im taking up the name simon. like as a secondary name. just so u know

Protector

pairing: Nick Miller x reader word count: 1.8k summary: y/n goes to the loft to find jess, needing comfort after a recent breakup. she's surprised to find that nick's the only one home warnings: mention of a breakup, needing comfort. fluff. toxic ex + messages from said ex. jealous/protective!nick. not really proof read. a/n: hi!! i've really been wanting to get back into writing and Nick Miller's recently infested my brain. this is my first time writing for him so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do :) not my gif!

You walked down the streets of Los Angeles, the bright afternoon being a stark contrast to your current mood.

You couldn't trust yourself to drive right now. Not with your vision so blurry from the tears building in your eyes. Luckily, you knew the way to your friend's loft like the back of your hand.

You kept your head down and your hood up, carefully weaving between the many strangers that shared the sidewalk with you. You ignored the world for the time being. You couldn't even spare a greeting to Outside Dave when he began spouting nonsense.

You needed to see Jess. She was always there for you and she knew how to comfort you. You talked to her about everything, but you hadn't really been able to for the last few days since she's been so busy at school. You had tried to deal with everything yourself as you patiently waited for today, knowing she'd be home soon after school let out and free for the rest of the weekend.

Of course, you knew Cece was there for you too. But you couldn't go to her right now, not with this. Not yet, at least.

The elevator doors opened and you took a sharp right, making a beeline towards the apartment. You took a breath and opened the door.

They really need to start locking it, you thought.

You quickly glanced around the loft, only to see it empty. You were about to turn to knock on the door of Jess' room, before you heard the one across open.

"Finally, someone's home! So I had this idea, right, and- Oh!" You quickly turned your face back towards the floor, not wanting him to see you with your eyes all puffy. "Hey, (Y/n)!"

You knew the guys, as you were over at the loft all the time. You got along with all of them well and you enjoyed their company. You didn't want to ruin Nick's perception of you by showing a weak side of you.

"Hey, Nick. Uh, is Jess home?" You asked him.

"Nah, she's in like a staff meeting or something... (Y/n), are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. I just needed to talk to Jess, you know? Um, I'll get out of your hair, though, sorry I dropped in unannounced."

You turned back towards the door before a hand on your arm stopped you.

"Whoa, hold on. (Y/n), you already came all this way, just wait here for Jess to get back. C'mon, hang with your ol' pal Nicky!"

"It's okay, really. I don't wanna bother you."

"Hey, you're never a bother. Plus, when am I ever busy?"

You chuckled, "Got me there. Alright... Nicky."

"Yes! You want a beer?"

"God, yes please."

You made your way to the couch as Nick went to the kitchen. He kept his eyes fixed on you as he opened the bottles in his hand.

You were hurting and he could tell. He could see it in your slumped shoulders, your wavering voice, your leg currently bouncing up and down. He could tell by your red eyes that you tried so desperately to hide from him. You never realized, but he noticed a lot about you every time you were together.

Even if it wasn't just the two of you, you'd be the only thing he could focus on. In the loft with all his friends around, he'd immediately be drawn closer to you the second you walked through the door. He could spot you easily in a crowded bar.

It's like you had him under a spell and he couldn't break free.

He absolutely hated seeing you like this. So even though talking about emotions made him feel... weird, he'd do what he could. Even if it was just having a beer together and trying to make you laugh, he wanted to be there for you.

Nick sat next to you on the couch and handed you the ice cold bottle. The two of you sat, drank,and talked. Conversation with Nick always flowed comfortably. There was something about him that made it so easy to talk to him without getting bored. You were also very curious about his idea he had mentioned when you first arrived.

That made him feel good. He was able to, hopefully, get you mind off of whatever was bothering you. But you also genuinely cared about what he had to say. It was nice.

It seemed to just be getting later and later as the two of you opened more bottles.

Eventually, your mood had dropped again. You tried to hide it as best as you could. I mean, surely Jess couldn't be gone that much longer, right? But Nick noticed right away.

"Alright," He tapped your knee with the bottle in his hand, your attention snapping back towards him. "I'd say we got a good buzz goin'. Talk to me, (Y/n). What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath and sighed. "You know that guy I've been going out with? Derek?"

Nick nodded.

How wouldn't he know? You had met Derek on a night out a few months ago and you hit it off well. You looked so happy, immediately rushing to tell Jess and Cece about the date you had set for later that week. Nick remembered watching from behind the bar, wanting to be the one you talked about that way so badly.

You slowly circled the rim of your bottle with the pad of your finger.

"I broke up with him."

"You did?"

"Yeah. You know how people talk about, like, toxic relationships all the time? That's what it was. He wasn't good for me, and Cece had tried to warn me. But I didn't listen... I never listen."

"Hey..." Nick started, trying to find the right words. "You did what you had to. It's hard losing someone but you don't wanna get caught in a cycle that constantly hurts you. Trust me, I've been there. You did what was best for you."

"I know I did, but... it hurts, you know?" You looked up at Nick and he nodded in understanding.

His heart broke seeing the look on your face. He thought for a moment before asking, "Do you have your own Dirty Dancing, or something like that?"

You knew exactly what he was asking. Ever since you've known Jess, she'd watch Dirty Dancing after a breakup. It made her feel worse and better at times, but no matter what it let her get everything out.

"Something like that, yeah." You smiled.

Nick grabbed the TV remote off the back of the couch and held it out to you.

"Oh, no, it's okay. You wouldn't like it."

Nick merely shrugged and gestured towards the remote again. "Eh, put it on anyways," he urged you.

You gave in and searched for the movie of your choice, Nick going back to the kitchen because he insisted on making popcorn before it started. He also grabbed a few more beers.

You enjoyed sitting there with Nick, sharing snacks and listening to his commentary on one of your favorite movies. He'd make fun of the movie sometimes but you could tell it held his interest.

Even when Schmidt came home and started making fun of him, he intermediately told Nick to shut up. He wasn't bothered being seen watching a movie like this.

Halfway through, though, you heard your phone buzz. You glanced at it, wondering if maybe Jess or Cece were texting you. You hadn't realized how much time had passed since you first arrived...

"For fuck's sake," you mumbled to yourself.

"What happened?" Nick asked, his eyes flicking towards you rather than the screen in front of him.

You handed Nick your phone.

New Messages! Derek Leaving me is the worst decision you've ever made You're a fucking idiot if you think you're better off without me Fuck you I hope you die in a car wreck, you bitch

"It's been messages like this everyday for the last, like... 3 days," you explained.

Rage clouded Nick's mind as he scrolled up to see the, even worse, messages from the days prior. How could such vile things be said to someone like you?

Nick stood up from the couch quickly and made his way towards the door.

"Wait- What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna call him," Nick said furiously.

“Nick, c'mon. I'll just block him, it’s really not that serious—”

“No, but it is! It’s exactly that serious! He doesn't get to call you an idiot! That’s reserved for me only, damn it.” He exploded, focusing on the lighter part of the message. He didn't know what he'd do if he let the worse parts linger in his mind.

You couldn't say anything as he had already hit the call button on Derek's contact. Before stepping out into the hallway, he told you to pause the movie, making you smile despite everything else going on.

The door muffled the words leaving Nick's mouth, but you could hear his tone. He was completely enraged.

He came back in a few moments later, a proud smile on his face. "Well, that's taken care of," he said as he handed your phone back to you.

You blocked Derek's number and tossed your phone to the side.

"Thank you, Nick," you said sincerely.

"No problem, no one should talk to you like that. If he tries anything, you tell me."

You nodded at his words. No one had ever really stood up for you like that...

You pressed play on the remote and leaned against him.

Jess finally came home about 5 minutes from the end of the movie. She noticed you and Nick on the couch and her gaze shifted to the TV. She looked back at you.

"Oh, (Y/n)... I'm so sorry," she said, her face dropping.

"It's okay, I'm... okay. Let me finish this and we'll talk, yeah?" You asked. Jess nodded with a sad smile, and made her way to her room.

As the movie ended, you looked at Nick. "Well?" you asked expectantly.

He tried to hold in his smile as he shrugged and said, "It wasn't that bad, I guess."

You helped him gather the empty beer bottles and he told you to go talk to Jess after.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, taking him by surprise. He paused for a moment before doing the same.

"Thank you, Nick." You looked up at him. "For everything."

He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me, (Y/n). You know I'm here."

"I know," You said. You leaned up and quickly kissed his cheek before leaving the embrace and rushing into Jess' room.

She immediately patted the spot on her bed next to her, urging you to talk about what happened.

"Well, let's start with the most recent thing first," You started, looking down with a soft smile. "That crush on Nick isn't going away anytime soon..."

11:12 PM

wc 690 ‧ genre fluff ‧ pairing joshua x reader ‧ cece’s note i’ve been missing him terribly… so. not proofread so sorry for any spelling mistakes oops

sleep takes its sweet time in puling you under, his gaze fond as his fingers toy with the frayed edges of a t-shirt long lost to the black hole of your shared closet. a smile tugs on his lips then, disgustingly, irrevocably fond. thread gives way under his fingertips.

it’s a minute past the wishing time, red standing out against against the darkened room. tomorrow you’ll ask him if he’d asked for anything and he’ll humor you, spouting something sickeningly sweet enough for you to roll your eyes and laugh. something like lottery wins or grocery prices going down. sharing memories with you in the kitchen were fun, but scowling at ever rising numbers were beginning to become habit. any more, and he’d start seeing wrinkles by thirty-five.

still love you, wrinkles and all.

but even though he’s memorized the layout of your cramped apartment and spends more time in your cluttered room, home to miscellaneous sticky-notes and loose socks discarded tiredly, he still finds himself wishing for more. selfishly so.

his pristinely and embarrassingly bare walls quite literally pale in comparison to the life breathed into your home—and that’s what it’s become over these past few months. he spends less and less time in a space he’s resigned to paying for but isn’t living in, content to look up from your island to your tired groans and passionate complaints about whoever has slighted you in the worst way possible, hands already reaching to wrap around his middle. it’s become routine, even down to your jokes about housing him without paying rent.

and yet, you don’t.. budge. i love yous are shared almost daily, he’s seen you in less fortunate situations and you, him, and he’s absolutely certain you feel something. you accept his affection in large doses, his care criminally present, but the two of you don’t. budge. and it’s beginning to pick at the already fraying edges of his brain, overworking himself pass the very same pull sleep desperately tries to drag him under.

you love him. he loves you. what more was there to discuss? he pictures romance film worthy scenes of slow dancing in a parlor that overlooks at pretty view, the prettiest one in front of him smiling in complete bliss. something something the light from the setting sun glinting prettily against the matching silver that adorns your joined hands or something. a setting readers of young adult novels would burst into tears over.

the weight of the box sits heavy in chest as it does buried under old clothes in his dresser. he keeps telling himself he’s waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect time. he thinks he’ll end up waiting forever at this rate.

so as he sits against the headboard, shoulders heavy with anticipation, the clock strikes a new minute into the night. you stir slightly in your sleep and wrap your arms around his middle. routine even unconsciously. right then does he decide he’ll propose tomorrow, probably casually over coffee as if his nerves won’t be shot a hundred times over and the mirror isn’t sick of watching him pace back and forth.

sleep isn’t as friendly to him as it is to you. but it doesn’t matter in the long run anyway.

(tomorrow you’ll comment on his comically disbelieved appearance. his plan will nose dive out of your fourth story apartment window, eyes wide, running on adrenaline and less than an hour of fitful sleep altogether.

tomorrow he’ll tell you he loves you, he loves you for real, and set the box on the island with shaking hands. it’s far from the perfect setting, both of you in less desirable clothing.

tomorrow you’ll cry in the middle of your kitchen, swamped in a t-shirt he hasn’t seen in months, your yes warbled in between half stuttered attempts at words altogether. the rising sun does glint against your finger, so he figures a win is still a win.)

Have you seen Cece the Counselor on tiktok and youtube? If not, her Quirk is a constantly-active one that lets her tell when others are lying and get a read on others, such as psych evaluations. She is also incapable of lying, as the Quirk almost fully eliminates the filter between her brain and mouth. The only way she can lie is after she drinks alcohol, and she can't get drunk from it. How's that as a Quirk?

For the sake of this question, I tried to watch some of her videos. Normally I really don't like short-form, anime-centric content, as it's either beating jokes into the ground or spouting out bad takes, though this was certainly one of the better ones.

I don't think that could work, at least as a whole. For one, that doesn't make a lot of sense as a drawback. Why would a Quirk based around detecting truth make the user tell the truth? Unless the idea is that the user is absorbing information and spitting it out, potentially causing them to spout out some of their own information. Even then, it seems way too harsh for a relatively minor utility power like this. Something that detects when people are lying could work, and I've even done a Quirk like that before with "Lie Detector".

little marcy piece

just a little piece of Marcy trying to KNOCK ON A DOOR bc she's a bisexual disaster:

- - - - - - - - - Marceline paced the small bit of flooring in front of the captain's door. The questions and implications from the crew walking past her that she needed assistance knocking made her almost giggle to herself. That wasn't what was stressing her out.

It was Pondo.

How could the Blades fail to mention that her bounty was Hot As Hell? They knew who they were sending right? They knew that Marceline Azuris could lie her entire ASS OFF, keep people at a distance, flirt when it could NOT matter less... but around people she clicked with she.... faltered.

They knew what they were doing, damn it. Her contact KNEW that sending her after him would make her... what? Face the fact that it's time to move on? Move forward? Forget Rhys and just... try to be happy?

Pondo did make her happy, with his cute little accent, his small flirtations, the way they folded around each other on the battle field spouting inspirations to the other.

Her books were so right. All the romance novels had it perfectly correct in the falling fast, head rush, you can't predict where you heart leads nonsense. Was her heart leading her to the rugged triton pirate captain that sang soft lullabies and played the flute in perfect harmony to her lyre? "You're being stupid, Cece." She mutters, using her mother's pet name for her to calm her nerves a bit more. "Just... knock. He invited you over to... to... to share his quarters. You've read enough smutty novels to know how this works." She raised her hand and swallowed. If Pondo was... if he was serious, if he liked her-- despite her coral horns and finned tail-- then this wasn't a mistake. "You deserve one night to just... forget everything but the strong arms of a man, for fucks sake- knock." And she did, blushing as he opened the door to her in nothing but a sleek bright blue robe. His soft accented voice asking, "Marceline?"

He always did that... used the full name. She wasn't sure why but it meant so much to hear him mutter each and every syllable. Are you crushing, Marceline? she thought, as she nodded and smiled her best "aren't I a good girl" innocent smile. "Hello, Pondo. I-- I just figured I'd stop by, you know, join you in your quarters for the night. Well, not like.. it doesn't have to be like that I just figured we could... at the very least drink some wine and chat and..." she giggled and exhaled, smiling up to him through her lashes, “see where the night takes us."

"Yeah," he said, softly again, opening the door a bit more to give her room to enter. "A drink sounds lovely."

Marcy gave an earnest smile and pushed past him slowly, her tail trailing against his chest. The door closed and inside she can feel it shut on a pain that had haunted her for years as Rhys is, for the first time, not on her mind at all.

Maiko pregnancy hc? :)

Omg okay, so for those of you who have seen New Girl, I think Mai’s pregnancy would be like Cece’s. While she’s pregnant, Mai has these spouts of irritability, genuine irritability, not just her normal moodiness. She hates being pregnant, and rightly so because her pregnancy was hard. That’s why her and Zuko only have one kid. (They were only planning on having one kid anyway, but the difficulty of Mai’s pregnancy solidified that). Zuko, like Schmidt, does everything he can to help her out, practically waiting on her hand and foot. One reason he does this is because he’s fraught with nerves about whether or not he’s going to be a good father, and waiting on Mai distracts him from those thoughts. He also just wants her to be as comfortable as she can be, and does everything in his power to make that possible. Despite Mai’s bouts of irritability, she is so grateful of everything Zuko does for her, and she makes sure he knows that. Zuko insists it’s the least he can do, after all he’s not the one carrying their child. When Izumi is born, both of them are in tears. Mai decides every second of pain and discomfort during the last nine months was worth it. That doesn’t mean she wants to do it again, but she loves this baby more than she’s ever loved anything. All of Zuko’s fears about becoming a father go away the first time he looks at Izumi. They come back later, but for this moment, he’s overcome by love for this small human. Later, that’s the moment they both remember the most. The difficulty of the previous nine months pales in comparison to the joy of seeing their daughter for the first time.

I’m also going to promo Maiko Week again. Oct. 25-31!

send me a character/ship, and i’ll write a hc

Oh My God, They Were Roommates || Camille & Cece

Timing: Sometime before Jane moved in (please don’t roast me)

Location: Cece’s house

Parties: Cece & @carrionxcamille

Summary: When Camille moved in with Cece they share dinner and get to know each other.

Camille was going to owe Cece for the rest of her life, and she didn’t even care about the debt.

Once she’d chucked her pitiful backpack of belongings- yes, she still had that little stuff to her name- into the bedroom that was to be hers, Camille bolted straight to the bathroom, throwing an apology over her shoulder for how long she was about to steal the shower for. Hey, the water pressure in that motel had done absolutely nothing for her hair. When she did eventually leave the bathroom in a flourish of steam with a towel wrapped around her head she felt more at peace than she had in months. Seriously, the wonders of a good hot shower never ceased to amaze.

It was a little while after that she left her room again, in the silky new pajama set she’d treated herself too with her hair soft and shiny and actually dry, since the hairdryer here didn’t threaten to overheat if you had it on for more than five minutes.

The fun didn’t stop there though, because now Camille had a whole actual kitchen to play with. “Cece, I’m gonna make dinner!” She called out, already rummaging through the fridge for ideas- she’d have to start writing the lists for their grocery shopping, this place was lacking- “stop me if you don’t like spaghetti carbonara!” She was already starting anyway, feeling lighter and more at ease than she had in weeks. To be in a real home again really lifted her spirits. 

In almost no time at all she had food set on the table- she was only sorry they didn’t have anything she could make dessert with, but ice cream would do- and was pouring a glass of white wine for each of the girls. “I’m sorry I immediately took over your shower and kitchen.” Camille said, now that some of her excitement had given way and reminded her of her manners, “I hope you like dinner, anyway. I just wanted to say thank you to you, for having me. It means a lot that you’d help me like you have.” 

Cece had been laughing to herself the entire day. As sad as it was, Camille didn’t have much to move with her when Cece set off on helping her move out of that shithole motel she had been trapped in. Nothing but a few small bags that needed transferred to the first of Cece’s guest bedrooms. It had been the same one that Morgan had used after a similar situation had her moving in. Personally, Cece loved the feeling. As horribly as her own circumstances had ended up with the coven, they had still taken her in after getting kicked out of her own home. When she had nowhere else to go, they had taken her in. Obviously, Cece wasn’t about to pull some bullshit like that, but she could pay it back minus the whole culty murder part.

As Camille made herself home and found her way to the fridge, Cece gravitated over towards it and joined her, grabbing a chair at the barstool that looked into the kitchen. “Ooh, Carbonara? Now that’s fancy.” Cece would take whatever Cam was planning on cooking. Cece wasn’t a picky eater by means, and she also wasn’t much of a cook. Cece had learned a few recipes from Morgan but rarely cooked them for herself. 

“Hey, feel free to cook in my kitchen any time. Especially if you’re making enough for two.” Cece held up her wine glass that Camille had poured as if in cheers, “But don’t worry. I have a full bathroom in my room. That one is all yours.” Cece didn’t waste any time digging into the food, nodding her head and giving a thumbs up after the first mouthful, “Oh this shit is bomb” Cece finally spoke after she finished chewing, digging right back in for another bite. “You don’t have to thank me. You needed a place that wasn’t a den for up and coming serial killers. I have two guest rooms. It all worked out. I’d love to know what convinced you to come here of all places.”

She was safe here, that was the other thing. It was so much easier to breathe when you couldn’t hear your vampire neighbors through the walls discussing some party, when you weren’t watching another sad looking lost soul slip through the door of the drug dealer who lived on the other side. This felt like the kind of place she could start her life again. Save up, get an ID and her own place. It would be nice to have company, too. Camille had spent so much time staring blankly at terrible wallpaper with no one to talk too. “You’re in luck, I don’t really know how to cook for just one person.” She laughed, taking a seat at the table and raising her own glass in return to Cece’s gesture. 

It was a simple meal, by her standards anyway, but even Camille was blown away by how good it tasted after weeks of microwave meals and cold sandwiches. “I’m glad you like it- you’ll have to let me know if there’s anything you absolutely won’t or can’t eat, I’ll do some grocery shopping later this week.” She was looking forward to that, too. Proper food shopping. She wondered if Cece had a vegetable crisper. Camille doesn’t answer the question at first, about what convinced her to move to White Crest. She’s not the first person to ask, and she has a party line about her parents living nearby which she knew she should use right now, but…

Camille was remembering the bar, that joke that had been made about Cece hexing someone. Was she really a witch? There wasn’t anything in the house that screamed witchcraft to Cam, but then again she had no idea what sort of stuff that would really be. She ate and drank quietly for a while, considering what to say. If Cam asked outright and Cece turned out to not be a witch, to not know about or believe in any of that kind of stuff, it would be throwing a serious wrench in their dynamic just as they were getting to know eachother. No one wanted a crazy roommate, and spouting off about witches was exactly that. “My parents live nearby.” She spoke up after a while, giving Cece a bright smile and a shrug, “I’d heard about this place growing up and I figured… Well, if there was a time to live in the weird town it was now, right? If nothing else there’s always something wacky going on if I need a distraction.” Which she did, often. “What about you? Why are you in White Crest?”

Cece leaned back in her chair dramatically and patted her belly, “Don’t you worry roomie. This girl eats and and everything. I’m not picky.” Unlike her adopted parents, who both had a myriad of food allergies and dietary restrictions, her genetic parents (fuck them wherever they may be) had graced her with the appetite and taste buds to enjoy just about anything. And no allergies that she knew of to worry about. “I’m not gonna leave you completely hanging though, don’t worry. I can’t cook for shit, but I’ll make an excellent sous-chef.” She feigned cutting vegetables with her fork and then took a huge bite of pasta, “You and me are about to put MasterChef to shame.” 

Cece didn’t believe the answer, not entirely. Maybe it was because of the town itself. It just didn’t seem like people picked up and moved here on a whim. They came here on purpose, or they ended up here by some supernatural unlucky twist of fate. Maybe Camille really did just want a change. If she was looking for a little excitement in her life, then maybe she did turn to the town with a weird reputation. Back in high school, when Cece was full swing into her horror movie phase she probably would have done the same exact thing. She supposed it didn’t matter at the moment, Cam had only just moved in. The two weren’t obligated to explain the truth about them being here to each other. Cece had gotten more comfortable around town, helping out when needed, but that didn’t mean she was yelling it down the streets. “Long story. My family travelled a lot. They’re like the weird living off the Earth hippy types. We travelled all over the country before I finally decided to split off and make my own path. I just so happened to be up here in the New England area, so I looked for some job postings and bought a house.” Cece shrugged. Maybe it was an oversimplified version of the truth, but that story wasn’t one that she planned on telling to anyone. “Not nearly as glamorous as it sounds, honestly. Most of the time, I miss Cali. But this place has its own charms. Can’t complain about the company. Yourself included of course. Being roommates gives you automatic rights to the bestie list. Welcome to the club.”

Camille nods, pretty happy it seems like she’ll be able to have her run of recipes in this house- she’s already running through a list of her favorite things she wants to make first. Salmon, risotto, chickpea curry, stuffed vine leaves, sunday lunch! She’d done pretty much all the meal cooking at home- jobless Jace had made do with sandwiches or leftovers most of the time for lunch while she was at work- so it would be nice to get back into the swing of it, and actually have a little help. She’d read somewhere that cooking together could be a good bonding experience. Cam chuckled, “well that’s good. I’m sure you’ll be able to learn a little if we’re cooking together, too.” And she’d pick up a couple of her old favorite recipe books to leave behind once she moved out, too.

It was also nice to have her food appreciated for once, she’d been lucky to get so much as a thankyou out of Jace. Cam ate a little more as Cece explained how she’d found herself in town, quietly a little jealous that she’d travelled and seen so much more of the country than Cam ever had. From Bangor to Boston and pretty much back again. “Sounds like it must have made for a fun childhood.” She beams when Cece refers to her as a bestie- it’s been an awful long time since Camille has had proper friends. “Happy to be a member.” She says, “I think I’ve hit a patch of good luck, considering how coincidental it was that I met you that night at the bar.” She traces a finger around the rim of her wine glass, smiling wistfully, “hopefully it means things are turning around for me.”

Cece let herself laugh, whether it came across as genuine or sarcastic one was anybody’s guess. Must have made for a fun childhood. Explaining Cece’s past, even a felony free PG version of the tale, seemed complicated. Her life had been made up of different families. Her blood family that had never wanted her. Her adopted family that turned their backs on her. Her coven family, that took advantage of her. And her life here, with some semblance of a found family being built. Far too complex to try to get into during their first dinner together. So as far as Cam knew, maybe her life travelling around the country had been a fun childhood, even if she had never actually left California until she had turned 18. “Everyday was different, I’ll tell you that. Plus it led me here, where I spent the first few months freezing my ass day in and day out.” Cece pointed towards the closet near the front door, “Seriously, you should see all the winter coats I have in there. I used to wear those around the house.” 

That night had been a happy coincidence, hadn’t it? If Cece and Winn had gone to any other bar they probably wouldn’t have met each other at all. Just one of a sea of faces the two would look by as they passed each other on the street everyone once and awhile. “Fate does work in mysterious ways, I guess.” Cece wasn’t big into the idea of fate. From what she had seen, if you didn’t take control of it yourself fate had a tendency to fuck you over. “Ah right, you are here after a shitty divorce, right?” Cece vaguely remembered the conversation from that night, though admittedly Winn’s stream of drinks that he was footing the bill for had kept her pretty tipsy the entire night. “From what I remember, he sounds like a real fuckboy. So good for you, girl. You deserve a lot better.”

Adults are harder to read than kids. Even if what a kid says is confusing their tone always gives them away, because they haven’t quite figured out how to change that yet. Cece laughs, and there’s an edge to it but Camille doesn’t know what that means- did she resent her parents for dragging her around the country when she’d have rather stayed in one place? Was it not fun for her? It’s really not her place to pry, of course. Big changes to your life were not always a good thing though, she understood that. “I suppose it must be cold, compared to Cali.” Cam grins ruefully, “I’m used to it. Boston isn’t quite as cold, but near enough.” And maybe she’d borrow one or two of those coats, just to mix up wearing the same outfits over and over again.

It was no small favor, putting a roof over her head and getting her out of that motel. Camille couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something so nice for her- of course, bar telling her colleague what a terrible person Jace had actually turned out to be she couldn’t really remember telling anyone about her problems either, so maybe that was why. “Adam was a fuckboy.” Camille corrects, shaking her head and smiling a little at the memory of him- she was still shocked someone his age would even want to flirt with her, as put on as it was- “Jace was a nasty prick.” She has a sip of wine, like even saying his name makes her mouth feel bad. “So the divorce was great, it’s the marriage that was awful.” That’s half true, the divorce could have also been better, but murder isn’t exactly dinner conversation. “I mean I was dating that guy since high school, we were perfect. Seriously- that best couple superlative thing at prom? We won it.” When life was all fun and games, Jace had been the ideal partner. Charming, likeable, energetic. It was when he realized he couldn’t be the star of the football team his entire life that shit went downhill. “I don’t know what happened. Spent over a decade trying to make him happy, woke up one morning and realized I hated him.” 

Camille wrinkles her nose, twirling more pasta around her fork and taking a bite before she talks again. “Sorry, don’t let me go on about it. It’s over, I’m good. New start.” She scrambles for a lighter topic, “so I know you work with Regan, but what is it that you actually do? Are you her assistant, or something?”

“It’s so fucking cold here, Cam. So. Fucking. Cold.” Even the summers had nothing on LA. Cece had been that annoying teen that spent all day on the bitch and only applied sunscreen once. Her skin wasn’t used to this lack of sunshine. It rebelled against her.

“Fair. At least Adam has a good attitude. I think he’s a himbo.” Cece nodded at herself, liking and accepting the comparison. Adam seemed like the type that respected women while wanting to bone them. Cece could respect that. This Jace dude on the other hand? Seemed like a dumpster fire personified. “Glad you had that epiphany. That freedom must feel so good after all these years. The offer still stands about fucking up his life. I love me a good revenge arch.” 

Camille didn’t seem to love talking about it, and though Cece did figure she’d get the full story eventually, maybe that was a conversation for another day. Maybe after they had been roommates for a longer period of time than a few days. “Me? Regan’s assistant?” Cece rocked her head back and gave a single, loud laugh. “I couldn’t be her assistant. I’d get fired so quickly.” Cece worked for Regan, but her saving grace was that Cece did her own thing at work. “I’m a toxicologist for the medical examiner’s office. It sounds fancy, but I spend most of my day running tests on urine and blood and every other bodily fluid you can imagine. Glamorous stuff, I know.”

Camille chuckled, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t travelled much. Jace and I went to Flora for spring break in classic fashion, Clearwater.” Despite herself she grins a little at the memory- it had been a good time. “I imagine this place might make you feel like an icicle after spending your whole life somewhere with that kind of heat.”

She had never been much of a gossiper, at least not about herself. It was a habit cultivated since high school- top of your class with the star of the football team on your arm? Your life is perfect and you’re the envy of every other kid there. End of story. Don’t tell your friends about the big fight you and Jace had, or how you had to stay up studying until you passed out at your desk to get that high score on the history test. The whole damn reason she worked so hard was so that people never knew that stuff. It was a lot harder to present a perfect facade these days, as a divorced woman with a shitty job, but Cam would do what she could.

Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. “A… Himbo? I don’t know what that is.” God, she was so old. She’d never had to say that before. But seriously, himbo? That wasn’t a word. Camille taught english lit! She knew all the words! Camille smirked at the offer, but shook her head. “There’s no one to pay his bills or get him beer out the fridge now, I think that’s probably gonna fuck him up enough.” That, and the fact that he was in jail for killing her. Rotten bastard. Couldn’t exactly tell Cece that, though.

Camille would admit to knowing next to nothing about science, but as an elementary school teacher she had seen the ways they tried to push young girls into softer interests, so she admired women like Regan and Cece who had pursued their passion regardless. “You have to follow what interests you.” She shrugged, “I could easily argue there’s nothing glamorous about teaching kids English lit but I loved it all the same.” It had been a good compromise; her desire to be an author and her love for children. 

“There’s a certain charm in staying still, I think.” Cece admitted. Before she had been forced to leave, Cece had never had much interest in leaving LA. She liked California, liked the atmosphere and the people. Her first time leaving had been more out of necessity and the opportunity to have people help her. That had obviously gone to shit. “But I come from a place of privilege in that. I’ve been able to travel around to get to say that planting roots is better. You might think the opposite.” For what it was worth, besides the fact that her ex husband was a complete fuckwad, she didn’t seem disappointed by the memory.

“Ooh, I get to give you an english lesson? How the turns have tabled.” Cece perked up. It was cute, Cam not knowing what a himbo was. “A himbo is an evolved fuck boy. They’re still stupid, cute jocks. Muscles like a god, but a single brain cell bouncing around that empty skull.” Cece waved her finger around her head as an example, “But they’re actually good people. Himbos don’t fuck with misogyny or homophobia or racism. They mix respect women juice in with their protein shakes.” Cece interrupted her speech by stuffing pasta into her mouth. “Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.”

“Agreed. I can tell you’d be good with kids.” Camille kept a calmness about her, but had a quirkier side that Cece would have to work at pulling out. All in due time. “If you still love teaching so much, have you considered looking at the schools here? Seeing if there are any openings?”

Camille grinned and nodded- she’d had friends who’d taken off after highschool, figured out their way around the globe. Some of them came back changed with all these grand ideas and new goals for their life, others just rolled back into town with no money and no idea what to do next. She’d always figured it didn’t matter where you went, problems followed you anyway. “I always wanted to get settled somewhere myself, have a home and a family…” She trailed off sadly, unable to stop herself from remembering how hopeful she’d once been about it all. Buying that house and decorating with Jace, making plans to turn the spare room into a nursery one day. She shook herself out of the melancholy, taking a long sip from her wine glass. “I nearly went to New York for college, but decided on Boston instead.” Well, settled for. Because Jace got accepted there.

Really their elementary education programs were both wonderful, so it was fine.

She listened attentively as Cece explained the term, lips pulling up into an amused grin. “Oh, it’s a portmanteau!” Cam realized after a moment, “him and bimbo.” She nods, “I get it now. Strong and kind, but not the sharpest stick in the bunch. That’s a good one, I like it.” Had to be a term that the younger generation had coined, she wondered if Cece even realized how common of an english lit practice she’d adopted for her terminology. Cam smiles, “I’ve always liked kids.” Her good mood drops again, quickly, though. Working at a local school… Her identity, all her qualifications and achievements. They belonged to a dead woman, she couldn’t use them now. “It’s something I’ll look into, I think. When things are more settled for me.” She lied, “for the moment I just want to get used to a new town, focus on myself for a bit and what I really want for my future.” After pushing pasta around her plate for a minute Cam looks up, smiling. “What about your future? Is there a step up from a toxicologist, are you thinking about more qualifications? A PhD or something?”

Cece leaned back in her chair and tried to picture that for Camille. Cece herself had never much considered that sort of life for herself. Even back as a teenager, when her life was as normal as a girl growing up in LA could be, the idea of the white picket fence life had always been a bit too cookie cutter for Cece’s lifestyle. Now, Cece wasn’t sure she was cut out for it even if it was something she did want. Too much baggage, maybe. Or too little patience to deal with bullshit. Clearly, Camille had dealt with her fair share if she was no longer living the married life. “You’re still pretty damn young. No reason you shouldn’t be able to still have that. And this time we’ll make sure they’re not a giant bag of dicks disguised as a high school sweetheart.”

“A portman-who?” Cece questioned, eyebrow raising and a smirk crossing her lips. Cece wasn’t much for this shit, but loved Camille’s excitement about it. What an english teacher thing to do. “Yeah for sure. Let me know if I can help with anything. I have no connections to the school, but the two of us together? I bet we could charm the hell out of anyone we need.” Camille seemed to be over the conversation and promptly flipped it around back to Cece, questioning the career that Cece hadn’t given much thought to by herself. “Hmm… not where I am currently, not really. Working for a private company would probably get me more money. Or I could try to get in with the university. Write papers and teach some classes if I really wanted. I’m happy where I am though.” The idea of getting a doctorate was honestly hilarious to Cece and she couldn’t help the laugh building up before eventually bursting free, “God, no. Can you imagine? I couldn’t imagine expecting people to call me Doctor Bishop. I’m not pretentious enough.” 

Camille had spent years working towards the next milestone. Graduate highschool, then college, then start the perfect life. Had it all fallen apart so spectacularly to send her a sign? Was she pushing so hard to get something she couldn’t have? There were people everywhere with happy families, and she’d put so much damn effort into having hers. Was the world mocking her? Rip it all away and send her back to square one, just to see if she does the same stupid stuff all over again.

Well, maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she’d say sod the man and sod the family and just do whatever made her happy! If she could figure out what that was. Was it marriage and kids? Not right now. Honestly the idea of being alone in a house with a man was the last thing she wanted right now. But one day, probably. She giggled a little at Cece’s choice phrasing, “well, if I meet someone I think is charming I’ll make sure to have them screened by you just to be sure.”

“A portmanteau.” She repeated, “a blend of two words. Y’know, brunch, podcast, smog, himbo.” Cam’s glad she doesn’t mind the shift in conversation- she would like to know more about the schools here, and how she might go about getting work in them, but there was no point giving that sort of stuff any of her time until she had the essentials figured out. Would Cece know anyone who could get her an ID? Regan was staunchly against helping Camille with anything illegal, but hopefully her new friend wasn’t quite so rigid as that, and willing to keep a secret. “It’s not about pretention, it’s about qualification.” Camille argued, “a doctorate would open up a lot of opportunities, if you were interested. I don’t think it’s pretentious to value your education.” Cece was so young, and already trying to strike off paths for her future without really considering them. “If teaching ever did interest you I could offer some pointers. Though I’ve never taught a university class, my advice might be a little too juvenile.” 

“I’ll happily screen any of your potential love interests. I have a rigorous testing regiment to ensure only the most worthy pass through. The others are sent away, broken of hearts and blue of balls.” Cece stated it wistfully as if she were writing it in some victorian style letter. She rested her face into the palms of her hands and stared in wonder at Camille as she defined and even provided examples of a portmanteau. “I love it when you talk literary devices to me. Very hot for teacher vibes.” 

Camille seemed passionate about Cece keeping her options open for this higher education thing. Honestly, Cece had never considered a doctorate as a viable career path for her. Completing her degree while constantly travelling had been enough of a handful. Trying to deal with four more years of schooling just had not seemed possible. But Cece wasn’t a wanderer anymore. She had settled down in an area with a good job, better connections and a college close to her. It was certainly something to consider, even if it didn’t sound like much fun. “Okay mom. I’ll keep my options open.” Cece couldn’t see herself teaching younger students. Not for any specific reasons, just because her specific interests in toxicology tended to be more specialized than elementary, middle or even most high schools tended to offer. “Please, I guarantee your job was a hundred times harder than anything a college professor deals with. I’d take your advice over them anyday.”

Camille wasn’t even sure what dating was like these days. How did you meet people? There were all the apps, but that seemed so impersonal. Was she meant to go to a bar? The first and last person to sidle up to her at such a location was Adam and they’d already gone through why that was a bad idea- oh god, was White Crest like a college town? Was she even going to find any viable older men here? Must start paying more attention to the morning coffee crowd to find out. She chuckled and shook her head, “funnily enough I don’t think it’s the kind of come on that’s going to work in the real world. I’m gonna have to figure out some new moves.” 

In highschool her move had just been walking right up to Jace by his locker one day and asking him if he wanted to ask her to the dance, and that had been that. Probably wasn’t the way to go about things as an adult. She sighed and stabbed her fork back into the pasta, “I’m just saying, you’re too young to be closing doors like that. You don’t have to do it right now obviously, but it might be something to consider later down the line.” Though teaching specifically was something Cam believed you should only get into if you were truly passionate about it- too many teachers did it for the wrong reasons and that was how you ended up with miserable classrooms. “Ah, true. I doubt many professors have had to explain to their students why they shouldn’t eat paper. I’d be happy to advise though, with further study and all that stuff, I do love a good excuse for a pros and cons list.” Plus helping with this kind of decision just felt like another way to balance the scales between the two of them, and Camille wanted the excuse to reminisce. She pushed her empty bowl to the side a little, “you’ll figure out what you want, anyway. You’ve got time.” 

Time- how much did Camille have? What would Cece do if she found out the truth? What if someone from Boston found out, or her parents decided to visit White Crest for a weekend? “I think I’m gonna have another glass of wine.” She decided, pushing out of her chair to retrieve the bottle from the fridge, “do you want one?”

“I’ll be your wingwoman any night. Once you want to get back out there.” Cece wiggled her eyebrows, always encouraging a one night stand or two to blow off some steam. It hadn’t been Cece’s style lately, a bit of her party years getting more than enough attention while she was with the coven. But Camille had been with the same man for years, and he sounded like a bit of a prick. She could probably benefit from a few wild nights to get her mind off of things. And Cece would be a bad friend if she didn’t tag along to make sure everything went smoothly.

When Camille broke the conversation for wine, Cece was more than happy to oblige. There had been way too much talk about the future tonight. Cece was trying to live day to day here in town. Thinking about what the future could hold was way too depressing. “Please, if there’s one thing you should learn about me it’s that you never have to ask if I want more wine.” Cece laughed, downing the rest of her glass and sliding it over towards Camille for a refill. “If you remember that then you and I are going to be the best of friends.”

2020 is almost done and over with! With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

Listen here! I’m sending something for the mun (the 2020 thing) and not the muse cause CeCe already professes her love to Reggie.

So! I came into the JatP fandom late and into the JatP roleplaying fandom later and felt small in the world of JatP roleplaying. And then I met you. I was afraid to send you any asks because I felt inferior and then you liked a post I did so I sent an ask and was excited when you replied to it.

And then when you put your discord out there I was again afraid to send a message because I didn’t know how you would react, but then you replied. And let me tell you I’m so so glad you did because I feel like I would not have had a great friend as I have with you if you hadn’t replied.

You are one of the best friends I have made online. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I was slowly losing my interest and muse for my multimuse until I found this fandom and found a friend like you. A friend that is okay with our crazy relationship of Reggie/CeCe. That is okay when me spouting useless junk that is either related to the two of them or not.

What I’m trying to say is I’m glad I made a friend like you! Happy 2020!!

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i, too, came into the fandom kind of late. i kept being like, “no, i’m not going to like it”. and then i watched and fell in love.

i am slow as fuck at replying to memes, but honestly, this goes to anyone reading this, never be afraid to send me things! i’m not intimidating. :3

and honestly, you are one of the greatest friends i’ve made in the roleplaying world! i am so glad i came into this fandom and that we followed each other.

i’ve been slowly losing muse on all of my blogs and i was beginning to second guess making this blog and was just going to delete it.

but yes. i love cece/reggie. and even our talks about everything else. i am so, so glad we found each other. and hopefully we keep talking! <3

mf stole my tags…. cant have shit in detroit

Wanna spoil me for Christmas? you can buy baby me things for fun......heehee love you all

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is an amazing writer but thinks otherwise and tends to plagiarize others works

smokes about a pack of cigarettes a day, either from anxiety or just socially

she’s originally from new york city but moved to denver for college but never actually graduated college although she’s hella smart and can spout random facts at you all day

is extremely full of herself and sort of and by that, i mean she 100% has a god complex and thinks she’s better than everyone but she’s also deeply insecure

is very anti .... lots of things and doesn’t want to get a job because she feels like it’ll stifle her creativity and makes her money by writing term papers for college kids (she’s also a huge hypocrite)

cece is drunk probably about 99% of the time and will kiss anyone who even looks in her general direction

is very intense when it comes to things of the romantic variety? she will spill out i love yous after a few days but than not even a day later, she gets bored of them and moves on to the next exciting thing

can be very, very cruel and won’t feel bad about it. will use your deepest and darkest secrets against you if she can gain something from it

probably has a treasure trove of mental health issues but copes with these things by drinking heavily and doing copious amounts of drugs

her apartment is littered with journals that she’s written half stories in and abandons them

wants to be recognized for her greatness and thinks her doing some drastic will get her there

will probably steal from you after hitting on you or trying to fuck you

is fiercely codependent on her group of friends and would kill for them (probably)

was in a relationship with an older man for awhile that pretty much just used her and kept her drugged for awhile but shhh, she doesn’t talk about that

cece tries to remain a mystery to the people who aren’t close to her and tries her hardest to keep that whole shtick up

once slept with a famous actor who put her picture up on his instagram and she pretended not to know him when they met up again

she is pansexual as all hell and loves the freedom it gives her

has never experienced true and genuine love although it has been offered to her many times from different suitors

cece is a fantastic cook and the only time she does it is when she’s trying to sleep with someone

is the epitome of every lana del rey song ever???

You’re My Music (R5) - No More Secrets.

I walked into my bedroom. There she was still on my bed. “What in the world are you still doing on my bed?”

“Great question Rian; I believe it’s one we should all ask ourselves.”

“I’m serious. It’s two o’clock. Have you even stood up?” It was the middle of the night around one o’clock or so when CeCe climbed into my bed. I was tired and confused, but when I asked her what was going on tears just started falling down her face, and she asked weeping if she could stay in my room for the night. She looked beat so I let her sleep in my bed while I went to join Riker in his. When I awoke in the morning she was still half asleep in my bed and I couldn’t get anything out of her. Riker and I went to lunch and she was still there when I got back.

“I’ll have you know I got up to grab your laptop and watch Netflix. I’m watching 17 Again with Zac Efron. Ugh he makes me so horny.” She moaned. I rolled my eyes at her.

“Well I guess you do have Rocky for that.” That is not something I usually would say, but I was hoping to get some sort of reaction out of her. She didn’t give me any reasoning to why she showed up in my room crying in the middle of the night.

“Ehh…I’m not big on sex with exes. But you’re not big on sex at all so I guess you’d understand.”

“Wait WHAT?”

“Or what did you and Riker finally do it? You two can’t keep your hands off each other it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“That’s not what I meant! What do you mean exes? Did you and Rocky break up?”

“Oh so you are still a virgin you-”

“CeCe this is not about me we’re talking about you. Is that why you were so upset? Did you and Rocky break up?”

“I mean yea, but whatever.”

“Whatever? CeCe how can you be so nonchalant about this.”

“FINE! Okay fine! I was trying to ignore it because thinking about the fact that my boyfriend that I live with abruptly dumped me at one am this morning after sex sucks!” I could see tears come to her eyes again. She grabbed a pillow from behind her and threw it at the door angrily. “IT SUCKS!” She screamed, then began to sob. I sat down on my bed against the headboard and wrapped my arms around CeCe. Her face fell onto my shoulder and she cried some more.

“Oh CeCe.” I tried to comfort her. It was so intense I didn’t know what to think myself. It was so abrupt I didn’t even understand why it had happened. What had been going through that boy’s brain.

“I hate him.” She sobbed. “I hate him.”  

“Well to address your previous question yes I am still a virgin.” I said in an attempt to either distract or cheer her up a little. CeCe broke from her sob to let out a small chuckle.

“I know. You’d tell me the first second you got some.” She grinned. The grin though, didn’t last long.

“How about you go jump in the shower. I’ll grab some clothes from your room, and we can go see a movie or something just to get out of the house.” CeCe nodded her head, and shut the laptop.

“Yea. That’d be nice.” As CeCe exited the room to go to the bathroom I got up as well to go get some of her clothes from her room and maybe even talk to Rocky. Something I hadn’t been successful with lately. I walked into the hall and crept up to his door. I was nervous yet I knew I had to do it. I brought my fist up and after a moment of hesitation I laid a slight knock on the door.

“Yea?” He called. I place my hand on the golden knob and squeezed it ever so slightly to turn it and open the door. I could feel my heart pulsing.

“Hey.” I mumbled inching into the room. He raised his eyebrows and directed his head towards me like he was waiting for me to say something else.

“What?” His tone was annoyed. I figured.

“I just came to grab some clothes for CeCe.” I spoke completely entering the room. He turned his head away from me and just lazily pointed at the closet. I made my way to the closet and looked through a few things. As I grabbed a few of her items I thought I would try to talk to him.

“Are…are you okay?” I stuttered out.

“Fine.” He said still annoyed.

“Well you know if you need to talk to someone you can talk to me.”

“I said I’m fine!” He raised his tone a little on fine, but then kept talking. “You don’t talk to me about anything so why should I talk to you.”

“Because we’re supposed to be best friends. I care about you a lot and I care if you’re okay!”

“Sure. Whatever.” Rocky stood up, and without other notice he stumbled out of the room.

“Rocky come on!” I chased after him. He made his way down the steps and I followed him through the living room to the kitchen where he opened the fridge, grabbed a can of pop, opened it, and started guzzling it down.

“What do you want me to say Rian? It’s my life and my relationship so you don’t get a say. If anybody would understand that I’d expect it to be you.”

“Why do we have to dwell on this? You are my best friend doesn’t that mean anything to you.”

“YEA RIAN THAT MEANS THE WHOLE FREAKIN WORLD TO ME. Don’t you realize that’s why I’m so hurt by this. I tried to warn you about Riker, but you never listened.”

“That’s bull you know that. You have never given me a single reason why Riker is so ‘dangerous’ you just spout off about how much you don’t want me to be with him.”

“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to tell you about all the messed-up stuff that Riker’s done. I don’t want you to end up being another Anna I couldn’t handle that.”

“Anna? Who is Anna?”

“I didn’t figure he told you. I wasn’t going to tell you. You said you loved Riker and I wanted to protect you. Whether you believe it or not, Rian I still care about you more than you know. I’ve been stumbling over whether telling you all this stuff or not was better for you. Maybe it should be your choice.”

“What stuff? What are you talking about?’

“Riker hasn’t been very honest with you. He’s my brother and I love him but I think you should hear all of this if you’re going to fall in love with him.” He paused and looked like he was struggling to let out any other words. “Anna is the senior who’s ahead of the dance group at your school.”

“Anna? You know my Anna personally?”

“I should say so we dated for quite some time.”

“WHAT? Why did you never say anything about this to me?”

“It ended messy and complicated. I thought at some point Riker would tell you all about what had happened but he never did.”

“What happened? What does it have to do with Riker?”

“Anna cheated on me with Riker. She didn’t want to do anything until we got more serious. Guess she didn’t mind with my brother.” I was kind of in shock. That didn’t sound anything like my Riker.

“I can’t believe he would do something like that.”

“He’s done a lot you wouldn’t believe.” I heard a creak from behind. I quickly turned around to see Riker standing in the entry of the kitchen. I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t know what he was going to say to me? What all did he hear?

“Rocky could Rian and I talk?” Riker asked. Rocky with a shrug left and I tensed, I didn’t know what was going to happen next.  

“So I’m guessing Rocky told you everything?” Riker asked sheepishly.

“Is that what has been between you guys all this time? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry. I never knew when the right time would be, and I wasn’t sure if bringing it up was a good idea. Nobody likes to dwell on the past.”

“Well the past is a part of us. With you and Rocky’s relationship like this it’s obvious you guys are dwelling on the past.”  I replied sternly.

“I thought this would make you upset.”

“Well I am upset. I don’t know what I’m more upset with the fact that you slept with Rocky’s girlfriend or that you didn’t want to tell me about it. I thought you were acting weird when you met Anna at the recital. No wonder she let you fill in she knew you.”

“Yes. I debated telling you there but when she introduced herself as someone new to me I just ran with it. It was a mistake, I know. I mess up a lot. It’s a lot less than I used to at least and I didn’t want you to think of me as some cheating scum.” He managed to mutter. I was torn, I hated it when he kept secrets from me.

“I don’t think of you as some cheating scum its just..”

“Rian, look me in the eyes and tell me this doesn’t affect you at all. I know it does.”

“Okay maybe it kind of hurts. I don’t want to blame you but I don’t know I have all these thoughts. I feel like If you were okay with her cheating than maybe you’d be more likely to cheat. And you’ve lied about this so-”

“Rian you know I’d never cheat on you. I wasn’t lying about any of it I just didn’t think tell the truth would be beneficial.”

“Not telling me the truth is pretty much lying. Sometime you say things and you twist words and it worries me.” I admitted.

“I’m sorry. Rian I love you, and I don’t mean to twist things I want to be as honest as possible with you. How can I make this better?”

“How about from now on no more secrets okay?”

Riker then promised. “Okay, no more secrets.”

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cece! give me a topic blease i can’t just go spouting random things my brain doesn’t know how to focus!!!

 Don’t Kiss the Messenger (Edge Lake High School, #1) by Katie Ray Publication Date: April 10, 2017 Publisher: Entangled Teen Crush

For most of her teenage life, CeCe Edmonds has been dealing with the stares and the not-so-polite whispers that follow her around Edgelake High. So she has a large scar on her face—Harry Potter had one on his forehead and people still liked him.

CeCe never cared about her looks—until Emmett Brady, transfer student and football darling, becomes her literature critique partner. The only problem? Emmett isblindsided by Bryn DeNeuville, CeCe’s gorgeous and suddenly shy volleyball teammate.

Bryn asks CeCe to help her compose messages that’ll charm Emmett.CeCe isn’t sure there’s anything in his head worth charming but agrees anyway—she’s a sucker for a good romance. Unfortunately, the more messages she sends and the more they run into each other, the more she realizes there’s plenty in his head, from food to literature. Too bad Emmett seems to be falling for the wrong girl…

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book involves one fiercely scarred girl who wants the new guy in town, the new guy who thinks he wants the new girl, and the new girl who really isn’t sure what she wants, and the misunderstanding that brings them all together. This modern Cyrano de Bergerac retelling will make you laugh, swoon, and fall in love.

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About the Author:

Katie Ray (also known by her previous author name, Katie Kacvinsky) writes teen and new adult fiction novels. Her books have been nominated for YALSA awards, and First Comes Love was a finalist for the Oregon Book Award. Her screenplay, A High Note, was a semifinalist in the Austin Screenplay Competition in 2015. She currently lives in Ashland, Wisconsin with her husband, two children, and a slightly insane dog.

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Giveaway:

One (1) SIGNED copy of Don’t Kiss the Messenger

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Quick Reasons: loveloveLOVE the message here; this novel is packed with growth, courage, and morals; subjects are touched with sensitivity and tact; the snark and witty banter made this penguin swoon; cute, endearing characters….though I’m a bit iffy about the role of parents in this novel

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devoured it

insta-love

fishing for more

entertaining

Huge thanks to Katie Ray, Entangled: Crush, Netgalley, and Chapter by Chapter Book Tours for granting me free access to a digital galley of this title in exchange for an honest review! This in no way altered my read of or opinions on this book.

I have to be honest, penguins. I sort of totally forgot I had this tour coming up. As in, I sat down in front of my computer on Saturday after work, opened up my calendar…and panicked because I hadn’t even STARTED the book yet. I promptly, of course, dropped everything else–told the boyfriend to watch his youtube “watch later” list and clicked open the galley on my Fire tablet. I fully expected to be sliding into Sunday with only half the read finished, in a blind panic to get to the close before the night’s end so I wasn’t RUSHING to get my review written before falling into bed. I totally forgot this book tour was coming…and it snuck up on me, but when I sat down today to read, I did not expect the whirlwind that was this book.

Because this read? Was a whirlwind. It’s boarding school, and opposites-attract, and poetic, and beautiful. I read this in something like three hours–maybe less, I don’t know because I was in such a hurry to read that I didn’t really keep track of the time I spent doing just that. This is teen angst at its best, and I adored every minute of it. The characters are endearing, and redeemable, and beautifully woven throughout. I fell in love with the witty banter, especially spouting from CeCe. She is such a fierce, tough character…and I honestly feel like she is, at the heart of things, the sort of role model girls in today’s world need. Because she’s fierce, and honest, and she doesn’t so much “hide” herself from the world but instead tackles it head-on. She challenges her classmates to see BEYOND the scar, to see anything outside the one feature people insist defines her. She challenges people who might in other ways be “bullies” to move past that, to accept her as she is, and to get over the pettiness that appearance sometimes brings with it.

This is a story of growth, and acceptance, and standing up for yourself. This is a journey that focuses on the emotional and, sometimes, damaging ways the world effects us. I was, however, a little put off by the role of these kids’ parents throughout. It is made clear, early on, that CeCe and Emmett are a bit…on their own? They are cut off from their families, sort of striking it out alone. Of course, they do have backstories and reasons for the distance…and in some cases, this distance is bridged in the journey, but… I felt like the parents were more cardboard cutouts than actual characters, I guess. I suppose this makes sense, though–they are away at a boarding school of sorts, and therefore, not under their parents’ or guardians’ supervision. It just bugged me a little…but not enough to put a damper on the read!

This was a fun, snarky, angst-laden title, and I cannot WAIT to lay hands on the next book in this series–it’s bound to be just as entertaining a journey! The characters are endearing and adorable, the witty banter scenes were delicious, and I blew through this like a whirlwind. I recommend the read to lovers of cutesy contemporaries, characters struggling to understand the world, and tastefully handled morals. Like the title says, penguins–don’t kiss the messenger. You might just like it.

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sorry im gonna make a vent tag. this is a website my friends. arent really on so its a good place for me to whine

block vent :( for posts about me and rant >:( for my other needlessly negative posts lmaoo

maybe i being stupid and maybe im overreacting but

their horns point. at eachother