as you prepare to clean your room. Moments ago your roommate, MJ, left with her girlfriend to go get the three of you dinner so you took the time to just blast music and clean. You are currently going into the fall semester of your Sophomore year at NYU where you are majoring in Biotechnology with a minor in Bioethics. You met MJ, who is majoring in Law with a minor in Law & Society, last semester in a Black Women in American History elective class where you two instantly clicked. It was something about her honest nature that drew you close to her. Upon becoming better friends with her, which was a task in and of itself, she eventually shared a with a piece of information that she didn't give out willingly: she was bisexual. When she told you about her sexuality, though blunt, it seemed like at that time she was still getting used to saying it out loud, and the fact that you made her feel comfortable while she began to explore this side of herself was probably the ignitor to you guys moving into an apartment together, because you were the one she wanted to share all the new experiences with. You guys found a cheap one bedroom about 30 minutes from the University in which you have the actual bedroom because she insisted that she wanted her bed in the living room anyway. It took you two from mid-Spring semester through most if the summer working a paid internship in your respective fields along with a part-time job to make enough for the deposit, but it was well worth it. You two do still have to work those jobs to pay for rent and groceries and what not, but in the long run you'll have a place that you two can stay even after you graduate.

   Just as a song was ending you heard the front door open and close so pause your music and exit your room to the sight and smell of chinese take-out on the kitchen counter, but a lot more than the three of you would normally have.

   "What's with all of the extra food?" You ask as you open a box of orange chicken and grab a piece, then smile at MJ's girlfriend, Armani. You always thought she was really pretty, she's dark skin with natural hair to die for, an athletic build that came with wider hips, killer thighs, and a little pudge on her lower stomach, and a beautiful smile that would warm the heart of anyone.

   "I have a friend coming over. He lives three floors up." MJ reaches around Armani and kisses her cheek while she grabs a carton and the chopsticks next to it then makes her way to the couch, Armani doing the same after grabbing 2 glasses and filling them with ice and water.

   "How long has this 'friend' lived three floors up?" You grab the carton of orange chicken and a fork from one of the drawers and sit on a pillow on the ground in between the two.

   "Him and his friend moved in last month. A couple weeks after you two did." Armani answers, then gracefully places some fried rice in her mouth. You look skeptically at MJ, but shake it off and take a bite of chicken.

   "So, what does this friend of yours do?" You stick your finger into one of your space buns and twist a section of it around it in and effort to maintain the coils, then trace the braid leading back to it, letting your fingers gently run over the gold hair cuffs.

   "He's majoring in Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering, uh- he's currently in an internship program with Tony Stark- oh, and he's not too bad looking-"

   "Wait, he knows THE Tony Stark? Like Iron Man?" You face grows a devilish smirk while you raise an eyebrow at this new found information, more for show rather than intended manipulation.

   "Now, you and I both know that you don't care about whether or not he knows Tony Stark. You don't get starstruck like that." You point your fork at her and give her a "Bitch you right" look before taking another bite of food. "I'm just trying to help your hopeless romantic ass." Armani hits MJ's thigh but before your able to retort there's a knock at the door. You get up from your spot to answer the door, taking the precautionary peek through the peephole. All you see are doe-like brown eyes trying to peek through but once the person backs up you see cute white boy with short brown hair and adorably thin lips.

   "If you see a guy with absolutely no lips, let him in." MJ calls to you, earning another smack from her girlfriend. You open the door and attempt to smooth out your pajamas which consisted of Nike Pros and an oversized T-Shirt that was unintentionally tucked in.

   "Hi, I'm -uh- Y/N, MJ's roommate." You shake his hand and step aside so he can get inside.

   "And best friend from what I hear. I'm Peter, by the way." Peter realizes that he already shook your hand so, having no idea what to do with his hands, he places them in his pockets, giving you a dopey grin. His build was somehow simultaneously skinny and muscular, being somewhat thinner than what you would usually want in a guy, but his muscle tone was out of this world, his tight black shirt definitely helping his case. He wasn't to tall, not much taller than you, but at this point it didn't matter. The way he looked at you was filled with such admiration that you're surprised you didn't melt on site.

   "Hey Tweedle Dum, where's Tweedle Dumber?" MJ asks Peter, ducking Armani's hand this time, turning to her and stealing a kiss before looking back to Peter for an answer.

   "Ned had to work. So it's just me tonight." Peter gives MJ a sarcastic grin then turns back to you.

   "Uh, what would you like Peter? You can claim teriyaki chicken, beef with broccoli…" You walk to the counter and turn to face where he was standing. He approaches the counter and grabs the teriyaki chicken, giving you a nervous grin. "You can have the chopsticks." You hand them to him and he accepts then but with slight guilt.

   "Y-you didn't have to save these for me. I don't mind using a fork or something." He tries to hand you back the chopsticks but before your able to insist, you two hear MJ' voice from the couch.

   "She's only doing this because she doesn't know how to use them." Her face stays neutral for a second after calling out the fact before giving you her iconic shit eating grin. All you can do is give her the stank eye then turn back to Peter and shrug because she aint lyin'.

   "Oh, well-uh-okay. I guess that means one day you'll have to learn, and I wouldn't mind teaching you." He chuckled nervously, his voice still containing a bit of a suggestive tone to it before heading over to the couch, grabbing another pillow and setting up on the floor on the right side of Armani's legs.You stood in the kitchen for a moment, not knowing what to do after that smooth offer Peter just gave you that seemed a bit suggestive due to his tone.

   "Hey Peter, do you want something to drink?" You ask as you head over to the fridge and finally look over at him, watching him grab some chow mein from MJ.

   "Do you have Fanta orange soda?" He looks over, but before you got lost in his eyes again you search through the fridge and find two cans, so you grab them both and make your way back to your spot.

   “I didn’t know Y/N was into white boys?” Armani whispers into MJ’s ear, making her laugh a bit as she swallows the food in her mouth.

   “She doesn’t completely have a preference, but the fact that she’s into generic White Boy™ over here is kinda surprising. But I wouldn’t have invited him if I didn't think it would work.” MJ pats herself on the back then looks back up at her girlfriend, who sported a face with could make the hardest of criminals snitch on everybody they know. “Ok, I had know idea that this would work. But look, it is. So, let’s let it.” Armani chuckles at her girlfriend who was being uncharacteristically charismatic, then places her head on MJ’s shoulder.

   Peter thanks you as you hand him his soda, giving you another sweet grin, then silently offers you some teriyaki chicken, in which you graciously accept by grabbing some and putting it in your carton. You do the same but he decline, which leads to the entire group distributing food until everyone had a good amount of each thing so you guys can finally begin watching your movie, once you decide what movie to watch, of course.

Part 2

#black reader #marvel imagine #peter parker imagine #spiderman #peter parker x reader #tom holland #peter parker x black!reader #college au #spider man: homecoming #spiderman imagine #mj imagine

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

She’s Not Afraid (Girls Talk Boys part 21)

She's not afraid of all the attention She's not afraid of running wild How come she's so afraid of falling in love She's not afraid of scary movies She likes the way we kiss in the dark But she's so afraid of f-f-falling in love 

A/N I’m afraid to post links on these now, but you can always message me. I’m still trying to figure out how to do a masterlist

“I can't believe Camille is making us do the shopping” Cher grumbled as they pulled up to the store.

“You lot are the ones making her cook on one of her busiest weeks of the year, whatever that means.”Ashton came around to open her car door for her. That was something Cher didn't know guys did in real life.

Ashton grabbed a cart and Cher pulled up the shopping list Camille made on her phone.

“She really could've ordered this online.” Cher was still pouting.

“I'm pretty sure she just wanted to get everyone out of her hair.” Ashton chuckled. “She even chased Cal away so she could work.”

Cher huffed pouting until Ashton came up beside her. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before murmuring in her ear.

“If you're a good girl today I just might reward you”

Cher felt her irritation vanish and she brightened up anticipating what kind of game Ashton might have in mind.

“Ok let me see the list.” Ashton took charge. “Potatoes, carrots, onions, and celery”

“Celery?” Cher made a face. “So gross”

“How can you hate celery” Ashton was amused.

“Celery is evil.” Cher put the veggies in the green cloth bag. “Any other produce or are we done with this one?”

“Yeah a bag of cranberries, two oranges, a lemon, 2 limes, and 3 green apples. What's with the different color bags?” Ashton was a bit puzzled.

“They're reusable so yay there's that.” Cher gathered up what she needed. “They are color coded so we know what department we need and where it goes in the kitchen. Green for produce, white for dairy, brown for deli meats. See these are insulated so everything stays cold. I can tell you we can skip the meat department because I don't have the yellow or red bag.” Cher checked the bag that held the bags.

“Did Camille come up with this?” Ashton asked clearly amused.

“She came up with the color system because she's paranoid about cross contamination. If you ever get that bitch started on e coli I will walk straight out of the room and leave you to your lecture. Once you get used to it it's really efficient.” Cher shrugged. “Ok baking stuff.”

She headed down the aisle.She grabbed the usual, flour, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg and then a can each of condensed and evaporated milk.

“What's that for?” Ashton peeked in the bag.

“She's making a tres leches cake” Cher told him. “Ok it says oil but she isn't specific so I'm gonna get what's on sale. I never knew there were so many kinds. Coconut oil, peanut oil, sesame oil, almond oil. Wait isn't they what they used for our massage that day?”

“Let me see” Ashton stepped up behind her grabbing her hand with his as he pulled the bottle closer. For just a second he pressed his body into hers. It happened so fast she thought she imagined it except for the shiver that shot down her spine.

“Mmm maybe don't remember” Cher jumped at how close his voice rumbled next to her ear, but when she turned around he'd backed off and was studying the shopping list.

Cher frowned, perplexed but decided to keep moving. Ashton didn't stop. He kept touching her in little ways. His hand pressed just below the small of her back as he reached past her for the green beans. Little traces from his fingertips along her arms and wrists when he took the shopping list from her. “So what was your thanksgiving like as a kid? I know Cam has the big crazy family, but you don't talk about yours.” Ashton asked trying to make sure he didn't get sugar free Jello.

“Mom usually didn't cook. She did one time when we were teenagers and forgot to tell us. We didn't show up and she hasn't let us live it down yet.” Cher told him.

“You only have one brother right? Camille has two?” Ashton couldn't quite remember

Cher nodded. “A couple of times when we were in foster care we'd go down to the City Rec center and they'd have a big meal for all the kids in the programs. The food was actually decent and we always got a little present.”

She dropped a bag of pecans she was looking at. Ashton practically dove to pick them up the back of his hand brushing against her bare calf.

“What was that” Cher jumped at the touch.

“You dropped the nuts. You gotta be more careful with those” Ashton responded off offhandedly with the tiniest smirk.

“Mmm hmmm” Cher hummed her mind wandering.

“Are we getting a turkey?” Ashton motioned to the crowd forming around the employee bringing out boxes of birds.

“Nah, she ordered prime rib and a turkey breast from a butchers shop. I think she sent Calum to get that.”

“How do you like your new roommate” Ashton teased her.

“He's not over at our house that much really. They've almost got a schedule. Sunday night he comes over for football but doesn't stay the night because Camille works her ass off on Mondays. Tuesday is their day together usually at his place. Friday is date night. He bought me some kick ass noise canceling headphones so we're all good.” Cher shrugged.

She stopped abruptly when she saw a display for green bean casserole. Ashton, trailing behind, ran right into her. As he stumbled, catching himself by grabbing her arms, Cher felt the faintest touch of his lips against her shoulder. Or did she? It was maddening.

They finished shopping and loaded up the car. Cher was hoping Ashton might give her a hint at her reward. Instead he just turned the radio on and drummed his fingers on her knee along to the beat.

Getting back to the house Ashton had to admit the bag system helped in putting the groceries away. He also enjoyed that the kitchen was confined enough that he could “bump” into Cher several times while bending or reaching to get in the cabinets. It was killing him not to grin when he heard her little gasps when he touched her or saw the little glances she threw his way. He wanted so badly to pull her to the floor and take her right there in the kitchen.

He had to be patient. He had to keep her wanting. That was the only way to get what he wanted.

They'd just finished with the groceries when Harry knocked on the door. Cher was surprised to see him, normally he didn't get involved in the work side of the parties they threw. He'd volunteered to get the baked goods because he wanted Cornish pastries and sticky toffee pudding. Camille had agreed if he bought them she'd heat them up and make the sauce. She'd also gotten him to pick up a bag of yeast dough so she could make rolls.

It wasn't until Calum showed up with the butchers bags about 15 minutes later that Camille came downstairs. Cher was always amused when Camille came down from filming looking Hollywood from the tits up and couch potato from the waist down. Cher tossed her a bottle of cold water which she caught and chugged while making her way to Calum at the refrigerator. Camille gave Calum a kiss before greeting the other men.

“Harry thank you for getting this dough for me. I'm gonna make the sauce tomorrow just when these are heating up” Camille smiled at Harry.

“I hope you like the Cornish pastries” Harry grinned at her. “They're not easy to get out here.”

“I'm sure I will.” Camille peeked in the bag. “Ooh you got a chocolate cream pie. Cody is gonna love that.”

Ashton handed Camille a glass of wine.

“Thank you sweetie.” Camille turned to where he was standing next to Cher. “Ashton, thank you, seriously you're the only one I can trust with this.” Camille raised her glass before downing it.

“Guys seriously I have like five more videos to do and then I'm done for tonight. There are three games tomorrow and I have to do player forecasts as well as match up reviews. If y'all could peel and soak the potatoes and brine the turkey breast that would be awesome. I'm gonna finish filming. Give me about an hour and I'll be back.” Camille held her glass out for a refill before heading upstairs. Harry said his goodbyes and Calum followed Camille leaving Ashton and Cher in the kitchen alone again.

“You look really cute right now” Ashton smirked at Cher. He kissed her on her forehead “ok let's peel some potatoes.

Camille was touching up her makeup when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.  Calum entered and hovered by the edge of her bed.

“What's up sexy man” Camille met his eyes in the mirror.

Calum hesitated and Camille saw the frown on his face. She stopped and turned around. “What is it? What's wrong?”

“Well it's just, why did you say Ashton was the only one you trusted with this? You know you can trust me right?” Calum peeked up at her.

“Babe,” Camille stopped what she was doing “Did you want me to put you in charge of helping me plan thanksgiving?”

Calum shook his head.

“Ok so you didn't want to do it. I knew you didn't want to do it. You knew I knew you didn't want me to ask you to do it. If I asked you to do it you probably would've asked Ashton you help you right?” Camille raised her eyebrows and Calum nodded.

“Ashton and I have worked together before putting together parties and we're already talking about what we're gonna do for your birthday. So why don't you tell me what is really bothering you.”

Calum sighed and ran his fingers through his curls. He looked at her with those big brown eyes “it still bothers me that you're close to Ashton.”

“Come here” Camille told him and he crossed the room. “Ashton and I are friends. I'm dating his best friend and he's flirting with mine. You need to get past whatever this is.”

“Have you ever thought about fucking Ashton” Calum blurted out before biting his lip as if that could take it back.

“Of course” Camille shrugged “Luke too if I'm honest.”

“Luke? Seriously?” Calum's jaw dropped.

“I saw him run through the house naked and I've listened to him fuck so yeah Luke too. It was a moment. Both of them. I haven't tried anything. I haven't fantasized about them. I'm going to continue to be friends with your friends. That means Ashton.” Camille reached for the drawstring of his sweatpants.

“What are you doing” Calum's voice dropped lower.

“I think my jealous boy needs some attention so he knows he's the only one I want” Camille hesitated before sucking him off. “Just try to be quiet, please and don't touch my hair”

Thanksgiving day Camille had chased everyone out of the kitchen and had her music blasting. Cher and Calum were only allowed in for brief visits. Ashton had the prime rib in his oven. Luke had the turkey and Camille was baking. She'd made the cranberry orange relish the previous evening while punching down and measuring off her dough for the rolls.

Camille had taken a break to do a live interview on the day's games. Finally with work and the food finished and everyone slightly buzzed they could sit down too eat. Camille sat at one end of the long “table” they'd managed to cobble together. Calum sat to her right. Beside him was Mikey, Crystal, Nick and Cody. Harry occupied the other end with Luke, Cher, Ashton, Tom and Lucy sat in order.

Lucy asked if she could say grace and then during the meal she suggested they go around the table and say what each one of them were thankful for.

Lucy stood up the pre dinner wine making her sway just a bit. “I'm thankful to have such good friends and my sweet baboo Tom”

Tom was next “I'm thankful for my career, my friends and my lovely Lulu.”

Then Ashton “I'm thankful we have new music coming out and that you girls showed up to make the place interesting again.”

Cher stood up “I'm not good at stuff like this. Ok let me think. I'm thankful for my Cody I'm so glad I'm out here with you. Vexxed is taking off and I'm friends with all of you which is crazy.  I've only been here since August but I never want to leave. Thank you Camille for dragging me out here.”

Luke was next “I'm thankful for my band, my Petunia and all the wonderful people I've met this year.”

Harry kept it short. “I'm thankful for finding decent Cornish pastries.”

Cody was more animated “I'm so glad you bitches moved out here. Y'all are killing it.”

Nick mumbled out “My career, um my boyfriend

It's been a good year.”

Crystal got choked up when talking about the past year but she managed. “Michael, for being my rock, my sweetheart, my everything.”

Michael followed that with talking about the adorable kittens they were fostering. “My band is fucking awesome, I have the best girlfriend I'm thankful to just be me right now”

Calum stood up leaned over and kissed the top of Camille's head. He looked at everyone and simply said “Her” before sitting back down.

Everyone looked at Camille. She stood up her knees weak. She didn't dare look at Calum. Releasing a shaky breath she found her voice. “When we moved here I never could've imagined all of this. I can't believe this is my life.” She looked at Calum “I can't believe any of this is real. This isn't supposed to happen to girls like me. If this is a dream y'all better let me sleep because I will hurt the person who wakes me up” She was interrupted by the alarm on her phone.

“Oh shit that's the rolls be right back” Camille ran into the kitchen.

After dinner and dessert most everyone hung out to watch football, have a few drinks and digest. Camille was yelling at the tv. Tom, Lucy and Calum were laughing at Camille. Luke had taken off to meet up with Summer who'd spent the day with her family. Harry, Mikey and Crystal were upstairs in the studio with guitars and gars. Cher wandered out back to find Ashton sitting by himself. She passed the blunt to him watching his fingers and lips as he held it and inhaled. His wrist wrapped around hers and he pulled her into his lap.

“What are you doing?” Che giggled with a sense of deja vu. Isn't this how it started with Luke?

“Giving you your reward kitten” Ashton whispered in her ear. His fingers gripped her hips. This definitely was NOT Luke. Luke had been giggly and shy. Ashton was smooth and very sure of himself.

“Straddle my leg doll, I want you to ride me “ It wasn't a request.

Cher hesitated looking back towards the kitchen.

“Do it now, before I change my mind.” Ashton dug his fingers in.

Cher adjusted herself as Ashton reached up under her skirt. His thumb brushed against her clit making her moan. He positioned her so that as he moved her hips back and forth she could feel her nerves brush against the bunched up fabric of her dress as he jiggled his leg. Cher whimpered and leaned her head on his shoulder. She could feel her orgasm start to build as she rocked back and forth.

“That's it kitten, you look so hot right now.  Make yourself cum for me.” Ashton kissed her neck making a moan escape her lips. “If you're not quiet I'll stop.”

Cher bit her lip and closed her eyes losing herself in the feeling.

Ashton pinched her thigh. “Eyes on me doll. I want you to look at me.”

Her brown eyes met his hazel ones filled with lust and amusement.

Ashton gripped her harder increasing the speed of her movements. He could tell she was getting close.

“That's it, let go baby. I wanna see you cum for me.” Ashton growled.

Cher felt herself tipping over the edge. Ashton watched her face as she climaxed trying not to cum himself.

He held her while she rode it out and then as she

came back to earth.

“Damn Ashton” Cher sighed when she could speak again.

“I told you kitten. It's daddy not Ashton, or next time I won't let you finish”

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The 5th Anniversary

Sorry y'all if there are some mistakes, enjoy none the less

@bisexuallychaotic-dragonprincess

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“I’ve been living in Georgia on my own for a while now, ever since I moved out of my momma’s house when I was eighteen, my dream was to live in a trailer park in Senoia, Georgia, don’t judge me ok, I don’t like material possessions. Anyway, i’ve been planning this since I was sixteen, so fast forward to age 25, i’m a welder and I have a steady income flowing and my dog, Ryeman, and I are healthy and everything is fuckin’ great. I also have a boyfriend whom i love so fuckin’ much, his name is Merle and he’s the light of my dark life. “

5 years ago--

About a few hours into unpacking the moving truck on the first day of moving, Lucas met a very shy man, Daryl Dixon, and his bombastic brother, Merle Dixon. They approached the moving truck with smirks on their faces, Lucas was in the back of the truck, bent over trying to pick up a box.

Once he picked up the one he was looking for, he turned around and headed for his trailers door but was stopped by the brothers standing in his way. The raven haired boy stopped in his tracks to stare at the men for a moment before saying, “Uh, hi, who are you two?”

The brothers stare for a moment before answering their new neighbor, “We just wanted to greet the newbie, ain’t that right Darlina?” the older brother says, ‘Darlina’ thwacks his arm with the back of his hand. Lucas smirks at the nickname, “Ignore my idiot brother, i’m Daryl.” the younger Dixon said gruffly, Lucas smiles at him, “Haha, I don’t mind a little humor, i’m Lucas Yilmaz.” the boy said while scooting them out of the way of the door with the box in his hands.

Ryeman barked excitedly as his owner walked through the door with another box, Lucas set down the box with the other ones on the living room floor. Lucas turns back around to see both the brothers peering inside of the boys trailer, “Y'all can come in if ya want.” Lucas says innocently as he bends over again to check the name of the box real quick.

Merle and Daryl both step inside at the same time, accidentally wedging them side by side in the doorway, they both grunt as they move out of each other’s way to head further inside the trailer.

Merle whistles lowly, “Wow, fancy as fuck.”, Daryl agreed with a small grunt he sent in Lucas’ direction.

“Christ, it’s hot as fuck today.” Lucas said with a grunt, he unbuttoned and slipped off his red and black flannel shirt, his sweaty tattooed torso glistened in the sun that fell through the windows. Both the brothers stare at the boy with a sort of primal hunger in their eyes, “Uh,what’re y’all starin’ at?” Lucas said quietly, peering between the both of them. They both snap out of their stupor and shake their heads, “Nothing.” Daryl quietly said, “Yeah, just admiring the view.” Merle said flirtatiously.

Lucas blushed with a small smile plastered to his face, upon hearing two new voices, Ryeman hops off of the couch and bounds towards the two men, Ryeman tries to nip at their hands but Lucas stops him by grabbing his hips and tugging backwards, “Sorry, he does that to everyone he meets for the first time, bad boy stop it. Go lay down booger.” Lucas says before motioning for his boy to go lay on the couch, he stands up straight and walks between the two men to go back outside to go fetch more boxes.

The brothers look at each other briefly before going back outside to go and help Lucas with the boxes, the eighteen year old boy thanked them before telling them where each box went. Soon they were done sorting boxes, the men were sitting on the couch with beers in their hands as

they watch Netflix on the flat screen tv, Lucas had set it up while they ate some pizza that he ordered 40 minutes ago. “Come by tomorrow if y’all want, id love it if you brought more beer, ‘cause you know you drank all of mine.” Lucas said with a smile as they shuffled to the door,

putting their boots on as Lucas walked over,

“Yeah, we’ll come back here ‘round 11:00 o’ clock at night, and don’ worry we’ll bring some ‘shine to pay ya back for the beer. Ain’t that right, Daryl?”

Daryl nods softly as he chews on the side of his thumb, ‘Aw, cute stim’ Lucas thinks to himself,

when they leave Lucas hops to unpacking the boxes around the room, setting up the room how he had in his mind. By 3:00 AM, Lucas had all of the boxes unpacked and set up in his trailer, all he had to do now is break down the boxes and toss ‘em into the back of his truck. Which Lucas will do in the morning because he is dead tired.

Lucas heads to bed with his boxer in tow, he walks into his finished bedroom and jumps into bed after turning on the box fan that was on his dresser pointed at him, for some odd reason the boy just can't fall asleep without a fan being in his face. Lucas had shed his clothes in his sleep, first came the socks, then the pants and finally the shirt, his tattoo that says *Down Boy* on his side itched so he rubbed the fresh tattoo with the tip of his fingers.

Lucas moans in delight as he took his first bite of cold pizza, it may be night time but Lucas doesnt care, he wakes up when he wakes up. 20 minutes after waking up, he leaned against the stove as he took his second bite, he looked at the stoves clock behind him, taking note of

the time, ‘it’s 11 o’clock at night, they should be here soon.’ he thought to himself.

Right on que,there was a knock on the front door, Ryeman barked as Lucas made his way over to the trailers door. When he opened the door he was met with Merle and Daryl holding two 24 packs of PBR beer and a paper bag with 3 bottles of moonshine, “Shit, y’all i was just kiddin’” he laughed as he moved outta the way so that they could get inside the homey trailer, “Nah, we had to pay ya back, ho-lee shit boy! You really outdid yerself with all the decoratin’.” Merle laughed at Lucas’ face of surprise.

“Thank you, here lemme help ya.” Lucas said as he walked over to grab the boxes of PBR, Merle felt his fingers brush against Lucas’ as he took the box, the boy put the box on the counter then walked over to Daryl and took the box as well,the other man’s fingers brushed against his fingers. “So, what do y’all wanna do?” Lucas says, Merle scratches his chin in

thought while Daryl shrugged his shoulders and bites the corner of his thumb.

All the sudden ,while the men thought of things to do, music started to blare from the neighbors from across the street, Lucas growled deeply, “You gotta be kiddin’ me, it’s fuckin’ 11 o’clock, and they’re blaring fucking music!” Lucas shouted, both Daryl and Merle flinched at the level of volume Lucas used, “Sorry about that, i’ll be right back.” Lucas said as he went down the hall to his bedroom to grab his orange and black 1911 pistol from the nightstand.

Lucas struts down the hall, pistol in hand, to the main area of the trailer, “Ha, I like your style kid, all right!” Merle said while taking out a 9mm pistol out of the back of his waistband, Daryl followed suit with his own pistol and a small smirk on the his face. “Now boys, we’s just gon’ scare them city slickers, ok?” Lucas said with a smile plastered to his face, they exited the trailer and headed across the street to the neighbors door.

They rang the doorbell, they wait patiently as the music turned down a little, Lucas heard footsteps come closer and locks being unlocked, a girl about age 17 opens the door with a preppy air about her. “What.” the girl said with a pissy attitude.

“Turn. Down. The. Music. Before we come in there and make you turn it down.” Lucas said in his serious tone, Merle and Daryl make their presence known by hanging off the boys shoulder. Lucas leans in, “And remember, i know where y’all sleep.” The boy whispers, she gasps before slamming the door in his face busting his nose, “Ah! Fuckin’ bitch!” He yelled at the door.

Lucas punched it, he screeched as pain blossomed in his fist. Daryl and Merle both put their pistols away, one brother grabbed Lucas’ wrist and the other brother grabbed his shoulders and made him turn around to guide back to the trailer. When they reached the boys home, they led him inside and made him sit on the counter as they took care of his wounds.

Merle situated himself between Lucas’ legs so he could ‘take a closer look at his nose’ as Merle said moments before, “Well, they turned down their fuckin’ music so we succeeded in that respect.” Lucas mumbled, Merle smiled as he thumbed Lucas’ cheek, “It’s alright Cher, Daryl and I will take care of you.” The man said comfortingly, Daryl agreed by putting his hand on Lucas’ thigh.

Daryl previously grabbed the medkit by the kitchen sink and set up a small station of medical supplies, he handed his brother a gauze soaked in alcohol, Merle took Lucas’ hand along with the gauze and padded the his busted up knuckles, “Mm, shit that hurts, thank you guys for helpin’ me.” Lucas said lowly, Daryl piped up a bit, “It ain’t no thang, b’sides we wouldn’t wanna let you go in there without backup.” Daryl said softly while he patted and rubbed Lucas’ thigh.

The end of the night went smoothly after the boys took care of Lucas, they drank some ‘shine and watched horror movies while layin’ all over each other. Merle was sitting on the couch with Lucas’ head on his lap, while Daryl sat on the floor with a beer in his hand. Lucas felt something

stiffen near his forehead but ignored it, as he was incredibly tired.

Lucas fell asleep on Merle minutes later with his thumb in his mouth, Daryl looked over and smiled softly before asking Merle to help him carry Lucas to bed, they stripped him to his boxers and turned on his fan before turning off the lights in the trailer and leaving the trailer after saying a few good byes to Lucas and Ryeman.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when Lucas got the call, "Hey son, I wanted to talk to you about my 5th anniversary, I was gonna have a party to celebrate being married to your step mother for 5 years and I was hoping you'd be there." Pa said on the other line, Lucas had a smile on his face the whole time, "Of course! I would love to come hang with you guys for a couple days, can I bring my boyfriend with me?" Lucas asked.

His Pa agreed and made plans for Lucas to come up to Washington State for a few days, maybe a week. They ended the call with a couple of 'i love you's and see ya soon's', Merle was in the shower getting ready for work when Lucas ended the call, "Fuckin' A, if i see Pa im gonna have to see that fucking cunt they call my uncle."

Suddenly the water shuts off, and a naked Merle steps into view, "Who you talkin' to, Cher?" The man asks, "Uh, my uh my pa, he asked me to go to Washington state for his wedding anniversary, I was gonna ask if maybe you wanted to come with me?"

"Of course ill come with you, after all Daddy needs to protect his Little Boy."

Merle comes closer and envelopes his arms around Lucas' broad shoulders, pressing his nude body against his half naked one, Lucas paws at Merle's ass while he nipped at the mans neck. Merle shoved his boys underwear and grabbed his ass with possessiveness.

Merle kisses his boy with passion as he picked him up and impailed him on his cock, "Ah fuck, Daddy please." Lucas whined in between breathes, Merle started to rail Lucas without thinking.

The boy clung to his Daddy like his life depended on it.

Minutes later Lucas is in the shower with an ass full of cum, while Merle got dressed with a smile, after Lucas got outta the shower , he got dressed and ate breakfast with Merle before going to work via his truck, Merle went to work on his bike.

Lucas still doesnt know why Merle has twin lighting bolts on his bike nor has he ever met any of Merle's friends, Lucas thinks hes gonna ask him when he gets home. Lucas arrived at the contracting site with the thought of his uncle in mind. Jared, one of Lucas' friends, confronted him about his gruff attitude when he said hello this morning.

Lucas explains that he has a terrible past and that he has to see the person who gave him a terrible past for a couple of days, Jared understood what that meant and left it at that. Lucss finished some welding projects for Chevy and sent 'em to the packaging area for the roll cage bars to be sent out.

---- end of the day ----

It was around 10 o'clock when Lucas got home, ryeman barked up a storm when he hear the door open, "Hey baby boy, wanna go potty?" Lucas asked his precious dog, the boxer ran out side, pissed and took a shit before clambering up the stairs again to run into the trailer.

Lucas found Merle in bed on his phone, the clicks of the iPhone distracted the man, he didn't even noticed Lucas getting undressed in front of the bed, Merle looked up with a smile on his face, "Hey doll, why dont you get your pretty little butt over here and give me a kiss."

Lucas smirked as waltzes over to the right side of the bed where Merle was sitting, the man wrapped his arm around Lucas' hips, leaning forward a little to kiss the other mans hairy stomach. "Who ya textin'?" Lucas asks softly.

"Mm, Daryl is wondering what we're doing tonight." Merle murmured into his boys stomach, minutes later they settled down and fell asleep on each other with Ryeman at the foot of the bed.

The next day is the day of the flight.

The morning of is when Lucas packs his and Merle's bags, the Dixon brother still slept naked on his stomach while Lucas got ready, the boy stared at the rednecks pearl white ass, Lucas crawls onto the bed, prowling forward as he dragged his tongue along the mans hairy thighs up to his butt.

Lucas bites his butt cheek softly before sitting up and planting his crotch on his ass, "Merle baby, you gotta wake up, its almost time to go." Lucas whines, the man underneath him groans and opens his eyes then rolled over under Lucas.

The boy was still in his underwear whilst the Dixon brother was naked as the day he was born, "Ooh, baby you are as beautiful as a God." Merle praised in his scratchy morning voice, his erection was pressing against Lucas' own.

The boy smiled and softly kissed Merle's lips, "C'mon hon, we gotta get to the airport in time for the flight." Lucas said as he got off of his man, he walked over to their duffle bags and zipped them up before getting dressed in 0.2 seconds then walking over to the front door to set them down until they left.

Merle walked out into the hall fully dressed with his hard on still very prominent through his pants, "Hey boy, c'mere, gimme a little blowie real quick."

Merle said suggested, Lucas complies quick and easy as he walks over to Merle, getting on his knees.

Merle's fly and button was down and undone already Lucas noticed, the boy took Merle's cock in his mouth a moment later, slurping and sucking with fervor, "Ahh fuckin' A, boy yous really into it aintcha?" Merle asked in between breaths.

Lucas did the thing with his tongue that has Merle gasping and using his fingers to graple a fist in Lucas' hair, bucking forward into the warm, wet cavern.

Moments later Merle cums inside of Lucas' mouth while he held his head taught against Merle's crotch. He lets go when he feels Lucas swallow his load, the boys coughs a little before standing up to kiss Merle's lips.

"Come on M, we gotta get on the flight soon, lets go." Lucas said as he grabbed their bags and ran out the door to his truck, throwing the bags in the back of the chevy before getting into the truck, Merle follows Lucas into the truck and starts blasting some sick fuckin' tunes.

They headed for the airport, got there on time and made it through security without any fussing along with getting to their gate just before they called for people to get on. Ten minutes into their flight is when they both got comfortable enough for the 4 hour filght ahead of them.

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Survey #195

i’m fighting to stay up and see the blood moon but i am already ready to fail at 9:30 lmao.

What’s the first website you go to when you log onto the computer? Usually KM. Does your house/apartment have a bathtub or just showers? It's both. Where are your birthmarks? On my right forearm and the left side of my stomach. When’s the last time you found something unexpectedly? The closest occasion to come to mind was when I was inches from crawling into fox intestines... yeah. The grass was just high enough to hide them until I was RIGHT there. What do you call your grandparents? Grammy. What color was the last scarf you wore? Idr the last time I wore one. I never do. Is there at least one ex that you can still trust? Girt. Are there any celebrities who live fairly near you? Not to my knowledge, and it's very unlikely. Have you ever gotten love and infatuation confused? Maybe? When and where was the last time you took a picture of yourself? Months ago. Is there anything that you want to do, but you won’t do because you’re too afraid? Skydive. Who was the last person to yell at you? Mom. What’s the longest amount of time that you’ve spent away from your home? We were technically homeless from I think early February '17 to some time in April (we all "lived" with people I'm immensely thankful for), so that time. Did the last movie you watched have any emotional affect on you? No. What motivates you to go to school? I absolutely refuse to live my own independent life as I've known it so far with serious financial instability that, since being a teenager and truly understanding, has made me want to rip my hair out. Don't for a single moment be unappreciative of knowing you're having a home next month, a working car, insurance, and I'll just stop before this ruins my mood. When was the last time you heard someone talking about you? With certainty, Mom and Nicole, but that was months ago. Are you embarrassed to bring people into your bedroom? No, I like my bedroom, just not the fact how tiny it is. When was the last children’s birthday party you attended? My nephew's. Are you good at reading other people’s body language? I think so. If you’re sick, do you go to school or do you stay home usually? I'm not in that position now, but when I was in school, uh yeah, I begged Mom to let me stay home. Honestly I could just barely be feeling sick and I'd try to stay home. Yeah, I loved middle-high school. Shit, I think I gave Mom trouble in elementary, too. Does chicken noodle soup really make you feel any better? I wouldn't know, I don't like it. What’s one meal that you like to eat whilst sick? A meal, idk, and it also depends on what kind of sickness we're talking about... but with anything, I never eat much or anything heavy. Have you ever set out to ruin someone else’s day? No. Well, I don't really know if I count that impulsive "guess who's going to the ER again" shit, just because I don't remember if that was a motive to just ruin his day, and it also wasn't planned? But I know I intended it to hurt initially at least because I wanted to know he cared, so... Make your own judgment on this one. What was the name of the last board game that you played? I rarely play 'em because I just don't tend to enjoy them almost at all. I don't recall, but I'm sure it was something with Girt; we usually play them when he's here. Do you like to give people a taste of their own medicine? No. Well, if I don't dish it out. I don't believe in karma, but I think it's normal to have a "how does it feel now?" reaction when someone experiences the wrong they've given to others. How was the service at the last restaurant you visited? I don't recall. In a car, air conditioning or roll the windows down? I strongly prefer AC. What type of personality do you find most annoying? Over-the-top judgmental and condescending, but especially egotistical. Do you give any consideration to what’s said in your horoscope? Absolutely zero, and I admittedly find ignorance and gullibility in you if you do. I'm generally super, super open-minded, but. Having faith in the horoscope is a weak point there. Have you ever done cocaine? Wow no. Has anyone ever called you a whore? I don't believe so, excluding jokes with friends and such. Are you the oldest child? The youngest? In the middle? Only child? The middle of my "full" siblings, second-youngest if you count them all. Has anyone ever told you that you have a cute nose? I actually think so? When was the last time you wrestled? Probably with Jason playfully, so years ago. Do you like your first name? I do. Whose car were you last in? Mom's. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? It has been twice. First time, the damn hole closed while I was in the hospital (I had to take them all out, and four piercings total closed, yay), so I got it redone. What was the last reason you went to the doctor? Therapy. What can’t you wait for? Going back to school or getting a job I don't hate. Have your parents ever smoked pot? I don't think so. Do you like scary movies, what was the last one you watched? With who? Yes. Last year's Halloween with Mom. Is there someone you know you should hate but you can’t? I believe I have enough reason to hate Colleen, but I don't think I feel that strongly enough to, especially as yes, she did wonderful things for me too, but I can't forget the many reasons of why I questioned our friendship. I think I just strongly dislike her. Do you take walks often? I can't thanks to my damn knees mixed with my current, lovely sweating situation. I can't walk here anyway, we live on the side of a decently busy street. Do you like Subway? Sure. When’s the last time you said you were fine, but really weren’t? Idk, I've learned to not do that. If your boyfriend or girlfriend cheated on you, would you take them back? No. Has someone ever called you at midnight on your birthday? Maybe? I know at least texted. What is your favorite fruit? Strawberries. Are you fascinated by outer space? I'd love to see a person say no to this. What’s a fun website you recommend? Nothing surprising or new... Do you answer your phone when it’s a number you don’t recognize? Sometimes. Through VR, the person working with me has really emphasized that I have to learn to when you're out trying to get a job and such with how you'll be receiving calls. Do you like spontaneity? It really depends, but in most situations, I think no. Do you have dreams that you’re not giving up on? I absolutely refuse to. Do you have hope for the future? Some days. Not as much as usual of the late. Are you optimistic? No, I'm a realist. Do you think your hair looks better up or down? It's too short to be put up. Do you like bare trees or green-leaved trees better? Autumn trees. Between those two, probably bare, I guess. Do you love your hometown? Yeah, having the Bloods gang try to break into your house, having eggs thrown at your window, drugs being easy to access, and former criminals walking right down the streets, yeah, it was great. Do you dream of decorating a house someday? Well yeah. It wouldn't feel like home if it wasn't personalized. What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? I hate you and your barbarous ass more than I care to describe. :) Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? Never been on one in the first place. Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? I don't like green much, but I love orange and pastel blue... eh, I dunno what to pick. Is there anything you’re saving up for? A shitload of things. Know anyone with a really annoying laugh? FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? I learned recently my grampa was in the navy for I believe two wars. Idr on Mom's side. Would you make any changes to your current bedroom? Ugh, change the color of these walls, please. Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you? No. When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle? I haven't been on a bus in years, but back when I went home with Jason, we sat in the back with a few of his friends. If it was of my own volition now, uh. Probably the middle. Are you normally a person to tell people off? No, but BOY will I if you give me a damn good reason, particularly if the person has hurt a loved one. Do you currently have any bug bites? No. Have you ever gone to see a movie just to make fun of it? No. When you listen to a new song, do you usually play it over and over? y e s Ever been to a REAL metal show? Not yet. How much time do you spend on the computer? Better question is how much time am I not. How do you feel about Motorhead? Loads of respect for our late Lemmy as an icon in the metal community, but I don't know many of their songs. Like every human being at least, "Ace of Spades" I love and is a BANGER. I'm actually not a big fan of Lemmy's voice, but I can overlook the singing for the overall sound of the song, for example, Megadeth for me. What words or phrases do you tend to overuse the most? "Fuck," "shook," "rip," "fite me," and "don't @ me," lol. I am an adult y'all. Is there anything in particular that you’re shy about? Above all, talking about things in particular that I really enjoy/am passionate about, RP being the main one. You will probably never see me more uncomfortable than when explaining/talking about that with 99% of people. Classic rock love ballads: totally cheesy or totally awesome? GIMME. Are you more kinky or conservative? Well I wouldn't really know, I've only ever done "normal" things. I don't think you'd know unless you tried something. What color is your pillowcase? Both are brown. What’s the weirdest way you’ve ever pulled a muscle? Uhhhh. I don't know. Would you consider yourself rebellious? I both do and don't for varying reasons. What’s your favorite symbol? (i.e. the pentagram, the cross, etc.) I'll just consider "real" ones, as my first contenders were all from fictional media, lmao. I genuinely like pentagrams, especially when designed in cool ways. What methods are most effective for you when you’re trying to relax? Deep, rhythmic breathing. I recommend it to absolutely anyone in an anxiety attack or something of the like. I believe it's actually proven to work, and at least to some degree, when I do it correctly and long enough, it works miracles. Here's a really helpful gif I trained myself with: https://thumbs.mic.com/MTc0NWZkOWM5YSMvYnhwRHF6Y2JLcUVuOVZGNUV5d1BST3Q0TU1ZPS9maXQtaW4vNzYweDAvZmlsdGVyczpub191cHNjYWxlKCk6cXVhbGl0eSg4MCk6bm9fdXBzY2FsZSgpOmZvcm1hdChqcGVnKS9odHRwOi8vaW1hZ2VzLm1pYy5jb20vZnh1NWxjNGh2d2RseXdwYmdobDU2YnV2ZGp1a2VqbXd5YnhpZXYxanRmaGlvZGNhcWtpaXR5d2N5NWFlc2dlNy5naWY.gif Are you any good at making the infamous puppy face? I wouldn't know; I probably haven't done that since playing around with Jason years ago... if I even did then, and I've changed a lot physically. Would you rather date your opposite, your 'twin’, or someone in between? In-between. Are you a moaner, a screamer, or totally silent? Moaner that tried to be really quiet because I was so paranoid we'd either be heard or I'd be too loud and miss someone coming home or something lmao. I was so scared of that happening that I always decided we had to stop if I was starting to feel like screaming. What documentary topics interest you most? Wildlife. Is there currently someone you want to get closer to? A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE. Do you take any medications that make you nauseous? Not anymore, anyway. When I started Latuda, it was rough sometimes, but I've been on it long enough to where it no longer bothers me. Do you ever make up your own words? No. Do you have any nicknames that are actually true about you? No. How many videos do you have favorited on your YouTube account? I believe the max where I believe it has to remove old ones lmao. I used to favorite like, any video I liked, but now I use it true to term. When did you have your last 'facepalm’ moment? I did that not long ago, but I don't remember why. Has a boyfriend or girlfriend ever nicknamed your, erm, 'privates’? No, and I don't particularly want anyone to. Do you know anyone who has carpal tunnel syndrome? Myself, actually. I knew I would develop it eventually with how much I've typed since before I was even a teen. My mom has it, too. Do you like raisins? NONONO When did you first kiss the last person you kissed? June last year. What are some of your favorite cities you’ve been to? Literally the only serious "city" I've been to is Chicago, which was great. Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? (assuming you want any) Don't want kids, but hypothetically, it would depend on their maturity level. What’s something about adult life you were never warned of or prepared for? Uhhh idk, but mostly because it's not like I act like a "real" adult... No job, no car, no real adult decisions to make, and Mom handles anything else I can think of. Did your parents teach you proper table manners when you were growing up? As kids, yeah, common sense ones and not putting your elbows on the table. Which I find super stupid and haven't done in years. I only rarely put a napkin on my lap, really just if my grandma's here or I'm eating something actually messy. Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? Pinterest, and never for something I care about. I need to turn them off. What is the minimum age to obtain a driver’s license in your state/country? 16. If you won the lottery, do you think any of your family members would ask you to give them some of your money? I'm torn between Mom or not for various reasons on both ends... but I'd help her out regardless. What is the craziest thing you’ve seen happen at your workplace? N/A Do you own any home automation gadgets like wifi thermostats or wifi bulbs? I don't think so? What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? Dark Souls lmao. What would you do if your ex contacted you? I. Don't really know. I know for sure I'd be closed-off as fuck, examining every blink the dude did. I'd maybe be open to having an acquaintance-level "friendship," but that's it, and I don't know if I could ever stop being aloof. Last time you had anal sex? (if ever) Never, doesn't sound appealing to me. Ever tasted a flavored condom? No. Are your parents wealthy? Lol no. Dad's I believe middle class, but Mom? Have you ever asked someone out? Yeah. What products do you use in the shower? Shampoo, body wash, a facial cleanser. Do you like Swedish Fish? Noooo, they've always been one candy I just don't like. What movie can you watch over and over, and it will never get old? Idk, I don't really re-watch movies anyway. What was the best movie you’ve ever seen in theaters? Idk. Have you ever eaten with both fork and spoon, at the same time? I don't believe so. Have you ever watched a needle go into your own skin? I always do when I'm able to. I like to know exactly when it happens. Have you ever seen someone get a piercing/tattoo? Yeah. Do you know someone that is mute, deaf or blind? Ashley's legally blind in one eye, I believe her right. Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair? I've never been confined to one. Does weed smell good? Or no? Nooooo no no. Have you ever regretted letting someone go? Megan. Well, did I really "let her go," idk. How long was your longest make out? Like, all night on/off. Who made you laugh last? JackSepticEye. I'm watching like, every YTuber I like play the demo of the RE2 remaster. HYPE for that game. Never played the original, so seeing it new and realistic as hell will be nice, plus I'm a hoe for Leon. Ever liked someone who treated you like crap? Was the way Jason treated me after the break-up justified, idk. Which is harder, walking away from somebody you love or coming back to somebody who has hurt you? Walking away. What’s one question you hate being asked? Thankfully no one who doesn't need to know asks, but don't ask for my weight please. Did you make a wish on 11-11-11 at 11:11? No. Has anything exciting been going on in your life? Ha ha. What’s the last question you’ve been asked? (Not counting the survey.) Uhhhhhhh. Something from Mom, idr. Do you know any neat card tricks? No. Have you ever had a dream of someone you know harming you? Dad, in a lot before and a long time after the divorce, and I actually had another recently where I woke up and screamed. Idk why I had it, considering my dad and I are good. Do you have nice legs? I absolutely hate my legs. Do you collect postcards? I don't even go anywhere to, my friend. What kind of flooring does your house accommodate? Wood, carpet, and tile. Do you look good in shorts? I WOULDN'T DARE WEAR SHORTS. I hate my legs, remember??? Do your parents ever try to tell you what or what not to wear? Sometimes when we go out to certain places, Mom claims whatever I'm wearing isn't "formal (enough)," but I sincerely don't care in most cases. Have you ever held a tarantula? Yes, a rose-haired female. She was cool. <3 Do you have a dog tag necklace? No. Has a boyfriend’s brother ever hit on you? No. Who would you pick if you had to pick a celebrity (female) to kiss? In a case where we're both single, uhhhh, fuck. Maybe Suzy Hanson because goddamn she is a goddess inside and out I stan a queen. Now what about male? Same rules as above, be fuckin' prepared Fischfuck, he gettin' more than a kiss lads 'n lassies. Do you enjoy folk music? No. Does it make you nervous when you see people throw their children in the air to catch ‘em? To a degree. Do you own a locket? No. Have you ever seen a manatee in person? (they’re adorable) No. Mom swam with them a looooong time back, before she had me or my sisters I think, and I am ENVIOUS. Does anyone get your hand-me-downs? Not anymore. Does your mom still give you an Easter basket on Easter? She didn't last year for I believe the first time. What kind of dressing would you like on your salad? Inject the Olive Garden dressing into my veins. Have you ever stolen anything without intent? (walking out of the store with something in your hand, etc…)? I don't believe so. Are you good at Sudoku? I haven't played that in years. I used to be. Have you ever stayed in an unhealthy relationship just because it was easier than ending things? No. If you were diagnosed with a genetic disorder, would you still have biological children despite risking passing the disorder on to them? I don't want kids, but hypothetically, I guess it would depend on the disorder. What's the longest song you know all the words to? Ohhh not sure. I could look on my iPod, but don't feel like it. What is the greatest source of anxiety for you? My totally stagnant life. What's something you could endlessly rant about? Ha, so much... At this current time, probably the cancer that is the anti-vaxxer community. What's something you could passionately talk about for hours? Mark, meerkats, and Silent Hill. Do your parents still live in the same house they raised you in? No. Do you know anyone who got pregnant as a teen and dumped the baby on their parents to raise? Probably. What would you do if your own teenaged child did that? Again, don't want 'em, but I'll be hypothetical. I would be fucking irate, and quite honestly, I'd probably end up putting it up for adoption if her ass tried that. Maybe my answer would be different if I actually had a daughter and thus the connection to her own child, but idk. It's hard to answer this question when you don't want kids. What's a place you have a strong emotional connection to? My hometown. We essentially never drive past it, but seeing my childhood home gives me this nostalgic-as-fuck feeling. What is something that you feel you are destined for? I don't believe in destiny. If you could form only one thing with your mind whenever you wanted, what would it be and why? Money, for obvious reasons. If you could control any form of liquid, which one would you want to control and why? (liquid water, frozen water, mist, blood, sap, etc) Blood would of course be coolest, but uh. Liquid water would probably be most useful. If you could have the power of any animal (you don’t transform into the animal, just obtain its abilities), what animal would you pick? A bird, I guess. Would you be willing to merge/fuse with someone else if you got cool powers to go along with it? No.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

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A New Lease on Life - 10: Mercy

----------------- 10: Mercy       -----------------

Reader challenge: During this chapter, Mercy teases Amber about Donnie, and their dialogue is inspired by a quote from a particular movie; name that movie! This chapter dedicated to best friends, making life miserable AND worth living.

Warnings: the usual, bizarre humor, some sensitive topics dealt with in a less-than-sensitive manner

 Suggested listening: RUSH, "Madrigal"        

Central Park, February 16th, 2016, evening    

Tearful reunions are always awkward to witness. This one, Donatello realized almost squirming in place, was no exception.

What began as a simple walk through the park on their way back to the lair was interrupted by the appearance of a well-known panhandler—a panhandler Amber knew and was effectively drenching in frustrated tears. 'Does she always cry this much?' he wondered in concern. If she was being extra teary from trauma, that would be understandable, but if she was just naturally a crier…He shook off the thought. What did it matter if she was a crier? Even if she were to cry less when she got her issues under control, there was a 99.9% chance he'd still be drowning in the Friend Zone.

"Mercy," Amber croaked into the woman's saturated and filthy shirt. "How? When? Why?!" Finally, Mercy Ross shoved Amber back for some space.

"Hey," she chastised. "Get a'hold'a- yourself!" Amber settled back onto her heels, hurt. "First off, why should I believe ya? How can you be Amber O'Brien? Ya look nothin' like'er!" By the time Amber had an answer, her cheeks were dry.

"Dark of the Moon," she answered seriously. "My favorite poetry book, the book I never could convince you to read, an' the book I died protecting." Sure enough, Mercy's denim blue eyes widened in shock; point proven. "What proof do you have?" Mercy glared back.

"Tri-county Cancer Survivors' Support Group," she deadpanned. "A certain stubborn Scot wouldn't admit she was goin' grey at nineteen, let the whole town think she got cancer, then flipped me off when I tried to help." Sure enough, Amber gave a sheepish grin, and Donatello winced at the blonde's words. Amber told him early on that she went grey early - at nineteen - but if this Mercy person was the friend who tried to help...this was going to be messy.

"Yup, it's you a'right,- attitude intact," Amber laughed lowly, clearly unsurprised by the other woman's attitude or harsh words. "So, any idea how ya got here?" Mercy shook her head, her filthy ratty hair barely even shifting.

"Not really." She glared a hole through the dirt before her. "Las' thing I knew, I was drivin' home after…" She trailed off, avoiding Amber's eyes. "…after yer…funeral. I…I lost control'a the truck." Of course, she lost control of the truck because she was crying too hard to see a damned thing, but Amber didn't need to know that. "I woke up in the fuckin' Twilight Zone, an' next thing I knew, I was under a bridge pukin' my guts out. Lil' while after I heard a big ruckus nearby—Turns out it was New Year's."

"Wait, wait," Amber interrupted in disbelief. "Back up—you've been in this world since New Year's Eve?!" Mercy nodded, puzzled. "Donnie, when'd y'all find me in the underground?"

"January 27th," he answered without hesitation. The date was as good as branded into his memory—the date he arrived too late—the date Kimber died. "You died first…but Mercy arrived first…How's it possible?" With every word, he digressed more and more into a constant stream of half-mumbled jargon that neither woman fully understood. Every once in a while a familiar word or two would catch their attention, but for the most part, both were hopelessly left behind.

Amber wrenched her attention away from the brainstorming ninja, sure she was blushing. He had yet to lose himself in this sort of behavior around her, and the sudden occurrence made a small girly part of herself want to squee and glomp- him. It was only natural, she reasoned with an aloofness she didn't really feel, intelligent men always made her weak at the knees. Donatello was beyond intelligent—he was so far beyond intelligent that even 'genius' seemed an understatement.

"Yer kiddin' me, right?" Mercy deadpanned. Sure enough, Amber blushed hotly, forcefully avoiding eye contact with the pacing turtle. "Jeez, I'm'onna hork."-

About an hour after they first discovered Mercy in the park, the trio crept through the sewers guided by Donatello's flashlight, one blindfolded with a handkerchief and supported by another. Mercy was even weaker than he first believed, and after a much more thorough health scan, it was obvious that she was going through some majorly dangerous withdrawal symptoms. The blonde never said a word about it, though, so he held his tongue…for the meantime, at least. It could wait until later…for now, he still had to figure out how he would explain the extra guest to Leo…and Splinter.

A barely noticeable rustling at their backs was his only warning that time was up. Before he could even push the two women behind him, their pursuers cornered Mercy up against the nearest wall. A flash of red, blue, and orange in the otherwise dark tunnel was enough to calm his protective instincts; it was only his brothers, but Raphael seemed intent on getting in Mercy's face now that the blindfold was yanked down. There went all his attempts at keeping the lair's location a secret, Don thought with a mental grumble.

"Donnie," he rumbled at him, eyeing the tall blonde in open contempt. "Ya gotta tag along."

"Yeah," Don answered weakly, rubbing his neck. "It's okay, she's—"

"Mercy," the blonde answered simply, her eyes wide. Right on cue, Raph came unglued.

"The Hell?!" he snapped at her, one arm flung wide in disbelief. "Why the heck's everyone always assume we're gonna hurt'em?! We ain't done nothin' wrong, an' ya still think we' da bad guys!" Even as he practically bellowed in her face, though, Mercy showed no fear. Instead, she grew visibly annoyed.

"I ain't assumin' nothin'," she retorted, her tone almost frigid. "Mercy's my name, Dickwad."

What? Stunned, Raph found he could do nothing but stare at her. Surely he misunderstood her—surely he didn't just hear her as good as deny any fear of them? His hackles visibly lowering, he backed away, staring at her every step. Just as he seemed about to back right off the ledge into the stream of running wastewater, he turned to stalk toward the lair without another word. Every step of the way his brothers and Amber watched him in disbelief, unable to believe what they knew they just saw.

"You just…totally…" Mikey was lost for words and instead tried to communicate his thoughts with vague but animated hand gestures randomly uttered mumbles and whimpers. Mercy was unimpressed.

"Asshole assumes too much," she retorted gruffly as she shoved the blindfold back into place. "'sides, my Mama's cookin's scarier'n he is." Despite the tension, Amber cracked up at the comment; she knew exactly what Mercy was referring to. As the two women tossed friendly insults and 'remember whens' back and forth, the remaining three brothers led the way to the lair. Clearly, there would be a lot of inside jokes on the outside for quite a while—terms like 'the noodle incident,' 'gooseberry gastritis,' 'straw-pie,' and 'hedge-apple tag' were already being lobbed about like sports plays with no real explanation. While the women were distracted, Donnie filled Leo and Mikey in on why Mercy was with them. Leo was clearly concerned. Mikey, however…

"Dude!" he chirped excitedly, nudging Don in the side. "If you're gonna be bringin' back babes every time you go out, you need'a go out more often!" This time, the brain-duster didn't come from one of his brothers, but Amber. "Ow! Sis?!" Though she was surprised at the nickname, Amber forced on a disapproving glare she didn't really feel.

"Mercy's a friend of mine—keep your hands, lips, feet—you know what, just keep everything off'er." Beneath the purple paisley kerchief over her eyes, Mercy flushed slightly, slouching in her steps. Before Donnie could get a word in edgewise between Mikey's whines and Amber's repeated insistences, they arrived at the Lair. Though he reacted with suspicion and anger when they brought Amber home unannounced, Master Splinter just sighed and waved them into his room. As the two women dropped to sit at his table and his sons excused themselves from the room, Donatello caught a sharp, reprimanding glare aimed at Amber and a clipped, terse voice demanding explanations.

When the door finally slid open again, Mercy seemed ready to bite her tongue in two and Amber bore a defeated air about her. As she led Mercy to the bathroom she ducked into the lab for her comb and a pair of scissors, pausing only long enough for a brief explanation.

Splinter was not happy with her, especially after her first attempt at 'desensitizing' herself, and was concerned that she was forgetting her place. She was there because he invited her to be there, not because she had any God-given right to being there. Her near-constant swearing was setting a bad example for his sons, too. Of everything he mentioned, she was surprised he never brought up her revenge prank on Raph and Mikey. Of course, she couldn't find the heart to argue or even disagree—he made very good points. She was getting too comfortable, too casual.

Once the lecture was over, he agreed to let her friend stay with them as well until a better situation could be found, on one condition. Thus was her prior contract with Splinter nullified; she had to seek professional help. As before, she agreed to his terms and promised to abide by them, furthermore promising to try to reign in her language and focus on setting a better example. Before Donatello could object, she collected her basket of toiletries and ducked out the door to the bathroom.

He wasn't sure how long he sat at his desk picking apart her words for hidden meanings. Repeatedly he resolved himself to go discuss the issue with Splinter, to defend her, but something always held him back. Perhaps, he wondered as he listlessly stared at the bare concrete ceiling, it was how she seemed in agreement with their sensei's words? Perhaps she agreed with him and had taken the deal because she felt it was best, not simply so her friend would have a roof over her head? Finally, his decision was made: he trusted his father and he'd trust her.

As he made at least a passable effort at clearing out another corner of the lab for another cot from the Needle Room, he knocked over a small plastic tote sticking out from under Amber's bunk. Hair it read in blocky black writing. It took but a moment to realize its purpose, and he rushed back to his computer. Amber may feel that Splinter's ire was deserved, but he knew having her own hair color back would go a long way toward cheering her up.

"I can't believe ya jus' sat there an' took that!" Mercy snapped from the locked shower stall. "He jus' railed ya out, an' ya agreed with'im!" Over by the long trough sink, Amber stood sharpening a knife she retrieved from Kimber's belongings; fortunately, no one saw her retrieve it earlier and the whetstone made practically no sound.

"He's right, Merse," she answered even as her skin crawled from the sound of the water. "I've gotten careless, an' I ain't been on my best behavior...missed you an' Aaron so much I've been cussin' almost constantly. Jus' leave it be, okay?" For a time, the only sound came from the faucet and Mercy's soft grumbling. Ever more disturbed by the trigger—the sound of rain—Amber finally broke down and started to sing under her breath. "When the dragons grow too mighty to slay with pen or sword, I grow weary of the battle and the storm I walk toward..."

"Don't quitcher day job," Mercy snarked as the water shut off. "Yer still completely tone-deaf."

Mid-snip, a knock sounded at the bathroom door. Mercy turned a hairy eyeball to Amber. "The toilets're walled-in an' the showers're in stalls - why's'e bother knockin?" Amber impatiently yanked her friend's head back to the front and called out,

"It's safe!" Despite her assurances, Donatello inched around the door, visibly relaxing at the sight of Mercy up on a stool with Amber at her back, armed with shears and a comb. "'s goin' on, Dee?" He hovered in the doorway a moment, shifting from one massive foot to the other, but finally approached her.

"I figured you're tired of red hair," he explained nervously, holding out the tote. As though mystefied, she slowly accepted the box from him, never breaking eye contact; Mercy rolled her eyes at some inner realization. "The combination and instructions are inside." It took Amber a moment to fill in the blanks, but when she did, she beamed. Donnie sputtered and blushed as she tackled him, repeatedly thanking him, but it was the peck on the cheek that blew his breakers.

   Red alert! Red alert! System overload, countdown to cerebral meltdown beginning in five, four, three, two…  

Delirious and red as a beet, he stumbled out the door, drifting vaguely toward the empty lab mumbling unintelligibly under his breath. Amber and Mercy watched his retreat, one amused, one bewildered.

"Was it something I said?" Amber asked Mercy, finally turning to meet the blonde's grey-blue eyes. Mercy shot her a 'we are not amused' deadpan and jabbed her thumb at the space behind her; taking the hint, Amber set down the tote and returned to her place, taking up the comb and scissors again.

"Nope," Mercy answered dryly as chunks of matted blonde hair fell all around her; good riddance, she thought. "You just blew his mind, that's all…an' if his brain's as big as you say it is, you may'a just triggered another Chernobyl."

"Hey!" Amber retorted, shaking the comb at her. "I was nowhere near Chernobyl when the meltdown happened, thank ya very much!"

"Only 'cuz ya weren't born yet," Mercy teased back. Amber couldn't help but grin; she'd missed the playful banter with Aaron and Mercy so much it was ridiculous. She couldn't have Aaron, but maybe with Mercy, at least, her new life would be a little easier. Should the words cross her lips, though, she knew her friend would become uncomfortable, so she settled for a more accepted response: insulting her.

"Face forward," she ordered with a smirk and a light slap to the back of the blonde's head. "or I swear ta bog, I will give you the world's saddest mullet." For a while, the only sounds came from the scissors and their breathing. Finally, Mercy broke the near-silence.

"Thanks," she mumbled. "Fer what ya said earlier." It took Amber a moment, but finally, it dawned on her.

"It's nothing, Merse," the redhead answered quietly, trying not to make a big deal of Mercy's words. "He's a bit of a flirt but he means no harm—he jus' don't get 'back off' signals an' he's too pushy. I jus' didn't want you to be uncomfortable here's all." Silence spanned a while longer. "Ya know, your mother's not here…she can't run your life anymore. Maybe you should, ya know, give it a shot…?" Mercy snorted, her eyes dark with anger.

"No," she almost spat. "I don't do relationships—you know I don't, an' ya know why. Dyin' an' comin' back ain't changed that. It's got nuthin' to do with him, an' you know it." Finally, the snicker-snack of the scissors went silent behind her. Amber crept around to face her, gently brushing chunks of hair off of her shoulders onto the floor; sweeping it up could wait a few minutes.

"Yeah, but he doesn't." She anchored the blonde's sunken cheeks in her palms, forcing her to meet her eyes. "Mercy, you know me—you've known me almost our whole lives, and I know where you're coming from. Your mother was a controlling cow—she had no right to force that life on you, no right to keep you all to herself for yer whole life—an' she's gone!" She cracked a wry smile. "Ya got a second chance—a chance at life without the Mother from Hades. She's not here! You can live a different life if ya want…ya deserve a different life, no matter who it's with." She finally smirked. "I gotta warn ya, though, I take my 'best friend' duties very, very seriously. They wanna hurt you, they gotta go through me." Mercy smirked.

"Yeah…like a fist through a paper bag."

"Oi! I resemble that remark!" The two friends laughed a while, relishing the carefree moment. After a few more cursory snips at what was left of Mercy's bangs, Amber turned her toward the mirror over the sink. At first, Mercy's face fell seeing so little hair left, but she stiffened her upper lip. Amber probably would've had an easier time if she'd just shaved her bald, but she knew how picky Mercy always was about her hair. Even so, there was practically none left. The matted blonde locks were shorn away, leaving behind an uneven, poorly executed pixie cut with numerous thin spots…but she didn't look like a hippie reject anymore.

The thought triggered a sad smile. She'd lived in the body of a homeless woman for almost a month, and finally, she simply looked sick and underfed. "Thanks," she muttered, avoiding Amber's eyes. With a gentle smile, the other woman swiped the last of the hair off onto the floor and ducked out to snag the broom. "I got this—get that dye out'a yer hair a'ready. Ya make a shitty redhead."

"NO!" Donatello startled awake, almost falling from his desk chair. When did he doze off, he wondered? And why was Amber SHRIEKING? "Why, why, WHY?! Oh, for the love'a God, WHY?!"

"Oh, Lordy!" Mercy yelped back, clearly startled. "You' gotta be kiddin' me?!" Certain that something horrible had happened—or was happening!—or about to happen!—Don bolted toward the source of the raised voices: the bathroom. On the way there, he almost ran over Mikey, barely missed Leo and Master Splinter, and knocked Raph's plate of leftover pizza from his very hands.

"'ey!" Raph barked, but the genius paid him no heed; he snarled under his breath, shaking his head. "She screams, he comes runnin'—pathetic!" Behind the door of the bathroom, Mercy frantically tried to calm Amber.

"I-It ain't that bad, really!" she insisted to the horrified brunette. "We'll just get some—" Her words fell silent as the bathroom door burst inward, the handle cracking into the wall behind like a fist to a jaw. Too ashamed to look, Amber, stood before the trough sink, cringing and shivering; Donatello stood stock still just inside the doorway, unable to believe what he was seeing. The heavy door swung shut behind him, even as the bathroom's occupants sat still as statues.

Words from a conversation of theirs came back to them as he stared at his friend, struggling to comprehend what he was seeing. It always hit the redheads worst. I wasn't a redhead, but there was enough red in my hair to turn me into a…

"…brown…skunk…" he breathed in disbelief, unaware his own filter finally failed. Not half an hour ago, he handed Amber the key to removing the dye from her vivid red hair. Now, her still-wet locks were a rich, warm brown with obvious streaks of early grey—grey tinted slightly pink from the last remnants of dye still clinging for dear life. Even as she choked before the sink, humiliated and fighting tears, he couldn't speak. How could something as simple as removing a false hair color change her appearance so drastically, he wondered almost wistfully? Before, she was beautiful to him—so lovely and so, so out of reach. Now, with grey streaking her hair, she didn't seem quite so far away. He always knew Amber was far from perfect, but this obvious physical flaw made her more approachable in his mind—she was more vulnerable, and thus, more relatable...and if he was honest with himself, it felt familiar.

Finally, he realized that Mercy was railing at him, one step away from decking him, even, though he didn't know why. Never even acknowledging her, he padded over to stand before Amber; sure enough, her cheeks were stained with tears, her eyes red-rimmed and wet. It was already habit to dig out his purple handkerchief and dab her cheeks dry, but as every time before, she was completely surprised. Had no one ever dried her cheeks before, he wondered? "Hey," he smiled, tucking his knuckle under her chin and lifting her eyes to his. She forced a noisy swallow, physically pulling away and staring down the drain of the sink.

"H…Hey, ye…yerself," she choked out, trying to put on some semblance of a happy face. For a moment, he wracked his brain for a way to work this out—a way to convince her that her 'stripes' as she called them weren't a mark of shame to be hidden. How could he tell her that he wasn't horrified, but stunned? Finally, the words came to him, and they left him in a hushed, gentle voice.

"Amber…your hair's like starlight." 'Mission accomplished,' he thought with no small sense of accomplishment as everything was wiped from her face but astonishment. Wide-eyed, she stared through the sink; finally, she turned to stare at him, her head cocked to one side as though doubting his sanity. "You're beautiful as you are, Braids," he added just before slipping back out the door. "and don't you forget it."

The door swung shut on a silent, still bathroom; Amber and Mercy stood staring at the steel panel door, questioning what had just happened. Finally, Amber broke the silence.

"Did he just…" Mercy nodded.

"Yup," she answered blankly. "He did."

"Donatello just Howl's Moving Castle'd me?" Amber squeaked at her friend, her normally low voice painfully shrill. "For real?!" Finally getting a hold of herself, Mercy smirked back.

"Leave it to you to turn a movie title into a verb," she teased, then added in a sing-song tone, "He thinks yer gorgeous,"

"ACK!" Amber flinched, swatting at her friend.

"He's got a turtle crush!"

"Mercy!"  

"You wanna kiss'im" Mercy taunted as Amber chased her around the bathroom with the scissors. "You wanna hug'im, you wanna love'im—"

"Ya wanna DIE, DON'T YOU?!"  

In the living room, Michelangelo and Leonardo exchanged a nervous glance as various oaths, crashes, and unintelligible shrieks echoed from the bathroom. Not twenty-four hours under their roof, and already they could tell Mercy was going to be trouble.

"Seriously, though," Mercy asked Amber over the dinner dishes they were washing. Despite Donatello's vote of confidence on her greying hair, Amber still piled her hair up in a braid and covered it in a slightly ratty headscarf she found in Kimber's locker. Later she'd do some research on less-obvious ways of covering the grey…maybe. Maybe not.

"Seriously what?" Amber mumbled back. Mercy glanced at her with nervous eyes before focusing too hard on the plate she was drying.

"Ya haven't told'im, have ya? Donnie, I mean." Amber blushed furiously but refused to acknowledge the elephant in the room. "Amber, how long've you dreamed 'bout him? How long've you wished for a chance to do more than dream? You spent your whole life jus' waitin' fer—"

"Angela Mercy Ross," Amber warned; Mercy flinched. God, she hated her first name. "Leave it be. He doesn't need to know, he can't know, and so long as I can prevent it, he won't know, capiche? He just met me—I've known him for most of my life, but he's known me all of twenty days, one of which I was unconscious! He—"

As though the universe were conspiring against her, a subway rumbled past. ‘Nine o'clock a’ready?’ she thought between gasped breaths. Despite the soapy water dripping down her arms, she found her way to the floor in one piece, curled up against the cabinets, and buried her face in her arms, shaking as though she were freezing to death again. Panic attacks, she'd decided, were far worse than having your puppy kicked.

For a time, Mercy just stared, recalling the world they left behind; what she was seeing was nothing new, not since half their town was destroyed. She saw this same thing every day it seemed, from almost everyone—the town vet, the owner of the gas station, the junkies next door, even the chief of police showed the same reactions every time the sirens rang. Children wailed when the skies grew dark, the elderly spoke of 'going home,' even pets and livestock had become thunder-shy. After the first tornado, not one of the cattle on her family's ranch would go out in the rain without being forcibly driven, and her father's old dog Trigger took off during the storm Amber died in…he never returned home. Without a word Mercy dropped down to sit beside Amber, pulling her shivering friend into a protective hug, only a little surprised when the shaking woman clamped on like she was about to be torn away.

   Sirens scream. Winds howl. Storms squall and wail, debris pelting the walls like gunshots. Pipes burst overhead as the fractured ceiling rains fragments of bleached tile, peppering the sodden floors with white and grey. A twisted grin mocks from—  

"Amber." Mercy's sudden speech startled her; grey-green eyes met hers, pupils mere pinpoints from fear and adrenaline. "It's okay…you're safe. I've got you." Time dragged on as Mercy walked her through slowing her breaths and focusing on one single floor tile to center herself, and rubbed calming patterns into her friend's back. By the time the last car was long gone, Amber was calmed—exhausted, but calmed.

"Thanks, Hon," she muttered into her knees, embarrassed. "Now ya know…I'm—"

"Reacting the very same way almost half our hometown is." Amber's eyes shot to Mercy's, wide in disbelief. "As of my last day there, the local counselor was so bogged down she had to call in reinforcements; Oakville Hospital recruited and sent volunteers. Statistics suggested that anywhere from a third to half the survivors have been experiencing post-traumatic stress and that at least half of those will develop PTSD over it." Amber shook her head in denial, unable to believe it. Mercy gave a sad smile. "You're not broken and you're not alone…back home, no one would ever judge you for it."

"My…" Amber choked, trying to force out the words. "Mercy, I didn't—didn't want to ask…but I have to know. What happened to my family? Are they—are they safe? Is Aaron safe? How's he handling…all this?" Not for the first time, Mercy avoided her eyes, held back what she should have spoken. After all, she reasoned as usual, it would only hurt Amber more to hear it. They could never return to Willsdale, and if Amber was anything like most of their neighbors, she was suffering from a heaping dose of survivor's guilt.

"Yer whole family made it," she answered; there was no need to hide it. "My father was injured when he tried to save the cattle—the shed caved in." Fingers clenched in the jersey covering her thighs, and Amber covered one with her own. "I wasn't there…he died of'is injuries before they could dig him out. Ma broke down—insisted we sell the livestock an' the ranch, or what was left of it, and move away. We were living in a hotel when…you know, happened. She didn't come."

"Of course not," Amber retorted, trying to lighten the mood. "I was the big bad bestie who stole away her baby Angie and corrupted her with my Scotch an' humor."

"Yer Scotch is shit."

"Yer face is shite. What about Aaron?" Mercy took a deep, steadying breath, reminding herself what she had to do. She laughed, grinning at Amber though the smile burned with falseness.

"He's great, actually," she almost chirped. "Moved in with Ma Willis, adopted every stray in the neighborhood, spends his days workin' in the fields an' his nights annoyin' the old folks…nothin' new, really. He bounces back pretty quick, ya know."

With that one smile, any thoughts Amber had about Aaron contentedly living on without her were proven false; Mercy was always a horrible, horrible liar. Though she now knew for certain that Aaron was in trouble and not handling her death well at all, she gave no sign of it, returning Mercy's smile. As the two returned to their chore, she elbowed the blonde with a mischievous grin. "So," she stage-whispered. "Did I tell ya he got drunk an' tried to milk the wrong cow?"

"Amber!" Aaron mourned in the brunette's dreams as she was forced to witness, present but voiceless, heartbroken but helpless. "Why'd you have to leave? Why couldn't it have been ME?!" When he finally left her dreams, they were invaded by Donatello; sometime during the witching hour, he confronted her, perching on her bed with a glint in his hazel eyes.

"How long, Amber?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. "How long have you hidden this from me?"

Sleep, it seemed, would always be a rare commodity in this new life.

             Words          

- A'hold'a - A'hold of. Basically she's saying 'chill out already. - A'right - Alright' - I'm'onna hork - a favorite saying of Mercy's. Basically means something's so 'disgusting' read 'mushy' that it makes her nauseated. "I'm gonna hork" usually means the same thing as "I'm gonna puke." - Quitcher - Quit your - Squee and glomp - basically means 'emit a high-pitched girly squeal and tackle-hug him.' It's a fan thing. - Why's'e - Why does he

             NOTES          

* 'the noodle incident' - a running joke from "Calvin and Hobbes."

* Gooseberries are a variety of small berry that grows somewhat wild in this area. They reportedly make good pies and jellies, but if you eat an under-ripe one, you'll feel about ready to puke.

* 'Straw-pie' - this is a humorous reference to a RL family member's complete inability to cook. IRL, Granny Chance made my hubby Cold a coconut cream pie but forgot to bake the 'cook and serve' pudding in the filling. It refused to solidify beyond 'runny mess,' took a week to freeze, and Cold wound up eating it with a straw because 'ya don't waste pie.' It didn't make him sick even though it would given normal folks food poisoning - Granny Chance has poisoned us with her cooking for years but he's got a cast-iron gut and we should patent his immune system. :P

*'Hedge-apple tag' - Basically those three idiots were throwing Hedge Apples (fallen fruits from an Osage Orange tree) at each other and calling it a game. Amber, Mercy, and Aaron were a little nuts...    

Notes:   ��    

Just a few fun facts regarding greying hair: most women start seeing their first grey hairs between their mid-twenties and early forties, while those with highly stressful lifestyles and chronic illness greying earlier than predominantly healthy, happy women. Some individuals also possess a genetic predisposition to early greying or white, like Amber and her uncle Bart Devon, and may go grey as early as high school. Bart, specifically, is very loosely based on an uncle of mine by marriage whose hair was always very pale blonde but faded to white in his late teens - Art's been 'white' longer than he's been married.

In both genders, red hair and pale blond hair fade to grey earliest; the connection is uncertain. Even if a person isn't technically a 'redhead,' they may have red 'tints' in their hair. The best way to find out is by studying your hair in strong, direct sunlight and twisting a section to catch the light; if present, you'll see small traces of reddish shine when the hairs are shifted. Even if you aren't a redhead, if you have a lot of red tints, you may find grey early.

Lastly, grey hair isn't a scarlet letter, a mark of shame - it's proof that you can take what the world throws at you and dish it back in spades!

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#Non-Sue OCs #fanfiction #ptsd #tmnt #Ninja Turtles #M-rated #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #plot twists #hurt/comfort #mature fanfiction #Get-a-new-lease-on-life #drama with a happy ending #Raphael #leonardo #michelangelo #donnie/oc #raph/oc #Leo/OC #Mikey/OC #romance #Drama #A New Lease on Life #ANLoL #TMNT Fanfiction

[thepropertylovers]

Feature Friday with Kelcey Bridger & Janelle Azevedo

Can you believe it's already Friday?! TGIF y'all! We've had the busiest last few weeks that we can remember since the show and it's not slowing down any time soon. We have a couple of fun collaborations coming up that we can't wait to tell y'all about. But for now...

We are ecstatic about this week's Feature Friday because it's slightly different than what you're probably used to seeing on here. Based on their answers, Kelcey and Janelle have such an adorable story, one that is somewhat bittersweet, but is nonetheless inspiring and real. It's one that we're sure a lot of people can find similarities with their own story, which is comforting because it makes you realize that maybe we're not so alone after all. Take a look and see what we mean below:

  Where are you from? Kelcey: Originally Chowchilla, California. Moved to Holdenville Oklahoma in 2009. Janelle: Tulsa, Oklahoma

Where do you live? We live together in Tulsa, Oklahoma

What’s your Instagram handle? Kelcey:@kelcey_kay, Janelle:@janelleazevedo

Age: Kelcey: 24 Janelle: 22

Relationship status: Dating. 

How long have you guys been together? 2 years

How did you guys meet and where? We met online. I (Kelcey) was working a summer job in a small town next to Ardmore, where Janelle was living for the summer on an internship for school. we connected and we were dating a month later!

Choose a movie title for the story of your relationship: The Lucky One 

What is something you have had to overcome as a couple? When we started dating we lived three hours apart. We met during a summer where we both lived out of town and when the summer ended and we went back to our schools we did the long distance thing for a year before we had to make a decision, one of us had to move or it wasn’t going to work. So I (Kelcey) moved to where Janelle was and found a school to finish my degree at and we ended up moving in together 6 months later. 

Tell us about your first date! Our first date was actually a movie night in! We spent the day building a fort built out pillows, blankets and kitchen chairs and binged watched Orange is the new black.

How would you describe your home décor style? Minimalist with industrial influences. 

What is one thing still left on your bucket list? Janelle: own a motorcycle. Kelcey: own everything at Target. 

How old were you when you came out and what was your experience like? Janelle: when I was 20 I actually got (metaphorically) backed into a cornerin a doctors office when I was being tested for mono with my very religious mom in the room who kept asking questions about who I was kissing. I tried to brush it off as much as I could but I had to tell her it was my girlfriend and she told my family. In the beginning my family took it really hard and i felt really awkward around them for a while, but I also was so happy with Kelcey I started telling everyone else and things have gotten much better since!

Kelcey: When I was 18 my parents found a text from my girlfriend at the time, who they knew as my best friend, and they took that very hard. Growing up in a small town and having a children’s pastor as a mother didn’t cushion that situation at all. I lost all of the people I considered friends at the time and really just had to start everything from scratch. When I met Janelle and we started dating I just slowly became ok with who I am and we learned to grow in who we were together. My family still isn’t ok or doesn’t support it but we’re all learning how to move forward with it and I’m hoping for the best. 

Best advice for staying together? We think the three things that keep us strongest together and that we would gladly hand out as advice is make each other a priority, have strong communication, and don’t get too comfortable. Janelle and I both do our best to work hard at what we both do but when we come home or go out and do something that we are the priority.We are focused on each other and the time we need to grow our relationship. With that we also think that openly and honestly communicating with each other is so important. Last, Living together and being around each other a lot can make us kind of forget to continue to pursue each other and we get comfortable in our routines, so we make an extra effort to not get too comfortable and always pursue each other. 

What is the thing you love the most about each other? Kelcey: The thing I love most about Janelle is her heart. She has a heart that strives to be as Christ like as possible and I absolutely adore that. She pushes me everyday to challenge myself and to never be comfortable in my walk with God. 

Janelle, you have made my life better in every way possible. You have helped me grow and honestly see and love the person I am today. I adore you and you adored by a loving and gracious God and I am so thankful he loves me enough to bless me with you.

Janelle: Among many things, the thing I love most about Kelcey is how much she cares about people and how effortlessly she can make someone feel important. She has this confidence in who she is that lights up a room and attracts people to her. She inspires me in many ways to be better every day.

[luci-is-a-devil-]

Roommate!Namseok

Notes: Requests are open! I think that Hoseok and namjoon are a under appreciated ship, look at my sons! ^~^ •okay, so all of you guys met in freshman year of high school •having been the same age as the two of them and not giving a shit about stereotypes put you in their good books •so even though you were not in the same clique as them, y'all were chill •you greeted them in the mornings, they would say hi, you'd borrow each other's notes and shit •it was great, but after a while you found out that the group you were hanging with were blackmailing the principal •and you're not a dummy, so you got your ass out of there •so you were flying solo for a while •hanging with people, but not joining anybody's group •you had eaten with them throughout the year, and they were pretty cool •namjoon was the quieter one, and Hoseok was loud when he needed to be but could tell when he needed to stop •but just because you were chill, doesn't mean that everyone else is •everybody had had that one teacher, the racist, sexist one •that was your math teacher, Mr.Grasky •he was a perverted old man who tried to get the school to only have females wear skirts •and you weren't having any of his shit •so in class as he's going off on one of his lectures about how "females should just stay in the kitchen and raise kids" •that you raised your hand and stood up when he called on you •"Sir, with respect I say that you should stick to the curriculum. This isn't a part of math class, or at least I hope not." •and his face got red, his hands clenched into tight fists •if you looked around the room, you would have seen at least five teens recording what was happening •"it's my class, I can say what I want. Sit down y/n" •yeah, you were making a big deal out of nothing •SikE •"it's my class too since I'm in it, so I can do the same. I think that women can do whatever males can. And there are more genders then just those two." •are you katniss everdeen? Because you just caused a rebellion against this man •more students were stating their opinions •causing Mr.Grasky to get even angrier, when he started to yell spit flew out of his mouth •with all the noise going on, no one heard when the door opened •all you heard was the principals voice ask what was going on •and Mr.Grasky thought that this was his chance to get rid of you •so he told what had happened •leaving out his lecture, on how females are less than males •when he finished speaking and the principal looked at you and sighed •knowing that you had been a part of the teens that were trying to blackmail her •you simply pointed at one of the teens who had been recording and waited for her to see what had been going on •needless to say, Mr.Grasky was asked to come to the office, and you guys were told to study • •from that day on you were known as the rebellion kid •you wouldn't hold your tongue and spoke very bluntly •which is how you joined namjoon and Hoseok •you simply walked up to them a few days after the math fiasco •"we're friends now" •and they accepted the strange request(?) •the rest was history, or not really since you guys had stuck together •even though you guys are second years, you've stayed close •very close •so close that you've seen them naked. On multiple occasions. •but you guys weren't dating, none of you were •even though the whole campus thought you were •sure, you guys were each other's first but namjoon didn't like labeling things, you don't like rules and Hoseok is here supporting you two •that means that y'all are very free, if you wanna go on a date with that baekhyun kid go ahead •if namjoon wants to cuddle with you guys on Tuesday, and then wants to be alone the next day, awesome! •if Hoseok wants to have a one night stand every day if the week that's cool, as long as he's eating and going to classes that is • •you had noticed glances between the two boys for over a week now •and it was a little strange, but if they had a secret and it didn't involve you, it was okay •on movie night, namjoon had chosen design for living •a movie about a female who can't pick between two males and they all decide to live together •not one of your usual movies but namjoon picked odd ones all the time •as the movie went on though, you noticed that both boys had grown antsy •namjoon kept biting his lip and playing with his fingers •while Hoseok was mouthing words and tapping his foot to an imaginary beat •"okay spill it, you two." •the deer in headlights look that you got from both of them was amazing •namjoon gaping as his eyes are as big as saucers •Hoseok got over it quicker, and looked at namjoon to see if he should speak •but one glance at the tall, clumsy male, told the orange haired male that he was on his own •"we like you." •that knocked namjoon out of his trance, and made him flail around and looked at you to see your response •"that's all? I thought you guys were going to tell me that you murder someone. I like you guys too." •there was a pregnant pause as they took in your words •"why would we kill someone?" •"I don't know, but I would be a little offended that you didn't tell me if you did." •and so you finished watching the movie, all of your limbs on someone else •creating a pile of warmth, that let you doze off • •you may not follow or like rules, but with namjoon and Hoseok you definitely didn't need anything that people tried to tell you •maybe when you graduate, things will change, maybe you'll get married! •even though namjoon doesn't like labels, he'll show his friends the pictures that he's taken of his special others •the thing that you know is that they're stuck with you and vice versa •forever

#Bts #BTS #bts au #bts scenario #kpop au #kpop scenarios #koreabooeauty #Kim namjoon #Jung Hoseok #rap monster #jhope

[bobbystompy]

The Slim Shady 20

Eminem’s “The Slim Shady LP” came out, I’m told, 20 years ago. Though the album is, in many ways, dated, homophobic, problematic, sexist, and just as differently offensive now as it equally was originally, it’s still extremely excellent. Instead of going too think piece-y, I wanted to write about my favorite bars.

While Eminem’s career definitely hit higher highs with latter releases, this is my favorite album in his catalogue. He was just as angry, but it was channeled; not distorted by fame or worn down by addiction or jaded by lawsuits or persevering through death of loved ones. This was 26-year-old Marshall, getting his head above water in time to start machine gunning expletives at the world around him.

And please remember, in his words, “If I’m talking too fast, it just means you’re listening too slow.”

20.

I wanted an album so rugged, nobody could touch it Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh, shit) Now, how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt? I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet

Immediate thesis statement.

19.

If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john

Really dislike this lyric, but it’s unflinching grossness hits every time.

18. 

I met a s*** and said, "What up? It's nice to meet ya I'd like to treat you to a Faygo and a slice of pizza”

This lyric does not exist going forward because any success carries you beyond it. Shades of “Exhibit C’s” masterful “When I was sleepin' on the train / Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain / Without even a single slice of pizza to my name” exactly 10 years later.

17.

This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole"

Doesn’t even rhyme; he hated his fans from the very beginning.

16. 

‘Cause I'm the one they can relate to and look up to better Tonight, I think I'll write my biggest fan a "fuck you" letter

Gave you every, immediate chance to get away.

15.

I'm freestylin' every verse that I spit 'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit

Nah --  you’re way too meticulous, Shady.

14.

I'm not a player, just a ill rhyme sayer That'll spray a aerosol can up at the ozone layer

I like when his evil imagery turns half-baked adolescent; might as well brag about melting ants with your magnifying glass.

13.

Tell her you need a place to stay You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with Renee's razor blades

Some fun internals; plus the part right before taught me what “gaffle” meant.

12.

I just remembered that I'm absent-minded Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it

+

I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (“Uh-uh”) I'm the one who burned your house down (“Oh”) Well, I'm out now (“Shit”)

Two of my favorite circular lines.

11.

Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin' skill 'Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white? I don't even exist

Had to address the elephant in the room.

10.

You beef with me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally

Man with a plan.

9.

These are the results of a thousand electric volts, a neck with bolts Nurse, we're losin' him, check the pulse

Always a lab-created monster.

8.

I want to make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of So just remember, when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset

Cracked the code for us.

7.

Got b****** on my jock out in East Detroit 'Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy So I told 'em I was Mike D They was like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be" I told 'em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness Monster"

This one checks many boxes: The D, local-yet-hilariously-dated celeb name check, misogyny, mythical creatures.

6.

But they love it when you make your business public So fuck it, I've got herpes while we on the subject And if I told you I had AIDS, y'all would play it 'Cause you stupid mothafuckas think I'm playin' when I say it Well, I do take pills, don't do speed Don't do crack, don't do coke, I do smoke weed Don't do smack, I do do shrooms, do drink beer I just wanna make a few things clear My baby mama's not dead, she's still alive and bitching And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin' It's not syphilis, and as for being AIDS-infested I don't know yet, I'm too scared to get tested

One of the only times he breaks the fourth wall.

5.

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit roaches and light up like jack-o-lanterns Outsidaz, baby, and we suin' the courts 'Cause we dope as fuck and only get a ‘2′ in The Source

This was soon corrected.

4.

That's what I did, be smart, don't be a r***** You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes? “What you say?” What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember? “I'ma kill you, motherfucker” Uh-uh, temper, temper Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK Comin' straight outta Compton, y'all better make way

Distilling Dre’s career -- warts and all -- into a flurry of knockout punches.

3.

I'll listen to your demo tape and act like I don't like it Six months later, you'll hear your lyrics on my shit ("That's my shit"!) People don't buy shit no more, they just dub it That's why I'm still broke and had the number-one club hit

Everything we’ve ever learned about Eminem has taught us he’s a tortured obsessive... yet this stretch feels effortlessly perfect. Plus, it gives us a clairvoyant outlook on the perils of massive-success-without-actually-making-money in the YouTube/streaming era.

2.

Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must've been Ron Gold Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed them both, then smeared blood on the white Bronco (We did it)

So offensive it almost laps itself back into normalcy. The unflinching “We did it” at the end is psychotic, horrible, and confident.

1.

 Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up, y'all, I'm sorry (”But Eminem, this is your record release party!”)

Tried to get out the game on his debut; Jay Electronica would be proud.

Honorable mentions...

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang) I'm steamin' mad (Grr) And by the way, when you see my dad (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

There’s something casual about his fantasy murder of his father that really made the end stretch of this hit home. This is the closing of his final verse in “My Name Is”; he was never playing.

Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie “Kids”? No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest

Em’s devil to Dre’s angel.

My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first Somethin' told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache, it works" I screamed, "Ow, my appendix feel like they could burst Teacher, teacher, quick, I need a naked nurse" "What's the matter?" "I don't know, my leg, it hurts" "Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy" "Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee" "Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework" "But don't you wanna give me after school detention?" "Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him"

Even the teacher wanted him to get his.

Tired of bein' stared at Tired of wearin' the same damn Nike Air hat

Never had to worry about that after this.

* * *

Death section:

- I tried suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write songs where I die at the end 

- The disaster with dreads, I'm bad enough to commit suicide And survive long enough to kill my soul after I'm dead

- The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike While I blow my brain out just to see what it feels like 'Cause this is how I am in real life I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice

- And if you ever see a video for this shit I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit

- (I'm Slim Shady) So come and kill me while my name's hot And shoot me 25 times in the same spot

* * *

I got a wardrobe with an orange robe I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs at your show

Tries to be unique and boastful... falls apart and gets self-deprecating.

I take a breather and sigh, either I'm high or I'm nuts 'Cause if you ain't tiltin' this room, neither am I

I mean, someone was... right?

We drive around in million-dollar sports cars While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Eh.

If I had a million bucks, it wouldn't be enough Because I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks

Unquenched desire for chaos.

A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, body pierce with this

Always able to make a risky situation dicier.

Wait, what if there's an explanation for this shit? What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick?

Solid one liner.

Drug sickness got me doin' some bugged twitches I'm withdrawin' from crack so bad, my blood itches

/eyes pop out

I don't speak, I float in the air, wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat

Super fun hip-hop imagery.

#eminem #the slim shady lp #1999 #music reviews #dr. dre #the eminem show #8 mile #detroit #beastie boys #loch ness monster #kid rock #music #rap #hip-hop #nostalgia #death #mummy #east detroit #nwa

[brothalynchhung]

2018 overview

goddddd im so late lol i didnt forget about this blog I'm just active on my other account also I'm never uhhhh home and I'm so busy now god i feel like I'm losing myself and my youth hood from not updating here fml life got me fucked up

ANYWAYS 2018 was fucking crazy what the hell how did so much shit happen in one year

in the 2017 overview i talked about regretting and trying to make up time and ohhhh bitch.... looool

anyways lets start:

2018 immediately started with some bullshit

literally started 2018 turning up LMFAOOO

so it was a good start 

spent new years w old friends some shit ill never do again

hotel room bullshit, eating out, running around outside, late drives listening to early 2000s music

OMG the hotel jesus i remember now i started 2018 on that trash ass app

talking to weirdos

being liked by over 2000 people?

wow what fucking redemption from middle school and high school 

but like... i learned all men are fucking losers LMFAOO

had two weird ass “dates” aka not really since i dipped those things quick aFFF lmao

fuck my old dumb friends for encouraging me to do that shit lol

was funny tho so who cares

this time (january) last year i was

broke

depressed about gl, no job, hating school

i was sooo depressed like 2018 until june i was literally just depressed and borderline suicidal cuz not having a job and being broke as shit was stressing me out so much

i tried so hard to get a job anywhere but for some reason it wasn't working???

i met(?????) that bitch HB LMAFOOOOO

godddd that fucking 5 hours 3 am call

all that weird obsessing and calls we used to have LMFAO he was such a fucking hoe why did i even waste my time

AND I STILL HAVENT MET HIM IRL YET LMFAOFPJEWIOGHERUGHESU EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE TIME I SAW HIM AT CU AND EUIRHGEUISHRH INSANE

but yeah fuck him for calling me too thick but THANK YOU GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH

highly he was one the best things to happen to me in 2018?

he called me thick i got cheesed and 

I LOST 15+ POUNDS IN 2018 

honestly after years of saying ill lost weight ill lose weight I FINALLY FUCKING DID

god 2018 was honestly year of the grind

gym every single day

rip school gym LMFAOOO i lost all my weight there god bless

oh yeah i became vegetarian!! and now I'm vegan LMFAO plot twist?

JESUS REMEMBER WHEN HB SAID MY VOICE TURNED HIM ON I CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYGERYISEGHUIEHEIOS LMFAOOOO FUCK HIM THANKS FOR INSPIRING ME TO LOSE WEIGHT AND BE SEXY SO I CAN STUNT ON ALL U UGLY ASS MEN

anyways he weirdly kept on trying to hit me up even after he called me too thick infront of the boys (to which they still defended me shout out boys) fucking loser... i shut him down lol

ntcntcjkjkntcjkntcjkjk lol

brockhaamptoonn

threw up from that night i got too drunk LMFAO what an experience never again

i turned up too much in 2018 -_____- i don't even like it wtf

was a lot of fun tho like thats what i wanted right? reclaim my time i lost in hs/early uni because those hoes we don't speak of

i really didnt do shit other than obsess over being broke depressed and missing gl in the beginning of 2018 sooo.. lets just... fast forward? god what a weird ass year

and going to the gym everyday

counting calories

i need to start doing that shit again cuz I'm actually terrified i might be 120 again after fucking dubai

my old ass friends who i basically used to make up for my regret and reclaim my youth from high school was basically all of the beginning of 2018 . yes thanks for the memories thanks for helping relive my past that i lost . thanks. ur appreciated it was fun

but fuck y'all cuz y'all never had anything in common with me and y'all r embarrassing and boring . i was the exciting and better one 

also fuck y'all for letting me down . after y'all fucked off i got successful 

when i obsessed over that ugly weird guy in my phi classes and then i saw him up close and he was UGHLYLYYK GHU AND WEIRD AF 

and he was on my tip crazy with his weird low key fetishing internally racist bullshit LMFAOOO

i think the fuck not

he's still in one of my classes now i gotta spend the whole semester avoiding him IFNWFUWifhqfuwighau

god

discovered my love for white rabbit

finally finished that lonely ass semester

went straight into summer school w/zainb

love her ass lol

wait was 2018 the year i ran into that weird at the mall who tried to kiss me withing 10 minutes of meeting me at bubble tea? LMFAOOO WHAT A FREAK GOD 

my fucking life fam istg

watching hxh ugh best time ever

got a job!!! 

GOT ANOTHER JOB!!!

TWO AT ONCE and one of them was so crazy good for my career 

to the point where I'm STILL in contact with them

seriously getting a job changed the year for me so much

got out of my bad depression starting making money

straight grind

work gym 

BOUGHT EVERYTHING I WANTED.

LITERALLY EVERYTHING

ALESIS . STUDIO SET UP . LOEWE BAG. AND MORE EVERYTHING I WANTED AND I LOST WEIGHT

like i accomplished everything????

its like the beginning of the 2018 year was me gearing up and mentally readying myself for when i fiINALLY GOT A JOB and then i accomplished everything i wanted

yo i was working 3 jobs and that catfish hip hop class 

LFMAOOOOO THAT HIP HOP COURSE OMGG LMFAOEJGUIE ICONIC

i killed that shit lmao😂

met that weird ugly kid that was talking all this bullshit about us being the same and him thinking he had a chance w me LMFAOOO okay sure there

all cuz of fucking r and her high school esque bullshit

honestly fuck her LMFAOO i don't wish her anything just fuck off after all the bullshit since middle school you put me thru 

her and her ugly ass bf i had to deal with god I'm so happy she's out of my life

used you to make up from lost time 😂 i don't need u anymore Im at peace with myself BYE 

i don't even feel sentimental when i was run or i need u like i finished the book and i closed that shit and i feel better like i got so much closure this year

sister got married suwhoooo 

weird encounter w dal? tf? girl bye you've been dead to me since 2012 LMFAOO

so much people i really don't give a fuck about

honestly in 2018 i just lost all my fucks and only focused on me 

it gonna stay like that

made so much new friends i cant even name them all 

love all my work friends club GANG

chilling w hec and crew gang gang

oh yeah that taurus bitch i got confused feelings over and wasted my time 

cut his annoying ugly weird ass off lol but whatever lost time reclaimed it was very 2011-13 esque

got rid of everything from my sunken period thank god

got rid of so much shit

the closure/transformation was real

anyways uhhh so yeah so then fall semester started just continued working and gaming 

 lowest i got was 113 but idk wat i am now :( I'm so scared i really don't want to be over 115 but I'm like always bloated so I can never check I'm so sad rn

cut off annoying friends fuck them i have new better ones and i love myself

jjkjkjkjknctncjtkcktn lol 

good music good book watched so much movies

I SAW BROCKHAMPTON JCOLE THE GORRILAZ THE INTERNET DELASOUL AND BLOOD ORANGE LIVE!!! BITCH WAT THE FUCK ALL IN ONE YEAR

toronto trip!! mil trip!!! all on my own fucking amazing

end of 2018 was so good omg 

ran into 2% jfc

drunk called 2% lMFAOOO god just said sorry for nothing lmao i just want gl I'm clinging on to anything

OH YEAH that ugly broke bitch who wasted my time and objectified me yeah fuck him 

if he didnt do that disrespectful ass shit i wouldn't have called 2% ugh god

never using that trash app ever again 

ended 2018 in dubai 

YSL LOEWE ALL ON ME???? YES BITCH 

didnt feel like a failure in dubai stunt on everyone

ended this year amazing

really looking forward to 2019

looking forward to losing weight -____________- still

looking forward to money

accomplishing goals

getting closer to gl

FINISHING FUCKING SCHOOL FINALLY 

just happiness.. 

I'm happy. 2019 I'm ready lets fucking go. gl lets go . I'm on my way

went from broke hopeless no job depressed to thriving beautiful UP TO 4 JOBS everyone can fuck off

[ecfandom]

Clexa Week 2017 - Tuesday - Roommates

Here’s mah thing. It’s short and sweet, hope you like it!

“We have a problem.”

“And the princess has arrived.”  Raven and Octavia are already smirking as Clarke announces her presence and waltzes into the registration room to meet them.

“Seriously. Code Red. Immanent threat. Apollo 13 to Houston. That kind of problem.” Clarke plops down into the empty chair behind the foldout table and unfurls the length of herself, beckoning as much cool air onto her skin as possible.  

“That’s a lot of problem for the first day of camp.” Octavia hands her a bottle of water and rolls her eyes at Raven as Clarke proceeds to dump half of it on her head. “Save some drama for three weeks in when we’re all questioning why we put ourselves through this hell every year.”

“Free room,” Raven states.

“Free board. And a salary?” Clarke offers.

“Still. Hundreds of dehydrated, whiney, hyper children…wait. Seriously, who signed us up for this shit?”

“And hot girls…” Clarke continues, unfazed by Octavia’s trepidation.

They turn to look at her with a mixture of deep concern and confusion. Raven coughs. “I’m gonna go ahead and make the leap that you did not in fact turn into a creep between now and the last time we saw you and ask you exactly where you plan on finding these hot girls.”

“That’s the problem,” Clarke sighs. She tosses her arm over her eyes and kicks back in her chair. “I don’t have to go finding them at all. The hottest girl to ever exist is currently sitting on my bed.”

“Raven—“ Octavia leads.

“Yep.“

“Check her temperature.”

“Uh huh. Already on it.”

Clarke laughs and swats at her friends as they poke and prod her for signs of dehydration. “Stop. Stop, I’m serious. Seriously, stop!” She falls back onto all four of the chair legs and wraps her arms around herself, fending off their grabby hands. “Can you chill?”

Octavia and Raven surrender with shit-eating grins on their faces. “So…there’s a hot girl on your bed? You get into Monty’s weed again?”

“Okay, one. I never got into Monty’s weed. That was Bellamy and you know it. Two. I’m not high. Or dehydrated. This is what I was saying before. My problem—”

“Yeah, yeah. Code Red—“

“Immanent danger—“

“Apollo to Houston—“

“We remember.” Octavia and Raven high-five, all too proud of themselves.

Clarke glares. “Anyways. Back to me.”

“Yes, back to you. What’s the problem?”

“My roommate. Or cabin-mate, whatever you wanna call her.”

“Yeah?”

“She’s fucking gor—“

“Hey, Clarke--”

Clarke snaps her mouth shut and turns, eyes wide. “You. Hey. Hey you. Lexa….you.” Clarke closes her eyes, nods at herself, and tries again. “Hi.”

Octavia snorts and Clarke nails her in the shin.

Lexa rounds the table and smiles at each of them, open and friendly and charming. “Hey. I’m Lexa—“ she extends her hand and Clarke has to remind herself not to take it. They’ve done this already. She slides her hands under her legs and tries not to notice how attractive Lexa's hand really is. Strong and tan and—

The hand starts to waver as no one takes it, so she elbows Octavia who in turn yelps and thrusts out her hand. She glares at Clarke out of the corner of her eye.

Clarke apologizes for her, eyes flitting up to Lexa’s pretty, green ones. “That’s Octavia. She’s shy.”

Octavia rolls her eyes as she shakes the hand. “I’m not shy. I just don’t like shaking hands with strangers in the summer.”

Lexa chuckles. “That’s oddly specific.”

“It’s a sweat thing,” Raven offers. “I’m Raven.”  

“Lexa.”

The introductions settle into a long, stagnant silence amplified by the overworked AC rattling away in the corner. She can feel Raven and Octavia fidgeting on either side of her, and there’s a part of her brain that knows she should say something—anything—to break the silence. But it’s hot and muggy, there’s very little energy to spare, and to be quite honest, she’s more than happy to just stare at the tall drink of water standing in front of her.

“So…” Raven drawls, looking around. She smiles awkwardly. “You at this station?”

“Uh, no.” Lexa checks her watch and sighs. “I just came to drop this off before I have to head down.” She fixes her gaze on Clarke. “You left it.” She sets the lanyard with the key to their cabin down on the table in front of Clarke and taps it with a smile. “I’m on greeter duty at the entrance, so I probably won’t be back up here til late. Didn’t want to strand you.”

Clarke beams. “You’re a peach.”

With an odd little chuckle Lexa takes her leave. Clarke leans her elbows onto the table and watches her go with a dramatic sigh. She all but salivates.  

“You’re disgusting, know that?” Raven shakes her head and pretends to wipe drool from Clarke chin.

Clarke shoots her a particularly unamused smile. “God, I just love it when you talk sexy to me.”

“You love it when Lexa talks sexy to you,” Octavia snorts. She gets another kick to the shin.

//

Clarke is literally wet to the touch by the time she peels herself out of the hard, plastic chair in the orange glow of the late evening. She can feel her hair sticking to her face and knows the back of her thighs must be bright red and looking like an etch-a-sketch.

“I feel disgusting.”

“You and me both,” Octavia groans, waddling beside her. “I think my cooch is sweating. I didn’t know your cooch could sweat.”

“I think that might be the dumbest thing you’ve ever said, Octavia.”

“Hey, don’t be mean. I’m hot and tired and starving.”

Raven jogs up behind them and they both moan when she bubbily jumps into step beside them. “Can you stop with all of that…energy, bullshit? Thanks.”

“Don’t hate the player, hate game, fellas. I’m in my element.”

“I didn’t know being covered in sweat and perpetually hungry could be anybody’s element.”

Clarke scoffs. “You’re talking to a personal trainer, Octavia.”

“Still. Sounds terrible.”

“You’re telling me.”

Raven laughs, and links their arms together to both of their grunted dismay. “We didn’t do anything but sit their sign kids in. Y'all are pathetic.”

“That’s the worst part,” Clarke moans. “I didn’t even anger the gods by attempting to workout and still they damned me.”

“You’re in a weird mood today, aren’t you?”

“It’s Lexa,” Octavia teases, “has her pretty little, blonde head all in a funk.”

“It’s heat exhaustion,” Clarke snaps. “If anything.”

“Yeah heat exhaustion because you think Lexa is H-O-T, hot.”

“You know what.” Clarke glares and stops in front of the cafeteria. “Eat dinner by yourselves. See if I care.”

Raven and Octavia share a knowing grin as Clarke starts to stomp away.

“Hey, Clarke!” Octavia calls. Clarke barely looks over her shoulder at her. “Say hi to Lexa for me!”

//

“So my roommate says hi.”

Lexa chuckles and takes the water bottle Clarke hands her, sipping from it greedily. Clarke gets a little too lost in the way Lexa wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “Which one? The cute one or the feisty one?”

Clarke takes an offended step back. “You think—wait. Which one do you think is the cute one?”

Lexa grins. “I was kidding. Just wanted to see if I could make you blush. But if you’re asking, I’d probably have to with—”

“I wasn’t and I’m not.”

“Not what?”

“Blushing. It's just hot.”

Lexa laughs.

“I’m not! It’s like hotter than hell’s kitchen out here!”

Lexa just chuckles and turns to collect the other greeters’ bright orange directional flags. Clarke uses the time to get a good look at her as Lexa jokes with a few of them and bids the others farewell for the night. Clarke decides she doesn’t like the way Lexa’s sweet smile and brow furrowed against the setting sun is so damn disarming.

She also decides dirt and sweat shouldn’t look so good on a person.

//

“You are. By the way.”

They’re halfway up the hill when Lexa breaks the silence, draining the last sip of the water bottle Clarke had brought her.

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna run to the caf before heading in. Sure you don’t want anything?”

Clarke shakes her head and grimaces. “Too hot for food.”

“Whatever you say.” Lexa grins at her again and for a second Clarke just wants to smack it right off her face. Or something.

“See you back at the cabin?”

“Yep. I’ll be there.”

“Kay. See ya in a minute.”

“Hey, wait.”

Lexa stops and turns.

“What were you saying? I am, what?”

“Oh.” Lexa chuckles. “The cute one. You’re the cute one. For the record.”

//

“So. You banged yet?”

“Octavia.” Clarke’s eyes bulge out and she flicks her gaze to the small children jumping the length of the rope they swing between them.

“What? They don’t know what that means.”

“Still.”

“I’m just asking. It’s a legitimate question.”

//

“Too hot,” Clarke pants, crawling up Lexa’s body and out from under the covers.

“You’re the one who wanted to cuddle.”

“You didn’t tell me you’re a furnace.”

“Wasn’t expecting you to jump my bones when I suggested a movie.”

Clarke glares and situates herself back on top of Lexa, this time, outside of the blanket. “You’re just comfy. That’s all. And the bed’s too small to watch side by side.”

Lexa chuckles and gives her hair a quick, tentative stroke. “I didn’t say I disliked it,” she murmurs.

Clarke puts on a show of huffing triumphantly, but on the inside, her heart goes erratic.

//

“So Octavia has this theory that everyone breaks three weeks in.”

Lexa sips on her beer with an amused smile and leans her long body back into the bar. “Is that so?”

Their nights off are few and far between, but the bar down the road always seems to do the trick, and Clarke loves to watch the fluid way Lexa seems to unwind. Clarke drinks her in, still not quite used to Lexa in her pedestrian clothes. The camp counselor uniform was nice. The red polo looked good on her tan skin and the kaki shorts showed off her legs-for-days. But this look was…something else. The jeans and the loose fitted t-shirt—it suited Lexa.

The gold, triangle necklace sitting on her exposed collarbones had been a nice touch too. She toys with it as she tries to ignore Lexa’s amused smile.

“Three weeks you say?”

Clarke nods, still distracted by the metal between her fingers.  “Mhm. She says everyone has a whiney kid threshold. No matter how much you love them.”

“Well, she’s not wrong. I’m exhausted.”

Clarke finally drops the necklace and looks up at her. “Do you want kids?”

Lexa snorts beer out of her nose and grabs for a napkin as Clarke chuckles. “Moving a little fast there, Griffin, don’t you think?” She wipes at her mouth and glares when Clarke continues to laugh. “Besides, we should probably kiss first before the kids talk.”

Clarke grins and smacks her on the arm. “Shut up. That’s not what I meant.”

“I don’t know, sounds like that’s what you meant.”

“We’re…I was…we were chatting. I’m trying to get to know you.” Clarke rolls her eyes when Lexa cocks her brow at her and smirks. “Don’t make it weird.”

//

“Is this weird?” Lexa’s warm breath tickles the underside of her jaw as she kisses the place where Clarke’s heart is beating wildly. She shakes her head and pulls Lexa closer by the hips, biting back a moan when Lexa slips a hand into her underwear.

//

“So you and Lexa?”

“Leave it alone,” Clarke grumbles into her scrambled eggs. Raven and Octavia grin.

//

“This is a bad idea,” Octavia whispers behind her, one hand propped on Clarke’s lower back as they crouch in the bushes.

“It’s fine. We’re fine. Stop panicking.”

“What’s taking them so long?”

Clarke pulls out her phone and checks the time. “Give ‘em another minute.”

//

The boys come tumbling out of their cabin three minutes later, holding up the booze triumphantly.

“I can’t believe we have to sneak around like school girls just to fraternize with the opposite sex,” Octavia groans, still recovering from their near capture by the camp supervisors. “I’m twenty-five-years old for god’s sake.”

“Maybe if they gave us more days off, we wouldn’t have to sneak.”

“Or they could just pull the sticks out of their asses and let us hang out after dark.”

“Or you could just deal with it…” Lexa intones, smirking at them through the rearview mirror of the jeep. She gets a chorus of groans and scoffs in return.

“You don’t get a say when you’re literally living with your eye candy.”

From the passenger seat, Clarke chuckles and pulls Lexa’s hand into her lap.

//

It takes ten minutes to get to the lake and Lexa drives the jeep straight up to the shore and leaves the headlights on, illuminating their path into the water.

As soon as it's in park, the gang stumbles out of the car and begins stripping out of their layers, laughing and tripping and generally having a good time. Clarke is about to join them in their race to the water when Lexa catches her by the wrist and pulls her behind a tree. Ever so gently, she gets pushed back into it and kissed until her head spins.

“Hey,” Lexa whispers when she pulls back.

Clarke can’t help the automatic smile it puts on her face. “Hey you.”

Their foreheads meet and Lexa lets out a long, sigh. “I’m glad we’re roommates.”

Clarke slides her hands into Lexa’s jean pockets and squeezes, pulling her closer. “Me too.” She kisses her until Lexa grabs her by the hips and tosses her over her shoulder, a squealing sack of potatoes.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg,” she hollers.

Though of course, they’re the only ones left on the shore.

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