#and I’ve added a few of those l’s and b’s if you catch my drift so I’m like oh my god

[doublesidedgemini]

tw: you know the drill

When you’re feeling :( about your bod and then you want a snack but you don’t eat the snack and then feel :) about your bod

[millers-planet]

Cal Kestis NSFW Alphabet

A/N: literally what am i doing writing this. i have tests i should be studying for. jfc this took so long to write, too.

warnings: self-explanatory

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cal definitely wants to just hold you, he wants to talk about anything and everything with you. He’ll plant kisses on your lips and on the top of your head as you fall asleep, if you do. If you want a little bit of space, so be it. But if it was up to him, he’d just lay there for hours and talk to you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Thighs! I’ve talking about this briefly in my other NSFW headcanon, but he really does love your thighs. He will always have a hand on them, always. He loves being between your thighs, whether that’s his head, hips, or hand.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’d prefer to finish inside of you, if he could and if it was possible. It makes less of a mess and being inside of you is the best feeling to him. Whether it’s in your mouth or in your pussy is entirely up to you. He’s a simple man with simple needs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s had fantasies of just watching you get yourself off. Doesn’t matter if it’s having you do it in front of him or if it’s watching you when you’re not aware of him watching. For some reason, this just strikes a nerve in him. Seeing your perfect body in that state from a farther view means everything to him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Cal isn’t that experienced in this part of the relationships. While he is a quick learner, he hasn’t had any experience, which is what shocks you when you two decide to do it for the first time. He definitely hides his inexperience well. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

The classic missionary or you on top of him, riding him. He prefers these because seeing your face as you reach climax is what get’s him off the most. Knowing that he did that, that he’s causing you such pleasure in that very moment. This is him being narcassitic or anything, but he can safely say that he caused this moment by himself, all him. If anything, it gives him reassurance.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Unless someone says something stupid or something stupid happens, he’s fairly relaxed. He’s neither serious or goofy, rather a safe middle-ground. Sometimes if you make a snide remark, he’ll make a funny one in return. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Cal keeps himself as groomed as he can, when he can. This being said, sometimes it is a little bit longer, but he never prefers it like this. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is constantly praising you. Complimenting you, kissing you, running his hands along your body, and just being very physically affection and intimate. I’m like 98% confident he totally has a praising kink.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Before stumbling across you, he wouldn’t masturbate as much, simply because he didn’t have the time, but he definitely did. However, whenever he met you, he made the time to be as intimate as possible with you. Cal will always find an excuse to get you two alone if it’s been awhile and one if you is antsy.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Like I brought up in the other HC, he probably would choke you. Not entirely adding pressure and restricting bloodflow, but resting his hand on your throat, occasionally moving his fingers to readjust his grip and remind you of his presence there. Unless you tell him to add pressure, he wouldn’t do it on his own.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In private and in a bed. At risk for being caught is a total mood killer for him. When he can get you alone in the Mantis, it’s relieving and the best. When he can just ensure a private time, no interruptions, no one coming in, and nothing in the way.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you happy and carefree puts him in the mood. Whenever it’s just the two of you, not focusing on the impending doom lurking ahead, it makes him just want to hold you so close and do everything he can with you. It’s quite romantic, really.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you is something he would never do. Making you bleed, bruising you, etc., is just stuff that would turn him off. Seeing you in pain, even if it was pleasurable, just doesn’t sit right with him. Choking you is already toeing the line.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’s always been a selfless person if you catch my drift. Eating you out and feeling your legs shake around his body is something he can never get enough of, either. Cal caught onto this skill quicker than anything else, which really caught you off guard.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends. Cal definitely prefers to just savor the moment, but, if adrenaline is rushing and your both just really asking for it, it could be fast and rough. Most of the time though, it’s slow and sensual, really sweet moments.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Like i said earlier, he prefers for you guys to take your time. However, if Cere and Greez are on their way back or went off to do something, he would be okay with doing a quickie every once in a while.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Cal loves experimenting with you. Trying new styles, maybe some kinky stuff, but usually not that often since you guys don’t really have time to do it that often, anyways. Risks at being caught are also something he tries to avoid at all costs, but we’ve already covered this.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Tbh i feel like he could go quite a few rounds, but most of the time you guys would be lucky to get like two in. Cal always makes you first priority though, making sure that you always finish first if time does get cut short.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don’t really have much to say on this other than that he prefers to get you off with his own body, making you finish with another object is something he’d try if you wanted to, but his first choice is to always use his hands, his mouth, his cock, or hell, maybe even having you get off from just riding his thighs. (yup i now firmly believe Cal is into thigh-riding)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cal is the BIGGEST little shit. In theory, if you guys had all the time in the galaxy, he’d tease the shit out of you. He’d touch you so gently, dragging kisses out, dragging out movements, and just getting on your last nerve. He would love to just have you melt underneath him when you beg, but since this isn’t really an option, he’ll instead make snide and dirty remarks throughout the day. He’ll barely graze your skin where it’s super sensitive, make kisses last a little longer than they should, and overall making you really desperate for him by the time you two can be alone. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s just barely loud enough for you to hear, it’s never loud moans and groans, just quiet little grumbles in the back of his throat. As he gets closer to finishing, he gets a little louder, not by much, but just a little.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thigh-riding. Yes. yes. yes. If he was being a little shit one night and was in the mood to tease you, he’d force you to get off from riding his thighs alone. Occasionally, he’d bounce it or move it align with your movements, but it’d be mainly up to you. He would just stare at your hips as they moved so perfectly and watching your face change as you slowly got yourself off.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I don’t really think there’s any special about him in this aspect, he’s quite average. In no way is he lacking though, he’s packing, but just the average amount of packing.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He could go whenever, but it’s usual after intense missions or after just dying probably. Just whenever he has a lot of adrenaline is what really makes him want to get going.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it was a long day, he’d fall asleep a few minutes after. However, if you wanted to stay up, he’d talk your ear off. Like i said earlier, if he’s gonna stay up with you, he’s gonna want to just talk to you about everything. This man is in love wit you, he has so much to say and so little time.

[marissaofunderground]

The Halloween Ball Event, Day 1

[A/N: I’m going to be writing my entries, since I’ve been drawing so much, and with Halloween a week away, writing will be faster, as well as allowing me to tell more of the story. I’ve already drawn some Halloween ball-related art prior to this event, I’ll reblog those when I get to those days as well as add more of a narrative. This event is being hosted by @werewolfpopstar.]

The sun was setting over Inkwell City, the heart of Isle 3. Autumn leaves blew in the crisp breeze as they let go of the branches of their trees, scattering carelessly to the ground below. Dead leaves littered the parks, sidewalks, and the streets. Children played in the fallen leaves as small animals hid beneath them, gathering food for the oncoming winter.

Leaves blew past the door of an office building as it opened for a group of employees who were off work for the evening. Each member was unique in appearance - from a human male to a talking peacock, a plant-like woman to a man whose head was a street lamp. This was Inkwell, where anything could be anyone - and anyone could be anything.

“...and with that, have a good night, everyone,” the Peacock said as the group of office workers stepped out the door and onto the sidewalk.

“Goodnight!” chimed in the plant woman. “Get home safely, and I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“You too,” said the man. “Have a good night.”

“Yeah,” nodded the lamp-man. “See you tomorrow too. Goodnight, then.”

The lamp man waved goodbye as the office workers parted ways for the evening. Hands in his pockets, he went in the direction of the nearest bus stop. A chilly wind nipped his glass face as the city around him began to darken and the lights of the stores and businesses around him grew brighter. Having reached the end of the street, the bus stop sign standing proudly, the lamp-man took a seat on the bench next to it when he heard a female voice ask:

“Lewis?”

The lamp turned upon hearing his name. Approaching him was a rosy maple moth woman, his girlfriend.

“Rosie! Didn’t expect to see you here,” Lewis exclaimed.

“Surprise,” Rosie said with a smile. “I decided to come out here to see you rather than wait for you at home,” the moth explained. “Because I got something to ask you about, and I thought we’d talk about it now, what do you think?”

“It’s not serious, is it?” asked Lewis with concern.

“No, no, it’s exciting, actually,” Rosie began to drop the news when the bus came to bring them home. Taking his hand, the couple got on board and paid their fare, gripping the hand-rails of the crowded bus as it started up again on its way.

“Well, as you know, it’s ball season,” Rosie continued, “and there’s many places holding them for Halloween next week. One of these is also running a haunted house as a part of the ball. Would you like to go to that one? If not, there are others.”

“Oh, uh, a haunted house?” Lewis wasn’t sure. He wasn’t the type who enjoyed a scare for fun like Rosie did, but he knew she had fun at them, and it was always good business for the Monster people.

“Um, sure, we could go. I might stay in the ball, but if you want me to come with you, that’s fine.”

“You do what makes you comfortable,” said Rosie. “The haunted house is just an option, there’s plenty of other things to do. Dancing, food, drinks...”

“Yeah, you’re right,” nodded Lewis. “So where is this place?”

“I believe it was called Maryland’s Haunted House? I’ve got the ad for it clipped out on the kitchen counter, we can look it over when we get home, k?”

“That sounds good,” agreed Lewis. The bus had screeched to a halt once more and the couple got off at their stop. It was even darker now and Lewis’ head lit their way back to their apartment.

~~~~~~

After they got back home, they read over the advertisement for the ball. It had the address and the time, listing all the exciting things the ball had to offer, as well as the dress code.

“So, you want to go to this one?” Lewis asked.

“Do you?” Rosie asked in return.

“How about it, then?” Lewis nodded and set down the ad. “I’ll be alright, regarding the haunted house.”

“Okay, my sweet.” Rosie kissed her love on the cheek. “I’m gonna start dinner now.” She flitted off to the kitchen and got started.

~~~~~~

The couple were going together, they knew that much. But they also considered some of their friends. Later that evening, Rosie decided to call some friends of theirs to see if they were interested in going.

“I’d l-l-love to,” replied Moanique, a teenage zombie who worked as an engineer for the Phantom Express when she wasn’t attending high school, “b-but Shelley and I are going to the Halloween dance h-h-held at our school.”

“Oh, you have fun!” said Rosie, knowing full well how school dances were an experience that wouldn’t last. She at least hoped that her young friend would enjoy her dance more than she ever enjoyed any she went to when she was Moanique’s age.

“Thank you, w-we will,” Moanique’s voice rang from the other end of the phone. After she hung up, Rosie decided to call Lady Luck, a rather strange friend of theirs who was harder to get ahold of due to where she lived and worked.

“You’ve reached the Devil’s Casino,” an impish voice squeaked on the other end. “I’m Delilah, your receptionist, is there anybody you’d like to speak to?”

“Delilah? Delilah Demon? It’s me, Rosie!”

The little demon perked up at the sound of the Moth’s voice on the other end. “Rosie! I don’t think I’ve seen you since that beach trip over the summer! How’s you, and Lewis?”

“Oh, just great, how have you been? We’re calling to ask if you and Luck would be interested in Maryland’s Haunted House ball this Halloween?”

“That’d be fun, but I think my dad wants me here for his own ball. Luck’s gotta be there too, she’s part of the staff and all.”

“A Halloween ball in the casino? Sounds like a good time!”

“Yeah, if you’re a heavy sinner,” Delilah giggled. “Besides, I don’t think Luck wants to hypnotize any friends of hers when she sings.”

“Fair point,” said Rosie. “Well, tell us all about it! I’d love to come, but I know you’d rather we stay safe.”

“Me and Luck both!” Delilah agreed. “My dad’s almost had your soul once, let’s not have it happen again.”

“Right,” whispered Rosie, remembering that one time. She shook her head. “Hope to see you and Luck some other time then.”

“Yeah! Catch up with ya later! Have fun at your ball, Rosie!”

“Thank you, you too, bye.” The girls hung up, and Rosie sighed, disappointed but understanding about their friends. Different people were going to different balls, but it was the season, after all.

~~~~~~

“So, how’d it go? Anybody coming with us?” asked Lewis as they got ready for bed.

“‘Fraid not,” sighed Rosie. “Second year in a row, and our friends got their own balls to go to.”

“It is what it is,” Lewis reassured her as they got into bed. “We can’t go to the one Luck works at, but when Moanique and her friends graduate, they’re always welcome to join us. That’s only a few years away.”

Rosie giggled. “I wonder what her friends would think of us, two people in their late 20s, possibly our early 30’s by then, hanging out with them,”

“They’d probably get over it eventually,” pondered Lewis. “The older you get, the more age becomes just a number.”

“Very true,” Rosie yawned. “At least we’re going somewhere together.” She cuddled into him, enjoying the feeling of his warmth and embrace, returning the gesture with her four arms. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she felt his fingers massaging the base of her wings. She would drift off to sleep in no time.

“Mmh......goodnight.......”

“Night, love.”

[banditthewriter]

Impossible Year - Billy Russo - 9

Proof that I seriously have ZERO IMPULSE CONTROL... here ya go darlings! 

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Enjoy!

*****

September

"Oh honey," your mom said as she looked over the candle you had bought her on your vacation, "it's beautiful. And perfect timing because I just finished the last one you brought." It was tradition that you brought her a candle after your vacations. You brought your dad some salt water taffy that he probably shouldn't have, but you weren't about to deprive him of something he loved. Both of your parents were sitting in their small apartment and you felt your shoulders tense as they gave each other a look. "What is it?" Was it your dad's health? Did the assisted living facility have a problem with them living together? It had been a problem to get them an apartment that they could share, but you would do whatever you had to. They'd been married forty years; no way you were going to let them get separated now. "Honey, we're worried about you. We know that you've been busting your ass trying to make things work out with you in the house and us here, but we don't want you to not have time for yourself. It's been a long time since we've seen you happy." Guilt flooded through you as you sagged a bit. You didn't want your parents to think that they were a burden to you. "Things will settle down soon," you promised as you moved over to sit on the coffee table across from them. "You guys are here and things are settled. I'll be caught up with everything at work. Who knows, maybe I'll start looking for a job where I don't have to commute so much." It wasn't likely that you'd find one close to the house but it wasn't impossible. Just meant you'd have to look a lot harder. "We don't want you to be tied to that house sweetheart. It wasn't fair of me to ask you to take it on on your own," your mom said simply with a shake of her head. "I was being selfish because of how many memories we made in that house but the truth is that it isn't where your brother's memories are, is it? His memories are in here." She tapped her chest before she reached over and grabbed your dad's hand. "What are you saying mom?" "I'm saying that if you want to sell it and move somewhere else, we would support you." You could find a better job in the city, one that used your degree and that paid better. You wouldn't have to commute so far each day. But it would also mean being away from your parents more. "I'll keep it in mind," you said honestly. It wasn't something you needed to decide right then. But you did want to address something else that they had said. "But about what you said about me having time for myself and being happy? Well, I did something for myself and I think it could be something that makes me happy." Your parents looked interested and you took a deep breath before you started your story. You had a feeling that it would take a lot of explaining. And you really weren't sure how your dad was going to take the fact that Billy was a Marine. ------ Billy had said that he would be unreachable for a week, but it had been over two weeks without anything from him. You were still sending emails just like before but you hadn't heard back yet. Every day that went by without a response, you tried not to let your mind go to the dark place. The place that remembered the phone call from your father as he told you that Evan was gone. You were back to the realization that you wouldn't know if something had happened to Billy. Would Frank reach out to you? Would he even know how to? Was there someone you could contact to check? Billy had told you that he didn't have a family outside of Frank. Would it be too stalkerish for you to try to find Frank's family? Yeah, that would probably be a bit too much. Maybe as a last resort. The more you thought about it, the more you worked yourself into a panic. Every moment was another where you weren't sure if he was safe or not. You didn't want to feel like this, but the mere thought of not having Billy in your life hurt worse. You would go through a thousand days of this if it meant he would be okay. Just as you were starting to wonder how long you should wait before you started stalking Frank's family, you checked your email and found a new one from Billy that had been received while you were sleeping. Subject: I'm back. I'm sorry, I know I worried you. It was bad but that's war. If you're available later, want to Skype? I'd like to see you. He gave you a time that he'd be back on the computer and you were counting down the hours. He was back and he was safe, but you wouldn't settle until you could see for your own eyes that he wasn't hurt. As the clock ticked down, you sat in front of the computer and waited. You had tried to make sure that you didn't look as worried and tired as you felt. You didn't want him to be worried about you just then. The sound of the call coming through made you jump. You quickly accepted it and waited for the image to clear itself up. A gasp was out of your mouth before you could stop it. Half of Billy's face was bruised, a scrape at his hairline. His face was pale and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. You tried to focus on the fact that he was there, he was safe, but you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes without your permission. "I'm sorry," you said miserably as you wiped at your eyes, feeling ridiculous. "I'm so sorry. I don't know why I'm crying." "It's okay," he said softly, his voice tense even as he looked at you with as much care as possible with half a face covered in bruises. "I'm okay Y/N. I’m in one piece." This time, you thought as you tried to sniff back your tears. Next time he might not be as lucky. You swallowed down the hard truth of it and buried your face in your hands. Your body was wracked with dry sobs that you tried to muffle, your ears picking up the sound of him trying to soothe you over the video. When you looked back up at him, he had a small smile on his lips. It looked like it hurt for him to do even that much, but it was as if he couldn't help it. Your heart was thudding painfully in your chest as you looked at him and you nodded to yourself before you spoke. "I want you safe. I want you safe and to be able to come home. Promise me that you'll do whatever you can to come home." More than want it, you needed it. You didn't think you could handle another loss. Billy's smile tugged a little more and you felt your breath catch as his eyes seemed to meet yours on the screen. "If I've got you to come home to, why wouldn't I try?" ------ Billy ended the call with Y/N with a smile on his lips. She had been a mess at the beginning but by the end, she was smiling at him and promising that she'd email him as soon as they both got some rest. His declaration about coming home to her seemed to calm some of her fears. It had been close, but he kept that from her. She didn't need to be faced with the truth of war more than she already was. He knew that she had lost her brother and that she missed him. He didn't want to be another person that she had to miss. Frank met him at their cots. He had called Maria to tell her that he was okay, had talked to the kids and told them that he loved them. Billy had passed along his own hellos before he had gone to the computers. Billy settled down on his cot, moving his jaw from side to side. "How you doin'?" Frank grunted as he rotated his shoulder. They were both bruised beyond belief after that last clusterfuck. They had lost two guys, but had been successful in the long run. And as long as they continued to be successful, they'd continue to be put out on those types of missions. "Maria says she's glad we're both okay. Think the kids didn't realize we were radio silent at least. I hate when all three of 'em are worried about me. Least Maria didn't cry until the kids were out of earshot." Billy nodded a bit as he thought back to the video with Y/N. He didn't like that she cried, but he did like that she cared. Neither of them had used feeling words, but he knew that she cared. He wasn't used to having someone care for him like that and it gave him a strength he didn't know he needed. "Y/N cried," he said casually, rolling his head to watch Frank's eyes grow wide. "What? Didn't think someone would cry over me besides you?" "No, I'm surprised that you sound so damn pleased about that. Jesus Bill, she was probably a mess these few weeks." Wasn't that the truth. "I'm not happy that she was crying man, I'm not that much of an asshole. I'm happy that she cared enough to cry." That didn't make him sound much better, but he knew that Frank would understand what he was saying. And indeed Frank did. He held his fist out across the distance between them and Billy laughed as he bumped his fist against Frank's. "Here's to having someone to go home to," Frank said as he settled down in his cot, closing his eyes for what felt like the first time in over two weeks. Billy hesitated for a moment before he did the same. When he closed his eyes, all he saw was her face as he drifted off to sleep.

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connections.

F a m i l i a l/F a m i l i a l Like

N I A LOVELIS 👭

What bond is as strong as that of sisters? Rena would happily say not a single one in the world, when asked about her older sibling. She very much so, places the science of success in any of her personal, or public endeavors, in the hands of her older sister. Although the two are most often pushing each others buttons, cracking jokes and arguing over who’s going to pay for coffee; on a rare occasion, you’ll find them being sincerely sweet to one another and offering support.

“My sweet, devoted counterpart, we catch each other shooting stars. However close, however far. Whatever’s mine is ours”

M A T T H E W MUSTO

Bear has been like a brother to Rena every since they met in group therapy a few years ago. He knows her well, and she returns that favor. Other than Nia, he was the first person that Rena ever really felt loved and supported her, for whatever she was on any given day. However, he was a horrible influence on her early on in their relationship. He introduced her to drugs, and although Bear isn’t solely responsible for getting Rena into drinking, he was the first falling pebble before the avalanche. During Bear’s own brush with death, and faced with the possibility of losing each other, the two slept together; (This may have caused a relationship that Rena was in at the time to fall apart.) After he came out of it all alright, their own relationship returned to the way it’d been before. However, Rena will no longer drink with him. These days, she’s lying to him more often than not. When it comes down to who’s unhealthy, they could bicker for hours. Regardless, they’ll never give up on each other.  

“I want you to stop insisting that I’m not a lost cause, ‘cause I’ve been through a lot. Really all I’ve got, is just to stay pissed off. If that’s alright by you”

P l a t o n i c

A S H L E Y FRANGIPANE

Be it a girl’s night out, or an early breakfast date, Ashley is who Rena calls. They first met while Hey Violet was touring with 5 Seconds of Summer. Admittedly, Rena swore the meeting was a cruel joke the guys were playing, but was pleasantly surprised in the long run. Always the supportive, but honest one, Ashley is the best friend that Rena needed when she was much younger. There’s a love she has for Ashley, that lingers in the vein of great admiration. Rena has never had to ask herself if she could trust this relationship, it just came naturally.

“So, when you’re caught in the landslide, I’ll be there for you. I’ll be there for you. And in the rain, give you sunshine.

A S H T O N IRWIN

Rena has been friends with Ashton for quite a few years now, and knows almost everything about him. They share and confided in each other avidly, without feeling judged. From day one they’ve had a connection that Rena has never really been able to establish with anyone else. After the tour kickoff party at the Nokia club however, things got a little close to going too far between the two. They’ve resolved to never speaking about it- without speaking about it. The situation may have Rena silently questioning what her feelings toward Ashton have been all this time. Still, he’s the only person in her life that she’s ever been entirely honest with. Excluding their current situation, of course.

“Sweet creature, wherever I go, you bring me home- When I run out of road, you bring me home.”

D A V I D SCHMITT

Rena and David first met at a party a couple years back, and he took no time before attempting to hit on her; only to find out she was just seventeen. However, now that she’s well into an age that won’t get him arrested, he’s taking no prisoners. It isn’t something that Rena actually minds, in fact it’s a large part of their interaction. Their friendships consists of drinking themselves into a zombie-like drag, her insulting him and his going on about how great he is at, well, everything. Although Dave is mostly harmless in Rena’s eyes, he’s played a large part in exposing her to a few scenes that she never should have been apart of.

“Would you believe me if I said I was drunk? Maybe I want you to want me, but only tonight.”

H A Y L E Y WILLIAMS

An idol of her’s since she was very young, Rena never expected to actually rub elbows with Hayley. Since that faithful day however, they’ve gotten very close. Rena sees Hayley as a motherly, or sisterly guidance that she lacked for a very long time. Their relationship is most often Hayley trying to steer Rena in a better direction- even if she only says it in so many words. Rena however, can’t always be trusted to follow the advice that’s being presented to her. Regardless of what option she choices, she realizes that Hayley is always there and ready to soothe her, if the situation should arise.  Rena may be a few years younger, but she cares very deeply for Hayley and is constantly trying to support her just the same. However, she’s finding it isn’t always too well accepted.

“I know you’re lost and drifting, but the clouds are lifting. Don’t give up, you have somewhere to turn. I’ll be your candle on the water, til’ every wave is warm and bright”

K Y L I E JENNER

After hanging around the launch party of Kylie’s Cosmetics, Rena just so happened to be picked out of the crowd by Kylie herself, to have her makeup done. At first she was too nervous to go along with it, but Kylie coaxed her into it. After that, the rest is practically history. They got along incredibly well, and can sometimes be found doing each others makeup, or eating at some fast food joint. However, their emotional connection is almost non-existent, because Rena never opens up to Kylie. This is mistly for fear of being dismissed or disliked. Over time, Rena’s realized Kylie hasn’t exactly ever opened up to her either.

“’Cause somedays I’m drinking coffee with my friends; I’ve got stitches in my sides from all the laughs. Other days I can’t stitch together, the words to say, I’m not any better than I’ve been.”

L U K E HEMMINGS

Luke is kind of like that one mom friend that is always too up in your business, but Rena adores him just the same. He’s been making her laugh form the very beginning. His interest in her life, and hers in his, is one of the main components of why they get along so well. Not to mention, he’s often linking her to the best parts of the internet. Part of their relationship may or may not be based on his bulldog, Petunia. Rena appreciates that Luke can almost never be serious, as she often needs a little sunshine in her life. Not to mention, he’s always got  her back, and a few words of encouragement to spill into her ear. It does concern Rena though, that he often won’t open up to her.

“’Cause I believe we gotta be good for something. I believe that the moment will come. But, if we die and find out it was all for nothing, least we know youth wasn’t wasted on us”

B u s i n e s s Related

Z A C K HANSEN

Rena’s relationship with Zack started out very much as a business deal of sorts. She had met him in passing, shortly after Cherri Bomb ended. Before long he’d taken her under his wing. She’s learned a lot from him about navigating the music industry, so to speak. Overtime however, they’ve also developed quite a strong friendship. In fact, she would appear to be like his little sister to anyone on the outside, looking in. They spend a lot of time teasing each other, and Rena’s favorite past time is playing small, barely noticeable pranks on him.

If you’ve got a lyric that’ll fit these two, send it my way~!

R o m a n t i c

C H R I S S Y COSTANZA

Chrissy was Rena’s first relationship with a woman, as well as her first experience with exploring any attraction she may have felt towards her own sex. However, the relationship consisted mostly of them arguing. Usually, about if Rena would ever come out, or be comfortable with making their relationship public. Soon, their bond crumbled completely. Rena, who can sometimes be unconcerned about the way her actions affect others, made the mistake of sleeping with some else (Mat,) before their relationship had actually ended. Shortly after that occurrence however,, Rena called off the romance and stopped speaking to Chrissy. There isn’t necessarily any bad blood, but the two are on very strange terms. Rena would like to be friends with Chrissy, but feels as if the other woman still isn’t over her, or  what happened between them.

“You’re really sweet and I don’t want to be rude; This is me breaking up with you. I’m young, and I want to try someone new. This is me, breaking up with you”

J E N N A MCDOUGALL

When Rena was just realizing her attraction to the same sex, she found herself a little smitten with Jenna. For awhile she kept it to herself, unsure of what it actually met. If the feeling was just a fluke, she certainty didn’t want to act on it. After all, she’d never really felt it before- or, had never really payed it any attention. After awhile however, she admitted to Jenna her crush. She was quickly shot down. Rena was left a bit hurt and confused, but got her barrings back fairly quickly. She considers herself good friends with Jenna now. However, she has no clue of the girl’s feelings toward their past situation.

“I’m moving on. You can have my past, I’ll never get that back. I’m moving on, ‘cause those days are gone”

This list is subject to alteration at any time! If there’s something you feel should be added to a specific connection, just let me know. Also, feel free to suggest a lyric/change in lyric, if our connection either doesn’t have one, or you feel there may be one that is better suited~