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stayathomesurveys · 2 years

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Would you rather have macaroni salad or potato salad as a side dish? I like both. At this particular moment, I would rather have macaroni salad.

How many pairs of winter gloves do you own? None.

Which type of deli meat do you prefer? Turkey.

Where’d you go the last time that you took an Uber? I don’t remember.

How many pounds can you lift on your own? I’m not sure.

Which foods do you typically pair with peanut butter? Bread, jelly. Apples. Chocolate.

Whenever you print something, is it typically in color or black and white? Usually black & white.

What would you put into your own homemade trail mix? I wouldn’t.

Do you know anyone with two different colored irises? No.

Can you reach the top shelves in your home, or is it a struggle? I can’t. I have to get out the little ladder stepper thing.

Do you prefer to use headphones or earbuds? Headphones. Earbuds always fall out of my ears :(

Do you own any complete television series on DVD? Which ones? No.

Which sneaker do you typically put on first? Whichever.

What can you see when you glance out the closest window? The pool.

Have you ever participated in any sort of a protest? What was it about? No.

What was the last thing to make you laugh until you cried? No idea.

Toilet paper - are you a folder or a scruncher? Folder with a bit of scrunch, I guess. I basically wrap it around my hand and then pull it off my hand, and then scrunch it a little bit. TMI, I guess.

If you could own your own business, what would you sell? I dunno.

What’s your favorite flavor potato chip? Usually sour cream & onion.

What is one vegetable that you will never eat? I dunno.

Do you like nuts in your chocolate? I tolerate it but I don’t usually prefer/crave it. With the exception of Mr. Goodbar and the Hershey’s bar w/ almond (esp the nuggets). The Heshey’s bars with almonds just hit different... not sure why. The chocolate is almost softer, if I had to describe it.

Who pinched your butt last? My boyfriend.

What’s your favorite way to eat an egg? Scrambled.

What’s your favorite type of seafood, if any? Shrimp and salmon. I’m really not a seafood person, though.

Have you ever found a hair or a bug in your food? Yes, ew.

If you had the money to do so, which room of your home would you renovate next? I don’t own my apartment.

Do you have a garage? If so, what’s in it? My apartment has a parking garage. There are cars in it. Obviously.

Would you rather play field hockey or ice hockey, and why? Field hockey. I don’t know how to ice skate and ice hockey seems more violent.

Have you ever ridden a mechanical bull? No.

Do you personally know anyone who is currently incarcerated? No.

Have you ever had your glasses broken before? How? Yes. I don’t remember.

If you have contacts, did you ever have a fear of accidentally poking yourself in the eye? I don’t have contacts.

Do you have a favorite bird? No.

Who is your favorite superhero? I don’t have one.

When’s the last time you sharted yourrself? Never.

How many of your family member live out of state or in a different country? Most of them.

Who does the yardwork at your home? I live in an apartment... they have groundskeepers for that.

How often can you not fall back asleep when you’re woken up in the middle of the night? Often.

Were you someone who used to enjoy purchasing school supplies? Yup! I love buying anything stationary related or typical school supplies. I basically collect pens and notebooks/journals.

What is one of your favorite childhood memories? I don’t feel like reminisicing.

What is something you wish you had insurance on? Myself? I don’t have health insurance anymore and I need to go to the dentist, eye doctor, PCP, neurologist, and GYN. Oops.

How often do you read a book? (for pleasure) Occasionally.

Have you ever been skiing before? No. I’ve been snowboarding once.

Would you rather visit a museum or a gallery, and why? I like both. Probably an art gallery. I find they aren’t as packed as museums.

Have you ever skipped school? Yes.

Did you attend many sleepovers as a child? Yup.

Who’s the last person you got a card for? What was the occasion? My boyfriend’s sister and her husband and baby. Their daughter’s christening.

When’s the last time you made a s'more? It’s been a long time.

Do you remember to use bug spray in the summertime? No.

Do you have any college loans to still pay off? Yes.

If you had to teach a class, what would it be about? I wouldn’t.

Do you like to go ice skating during the winter? I’ve never been but I really, really want to.

What is your opinion on sex before marriage? Ok.

Are you typically the heartbreaker or the heartbreakee? I don’t know.

Would you rather read Twilight or Harry Potter? Harry Potter.

What is something you’re curious about but never have the courage to ask? I don’t know.

What could you confidently give at least a 5-minute speech about? No idea.

Would you rather write on a chalkboard or a whiteboard? Whiteboard.

What’s the last concert you attended? I don’t remember. Probably CCMF a few years ago?

What was the last compliment you received? What was it? From who? I don’t know. Probably something about being beautiful from my boyfriend.

Is there anyone out there who you truly hate? Uhhh.

Do you know of any cats who like to play fetch? Yes, mine.

When’s the last time you had a bloody nose? Never.

Can you walk on stilts? No. Never tried.

Can you successfully complete any yo-yo tricks? No.

How much of your day is spent listening to music? It varies day to day.

Would you enjoy going deep sea diving? I don’t know, maybe. It’s on my bucket list.

How good are you at memory match games? Good.

Do you like rollercoasters? Nope.

What electronic would you personally be able to survive without? Gaming consoles.

Approximately how many books do you own? Not many.

What’s the longest the power has gone out in your town? I don’t know.

Have you ever had your wisdom teeth removed? Yes.

What’s the last thing you complained about? I don’t remember.

Can you do a cartwheel? Maybe, I haven’t tried in a while.

Do you have a favorite day of the week? When I was in school and when I worked my last job, Saturdays were my favorite day of the week. Now, they all just blend in together. I can’t keep track of what day of the week it is anymore.

How long has it been since you wore a friendship bracelet? Like 20 years.

Would you rather do mini-golf, laser tag, or midnight bowling? Minigolf.

Do you prefer bunnies with straight ears or lop ears? I like both. They’re all cuties.

Are you a superstitious person? Not really.

What’s the last thing that someone else had to help you carry? I don’t remember, groceries?

Are you ticklish? Yes.

Have you ever had to evacuate your home due to natural disaster? Yes.

Do you snore a lot when you sleep? Probably.

Does going to any type of doctor appointment give you anxiety? Yeah, lately.

Do you typically wear belts with your pants? I never wear a belt.

Have one of your parents ever accidentally left you in a store before? No.

If you were able to know when you were going to die, would you want to know ahead of time? I don’t know. Probably not.

When did you start your first period? I was 12. It was my last class period of the day on the first Friday of the school year. It was science class.

Do you prefer pants with buttons or snaps? Button and zipper? I prefer leggings or legging-adjacent.

Is it okay to color outside the lines? Sure...?

What’s your favorite number? I don’t have one.

Have you ever ridden a unicycle? No.

Briefly describe your last encounter with a Karen. Uhh. No. Basically 90% of the patients I was dealing with before I quit my job, lol.

How much do you tip your waiter/waitress? Usually 25% unless they’re just god awful.

What was your worst subject in school? Math.

#survey

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yamagucji · 3 years

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Embarrassing moments

warnings. just for shits n giggles, 14+ readers preferably, mentions of vomit, poop, choking, etc.

HINATA was extremely constipated and needed to use the bathroom quick. but there’s a long line to the mens bathroom (what’s the occasion anyway??) and he’s standing all the way at the back. poor hinata felt a fart coming so he just couldn’t... hold it in. mans SHARTED. shitted and farted at the same time. it stunk so bad that the guys in front of him said, “damn, you need the toilet more than me,” and let him cut in line.

USHIJIMA and tendou stopped to pet this dog during their walk. tendou’s conversing with the owner while toshi’s petting the dog. dog likes it, it’s all good. until... it got bored and decided that toshi’s butt smelled good. dog just wouldn’t stop sniffing his ass. “please, stop smelling me,” toshi says with desperation, which now catches the others’ attention. the owner has to pry their dog away from toshi’s ass cheeks, please. the awkward tension kinda dies down until tendou utters, “so, what’s your secret? what product are you using?”

YAMAGUCHI drank water in the middle of silent class reading. this boy started choking— and i mean choking on his water. you can hear his muffled coughs in the distance and when you turn around to look at him, his face is all red and his cheeks are puffy. none of his classmates say anything but you can practically feel second-hand embarrassment oozing around. the assistant teacher even has the audacity to say, “drink some water.”

KENMA’s calling this one his last try. he sticks his remaining coins into the slot and tries to get the brand new nintendo box thats in the machine. mf has been going at this for over twenty minutes now. his pouch is empty and there’s a crowd of kids waiting for him. no miracle happens in his last try (shit got stuck!!) so he has to move away only to watch in horror— as the kid after him manages to get it. you’re gonna have to hold kenma down before he hunts that kid with every bit of his soul.

DAICHI had a fat one coming in, that’s for sure. thought it was a free real estate just because everyone else in the camp seemed asleep. so he let that monster fart come out (even partly stuck out his thigh for better airway). whole team was awake in a matter of seconds. nishinoya’s jumped off his sleeping bag and asking everyone if they heard that “loud bang.” tanaka’s over here sniffing around because he knows that no one has got some kind of bomb that stinks.

SAKUSA’s not gonna admit to this one. but one time he opened a bathroom stall (it was unlocked) only to find that it was occupied. there are no words to accurately describe just how horried the sight was. sitting on the toilet was a man taking a shit, with his dick on full boner mode, staring back at sakusa. they only made eye contact for just 2 seconds but sakusa’s seen enough. he’s heard enough too, when said stranger asked him, “you wanna join me?”

ASAHI projectile vomited at the theaters. you should’ve known it was a bad idea to take him out to dinner before going to watch a scary movie. man had no courage to tell you he had an upset stomach nor tell you he’s not a fan of horror. it’s twenty minutes into the movie and he’s poking your arm— but you don’t notice because you’re too engrossed. another twenty minutes, and a jumpscare comes on. man beside you vomits like there’s no tomorrow. ya’ll spend the rest of the movie secretly trying to clean his throw-up.

TENDOU was watching anime in his dorm peacefully. until... the whole shiratorizawa team opened the door just in time for the show to switch up to an inappropriate scene. out of all the times they could’ve walked in, they really had to come when 2d clown man was moaning and fighting a kid? tendou scrambled to close his laptop but now he’s just staring back at his teammates; silent, except for the fact that his show is still playing and you can still hearing moaning in the background.

TSUKISHIMA turned his house upside down and still couldn’t find his glasses, nor his extra pair. he was about to leave bare eyed until his mom caught him and forced him to wear his sports glasses. yeah, the one with the whole strap and everything. mans looked like a fool coming to school with it on. people who didn’t know it was his sports glasses mistook it for swimming goggles. he’s so utterly humiliated now, he can’t even bite back when hinata or kageyama says something.

GOSHIKI... i don’t even know what to tell you. who let this kid go further into the lake by himself? it’s all fun and games for everyone until you hear an ear-defeaning shriek by your one and only goshiki. he’s yelling out, “help me! please! help!!” the lifeguards start kicking in and everyone’s trying to make way. is he drowning? is there something there? no for god’s sake. you find out he just made it 5 ft deep and happened to swim over a bunch of seaweed. never take him swimming again.

ATSUMU decided to check himself out using someone’s car window. he’s fixing his hair, picking at his teeth, and even checking to see if he has any boogers. all of a sudden the window rolls down and there’s a senior citizen staring back at him. “boy do you think my car is your mirror?” the man says in a gruffy voice. atsumu’s knees nearly buckle from how scary this man is and how embarrassed he is of all the four minutes he probably spent with this stranger.

SACHIRO’s job as a vet sometimes makes him do really questionable shit (from an outsider perspective). once he had to ejaculate someone’s dog in front of their owner. uh huh... jack them off, for the sole purpose of examining the dog’s semen. he’s never felt such a wave of regret wash through his body during that whole procedure. it didn’t help when the owner was looking at him mortified, nor the fact that it took such a long time.

OIKAWA does this thing were he shows up unexpectedly behind iwaizumi and slaps his ass. everytime he does it iwa always hits him back (but not the ass). today he learnt his lesson when he mistook a stranger for iwa and slapped the guys ass from the moon and back. when i tell you just how quick all the blood drained from oikawa’s body when the man turned around— you can hear a bag of chips fall at the other end of the aisle and it’s the iwa, who had to witness that whole ass-slap event.

ARAN is gonna knock the shit of the miya twins one day, he swears to god. they sent him a mysterious video during his morning walk, where he stopped at a busy street. it starts off quiet, so he goes to turn the volume up full blast. damn video suddenly started blaring ‘lick my pussy and my-’ please... he’s shaking. passerby’s are looking at him with distaste. aran’s now flushed from embarrassment and running towards the miya house. you can guess what happens next.

BOKUTO walked into the wrong house. spent a whole ten minutes rummaging around the kitchen because his friend said to “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be on my way.” little did this man know that there’s a whole family upstairs waiting for the cops to arrive because they think it’s a robbery. poor bokuto, dragged out of the house by some cops but had no idea what was going on. man was literally just vibing— thinking he was in his friends house.

OSAMU swore this size pants still fit him (hint: it doesn’t). he’s walking through the snack section of the store, lightly limping because damn his dick can’t breath. his truth is tested when he goes to pick something off the lowest shelf and his pants literally go, ‘let er rip.’ fabric tore, and what’s worse is that he was wearing onigiri undies. osamu goes to check if there’s anyone else in the aisle and there is— a group of underclassmen girls from his high school.

KUROO tried to make his chemistry presentation more interesting by putting in jokes. he thought they were funny; kenma even huffed a breath. kuroo’s at his third joke by now and literally no one has laughed. not a single one. except for kuroo himself, who’s awkwardly laughing in a dead-silent room. man was embarrassed. other people are getting second-hand embarrassment by the way they avoided eye contact with him. he vented to kenma later only for kenma to say, “it wasn’t funny. it was just stupid.” poor kuroo.

SUNA accidentally connected his bluetooth to the bus. you know, the one that drives all of inarizaki to their games. wanna guess what the fuck he might’ve been listening to? it’s porn. he’s watching porn in broad daylight. suna doesn’t realize what the issue is until he goes to turn up the volume and notices that the sound is off. he take his airpods off and that’s when he hears pure moaning sounds blaring inside the bus. everyone’s laughing— except for kita and their coach who’s still outside. mf calls himself lucky for that.

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nishipostitz · 2 years

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how haikyuu boys would react seeing you in revealing home clothes(or you in general for the 1st time[in forevaaa])

part 2

tw! little to none. mention of cleavage in kita’s, and curves. mentions of hair that can be put in a ponytail. ab workouts 💪 summer bod goals in hinatas. gn!reader x haikyuu boys. everything i wrote so far has been gn :) uh, basically crack(comedy) and little fluff idk!/&:!/&/

characters, kita, tendou, hinata, bokuto

kita

- boy was shocked 😔

- and so were you

“coming!” you said as you ran downstairs. your headphones and phone in hand bc you were just jamming to music while cleaning the bathroom. you had received a text a few hours earlier about your brother needing your help later bc he just bought a new tv. so of course, you werent expecting mr. kita shinsuke 😑. instead you were expecting rin. now, you were met face to face with kita’s skunk like hair. and he was met with your gloves in hand, headphones on the brink of falling out, and your cleavage hanging low in your top. dont look down. dont look down. you were still oblivious of your apparel. “uh.. hello? im down here you know” gosh. now i have to look down.. “what do you even get for being so tall anyway?” a nice vi-*mental slap* stop it kita. this is very un-gentleman like of you. “uh so why are you here again” you gave him a look. “oh suna called me over to help him bring in a tv” he said trying not to blush. “alright. have your fun kids” you said as you walked away, headphones still hanging loosely on your head. man.. sweats really define their curv- GODH STOP IT KITA. THEYRE YOUR TEAMMATES SIBLING FOR GOD SAKES. you entered the bathroom to continue cleaning and before that, you adjusted your headphones and everything. only now realizing how hoey you looked in front of your little brother’s teammate 😔 huh, so i guess thats why he tried to resist looking down. my, what a gentleman you are.. you were thinking one thing in the bathroom, and kita was sharting his pants downstairs trying to clear his mind. (ik this is not like him at all, but i just had to do it bc it was funny..to me-)

tendou

- his face starts turning the same color as his hair

- you were embarrassed tbh 💁‍♀️

“make yourself at home ig” you say as you tie your hair up. this was ridiculous. how could tendou start blushing at the fact that youre tying your hair in front of him while he’s on the couch. tendou had somehow barged into your house while waiting for your little brother, toshi. you knew nothing much went on in his mind, but apparently, your little brother leaked the info on where the spare keys were hidden. so tendou used that to come inside your home. he wasn’t expecting you to be crawling on the floor. especially with short shorts on. why were you crawling? “aw man it hurts” you cried out loud. you had a food coma. to you, it was a good idea to watch mukbangs while eating leftovers as a mukbang. and your stomach couldn’t handle it. luckily, you were being smart so you wore loose clothes. but you were still dumb for thinking you could eat a lot. so now, youre laying on the couch with tendou. him sitting like a statue at the edge, while youre sprawled out. “why are you sitting so tensely? chill a bit. i dont bite. ‘m not necessarily into that” you say. he blushes even more. “i-im fine thanks- TOSHI!” yelling out, hoping your brother can hurry up. “yk, hes never coming down if youre calling him like that. you gotta go up there and pull his ears” tendou swore he could NEVER do that. especially not with ushijima. but here you were, doing the very thing he said he wouldnt do. and you were a whole 8 inches shorter too. “problem solved” you said as you dusted off your hands.

hinata

- yells… a LOT

- hes gonna start praying bc hes scared he sinned for looking at you for too long thinking it was lust but it was actually just curiosity.. 💀

this was only his second time over to noya’s house. he came here today to attend a study date actually, he was here to learn more libero moves and be cooler. but he just HAD to enter the wrong door when noya told him where the bathroom was cliche ik “SWEET MAMA!” he yelled out. you were honestly shocked too. you were in the middle of doing your secret workouts for abs before summer and some ginger just yelled and popped into your room. you tried to play it off cool. “and who are you 🤨? do i know you? or are you another idiot who decided to hang out with noya?” “HEYY!” hinata was flabbergasted. he thought noya was above average looking, but this human right here who could be related to him was ATTRACTIVE. “how could something like that be related to you?” he asked, pointing at you and noya. “oh we’re not, hes just adopted” you say calmly before trying to proceed with your workout as if you werent embarrassed one bit. due to this kid’s innocence, you could act calmer. “-sorry but where’s the bathroom?” hinata tried to break the awkwardness. “its one door down from my door” you said before waiting for him to leave so you could continue your workout and not end up looking like a sloth for summer. this time, you locked your door. after his awaited potty break, hinata rushed back to noya’s room. “are you really adopted?” “really man. really? my older sister just likes saying that. im not adopted..” “yk, theres always a chance tho..” “huh. youre right. let me check with my parents- MOM!”

bokuto

- great.. he was at your house, and you didnt KNOW.

- he took a shower and you thought it was akaashi..

“AAAAAAH” “AHAAHH” screams emitted frim the bathroom shower stall and door. “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM?” “WHO ARE YOU? AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY BEST FRIENDS HOUSE?” “first of all, i help pay rent for this house. so it’s basically mine too. but answer my question first 🤨” bokuto was flabbergasted(2.0). “rent?” you nodded. “so youre the sister akaashi was embarrassed of showing me..” he nodded. you were offended. “jee thanks for telling me skunk head” bokuto’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “fyi, its actually the do of the owl. so dont be rude to my hair do” you rolled your eyes. “well, i mean. i think akaashi’s totally wrong. i think youre quite hot” bokuto said. only realizing what he said too late. you were shocked. “-tempered. you started screaming when you saw me 😟” you slapped you forehead. “akaashi’s friend, accept that you called me hot. bc ik i am. and second, you were screaming your lungs out even more than i did” bokuto was speechless. “well wouldnt you be hot though? sweat pants and a sweater..?” you looked over your clothes again. “well ig, idk. but hurry up and get out of the shower so i can use it. but before we do, explain to me why my little brother left an idiot in our house without telling me” in short. lets say bo left your house with a hottie’s number saved in his contacts.

#haikyuu kita #kita fluff #kita shinsuke #bokuto #anime boy #tendou #haikyuu fluff #tendou scenario #tendou x y/n #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu suna #akaashi #haikyuu ushijima #nishinoya yū #haikyuu comedy #crack #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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nochiquinn · 2 years

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campaign 3 episode 16: imogen’s bacon

no YOU took a pain nap and overslept

that's right they find the fucking broodmother last time

why am I just picturing the fly boss from the binding of issac

I think that's the second time in two weeks I've referenced binding of issac

I didn't ask how big the room is I said I cast fireball

matt's homemade maps had charm but I also really like what he does with all the free (?) heroforge pieces

something something dead by daylight flashlight

I took exactly long enough to go wash my face and we're already at marisha chairperch??

"it's not for fun!"

something something dead by daylight hooks

guess what game mala just got me into

is it weird I love matt's "poison" sfx

liam you stupid honest bastard

slug farts

slug sharts

slug shart damage

"too much, liam" "at THIS table?"

"that ship has sailed"

MIND CONTROL SLUG SHART?

okay ed elric

STONKY

liam making an excuse to run around the table and touch everybody

"so nervous for her and I hate her"

WRONG LEVER

I never thought I'd see a literal Rocks Fall Everyone Dies

Jalopy Matt

n i c e

N I C E

liam is so creative in combat istg

rip rope

"I'm having a CRISIS"

ICE HAMMER

ashley's insanely tiny dice

"a SHIM? yeah I'll just PREP a SHIM"

poor marisha

LICK SALT, FUCKER

did travis just say "orym goes for laudna's sloppy seconds"

katamari fearne

!!!!!

he's hackin and whackin and smackin

"this is fine"

this is a Buried statement

"I swear I thought you died down there" "I lived, bitch"

is. is sam stuttering naturally or is fcg fucked up.

GOD when imogen gets all dark/threatening/quiet with the accent

we don't need no stinking patches

miss laura miss laura can we have rl patches

HEY I took down my CR stuff, leave me out of this

he IS fucked up

you can't pour from an empty fcg

but he made this one SPECIAL

"unless you hired a nurse to make sure you don't die in the middle of the night"

t r a v i s

"how huRT. HOW HURT ARE YOU"

poor matt

"does he do this all the time? quietly suffer?"

"don't think about my old friends more than I do, that's not healthy"

"rocks fall, everyone dies"

orym :(

fcg :(

"weird"

"anything worth doing should not be done quickly"

intervention switch

ashton and fcg are one of my favorite dynamics

robot alka-seltzer

🎶you had a bad day🎶

marisha is so fucking physical as laudna, I love her

"I feel oddly comforted, and it disturbs me"

"that was pretty good advice for being basically no fucking advice"

travis breathe

hey. hey marisha get off my rural small town feels.

jflskdjflsk TRAVIS

sleepover in fcg's room

laura having pregnancy bladder flashbacks

ashton has exploding head syndrome canon

a new hand touches the beacon

"you know something, you - fucking - goddamn travis"

laura no

laura catching Push The Big Red Button Disease from her husband

MATTHOLOMEW

fearNE

love a good post-credit

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post #the title is a convoluted series of meme mutations that I refuse to apologize for

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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dating connie springer hcs

simp alert simp alert simp alert

connie is abt to be a regular on my blog i love his himbo ass so much also i’m tired of the lack of connie fics

also i am a connie kin and i am in love with him, yes i am conceited

warnings/notes: cursing, sex jokes, modern au!, canon au too, connie being a himbo, LOTS OF FLUFF, angst <3

modern au!

ok first of all, mr springer here would probably not even notice u at first, he’s literally in his own world

but when he does he’s like ‘awooga awooga😻’

whenever he has a crush on someone, be it anyone, i feel like he acts like a lovestruck girl.

like i feel like he does the same thing as me, like if u were dating him and said smth really sweet like “i love you so much you are my world” he’d be like “STOP IM GONNA SHART”

he doesn’t exactly know to handle love in a serious way, he’s just not in relationships tht much!

he’s very smitten and sweet on the first date too, this mf will be so cryptic

like all of a sudden ur getting texts that say “heyyyyy so what’s ur favorite thing to do? haha i’m boreddd” like connie just... just ask

HE’S SUCH A GENTLEMAN

connie also loves pda, he will give you kisses in public around anyone. he does not care

he’ll text you at like 3 am and be like “miss u🙁” like go to bed

i feel like connie doesn’t get jealous but he DOES get insecure. he’s not mad that you’re spending time with other people but it will make him questions if he’s good enough for you sometimes

if connie were to get jealous i feel like he’d be extra touchy

if you were to have any classes with him while you both are students, he will literally cheat off you

“babe, i’ll take you on a date on friday if i can have the answers!!”

“say less.”

i feel like connie is secretly sad about whatever. he doesn’t tell anyone but jean, sasha, marco, and you about it

connie probably also wouldn’t know how to efficiently comfort you if you were upset.

whenever you do come to him, he gives you encouragement and reassurance and love and then decides to slip in a little joke to see if you can handle it

he ends up joking with you for the rest of the night

i genuinely think that connie is secretly a diehard kung-fu panda fan? sometimes on date nights, he makes you watch it with him

with a guy like connie, you barely have to second guess him loving you.

connie is generally friendly with everyone he comes across. he has a big heart and isn’t afraid to let his friends know that he loves them

but with connie, i think he’s a lot like me and just likes to be alone a lot and left alone. he will hours without texting you and then text u and be like “wait what happened?”

this man will fight with you on the daily

like you’re sitting on the couch watching tv?? connie punches ur arm

standing up just to stand? connie is shoving you and then putting his fists up

laying in bed together? connie is smacking your forehead

oh my god, he will literally come up to you all lovey dovey and lay on you then will coo “omg babe, i love you so much ur so cute!! i love you” which is suspicious in itself

AND THEN THIS MF WILL FUCKING FART ON YOU.

like not cute little toots, FULL ON FARTS THAT STINK

connie is so loud. literally so fucking loud

it’s cause he’s comfortable around you and you can’t help but be like ♥️♥️ because of it, he’s too cute

whenever you post on instagram, he’s in your comments acting like those creepy sugar daddies and porn bots

conniesprings: so beautiful!! send boobs😁

conniesprings: wanna have some fun with me? check dms😉

he makes the fuckboy emoji every time you snapchat him a selfie of you with the caption of “haha ur so sexy.... nudes⁉️”

i feel like connie would facetime you every time he has to poop. you always get so mad and hang up but he will spam you with calls until you answer. claims it’s a “bonding experience”

he put his contact name as ‘dad😩🥵⁉️’ on your phone because he thinks he’s so funny

also anytime you bend down/over to pick something up or to look at smth he literally grabs ur hips and pretends to fuck u 😭

he’s also so shameless, he will smack your ass in public; he does not care

literal menace to society but we love him

he loves you with his whole heart and soul, he wouldn’t trade you for the world

canon au!

connie would not get in a relationship in canonverse, but he would fall in love possibly

he would never act on it, he doesn’t have the luxuries because he’s a soldier.

he shows his love in small affections though, but not small enough where sasha and jean don’t notice it.

he’s always checking in on you, and if you’re a scout, always making sure your equipment is working and that your gas is filled

however, he won’t try to convince levi, armin, or hanji to keep you out of dangerous situations.

saving the world is his top priority.

if you are put into a dangerous situation, he will pray for you to be alright and safe.

sometimes late at night when everyone is asleep, he stays up and cries. he wishes for you both to have a different life without any of this, for the two of you to be together

connie doesn’t joke as much as he used to, but he will always try to make an effort for you.

he would devastated if you were to die.

he usually isn’t allowed to have time for mourning or grieving, so whenever he does get rare chances to be alone, he cries to himself with his head in his hands

connie springer’s smile is gone at this point. he’s lost everyone and everything.

he’s just a shell of a man now.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #aot angst #aot fluff #connie springer #connie x reader #connie snk #connie aot

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faangirl101 · 4 years

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Revolution pt3, spec ops guys x reader

PART 1 PART 2

Pairings: Alpha/tank x reader,Riot/reader

Warnings: pain, violence

Authors note: I was thinking about making a taglist! Write to me if you want to be on it!

The sun peeked inside the curtains, creeping across the walls like dew down a leaf a spring morning. I groaned when it finally reached my face, leaving a greenhouse warmth inside the blanket wrapped around my body. Finally well rested, more rested then id been in weeks, i sat up. With a hunched back supported against the headboard. Hesitant, i moved the white blanket off the rest of my body. I hissed for myself as i saw the clear evidence of green and blue smattered like paint across certain spots. I with care slid my fingers across it, remembering the feeling of rubber bullets drilling into my skin. i shook off the thought and let my hand travel up my thigh. There was other marks, red and shaped like a garlic clove. I smiled and tried to hold back the shiver. The nights more pleasant activities started playing over in my head. Hands against wet tile, his hands gripping my hips. Head leaned backwards, stars moving around my vision. How riot did not only give me the best orgasm in my life, but also cared for my wounds, handed me painkillers and let me sleep with a kiss on top of my forehead. The feel of lips burned on my head and i bit my lip at the thought of seeing him again. And tank.

My stomach immediately dropped at his name. His scolding was not a pleasant memory. I decided to not think about it more, not really longing for the weight of anxiety in the depth of my stomach. I threw my legs across the side of the bed, dangling my feet for a second before placing them on the ground. With some hestiance i got up, realizing that the pain had gotten better. Well not better, but easier to handle. I ignored my head begging me to go back to sleep as i started limping down the stairs. I was met with an inviting smell. Coffee.

The previous anxiety was long gone as i tried not to squeal in the happiness. I loved coffee. "Is it okay if i take a cup?", i asked as i took the final step into the kitchen.The man in front of me was not Riot. He had a pale complexion but there was a tint of something else then white. His hair was short, a brown newly woken up mess on top of his head. His figure was giant, stretching up next to the cupboard. There was only so many tall men in this house. Tank, i supposed, jumped at my voice. He looked in my directions, the earlier droopy sleepy eyes turned into green orbs of anger? He really hated me.

"Sorry", i mumbled, fiddleting nervously with the long black t-shirt riot had given me the day before "i didn't mean to startle you".

He made a motion i could really only place as rolling his eyes. "yeah take a cup, you're our guest after all", there was venom in his words, spit out against me making my heartburn. Burning in rage, i wasn't really known for my self control. "Hey", i pointed a finger at him like he had the previous day "i don't know why you hate me, i have not done anything to you". He looked shocked at my outburst before quickly collecting himself. "I don't hate you", he didn't even look at me "i just don't understand why you have to be here. The fact that you suck at protesting, is not our responsibility". His eyes turned away from me finally got to me. I grasped his wrist, hard, and pulled him so he was facing me. He looked down at our skin contact with an unplaceable emotion mirroying behind his light eyes. His skin was hot against me. For some reason he was so inhuman in my eyes i didn't expect body warmth. "I wanted to make a change!", i snapped, still not dropping his hand "okay! I felt useless just signing petitions and rolling my thumbs, i wanted to make a change". His face softened into a expression rather pleasant on his face. Now, with his full attention on me i actually had time to get a good look at him. He was handsome, freckles spread across his nose, full lips a straight line. His jaw was tensed as he watched me search him. "That's why me and Riot protest, we know what we're doing. That's why people like you stay at home", his words were hard but his voice was a different tone. Humorous. He dropped my hand and the sudden forced activity in my shoulder made me hiss in pain. He looked me up and down, eyes staying a bit longer on the bruises on my legs. He opened his full lips half way, something passing by his mouth. For a second i thought he was going to add something but instead he pursed his lips together and turned his back against me. That was the end of our short conversation i supposed. Like walking over glass i sneaked to one of the cupboards, lifting down a cup and moving back to the coffee machine.

Tank's presence in the room was intimidating me. I held my breath as if i was a kid playing hide and seek. My heart was pounding so hard that my body must think i was being chased. But i was still, in a kitchen with a mug tightly clutched to my chest. I gulped down the loud breath threatening to escape as i started pouring the coffee. I watched the coal pitch black liquid swapping up the side of the mug, mesmerized by something so simple. I tried no to shake too much when i put the can of coffee back, feeling tanks hot eyes on me. "What's your name?", the sudden question startled me to the very core. I was surprised i didn't drop the mug. "Y/n", i had my back against him. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how nervous i was. He hummed, either in a positive manner or mocking my name. It was hard to tell. "So.. you're going to go home and roll your thumbs and sign petitions now?", i got the sense that his statement was a subtle way of throwing me out. I pursed my lips, knowing deep down he was making fun of me. For not being able to protest.

Fuck him

"I'm going to protest", I sipped the coffee, enjoying the warm bitter taste on my tongue. I heard him sign "yeah, Riot guessed you would say that". I couldn't hold back the aggressive blush at the mention of Riot, glad that Tank couldn't see my face. I needed to see Riot again. I needed to touch him again. I suppressed the warmth rising in my chest with another hot gulp of the beverage in my hands.

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"Where's Riot?", i tried to sound nonchalant, as if my heart wasn't currently pounding violently. I could already see the protests in the distance as i pulled up the ski mask a bit so i could get a good breath. Tank was moving next to me, large as ever. I looked so ridiculously small, pathetic next to him that it made me angry. "He's on another protest, we move protests by following a schedule. We can't be seen together. Do you know what that means?", his question caught me off guard. I zipped up my thick hoodie enough to cover the last piece of visible skin. "Um", i didn't really even understand his question. "Hey", he snapped and grasped my chin to roughly turn my head to his direction. He had to lower down to talk down my face "Since Riot can't be here to babysit you, he left you to me. I'm going to actually make a change, and you sit still and quiet and don't make a sound, capish?". I lifted my head to strain against his grasp "doesn't that work towards the whole point of protesting. Stay quiet? You're not taking away my voice to fight the power i hope? Tank". I pushed his name past my lips as if it was a curse word. He stayed quiet for so long i started regretting my words, thinking of ways to save myself. He dropped his hand, wiping his helmet "watch it, baby". I knew deep down he was simply referring to the fact that he was babysitting me, but the nickname made a wave of heat creep over my body. I had to run to keep up with Tanks longs legs, ignoring the familiar feelings rising in my body. I did not have time for that.

Some time had passed. The police had put up a good defense even if the protester won over them in numbers. My number one priority? was first: protest for the rights of black lives. Second?, proving to Tank i could protest. In the beginning i had stayed pretty close to him but i had thickened the distance when i realized that his area was far too difficult for a riot beginner. Instead i had moved to the first aid hut placed in the center where new protesters was rushed by minutes. I didn't know much about rioting but knew one or another thing about taking care of wounds. So after an hour of pouring milk down tear gassed throats and stopping flowing blood from busted noses, i had forgotten all about Tank. Well, until he was limping over to the hut. One hand tightly grasped around his forearm. Despite all our previous painful words i rushed over to him.

"Shut up", he mumbled before i could even get a word out. Annoyed i pushed him down a bench with a huff. Then, with more care then he deserved, i slowly intertwined our hands in order to lift his hesitant hand from the wound. I tried to ignore the horrific sight of the left remains of a crushed glass bottle in the blood splattered wound. I didn't even notice i let our hands stay intertwined, maybe because the gloves hid his body warmth. But he noticed, his eyes stayed on our hands in his lap the entire time. Every time i pulled out a glass shart he hissed and tightened his grip on my hand. I couldn't hold back the two rapid heartbeats rising. Something about the closeness, yet the distance between me and Tank was..... interesting to say at least.

"There", i mumbled, softer then i had ever been to him. He didn't curse at me, or make an unpleasant noise. He stayed quiet as our fingers slowly fell apart. I wondered what face he was making underneath the mask. Was he angry? Upset? Happy?. In my mind, he was half smirking. But i had been wrong many many times before.

I turned my head when there was loud yelling behind us. A police officer was hovering over the medics i had worked side by side with today. "You have no right to be here", the pig spit, using his body frame to intimidate the smaller black women in front of him. His height didn't scare me, i mean i had spent the night over at two extremely large mens house. "Hey!", i didn't realize it was my own voice until i saw heads turning my directions. I could feel Tank fumbling out his hand to hold be back but i had already moved across the asphalt in long steps. "We're not protesting. We're helping people, that's not illegal. We're not blocking any roads.Sir", i knew everyone in the crowd could hear the venom behind my words. The cop looked stressed, he was sweating like a scorched pig. "Listen here, girl", he grunted "i suggest you take a step back". I fought the urge to smile, knowing it would infuriate him even more. I looked down at our shoes before lifting my head to meet his eyes, mostly for dramatic effect. "Or what?", i bit my lips hesitantly.

Well it was the last thing i had time to do before the hardback of the baton was flying down my side. I doubled over, groaning in pain. But i didn't have time to feel sorry for myself. I saw in the corner of my eye how the police lifted his baton once again. Before thinking it over i grasped the baton mid air, ignoring the burning sensation in my hand and muscle tissue. The police face fell, but my lifted. In the gods. With the force i didn't know i had, i pushed down his own hand to his face, the baton knocking him out cold. He slumped down in a pile beneath me. The hoards of people around me was yelling in harmonie, it was like gospel to my ears. Hand clapping, boots stomping. Tank was on my side in time for another pair of claps. But the tight grip on my arm was threatening. I gulped down the rising anxiety. I had just attacked a cop. Attackled a officer. Me, who cannot kill a bug. "Lets go", Tank growled and pulled me hard to his side.

#riot x reader #riot spec ops #rioting #riot guy #riot #spec ops #spec ops guys #tank spec ops #tank x reader #tank x reader smut #tank #alpha #alpha x reader #revolution #2020 #america2020

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sheeple · 4 years

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Real thing | 9B: Drop it

GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): mafia!au / hacker!au Group(s): NCT Pairing(s): Qian Kun x fem!reader / Jung Jaehyun x fem!reader Summary: (Y/n), a college student who joined WayV ─ an international crime organization ─ for some extra cash as one of their hackers. But what happens when she gets mixed up in a lot more heavy stuff than only sitting behind a computer and disabling security cameras? Warning(s): angst? / use of guns / blood A/N: There it is, the last chapter. Even though the series has ended, I’m probs not gonna stop writing for it. Maybe some drabbles? Maybe a spin-off? Who knows [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

I shake my head while tears stream over my face. "You're right, I don't want to do this." I let the gun glide out of my hands before taking a couple of steps only for Jaehyun to grab me and bring me closer, wrapping his arms around my body.

"It's okay", he whispers stroking the back of my head, "you're safe now."

At those words, I burst out in tears. Mostly from shock, but also from all the bottled up emotions.

The weeks of emotional damage are finally over. The reign of Qian Kun over me has ended and it almost feels... like a heavy burden is lifted off my shoulders. Freedom and choice finally mine again after fearing for long.

With a sigh, Jaehyun lets go of me. "Let's go while Qian is still distracted. Once he notices you're gone, he will be furious. Can you run?"

My gaze goes down to my feet, which I notice are bloody from the glass I run through. Jaehyun follows my eyes and hisses, concern on his face.

"That's..."

"Painful", I say, my feet starting to sting as the adrenaline begins to settle down. "But I'll manage." I grab Jaehyun's hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, a tight-lipped smile on my face.

He nods while pulling me out of the alleyway, stopping before the end and peering around the corner. I see him mentally count down before pulling me towards a black SUV, a yelp escaping my lips.

He quickly pushes me inside as soon as the door slides open. "Quick Mark, get us out of here. Doyoung, fix up her feet, will you?"

Doyoung, who's sitting shotgun, turns around with an annoyed expression. "What she's doing here, Jung." He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

"Calm your tits, Kim. Can't you see the glass shards sticking out of her feet." Jaehyun answers Doyoung's glare with the same kind of stern gaze.

With a lot of grumbling, Doyoung climbs down the backseat with a first-aid kit under his arm, pushing Jaehyun out of the way. He places my feet on his lap and starts to clean up the blood and dirt, roughly pulling out the sharts.

As my feet get mended, I have time to look at the driver. I notice that it's one of the guests of the party, the guy with high cheekbones and black hair, now messily pushed out of his face.

He throws me a smile once he catches my eyes through the rearview. "So", he begins to break the silence in the car, "are you Qian's girlfriend?"

I shake my head. "No, I just work for him. He kind of forced me to go with him tonight. He used one of his Uno trick cards on me." A shiver runs up and down my spine at the memory of him screaming at my face and his cold eyes.

"Is that why you had... a panic attack?", Jaehyun questions while draping his suit jacket over my shoulders.

I give a short nod. "Yeah, I told YangYang later on... Oh God, Yangyang! I can't leave him without anything. And all my stuff!"

"We don't have time for you to return to your dorm to pack up your stuff. Besides, I'm quite sure Qian will send someone to check on you once he notices you're gone", Doyoung says while taking out a shard and I hiss, slightly pulling my feet back.

"He's not home, my roommate", I mumble through locked lips as Doyoung manhandles my feet. "He's staying at a friend's place."

With a loud sigh, Mark nods and turns the wheel around. "Fine, just make it quick, okay?"

I nod happily and let Doyoung bandage up my wounds, stippling out a route for me to walk without being seen.

I close the door behind me softly, my eyes scanning the apartment. The lights are off and the curtains are drawn. Would Yangyang be already back?

I make my way towards my room. The door creeks and I suck in my breath, waiting for a sound. But nothing comes and I move around the room, clothes and other necessities in a large bag.

I rip the dress off my body and put on the first best clothes I see lying on the floor, rushing to get my shoes on to get out when the door opens.

Yangyang stops in his tracks and looks at me with wide eyes. “(Y/n)? What happened to your face?”, his eyes scan my face before going to the bag in my hand. “Where are you going?”

Tears fill my eyes as I rush towards him and hug him, for what can be the last time. “I’m so sorry”, I whisper before turning around and sprinting away.

As I stumble out of the building, I see Jaehyun leaning against the van with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the door. His eyes light up and he opens the door, helping me inside and throwing my bag in the trunk.

“Finally”, sighs Mark when Jaehyun is seated and drives away, taking sharp turns and not stopping for any traffic lights.

“Are you okay?”, whispers Jaehyun as he takes my hand in his, rubbing circles on the top of my hand as he notices tears streaming down my cheeks.

I sniff, leaning my head on his shoulder. “I... I don’t know.” I look up into Jaehyun’s eyes and wipe away a fresh tear.

“It hurts now, but in the end, everything will be alright. I promise.” He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and lets me blow my nose with it, a soft smile on his lips.

I crumble the handkerchief up in my hand and close my eyes, a tired sigh leaving my lips. If I just close my eyes for a second, it will be okay.

My brows knit together as I hear the sound of birds chirping. I turn around with a groan and bury myself under the fluffy blankets, laying closer to the warm chest next to me.

I open my eyes, blinking at the bright light the comes through windows with white drapes and lay on my back, letting my eyes get adjusted to the sudden brightness.

“Good morning”, mumbles the sleep-filled voice of Jaehyun next to me as he pulls me closer by the waist, snuggling his nose in the crook of my neck.

“Wh- where are we?”, I question confused as to why I am no longer in the van.

“We’re in London, in one of NCT's hideouts. You fell asleep in the car and wouldn’t wake up, not even when we boarded the plane.” A chuckle leaves his lips. “I guess that’s how your body handles with stress.”

I sit up. “London? Wha- what?” I shake my head and blink, my eyes travelling across the room we’re in. A bedroom.

“Well”, begins Jaehyun as he also sits up, leaning against the headboard. “We had to leave the country after I stole the sweetheart of the most dangerous man in Hong Kong, if not China. It was not safe for you to stay any longer there. London was the first place available.”

A blush spreads over my cheeks. “I wasn’t...”, I mumble and look away. “He and I weren’t... anything. I was more scared of him than anything else.”

Jaehyun chuckles as he scoots over, making me look at him. “Everyone saw the stars in his eyes when he looked to you.”

“All I saw was cold eyes and hatred. He’s controlling...” A shiver runs down my spine and I quickly get out of bed and walk towards the window, my gaze fixating on the red double-decker bus riding around the streets. “I want to do nothing to do with him, not anymore. It was never my choice to join his stupid gang.” A sigh leaves my lips. “It was Yangyang that convinced me to work for him, seeing I have my way with computers.”

I feel Jaehyun move behind me and he wraps his arms around my body, his chin on my shoulder. “It’s okay. That part is all over now.”

Another sigh leaves my lips and I step away from Jaehyun, his handprints leaving burning hot pain where he touched me. “Look, Jae... I like you, I really do. But the truth is, the past couple of months all men have done is hurt me, scared me, scar me. Their cold eyes and taste for destruction, it chills me to the bone.”

A silence overcomes the room, the traffic outside the room so much louder all a sudden. I wrap my arms around my body and walk towards the windows. My eyes follow the red busses and caps, people walking past us, oblivious to what is happening right now. If they only knew that a gang had their hideout right in front of them, they would freak out.

Jaehyun stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, his eyes focused on me, his hands clenching and relaxing his sweatpants. “I... I am sorry. And I know, those words mean shit for all the mental damage you’ve had, but let me prove that I am─”

“─Not like them?”, I cut him off with a humourless chuckle. Jaehyun nods. I turn around and look at my bag on a chair, still zipped close. “Just... give me time. That’s all I ask from you.”

Jaehyun nods as he takes a step back. “Then that’s what you get. Take all the time in the world you need to heal and I’ll be right beside you, ready to be there you when you need me to.”

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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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I’m a die hard Shart’zel shipper (Astral Hearts too I guess, shadowheart does have two hands). But now I can’t stop thinking about Yeehaw Shart and and Yeehaw Bae’zel both being rival bounty hunters that are forced to work together to catch a criminal on the loose. The increasing tension between the two as they spend more time together. One of them has to come out on top eventually (pun intended).

-Ex-lurker

Ngl anon I have no eggs in the bg3 shipping basket. I haven't even dipped a toe in that pool yet, I'm barely aware of the ship names let alone what's the popular dynamics in them.

The only ship I'm a complete die-hard for, is me and Shadowheart's dad.

But i love talking about topics i know very little about so here are my two cents.

The reason Shadowheart hates gith is because of the artifact mission she went through right? She saw how brutal they were and that she was the only survivor.

Laezel doesn't hate Shadowheart from the start, she treats her with the same indifference and disdain she does with anyone else. But the more Shadowheart is openly hateful towards her, the more Laezel grows aggressive.

The thing is, both of them are similar in the way they can be "too mean" or "too snide" for other people's liking. Laezel would openly insult you and see nothing wrong with it if it's a fact, Shadowheart would tease and bully you over small things like she does with Astarion and Gale.

In theory, they make great friends.

Which is why I think it was Shadowheart who extended the olive branch after holding a knife against Laezel's throat. When she saw she couldn't kill her, she thought it would be better to have her as a friend instead.

And they really grow on each other, sure they're still mean and the snide comments never stop, but it's more playful or mutuality agreed on now.

They have a special kind of connection that both of them lack with the other companions who are either "too nice" or "too stoic and cold" (cough Minthara)

If we're in this yeehaw cowboy universe, I'd imagine that Shadowheart also stole an important artifact from Laezel's people.

They end up working together for a common enemy, Laezel finds out about the stolen artifact, drama ensures. They have this whole talk of "we need each other, like it or not" and agree not to kill each other until they catch the criminal.

But oh! They slowly start actually enjoying each other's company. Laezel is more funny than Shadowheart cares to admit with her dry humour, and Shadowheart is more beautiful than Laezel wants to admit.

Then when they finally find the criminal, one of them gets the golden opportunity to catch them and become the hero of her people.

But what's that? Catching the criminal right now would cost the life of the other women? And even if they swore to kill each other, something stirs deep between them as they decide to save the other one and letting the criminal escape.

They both are aware of this silent confession, of the weight that decision held. Yet both of them refuse to speak about it or acknowledge it.

#♡Shadowheart x Laezel ship #♡ex lurker anon

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merci-bitch · 4 years

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The Shiny Disappearing Blood

chapter ll

Rose The Hat x fem!Reader

Genre: Drama/Angst

Words: 5k

Warning(s): Swearing, blood, angst, trigger warning, small hint of NSFW, fluff

A/N: Ha ha ha. Here it is bitches! My longest fic ever. I wanna thank @kileyrose-2003 ! This wouldn’t have been here without you, she’s the reason for this. This was an emotional ride, so excuse if there is any misspelled words or anything like that. I also wanna thank @shart-xing for helping me come up with one of the ‘memories’! I love you both and thank you. I will have another fic up tomorrow, maybe two :)

My own superhero. That was who she was, as cheesy as it sounded that was she was to me. She was the person who brought me back up on my feet when no one else did. The work she did to my damaged mine was impossible for anyone else. Rose was someone I trusted, already from the petty start. I would have been ashamed of how fast I trusted her, liked her. And even loved her. But as Rose said, no shame. I owed her my life, and it didn't matter what she said. The things she did to me and my head, to make me less miserable was so much. She didn't leave me, she cared for me. She pulled me close at night when it was getting hard. Stopped me from having all these dreams, dreams of Dan. I never really told her about him, other then what she knew already. She knew his name was Danny, but not what he looked like. I made sure of that. I don't know why I kept it from her, it just didn't feel right. She would always try and get in my mind, to see what was going on; there was so much she didn't know yet, that I wished I had told her. I wished I had told her everything.

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"Please Y/N, please open your eyes!" I had been sitting like this for the past hour after we finally found her. I refused to believe my Y/N was gone. "Rosie, she's gone" I snapped my head in Crow Daddy's direction, my eyes were blood shot red, but I refused to let a tear. "No! She is not dead! She's still here!" I felt his hands on my shoulders, starting to pull me away. I slapped his hands away, keeping my grip around Y/N. He hooked his arms under mine and pulled me away, I saw how Barry took Y/N in his arms and walked away. How dare he?! How dare he touch her with his filthy hands?! She's mine! "No! Let go of me! Y/N!" I couldn't bare it, I wanted her to be with me and not him! I felt Crow's hands wrap around my waist as he pulled me to him, holding me close as I started letting out screams of desperation. Desperate for Y/N. I couldn't bare it, the sight of my Y/N being thrown down a hole. "No! Stop it!" They didn't. Why the hell didn't they stop?! I tried to get away from Crow Daddy but it didn't work, he wouldn't let me go. Why is no one listening to me?!

The ride home was quiet. No one spoke a word. And if they even tried to, I would have ripped their throats. How dare they not listen to me?! I am their leader! You're all fools. I looked out the window, seeing the rain fall. Y/N loved the rain. She loved thunderstorms as well. She was a strange one, but she was mine. Only mine. Mine alone. I slowly closed my eyes, letting sleep take over me. Memories of my times with Y/N was flowing around my head. My sweetheart.

~ "Now sweetie, stab it" I gave Y/N the knife, telling her to stab the child in front of her. The child lying tied to the ground below us. Sitting right behind her, my one arm around her waist. Her hands were shaking as she took the knife from me. I couldn't help the smirk forming my face. "N-No! Rose I can't do this! Crow, tell her I can't!" Her eyes moved away from mine and up to Crow Daddy's. I grabbed her jaw and held it in placed as I leant in and placed my lips onto her small, soft ones. Dragging out the kiss before looking her in the eyes again. "Yes, you will." Taking my bottom lip in between my teeth as I turned her around again, holding her hand with the knife in mine. Raising it up in the air before letting my hand travel down her arm. Holding her, with my hands on her luxurious hips. The hips that were mine. And only mine. Digging my nails into her hips as I started laying small kisses on the inside of her neck as she held the knife up. I heard her mumble a quiet 'sorry' to the child lying tied to the ground before letting the knife fall. I couldn't help but let out a laugh, leaning closer into her neck. "Yes, come on Y/N. Stab it!" And she did. And oh how she stabbed the little, pathetic rube child. And the steam she brought out. We could last months!

After she was done, the rest started flowing away, leaving me and Y/N alone next to the dead rube child. I let my hands wonder her body. A body that was mine and only mine to touch. "You did so well sweetie. Oh, so well" Her hands were still shaking, she turned to me. Splatters of blood were on her face. I leant in and let my tongue touch her cheek, licking off the blood. Leaning in her ear, whispering every word.

"Come my sweet. Let me wash you up" ~

I smiled in my sleep, the things we did. Oh what I would do to do it all again. I love how she would beg for my fingers, how she would lick them clean. Oh, just the thought if it is making me want her, want her body onto mine. Her fingers in my mouth. They way her eyes would sparkle as she screamed my name. How her chest would raise and fall over and over again. How her thighs would shake, and be blue and purple each morning. How her back would have my scratch marks. How she would have trouble to sit or even walk the next day because of me. She was mine, and only mine. She was with me, even now.

*** I sat down, trying to relax my muscles and let out a deep breath. For the first time in weeks after Y/N's death; I was trying to relax and to find the bitch child. Closing my eyes and searching for her. Soon enough I felt myself being dragged away from the camp, how my body was leading across states until I reached New Hampshire. I landed on the ground, in the middle of the road. I looked my side and felt a very strong power drawing me to them. I felt my body lift and soon enough I was in her bedroom. I couldn't help the grin forming my lips. "Keep sleeping princess"

I turned around again and walked towards the wall. "You rubes, hm. Spending your whole life making little boxes, little memories. Ah, you think they make you so rich. You should see mine kiddo. My mind's like a cathedral" I accentuated the 'c' in cathedral. I saw one particular 'box' standing out. I walked towards it. "Well, hi there" I opened the box and started looking throughout the files that were in her little box. I looked to my side and saw a particular box standing a little open. It was titled 'Uncle Dan'. And then a little further away there was another box open. Titled 'The Woman In Uncle Dan's Photo'. Who was this Dan? Was this the same Dan that killed my Y/N? Just as I was about to walk over to it the box I was looking slammed shut. Leaving my hand stuck between. I tried to pull my hand out but it didn't work. I let out a painful scream as I tried to pull my hand to me.

"He said you'd come back. And you did, good" She sat up from sitting on the bed and started walking towards me. "Get back! Get back! Get back! Oh, you're just a fucking child!" She touched my arms and then she was gone. "Wh-where'd you go?!" I said as I started turning my head from side to side. "Where'd you- where'd you-" That's when I felt it, she was in my head.

"No! Get out! Get out!" I said as I started pulling my hand to me. Screaming in pain as I felt my skin being ripped off. Another scream of pain was released as I got my hand free. Tears stinging to come lose behind my eyes but I refused to let them out. I was Rose The Hat, I didn't cry. The old, pathetic Rose O'Hara did. I wasn't her. Not anymore. No, I was stronger, more powerful. And I could have to world at my feet if I wanted to. And I did. I continued to step back, holding my bloody hand. Letting out a shaky breath after another, jumping back. Flowing back towards the camp, falling off the roof my RV. Landing on the ground with a thud.

***

"Uncle Dan! Uncle Dan! I hurt her! I really hurt her! I hurt her and she deserved it. That's not the best part. The best part is, I got in her head. I got in her head! I really got in her head uncle Dan!"

I felt my whole body fall off the bed. Oh Abra. What have you done? I walked up to the wall and took a piece of chalk and raised it towards the wall, hesitating for a moment. What had she gotten herself into? Alright, if we were to do this. Then let's to it right. I put back the piece of chalk and sat down by my bed. Letting out a deep breath before closing my eyes.

"Hey Abra"

"I can hear you"

"I know, you said you got into her head? How?"

"It was easy! I set up a trap and got her hand stuck. Then I went into her mind and you wouldn't guess what I found and saw!"

"What did you see?"

"You know that woman on the picture beside your bed? I saw her with that woman!"

I felt a lump form itself in my throat. Y/N. The mother to my unborn child. The woman I loved, who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The woman who was there for me whenever I needed her but, I wasn't there for her when she needed me. She wanted a family, a family that loved her. Took care of her and promised her that they would never leave her alone as I did. And that's what she got, as much as I didn't wanna admit it. She got the family she wanted. Even if it was with them.

Y/N got pregnant 4 months before she left me. When she told me it was mine it was as if everything went up in sparks. I finally found a second chance for a new life. A chance to be better then my father, to not BE him. To listen to my heart as Y/N would always say. She would always say that you should never listen to your mind but to your heart. How what you thought with your heart was the only thing that mattered. Y/N was my person. She was my soulmate. And the thought that I couldn’t keep her here with me was something I regretted every day I lived. I will never forget the time she told me she was pregnant. It was the best time of my life to be honest.

~ “Danny? I need to speak to you for a moment” Y/N said as she sat down next to me on the couch. I turned off the TV and turned my attention to her. She looked down before speaking. “I’m pregnant Dan, and it’s yours” Tears were forming her eyes. I slowly reached out for her hand and took it in between my own. Holding it close, lifting it up to my mouth and giving it a kiss. “Is it really mine?” I asked carefully. Y/N’s nodded her head slowly, a small smile forming her lips. As did mine. The smile turning bigger as every second passed by. I pulled her into a hug, careful not to hurt her. I moved up from the couch and started jumping around. I was going to be a father! Screaming out to the world. Pulling Y/N to her feet, bringing her close. Her laughter filled the air as I soon her around.

“I’m going to be a father Y/N!” I put her down onto her feet and smiled, leaning and giving her cheek a kiss. “Yes, yes you are Danny!” Her smile had never been brighter then it was tonight. I took ahold of both of Y/N’s hands. “I’ll stop Y/N. I’ll get help” Her eyes showed a shocked expression. “I want to start over, to give us a second chance. To give this little angel inside of you a chance. I want her to have a better life, a father she can love and trust. A better childhood then the one I had with my father” Tears were rolling down both our eyes. “H-How do you know it’s a she Danny?” I gave her a small smile. “I just know Y/N. And she will grow up and be as strong as her mother, be as beautiful as her mother, as kind.” ~

That moment was so peaceful, so calm. It changed quicker then you could count to three. Y/N lost the child after she fell down the stairs. She slipped on some water that were lying on one of the steps. I should have been there to support her. I should have been there and said; ‘It’s gonna me alright. I’m here’. But I didn’t. It’s between the lines that everything stands. The 'all that can't' is explained. That never goes away. My world is slowly turning out of sync. All the while I realize that there's no winner, the both of us have lost. I'd rather walk on my own, than I'd want to walk together separately. I'd rather stand on my own, than I'd want to stand together separately.

Y/N meant the world to me. She was the person who I trusted most of everyone that’s ever past in my life. She stayed with me when no one else did. She believed in me when no one else did.

“Uncle Dan?”

“Oh, so sorry Abra. What did you see with them?”

“It’s alright uncle Dan. I saw so much! -“

***

Y/N’s laughter filled the air as she threw the cards she had in her hands down onto the bed. “I won! Again!” Rose crossed her arms as she let out a huff. “That’s not fair! You clearly cheated!” She protested. Y/N sat back and couldn’t help the grin that was forming on her face. “Oh, wash that grin off of your face Y/N!” Rose threw a pillow after Y/N as she slowly stepped off of the bed. Walking over to the cattle and filled it with water. “What? It’s not my problem you’re bad at this game!” Rose turned around and shot Y/N a glare. “And it’s not my fault that you turned into such a cheating brat! What happened to that nice, sweet angel?” The water was done boiling, so Rose poured herself a cup of tea and sat back down onto the bed, crossing her legs.

“Well, I have lived with you for quite some time now.” Rose let out a snort as she took a sip of her tea. “So you’re saying I’m to blame for your behavior?!” Y/N nodded her head as she started to pick up the cards again. “You’re such a little brat Y/N.” Rose’s tone was stern but in a way still soft. Y/N looked up and sat on her knees, closer to Rose then before. Rose studied her face. Y/N slowly took her bottom lip in between her lips. Leaning forward until she was close enough to Rose to feel her breath. “But, I know something else you’re good at” Rose leaned forward until their noses were touching. “Is that so? And what is that exactly?” Rose’s iconic smirk was forming itself onto her lips. Her eyes turning dark, with pure lust and cloudy. She knew very well what Y/N meant. But she wanted to hear it.

“You’re good at so many things Rosie. You’re good at making me scream for hours until I can’t scream no more” ~

“Uncle Dan! You will never guess what I saw after they killed that little boy!”

“What did you see Abra?”

“They were burying him and talking about how she felt me”

“She felt you?! Abra!”

“I know! I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it”

~ “ And when she comes back, and she will. Oh, I’ll be ready honey.” Rose said as her eyes started to fill with pure lust as she held onto the shovel. Crow Daddy looked at, knowing that look in her eye. Normally before they meet Y/N, him and Rose would be at it but ever since Y/N joined the ride; there was nothing for him. As sad as he was when Y/N died, he thought he had his Rosie back. But he didn’t. He would never have his Rosie back.

Rose started lowering the dirt onto the dead body of the child once again. Crow watched her for a moment. Her body still looked the same. Oh how he wished he could see what was under those clothes once more. He knew it was the steam talking, it always made the sex better. Not that it wasn’t good without steam with Rosie. Everything was good with her. She was a beast in bed. She was a controlling and a leader outside the bed but that didn’t change inside either. She had the power she wanted. And she gained it easily as well.

Rose got done digging and gave Crow the shovel and said her ‘goodnight’ as she started walking back to her RV. Walking inside and locking the door behind her, filling the bath with warm water before stripping her clothes and stepping inside. Sitting down in the warm water, letting her muscles relax before washing all the blood off of her arms. There was only one person stuck in Rose’s mind right now. It wasn’t Crow, no. It was Y/N. Her Y/N. Her dear, sweet Y/N. Memories of their time together started flowing inside Rose’s mind. Oh how she missed Y/N’s touch. How her hands would wonder throughout her body. How her soft, feather like kisses would trace her body, worship her body. Rose’s hand went under the water and traced her skin, just like Y/N would do. Oh what Rose would do, just to feel her touch once again. ~

“And I saw her conversation with some guy before she came and visited me!”

~ “oh god dammit. What?” Rose said with the hint of irritation in her voice. Crow stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Hey, sorry to interrupt” He slowly walked over to the bed where Rose was seated, with crossed legs. “I told you, ‘no distractions’. Nothing to eat, nothing to drink. Just peace, quiet and meditation. I need all my wits for her tonight, Crow” Rose titled her head a little as she watched Crow Daddy’s movements. “That’s why I’m here. I found something” Crow said as he handed over the iPad to Rose.

“How small can an earthquake be? Pretty small, if the people of Richard Court, a short Anniston Street that be believed. Last Tuesday night, several residents of the Street reported a tremor that rattled windows, shook floors, and sent glassware tumbling from the the shelves. Although the Geological Survey Center in Wrentham reports there was no temblors in New England last Tuesday” Rose’s voice went quiet as she read the last lines of the article.

“What do you think?” Crow asked. “I think, maybe. I’m not a hundred percent, but I’ll take fifty-fifty.” Crow took off his hat and held it close to his chest. “If that’s actually her-“ Rose cut him off, “Richard Court” before letting him speak again. “She did that, shook a whole street in New Hampshire.” He watched Rose. “Having a place to actually focus on, not just a town, but a street. It’s gonna make things a hell of a lot easier for me tonight” Rose said as she closed up the iPad. Handing it over to Crow as she said “Good Catch” ~

***

I felt everything grow cold as I opened my eyes. All I saw was snow and high walls made from bushes. I saw a shadow run to the left. I looked down into the snow and saw footprints. I laughed to myself. I started following the sounds that were heard.

“Clever, you’ve made some improvements haven’t you? Since the last time I was in your mind” I continued walking around. “How do we know that we’re not in yours” I heard the bitch child say. I continued walking and continued hearing her footsteps. “Where are you pup?” I turned around a corner and there she was. Walking towards her before stoping a few meters from her. “You’re gonna die here” She said. I couldn’t help but let out a little snort. “Brave words dear. Is that what you really think? You’re gonna hurt, me?” “Yes!” Soon enough I felt something run through my skin, it stinking for a shirt movement. I leant down and touched my skin, feeling blood pouring out slowly. Soon enough I felt the same happening again to my other leg.

“You know, you remind me of myself” She was standing in front of me, with a knife in hand. My blood dripping from it. “I can really see it now. You’ve got a darkness in you dear. And I think the only difference between you and me, is time” I walked towards her again, stopping. “You don’t know yet. What you do for time. I promise you dear, you would be surprised” Then I felt it again. The sharp pain. I clenched my jaw as she was once again, standing in front of me with that knife. “Pain purifiers steam, fear too so you understand” Then she was gone again. I closed my eyes and listened and soon enough I felt my fingers wrap around something. The bitch child’s throat.

“I was just like you when I was younger. I was special and alone, but I meet someone who gave me the gift of purpose of Community and I might have given you such a gift if things would have gone, differently” My fingers were wrapped securely around her throat. “No, defiant aren’t you? So much like me. Your mind it’s so” I thought for second, that’s when I realized. “This isn’t your mind is it? You’re just the bait” I threw her away from me.

“Enough!”

***

~ “What is the matter with you?” Rose said as she stepped inside her RV, seeing Y/N sitting on her bed. “What’s the matter with me?! Are you crazy?!” Y/N said as she held her arms tighter around herself. At this specific moment she regretted this exact decision. “What do you mean ‘regret’?!” Rose said as she walked towards the bed, placing her hands on her hips while looking down at Y/N. “You’re eating children! I don’t remember that in going in your ‘deal’!.” Rose let out a groan of frustration, rubbing her forehead as she felt a clear headache forming. “Oh my god Y/N” Y/N let out a snort as she slowly got up from the bed, taking ahold of her jacket and walking towards the door when Rose gripped her arm. Her eyes filling with pure anger.

“And where do you think you’re going, hm?” Rose’s grip was tight and Y/N felt Rose’s nails starting to dig into to her skin. “Away! I didn’t sign up for this! I didn’t sign up to eat kids! Let me go!” Y/N tried retreating her arms from Rose but it was no use. It was a too strong grip. Rose’s eyes continued to fill with raw anger and at any minute she would snap. And that’s what she did.

“I saved your pretty, sorrow little ass! I told you of the deal! That there’s as consequences to be taken and you agreed! So don’t you come here and grow all small and sad because of your only way of survival!”

Y/N felt her eyes sting, the tears begging to come out from behind her eyes. Y/N grew scared. She thought of how that any minute now, Rose was gonna hurt her. Like Danny did. As much as Y/N didn’t want to cry in front of her, she did. Y/N looked down, feeling even more scared then before. Y/N felt Rose’s grip loosen and soon enough her arms were around me. Y/N starting sobbing in her neck. Gripping onto her shirt, as the tears fell. Rose lifted Y/N up in her arms and walked over to the bed. “I-I’m sorry” Rose quietly shushed Y/N. Cubbing her cheeks and leaning her forehead against Y/N’s.

“You matter to me sweetie. You’re words matter to me, everything you do matter to me. I see so much meaning in those sad eyes of yours. I’ll stay here as long as you’ll let me. You matter to me, you hear me? I promise you do. They things you say out here, they matter to us. More then they did to him” ~

***

“Even at your age, it’s so good!” I leant down again as I pressed my finger more into his wound, hearing him let out another scream as more steam flew this way out if him. I took it in and let out a shaky breath. “You taste like whisky” I couldn’t help the smirk that was forming my lips. I leant down again and pushed my finger deeper into him. “Delicious” I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back but saw no one. I looked forward and saw no one. I knew Danny boy wasn’t going to last long.

“You killed my Y/N! What did she ever do to you, huh?!” I gripped his head with both of my hands. His skin was pale and his eyes were losing their color. “Why did you kill my Y/N?!” I leant down and took the last steam that came out of him, laughing out loud as Danny boy was finally gone. All that was left was his lifeless body. I sat back, closing my eyes for a moment. Seeing Y/N. Oh, how I missed her. Her smile, her sweetness. Everything. I couldn’t help but feel guilty after she disappeared. I should have held an eye on her. I should have gone with her!

(Please don’t blame yourself Rosie)

I felt my body tense up, every hair on my body stood. I opened my eyes and there she was. My precious Y/N. “Y-Y/N?” I hated the way my voice sounded. I had lost everything, and everyone. “You haven’t lost everything Rose, I’m still here” I tried to reach out for her but I couldn’t touch her. “Everyone’s dead Y/N. It’s all my fault, you’re dead!” I felt her touch, her hand on my cheek. Feeling a tear run down my cheek. “It’s okay, but don’t blame yourself. You always say that everything happens for a reason” I looked up at her. “You weren’t supposed to die!” Y/N stood up and reached out for my hand. I took it, and I could feel her hand. She walked me down the stairs and towards the old desk.

“You will die here Rosie”

I couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. Is she serious? Doesn’t she know me? “Die? I won’t die here” She took ahold of both my hands and squeezed them. “There’s a fire here, and the spirits here have chosen to keep you here to die” I felt myself start to panic. Panic?! Why the would I panic?! Rose The Hat did not panic! “Rosie, she’s still in there” I looked up at her. What the hell was she talking about?! Who was still here?! The bitch child?

“No, Rose O’Hara”

I felt my eyes go wide and let out a shaky laugh. “N-No. she’s gone! She’s not here!” She cubbed my cheek. Rubbing her thumb lightly. “She is Rosie, whether you like it or not. She will always be a part of you, doesn’t matter what you say or do. Rose O’Hara will still be in here” She moved her hand to my chest and held it there. I couldn’t believe what she was saying. Rose O’Hara died a long time ago! Y/N shook her head. Soon enough I felt the air getting thinner and warmer. She was right about the fire. But I didn’t wanna die, at least not like this! Not alone!

“You’re not alone Rose. You have me, and you’ll always have me”

“Y/N, this isn’t fair”

“Then what is? You always say that life isn’t fair. That we aren’t born on this earth to live, but to survive. Everything is standing in the lines Rose, everything that can’t be explained.”

“I was so lost without you”

“You weren’t lost, cause you are a strong woman, a strong leader! You’re the strongest person I know Rose. And you knew that I was with you by every step you took each day”

“I wanted you there with me, not under layers of dirt somewhere else”

“I know, but sometimes life jus pt decides that it is time for someone to leave the world they are living”

“But you weren’t supposed to leave me! No one was!”

Y/N took ahold of Rose’s hands once again as the fire creeped up the corner. Y/N slowly leant in, letting her lips touch Rose’s for the last time. Rose wasn’t alone when she died. No, she was with the person she loved the most. Her precious and beloved Y/N.

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Ah, Miss Boggess, there you are. Timofey's been driving me mad. He said he's found you the most luxurious gown—I do hope you plan to contribute funds, this isn't Cresce after all—and he wanted to know what your preference in masks might be. I beg you not to be too gaudy, I refuse to be upstaged. And you know how Alderode can be when its women are too bold.

I don’t know if this is anything but oh well!

Melody squinted up at the wright who’d waltzed into her space, disturbing her work with his near-incessant chatter. Bastion was in a good mood, then, complaints about Timofey aside, which suited her because technically her space belonged to him. The entire safe house did. She had done her best to clear out the papers, books, empty wine bottles, and other assorted debris from a corner of the room and remain undisturbed while disturbing no one. That plan had mostly worked until now.

Mercifully, when she met Bastion’s black gaze, he was clothed this time. As ever, he wore that same silver torc she never saw him without and was swathed in black. The v-neck cut of his shirt extended all the way down to his naval, which was downright modest of him even if she did get an eyeful, sitting on the floor as she was. He towered over her as he braced a forearm against the wall in a casual lean, intent on having her answer.

With a sigh, she lowered her writing instrument and, bypassing his comments entirely, extended the papers she was working on toward him, all business. “Here.”

On each page’s surface was a series of facial composite sketches. She’d drawn every Ald and Sharte who’d been on that beach when the cache of First Silver was stolen to the best of her memory. Had done similarly for nearly every job she’d ever taken as an assassin. Killing the wrong mark was embarrassing—and clean-up was messier. Experience was the harshest and best teacher.

Which is why she knew she was missing something about that night. It eluded her as much as the identity of their mysterious thief.

“Well, I wouldn’t submit these to any museums if I were you, darling,” Bastion commented, straightening up and listlessly flipping through the pages. “I trust you won’t be offended by my firm refusal to display these. We’re both adults here.”

Melody fought back the urge to roll her eyes. “Is there anyone there you don’t recognize?”

His black brow lifted minutely, and he studied the pages more thoroughly, eyes passing over every face and noting the ones marked dead with an x beside them. “Only this ugly fellow. Such an unfortunate nose. I hope he at least gets his use out of it between a woman’s thighs.”

As he showed her the sketch, Melody did not check her smile. It was all teeth. “That’s you. Before the glamour dropped.”

“Such a generous perception you have towards us merry Alds. You even took me for a soud! Some don’t believe the Golds are true Aldishmen at all, you know.”

“Is that what you think?”

“My dear murderess, I have grown quite immune to the opinions of my countrymen.”

“But there’s no one else?” she pressed, nodding towards the papers in his hands. “No one who looks different to you because they might’ve also been glamoured?”

“Afraid I was the only wright who came prepared and armed with intelligence.” Bastion handed the stack back to her, a dry smile appearing on his lips. “Which is a glowing commendation to the clever bastard who managed to escape unseen with my Silver.”

“Our Silver,” corrected Melody, tossing the papers aside. So that had been for nothing. If she hadn’t been keen on killing their saboteur when they found him, she sure was now. Irritated, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “So sorry I missed the lad. I was preoccupied ensuring that a certain prepared and intelligent wright didn’t succeed in cutting open one of my major arteries.”

“You should’ve shown your face sooner, little Sharte. It might have given me pause.”

Melody climbed to her feet, extended her arms over her head, and stretched. A few vertebrae popped, and her tense muscles loosened the slightest bit. She felt more than saw Bastion’s gaze travel along the arch of her back, but she paid it no mind. Behind his charismatic mien, she heard the dripping disdain he had for her. His client—Beadman’s buyer—might have botched the whole deal with the First Silver, but Bastion still pinned plenty of blame on her, the unexpected Sharteshanian wright who’d gotten in the way. For now, he tolerated her presence. He did not like her.

She felt the same way toward him, but reclaiming the Silver took priority over personal feelings. They would succeed and be out of each other’s hair much faster by working together than going it alone. Or so attending this Jet-only fête was supposed to prove.

“Timofey found me a dress, you said?”

“A gown,” stressed Bastion. “Regrettably, the event we’re attending is a respectable affair. On its surface, at any rate. No simple frock will do.”

“But let me guess. Full masks are too elaborate? Then, an eye mask is fine. I don’t care what’s on it, so long as it’s discreet.” If she was unable to completely hide her face as she skulked around, announcing her presence with a gaudy accessory wouldn’t help. In that regard, she and Bastion were in agreement. “I know my business, my lord. There’s no reason for you to be afraid I’ll top you—that’s not what I meant!”

Eventually, Bastion stopped laughing.

Eventually.

Melody didn’t know how Timofey lived with this man. In a figurative sense since Timofey wasn’t technically alive. At least the spirit seemed to like her or at least took some form of pity on her. If it truly was a gown he’d spied for her, that meant a long skirt. Which meant she could still wear her knives, including her dagger of First Iron. Thank the Twins. “If you do see Timofey before me, thank him, won’t you?”

“And when should I expect to hear praise fall from those acerbic lips, hm?” He shadowed her steps as she navigated through the cluttered safe house, past overturned chairs and tables overflowing with more papers, sheet music, cigarette buds, and half-full whisky tumblers. Without a hint of shame at the state of it all, he twirled a hand to indicate the room. “For providing you with all this?”

“Of course I’m grateful,” Melody allowed, her tone laced with irony. “My one regret—besides this whole thing—is that I can’t burden you less, but unfortunately, my benefactor has chosen Fachlyne for his roost. Only the most dangerous place in Kasslyne, but no matter.”

“You say that yet you haven’t even seen our shining capital! Although, that sarcasm of yours is almost charming. You must be a real brat in bed, aren’t you?”

She spun, fixing him with an annoyed glare. “Look, Winalils, about the gown. Don’t take this the wrong way—”

“Ach, an oft-used phrase that always achieves what it intends, but do continue.”

“The reason Timofey has my thanks is because I’m more confident that he has taste. I was terrified you’d be picking something out, and it would equate to dental floss.”

“So taking care of one’s teeth isn’t a total myth in Sharteshane.” Bastion’s mouth quirked, and he regarded her with half-lidded eyes, taking a single step closer. “For a worshipper of supposed divine beings, you have little faith. If I dressed you, darling, it would be to flatter. Death and danger each have their forbidden appeal, and a master assassin should know how to use both to seduce her prey. If you’ve never heightened your assets to such titillating ends—when you certainly have the ass and tits to do so—then perhaps we should change that sometime. Besides…” He was close enough for his cool breath to caress her neck. “Are you quite sure you’d mind overmuch playing the doll for me?”

Her face hot, Melody shoved him back into the edge of a table to his audible amusement. “If you’re going to be a fucking prick, I’d rather hash out the rest of this with Timofey.”

“He can’t take your coin. And as adorable as you look all riled up like a bitch in heat, that’s why I’m here.”

Jaw clenching, Melody thought about biting his extended hand. Y’know, if she was going to be such a riled-up bitch. Instead, she retrieved her coin pouch, which was nowhere close to full, and concentrated on counting out a suitable amount of sems rather than test Bastion’s knowledge of using pymary through touch. The coins clinked as they fell into his open palm, the grim sight of her dwindling funds cooling her anger.

“About that,” said Melody in a flinty tone, returning to business. “I didn’t exactly plan on an extended stay in Alderode, and the First Royal Bank of Sharteshane isn’t within walking distance. I was thinking we might amend our… arrangement.”

Bastion was already turning from her, waving a dismissive hand. “If you’re looking for charity—”

“We’re not going to find our man at this thing. Reconnaissance never goes that smoothly. We might find a lead at best,” Melody said, stepping in front of him. If he didn’t want to listen to her, he could offset away and leave her coin behind. “But that doesn’t mean it has to be a huge waste of time. Nobles are the same everywhere. They have secrets to hide. You want me to find those secrets for you, I will. Want to blackmail someone? Done. Need someone tailed after the party? Done. This might even be easier for me to do here than in Sharteshane. Women are just supposed to be part of the decor, aye?”

“Aye, except for here, it seems.” His words were clipped, but he gave her an appraising look, almost challenging. “They are also to stay where they can be seen, not wandering into forbidden places without an escort.”

“What’s that matter to me? My reputation here is a fabrication. I’m not an Aldish lady. I’m the Shade. I don’t exist.” Melody took a short, bracing breath, but what was the point in holding back now? “Listen, Winalils, this is the closest I get to selling myself, and I do take my business as seriously as a heart attack. At least tell me you’ll consider it.”

“I already am. What I’m curious about is what you want in return.”

“A guarantee of shelter. Food, clothes, just the basics. To know that when I sleep I’ll be safe.”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s all?”

“Aye. When I say basics, I mean basics. And I don’t want to pay for another fucking dress. Sell them after or give them to one of your lays, I don’t care. But if I drop coin in this country, it’s going to be because I—we—had no other choice. I’m not going back to—” Melody stopped talking, memories carding through her mind too quickly to land on any one. Her Sharte accent was thick as she ended with, “Anywho, those’re me terms.”

For the first time since their conversation started, Melody thought Bastion looked tired. His frown somehow deepened the perpetual shadows under his eyes, which had taken on an unreachable distance. As quickly as the sight appeared, it was gone. His chin-length black hair moved just so as he tilted his head back to look down his straight nose at her, his shrug as equally careless. “I accept them, provided that my end of the bargain will only be honored on the delivery of yours.”

“That’s how it’s done.” Melody jutted out her hand, ready to seal the deal the Sharteshanian way. A bone-breaking handshake—sans the spit. They were in plague territory after all, and assassin though she was, she merely flirted with death; she didn’t court it. Bastion’s hand enfolded hers, his long fingers encasing her own. Bloody pianist hands. It didn’t bother her at all to turn their handshake into a biting vise, didn’t surprise her that Bastion winced as his bones creaked ever so slightly.

What did surprise her and cause her whole body to freeze was when, on the third pump, he bowed low and brought her hand to his lips, his mouth landing hot on her knuckles. His wet tongue slid between the skin of her middle and ring finger, his eyes flicking up to hers when she hissed. His mouth stretched into an unforgiving, unrepentant smile.

The Aldish way to seal the deal, with a healthy side of Black Tongue.

Of course, she didn’t know that at the time.

#anyway bite me cassie #ca: observe my sins #cue scene #Anonymous #otp: a little death

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Starcrossed Losers XIII (Josh Wheeler xReader)

A/N: I really like making song-fics, so I absolutely loved this. I think this might be sort of a thing that could stay? Feel free to tell me if you like it or not :)

Words: 6,521

Warnings: Cursing and a hint of abusive behavior cause Maya is evil.

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Wesley managed to thrill everyone with the dance and now they’re all helping with the decoration and the stage, which means the pharmacy is all alone cause the kids are too busy to try stupid dares that will harm them and that’s great for me, it means I finally have precious, beautiful free time to rest my wrist properly.

I’m sitting on the garden chair next to Wesley and Josh, above the beds where we usually sleep. Wesley has a tablet on his hands and is selecting songs for the playlist.

Josh and I are chatting about nothing and everything, it’s been two days since we had time to talk and... actually, I think we’ve only had time to talk like one or two times before everything exploded in our faces. Which is not a lot, but it’s enough to make us feel comfortable around each other.

More than comfortable in my case.

“You have any plans for the dance?”

“Like what?”

“Like wearing crazy outfits for the occasion,” Josh insinuates with a little smirk.

“The correct term is cool, not crazy,” I stick out my tongue, “no, I don’t have anything in mind. Why, you got some ideas?”

“I’m not really good with clothes,” He squints, “but I’m sure that whatever you choose to wear will look nice, everything looks nice on you”

“Okay...” I’m unsure of how to reply without crossing a line, I suck at it, so I just end with: “Thanks”

“I-I mean...” Josh suddenly changes his demeanor, like he didn’t mean to say what he’d said, “Not that I’m being weird, it’s just true. You look good, you’re... nice?”

I frown, understanding zero shit of what he was trying to say. I laugh it off and start to play with the bandages on my own hand, messing them up. Josh chuckles lightly and reaches for the loose part of the bandage, fixing it for me.

“So...” Josh speaks up tilting his face a little to the right, now talking to Wesley, “Which are you gonna choose?”

I lean my head so I can see Wes over Josh’s shoulder. He takes longer than expected, raising his head with a funny expression on his face.

“Choose?”

Josh chuckles and finishes up, gently letting go of my wrist he turns around to see our friend.

“Songs!” He points towards the tablet, “For the homecoming dance playlist?”

“This is no mere playlist,” He replies, finally going back to his normal self, “this is no mere homecoming dance do-over.”

He jumps off the platform with Josh going next and landing on the bed. I stand up from the garden chair as well and I stop for a second, stabilizing my body so I can sit on the edge and then jump with the impulse my healthy hand can give me.

I see Josh, waiting in case I need help. I think that’s sweet, but luckily I’m able to do it on my own and he looks really satisfied when I rush over to where they are.

“We rescued these kids from Baron Triumph,” Wesley continues, “this is a Saturnalia to the wonder of life, drinking from the water fountain of youth...”

I laugh under my breath and Josh discretely nudges my arm so I cut it out.

“Tonight, we stare the Grim Reaper in the face and we say,” he raises his left hand as he speaks, “if you like it then you should’ve put a ring on it”

I laugh again, this time Josh and Wes do it too.

“This is the soundtrack of our lives!” Wesley exclaims, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“That sounds like a lot of pressure,” I tell him.

“I can handle a little pressure,” He winks, “if you wanna help, I’ll give you two some privileges since you’re also saviors of these kids. You get to pick one song for the playlist.”

“One song? How generous of you,” I joke.

“Hey that’s more than any of them is getting,” He points at me, “so pick wisely”

“You heard him,” Josh raises a brow, “better get to work”

“Sure thing, boss,” I turn on my heel, moving towards the pharmacy.

I see Eli talking to KJ and I get to hear a bit of the conversation.

“Someone’s gotta make sure you ‘fugees are copacetic. You remember ICE?” He gives KJ his board and opens his hoddie to reveal the print it has, “Well, I’m the new ICE.”

He’s gonna get his ass kicked soon, and at this point, I can’t wait to see it.

“Okay, I need you to sign this oath of allegiance. Basically, you gotta do what I say at all times and you can’t make fun of me behind my back like Dana Rappaport did when I sharted in the third grade... Oh! And also it automatically casts a vote for me as Gender-Neutral Homecoming Royalty.”

KJ gives him the board back with a dick drawn on it and turns around, done with the conversation.

“This counts as a vote!” He exclaims as she walks away.

“Okay but what about making fun of you on your face?” I speak up, smirking, “Cause I have lots to say about your excessive use of bad T-shirts...”

“Hey, my T-shirts are the shit!” Eli replies.

“Sure...” I get to where he is and take the board from his hands, reading the papers, “You know, if you really want to win you have to find a different way to do it cause intimidation won’t work on them. It won’t work for you at all considering how tiny you are.”

“Fuck off, Y/N,” He frowns, “if you’re not gonna vote for me, then step out of the way”

“Who said I wasn’t going to?” I smile.

He stops and turns so fast for a second I think he might have hurt his neck.

“What?”

“Yeah, I think you deserve a victory after all the ass-kicking that we’ve put you through”

“You’re fucking with me”

“This is my way of making peace with you, I don’t wanna fight,” I raise my hands, “if you don’t trust me or don’t want my help, I get it...”

“No!” He looks over his shoulder to where Josh and Wesley are, preparing some stuff on the stage, “Talk now, knock-off Doc.”

“Bet that one gave you lots of satisfaction,” I chuckle, “Whatever... What you should be doing is give the people what they want from a leader: Order, equality, promises. Tell them that if they vote for you they’ll get their own comfy bed and bags of twinkies with chips, we’ll make schedules so they don’t have to worry about looking for stuff on their own once we run out of food...”

“That sounds like a total nerd-campaign”

“It’s a good campaign! Wesley, Josh and I brought them here. Now what? We’re not doing anything for their comfort, that merciful human could be you. You were the one who controlled the mall in the first place, convince them that you still have that power and they’ll vote for you”

“But I don’t have that power anymore, do I?” He asks bitterly, “Not after you assholes took everything from me”

“Maybe. You forget something important: As much as I find you annoying, I’m still the only one that trusts you a little bit, I can talk on your behalf, you can be sure they’ll listen”

Eli seems to think about it, then gives me a curious look.

“Why do you wanna help me?”

“I already told you,” I roll my eyes, “we’re gonna live under the same roof, I want things to be friendly between us. I don’t want any beef with anyone right now...”

As I say it, I catch a glimpse of Maya on the other side of the hall, helping some kids to carry a few sets of tables.

“Fair,” He nods, eyeing me carefully, “but if it doesn’t work-”

“It will,” I finish, patting his shoulder harshly, “get back out there and win tons of fans!”

I continue my way towards the pharmacy and find Alex there. It’s still completely empty except for us. He’s too focused on the book he’s reading to notice me.

“Boo!” I slam my hands against the table and Alex jumps, scared shitless. I let out a loud laugh and step back so he can’t hit me with the book.

“Asshole,” He leaves the book facedown on the counter, “Where were you?”

“With Josh and Wesley, talking about the dance,” I raise a brow, “why aren’t you helping with the decoration?”

“I don’t know, I’m not into it,” he shrugs, “it won’t be the same, you know that right?”

“Of course I do, Mr. Sunshine,” I scoff, “I was against the dance too at first, now... I guess everyone could use a break. We’ve been through a lot these months”

“You’re right about that,” He sighs, “Josh’ still bummed out about Sam?”

I told Alex the whole story, obviously. How Josh and I met, how everything went downhill after that and why I decided to stay. (I let out a tiny detail of the story, which is my stupid crush. He doesn’t need to know about that.) Now he fully understands why I can’t leave. Better yet, he also wants to stay and be part of our little... whatever we are, I still can’t find a proper name for us.

“He tries hard to hide it, but three days aren’t enough to get over someone’s death... If you ask me, I think this dance is kind of therapeutic for him”

“Maybe,” He tells me to move away and when I do he jumps over the counter to my side, grabbing the book and walking with me towards the exit, “You're helping with the planification?”

“I’m more like a back-up,” I smile, “whenever they can’t figure something out they ask me, apparently my creativity is somehow precious around here”

“It always was”

“Aww, that’s cute,” I nudge his arm.

Alex laughs and puts his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer and ruffling my hair. Around us there’s a lot of movement coming from all sides, so no one really pays attention.

“Stop!” I grin, pushing him away, “I take it back, you’re an absolute heathen”

“Wow, careful there, you might hurt my feelings,” Then he asks me “What are your plans for the dance, then?”

“Have fun, try to keep my wrist away from any harm and dance a lot, I guess.”

“You going with any of your new friends?” I’m relieved to hear how friendly the question sounds, yet another confirmation of how things are back at the usual routine between us.

“Well, I didn’t ask...” I frown slightly, “like you said, it’s not like the real homecoming so I was going to assist on my own”

“We should go together!” He offers excitedly, “a way to affirm that our friendship is stronger than ever. What do you say? Should we go to the do-over dance as a platonic couple like the good old days? We could even get matching outfits!”

“Oh, those good old days,” I shake my head, smiling, “sure, why not?”

“Cool!” Alex raises his hand and we high five.

The music blasts on the speaker closest to us and raises its volume quickly, gaining our attention. So do the screams coming from one of the stores at our left. Crumble is there covering her ears and closing her eyes tightly, she seems to be suffering.

“Hang on,” I tell Alex and I walk over to the stage at the same time Angelica rushes out of the store.

“Turn it down! Turn the music down!” She urges them, climbing up the bench.

“Guys!” I scream, “Stop the music!”

I climb beside her and disconnect the speakers.

“Hey!” Josh pouts.

“The ghoulie part of the witch is super sensitive to loud noise,” Explains Angelica in slight exasperation.

“Shit! I was only playing this on chill,” Wesley complains, “I barely got to thumping, What happens when I get to cranking?”

“If you pump up the volume tonight, we’ll be doing the electric slide with a horde of ghoulies,” She says, then jumps down from the bench and goes back to the store.

I do the opposite and finish climbing until I reach the stage.

“Don’t take it personal, you know how important Crumble is to her investigation...”

Wesley gives me a side-eyed look.

“Hard to make the soundtrack of our lives with no soundtrack.”

“Maybe this is a bad idea,” Josh offers, it’s the first time since he found out about the dance that he doesn’t sound optimistic, “recreating what we will never have again...”

I look over at Alex, he reached over to the bench already and is listening. I know he’s thinking how he just said the same thing, but now that he heard it from Josh, it seems like he feels bad about it.

“You’re missing Sam pretty hard...” Mumbles Wesley.

Josh scoffs.

“We were gonna go to the dance together... She was gonna be Homecoming Queen”

I know I shouldn’t let his words get to me, that’s just another reminder of how my feelings are completely onesided, that I’ll be better if I keep my distance with Josh. Safer.

I walk away from their conversation and start to tie the net with balloons that Wesley wants to put above his DJ table, Alex appears again in front of me and hops up to the stage, crouching beside me and helping me.

“You’re okay?” He asks under his breath.

“I’m fine, I don’t know why hearing him talking about Sam gets me down... Maybe he makes me think about Katie too,” I lie, What else can I do?

“How are you dealing with that?” Alex puts his hand on my shoulder as a way of comfort, “Have you talked about it with someone?”

“Yeah,” A bitter smile appears on my face, “with Josh”

“Josh,” He chuckles, “sounds like you got to know each other quite well during these days, even if it was on such short notice”

“I guess we both have things in common”

“Like what?”

“We can’t keep our mouth shut,” I smirk.

Alex laughs and his hand falls from my shoulder, he shakes his head.

“I really missed our talks.”

“I missed them too,” I push him lightly, “don’t get sappy, though. We have a dance coming our way and I need you ready to impress.”

“Enough with the sappy then,” He stands up, finishing the net.

“You can pull it up now!” I speak up to the guy next to the column, he obeys almost instantly, pulling the net above our heads.

“Look at that,” Alex raises a brow, “someone’s learning how to be a leader.”

“Shut up, I’m no leader,” I roll my eyes.

Which reminds me, I still don’t know what’s the answer to that question. Who am I?

Strangely enough, that same question brings out the answer to another thing, and it’s about what Wesley said a few minutes ago:

The soundtrack to our lives.

I love music. I think Wesley is right, music has its own way to tell stories, it helps you get in the moment, attach ideas, make a memory special. That’s how I decide that from now on I’ll attach a song to this... whatever it is that I’m doing. Maybe it won’t be helpful at all but it explains a bit better how I feel during these times.

It is extra? Very. I’m doing it anyway. You better wait for those songs, buddy. Maybe that will also help me pick one for the dance.

When I'm getting off the stage with Alex we run (again) into Wesley and Josh. They were doing their own thing around the platform, but apparently, Wes is leaving.

“...I’m heading out, gotta feed Triumph and Turbo”

“I’ll go with you,” Josh replies.

“I got it,” Wes shrugs, “you use your survival skills to solve this noise issue.”

“I can help you with that,” I say, gaining their attention.

Wesley turns around and smiles.

“I knew I could count on you, Y/N,” He winks before heading out.

Josh looks at me with a small smile, then before Wesley leaves, his eyes widened slightly, something just came up to him.

“Hey, uh...” He turns back to Wesley, “What about Mastermind by Delton 3030 for the soundtrack?”

Wes nods, a knowing smile on his face.

“Right? Yeah?” Josh turns around, quite pleased with himself.

“Is that the song you’re gonna go with?” I smirk.

“Well, it was either that or... uh, one that’s a bit too much for the occasion, I think”

“Really?” I raise my eyebrows, “Which one?”

“No,” He blushes, “don’t push”

“You guys are making the playlist?” Alex asks.

“Wesley let us pick one song for the playlist. Only us,” I shrug, “because we saved your asses”

“Josh was the savior, you were only around.”

“She helped,” Josh replies, standing next to me and putting an arm around my shoulders, “she gave me a motivational speech before the fight, so... uh, yeah.”

“What a great comeback,” I tease him, “I still get to pick a song and you don’t so I’m winning.”

“Rude,” Alex huffs, “anyway if you guys need help let me know, I’ll be around”

“Sure,” I nod.

“See ya,” Josh waves, then he looks down at me, “don’t pick a song yet?”

“It’s been like thirty minutes since he told us, I need more time”

“I already chose”

“Tell me what was your second option, c’mon” I try to tickle him but he moves away.

“No!” He laughs, “It’s a dumb song”

“No song is dumb. Unless is like, a sexual song. The misogynistic type of song you know? Or a kids’ song, the ones that only have like one line that repeats itself over and over for two minutes-”

“Okay!” Josh interrupts me, “If you find a way to fix the noise problem I’ll tell you”

“I’m in,” I nod, shaking his hand in an overdramatic way that makes him laugh, “I’m so gonna win”

“Is not a competition,” He clarifies.

“It is now,” I wink at him, starting to walk away.

“Why do you have to be so annoying about stuff like this?” He pouts, “Y/N, where are you going?”

“I’m gonna fix the noise problem!” I speak up, already turning my back to him.

I decide to go with the genius of our little group.

“Not a clue, ask someone else,” Angelica tells me as soon as I ask her.

“Come on!” I scowl, “You could help! You just don’t wanna do it cause it’s not fun”

“Exactly.”

I hear a skateboard passing by and thinking it’s Josh, I turn around to tell him to convince Angelica. Only that is not Josh, it’s KJ. She’s using Josh’s skate though.

“Where did she get that?” I ask, turning back to Angelica.

“I gave it to her,” She shrugs.

“You gave-? Josh is going to kill you if he finds out”

“He’ll find out, that’s the point,” She rolls her eyes, “I want to set KJ and Josh together”

“You what?” I ask, accidentally kicking the table.

“So he forgets about Sam and stays with us,” Angelica replies matter-of-factly.

“He’s already with us,” I say, “Why would you do something like that? You can’t force him into another relationship!”

“Why do you care so much? It’s not like you care?” Although she’s got her back facing me, I know she’s smiling.

“Oh,” I whisper, stepping closer to her, “I know what you’re doing, you little creep”

“Do you?”

“You’re not trying to set them up, you’re trying to see if I get jealous!” I whisper-yell, “You think you’ll manage to get something out of this?”

“I will,” She turns around, satisfaction all over her face, “I just have to see the ridiculous doe-eyes you make whenever Josh does as little as brushing his fingers with yours to know you wanna get in his pants. Which means you’re staying as long as he stays. Which means I was right and you can die mad about it.”

“You’re not,” I hiss, “I don’t want to get in his pants and I can leave anytime. I chose to stay cause-”

“You like him. Don’t even try to convince me otherwise, I remember how you used to act around him the first day and I see how you act now, is not hard to see. I won’t tell him... but-”

“No but,” I cut her out, “I won’t play your games.”

“You guys look cute together! You’re equally dumb and cheesy!”

“See that’s rude,” I frown, “So what if we have things in common? He’s hurting, if I date him now I’m just the rebound, I’m not desperate enough to agree to that”

“What if he likes you back? What if he wants to be with you right now? The only thing stopping him it’s that he thinks you’re with that guy you hang out with, or that he thinks you’ll say he’s an asshole for not waiting longer to end his mourning?”

“Does he?” I cross my arms.

“I don’t know,” Angelica replies carelessly, “I could find out if you want.”

“This is stupid,” I shake my head, “let it go, okay An? We’re here and I promise we won’t go, at least for a while. You can live with that, right?”

“I can’t. I need results, not sappy promises,” She says dryly, “and KJ and Josh are the fastest way to get them if you’re so reluctant to give it a try cause you’re a coward. Step aside and let me take care of this.”

“You know what?” I reply harshly, “Do whatever you want, the only thing you’ll do is push Josh and me even further away from you”

I hold my anger as best as I can. I remind myself that Angelica’s a scared kid, she needs to feel safe. I understand why my tendency to be impulsive annoys her. Maybe she feels like she can’t count on me. That kinda hurts, if I’m honest.

It’s not really her fault, one day soon she’ll see she doesn’t need to play with our minds for us to stay with her and she’ll stop.

I’m officially upset though, so I go to the second floor to get my skates and have a little fun around the mall.

I make sure no one sees me. Technically, I’m not allowed to skate because I could worsen my wrist, but I think I’ll be fine. It’s a mall, nothing dangerous.

While I’m putting them on, back on the first floor, Maya walks up to me and throws a piece of paper.

“What’s this crap?”

“Glendale. I was looking at the map and I realized there’s this small corner at the limits of the city where no one goes cause it used to be the place where gangs lived but now is empty. There’s a mansion-”

“The mansion’s fucked. Josh used to live there, the giant pug ruined it”

“Of fucking course,” She rolls her eyes, “are you sure he’s telling the truth?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” I look up at her.

“Maybe he said that so you wouldn’t go there to steal his resources”

“Why would I even think of stealing his stuff? I have my own,” I reply, completely disinterested, “Listen just stop, okay? I’m not going.”

“You’re wasting your time here,” She kneels in front of me so she’s at my eye level, “so is Alex. When they get tired of you, they’ll kick you out with a dumb excuse and... and then you’ll be sorry you didn’t take my offer.”

I’m about to reply when I see a hint of fright in her eyes. Along with something I hadn’t seen before: desperation.

“It’s you who is sorry,” I finally understand why is she so obsessed with getting us back, “you didn’t leave the tribe to look for adventure, they kicked you out didn’t they?”

She stammers, stepping back from where I’m sitting.

“N-No! I got bored of their rules! That’s it!”

“You never learned to play by the rules, that’s true,” I half-smile, “but that’s what it’s like to be part of a tribe, Maya. You have to follow the rules and be a good team player”

“They never appreciated my skills!” She replies bitterly, “they threw me with the rest instead of having me in their front lines!”

“That’s because you are like the rest! Like me and Alex! The only ability you have is the ability to keep relationships for your convenience...”

“I don’t have anything to prove to you,” She snarls, “the main loser of our former group. Ha! Like you could do anything to get to me.”

“Very welI then, better keep my mouth shut,” I stand up with my skates tightly laced on my feet, “if you excuse me...”

I leave the store, I turn right on the hall and I see KJ on the other side, she’s using a different skateboard so I assume she already ran into Josh.

That’s not what gets my attention, what makes me stop is the set of headphones she’s using: No cords. I make my way towards her and touch her shoulder, signaling her to take off the headphones.

“Sorry, it’s just that I noticed your headphones and I wanted to ask you something...”

She replies in Chinese and I interrupt her.

“KJ, I know you can speak English I heard you talking with Burr on your first day of school”

She gives me a stern look and shakes her head. After I insist, she sighs heavily.

“What do you want, Y/N?”

I smile, happy of how I always noticed this kind of silly stuff back in school.

“Your headphones,” I say, “we have a problem with the music. Crumble can’t stand loud noises and neither can’t the Ghoulies outside the mall, so they’ll try to murder us if we blast the speakers. You know if there’s a way to connect a bunch of headphones to a single dispositive?”

“Maybe,” She tilts her head, deep in thought, “I can try to figure it out, later though, right now I’m skating”

“That’s okay,” I point to my skates, “cool if I join you?”

“Sure,” She looks at my wrist, “but no talking. I don’t want the guys blaming me in case you get hurt”

“I’m fine,” I roll my eyes, “let’s go”

I’m happy to see my skills are intact, I turn and jump without falling (my knee is much better now, thank you very much) I skate backwards and I don’t crash against anything. KJ is amused and is looking at me with a tiny smirk while she keeps on skating without showing off. Am I showing off? Yeah, a little. I really missed my skates and I’m proud of all the things I learned on my own.

After a while, I hear another set of wheels and when I look over to my right I see Josh. He tries to look upset because he caught me skating, but a smile makes its way out. He shakes his head and speaks up.

“Having fun?”

“I had missed this,” I nod, “it’s a crime to have these beauties collecting dust”

“It will also be a shame if you hurt yourself more and can’t go to the dance” He adds in what it tries to be an innocent tone.

“You say that like you’re not as dumb,” I reply, “between you and me, who has the most injuries inflicted by their own hand?”

“I... think that’s me,” He scoffs, “fine, I’ll leave you alone.”

I look at KJ and she’s trying to hide a smile, I wink in complicity and keep skating in silence.

Something funny happens, I start humming this really corny song I was obsessed with a few years ago. I have no idea why it comes back to me right at this moment, I assume it’s cause I used to hear it a lot whenever Alex took me on one of his skate rides.

It’s a good song and it’s a nice moment to introduce you to the soundtrack of my life. There you go.

Y/N from a year ago always thought that I would sing this to Alex on one of our dates, which is kind of ironic cause the song it’s pretty much about this dude in denial about loving someone who he knows is not the one but he’s so desperate to have, that ignores it all just to have her.

Music is funny like that. I never stopped liking this song, even after I realized what the lyrics said. Now I’m here, my mind is already giving the lyrics a new meaning. One that takes me to Josh.

So when I discretely move over to Josh’s side, I stretch my hand out to him with a teasing smile. I expect him to roll his eyes and push my hand away, instead, he holds it. It’s like someone turned up the sound inside my brain.

“Put your hand in mine You know that I want to be with you all the time You know that I won't stop until I make you mine You know that I won't stop until I make you mine Until I make you mine...”

I know, I know. This is so ridiculous that there’s no way it’s actually happening. Well, the part about the song isn’t. The music is not really playing, I added the song in my head. I hum without saying anything to Josh, I hold his hand and both of us have this dopey smile cause we know we look silly and someone could easily tease us if they see us holding hands and skating together. We do it anyway.

I don’t know why he does it but I do it because it’s stupid and cute and it makes me giggle like an idiot. It’s been a while since I felt this, so I decide to give in for a brief moment, I don’t have to look badass or cool all the time anyway.

‘What about Sam?’ You ask with tons of worry. Don’t get all stressed, I’m just fooling around, this doesn’t mean I’m making a move. I’m just enjoying our time together. Besides, Josh seems happy, if he were acting uncomfortable I would immediately retreat my hand and apologize.

I respect his decision and that means I only do the things he lets me do. You know, consent and stuff. If he needs more time to recover I’m willing to wait... Not that I’m waiting to make a move. Of course, I’m just saying that- I mean, if there’s ever a slight chance, I wouldn’t refuse- ugh, nevermind.

“...You need to know We'll take it slow I miss you so We'll take it slow...”

“Hey,” His grip on my hand tightens for a moment to get my attention, “what were you doing with KJ?”

“Oh,” I smile, remembering I have news for him, “fun story... I saw her when I was getting ready to skate and I noticed she had her headphones on...”

Josh looks over to her for a few seconds and jerks up, turning back at me with an excited smile.

“I thought of something”

“What?”

“Hold on,” He releases my hand and moves over to KJ’s side.

As soon as he’s over there, KJ moves slightly to the right and I look forward, noticing the janitor’s cart in the middle of the way.

“Shit,” I whisper, now also moving to KJ’s side to try to prevent the accident.

I’m too late. Josh is way ahead of me and he stops in the last second, crashing and falling.

“Josh!” I stop a few feet away, waiting for his reaction, “Dude, are you okay?”

“Ugh, yeah I’m fine,” He grunts.

“I’m dying to point out how you said I was going to be the one injuring herself when you just broke your own record of self-inflicted wounds but I’m truly worried about your state so I won’t say anything”

“Thank you for not mentioning that,” He pushes himself up and looks around, “fuck, that thing came out of nowhere”

“No, I’m pretty sure it was there before,” I offer a hand, he takes it with a grumpy expression, “cheer up! You were telling me about how you just realized something when I was telling you about KJ”

“What? Oh! Right,” Josh smirks, then he grabs his skateboard and adds, “you’ll find out soon enough”

“Oh darlin', darlin', baby, you're so very fine You know that I won't stop until I make you mine Until I make you...”

With that, he skates away and I decide to catch up with KJ. When I reach her I poke her arm and she takes off her headphones.

“Yes?”

“Can we start with the headphones now?”

She looks over to the watch on her wrist and nods.

“Let me change first, I’ll see you in the main hall.”

“See you,” I turn over to go back to the pharmacy.

I find a whole scene when I get there: Maya is going from one side to the other, fucking up all the work Alex and I made during the whole week. She’s pushing boxes and bottles, searching frantically for something.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask loudly.

“She’s looking for a knife,” Alex says, he’s at the counter with his arms crossed and looking like he’s dying to kick her face, “she thinks you took it”

“She was the last person I talked to, of course she has it,” She points to me, “Where is it?”

“I don’t have your knife,” I reply calmly, “I have my own weapon”

“A fucking hammer,” She states, “obviously is not as good”

“Fuck off,” I scoff.

“You fuck off,” She walks up to me, “first you tell me you don’t want to come, then you steal my stuff?”

“How are you so sure it was me? There’s like forty people in here”

I see Angelica curiously peeking through the entrance, I remember how she threatened to do something if Maya ever tried to fight me, so I try to finish the conversation before Angelica gets involved.

“You know what, I don’t have to prove anything to you,” I repeat her words, “I don’t have your knife. Period. Now-”

“Is this your knife?” I hear Angelica behind me.

I turn around to see her holding a purple pocket knife.

“How did you..?”

“You little rat!” Maya walks over to her and starts to pour her anger and frustration onto Angelica, “didn’t your parents teach you to ask before taking things from others?”

“Calm down,” Angelica frowns, “you sound like a fifty year-old virgin”

“Give it back!” Maya snatches the pocket knife from Angelica’s hand.

My friend hisses and I see her hug her hand tightly against her chest. It’s the first time I see that look, she’s scared.

I’ve had enough.

“Get out,” I say coldly.

“What?” Maya turns around, frowning.

“Get out of our mall.”

“You can’t-”

“You have no self-control and you use any excuse to insult people. You can scream at me as much as you want, but I won’t allow you to scream or touch Angelica like that ever again.”

I grab the backpack that I’m sure it’s hers and I extend it to her, waiting.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to just kick people out of the mall like it belongs to you?” She asks, refusing to take the backpack.

She’s being so loud that a few kids are staring now.

It comes to me as I stand there, in the middle of the pharmacy with two people that I care about deeply. To be honest, I feel a bit dumb about not realizing sooner.

“I’m the healer,” I reply, “you injured An’s hand. My duty is to make sure she won’t get hurt again so I make sure by kicking you out. How’s that for a contribution, huh?”

“That’s not what I’d meant...” She mumbles.

“Doesn’t matter,” I throw the backpack to her feet, “you have twenty minutes, take enough stuff so you can make it on your own for a while and go”

“You’re gonna let her do this?” She asks, this time looking over at Alex.

“You heard the boss,” Alex replies, indifferent, “good luck out there”

Maya gives me one last glare before turning on her heels and walking away in indignation. I let out a heavy sigh, I suspect that during that whole exchange I wasn’t breathing.

Angelica gets closer to me and I look down at her hand.

“Let’s fix that,” I point to her hand.

“That was really badass,” She replies, “I’m sorry I called you a coward, I hope you’re not angry about it”

“I’m not, you were sort of right about it. I am a coward when it comes to... you know, admitting my feelings”

I see how her eyes light up at my statement as we walk over to the counter.

“I’m right? You like-”

“Shhh!” I search for Alex and I find him leaning over some boxes, he’s not paying attention to our talk, “Yes, you are. Promise me you won’t say anything, not even to Wesley!”

“Why not?”

“If something happens I want it to be because he wants it, not because you two forced him into dating me, that’d be embarrassing for both of us, understand?”

“Fine,” She picks a box of bandaids and hands it to me, “but you should definitely go with him to the dance, I bet you’d have fun.”

“I can’t,” Before she starts to complain about how I don’t have the guts, I add: “I already told Alex I’d go with him.”

“What?” She frowns, “You said you didn’t like him!”

“I don’t! This was our way to say ‘hey, everything’s okay between us now, we’re friends again”

“When you fix things with a friend you give them something, like a gift,” She complains, “you don't cock-block them!”

“He’s doesn’t know!” I grumble, “Don’t worry, I don’t have to try anything right now, remember how he’s still sad about Sam?”

“About that... after you left he came to the store and I asked him stuff”

“About what?”

“Sam, KJ (and yes, he’s not into it, shut up) and... about you”

I try to keep my hands as steady as possible while I put the bandaid.

“And?”

“Since you’re so scandalized about making a move before a proper period of mourning, I’ll keep it to myself,” She smirks.

“Traitor,” I mumble, finishing my work and standing up, “get out of my pharmacy before I kick you out as well”

“As you wish, all-mighty Healer,” She teases, bowing before me.

I like how it sounds. Not the ‘all-mighty’ thing, but the last part.

Y/N L/N: The Healer.

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Hey, Have You Heard About This Coronavirus Thing? Crazy Shit, Right? (Ferret/Shower Cap)

History texts depicting this period will read like deranged Choose Your Adventure books written by sadists; no matter how frantically you flip backwards, you just can’t seem to find the page when you still had the option to vote for the really smart lady with the email server. Anyway, join me for a quick news round-up, it won’t take long, and when we’re done, I give you permission to run away to join a roving Thai monkey street gang.

(As always, find this post WITH nifty news links here: http://showercapblog.com/hey-have-you-heard-about-this-coronavirus-thing-crazy-shit-right/)

For those of you just waking up from a Rip Van Winkle nap, the United States is facing a massive, coast-to-coast, health crisis, whose tragic consequences have exploded exponentially because our Idiot Manchild President really believed, in that churning campground septic tank he calls a mind, that protecting his personal approval ratings by understating the problem was more important than the health and safety of the American public. I don’t know what you can call that but murder. On the one hand, it’s weird to say “wow, the President murdered a bunch Americans through boneheaded, unforgivably selfish, neglect,” but we already saw him get away with precisely that crime in Puerto Rico, so here we are.

Now, I have come to expect malice from the federal government under Hairplug Himmler, but sometimes their capacity for raw, senseless, evil still shocks me. This is my way of saying that, until they got fucking caught, the Department of, and Someone Should Slap the Word Out of Their Filthy Mouths, Justice attempted to remove CDC fliers offering potentially life-saving information regarding the coronavirus from...immigration courtrooms. My God. What a small but potent horror. Feels like the work of an ambitious intern in Stephen Miller’s office, doesn’t it? Trying to impress the boss? Just a sinister little trick, to spread a little more pain, a little more misery, a little more death in an already vulnerable, and whatta-coincidence-nonwhite, community? Fuck these awful, awful, people.

It seems President Liposuction Clinic Dumpster has been calling up leading Taliban terrorists on a secret U.S. kill-or-capture list, presumably to trade tips n’ tricks on how to undermine the USA at home and abroad. Now, negotiating with these murderous dirtbags is a big diplomacy no-no (and of course Donnie Dotard got rolled anyway) but in all honestly, if I had access to a secret kill list contact sheet, I’d probably give in to the temptation to make some prank calls. “Is your refrigerator running? Yeah? Are you sure it’s not a FLEET OF DRONES ABOVE YOU RIGHT NOW?”

For Jeff Sessions, the wages of sin turned out to be a faceful of Trump-branded fecal matter, as the Candycorn Skidmark, whose campaign Ol’ Beauregard embraced way back before fascism was cool in conservative circles, endorsed his opponent in the coming Alabama Senate runoff. How must it feel to have been the very fellow who flipped the switch on the Rube Goldberg/Mousetrap Board Game device that destroyed America, and to watch the machine work its destructive magic for years, only to realize it’s also got one special crotch punt in store for just you personally. I’d feel bad for Bilbo Bigot, if it he weren’t, y’know, one of the very worst people alive.

Alex Jones got arrested for drunk driving, and, upon his release, got right back to work selling...sigh...selling some bullshit toothpaste that he’s telling the rubes magically cures the coronavirus. Authorities are cracking down on Jones and fellow charlatan Jim Bakker over their odious snake oil peddling enterprises, but I don’t know what’s more shocking and disappointing to me, that there are such vile fuckwads in the world, who seek to profit off the fear of the misinformed during times of crisis, or that said fuckwads have so many blind, willing, disciples?

Speaking of fuckwads, Ron Johnson seems to have backed down, for now at any rate, from his quest to stage a show trial for Hunter Biden in the U.S Senate. And that’s awesome and all, but never forget how ready, how eager, RoJo has been, to corruptly manipulate the vast powers of the government for his democracy-stomping Turdlord’s political benefit. Ron is the kind of fellow you’d have found stamping documents outside trains bound for Dachau.

But yeah, I suppose the big story is still that coronavirus thing. Great choice on evolution’s part, the way symptoms don’t necessarily manifest right away, so we can spread that shit around without knowing we’re even infected. Anyway, I made sure to thoroughly disinfect tonight’s blog before posting, and medical professionals inform me that though the virus can linger on plastic and metal surfaces for as long as days, it cannot survive on a poo joke, so please rest easy, knowing you can safely consume this content in comfort. Unless you're reading it next to somebody with the coronavirus, but that's on you, kid.

The Shart Administration has actually slowed progress in this crucial fight, by classifying high-level coronavirus meetings, because they’re more worried about congressional oversight of their crimes n’ fuckups than they are about OUR LIVES, and y’know what, I do believe I’ll be voting Democrat this November.

And of course, many conservatives are more concerned with blaming the virus on the Chinese than preventing its spread; by gum, there’s no need to abandon yer principles, even when your ineptitude is getting countless folks sick and/or killed! “We may be a cabal of dangerously incompetent assclowns, but let none forget that we are also RACIST assclowns!”

With the stock market finally catching up to the rest of the world in noticing a pudding-brained twit had inexplicably been placed in charge of the most powerful nation in history, Pumpkin Spice Pol Pot oozed into the Oval Office for a prime time speech, and if his goal was “fuck up the entire world as much as humanly possible in ten short minutes,” then he succeeded beyond his wildest imaginings.

It was a speech that completely failed to reassure, instead reminding the world that this drooling manbaby, this bathtub drain hair clog in an ill-fitting suit, truly is President of the Entire United Fucking States, and not only is he light years out of his element but he’s probably spending most of his time practicing his “the world is ending, you have to go out with me now” phone call to Salma Hayek rather than pursuing desperately-needed solutions.

Despite being on teleprompter, with the text of the fucking speech right fucking in front of him, Dorito Mussolini somehow managed to catastrophically misrepresent his own administration’s policies, dropping one more cartoon anvil on the stock market’s already-throughly-bludgeoned ballsack. This is, of course, on top of nonsensical non-solutions like banning travel from Europe, when the virus had already had weeks to spread throughout the country thanks to presidential bungling and neglect.

For 73 years, this cretin has somehow never encountered a problem he couldn’t lie, buy, or bully his way out of, but COVID-19 doesn’t care how much money your daddy gave you, little man. And may I say, on behalf of the thousands who are about to become sick, fuck you. Fuck you eternally with a rusty shovel, for daring to take on such an important job without the skills, temperament, or character to execute its duties. Asshole.

In contrast, Smilin’ Joe Biden gave a speech of his own; calm, collected, solemn, and filled with concrete steps to address the problems facing the nation. And America collectively went, “Oh right, it’s actually highly abnormal to have a gibbering, rectum-mouthed, dolt for a President, and we can actually have a decent, competent, one again! Soon!” It was like leadership porn. I got aroused.

Meanwhile, our already-hopelessly-overmatched Golf Cheat in Chief is multitasking, lobbing missiles at Iran-backed militias in Iraq. I’m just hoping the buttons on his desk are clearly labeled, y’know? Or at least that there’s somebody hanging around who can tackle him before he bombs Seattle and launches 500 respirators at Tehran.

So, um, in the midst of this once-in-generation shitstorm, I guess Sarah Palin dressed up in a bear suit to perform “Baby Got Back” on a reality television program. I’m not a religious person, honestly, but I’m increasingly open to the idea that there is a God, and that s/he’s been on a meth bender since mid-2016.

Social distancing is the zany new anti-dance craze sweeping the nation as we all do our damndest to not get sick and die! As a result, public gatherings are getting called off left and right. March Madness, MLB, NBA, PGA, SXSW, Broadway...personally, I don’t think I fully appreciated the scope of this crisis until I saw the XFL shut down their season. Like, are we even America anymore without one billionaire’s sad attempt to reboot his once-failed vanity project?

As sensible organizations all over the world made painful but obviously necessary sacrifices to, y’know, slow the spread of a deadly disease and save lives, naturally the Velveeta Vulgarian was among the last holdouts, canceling his precious hate rallies only grudgingly, because the safety of even his own fervent base is secondary to the sugar rush of their rageful cheers, filling, if only for a moment, that empty space within him where most people have a soul.

Now more than ever, I am brimming over with gratitude that we took the House back in 2018. Thank god there’s a little leadership, a little accountability, a little common frickin’ sense in Washington now. And thank god for Katie Porter, one of the standouts in a freshman class packed with absolute ass-kickers, cornering the CDC chief into exercising his legal authority to make coronavirus testing free for every American. Imagine if Kevin McCarthy were running the House right now. He’d be fleeing from reporters, in mismatched loafers, trying to sell the public on a bill bailing out nothing but Trump University and Marm-a-Lago.

Well, the Emperor of Hemorrhoids finally buckled and declared (acknowledged) a state of emergency over the coronavirus, which is admittedly a pleasant change from his previous “do everything I possibly can to help the fucker spread” position. We’re still woefully behind, and god only knows how deeply the virus has penetrated while the doddering old bastard diddled and dawdled, but the good news is, the President of the United States finally moved his bloated ass out of the road so we can get to work cleaning up his mess, which is, I suppose, as close to an act of kindness as he’s come in his entire misspent, treacherous, life.

In the middle of today’s press conference, Vice President Mike Pants paused to give Boss Turdworm a rhetorical handjob seemingly designed to last through an entire 14-day quarantine. Jeeeeesus. Mikey Hairshirt was a man once. Not much of one, to be certain, but at least he didn’t have to worry about the possibility of bored schoolchildren pouring salt on him, which would of course prove swiftly fatal in his current state.

A reporter asked Government Cheese Goebbels, “Hey, if you’re not too busy fellating yourself over fucking up slightly less than you’ve been fucking up for weeks, why the fuck did you close down the pandemic office, you nation-wrecking clod?” and he whinged that the question was “nasty,” before reiterating his refusal to take responsibility for the things that are, objectively, his fault. I truly do not understand how this trembling coward’s approval rating isn’t 0%

So Nancy Pelosi spent the week trying to hammer out an emergency bill with Steve Mnuchin, but Republicans naturally balked at many necessary measures. It’s a tricky spot for the GOP; they can’t risk the mass-extermination of the underpaid labor/consumer force that keeps their donor class filthy rich, but doing anything to improve working folks’ lives is just instinctually anathematic to them. But at the time of posting, it does appear as though a deal has been reached, let’s hope no spray-tanned morons fuck it up, right?

In conclusion, I am sick of typing the word “coronavirus,” and you are sick of reading it, so let’s let’s all retreat to our quarantines for the weekend, okay? Enjoy the solitude! Read that novel you bought back in college! Watch that 425-minute Russian film set in a fish cannery! Hey, you can even peruse the archives at showercapblog.com if you feel like reliving just how the fuck it all came to this! Anyway, if you don’t hear from me for a bit, fear not, I’m turning production of this blog over to Jared Kushner, I’m sure he’ll figure it out.

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