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sageblogsthings · 3 years

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to celebrate The Crimson Moon reaching 30k as of this morning, i thought that i would share the progression of the opening lines of the book, and talk a bit about how the book has grown and changed in the last year! on july 27th it will be exactly a year since i first started writing this and wow i’m not getting emotional you are aha whaaaat

*cough* anywayyysss!!

draft one: please oh god don't judge me

ok i'm not going to talk negatively about my past writing because it got me to where i am today but. [marge i am looking away meme] if you can't tell, i wrote this when i was going through the existential crisis phase of uni and just wanted to live in the woods, i say like i would not currently move to the woods in a heartbeat asdklfja

at the time that i wrote this i was really happy with it because the writing was fun and, as a result, easy! at this point i was just writing in my down time from uni, and i didn't know what the plot was or what my plans were for the book as a whole. because this was just something i did in my down time, i think my writing took on more of a conversational, stream-of-consciousness tone, and that's part of what made this draft (or start of a draft, i only got like 12k in i think) so easy to write. but eventually, as the plot started to come together and i started to gain more inspiration from sff writers as a whole, i realized that this book wasn't heading in the direction i wanted it to. it wasn't just something to do in my free time at that point, it had taken on a life of it's own. and thus, draft two began.

draft two: electric boogaloo

ngl these lines still slap and i love them. there are definitely things i would change, but these lines will be in the current draft of the book, albeit not in the first chapter and altered slightly. when i started this draft, i didn't have an outline but i had a very clear, cinematic image of how i wanted this chapter to go. i think having that before i started writing helped a looooot, both in terms of prose and just being able to convey aspects of the setting/character in the first paragraph. as i continued writing this draft though, i realized that some of the character arcs didn't make sense or were getting a bit messy, and that, based on the story i wanted to tell, it didn't make sense to start with Xalia. while there are six main pov characters in this book, Vanna really is the main character and i wanted that to be clear.

draft three: this time it's personal actually good

these are the current first lines of the book, and honestly my favorite so far! starting off with Vanna rather than Xalia definitely gives the book a different feel, and it's one that's more true to the vision i have for it. in my opinion, this opening does a much better job of setting up some of the book's themes, which admittedly i'm still figuring out lol. grief and loss are major components of all the character arcs, and are integral to the plot itself. switching to present tense has also been a LIFE CHANGER for me. it's funny because, on the second stab at this book, i kept slipping into present tense, but forcing myself back to past tense because i thought present tense sounded weird. turns out it only sounded weird because it was surrounded by past tense, and now that i've written 3 chapters in present tense i can solidly say that this is the way the book was meant to be written. it just feels like my book now, and i'm so happy with where it's headed!

i also made an outline for this draft of the book, and while i've already deviated from it somewhat to work out plot holes or increase ~foreshadowing~ in certain scenes, getting all of the events out of my head and onto paper has really allowed me to just write because i know that i have a document to refer back to if i get stuck on where the story is headed. making the outline also really pushed me to think about character backstories, most of which i had previously established, but now they've changed a lot to fit together more cohesively and integrate with the plot more clearly. i've also changed a lot of the character designs, and as a result of changing the appearances and backstories of a lot of the characters, i feel a lot closer to them and the story itself. the characters have well and truly taken on a life of their own, and now i'm kind of just along for the ride, telling their stories and loving every second of it!

ALSO!! the last big change with this draft, which i just implemented literally this morning and am so so sooooo excited about, is having first person referral, present tense mini-chapters/interludes! it gives the book a really unique sound and ties into the plot really nicely i think! i feel like the structure and form of the story are finally tying into the story itself and it's driving me insane a little bit askdfjka

as of right now i'm not ready to reveal who the pov and referral characters are in these chapters, because i'm debating between a couple ways of doing things and if i go one way that would end up being a pretty big spoiler! that being said, i got really hyped up about it earlier today and rambled in the spoilers section of my server so if you do want that sweet sweet spoilers content....join my server! ;)

also. i hope u all know that i almost deleted that first snippet about ten different times but transparency in writing and all that, i really do want to show how much this book has grown and changed! even if it's going to cause me immense psychic damage to type up the image description for this but i digress

i think that's all for now, and thank you so so much if you read all of that! the love and support this project has received and continues to receive absolutely blow me away, and i can't thank you enough for being part of the journey! <3

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image descriptions below the cut

[header image description]

the background is a dark castle with a checkerboard-patterned marble floor. the hallway fades into black, with the hint of a figure standing in the doorway. white text across the image reads "The Crimson Moon" in a large, all-caps font, and below that reads "wip update post" in thin, lowercase text.

[image description for excerpt one]

I lay on my back, gazing up at the sky. The weather was absolutely perfect. I could hear the crickets singing, the birds chirping, the brook babbling, all that good poetic shit.

I came out here often, just to get away and pretend like I wasn't a part of the fuck-all society I lived in. How could humans be so ignorant? We live in a world with this, I gestured expansively in my mind at the field around me, how can we not see how beautiful it is? How perfect it is? How imperfect we are by comparison?

[image description for excerpt two]

Xalia strode down the marble halls, the soft leather of her shoes meeting each tile with a cacophony of echoes. This was not the first, second, hundredth time that she had walked these passageways, and yet the chill she felt when contained within their depths never seemed to subside. The looming corridors and billowing curtains always seemed to hide sinister whispers that breathed down her neck and pricked at the tips of her ears. Perhaps it was the High Council, with their unnerving masks and owlish eyes, seeming to know and perceive all — or perhaps it was the knowledge that every time she stalked back towards the exit, she would carry the weight of another’s life on her shoulders, a life that she had to take.

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Vanna’s mother always tells them that grief is a sharp, biting thing; something that latches its teeth around your stomach until you double over with the weight of it. But for Vanna, that’s not quite right. There isn’t something hidden and tucked away behind the confines of their gut because there isn’t anything there at all. As they walk towards the town well — a spell book in one hand and emptiness in the other — they think that their mother got it wrong trying to describe grief in terms of presence. Grief, to them, can only be absence. The absence of light, the absence of a smile, and the absence of a palm which had curled so perfectly into theirs.

#kit writes #arnora #atlastracking #writeblr #wip update #whoowee this sure got long #i'm just very in my feelings about this wip okay <3 #yknow those stories that grow up as you do?....yeah

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bopbopstyles · 4 years

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if u expanded on the cum in the mustache dream i think i would die

you ask and you shall receive. as always, i am here to please the people (but also myself bc whOoWeE this is hot). note: in this concept y/n and h are not in italy/france bc nobody should be travelling rn :)

You had grown used to the sight of Harry with a beard during quarantine. At first you were a bit unsure of your feelings, not being used to the feeling of his longer whiskers against your cheeks, but with time you discovered that the feeling sent shocks through your body. And obviously the minute Harry discovered how hot you found it, he decided he wouldn’t be shaving any time soon.

On a relaxed Wednesday night, you laid in bed, curled up reading a True Crime novel that your mom had sent you to read during quarantine. Harry was in the bathroom taking a bath and doing his nightly skincare routine, which rivaled yours in complexity. Your shared nighttime playlist played through the speaker in the bedroom, your body completely calm in an oversized shirt of Harry’s you were wearing to sleep.

You looked over at the clock. It was nearly eleven, and you wanted Harry to come into bed and cuddle with you. He’d spent nearly forty-five minutes in the bathroom, and while he definitely took his time, this was absurd. “H?” You turned off the playlist and put a bookmark in your book to hold your place. “Almost done?”

You waited for his reply, but got none. Unusual. So you got up, padding over to the closed bathroom door. He loved steaming up the room when he took hot baths, despite your annoyance. You were about to open the door when you heard a low buzz coming from inside the room.

He was fucking shaving.

That bastard.

“Harry, I swear to God if you are shaving--” You swung the door open, and found a fully naked Harry, clad in just a towel around his waist, staring at you in the mirror.

And in one hand, low and behold, was his electric razor. That sneaky, sneaky man. “Hi love,” he had the audacity to quip, keeping his eyes steady with you as he raised the razor back to his face.

Only then did your eyes actually fall to his mouth, to where his beard was. That was when you saw what he had done: he had shaved off most of the beard you had grown to adore, and left just a mustache on his upper lip. “Did you...shave off your beard...and leave just a mustache?”

“Mhm,” he murmured, unable to speak as he swiped the razor down his soapy skin.

You were leaning against the doorjamb, taking in the sight in front of you. Quite frankly, you weren’t quite sure how you felt about it. You had never seen Harry like this and it wasn’t bad, per se, just not at all what you were expecting. At first, it honestly reminded you of a 70s porno mustache, but the more you studied him the more you softened to the idea.

And began considering how it would feel against you.

You shifted, and closed the distance between yourself and your boyfriend, your hands moving around to his chest so you could tweak his nipples slightly. He stiffened in your hold at the feeling and you grinned cheekily, knowing how quickly it got him going. “Almost done?”

Harry nodded ever so slightly, and you leaned your chin on his shoulder, watching him finish up in the mirror. With a few more swipes of the razor, he flicked it off and set it on the counter. His face was all soapy and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it all off. So you did, grabbing a washcloth, wetting it, and motioning for him to turn.

He followed your directions immediately because let’s face it, he was wrapped around your finger. You brushed the cloth to his skin, the soap disintegrating under your touch and leaving his clean skin behind. “I kind of like it,” you said, and the corner of Harry’s lips turned up at that.

“Yeah? Was scared you’d hate it.”

“Then why’d you do it?”

He shrugged. “Always wanted to and I never have it this long. Thought if you hated it that much I could always just shave it all off and start over.”

You hummed at the prospect before wiping off the last bit of soap. You studied his new mustache and decided that it definitely had some interesting plus-sides. “I want to try one thing before I’m completely decided.”

Harry’s hands rested on your waist as you set down the cloth, rucking up his shirt on your body so that he could feel your bare skin. “And what’s that?”

You ran your forefinger down Harry’s chest, watching his skin prickle at your touch. “I’d like to feel it between my legs,” you murmured. “Against my pussy,” you added, words barely a whisper between you two.

The reaction from Harry’s body was immediate. His grip tightened on your hips, knuckles turning nearly white, a heavy groan falling from his lips. “Think I can do that,” he mumbled, words tripping over each other. He licked a tongue across his bottom lip and you watched in rapture, desire pooling in your center.

Harry pushed at his towel and in an instant was pulling your legs up and around his waist, carrying you to the bed. Your lips found his, desperate to know what the new mustache felt like against your face. It was a bit rough, since he hadn’t had time to moisturize, but you didn’t mind it. Liked knowing he’d leave a bit of irritation behind, something to remember him by in between kisses.

When he dropped you to the bed, you scooted back immediately and Harry followed you like a cat on the prowl. However, when he reached you, he flopped to the side, back hitting the duvet. His hands grabbed at your skin and then he said, “Come sit on my face, darlin’.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. Your legs swung over his chest, his hands fastening to your thighs, and helping you inch up his body until your center sat directly over his lips, just an inch or so between your lips and his. “Haven’t done this in a while,” you reminded him. You’d missed it too.

“Because I cum everytime I do and then I can’t be inside your sweet, sweet, pussy,” he replied, ending each sweet with an open mouthed kiss to your inner thigh.

You were squirming in his grasp, knees pressing against his temples in desperation for him to move. And when he did, you spat out a curse mixed with his name. “Fuck, Harry, fuck.”

He pulled you flush against him as he licked against your center, and that was when you finally felt his mustache against your skin. It brushed against your clit and you keened, head tipping back as he moved his tongue over you. Your hands were in his wet curls, holding his head to your center and without even thinking about it, you were moving your hips against his lips, unable to stop yourself.

You were chasing his mustache, the way it nudged at your skin and set it on fire. That combined with his tongue darting inside of you and curling had you a blubbering mess above him. “Harry, please, please, please...” You could do nothing but pant, mumble nonsense as he made pleasure roll through you like a storm.

Overwhelmed by his touch, your fingers pulled on his hair and he moaned--the combination of the vibrations against your skin and the roughness of his mustache left your spine arching. His hands left your thighs and move upwards, pushing up the shirt of his you wore in search of your breasts. You helped him, tugging at the fabric until it was on the ground, and Harry found what he was searching for, rolling and tweaking your nipples and leaving you moaning in response.

His mustache was going to be the death of you, you thought as he tilted his chin ever so slightly and it rubbed against your clit. It was almost simulating the brush of fingers, delicate, coming and going with no rhythm. It continued to surprise you and you were panting his name, telling him to Please don’t stop--fuck--don’t stop--yes--H--please.

You could feel the tension tightening in your belly, the way your legs started to shake on either side of his head. Your wetness was pooling, you knew, all over him. You didn’t know if you had been this wet in a while, the combination of his saliva on your skin and your own juices making a mess on him.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” You felt the vibrations of his words and heard them, despite the fact that your hips were flush to his face.

And fuck yes, you were going to cum. It was hurtling towards you like a freight train and each time his head tilted and his ‘stache brushed another fraction of your skin it was like a shock of lightening. Harry had always been good using his tongue, skilled beyond belief, so the feeling of his tongue licking in and out of you, lapping at you without abandon, combined with his mustache was a recipe for an orgasm like no other.

“Yes,” you moaned out for him, pulling hard on his hair when he sucked at your clit.

“Want it,” he said, words muffled but not intelligible, “give it to me, yeah? Want it all over my face. All over me, baby.”

That was all you needed. Your whole body shook in his grasp, back arching and falling, spine curving as you supported yourself ever so slightly on your knees. But mostly, your entire weight was balanced on Harry. He was holding you steady on his face and in his hands, and you were perfectly happy to never move. The crest of your orgasm had you coming harder than you had in the past few days, the feeling leaving you unable to even think.

And then he turned his head from side to side, just slightly, and your sensitivity mixed with his whiskers directly moving across your clit had you buckling, body convulsing above him.

You heaved a breath and slipped your hands from his hair to the bed. Pushing your weight into your hands, you were able to clamor off of him, moving down so your center sat on his hips, not his face. And what you encountered there was just as you expected.

“You came too,” you said in an exhale.

“Course I did.” And then your eyes lifted from the ropes of cum on his stomach to his face. His lips were glistening, set in a wide, fucked out smile as he looked at you. But your gaze was caught specifically on the slick in his mustache, and you realized he had your cum in his ‘stache.

“You’ve got my cum in your mustache.”

What he did next had you breathless. His tongue darted out and ran across his mustache, collecting your juices and then slipping his tongue back into his mouth. You watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Tastes delicious.”

You pressed your lips to his and you collected the rest of your cum when you licked your tongue into his mouth, his hands gripping your hips as you kissed him. You could taste yourself on his tongue, smell yourself as you kissed him, remnants of your juices still on his mustache. And you fucking loved it.

“So,” he said when you pulled away, hovering above him, eyes on his. “What do you say? Like the ‘stache?”

“Hate you,” you mumbled and Harry let out a laugh before caging you in his arms and holding you close, just as you had wanted all night.

literally send me straight to fucking hell

#concept night #this is straight smut and i love it all #anon #answered

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javistg · 4 years

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Javis reads The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes.

Comments, and spoilers, under the cut.

Aks, replies and discussion are always welcome!

For previous chapters, click HERE.

Coriolanus’s fingers closed around a two-by-four, and he brought it up, catching Bobbin in the temple hard, sending him to his knees. And then he was on his feet, using the board like a club, bringing it down again and again without being sure where it made contact.

As it turns out, Lucy Gray and Peeta were right, sometimes there’s no choice but to kill whoever’s in front of you.

Snow kills Bobbin in self-defence, there’s no doubt about it. I wonder how this will affect him, though. Will he lose sleep over the life he ended, or will he justify his actions and walk away without looking back?

The guards dumped him immediately to retrieve Sejanus, who gave a sharp cry as Tanner’s knife cut open the back of his calf before he slid out of range.

Well, luckily for Sejanus, the medical team didn’t take long to get there. He didn’t have to wait for hours and end up losing his leg.

“One thing we do know is that we’ve got something to celebrate!” Confetti fell from the ceiling, and Lucky blew madly away on a plastic horn. “Because we’ve just hit the halfway mark! That’s right, twelve tributes down, and only twelve to go!” A string of brightly coloured handkerchiefs shot out of his hand. He swung it around his head, dancing and cheering. “Whoowee!”

I don't know if I’m supposed to feel offended by his antics or if I can just feel sorry for him. Everything he does is so inappropriate! One thing is certain, though, Lucky Templesmith is no slacker, No, sir, he’s truly giving this all he’s got.

“[...] I feel like there might have been foul play!” / The reporter sounded genuinely puzzled. “What would qualify as foul play, exactly? I mean, in the arena?” / “Well, I don’t know exactly,” steamed Juno [...]

The truth is that there isn’t a rulebook when it comes to the Hunger Games, obviously not that early on when they’re still trying to figure so many things out, but not after either.

When the rule change is announced during the 74th Game, Katniss is astonished. [...] we don’t really have any rules to speak of except don’t step off your circle for sixty seconds and the unspoken rule of not eating one another.

Not eating one another. She says the people in the Capitol didn’t like watching that, but now I’m thinking. Was it the people who complained, or was it President Snow? We certainly know how he feels about cannibalism at this point.

Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.

Yes, out of all the horrors he’s experienced, cannibalism is were Snow invariably draws a line.

#TBOSAS #Javis reads #TBOSAS masterlist #chapter 16

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hometown-kids-blog · 6 years

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Sleepless - Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak (CH. 3)

Chapter: 3/?

Word Count: 2218

Pairings: Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak

Characters: Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Red

Warnings: bit of Angst, mention of blood

Chapter Summary: A storm blows over South Park and the two boys take cover in a pet shop owned by a familiar face.

AN: whoowee I'd love to write more for this chapter but it already got to 2000 words and it’s getting late. I still got school so I need to get some sleep haha.

Stripe #4 || Chapter 3

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It was another cold day in South Park. The winds were picking up and soon enough some hard snowfall will come. Yet, I still sat outside in the front of the school waiting for him.

I stared back through the gates of the high school as I see the blond boy run out towards my direction. "F-fuck dude, It's freezing out here. I told you could come in with me!"

I shake my head and stand up straight as I was leaning against the frigid metal gates.

"It's fine, I fucking hate the lit/comp teacher here."

"That's fair." He kept silent as he followed beside me on our way out of campus. Although, I'd admit that he was hugging his arms and inching closer to me. I paid no attention to it until something caught me off guard.

"Dude, why aren't you wearing a jacket?" I piped up looking at his pale arms filled with goosebumps. "I don't know?! It didn't feel too cold this morning!" I scoffed and shook my head, "Don't you read the weather before you leave?"

"What, no?? Anyway, who the hell reads the forecast, especially when you're in high school!"

"Touché, Tweek. Touché." I sniffle a bit before taking off my jacket and shaking it off from my hands. "Here." After a long pause and him not taking it, I bring back to my side and look at him.

He was looking down at the ground. "I don't need it." He mumbled. "Jesus, don't get all fucking protective for no reason. I'm offering you my jacket, not a punch in the stomach."

He didn't reply or anything and looked offended for some reason just because of a simple kind gesture. "Fine. Freeze your ass, I don't fucking care." I tie my jacket around my waist and continue to walk in front of him.

Not one sound came from the both of us, you could say it was so quiet that you could hear the specks of snow fall onto the ground. I occasionally looked back to see if he would still be following me and to my surprise he was.

His movement was very frantic and his mouth moved with no sound, almost as if he was trying to talk something out. I dismissed it and began to slow my pace to see if he'd catch up but to my dismay, he mocked my move and went slower as well.

At this point, he was making me pissed off and I stopped right in my tracks. "Why are you mad at me? What did I do?" He stared back at me with hands cupped up to his face.

"Nothing!" He said it through a voice crack.

I bit my lip and furrowed my brows. "Really, because it doesn't really feel like it's nothing, Tweek." He twisted around and growled in frustration.

The snow was starting to fall faster like my anger.

"Look, I'm trying to help but I can't help when you. can't. tell. me. why. you're so upset?"

"Craig the snow is falling faster..."

I gave a confused and rather angered look towards his way. He stared back at me with about the same mix of confusion, anger, and sadness. Or rather was it fear?

Shaking my head, I palm my face with my right hand and walk towards his direction. He flinched as a grabbed his wrist and nudge him in my way. "There's a pet shop close by. We can hang out there until the storm blows by."

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Opening up the doors to the shop, the chimes ring and a high-pitched voice welcomes us in.

"It's me, Red," I yell back and merely seconds later she comes out from the back, taking off gloves. "Oh shit, hey Craig. What's going on?"

I see Tweek wander off obviously because feeling a bit out of place in the conversation so I make my way to Red and continuing the small talk. "It's okay. There's a storm outside so waiting for it to past by."

She stares out the windows behind me and nods in agreement. "DIdn't even know it was going to snow hard today."

"Does no one seriously check the fucking weather?" I say with confusion which I get a laugh back from Red.

"No dude, we're teenagers. I don't get time to check shitty news and, oowh weatherrrr." She pushes me in a teasing way and walks into the back again, probably to continue doing work.

"So, how's your dad?"

"Pft, how's your dad?" I say walking around with hands shoved into pockets and looking at all the rather boring animals.

"Working at the bar, like usual."

"Then, that's probably where my dad is," I reply back in a jokingly way.

I gazed at the ferrets from above with a straight face. These things were too hyperactive and always smelling like shit. Not to mention they're always biting and crawling into dangerous places. I bore into the cage and with a shift of my glance, I saw the reflection of my accompanied blond.

I hold down a smile as I admire his serenity but astonished stance as he looked at the cage of white rabbits. "Hey, Craig. Get over here and lend a hand." I sighed and stroll over to the other side of the store where Red stood hands crossed with a cup of nibble food. "This lil' shit won't eat his food and he's already bit me two times today." I look at her strangely and at what seems to be the empty tank. "Okay, and why should I care?"

She rolls her eyes and shoves the cup into my hands. "Just feed him, you know these animals more than I do. He's underneath the log."

I glare into her eyes once more with confusion before taking the situation into my own hands. I lift the log up slow and quick movement of a guinea pig shifts around the tank. "Hey, hey slow down!" I reach in and try and grab the fucker and succeed but only to drop it back when it bites the intersection of my thumb and pointer finger.

I curse under my breath as the startled moment ends up making me drop the cup of food.

I could see Red stifling her laughter and I glare back at her in response. Grumbling, I pick up a handful of the food and try again.

This time a got a bit less forceful, holding the food in my palm and placing flat on the ground of the tank. I paid all my attention to the guinea pig in the corner and when I did glance over to my side I could see Red looking into the other direction talking to who I presume was Tweek.

"So, you're Tweek, huh?"

"Y-yeah."

"You've befriended quite the douche."

I snort and slash back, "I heard that."

Laughing she says, "Good, I wasn't sure if I was loud enough." Tweek nervously laughs at the banter, "He not that bad, I guess."

"He really isn't, he probably the first most patient boy I've met here in South Park."

"R-really?"

"Really. Like I said, he's an asswipe sometimes, but he actually listens to you. You get many boys like that here in South Park."

"Should I leave?" I say as a joke.

"See? He really listens, and no you're obviously too interested in befriending the stupid rat."

I blink a couple times before actually paying attention to the cage where, to my disbelief, the guinea pig was already chowing down the food in my hand. I hear the small 'wow' from the boy behind me and my face falters to a smile at my accomplishment.

Placing my other hand slowly into the cage, I cup the small rodent in my hand and only feeling safe with it when it's leaning onto my shirt.

"Sweet."

"Oh shit. Craig you hand!" I look over to the now worried Tweek and then raising my hand that had blood already trickling down from the place it was bitten.

"Ooh shit, he did a number on you, brotha. Hold on, I've got an aid kit in the back," and Red fled once again into the back leaving me with a sort of bloodied hand, a bastard guinea pig, and a panicking kid.

"Does it sting??"

"Kinda."

"Man, how are you calm? You've got red juice all over your hand!"

I scrunch up my face, "Okay first, red juice? Second, it's not that bad, Tweek"

Out of words to say, Tweek just nervously sputter grunts and growls trying to avoid eye contact. I didn't care much of it and continued to look down at the guinea pig and scratching its head.

In many ways, it reminded me of him. At first uncomfortable in the forced situation and unwilling to talk about things at that time but you give him time and you acknowledgment he slowly falls into your arms. He begins to trust you, but one slip up and he back to that frantic state.

Maybe, I need to just talk with him.

"Tweek," He turns his gaze my way and I acknowledge him in return. "You wanna talk?" He at first looks confused but being a bit of a different state of mind he nods in reply. "Okay," I sit down on the ground and scoot the food from the cup away and pat in front of me. "sit right here."

He willingly does and I almost feel dominant but then remember this isn't about being the powerful one in the group, this was something different when he was here.

I noticed him still tugging at his sleeves which, in some cases, means he had something to say but didn't want to say anything. I followed his gaze which was, undoubtfully, on my still bleeding hand.

I shuffle where I sit and cover my hand with my jacket so I can cleanly cup the rodent in my hand. "Do you want to hold him?"

"Errr... I don't really like h-holding animals.."

"Just for a bit, so I can clear up the blood."

I keep the guinea pig in the middle of the two of us waiting for him to grab it. With a bit of concern on his face, he lifts his arms weakly and holds his hands out. I lightly plop the animal into his arm and then guide Tweek's arm to his chest. "Hold him like that." He shook his head violently not daring to keep his eyes off it.

I took this time to look around for anything to clean my hand before resorting using my jacket.

"Hey, Red! What's the holdup?" I started out into the store. There was no reply until she comes storming in with her phone pressed against her shoulder and ear. She plops the case with the red cross onto my lap and presses her finger to her lips.

'It's my boss.' I saw her lips speak. I rolled my eyes and she replied with a 'kind' gesture of her hand before walking back.

Looking back to who I was more interested in, there was not much change. He was still staring intensely at the pet and was shaking a little too which freaked the pet a bit too as I could see.

"You can pet him y'know." I said as I took some disinfect wipes out from the white box.

"Huh?"

"He likes small scratches on the head. Like," I lean over and showed a representation of what I meant as he observed. "Like that." He gave a warm smile and followed what I did. I grinned under my nose and continued to clean up the bite.

In the corner of my eyes, I could see him look back up at me. "Do y-you want to name him?"

Raising my eyebrows I look back up at him. "I'm not good with names." I earned a chuckle and he shook his head, "Well, what would you l-like to name him?"

"Knowing me, probably..."

"Stripe number four."

"I think it's a good name." He said with that warm smile. In reply, "I'd like to think so."

"W-well it is! It has a meaning; a backstory to it."

After placing a band-aid on the bite and closing up the box I look back up at him once more, this time with a small smile. "Thanks."

I push the box aside and drag myself closer to the blond. "Do you want Stripe?" He considered but I denied shaking my hand. "He looks comfortable with you." He grins with his eyebrows raised, "Really?"

"Really."

He chuckles and looks back down and strokes through Stripe's fur slowly.

"Do you.. want to talk about what happened, when we were walking here?" I felt a bit compelled to bring up the topic but I wanted to know what was exactly wrong or it'll hold like a grudge.

Either way, he wasn't giving up and fell silent as he kept his full focus on Stripe instead of the question at hand. I sigh knowing my defeat and lean backward.

I felt a bit demoralized that perhaps he wasn't talking because he was still upset about something. That I hurt him somehow.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine."

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