#Tonya Couch

[lunchboxpoems]

spring

after Louise Gluck

it’s late now, it’s early, no way to know which season it is of the total years of my life, weren’t we only just nineteen, tonya & i, wasn’t she only just alive, long-limbed & cross-legged on my dorm room floor, wasn’t it springtime of a year so unlike this one, thirteen years past, cool nights in line outside the nuyorican hoping to make it on the list, wasn’t it a friday night like this one & the only people i wanted to love were poets, earrings swaying against their necks, dancing in the dark of the room where we all knew each other’s secrets, weren’t we all just at that party, wasn’t i only just eighteen, pointed northward on a chinatown bus to that city, to watch ai elo onstage at the apollo, wasn’t she only just alive, smoking with camonghne, asking me my favorite song, cackling on the apartment floor, on the air mattress we used as a couch, how is it that it was long ago, how is it i am on the other side of it, long ago, how did i leave that city, that time when we were all together, everyone alive, wasn’t the dream to be a poet, wasn’t the plan to live forever, our powers newly acquired, newly in love with what we could do, didn’t we all belong to each other, to that work, going after to the pizza shop to recite what we’d memorized, weren’t we all just there, wasn’t it warm outside, wasn’t the road long & clear, isn’t it early still, isn’t it late, & why am i still here, did i survive or was i left behind, & what season is it that we are no longer together & some of us have gone?

SOFIA ELHILLO

[greenflamedwriter]

Ice skating Au: My scum Coach hates his student!

Okay I was inspired as I saw a post on instagram with the photos yuzuru hanyu and thought oh a Binghe male figure skater au

So the story is similair to Disneys Ice princess kinda: Binghe takes an interest in skating his mother took him to the public ones whenever she could but when they were tight on money, both were lucky to ice skate on their local pond-

BUT with her weak immune system she died of hypothermia and Binghe was in the foster care system. And he worked part time at the local ice rink. And he knows the main Figure skaters at his school, Ming fan [he's good but not great and he'll have to rely on pure talent than other factors since he has a bland personality] Ning Yingying, and Gongyi Xiao. And their Coach?

Shen Qingqiu. So he's basically Tina from the disney movie who gives Binghe new skates just before a performance, he knows Binghe can only pay for the lessons with the money from working at the ice rink so he purposfully buts on practice or important shows when Binghe is on shift.

A complete scum bag!

But Shen Qingqiu was a renowned ice skater, but [also based on margo robbies tonya which I suspect tina was the reference] even though he had talent the people he worked with ended up ruining his dreams by threating the other skates, Liu Qingge was his rival and hated him and Shen Qingqiu can't even speak to Yue Qingyuan as it was his fault that Shen Qingqiu was blacklisted and was then banned from participating and unable to skate competitively or in a proffesional setting.

At least he can still skate for himself, but he still resents Yue Qingyuan for what he did.

And when people STILL bring up his past, curse him out OR if any type of disruption happens they blame Qingqiu [if another skaters hairdryer stops working or their outfits have a tear] they think it's him sabotaging so HIS students can win.

Being labelled as the scum of the skating world when he had done nothing wrong and was actually a victim of a shitty couch himself [Wu Yanzi] he finally snapped when he saw Luo Binghe on the ice for fun and saw he was not only good, but how he treated the ice and danced like it was second nature. Like he was made for it.

Burning with jealousy, and trying to make Gongyi Xiao go for gold, he tried everything to stop Luo Binghe from practising.

Then suddenly Shen Yuan the avid reader of "My scumbag of a couch!" Is panicking that he suddenly has four skaters to go on the ice for the compition and he planned on sabotaging Binghe ON the floor- it was a wardrobe malfunction.

Once the skaters went out to get food, Shen Yuan disposed of ALL the skaters outfits and told them some idiot cleaner took the bag to the trash without even asking! How unproffesional! Luo Binghe stared in suspicion, until Shen Yuan bought all of them new leotards before the show began.

Honestly he didn't know WHAT Shen Qingqiu was thinking, only Gongyi Xiao had a good outfit in that dump.

So he dressed Binghe in black and red and saw with pride how Binghe succeded and even WON the tournament.

Luo Binghe looked so confused at Shen Qingqius proud smile before he fixed it back to his cold neutral stare.

THEN Shen Yuan finds out the old palace master was THREATENING HIM, that he only had Gongyi Xiao to make him look good and his his adopted son doesn't win, then the old man would leak footage of Shen Qingqiu was skating competively for a job [he was desperate] and in violation of his court order and would permanently be BANNED from the ice, even at the ice rink and lose his job if he doesn't get rid of Binghe and make Gongyi Xiao his main cadidate to win gold and get him to the olympics.

Blackmailed! Why wasn't this in the story! It was so good! holy shit-

Even so, this was when Shen Qingqiu decided to loan Binghe brand new ice skates that ripped the skin of his feet during his next contest.

Even so, he had to get rid of the old man...hmmm.

Well he could ask Yue Qingyuan, he was the reason why Shen Qingqiu was IN this mess in the first place may as will make him fix it.

Then Shen Qingqiu [after Binghe wins and Gongyi Xiaos father mysteriously disapears] ends up having to choereograph the new dances for both Gongyi and Binghe as they both tied and were selected to compete against each other.

Luo Binghe was awful at making his own dances so Shen Qingqiu had to help him one on one.

This is where the switch happened and the story ends up like Yuri on ice.

[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Pt. 9

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! 

Word Count: 2595

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Sleep? What is that? Y/N wasn’t even sure anymore. Mostly because every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was Beau’s way to the adorable, kicked puppy face he’d been making ever since she showed up at the hospital to collect him. When she opened them, well, son of a bitch if he wasn’t just beyond the threshold of the door of her bedroom, lying on the couch. It did no good to close the door either, because she knew that he was still there, just beyond the door. Long, seven-hour sleep battle story later, well, let’s just say she didn’t sleep and stop being dramatic about it. 

Beau, if he was awake, he didn’t move around much or sit up at all during the night while she had the door open, so she assumed that he’d slept just fine, which pissed her off even more if she was being honest. Because she was grumpy when she didn’t get any sleep, and the fact that she was already pretty pissed at the handsome Alpha did not help her mood at all, even after she’d gotten out of bed for the hundredth time that night at two in the morning, and slammed to door shut so that she wouldn't’ have to see him lying there anymore. 

The shower she’d taken had done little to relieve the tense feeling in her chest either that morning before she dressed herself to get ready for work. Not that Tonya and Donno required a uniform or anything, still, she liked to at least show up for work looking presentable. Which usually meant a morning shower to help wake herself up, and then a light coating of makeup and at least fixing her hair somewhat for the day. But today, her mind was too stuck on the Alpha laying on her couch with the blanket wrapped up to his throat, which sent her anxiety through the ceiling, which made her not really care so much about what she looked like today, and in a continual, spiraling effect, caused her to forgo the makeup, and just throw her hair into a messy bun. 

She knew that really, she probably shouldn’t even go to work today, but going to work was a better option than being stuck in the house with an Alpha that offered her a Plan B pill at the thought of having his pups, so there’s that. 

Y/N took one last, disgusted look, at her reflection, shaking her head at the state of herself, but not in the mood to do anything about it, and ripped the bathroom door open to go and find whatever she did with her comfortable shoes for work. 

Normally, Y/N would just eat breakfast at the diner, because Donno usually cooked enough to feed an army in the morning, and Tonya and herself ate for free, but as she placed her empty coffee mug in the sink, the Omega in her whined loudly at the injured Alpha that was still laying on the couch, wrapped up in his throw blanket that was to small for him, and made his soak clad feet stick out.

He really was a pathetic sight if she did say so herself, and honestly, as angry and as hurt as she was by him, she couldn’t continuously leave the house without at least checking on the man to make sure he didn’t need anything before she left, even though the more human side of her was content to let him lay there miserable as she was and starve. She could be petty apparently, and that’s something she hadn’t realized about herself. 

With a deep, annoyed sigh, Y/N made her way over to where Beau was laying, carefully sniffing the air as she approached to make sure that he wasn’t in rut, because she could see the sweat causing his soft hair to stick to his forehead slightly, but she didn’t scent any rut in his warm, coffee, pine, and sandalwood scent. The very scent she hated to admit still made her shiver slightly, but she’d deal with that later. 

Concern creased her forehead as she knelt down in front of him, placing the back of her hand against his clammy skin to discover he did indeed have a fever. 

Beau grunted, but never opened his eyes as he shifted slightly on the sofa, turning his head away from her to face the back of the couch. Of course he would be off put by her touch, how stupid of her to think that he’d actually WANT her to take care of him. It wasn't like after their confrontation yesterday when they got there they’d had a giant, love filled, conversation with forgiveness, and heartfelt shit. Honestly, neither had said two damn words to one another again. She stayed locked in her room with a book, doing her best to ignore him, and he laid himself down on the couch with the phone, ignoring her. 

She quite honestly didn’t know what to do. He had a fever, but he didn’t smell like rut, so he wasn’t IN rut. He really didn’t want her to be his mate, he was just stuck there. He’d said he was going to try to contact his ex-wife, and as much as that fucking hurt, it was probably for the best, but here he was, and she hadn’t come to collect him. The fever could mean that he was about to go into a very bad rut, and then what? 

She was just about to say, ‘fuck it’, and leave him there to go to work when Beau jumped slightly, his eyes shooting open, and looking around widely until he registered where he was. She hurried back in surprise, and watched in silence as he grimaced and shivered before laying back down on the couch where he’d been. 

“You scared me,” he admitted, but said nothing as he sank deeper into his small throw blanket, shivering like he had a chill. He didn’t even bother reopening his eyes again. 

She stood there, eyes glued to him, jaw set tight, and in such inner turmoil that there were no real words to even describe what she was feeling. On one hand, the petty, mean side of her wanted to jerk the blank off of him, and throw it across the room before she left to go to work, just to make him have to get up and collect it, but the Omega inside of her was worried about him, and wouldn’t let her move one way or another. So she just stood there in a weird state of, help him, or leave him there. 

“I’ve got to go to work,” she announced after a while, and Beau cracked an eye at, laying there looking much like a wounded, disheveled lion that was NOT in the mood for anyone’s shit. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need any food or anything before I left.”

“‘M not hungry,” he murmured, “don’t feel all that great, just wanna sleep.”

He shivered harder, and Y/N instinctively knelt beside him again, causing his eyes to shoot open, but this time he didn’t flinch away when she reached to touch his forehead again, he felt even hotter than he had a moment ago, and that’s when the petty side of her shut up, and the worried Omega took over; whether she like it or not. 

“You’re burning up,” she mumbled out loud. “Do you feel like you’re going into rut?” 

Beau furrowed his brows in concentration for a moment, clearly trying to make his fever soaked brain register with the rest of his body. 

“No, no I don’t think I am, it doesn’t feel like it anyway,” he answered after a moment before grabbing the back of the couch with his good arm, and forcing himself to sit up, and Y/N backed up immediately to give the Alpha his space. If he wasn’t going into rut, that means something isn’t right. It sent her anxiety through the roof in a way she didn’t expect. She couldn’t understand why the hell she cared so fucking much?! It wasn’t like this changed the fact that he didn’t want her. 

“Fuck my head is killing me,” he admitted, reaching up to press the heal of his palm against his temple. 

“Well you’ve got to be running a fever for a reason, are you sure you’re not going into ru–”

“I’M FUCKING SURE I’M NOT IN RUT GODDAMMIT!” He suddenly yelled at her, and she jumped almost the length of the living room at his unexpected irruption. She had never heard the full use of his Alpha voice before, and it was terrifying. Tears immediately started to sting at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She refused to give him the satisfaction. 

“I’m sorry,” he corrected quickly, clearly surprised in his own outburst. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I really didn’t. It just came out. My head and shoulder are killing me, and I know that’s not an excuse at all, but it just… I’m sorry, it really did come from nowhere. I promise I’m not in rut, and I don’t feel like I’m going into it either. I just feel like utter shit.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, debating. The Omega inside of her still wanted to help the Alpha, even if he was rude and snappy. She wanted to just leave him there if he was going to act like that. This was her house and her rules after all. Still, she knew that if she left and for some reason, something happened to him, and she left knowing he was feeling bad when she’d left him, she knew that the guilt would eat her alive. Fuck her life honestly. 

“Well, it’s not your rut, then let me look at your shoulder, then see about getting something in your system to get the fever down,” she offered, taking a test step closer to him. 

“I thought you had to go to work,” he said, and she stilled in her steps. “You don’t have to take care of me Y/N, I know you really don’t want to take care of me anyway. I can get my own meds.”

“Would you stop being stubborn and just let me look under those bandages,” she stated flatly, refusing to back down. She wasn’t going to let him guilt her, or scar her. Not this time. 

Beau sighed and shook his head as he looked down at his lap. “Whatever you think you need to do, darlin.”

Y/N’s nostrils flared, and anger boiled in her system. She was just trying to help the stubborn Alpha, and she felt like he could care less! It was insulting and annoying all at the same time. Still, she didn’t want the sheriff to die on her couch, and then the Alpha he worked with breathing down her neck along with his daughter. So she moved over to him, and started to take the sling from his shoulder, which caused him to yelp in pain and grab her waist with his good arm. 

She froze at his touch, memories that shouldn’t be flooding her mind swarmed in front of her and she had to bat them away quickly.

“Have you taken any of your pain meds during the night?” she questioned as she slowed her movements to not jostle him more than she needed too as she worked to slowly remove the bandages. 

“Yeah, every six hours, but it stopped working so well at about four this morning,” he admitted through gritted teeth as she slowly pulled the last of the bandages away, revealing the angry, red wound where the bullet had entered his shoulder. 

“Maybe we should take you to get this looked at again,” she admitted. “I think it looks infected.”

“Fuck me,” he growled throwing his head back against the couch as his phone chimed loudly next to the pair of them, and he reached for it without thinking, causing Y/N to back away from him. It was almost as if he didn’t care how close she was, or that she was trying to help him, he did what he felt like doing, even though it was rude and mean and it just made her that much more irritated with him. 

“It’s my daughter,” he revealed. “She’s worried about me. Carla told me last night that I couldn’t stay with her, that she would not have an Alpha that was close to his rut around her daughter. Nevermind the fact that it’s my own goddamn kid and I’d never hurt a hair on her head.” 

Y/N tried to swallow down the emotions that arose in her at his little revelation, but she wasn’t able to hide it off of her face apparently, because Beau cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, his emerald orbs staring at her, almost searching. 

“I’m sorry that you’re stuck with me, I really did try to leave with her, but she wouldn’t have me. This was never my intention. If I would have just listened to Jenny and not walked up to that fucking truck I would have not gotten shot, and you could have moved on with your life, and not been stuck with me here.”

“What were your intentions then Beau?” Y/N questioned as she stood up after helping him back into his sling. He was shivering so hard his teeth were practically rattling in his skull, but Y/N didn’t much care at the moment, because honestly, the fact that he actually called his ex-wife to try and get her to come and save him from her, that fucking hurt bad. “Were your intentions to just use me, and then send me on my way? Didn’t like what you saw once I really got in there with you? Hmmm? Maybe you just wanted a rut bunny, and one just happened to be stupid enough to show up at your door? That it?” 

The questions tumbled out of her in haste of heated anger, and all Beau could do was sit there, his arm in a sling, sweat dampened hair, hollow looking gaze, and mouth slightly open as he tried to process what she’d just said to him. 

“I… No, I never meant to—”

“You know what Beau, it doesn’t matter, it's done, and you’re here, whether you want to be or whether I want you to be or not. So get some fucking clothes on, and we will go see why that fucking wound is infected.”

Y/N stood harshly, marching towards the kitchen. Not that she was hungry at all, she just wanted to get some distance between them. Being that close to his scent, it was hard to stay angry with him when she was that close to him, and dammit, she wanted to be mad for a while. 

“I need help with a shirt—”

“Figure it out,” she shot back at him over her shoulder as she grabbed her keys off the key ring. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”

If she lived through this, really lived through it, this would be the last time she ever helped an Alpha with anything. Trust was something in her that he’d absolutely broken and stepped on. So was the notion that love existed at all, because if she ever loved anyone, she stupidly though it would have been Beau.

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[violettesiren]

After Louise Glück

it’s late now, it’s early, no way to know which season it is of the total years of my life, weren’t we only just nineteen, tonya & i, wasn’t she only just alive, long-limbed & cross-legged on my dorm room floor, wasn’t it springtime of a year so unlike this one, thirteen years past, cool nights in line outside the nuyorican hoping to make it on the list, wasn’t it a friday night like this one & the only people i wanted to love were poets, earrings swaying against their necks, dancing in the dark of the room where we all knew each other’s secrets, weren’t we all just at that party, wasn’t i only just eighteen, pointed northward on a chinatown bus to that city, to watch ai elo onstage at the apollo, wasn’t she only just alive, smoking with camonghne, asking me my favorite song, cackling on the apartment floor, on the air mattress we used as a couch, how is it that it was long ago, how is it i am on the other side of it, long ago, how did i leave that city, that time when we were all together, everyone alive, wasn’t the dream to be a poet, wasn’t the plan to live forever, our powers newly acquired, newly in love with what we could do, didn’t we all belong to each other, to that work, going after to the pizza shop to recite what we’d memorized, weren’t we all just there, wasn’t it warm outside, wasn’t the road long & clear, isn’t it early still, isn’t it late, & why am i still here, did i survive or was i left behind, & what season is it that we are no longer together & some of us have gone?

spring by Safia Elhillo

[fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat]

Romeo And Juliet (Or Some Other Romantic Shit Like That) Ch. 2

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Series Description: The Saturday night slot at The Hideout is open, and Corroded Coffin thought they were a shoo-in. When it goes to a different band, however, Eddie becomes more that a little distracted by their pretty bassist.

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Chapter Description: The boys of Corroded Coffin come face to face with the girls of Seductress. Eddie comes face to face with you. To call it a shitshow would be an understatement.

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, smoking, language, Eddie is down so bad.

Word Count: 1705

Notes: Thank you for all of the kind words on the last chapter, it seriously means so much!

Eddie found himself in a bit of a predicament as he and his bandmates walked backstage at The Hideout.

 He could practically feel the hostility radiating off of them as they weaved their way through the dingy back hallways of the venue. The anger they all harbored towards the band that stole their Saturday night spot was slowly beginning to morph into embarrassment because, fuck, they were good.  The other members of Corroded Coffin were getting themselves ready to put up one hell of a fight, but all Eddie could think about was trying to get the redness in his cheeks to disappear before they got to the green room, before you would be able to see it.

The four of you had just ended your set when you saw the boys walk in. You were sweaty and tired, and the only thing keeping you standing was the adrenaline rushing through all of you. You’d been perfect. Every note, every cue, you’d missed nothing, and clearly the crowd at The Hideout loved it, too. Tonight’s performance was a bit of a trial run; see how it goes, and if people liked it, you’d get to come back every week. Thankfully, everyone really, really liked it. 

Everyone, it seemed, except for the angry men who’d just barged into your greenroom.

“Hey, assholes, don’t you knock?!” Tonya, your vocalist, yelled as they walked in. “We coulda been naked or some-wait, I know you, don’t I?”

“Shit, yeah!” Harriette added as she tossed her drumsticks onto the dusty old couch against the wall. “You guys are-fuck, what was it? Decomposed something, right?”

“No, no,” Jessa corrected, flicking the hardware on her guitar case shut. “It was eroded, I think?”

“Corroded Coffin,” Gareth spat out, arms crossed. He was trying to look intimidating, but it wasn’t really working all that well. “It’s Corroded Coffin.”

“Yeah,  yeah, I knew it was something dumb like that,” Tonya muttered. 

Ouch. 

“I thought that’s what a coffin was supposed to do, though?” you piped up from your corner as you carefully tucked your bass away. 

“Yeah, all coffins corrode eventually,” Harriette added. 

Okay, maybe they hadn’t thought about it like that before. 

“What, like Seductress is so much better?” Jeff prodded. 

“Seductress is simply a description,” Tonya said as she began to scrub off the dark makeup around her eyes. She paused for a moment to gesture to the girls around her. “Of yours truly.”

‘That’s a very apt description,’ Eddie thought to himself, before immediately internally chastising the idea. He was not allowed, under any circumstances, to think that, even if that is what you all have decided to call yourselves.

“Wouldn't it have to be Seductresses, then? If it was referring to all four of you?” 

“Doesn’t quite have that same ring, though, does it, girls?” Tonya shot back. You, Jessa, and Harriette mumbled out half-hearted agreements, though none of you bothered to look up from what you were doing. Despite the fact that the three of you seemed utterly disinterested in the gaggle of boys crowding the doorway, Tonya just couldn’t turn down the chance to pick a fight. You’d all gotten so used to Tonya’s fighting spirit and constant, useless arguing at this point that you would be able to go along with her in your sleep if you had too. Sometimes it was funny; she’d occasionally get into drunken arguments about music or movies with assholes at parties, and watching her slur about Siouxsie Sioux and accidentally slosh her drink down the poor guy's clothes could actually be pretty entertaining. Plus, she was fantastic at embarrassing hecklers at your shows. Usually, though, the three of you just did your best to tune it out until it either resolved itself, or you had to stop a physical altercation from starting. 

Aside from when they barged through the door and scared the shit out of you, you hadn’t even bothered to look up at the group of guys in front of you. You did, eventually, after you realized you might end up having to hold Tonya back if this escalated. You’d had to do that before, all three of you had, and it was nice to have an idea of just how badly things could go. You lifted your gaze and caught the eye of one of the members. 

He hadn’t said anything in the interaction yet, and was trying his best to stay back behind his bandmates. He didn’t have the same palpable anger radiating off of him, and when your eyes met, his grew wide and quickly pointed down towards the sticky floors. You watched him for a moment. 

Why wasn’t he as furious as his bandmates? Marty had mentioned something in passing about giving the open slot to Corroded Coffin; he said the auditions were initially only a formality before your band was chosen (which was partially why he didn’t go; that, and the fact that he was still drunk from the night before) and that he’d have to break the news to them. If you had been promised the primo slot at your home bar only to have it go to a different band, you’d be pretty fucking pissed. Him, though? He seemed to have a look of fear, almost, in his big brown eyes. Not at Tonya, surely. She may look scary, and sometimes she could be, but this was just playful banter to her. She was always a little too mean, but it helped with the image of the band and to keep the sexist assholes at bay. 

Your eyes seemed to have glued themselves to him. He had a flush on his cheeks, which you mostly chocked up to the lack of working air conditioning in the building. His long hair seemed as though it had a mind of its own and as he moved his head, the wispy ends bobbed side to side. You could almost see the ghosts of freckles dotted along his nose, and-

“Hey!” you heard Tonya yell as she tossed a pillow at you. You weren’t fast enough to dodge it, and it hit you square in the head. You heard one of the boys snicker at you as you quickly whipped your head to her and threw the pillow back just as hard, though she was able to catch it before impact. “Will you please back me up on this?”

“On what?” you questioned. You sat down on the mustard yellow couch (probably a bad idea) and haphazardly ripped off your boots so you could apply fresh bandages to the blisters they left on your heels. 

“Maybe if they weren’t such shit musicians, they would have been the ones who played tonight?” There it was. There was always one crucial moment where Tonya blatantly crossed the line, and this was that moment. Thankfully, none of the members of Corroded Coffin had lunged at her or thrown a punch, but they all seemed to be fuming, even the one in the back who hadn’t seemed all that angry to begin with. 

“Obviously if they’re playing here they can’t be complete shit,” you said. You were standing now, and so were Harriette and Jessa. If something physical did break out (knowing Tonya, it was likely), they wanted to be ready. “Rhonda wouldn’t let them if they were. She’s the one who has to listen to all of the bands every night.” 

“Stop trying to talk me down, you know what I mean!” Tonya yelled back at you. Though you had been the target of her biting anger before, it never really stopped being upsetting and the volume of her voice made you flinch just a bit. Harriette noticed, and quickly walked to stand between the two of you.

“Okay, okay!” Harriette said as she raised a hand to Tonya, who’s blue eyes seethed with the anger she was now pointing at her bandmates. Harriette was always best at stopping Tonya in the midst of her angry ravings. “These guys aren’t worth it. How ‘bout a smoke, huh? Maybe clear your head a little bit?”

Tonya, as hostile as she could become, generally came down just as quickly. As her and Harriette elbowed their way out the door, with Jessa in tow to find Marty to get your guys’ pay, you pointed your gaze back to the boys of Corroded Coffin.

“I’m sorry about her,” you said from your spot next to the couch. “She lives to pick as many fights as she can, and she’s got some whiskey in her. That never really helps.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Gareth huffed. They began to leave, but you noticed how the one with the long hair stayed back a moment. The two of you shared a look.

“For what it’s worth,” you said, standing up and walking over to where he stood just outside the door frame. “I’ve heard you play. I don’t think you're a shit musician.”

“You don’t?” Eddie asked in response. He was relieved to hear that you were a little less high and mighty than your lead singer was.

“Nah,” you sighed. “I actually think you’re pretty fuckin’ good.”

You shut the door to the greenroom after you said it, and Eddie was left stranded alone in the hallway of The Hideout with only the flickering fluorescent lights and cockroaches to comfort him. 

He found the rest of his band in the parking lot leaning against his van. He wasn’t the only member of the band that had a driver’s license, but he was the only one that had a reliable vehicle, so he was stuck playing chauffeur most nights. They all filed in and drove home in relative silence, opting to just stew in their anger and embarrassment as opposed to trying to talk about anything else. Eddie dropped them all off one by one, and by the time he got back to the trailer and shut off the van, there was really only one thought playing on repeat in his head.

He had no idea if you thought that Corroded Coffin was pretty fuckin’ good, or if you thought that his playing was pretty fuckin’ good, and he couldn’t decide which one made his stomach flip harder.

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[moonpriincess]

...evil, most definitely | chapter one

⇢ pairing: ateez x fem!poc!reader ⇢ rating: 18+ (mdni) ⇢ genre: coming of age (kind of…) psychological thriller, murder mystery (i guesss?), dark comedy, loosely based off and inspired by: If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio and Better Luck Tomorrow dir. by Justin Lin…+ ⇢ summary: He’d convinced himself a long time ago that what he was doing wasn’t as wrong as people thought. His love was keeping you safe and protected. Even if you didn’t know, even if you never knew, he’d continue to love you more than anything or anyone.

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⇢ chapter warnings: cursing, it’s slow and random, probably inaccurate information, that should be it but pls let me know otherwise (also this is absolutely not beta’d someone pls help me)

♪ i can’t make you love me by KINDA BLUE, Hwa Sa ♪

The Obsessed Artist Trope Defined as - a character that strives to perfect their chosen craft and better themselves at it by any means necessary, which can lead to their own self-destruction in their pursuit of perfection. Term A: Obsessed - defined as (of a person) to be preoccupied with or constantly worrying about something. Term B: Artist - defined as a person who works in one of the performing arts, as an actor, musician, or singer; a public performer Term C: Trope -  defined as a universally identified image imbued with several layers of contextual meaning creating a new visual metaphor

Examples: Tonya Harding (I, Tonya); Norma Desmond (Sunset Boulevard); Andrew Neiman (Whiplash); Rogan Thompson (Birdman); Nina (Black Swan) 

3 Months Earlier - October 15, 202X KQ Conservatory of Musical Arts and Performance  5:45 am 

Studio Hours - 600 am to 2300 pm. Please respect reservations. Please respect the space. Please respect your peers. 

The numbers on Hongjoong’s phone indicated that it was 15 minutes before 6, meaning 15 minutes before the first reservation of the day. Maybe even less if they decided to come early. He struggled to tie the plastic trash bag into a knot, his fingers cold and rigid from the lack of heat circulating around the room. Even a hoodie, a jacket and the shorts under his pants didn’t help with the cold of the studio.

Sure he could’ve turned on the heat, but he swore he wouldn’t do anything that would make it obvious he had been working in the studio when he was no longer allowed to. At least not until he could catch up on his tuition payments (He was honestly lucky they hadn’t kicked him out of the school yet).

Even luckier for him, Mingi always reserved the same studio at the very end of reservation hours. Yet, instead of locking up for the night, Mingi allowed Hongjoong access to the studio so he could work. The plan itself probably wouldn’t have worked out if he wasn’t doing the maintenance man a favor. Clean the studio halls every Wednesday and Friday (without pay mind you) and he wouldn’t rat Hongjoong out to staff and administration.

Beep. 

Hongjoong froze in the middle of the room, plastic bag full of trash in one hand and his other in the midst of hiking his backpack up to his shoulder. One glance at the clock indicated that it was 6:02 am, early, but too late for Hongjoong to be leaving. Hongjoong clenched his jaw and glancing around in a panic. There wasn’t anywhere to hide in such a small, closed off room. It barely fit a couch in the corner and the recording mic was a shove away from smacking into the wall.

The door creaked open slowly allowing light and the sound of murmuring to filter into the room.

“Shit!”

Hoongjoong jumped before sagging in relief at the sight of the building’s maintenance man, Mr. Lee, in the doorway.

“What are you still doing here?” the old man scolded, shaking his head as he pushed his way into the room. Hongjoong bowed half-heartedly as he moved around him and toward the door.

“I accidentally…um fell asleep,” Hongjoong tried to explain. Mr. Lee took in his ruffled appearance. Hongjoong’s hair was sticking up on the side of his head and his eyes looked bleary. His face was also red and puffy from both sleep and the cold, plus his clothes were wrinkled and looked slept in.

“Go home and take a shower before someone catches you,” The old man advised. Hongjoong only nodded, glad that he didn’t have to stay any longer than necessary. Sometimes Mr. Lee was an okay guy, most of the time he was a creep.

Hongjoong gave another bow, this one a bit more thoughtful, more respectful, and Mr.Lee only waved him off before turning back to cleaning the studio. He knew that there wasn’t much left to clean. 

Stepping out of the studio, Hongjoong threw his trash away before he hurried through the building to the parking lot. Not that he had a car, but he did have his bike stored away pretty safely by a corner of the lot. The lot itself was practically empty, only a car or two parked closest to the elevators with the staff passes hanging from neck of their rearview mirrors.

He quickly hooked his other arm through his backpack strap and pulled his bike out of the wedge in the wall. It was a decently sized space, probably littered with trash and cigarette butts, but he could fit his bike in it without having to try and maneuver anything, and he could very well fit in it if he tried.

Hongjoong cleaned up his bike, kicking and wiping away as much dust as he could, before he mounted it and peddled off toward his apartment complex to take a much needed shower.

October 15th, 202X 7:50 am 

To be honest, Yunho wasn’t an early riser or a morning person. If anything he would’ve slept for as long as he physically could if his schedule just, permitted it. But Tuesdays were his busiest day of the week and sleep was sacrificed for the sake of the dreams that he’d chased so far that it was too late to turn back now.

Not that Yunho didn’t love dancing. Matter of fact it was his biggest passion. He knew that even if he had nothing, at least he had dancing, and he was content with that thought. But there was something toxicly addicting in the air when it came to the competitiveness of the conservatory. It pulled his mind away from the art he was working to perfect and pushed it toward the need to be praised by teachers who could very well be his downfall in just a few words-sometimes even just numbers on a paper. 

Yunho still had a blush across his cheeks as he walked into his first dance class, meaning he wasn’t even fully awake at this point. That and it was freezing. It was the middle of October and though it wasn’t as cold as it got mid-winter, fall had always been windy seasons, with cold air and dewy mornings. Not to mention the dance studio always felt like it was below 40 when he first came in. 

He’d tried to grab his warmest sweater before he headed out but found it wasn’t where he left it by the door. He wouldn’t put it past any of his housemates to have taken it, but Wooyoung was the most likely contender. Yunho assumed that because of the amount of clothing the other male owned, he didn’t have time to check which ones were actually his or not. 

“Hey Yunho.” 

“Morning,” Yunho greeted politely, clearing his throat to ease its dryness. 

The class was filled with the same Tuesday morning students. Either awake too early or hitting that mark where they’d been awake for so long, they were running on basically adrenaline and coffee alone. 

Just a glance around the rooms would show how Yeji was already marking a routine that Yunho was unfamiliar with and how Seowon was knocked out on a pile of backpacks. 

The dance studio was only a five-minute walk from his place. Sometimes it took him 15 minutes if he decided to get coffee or water from the café in the lobby.

Well it wasn’t so much a café but just a small store that basically only had water, coffee, salads, and sandwiches; all of it lined up neatly in the open display case that was kept at cooler than room temperature so that nothing would spoil. On Tuesday mornings he was usually met with Yena, who always had too much energy in the morning, and Sungwoo, who didn’t care about getting caught falling asleep at the counter. 3 years and two months at the same school and having essentially the same routines gave you nothing but time to get to know people.

“-but are you ok?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m not…like super hurt-“ 

“-I don’t even know why you’re in class today-“ 

“-Yeah you should’ve-“ 

“Hi Yunho.”

Yunho set his bag on the floor gently, turning his head slightly to nod at the group or girls stationed in the corner of the room.

“Hey-woah, are you ok?” 

The girl at the center of attention, Chaewon, huffed as though exasperated but she rolled her eyes playfully, “I’m fine. Just a small scratch.” Chaewon was a pretty girl, but her features were marred with a large white bandage on her temple just above her right eyebrow.

“Chaewon, someone practically jumped you,” Nieun was one of the tallest girls in the class, nearly as tall as Yunho himself.

“Seriously?” the question slipped out before he could really think about it. 

“No, not seriously. No one jumped me. Some guy was just running or something and he shoved me out of the way,” Chaewon rolled her eyes, blowing her bangs away from her forehead, “It was just…wrong place, wrong time.” 

“Yeah, running from the police,” Marie, the final girl in their trio, rolled her eyes harder than Chaewon ever could.

“But…you’re ok, right?” Yunho’s brows were furrowed deeply in worry. 

“I’m fine, no internal bleeding or emotional trauma.” 

Yunho smiled though he felt a bit uncomfortable. There was an uneasy feeling in his chest, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. Perhaps it was just the worry of knowing someone dangerous was running around near their campus or even just the knowledge that someone he knew had gotten hurt. Not that he knew Chaewon on a deep personal level, but he could say that they were friends. You tend to bond with people when they’re in the same stress filled environment as you. Plus Chaewon was your roommate. 

“Well, I hope you feel better soon, and I’m always here if you need someone to walk home with,” Yunho offered politely and he ignored the flush of Chaewon’s cheeks. She straightened her back, nearly preening, as she flashed him a pretty smile. 

“Thanks Yunho.” 

Yunho only nodded back, turning away as he slid off his slides and changed into his studio shoes, indicating the end of the conversation.

3 Months Earlier - October 15, 202X 22:32 pm 

You let out a sharp exhale as Chaewon pushed against your back, bringing your chest and torso closer to the floor. Stretching was always the way to end the day, even when you’d gone back to your dorm, taken a 3-hour nap, and ate dinner already, your day didn’t truly end until you’d finished your stretches. The typical day started with stretches and ended with stretches. 

You shifted your hips, keeping your legs spreading as far as they could in your forward split. 

“Try to push your torso forward a little more.” 

“Ugh…” 

One of Chaewon’s hands rested on your shoulder, the other keeping your hips to the floor. She pushed at your shoulder slowly, your hips and legs moving to accommodate for your torso flattening even more against the floor. You kept your body flexed, reaching forward with your arms and took short puffs of breath as Chaewon counted.

“-17…18…19…20” 

You let out a sigh of relief as you eased your muscles, flopping onto the ground and moving your legs out of their split. You shifted to curl them underneath you, your heals touching your bottom as you kept your arms in their reaching position, your forehead touching the floor as though you were praying. After a moment you rolled over onto your back, spreading your limbs out as you took one deep breath in before letting it out slowly.

“You ok?” Chaewon giggled and you only gave her a grunt as an answer. You were fine. You were used to the splits and you were used to stretching, but your body had been through enough today and all you needed was rest. And a shower. 

“I’m tired,” you commented and Chaewon hummed. You reached out and stopped her fingers from scratching at her bandaged wound. 

“Me too…” 

Despite it being nearly eleven in the evening, there were still a few people in the studio aside from you and Chaewon. There was still plenty of noise within the mirrored room, one or two students chattering and the other still practicing whatever routine they felt they needed to perfect. You’d stayed later before, but today you were tired, and you felt disgusting. 

“Ugh,” You sat up from your laying position, “Let’s go home, I seriously need to shower,” you pushed yourself to stand, your muscles aching a bit more than usual due to such a hectic day.

As you stood you reached your arms up to the ceiling, linking your fingers and giving your body one more satisfying stretch before shaking off your limbs and then reaching a hand out to help Chaewon up from the floor. The other girl did the same thing as she stood to her feet, finishing off with a final shake of her limbs before she followed you to where you’d stored your belongings. 

The two of you worked on changing out of your dance clothes, Chaewon occupying the single folding chair in the corner to pull her shoes and socks off. You fanned yourself a bit before pulling your sweater over your clothes. The cold dance studio was doing quick work of cooling down your sweat and despite how disgusting you felt with your hair stringy from sweat and your clothes sticking to your skin, you were willing to do anything to leave as soon as you could at this point. 

The two of you gathered your belongings and bid the other students goodbye, everyone promising to see each other in a couple of hours. You made your way to the lobby of the building, giving the night receptionist a sheepish goodbye as you and Chaewon slipped through the doors and out into the cold air.

You rummaged through your bag, stuffing your large metal waterbottle into it to avoid carrying more than you needed to as Chaewon talked on how cautious she was about walking so late at night now. You’d been the first one she called when she got hurt just the night before and you had chastised her as soon as she told you, though perhaps that was just to ease your own worries. In the end you doted on her as soon as you got to the emergency room. 

“And y’know, Yunho of all people offered to walk me home,” Chaewon looked at you with a cheesy grin. 

“I mean why wouldn’t he? He’s a sweet guy,” your reply was muffled by the food in your mouth. You offered the granola bar to Chaewon, taking another bite when she shook her head. 

“I don’t know, he’s never really…taken interest in me or anything, he was always closer to you,” Chaewon let out a deep sigh, you gave her a look and she only shrugged. Was she insinuating something? 

“I don’t know if we’re really…close. We’re mostly just friends because of Jongho,” also because you tended to hang out with essentially the same people when your school’s population didn’t go past 400 students.

Jongho was your first friend on campus; the first person you ever got close to when you first moved out here. He became quick friends with a group of 7 other guys who were all older than the two of you, (Chaewon herself was a year older than you, and despite being her roommate you didn’t get close to her until half way through your first year) and you became quick friends with them as soon as introductions were made. You were sure that you would’ve met all of them at some point even if you didn’t know Jongho. Each of them were in at least 2 to 3 of your classes throughout the week.

“Are you like interested in Yunho?” you teased, hitting your shoulder against hers as you walked through the streets. 

“I’m not interested in him,” Chaewon rolled her eyes playfully, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. She shuffled closer to you as a cold gust of wind blew through your shivering bodies, “I mean he’s like…really handsome, and tall, and like those hands-“ 

“Yeah, ok not interested-“

“But I just broke up with Wooyoung and I’m not trying to date within the circle.” 

You let out a noise as you nodded in understanding. Another thing that just came with being at a conservatory that had such a small population was the lack of dating pool.

Chaewon and Wooyoung had been together for a total of 2 months. Not super short but not entirely the longest relationship either. But sometimes it was hard to date, break up, and get over it when the person you were with was someone you saw practically everyday.

You were honestly a little surprised the two of them had even gotten together, because to your knowledge, or at least what Jongho had told you over the summer vacation, Wooyoung was going through some emotional shit at the moment that had to do with “getting over someone”. You put together that his way of getting over said person meant dating someone else. 

“Wait, am I part of the circle?” 

You laughed as Chaewon shoved you into the building, snorting in amusement as the two of you walked the halls of the dorms. 

“To be honest with you, I think you are,” Chaewon answered, the two of you bowing to the RA in greeting as you passed by the front desk and the common area. 

“Am I?” 

You were cut off from an answer as your phone rang in your pocket. You fished it out and looked at the caller ID, turning it in Chaewon’s direction with raised brows. 

“There’s your answer,” Chaewon laughed, though her eyes tightened with emotion. You grimaced slightly before answering your phone. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey (Y/N)!” Wooyoung’s voice was loud enough to be heard through the speaker even as you pressed your phone against your ear, “Are you free tonight?”

“Um yeah, I mean I just got back to the dorms.”

“Woah, you just got back? Wh-why are you walking back by yourself so late? Yunho told us some guy was running around attacking girls!” 

“Relax, I’m with Chaewon, and that’s…not even really true? They caught him already,” you laughed.

Wooyoung let out a deep sigh. 

“Well as long as you guys are together…you never know what kind of weirdos are out there.” 

You were rather content with not knowing for yourself.

“Did you call me for something?” You leaned against the wall as Chaewon unlocked your dorm room. 

“Oh yeah! We’re watching some movies tonight at Jongho’s place, did you wanna come sleep over? Jongho was too busy to call you and ask.” 

You groaned as you dropped your bag by your bed. You and Chaewon’s room was a bigger sized room, that was furnished with two twin beds, your desks, and more than enough floor space to have a table in the center of the room and some Ikea shelves pushed into the wall. The building itself was fashioned to look more old school, with its oak-colored walls and doors. The windows were arched at the top and the ledge part of your large arched window popped outwards so that there was a little window sitting area that you and Chaewon had designed with blankets and pillows. You still had a communal bathroom but that wasn’t too much of a bother.

Jongho and his friends, on the other hand, lived in the residence hall apartment buildings just across the street. With each apartment housing usually 4 students, it was equipped with two rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a spacious living room. The apartment buildings were different in a way that they weren’t officially residence halls but more often than not KQ students lived within the apartments for the sake of cheaper rent. 

Jongho himself lived with Hongjoong, Yeosang, and San. While Wooyoung lived with Yunho, Seonghwa, and Mingi just two floors above the other four.

Jongho had offered to be your roommate in your second year but at that point you’d gotten close enough to Chaewon to be ok with living with her again. Plus your scholarship paid for housing, which meant living in the dorms. 

“But I’m tired,” you whined as you pulled off your clothes and threw them in the hamper. Chaewon was seated at her desk/vanity (she’d somehow equipped it to look more like an old fashioned vanity than just a wooden desk, with her own large mirror and everything) brushing through her hair and getting ready to go take shower. You’d put your phone on speaker, leaving it on the middle of your bed as you stood in front of your closet in only your underwear.  

“C’mon! We’ll come pick you up and walk you over!” 

“Ugh but I haven’t even showered!” 

“You can shower at Jongho’s place! C’moooon!” 

You turned and gave Chaewon an exasperated look and she mouthed a short “Don’t do it” with a shake of her head. She and Wooyoung hadn’t ended things on a bad note or anything, but it was still painfully awkward. They apparently still needed some time before they could go back to their original dynamic. But you knew she understood that Wooyoung had been your friend first. 

“Is that (Y/N)?” You hear faintly and you sighed as Jongho called out your name over the phone. 

“Yeess?” 

“Are you ready? We’re heading out to your place right now.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise as Chaewon covered her mouth in shock.

“Um…why?” you questioned, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a large sweater. 

“What do you mean? We’re watching movies tonight, didn’t Wooyoung tell you?” 

“Uh yeah, like…5 minutes ago?” 

Jongho let out a sigh and you snorted as you heard Wooyoung yelp. 

“He was supposed to ask you earlier when I was busy, he told me you said yes already.” 

“Well, I didn’t think she’d say no,” you heard faintly and you could imagine Wooyoung rubbing his arm. The two of them argued in the background, the phone picking up bits of their conversation but they didn’t seem to be rerouting or stopping in their trek.

You let out a loud groan as you glance over at the clothes you’d pulled out to change in after your shower. In a definitive moment you huffed before grabbing said items and shoving them into your bag. Chaewon shook her head as she turned back to the mirror. You really couldn’t ever say no to Jongho. 

“I’ll be down in 5 minutes, just let me pack my stuff,” You told the boys and you barely allowed Wooyoung to slip in an apology before you hung up the phone. 

a/n: this got posted late cus i didnt finish writing it💀. but anyways the first three chapters are gonna be pretty slow cus theyre mainly introducing the characters. Also i dont actually...know anything about conservatories or dancing 💀💀 but pls bare with me im trying my best with what little research material have. I watched whiplash and better luck tomorrow again and read if we were villains and had a bright idea. Anyways please reblog and leave your thoughts! my inbox is always open! Thanks for reading! 

[bellysoupset]

Story idea from this post, by @pukeyqt

Meet my new characters, Lucas and Bells.

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Eating the tuna salad had been a mistake. And easily avoidable mistake at that, as her roommate Tonya had pointed out it "doesn't look right, babes," but Bell was nothing if not a stubborn prick, who wouldn't let the fact that the tuna salad had been sitting in their mini bar fridge for a week deter her.

Now she was paying for it. Her stomach was bubbling ominously and had been feeling uneasy since morning. One whiff of her usual black coffee had sent her retching over the toilet for 10 minutes, but nothing came up other than frothy spit. Her belly hurt.

Not that Isabella was willing to talk about it, knowing her best friend had a cocked-and-ready-to-go "I told you so". She just wanted to get through the last class and go to Lucas' place, curl up in his incredibly comfy bed, knowing for a fact he'd love to dot on her.

A burp sneaked up on her and she pressed the heel of her hands to her lips, muffling it. It brought up the taste of tuna again and she squeezed her eyes, nausea making her skin prickle. She breathed through the worst of queasiness, swallowed in the saliva collecting in her mouth and slowly pulled her hand back. Her stomach was digging on her belt. She had picked these pants because they were a little loose, but it seemed like it was no longer the case, the metal of her belt buckle was pressing hard against her belly.

She tugged at it for some sliver of relief and glanced at her phone. There were still five minutes more before class ended. Not a single text from Lucas, which made her pout. Bell wished he was magically connected to her, that somehow he knew she was about to puke in the middle of campus and just decided it was a great time to offer her a ride.

But no. He was probably at football practice at this hour and his phone was safely tucked away in the locker's room.

Bell let out a shaky breath, then clutched at her stomach as a particular harsh gurgle made itself not only heard, but also made her belly shake lightly. She gagged, swallowed in convulsively and started putting away her text book and her notes, with shaky hands. Even if there was just three minutes more, she couldn't stay.

She all but bolted out of the classroom and straight to one of the campus' bathrooms, crouching down in front of it and gagging harshly. Still, nothing came up. Her stomach felt filled all the way to the top, the salad sitting in her throat, but nothing came up but a couple wet belches that had her eyes tearing up.

She could shove her fingers down her throat and get this over with, but the idea irked her and Bell would rather not throw up at all if possible. She stood up as the noise of people entering the bathroom got louder, presumably because all classes had ended.

One extremely unpleasant bus trip later and she was in Lucas' building. He wasn't supposed to be home for another forty minutes, but it was better than going back to her dorms and she was so queasy she could barely think straight. She just needed to sit down, undo her pants and rub at her belly, praying her food stayed down.

He had given her the key a month before and slowly she was getting more comfortable with coming over uninvited or when he wasn't around.

Bell all but chucked her bag at the general direction of his couch and stalked over to the master suite's bathroom for some extra privacy, only to feel two strong arms wrap around her middle and squeeze her hard as her boyfriend pulled her off of her feet.

It was all it took.

The pressure that had been there all morning went up and she scrambled in his grip, only to throw up down her front. The mess stuck to her shirt, to his forearm wrapped around her stomach and she heard loud swearing, but Lucas didn't drop her in disgust, only set her back down gently, keeping the arm that was already dirty firmly in place.

She was incredibly grateful for it, because the minute her feet met the ground, she nearly went down to her knees with the force of another retch, this one bringing up an even larger gush and covering her combat boots with puke.

Isabella coughed, dug on Lucas' arm for support and then embarrassment hit her even stronger than the nausea, causing a sob to burst through her.

"Oh no, honey-" Lucas was rambling somewhere over her head and then his big hand was on her face, pushing the dirty locks of hair away, wiping her tears with his thumb, "Bella, what's hurting? Bells, talk with me-"

She whimpered, wanting to wrap an arm protectively around her middle, but just the thought of the mess slowly sipping through her ratty tank top made her want to puke all over again, "I'm- gross-"

Lucas widened his eyes at her, "you're crying because you're embarrassed?!" he scoffed and then finally pulled back his arm, wiping the vomit off of it with his hand and then cleaning the hand down his jersey shirt. Then he cupped her face and did the same to her, wiping the puke off her lips, not bothered in the least, "I'm in the football team, baby, you're the least gross thing I've seen today, trust me."

She snorted, still unable to stop the tears, "I really don't feel well, Luke."

"I can see that," he teased, only to receive a weak shove to his chest and chuckle, "let's move you to the bathroom, honey."

It was a testament to how sick she felt that she didn't say anything as her boyfriend manhandled her to the bathroom and then bunched up her long curls into a messy bun on top of her head.

"There, you look beautiful," he said, crouching down in front of her and tapping her arms up, "let's get you out of these disgusting clothes-"

"You just wanna see my tits," Bell groaned, feeling marginally better and he opened a blinding smile at the joke.

"Always," Lucas promised with a wink, before slowly maneuvering her top off and throwing it inside the sink, "feels better, uh?"

Bell sniffled, nodding, "I messed up your floor..."

"Eh, nothing that hasn't happened before," he promised, leaning in to kiss her forehead, "are you sick?"

"Now you ask me?" She eyed him skeptically, heart soaring, because even if she had the flu, even if she was contagious, he clearly didn't care. She had never been anyone's priority as she was with Lucas, it made her feel lightheaded sometimes.

He shrugged, cheeks blushing and she leaned back against the wall, starting to undo her belt, "No, I just ate some garbage yesterday. Felt awful since morning."

"I'm sorry," Lucas grimaced in sympathy, "better now, though?"

Bella paused, accessing herself. Her stomach was still unsettled, but the insane nausea from before was gone, at least for now, "a little... Still don't feel great."

"Let's get cleaned up and in bed, so I can rub your tummy."

"You're a dork," she groaned, blushing at him calling her stomach tummy.

"I don't have a better word for that cute little tummy of yours, Bells," Lucas scoffed, leaning in again and then planting a kiss over her lips, only for her to pull back with a groan.

"Lucas! I just puked!"

"I don't care," he rolled his eyes, grabbing her chin and giving her another peck.

"You're crazy, boy," she groaned, resting her forehead heavily against his and relaxing for the first time all day.

[redshift-13]

After Louise Glück

it’s late now, it’s early, no way

to know which season it is

of the total years of my life,

weren’t we only just nineteen,

tonya & i, wasn’t she only just

alive, long-limbed & cross-legged

on my dorm room floor,

wasn’t it springtime of a year

so unlike this one, thirteen

years past, cool nights in line

outside the nuyorican hoping

to make it on the list, wasn’t it

a friday night like this one

& the only people i wanted to love

were poets, earrings swaying

against their necks, dancing

in the dark of the room where we

all knew each other’s secrets, weren’t

we all just at that party, wasn’t i only

just eighteen, pointed northward

on a chinatown bus to that city,

to watch ai elo onstage at the apollo,

wasn’t she only just alive, smoking

with camonghne, asking me my favorite

song, cackling on the apartment floor,

on the air mattress we used as a couch,

how is it that it was long ago, how is it

i am on the other side of it, long ago, how

did i leave that city, that time when we

were all together, everyone alive,

wasn’t the dream to be a poet, wasn’t

the plan to live forever, our powers

newly acquired, newly in love

with what we could do, didn’t we all

belong to each other, to that work,

going after to the pizza shop

to recite what we’d memorized,

weren’t we all just there, wasn’t it warm

outside, wasn’t the road long & clear,

isn’t it early still, isn’t it late, & why

am i still here, did i survive or was i left

behind, & what season is it that we are

no longer together & some of us have gone?

....

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[i-hold-horrors-hand]

Perverted Are Your Wishes and Dreams (Chapter 1)

Secondo watches a movie, then has an...interesting time.

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Monsterfucking.

(Also readable on AO3)

  He wasn't sure how or why he'd let his younger brother talk him into watching this, but...well, here he was. Watching it.

Maybe it was the promise of "hot blonde women" as the supposed villains. Maybe it was the premise, which was apparently "reminiscent of Species. You know, the one with Natasha Henstridge?". Maybe it was the rare moment of boredom that he found himself facing.

Either way, here he was, in his suite of rooms, reclining on the couch and watching this ridiculous Canadian sci-fi movie from the mid 2000's.

So far, it was kind of...bad. But was in fact delivering on the promise of the after-mentioned "hot blonde women", so he couldn't really complain.

Then the tentacles started coming out. From the blondes' abdomens, right under their breasts.

Alright. That was interesting.

He sat there, nursing a glass of wine, now enraptured by the mediocre film. Admittedly, he'd always had a thing for tentacles...especially on attractive women. A secret that he never really shared with anyone. Except Terzo. All of a sudden, his recommendation of the movie made sense.

By the time one of the male characters—Gibby? He couldn't remember his name, nor did he really care to—was lured to a cemetery by his girlfriend, Secondo was halfway through his bottle of wine, and now watching the screen with rapt attention. No sooner had the inevitably doomed character climaxed, than the beautiful blonde who'd been riding him—

"Oh," Secondo chuckled to himself, very amused (and aroused) by the scene. "That poor, lucky bastard." He finished off his current glass of wine as the blonde's tentacles retracted from the young man's throat, and scoffed when he inevitably died.

"Sfigato." He rolled his eyes, and poured the last of the wine into his glass. "What a weak little bastard. I thought he was supposed to be Canadian? And he can't handle a little cold?" He shook his head. "Dai!"

By the time one of the other blondes had impregnated her (surprisingly willing) boyfriend, Secondo found himself nodding off. He tried to stay awake, eager to see more blonde women with tentacles in erotic situations, but he ended up losing that battle, succumbing to the wine and the effects that the stresses of the day had on him.

He remained there for a while, dozing on his couch. Until a loud noise woke him up.

  His eyes shot open and he coughed a bit as he woke up, and called out "Who's there?" Probably his younger brother wanting to play a prank on him. Despite the few short months between their ages, Terzo had always been the more immature one. He wouldn't be surprised if he had been lurking, wanting to startle him with something stupid.

That's what he thought, anyway. But it turns out, it wasn't Terzo at all.

An attractive, lean, busty blonde woman rose up from behind the television—which was by now showing the ping-ponging DVD logo—rubbing a spot on her head, where she had apparently bumped it.

Hmm. He couldn't recall seeing her around the abbey. He doubted she was a Sister...and she was definitely not someone he'd brought home, as he hadn't been anywhere for the past couple of days. Yet, she looked somewhat familiar to him...

"What is your name, bella?" he asked, sitting up straight and smoothing out the wrinkles from his shirt.

"Tonya." The blonde smiled, stepping out from behind the television, her short, pale blue dress showing off beautifully toned legs.

"Tonya." Secondo leaned forward and took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles. "A pleasure to meet you. How did you get in here, you sneaky little thing?"

Tonya giggled. "The door was open."

Was it? He didn't remember leaving it open? But perhaps Terzo did. Maybe this was part of his prank.

Well. He couldn't find it in himself to care about that, right now. What he did care about right now was being alone with an attractive woman, after watching a rather...stimulating movie.

"Why don't you have a seat, Tonya?" Secondo patted the section of the couch beside him. "I promise I don't bite."

"I do!" Tanya giggled, skipping over to join him.

"Do you?" Secondo snaked an arm around her shoulders, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I'll have to be very careful with you, won't I?" Or not. He rather liked it when his lovers—as he was certain this lovely Tonya would inevitably be—bit him. Dominant as he was, he always found some spunk and spark in his partners to be fun.

Tonya grinned at him—showing teeth that were almost too white, if he had cared to notice, which he didn't—and ran her hand up and down his thigh.

"You know," she said, "I really like that movie."

"You've seen it?"

"Yes. Many times." Tonya shifted and leaned in closer to him, running a manicured fingernail down his chest. "I always feel bad for those poor guys. They just wanted to have some fun."

Secondo sniffed, in a way that he hoped was more handsomely smug than off-puttingly pretentious. "Weak little boys who couldn't handle the challenge. A real man would be able to last, and enjoy it."

Tonya looked up at him, batting her eyelashes coquettishly. "Would you enjoy it, Papa?"

At this point, Secondo was almost certain that this was a prank orchestrated by his pesky younger brother...but he was horny, and Tonya was very attractive, so he didn't really care. His natural seductive charm would surely put a wrench into his brother's plans, anyway.

"I would, Tonya. I would enjoy it very much." He reached over and brushed a fingertip over her cheek, to her mouth, and down her plump, glossy lips, while giving her a confident and playful smile.

"Good," she breathed, before leaning in and pressing those plump and glossy lips to his.

Secondo hummed happily and eagerly kissed her back, opening his mouth to allow her tongue to entangle with his. His hands roamed up and down her back, her hips, and up into her hair, pulling her closer. Tonya moaned into his mouth, reaching down to unbutton his shirt, not even pulling back for a breath.

Prank be damned, he liked where this was going. If his little brother walked in on him balls-deep in this woman, then so be it. It would be his own fault.

  It didn't take long for Tonya to have Secondo's shirt practically ripped off him, and his pants open. It also didn't take long for her to pull up her dress, mount herself on him, and slide the straps of her dress down to reveal her large breasts, which bounced wonderfully as she rode him.

"Che bella," Secondo rasped, hands gripping her hips as she rose and sank onto his shaft. "Fuck."

"Oh, Papa..." Tonya moaned, hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into the skin almost to the point of bleeding. "So good...so good..."

"So good, bella," he agreed, already close. Satanas, she was so hot and wet and tight...

"Ready for it to feel better, Papa?"

Was such a thing even possible? It was already so good, as they'd both previously said.

"Si, bella," he answered, eager for whatever was next. He didn't care what it was.

"Good." Tonya sank her nails deep into the flesh of his shoulders, this time drawing blood. This made him moan, and tighten his grip on her hips...as her own grip tightened on him, pushing his back against the couch, holding him firmly in place.

Secondo considered this all part of the fun...until he looked up into Tonya's eyes. They were icy blue...were. Now, however, they were jet black...and blinking. Sideways.

"Che due coglioni?!"

Tonya only smirked at him as she leaned back...and an oval-shaped opening appeared on her abdomen, just below her luscious breasts. Tentacles burst from it, ensnaring his limbs and rendering him immobile. Another, larger, thicker one aimed itself at his gaping mouth, and Secondo realized that there was no way in heaven that his younger brother had any part in orchestrating this.

"Ready, Papa?" Tonya asked, voice still somehow normal, which made the whole thing even more disturbing and frightening.

Eyes wide, Secondo sucked in a breath, just before Tonya's mating tentacle forced its way down his throat.

"Oh, merda."

[n3g5nx]

What Have I Been Dragged Into?

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CHAPTER EIGHT

TW/ past domestic abuse flashback and substance abuse problems mentioned.

General warning this fic is highkey toxic so I don't condone any of this behaviour okay?

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"So… you're his so called wives" X asks with a gulp, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt.

Two of the girls sat on the couch while the blonde one was in the kitchen pouring two tall glasses of wine.

"Yeah. And we aren't the only ones." The brunette sighs, her hands firmly in her lap, intense gaze on X. It made then shift uncomfortably.

"There's Frankie, too, but she's… distracting him." The black-haired girl added . She didn't need to elaborate, her meaning was clear. 

The blonde returned and handed X a glass, taking a swig of her own and sitting in the arm chair beside the couch. They took a long gulp of their own, tapping a finger on the glass nervously. 

"I'm Amber," The blonde, Amber, started after a period of silence, "And that's Sherry and Tonya"

"I'm-" X started, but Tonya help up a hand to stop them.

"I've heard your name plenty of times." There was an edge of disgust to her voice, making X shutter at the implications. 

"Yeah, he's pretty obsessed with you." Sherry said with a reserved, soft voice, "we just… wanted to check on you. He's not trying to coerce you or…?" She trailed off.

X shook their head and took another sip of their wine. It was bitter but they didn't care at the moment and would likely be going back for seconds. This whole moment felt surreal.

"No, thank god." They mumbled before taking another long sip.

"You know, he's talked about making you… like us." Amber spoke up after a long dri k of her own glass. "But you're like, special somehow."

Sherry nodded and added, "He's 'visited' us a lot less since you got here."

"Why are you guys telling me this?" X gulps, feeling themselves growing more anxious with each minute that dragged on.

"We're worried." Tonya put simply, the other girls nodding in agreement, "He won't give you up. Not even after that." She gestured towards the darkening bruises, causing X's face to grow warm with embarrassment. 

"Hey," Tonya rises out of her seat, clasping one of their hands in hers. "It's not your fault."

The simple statement brought tears to X's eyes, their breath catching in their throat as they held back the waterworks. They nodded in response and downed the rest of their glass, pulling away to pour another. It'd been so long since they drank, they forgot how good it felt.

*

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE." They screamed, throwing the empty wine glass beside the man's head. It shattered against the wall, a stray piece of glass hitting the man and cutting open his cheek.

"YOUR HOUSE? I have been paying the rent for the past FIVE FUCKING MONTHS, X." The man retorted, stomping towards them. "If you forget, you lost your fucking job because YOU, couldn't stay sober for ONE FUCKING WEEK."

"YOU ARENT MY FUCKING DAD." X screamed in retort, shoving the man hard on the chest and turning around, slamming their hands on the table behind them.

"Yeah, I'm not, because he died popping fucking pills, just like you will." The man was seething, taking another step towards X and snatching them by the wrist, fingers digging hard into their skin. "Do you really want me to hurt you again?" He hissed out.

X tried to pull away but his grip was too strong, another scream erupting from their throat. "JUST GET OUT!"

There was a sudden pounding at the door, causing them to both fall silent and turn around to face the door.

"Great, now I have to deal with the police again. Go hide in the goddamn closet until I'm done talking to them and DONT make a fucking peep." The man demanded with a scoff, pushing them towards the hallway as he made his way to the door.

X grumbled buy complied, swaying and stumbling their way to the padded closet and slumping against the wall inside. "I'm not fucking crazy…" they murmured to themselves, watching from the slits in the closet door.

The man opened the door with a wide smile plastered across his face, but before he could say a word the blood-covered person on the other side stumbled in and latched onto him. X watched helplessly as their husband was torn into, his neck pouring blood within an instant. He screamed for only a few seconds before he was gone, the other person relentlessly tearing farther into his throat and clawing at his shoulder and chest.

They held a hand over their mouth, eyes wide and pricked with tears. They hated him but god, did they fucking love him too.

Amber had fetched a second bottle, X pouring the remaining contents into their cup. Who knows how many they've has so far. 

"My taste in guys os so fucking shit." They mumbled to themselves, lightly kicking the kitchen counter. "I'm such an idiot…"

Tonya and Sherry passed each other a worried glance before slowly standing up. They had debriefed X on a plethora of the things Negan has done and what his intentions with them probably were. They had stayed quiet most of the time, taking in everything they said.

"We should get back now…" Sherry cleared her throat.

"Yeah, before he notices we're gone." Tonya adds, offering X a faint smile as they look over at them.

Amber stammers to her feet and nods, humming in agreement. They watch as the 3 girls scurry out, leaving X alone with their thoughts and a glass of wine. 

They sat silently in the dimly lit room, only a small lamp turned on, slumped against the counter and nursing their glass of wine. Reflecting on every little moment they had with Negan, the alcohol did little to numb the pain. What was worst was that deep inside, some part of them straining to be heard, still wanted him. Still cared about him. They knew he was a piece of shit but god, it wasn't that simple, was it? He was more than that.. There were other parts of him, too. Different sides of him, even ones they'd yet to see. Maybe he just needed a nudge in the right direction was all…

Taking a swig before looking down at the swirling red liquid, they remembered him. A tall, looming figure with broad shoulders and a perfect jawline. The softest eyes, too. It wasn't Negan, it was him. Their Kate husband. God did they miss him, even if he had bruised them more times then they could count. 

With a heavy sigh, they downed the rest of their wine and pushed themselves off the floor. They changed into a tank and some shorts before stumbling out of their room. Their silent demeanour was lost, loud, clumsy steps ringing through the hallways as they walked. Usually they wore heavy boots, but now they wore nothing but thin socks on their feet.

Eventually making their way to the doctors office, they rasped at the door with a knuckle. Hopefully he'd be open this late. 

"Hello?" Dr Carson, as X had learned his name was, answered the door, looking down at them as they leaned helplessly on the frame.

"Yeah, uh, headache…" they croaked out, stumbling over each syllable, "I've got this damn headache.. real strong one. No, it's super bad, okay? I need like.. I need a bottle of something, okay?"

Dr Carson sighed, pinching the bridge of his bone at their clearly inebriated state. It was kind of sad. "Um, X, is it? Yeah, I don't think I can do that…" He said with a low sigh, "How about you just come back in the morning?"

X stood straighter and moved closer to him, looking at him with half-closed eyes and a small smile on their lips. "Pretty please, doc?" They drawled, tilting their head slightly. 

Dr Carson scoffed and pushed them back "How about we just get Negan and-"

He was cut off by their blood curdling scream, X turning around and slamming a fist into the wall behind them "I am NOT his fucking PET, I HATE that STUPID CUNT."

Their outburst was similar to that of a child, eyes flashing with something dark and wild. The doctor gulped and retreated into his office, shutting the door and fumbling for a walkie talkie.

A few moments of darkness passed before X lazily blinked open their eyes, now on the ground slumped against the wall they had hit. Someone was standing in front of them. Looking up, they recognised Dwight's nervous-looking face and tilted their head at him.

"Dwighty-boy," They giggled, "what're you doing here?"

Dwight sighed and helped X off the ground, guiding them through an exit door into the cool night air and sitting them on a step against the exterior wall. He sat on the ground across from them and pulled out a cigarette.

"Hey.. I want one too." X pouted, their eyes barely open.

"Yeah, sure…" Dwight passed them a lit cig before lighting his own and taking a long puff. "Someone wanted me looking out for you. And no, it wasn't Negan. I actually stopped Dr Carson in time before he could try to radio him."

X visibly flinched at the mention of Negan, eyes opening wider. They took a drag from their cigarette and sighed. "Did I freak out at someone?"

Dwight nodded and X cursed under their breath. They were still drunk but seemingly more calm now. Something about his presence was comforting, he seemed a lot more… normal then some of the others. Which, X couldn't say much about normalcy. 

"Thanks for, um, stepping in…" X mumbled with a sigh, a cloud of smoke exhaling from their lungs as they cast a sideways glance to Dwight. "I.. I don't know why I do that. Why I freak out like that sometimes. It's just… everything gets so messed up in my head."

Dwight nodded again as he took another drag of his cigarette, looking through the railing at the distant night landscape, "We've all got our demons." He replied quietly, toying with the cig between his fingers, "This world, hell, this place.. it does things to people."

"God, I'm so stupid…" X quietly said to themselves, taking another drag. They'd been avoiding getting back into smoking but hell, it's the apocalypse. Who's going to stop them?

[ask-spw-mercenary]

( Continued From Here )

Umbra was finally coming too after being out cold for so long. Just as she began opening her eyes, she saw that she was on her couch, and Tonya was covering her with some blankets. “Whaa da?”

Tonya then notices that Umbra is indeed up. A bit drowsy, but awake. “Welcome back to the world of the living.”

“T-Ta? Can I call you that?”

Tonya didn’t expect the nickname, but she welcomes it. “Umm, yes-” Tonya then soon finds Arden looming over both her and Umbra. “Should I mov-”

“Yes.” Arden says, before Tonya moves out of the way. He then goes in to check on his daughter. “Who did this?! How many bones did they break?! HOW BAD ARE YOUR INJURIES!?”

Umbra just remains quiet for a moment. “I feel like crap, and you can thank this durable shit with some black knight armor for that.” She then notices that Touya isn’t in the area. “Where’s Touya?”

“In my room, passed out once we got you two. I had Thomas patch him up, until we can call an ambulance.” That put Umbra at ease for a little bit. Still, Arden was vastly annoyed at the situation. “So I’m guessing we have a psycho in armor on the loose that did this to you and the walking lighter? Must’ve been a durable little shit, and that armor must’ve been a stand.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Because your old man is thinking right now.”

“Of what?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Arden says with a reassuring grin.

“... Dad no.” Umbra doesn’t know for certain if the armored guy is a creep or one of those enlightenment paladins that got their hands on a stand. Either way, that armor was tough, and if Touya had to run here, it obviously meant he couldn’t break through it. However her dad wasn’t Touya, and she knows that since this is a case where an enemy stand user nearly killed her, Arden might not be gentle with the attacker either way.

Tonya was unaware of that Umbra and her father were thinking, but she could sense the tension in the room. However she soon hears some knocking at the door, and taps on Arden’s shoulder, catching the mercenary’s, and Umbra’s, attention. Then the black knight busted down the door, and looks directly at all three of them. Tonya just remained quiet and in shock.

The knight then without warning, rushes over to Umbra with his blade ready, but before he could reach her and strike a hit, a bubble shaped barrier surrounded him. He then tries slashing and punching the barrier, but it didn’t crack. He was stuck.

“You ain’t getting outta that.” Arden mentions. “My stand ensured that bubble you’re in is so durable, that nothing can break it from the inside.”

“So you made this bubble, clown?” The knight asked. “I see where the witch gets her black magic from.”

“For one: don’t call my daughter a witch, and for two: what the hell do you want Monty Python?”

“I am here to do my brothers, my friends, and the world a service, and destroy a malevolent witch. Is that wron-?” The black knight then notices the bubble got a little bit smaller, and he started to feel more crammed up. That reasoning just pissed Arden off big time. Umbra isn’t a saint, but she’s still his kid, and it better than before.

Umbra notices that her father is pissed, and gets up from the couch to tap her father on the shoulder. “Dad.” Arden then looks at Umbra. “Don’t.”

“But-”

“I know, but let me handle this.” The red haired girl could hear laughing in her heard at this situation, knowing it was probably Destati laughing at her decision. Still, she turns over to the trapped black knight. “You’re one of those Enlightenment kids, aren’t you?”

The black knight is caught off guard by Umbra’s question, but keeps his cool. “So what if I am, witch?”

“Who put you up to this?”

“I put myself up to this.”

“Why? Is it because I oppose your beliefs?”

“I could care less about that.” The room immediately goes silent. “It’s because you reek of malevolence, because you attacked the Father’s father, because of the danger you present to my friends and the world we want to change. It’s one thing not to believe in god, it’s another thing to be a threat.”

Umbra’s eyes widen as she realizes what was going on here. “Do I scare you?”

The knight raises his blade from inside the bubble. “You DON’T scare me. You couldn’t even harm me if you wanted to.”

“I do scare you, not because I am capable of hurting you, but because I could wreck those other armored guys if I wanted to.” Umbra looks down at her own hands, before looking at the black knight. “You’re scared of me hurting them, aren’t you?” The black knight remains silent, which confirms her suspicions. “Listen... I know me and your armored buddies don’t get along, but they’re in a bad situation-”

“Liar...”

“Can you just listen!” Umbra yells, before continuing her train of thought. “I’m gonna let you go?”

“What?”

“What?” Tonya epps out

“WhAAAAAT?!” Arden was utterly shocked at that idea alone, especially since this guy seemed deadset on killing her. 

“I’ll let you go, and I promise you one thing. I won’t hurt you, Adam, or the other armored shitbags, ever.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“I’m honestly too beat up to fight, and I don’t want my dad possibly breaking your bones in that bubble. That and... I honestly lost a lot of my animosity towards you annoying little shits.” Umbra then looks over at Arden, who was completely dumbfounded. “Let him go.” Arden just nods and releases the knight from the bubble.

The knight is actually released by the bubble and is surprised by this. However, before he departs, he takes off his helmet, revealing just a young teenage boy with blue hair, and red eyes. “You better not be lying.” The boy then takes his leave.

After the boy leave, both Umbra and Arden just lie down on the ground, obviously relieved that actually went well. 

Meanwhile, Tonya is just confused as hell by what just happened.

Knight In Black Arc: End

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

Big Sky: 3x02 Thoughts

This episode was interesting but I had lots of thoughts:

I'm curious as to why Walt is scared of Sunny but I'm thinking maybe we got a very minute glimpse of why when she gets mad at Cormac. And I also think it's intriguing that she doesn't want Buck or Cormac to know Walt is out there. Is Buck Walt's father? Does Cormac know he has a brother? If yes on both counts, where do they think Walt is now?

So Sunny thought by singing to the backpacker as he died painfully that that helped somewhat? Weird. I could be wrong, but I don't think Sunny wants Walt to hurt anyone (besides not wanting to be put in the crosshairs)

Okay, what is it with that girl Emily? Like, stop pulling your phone out to record every little thing! She's so nosy and I don't really care for that or her to be quite honest

okay I LOVE LOVE LOVE how Cassie literally calls Beau right up at Denise's suggestion of Jenny or "Beau-Beau", like literally no hesitation

even though I would love to see Beau/Cassie as a thing, I do enjoy their friendship/partnership as well - either way they have genuine chemistry (so much more chemistry than compared to Beau/Jenny imho) and I am delighted every time I get to see it - Jensen and Kylie have an unbreakable rhythm that just works, even right down to them sharing the same space on screen - I love that she sees right through his shit and has no problem saying so

I do wonder if Beau will mention the Cormac thing to Cassie at some point; he definitely clocked that little look between them & the show made sure that we as the audience saw it just like Beau

and enter the reason Beau/Cassie will never be a thing: the whole Beau/Jenny thing they're pushing (insert eye roll here, Jenny and Beau are literally the same character, the only difference is Beau has been brought in to soften Jenny up some, if his constant prodding at her about Tonya is anything to go by, even though he's literally going through his own issues) - Elwood, Mr. Showrunner dude, you're making it so obvious: Jenny being in soft colors around Beau, always looking good (and a little softer), sometimes even matching shades of colors in certain items of clothing without full on matching; Jenny's little look when Beau mentions that Cassie called him to help her and he's going so Jenny is stuck helping Tonya; Jenny sitting on Cassie's couch next to him, shoes off, all relaxed, arms back, and looking comfortable; Beau not introducing Cassie to Emily even though she and Emily exchanged a smile; "Sounds like you two had a day." "Getting to be a thing"; every time we see Beau and Jenny walking side by side in frame, the framing itself clearly shows a pairing, matching in looks and sometimes pace (like when Beau comes back to the station from the campsite, they're literally move in sync)

The scene between Beau and Emily was sweet; he loves his daughter very much and he's struggling, a lot of jealousy with Avery (and with what happens with Avery later on in the episode, I wonder how things will play out with him and Carla when she finally comes into the mix; Jenny did say he was still in love with her back in 2x18 and he didn't deny it but confirmed it in a roundabout way)

I think it's very interesting that Emily, Avery, and the other two girls were talking about the lyrics to Alanis Morisette's "You Oughta Know", especially considering this is after Beau has left and not to mention they then discuss the missing couple

Idk much about Donno (haven't seen season 2 yet) but I find him hilarious sometimes

Yes, I may have squee'd when "Sunny" met "Beau" - yes I have a weird thing when my faves/fandoms collide...don't judge me

omg RAVI you DID NOT!!!! - yes, I know he's Luke in this show, I'm kidding, but I have to give the actor credit, it's nice to see him change it up

I now wonder what Luke and Paige's real story is and why Avery is so interested in what they're doing - is it possibly something similar or related to the case of the week story we got in this episode? Like they have this $ and someone is looking for it and "will never stop coming" for them or is it just Avery being a busybody like Emily? He seemed way too interested in that journal that appeared to be in some kind of code?

oooo why do I see a possible confrontation between Sunny and Emily in the future? "Never get between a mama bear and her cub"

the SPN easter eggs/nods: alright, this is most likely an unpopular opinion but honestly, I wasn't too crazy about them - the first one with the US Marshall and Beau saying you'd be surprised who tries to act like a fake Federal agent was an appropriately veiled nod; the second one with the salt - unnecessary. We already had one in the episode and the supernatural has nothing to do with the show or even Beau as a character. I appreciate that they want to give a nod to the possible SPN fans watching but it's not necessary more than once - this isn't Jensen's show that he's executive producing or something, this show existed before Jensen, has its own story, and I don't like it when it becomes so overt in the narrative that it takes me right out of that story - I don't see Dean or Jensen when watching Beau, I see Beau - I don't want to be reminded of either the actor or another character the actor played once upon a time, that tends to ruin the story for me and take me out of it and then I can't take it seriously - the US Marshall thing was enough - I hope they don't continue this trend

okay the first few times Beau mispronounces Poppernak's name were funny but now it's starting to get old; either pick a nickname or call the guy by his name, no more variations please

Cassie, my love, I get 20 years is a long time, especially with no recent crimes to show a pattern, but that case was worth looking into, if for nothing else to rule it out

LOVE the housewarming scene - also LOVE how Jenny brought the right gift (no offense to Beau) - though I winced when Beau got worried and Cassie says "I would have told you if I thought you should be worried" (I do wonder if that's going to come up when he has to go all "Liam Neeson" later on); my heart broke for him when he got that undelivered text back (Jensen played this scene very well, I thought he once again shined here; I am really thinking Beau's loss definitely had to do with the cartel he mentioned before and his brother; that reaction Jensen played speaks to me as not just a worried or overprotective parent but also one scared to lose their kid/anyone else & to something they can't/are helpless to protect them from)

Emily, you busybody you, here's a tip: you should have run before taking a picture after seeing the blood on him; and if for some reason you thought he was possibly hurt, why not ask him rather than taking pictures - girl needs to learn to mind her business and keep safe, she's way too nosy and that's going to get her in trouble at some point (hence the cliffhanger)

Hi Writers, me again, just a few more logistical questions:

1) How did the "drunk" get in with a needle? Isn't it standard police procedure to make sure someone is unarmed when taken into custody? How do you know the drunk didn't have a gun or a knife? Not to mention finding out an identity of said drunk?

2) if Emily is really a busybody (she is) and she likes to catch everything on her phone, wouldn't it make sense that she would have muted her snapshot sounds when taking pics on the DL? How else could she get discreet pics of any drama for her podcast? Everyone would know she was taking pictures

3) Are you telling me that Poppernak not only let Jenny run into that cell but also stood back and watched as the "drunk" tried to stab her with the needle? And she only had Donno as backup? Not to mention, when Donno yells for help before they open the cell, are you telling me that not one single officer or detective in the precinct ran to help? That they didn't hear the same sounds Jenny and Poppernak did before rushing into the room?

4) Why on earth would Avery allow Emily to go check out another trail on her own? Two people from their party are currently missing, Sunny and Buck have warned them all not to go alone anywhere and that they use a buddy system, she's sixteen and doesn't know the area nor is she an experienced backpacker nor does she have any gear with her...so why would he leave her alone?

5) Even Paul said it, do they really only send one officer/agent to take someone into Witness Protection? Especially since Beau even offered an escort, meaning he even knew that one agent is not the usual? Meaning shouldn't that have been questioned more than Beau calling to verify who she is? Especially since he sends Poppernak to follow them?

6) Alright, I know this is a little complex and tangled so I get it but if Beau found the water bottle, looking around with Cassie for this backpacker in an official capacity, how is that not brought back to the station as evidence? Especially with Beau saying to Buck and Sunny "and sometimes people make them disappear"? I get that maybe this is not an official missing persons case at this point in time, and nothing is definitive yet (like the two different tracks), but that seems weird to me, that he would let her keep it at her PI office, because once the truth comes out about the backpacker's death, that's going to be considered evidence that should have been tested (which is exactly why Beau grabs it the way he does & Cassie holds onto it the way she does, then has it in a bag) that if charges are made against a suspect, the defense can literally argue it was tampered with/collected by non-legal, non-official means

7) Why was Paul willing to go into Witness Protection right then and there if he had Camille waiting back at the cabin? I get he might have thought he didn't have a choice but how would he have gotten word to her? How would he have thought she wouldn't be found by Tonya eventually?

I enjoyed the episode, I really did. I'm glad we got some Beau and Cassie time; I enjoy their dynamic immensely. It's also nice to see Beau settling in and how it affects all of the other dynamics around them. It should get even more interesting once his ex shows up, Emily is in danger, and we find out whatever is going on with Avery.

[jawritter]

If It’s Meant To Be  Pt. 2

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Alpha in Rut, Language, Multiple Viewpoints. 

Word Count: 2K

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Beau’s POV:

“Beau, it’s been three days, maybe you should call the service I told you about. I swear to God, they have to sign an NDA, no one will even know,” Jenny pressed from her position at the front door of his little silver Airstream trailer. To respect the privacy of the Alpha, she wouldn’t go in all the way, but she’d been there at least once a day to check on him since she found out about his little problem, and he was doing nothing but getting worse and worse as the days went by. 

Alas, the man was stubborn, and no matter how much she offered to pay for an Omega to come and help him, he’d refuse. His excuse to her? It wasn’t that bad. He’s a father for Christ sakes, he’s not calling for an escort to come and help him! Her personal favorite, “prostitution is illegal Hoyte! I don’t care how fucking secretive or incognito it is!” She thought she was going to die laughing when he candidly voiced a fake, deep Alpha voice that said, “Hey babe, thanks for the help, but as soon as my knot goes down, I’ve got to take you in, seeing as you’re breaking Montana state law.”

That was three days ago though, when he was sitting fully clothed at his kitchen table, stuffing his face with one of Tonya’s Sandwiches from the diner he’d just showed up from when she’d gone looking for him at his trailer. Today, he’d not even bothered trying to get up off the couch in his little living room when she’d opened the door to find him laying shirtless, adorning a pair of gray sweats, and looking a little worse for the wear, the entire trailer, and about a mile up the road really, wreaking of an Alpha in rut. 

“I’ll be fine Hoyte,” Beau insisted, barely even looking over to see her standing there at the door, watching him with concern etched into her pretty features. It was too bad she wasn’t an Omega, because honestly, Beau wouldn’t have minded riding this rut out with her, but seeing as she was an Alpha, he thought it best not to risk it. It wasn’t unheard of for Alpha’s to pair up to ride out a rut, but it also wasn’t unheard of for those situations getting out of hand, and someone getting hurt. “It’s only been three days, sometimes these things can last up to a week, you know that.”

“That’s true, but on the third day I’m at least able to get up and walk around and fucking function. You look horrible.” 

Beau growled a warning deep in his throat as he sat up suddenly. 

“I said I’m fucking fine!” Beau insisted. “Just like I told Cassie last night, this is the first rut I’ve had since the divorce! I knew it would be bad if I ever had one, I’m perfectly prepared to ride this out! I don’t want my daughter reading on social media about how her dad was arrested for hiring a Goddamn prostitute because he wasn’t man enough to fucking handle a rough rut!”

“Beau, no one is gonna find out if you ask someone for help! If you won't use the Omega service then go to the doctor and get some medication, please!” Jenny argued, taking a step towards the fuming Alpha, the Alpha in her unable to back down from a challenge. Even though she understood where he was coming from, that didn’t stop her from being less worried, or either of the pair any less bullheaded. 

Beau ran his hand harshly down his face and pulled at his hair in frustration. This wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. The universe must hate him, that’s the only reason this is happening to him, he was convinced of it. He just had to fall into a rut, now of all fucking times. 

“I promise if it hasn’t let up in a few days, then I will make an appointment with the doctor, but right now, I’m fine, I swear it, you and Cassie can just calm the fuck down,” Beau’s muffled voice said as he flopped back down face first onto the pillow that he’d been laying on the couch a moment ago. 

Jenny stared at him for a moment, debating on pulling a gun on him and making him go to the ER with her right now, but she had a feeling that, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, if Beau wanted to, he could kick her ass, and neither of them would get anywhere. 

“Do you know what happened, what triggered it? You said this is the first one you’ve had since your wife left you. What caused it to happen now?” Jenny inquired and Beau looked up at her, guilt written all over his handsome face. 

“You know that pretty little Omega that works as a waitress for Toyna at her diner? I think it was her. I think she triggered my rut.”

Y/N’s POV:

“Y/N!” Donno yelled once more from behind her, and she nearly jumped out of her apron before she turned around to face him, still somewhat stunned, and holding the rag she was using to clean the table off that Beau had been sitting at the night before. Which had led her thoughts to Beau, which is what had her stopped in her tracks, staring off into the void,.. Again… Probably for about the fifth time just that morning.

“Are you okay hun?” Tonya asks from her seat at the table as Donno hands Y/N the refills for the ketchup bottles so that she could finish her rounds through the small diner and stalks off. “You’ve seemed off for the past three days?”

“Yeah,” Y/N insisted with a shake of her head as she forced herself to walk away from the table and start refilling the bottles at the table across from her. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Donno ever so bluntly pointed out. “You seem like you’re pinning over Beau more than you're focused on working.”

“Subtitle Donno,” Tonya voiced through tight lips. 

“I don’t do subtitles, it’s better to just do like a band aid, rip it off. Get it all out there,” Donno said as he rounded the corner of the counter to go back to his hiding place in the kitchen. 

“Sorry,” Y/N continues, choosing to ignore the brooding, stranger Alpha. Donno was usually in a horrible mood in the morning, apparently today would be no exception. “It’s just…you know what, I really don’t know what it is,” Y/N admitted as Tonya patted the seat across from her, inviting her to sit down. “Normally, I wouldn’t even have noticed I think, but Beau usually comes in every day for lunch, and it’s been three days since he’s shown up again, and for some stranger, stupid, maybe hormonal reason, it has me worried about it. I can’t help it.”

Tonya nodded as she closed her laptop. “Maybe you can give him a call, just check on him, see how he’s doing, settle your nerves a little if nothing else. Beau is an Alpha, even if he is probably the strangest Alpha I’ve ever seen, normally they all have one thing in common. They like attention from Omega’s, so I doubt he’d be angry if you called to check on him.”

Y/N blushed deeply at the thought of even picking up the phone to call him, and at what the thought of his deep, husky voice sent her insides to doing, or at what she might have done last night thinking about said voice, just to be able to calm herself down enough to even get some sleep. But no one needed to know that, especially Beau. 

“I don’t know,” Y/N said, “I mean, he’s hardly ever even looked my way, and when he did, he ran away as fast as he could. Donno thinks I’m the one who’s triggered his rut, but honestly, it looks like if I’d been the Omega that did that, he would have come back for me, and he hasn’t.”

Tonya nodded as she turned to watch Jenny pull up in Pop’s red van, her own old truck still out of commission and Beau not being around, it seemed the most appropriate choice of borrowed vehicles apparently. 

“Just think about it, okay? I promise, it might make you feel better,” she offered as Y/N stood to get ready to take the woman’s order that was making her way to the door. 

Y/N chose not to respond, instead, she was quite ready to get away from this horribly embarrassing conversation, and she was kinda glad Jenny decided to pop in when she did. A literal, ‘saved by the customer’, moment.

In fact, seeing as Jenny hated Tonya so much, it was stranger for the female to show up the more she thought about it, and it was strange enough to have Donno even creeping out of the kitchen again. 

“Good morning,” Y/N attempted to greet her as Jenny opened the door and looked around the restaurant in clear disgust, most likely at the cold that was coming from the table Tonya occupied, and the kitchen door where Donno stood staring like a fucking creeper. “Can I take your order?”

“I’m not here to eat,” Jenny said, which made Donno walk out of the kitchen door to stand beside Y/N to glare at Jenny in what was supposed to be a threatening matter, but really, he just looked mildly confused and constipated all at the same time in a very, Donno, almost enduring way. “I need to talk to you about Beau, if you have a minute.”

“Beau? What’s wrong with him?” Y/N said, her voice laced with sudden worry that seemed to boil over out of her stomach, into her chest, and out of her mouth.

“Well,” Jenny stated as If Donno wasn’t still staring holes through her. “He came in here about three days ago and you triggered his rut, he’s not doing too well with it either.”

Before she could even open her mouth to respond, or even formulate a response, because honestly, her brain suddenly turned to mush as soon as the words were out of the blonde’s mouth. It was one thing for Donno to say it, it was another when Jenny said it. It was almost as if it made it more real, Donno jumped into the conversation head of her. 

“So, if she did trigger his rut it’s Beau’s Omega, and his right to come and collect her if he wants her, not you.”

Jenny snarled at the Alpha in disgust, almost trying to decide if he was worth a response or her time, and clearly deciding he was not, as she turned back to face Y/N. 

“Beau, he’s not your average Alpha, and there’s no way in hell he’d come in here to collect you like some caveman. He’s just not like that,” she passed another death glare in Donno’s direction before focusing her gaze back on Y/N, who was standing there still stunned, and unable to formulate a coherent sentence as her mind raced around what was being told to her. 

“Listen, he doesn’t even know I’m here.” Jenny pointed out. “But he is my friend, and he’s not going to get past this on his own. I can’t make you go to him, just like I can’t make him come and collect you or go to the hospital. I am asking you to consider going to see him, just see what happens, and then you can say you tried. You must be on suppressants, because I can’t even scent you, but for some reason he could. Which means it’s likely, you might be his true mate. Y/N, Beau’s a good man, and he’s been alone for a long time, he deserves someone who’s gonna take care of him for once. Someone that actually cares. I know you can’t scent him or sense what he’s sensing, but if you go to him, talk to him, maybe even give him a chance, it might be what keeps him from going feral.”

Jenny turned on her heels and made her way quickly towards the door. Y/N watched in stunned silence before turning to look at Donno, who was watching her just as intently. 

“Looks like the ball is in your court Omega,” Donno said after a moment, “what are you gonna do?”

Y/N’s head felt as if it were spinning. She didn’t know what to do. Everything in her wanted to run to him, but there was a part of her, not a small one either, that was afraid he’d reject her on the spot, and she couldn’t handle that. Not at all. 

But the nagging little voice in her head, the one that screamed take a chance, just wouldn’t let go. If something happened to Beau because she was scared to go to him, when he was too stubborn to go to her, she’d never forgive herself, and the longer she stood there, that nagging little voice got harder and harder to ignore. 

“I guess… I guess I’m going to go see him,” she answered, even unsure herself if she was making the right decision, but the more she thought about it, the more certain she became. “If he can’t come to me, I’m gonna go to him. Then the ball will be in his court.”

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[kriskalutz]

Rest in Peace Sable Demure. I wish I could say a lot about you, but we've been so busy with all the Vampire stuff and everything else that you've kinda just... done your own thing with the cats. We never got a chance to even start training you. You were an excellent boy regardless.

Look at Penny in the background. She's realized how close she came to meeting the same fate and she doesn't like it.

Sable Demure - Elder Male Shetland Sheepdog, Died of Old Age

Traits: Couch Potato / Sleuth / Smart

Tonya: It'll be ok Penny. You don't have to worry about that anymore. We'll go somewhere where you don't have to worry about death anymore.

And so Tonya and Penny move out on her Young Adult birthday, with both the death of her mom and her dog are still in her mind. And Yuki's Vampirism but let's be honest everything else kind of took her thunder today.

[fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat]

Romeo And Juliet (Or Some Other Romantic Shit Like That) Ch. 3

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Series Description: The Saturday night slot at The Hideout is open, and Corroded Coffin thought they were a shoo-in. When it goes to a different band, however, Eddie becomes more than a little distracted by their pretty bassist.

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Chapter Description: Try as you might, you just can't stop thinking about that guitarist with the long hair.

Warnings: Alcohol, smoking, language

Word Count: 1514

Notes: I'm not gonna lie I almost forgot to post this lol. I don't love this one but I promise it's gonna pick back up in full force next week so just stay with me I promise you won't regret it

“For what it’s worth,” you said, standing up and walking over to where Eddie stood just outside the door frame. “I’ve heard you play. I don’t think you're a shit musician.”

“You don’t?” Eddie asked in response. He seemed relieved to hear that you were a little less high and mighty than your lead singer was.

“Nah,” you sighed. “I actually think you’re pretty fuckin’ good.”

You shut the door after you said it, and you were left stranded alone in the green room of The Hideout with nothing but the crusted old couch and scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke to comfort you. 

Why wasn’t he as angry as his band mates? (Granted, he did get there eventually; Tonya’s penchant for pissing people off made sure of that.) Why did he look at you like he’d just seen a ghost? And why, why did you have to go and gush to him about how good you thought he was?!

It was the truth; you did think his playing was pretty fuckin’ good. You weren’t necessarily a fan of the genre, but you knew talent when you heard it, and he definitely had some. 

It didn’t help that you kept getting distracted by his big, brown, baby cow eyes, though.

You planted yourself back onto the couch and dropped your head into your hands. Was the trembling from Tonya’s outburst, or the fact that you couldn’t get that stupid boy’s stupid face out of your stupid thoughts? You couldn’t tell. 

You let out a sigh and continued to gather your gear as you heard the greenroom door open again, this time much slower and less angry. Harriette walked through the doorway with a sympathetic look gracing her striking face. 

“She’s calmed down a little,” Harriette said. “Left her out there to finish her cigarette.”

“Cool. Good,” you muttered. You grabbed the pack of makeup wipes and began to remove your eyeliner, though it was putting up quite the fight as you attempted to scrub it off. Harriette let out a small sigh, so quiet you almost hadn’t heard it. You ask in response, “what?”

“You need to stop lettin’ her treat you like that!” Harriette said. “I get that it’s been off between you two since-”

“Yeah. I know.” You cut her off, not wanting to hear the lecture or relive the moment she was referring to. 

“You're the queen of pretending to be fine,” Harriette said as she sat down on the couch beside you. “So don’t sue me for trying to make sure you’re okay.”

“I am okay,” you said. You were lying through your teeth, you knew it, but the thought of having to explain yourself made your stomach drop. You didn’t want to seem weaker than your lead singer (even though you absolutely thought that you were), you didn’t want to seem fragile, and you definitely didn’t want anyone to hear the thoughts rolling through your head about Eddie fucking Munson, of all people. 

You and the girls had seen Corroded Coffin play a few times before; the music scene in Hawkins was small, and they were one of the few bands that you actually liked watching perform. You’ve never been huge into metal, but they were all fantastic musicians who knew how to throw a damn good show, theatrics and all. They had played at The Hideout’s Halloween Witch’s Brew Bash last year (half off beers if you showed up in costume), and you’ll never forget the Dracula makeup Eddie had sported on stage, complete with white face paint and at least a pint or two of fake blood dousing his clothes. He even had little plastic fangs in that left him with a barely noticeable lisp as he sang, and a rubber Halloween store toy bat that he’d filled with even more fake blood and flung into the crowd at the end of the set (which, for a split second, you did think was an actual dead bat). It was over the top, and a little bit absurd, but it worked for them perfectly. It worked for him perfectly.

As if on queue, as if her jealousy could read your thoughts, Tonya waltzed back through the door. Harriette gave her an expectant look, and they seemed to have their own silent argument of glances above you. Tonya relented in the end.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” she said to you with a sigh, her eyes boring holes into your own. If it was anyone else, you would have assumed that they were psyching you out, but Tonya’s odd natured staring didn’t seem out of place on her. She continued, though you could sense the half heartedness of her sentiment. “And you’re right. I didn’t need to cross the line like that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tonya,” Jessa said as she walked into the greenroom once more, envelope in hand. “I can’t recall a single time you crossed the line in an argument.”

The four of you laughed at Jessa’s sarcasm, and the levity was a welcome distraction from the tension in the air. You continued to pack all of the various things you had all strewn across the room over the course of the night, and the money was split the four ways.

“How much of an asshole was Marty about it tonight?”

“Eh, I’d say a solid six out of ten,” Jessa said as she tossed the now empty envelope into the trash. “Could’ve been a lot worse.”

If Tonya was the pitbull of Seductress, all teeth and muscle, Jessa was the black cat. Her aggression was much calmer and more pointed, only coming out when she felt it was required. She was level headed and much better at handling situations gone awry than Tonya was. It may look like Tonya was the one you’d want on your side in a fight, but if you had to, you’d choose Jessa for your team any day. 

You and Jessa were the founding members of Seductress; you’d grown up together. Harriette joined a year or two after you and Jessa started playing together in her mom’s basement; her family had just moved to town for her mother’s lab tech job, and her fate had been sealed when you met at the record store downtown and both bought copies of Sonic Youth’s Confusion Is Sex (Plus Kill Yr. Idols). Tonya was the last addition to the group, joining up in maybe the most Tonya fashion possible. You, Jessa, and Harriette were being catcalled by a gaggle of football players in the high school lunchroom and, while your initial plan was to just ignore them until the bell rang, Tonya came right up to their table and punched the star quarterback square in the jaw. She was a member of the band from that moment forward. 

You and Jessa now shared a dingy little apartment together, just like you’d imagined when you were kids (though your childhood fantasy definitely didn’t include the various pest infestations or constant burst pipes in your very old apartment building).

It was well past three in the morning by the time you and Jessa made your way back home. Jessa dramatically flopped onto the couch as you locked the door and sighed.

“God, I’m exhausted,” she groaned as she toed off her shoes. “Why did we decide this is what we wanted to do again?”

“For all the hot guys and free drinks, obviously.” You dropped your backpack onto the floor, deciding to deal with it tomorrow, and pulled two beers out of the fridge before going and plopping down next to Jessa. You handed her one of the cans.

“Oh, right.” Jessa opened her can with a hiss. “Duh.”

The pair of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, just happy to have a clean carpet under your feet, as opposed to the crunchy one that lined The Hideout’s greenroom. From behind half lidded eyes, Jessa turned to you before getting up to toss the now empty can, shower, and sleep for twelve hours straight.

“I’d say we did pretty good tonight, Red,” she said, using her friendly nickname for you and your artificial red hair. It had initially been the result of an unfortunate at home bleaching accident in ninth grade, but you actually didn’t mind it, so you chose to keep dying it the candy apple red after all these years.

“Yeah,” you said, eyes slipping shut for just a moment before you opened them again and shot a smile at Jessa. “Me, too.”

After you and Jessa had both showered and changed into clean pajamas, it had to have been at least four thirty in the morning. Thank god you had nowhere to be tomorrow. You were out cold pretty much the moment your head hit the pillow, and as you closed your eyes, the image of Eddie, with his fluffy hair and chocolate eyes, flashed into your mind. 

You had a sinking feeling Eddie was going to be a bit of a problem for you.

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