#god yellow jacket makes me so sad

[secondstar-acorn]

the saddest fuckin scene in all of hatchetfield is the one in yellow jacket when ethan and hannah come home from pizza pete’s and lex is waiting with that single balloon and the hostess cupcake. when she talks about failing the test and trying desperately to make a good birthday for her sister but feels like she’s always letting her down. and she doesn’t get to celebrate with her because she has to open tomorrow. and THAT makes ethan agree to let hannah fight

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ouchie

[onlyangel4]

miss americana & the heartbreak prince. lh44. smau.

lewis hamilton x wife!reader

reader and lewis have always been fashion icons. so when the news about lewis moving to ferrari leaks reader decides to add some colour to her wardrobe

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author's note: we visit the future in this one first post comes from the announcement earlier this year and everything following is end of 2024 season to the 2025 season.

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scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari: team Statement: scuderia ferrari is pleased to announce that lewis hamilton will be joining the team in 2025, on a multi-year contract.

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user1: holy shit i bet toto is so mad

user2: oh my god, the y/n fits are going to go insane

user3: i'm new to the fandom what is the significance with y/n's outfits

user2: ever since her and lewis got married, three years ago, she only attends races and events in mercedes colours, grey, black, white, silver and green

user4: i was not expecting this announcement so early

user5: this makes me so sad for carlos

y/nhamiltonlover

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y/nhamiltonlover: as it is the end of lewis' merecedes era i wanted to look back at my fav of y/n's mercedes outfits.

the first ever mercedes outfit at the first grand prix after their wedding back in 2021

y/n on the red carpet for a film premiere this is when she confirmed that all her outfits were taking inspiration from her husband's racing team

last year's met gala look, my all time fav y/n outfit

y/n on the cover of vogue, this suit is so gorgeous i love it so much

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user10: i forgot about that met gala look omg

user11: i'm looking forward to all the red and maybe some yellow

user12: fingers crossed for a blue look for miami again

y/nlh44updates

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y/nlh44updates: guys lewis' contract with mercedes finished last week and we have just gotten our first matching ferrari coded outfit, the red is small but knowing y/n it has to be purposeful.

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user6: power couple fr

user7: they look so fucking good

user8: i can't wait to see the paddock fits etc

user9: red at the met gala this year?

metgalaupdates

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metgalaupdates: racing power couple lewis and y/n hamilton have arrived at the met and they are our top vote for the hottest couple on the carpet. y/n is wearing ferrari red signifying her husband's move to the italian team and lewis is in a stunning all black number, both husband and wife are wearing matching gold jewelry pieces.

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user13: oh this is my fav look of the night so far, that red dress is so gorgeous

user14: i called it, red at the met is such a good statement

user15: i don't really know much about either of them but i do know that they are both fucking gorgeous

y/nupdates posted a story

written: holy shit everyone thought y/n was going to arrive to australia qualifying in red, turns out she dyed her hair red instead. she is insane i love it

thehamiltonsfashion

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thehamiltonsfashion: it is race day in australia and once again the hamiltons are the best dressed y/n is showing off the red hair in a two piece suit and skirt combo and lewis was spotted in a jacket that matches y/n's hair perfectly.

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user17: i know that the red hair will be gone next week but it looks so good

user18: him matching his jacket perfectly to her hair is such husband material

user19: ugh i love them

y/nhamilton posted a story

written: today's outfit

lewishamilton posted a story

written: matching my wife again

thehamiltonsfashion posted a story

written: it finally happened! y/n has arrived to the miami grand prix wearing the exact same shade of blue as what the drivers are in this week. i am so obsessed with her ability to match her husband every single week.

y/nhamiltonlover

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y/nhamiltonlover: it is the end of the 2025 season and i just wanted to celebrate all of the red looks that mother hs given us this year. i just love her so much she is the most fashionable wag for sure, i can't wait for another year of red.

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y/nhamilton: aww thank you darling, i am so glad you enjoyed the looks from this year

y/nhamiltonlover: omg today is the best day ever i love you so much, this means so much to me

user20: i loved the week where she decided to just wear team merch, like relatable queen sometimes you just want to be comfy

user21: the red suits always hit different

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[diorsluv]

casual , part 12

“ knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out ”

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[my3rzs]

can i pls request something abt xavier and op who can see people's auras?? like shes new to nevermore and sees everyone's auras changing according to their humor but she just?? cant see xavier's and that bothers her, so she tries to get emotions from him, anger, happiness yk, then idk maybe they go to the raven together and at the end of the night when they finally kiss she can see a bright pink aura around him :]] or whatever way you feel like writing it (you can write reader as GN if you want as well!)

i don’t get it?

pairings: xavier thorpe x reader

summary: you saw everyone’s auras except xavier’s, who knew a kiss could change it

warnings: reader is an asshole, swearing, idk i think thats it

a/n: im sorry this was really shitty, i am more focused on school mostly rn, and this is NOT PROOFREAD, REBLOGS HELP A LOT!

nevermore.

at first you thought you were gonna be an ‘outcast’ at an outcast school, but you made a couple friends, enid, her aura was a bright yellow, probably because she’s always smiling and full of joy, and wednesday who had black, ‘cause she was so mysterious, and had strength. you could see all of your friend’s auras except for xavier, the guy you like, of course it has to be the guy you like.

you were at the quad with ajax, so you told him about it for some help, maybe he knows what to do.

“i just can’t see his aura! and, of course i have to have a crush on him, for god’s sake!” you whined

“maybe, try getting some emotions out, make him happy, sad, whatever” the gorgon said

“thats a great idea, ajax! i owe you for this one!” you say

“y/n- please, don’t go too far on him- hes kinda a sensitive kind of guy, okay?” he says worried

“i’ll try, i’ll make sure hes okay” you gave him a smile as you left the quad

“goodluck!” he screamed

you decided to make xavier happy, the easiest one first so you couldn’t cause any harm, so you decided to do one of his favorite things he does with you, the carnival. good thing it was a friday, so no school tomorrow which is perfect.

classes were finally over, so you could finally try to find xavier.

you ran to him when you saw him in one of the hallways, “xavier! hi! do you maybe wanna do something tonight?” you say

“sure! what do you think we should do?” he looked down at you

“wanna go to the carnival, maybe?” you smiled

“okay then, it’s settled! be there at 6:30 sharp, y/n” he gave you a big smile and patted your head

“see you there, xav!” you walked away and blushed because he patted your head, you kinda felt bad you were kinda forcing him to show emotions.

-

you were scrolling through social media while in bed, seeing your friend’s posts and enid’s new gossip about the school, until you checked the time, it was 5:24PM, so you decided to get ready for your plans with xavier.

you decided to wear pants with a chase atlantic shirt, and you brought a jacket just in case.

“oh my god! y/n, do u have a date?!” enid, your roommate squealed out of excitement

“it’s not a date, idiot, im just hanging out with xavier at a carnival” you say

“just admit it, it is kinda a date, y/n” she smiled

“well i guess- but it’s like a friends kind of date?” you say

“whatever you say, y/n” the werewolf gave you a wink

you rolled your eyes and looked at the time, 5:59PM and decided to text xavier

y/n: hey, is it ok if i come right now? im a bit too early

xavier: uh yeah sure, meet me by the ferris wheel

at the carnival

you walked up to xavier, “hi! what do you wanna do first?” you gave him a smile

“photobooth?” he questioned

“yes!”

you two walked in the photobooth, getting ready for the camera, you both did some funny poses and one where he was looking at you but you were too busy posing to even notice he was looking at you

you guys walked out and grabbed your photos, and saw that he was looking at you in one of the photos, you smiled.

“we look so cool!” you say

“wanna do balloon darts?” he asked

“okay!” you gave him a slight smile

-

you kept missing every dart and it was getting kind of annoying.

“idiot, let me help you” the blonde boy said and grabbed darts

he popped almost every one of the balloons and won a stuffed bear for you.

“thank you” you say.

it was the next day after u hung out with xavier, and you still didn’t see his aura that time. you sighed and saw ajax come up to you.

“anything yet?” he asked

“no, i tried making him happy by hanging out with him” you whined as you covered your face with your hands

“maybe you just need to kiss him” ajax teased

“shut up!” you whispered as you hit him lightly on the hand

“speak of the devil” he gave you a mischievous smirk and walked away when he saw xavier walking your way

“what-“ you got cut off by a tall boy behind you

“y/n! last night was fun, do you maybe wanna go to the weathervane today? we could study there, or i could go on my own?” he gave you a light smile

you wanted to say yes so bad, but you decided to make him jealous today, or mad.

“uh, sorry, no. i have a date with tyler today, maybe tomorrow?” you say nervously

his smile faded when he heard you say the last part, he didn’t really have a good relationship with tyler.

“right, have fun, y/n.” he says and walked away from you

did you go too far? you sighed.

but he mentioned about going to the cafe on his own, and tyler was there. so you decided to go there aswell to meet up with tyler.

at the weathervane

you saw xavier sitting in one of the booths and walked past him as you felt his eyes on you.

you rang the bell and waved to tyler and hugged him.

“hi tyler!” you say energetically

“hi, y/nn!” he says

you could see xavier fuming at your peripheral vision, perfect. but you still couldn’t feel his aura. you looked over to xavier’s booth and saw that he was gone. i guess it really affected him.

2 weeks later

it was 2 weeks after the whole weathervane thing, you didn’t really talk to xavier much because of his jealousy and if you were being honest, you kinda regretted getting xavier’s emotions out of him just so that you can see his aura.

tomorrow was the rave’n, so you and your friends went shopping for your outfits.

you already got yours, but you were missing one thing, a date. you wished xavier was your date right now. but it was not possible. so you just decided to go solo.

-

it was the next day and it was 7:30PM, the rave’n starts at 8 o’clock so you decided to dress up in your outfit already. you met up with your friends downstairs.

“lets go!” enid squealed

you all walked down the stairs and you could feel everyone staring at you, including xavier.

your friends decided to get drinks and dance. while you just sat there all alone. a slow, romantic song started playing. and everyone and their s/o started to slow dance. you sighed but felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“hey, wanna dance?” xavier gave you a smile and held his hand out.

you grabbed his hand and went to a corner, you placed your hands around his neck as he put his around your waist and you two swayed your hips to the music.

“i’m sorry, i only did the whole tyler shit so i could see your aura ‘cause i couldn’t see it, and also because i liked you.” you say

“you’re an idiot, you know that?” he says chuckling

“your idiot, of course” you smile

he cups your face and leans in to kiss you desperately and you kissed him back. you felt a bright pink aura from him, you smiled against the kiss.

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[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

thick as blood

sweet as milk

chapter 4 (parts seems juvenile)

a few days have passed and you finally cleaned your home, the bathroom was a lot nicer now and yes to Francis's odd dismay your apartment looked like a green house, today was rainy so you stayed in writing thank you letters to your neighbors.

Francis was at his last stop. he walked up the steps of a very nice new home, one of those buy to build homes he's seen on Sears catalogs (look it up, very cool)

he knocked on the door with his foot as he carried more milk than a normal household would use, the door opened via a very pretty woman in a blue polka dot dress and blue sweater "Francis! you got my call" she opened the door wide as he walked passed her placing the jug crate on the counter "you wouldn't believe how many cakes the school is asking of me" she continued following him in filling up a glass of lemonade "isn't your husband a baker?" he asked nodding as he took the drink from her "he's too held up with catering the convention that rolled in" she answered folding her arms standing across from him "but I did want to spring something up on you...we've known each other for a bit would you say?" she asked almost in a whisper. Francis stopped mid sip nodding slowly thinking of the million things she was about to say "right...you know my daughter Amelia" she walked passed him into the living room, Francis followed even more puzzled "she's 15 now no?" "yes" god why was she being so vague? "sit, please" she pointed to her pristine yellow couch "you see my daughter got a cat and as funny as it is now we're sad to say she's deathly allergic" she awkwardly laughed "you don't know anyone who would want one hm?" he stared blankly at her for a moment mentally cursing her for freaking him out "Joan, I don-...actually I do know someone in the need of a companion" Joan's eyes sparkled a little "great! Johnny bring the cat" she called upstairs and a few moments later a little boy still in his pajamas carried down a small kitten in his arms "milkman! your taking my sisters cat?" he asked running over to him, the poor kitten wiggling around as he did so "yes i am" "but cats are for girrrllss ewww" Johnny laughed passing the poor sleepy thing to him

"I'm giving it to a girl, but no cats are for men too." francis pet it gently "my dad says sooo" the little kid huffed "ok back to your room." Joan pulled his ear on the way back to the hallway going into his room coming back moments later with bags and a litter box "toys, litter, litter box, and food. its still too small for solid foods so, a little baby formula warm water and the kibble should be good" she pointed to each bag explaining how it worked before sitting down on the armchair beside couch. “ so we’re giving it to a girl, not to fit the stereotype, but is this lady in another home you deliver to?”Joan snickered slapping his knee, hoping that Francis will get the joke, Francis kind of did , but like everyone else Joan couldn’t read him “ She’s my door lady. She actually saved the building from an dopple attack a few nights ago.”he told Joan inspecting the small fluff ball “oh wow must be an intimidating woman” Joan said imagining a large gruff woman with a killer stare, if Francis could read her mind he would’ve laughed but he continued “she seems the type to have a pet.” He got up carrying the bags and box on his hip heading for the door “thanks for the gift Mrs. Wilde” Joan got up to open the door for him “Yaknow Francis, in old Viking tradition gifting a cat to a woman is a symbol of courtship” she said raising a brow hoping to fluster the brick wall “…I don’t think she’s of Viking origin” he said back making Joan face palm “but that is interesting, you were a mythology major?” He asked placing the items into his truck wrapping the kitten in a jacket before gently placing it in the passenger side “ I was, but you know how it goes. You think you’re going to live a life of independence and then you get married to a baker.” Joan looked at the horizon saying that. Francis looked at her with a softened gaze before she snapped to reality “sorry, I hope she loves the cat, and I hope the goddess freya doesn’t get any ideas haha” Joan turned around fixing her sweater hearing Francis as she got to her door “…..your still a mythology major.” He turned around getting into the truck driving off. Joan still at the entrance, smiling in acknowledgment.

Back at your apartment, the twins were back gossiping to you about model drama you could barely understand while they randomly asked questions about you, “ oh and Eliza got fatter so now we all have to weigh before booking! Can you believe it?? Let the girl eat a little extra cake at her mom’s funeral!” Selenne laughed sipping her tea “oh speaking of, miss mia wants us to help her with the wedding venue! Everyone in the building is invited. ” Elenois shook you a little clearly excited “I forgot they were fiancées, since they live together anyway” you giggled pouring another cup for everyone “ y/n! You didn’t tell us you were a max traditionalist~” Celine pointed at you, smiling “ of course not it’s just since they live together. My brain just automatically thinks that.” You felt a little embarrassed but the twins were known to make people sweat for fun. “ Miss Mia wants to have it during the summertime so we have a long time to prepare.” Sel sat back looking out the window “ good thing she doesn’t want it during the spring. It’s so rainy here.”

Francis knocked at the door the cat meowing, he knew it was hungry so it was a perfect opportunity to teach y/n how to care for it, you opened the door smiling then looking straight at the dramatic kitten meowing loudly “ you found a cat?” You asked getting on your toes to see it closer making Francis die of cuteness on the inside thinking to himself ‘she really did that almost automatically, how adorable’ mentally slapping himself he lowered his hand passing the kitten to her, y/n didn’t know if the cat was tiny or Francis hands were huge because it really fit in the palm of his hand only it’s a little leg spilling out, grab the sweet thing, putting it to your chest “aww poor baby, I bet your hungry” he spoke softly, almost afraid to burst its ear drums with your normal tone, Francis look down at you now getting the picture.

he was attracted to you.

You were smaller than him which every 1950s man wants from a partner and you look beautiful doing everything mundane like if he took a picture at a random moment, you would look like a model no matter what. As if someone directed you in that exact pose. And you dressed nicely. He Longed to see you in more colorful items, just to see your features shine brighter. He stared at you in his mind lovingly

But you looked back up to see the most stern look with furrowed brows “um…did I say something?” you got nervous stoking the cat for comfort “ the cat is hungry but do not feed it milk. That is a myth.” he spoke plainly opening one of the bags putting the food items on the table “ baby formula, warm water, and a little bit of kibble is good for the cat, what will you name it ?” He asked sounding pretty excited about the name part “ maybe we should feed it first and then think of a name” you said leading him into the kitchen with the supplies “hiii francy” the twins waved as he did back before they giggled to themselves “he was absolutely fucking her with his eyes “ selenne pushed her sister’s shoulder whisper yelling “ shutup, that’s so not appropriate!” El covered her mouth, both trying their hardest not to laugh too loud.

You and Francis came back from letting the cat eat sitting on the couch, the twins took the cat from you to pet and prod, “it might scratch” Francis pointed “ let them, I heard prodding pets is a good thing because it makes them more tempered” y/n poured him some tea “you had pets before?” He asked thanking her for the tea “we need to hear some y/n lore” Sel nodded “ I didn’t have pets, but my grandparents did, dogs cows, sheep, wasn’t a farm. It was more like a ranch. My parents live in the city like this one and they never really liked animals” you said studying your tea leaves “ Where is your family?” El asked rubbing the kittens belly “ across the country, I have a cousin who lives here. They are really busy.” You looked out the window at the rain. You didn’t want to tell them the whole truth. “We can understand, it seems everyone in this building has busy lives, aside from the housewives” Francis said ”your right” you nodded “oh have you heard about the wedding?” El asked Francis “no, wedding? You two are getting married?” He asked a little frantic “no no we’re not throwing out our careers yet. Mia’s and Dr. aftons wedding!” Selenne rolled her eyes “oh, yes the doctor asked me to be in the grooms party, I think his bachelor party will be at the bowling alley” "yeah sounds like Dr. afton" Sel sighed "mia still doesnt know what she wants, but she does wanna vote so we all have fun!" El smiled surveying the room, francis was staring at his tea cup but you were in the conversation completely "anyway we forgot we have a alot of calls to make love ya bye" she placed the kitten in your hands before pulling her sister out of the apartment "lets give the love birds forced time alone" she whispered to her twin closing the door behind them

"odd" francis glanced at the door

"yeah, hope everythings ok" you sighed looking down at the cat as he stared at you

“Name?” Francis asked clearing his throat “no idea…I’ll think about it” you placed the kitten on the couch as it played with the tassels on the pillow “well, I’m going to head home, tell me when you name her, I’m excited to know” he said you got up and smiled walking him to the door “of course Francis, thank you for the gift” you blushed opening the door hoping for anything “Yaknow I heard that a man giving their loved one a cat is a proposal in Norse mythology” he said grabbing your hand and kissing it “but neither of us are of Viking blood I don’t think ” (sorry if you are) he walked to his door and you stared holding your hand kissing it softly to feel his lips in spirit

A few weeks had passed and you were on a late shift again. The cat followed you around the building so in turn she now had a bed in the office, it 9pm and you had to wait for 5 of the residents to come home late from a press party

Natasha was in the office playing with the cat “do you have a name for her yet?” She asked making it chase a mouse on a string “no…suggestions?” You pulled out a list of names residents have considered passing it to the little girl “hm..” she wrote a few names even her own “…no Natasha” you said crossing out hers, she shrugged and went back to the cat, time passed and you got a little worried turning on the radio, the twins giving you which channel had the convention/press party coverage. You listened in, and rolled your eyes at the sounds of officials and other higher ups giving empty speeches, a knock at the door made you jump looking up to see natcha with her arms folded staring at her daughter “so. This is what you do at bedtime now? I thought I had more time before you started sneaking out” she held her temple sighing you got up feeling guilty for not even asking Natasha if she even asked her mom to be with you “I’m sorry I just assumed since it’s Friday um, I should have called you ma’am” you looked down seeing natcha look back at you with the ‘mom look’ “no don’t apologize, I should have checked on her earlier but I was busy cleaning, Natasha. Room. Now. And I’m taking your record player tomorrow” she said it so calmly, no yelling just a sweet calm yet stern tone “aww mom!! I’m gonna be bored all day!” Natasha folded her arms pouting “ too bad so sad. Up.” She pointed out the door and Natasha walked still pouting “so sorry you had to see punish my child y/n” natcha said fixing her house coat “no no don’t worry about, I just wish my parents were as calm as you are” you smiled seeing another resident walk over, Francis looked over “something happen?” He asked standing near natcha at the doorway, you could see her side step to not touch him. Her face contorting slightly but fixing itself “Natasha sneaked out to play with the cat n the doorman” she said side eyeing him “nat? Sneaking out? She’s 11” he said just kind of knowing? You felt your stomach drop a bit…hoping they couldn’t tell “she’s 12 in a week.” Natcha stated before walking off “goodnight everyone.” She went back to her sweet tone, there it was. The way he turned to look at her, it shot you in the heart a bit “your still working?” He asked walking in, the cat rubbing against him purring “a few of the residents are still not here, neither is the night shift” you looked away from him with a sour look on your face, you felt so stupid. You two were not a thing and also haven’t even kissed yet and here you are assuming a broken family and getting jealous of a woman who’s only ever shown you kindness not to mention fed you. Francis could tell you were reeling from something but didn’t know how to approach “…I can make you a coffee, I got donuts from a friend today” he walked over placing his hand on your arm “you look tired” his warm hand and gravily voice from just waking up made you feel better yet worse, “your one to talk” you smiled trying to let go “so mean” he let go “ I’ll be back” he walked off, you watching the way he moved Lowkey checking the sway of his ass but quickly looking away. The cat sat at the desk ‘listening’ to the radio with you as you gave it scritches “what about Lucy? Mimi? Tiger?” You read off the list of names to the feline hoping it would give some type of approval but you were sure if it nodded you would scream. Francis came back placing a coffee and a muffin and donut “pick” he said pointing, you grabbed his hand pointing it to the chocolate muffin “ I don’t want to be up all night via sugar and coffee” you smiled taking a bit “thank you” you covered your mouth he hummed taking the donut kissing your head before walking out. God you want to fly and throw yourself out a window at the same time, two people walked in, the pilots. Both disfigured and grotesque slamming the papers against the window making you jump “let us in. Miss door man.” One said somehow with a stitched mouth “eat my ass.” You said back making the younger one angry trying to get to you through the paper hole. Fuck I ran out of spa

[happyhauntt]

young gods | marauders.

writing masterlist | askbox

summary: the gryffindors have a little tradition on the first night back at hogwarts.

word count: 1.2k.

warnings: pre-established relationships, tooth-aching fluff, a brief mention of war.

notes: a wee excerpt from an old marauders fic i wrote years ago. i reread it recently and this section made me cry so i tidied it up and i'm posting it here as a little ficlet. enjoy!!

     Now, as Dorcas and Marlene slip into the common room, they find their friends in the corner, keeping warm by the fire. Lily and Alice are curled up together on an armchair built for one person, their legs tangled in long, fluffy dressing gowns.

Mary sits on the sofa next to them, legs stretched across Remus and Peter, the latter of which looking as though he has no idea what to do. James and Sirius are sitting cross-legged on a tartan blanket that covers the floor, and the latter looks up and grins as they enter.

     "McKinnon's brought snacks!" he cheers with as much enthusiasm as he can muster, clapping his hands as they approach. Dorcas pushes Mary's leg out of the way and squeezes into the gap between Remus and Peter, before letting Mary return her legs to their former position.

     "Dinner was less than an hour ago, Sirius," Marlene says with a roll of her eyes. She drops the food in the middle of the blanket, so all of them can reach it. Alice is quick to snatch up a handful of droobles. Marlene's tone takes on a falsely disapproving note, and she narrows her eyes mockingly. "You can't be hungry already."

     "McKinnon," he replies, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "there is a profound difference between food hungry and snacks hungry. You ought to learn it, for your life will be much better once you have."

     Marlene quirks an eyebrow. Her hand is halfway to reaching for a chocolate frog. "Is this the same sort of wisdom as when you told me that getting a leather jacket would change my life?"

     Sirius only smirks. He shares a cursory glance with James, who thinks Marlene's jacket has almost become an extension of her sunshine-scary personality. "I was right though, wasn't I?"

     Marlene thinks of that bright yellow jacket, sitting in her suitcase, waiting to be unpacked. She thinks of wearing it when she got onto the train earlier in the day, and how she'd been almost sad to take it off when she had to change into her uniform, and how careful she'd been in stowing it away in her suitcase.

     She allows Sirius a begrudging roll of her eyes. Both of them possess egos far larger than they ought to be, and she will not let him gloat. She'll probably smack him, otherwise.

     The evening moves on. Dorcas suggests that they pass around a box of Bertie Bott's, and Marlene knows it's a mistake when she reaches into the box with her eyes closed and picks out a speckled yellow-and-white bean between her fingers. The taste of rotten egg lingers for a while, no matter how many cauldron cakes she consumes.

     And she consumes many, many cauldron cakes.

     It doesn't take long for the tales of summertime exploits to begin being told with great detail and exaggeration. At some point, the conversation is steered by Lily ( rather expertly, her friend would say, although Marlene would argue that it was by no means subtle ) into the direction of muggle music. It doesn't take long for them to burst into a poor-but-hilarious rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. Dorcas joins in at the first verse, dramatically crying Mama, just killed a man! Remus, much to their surprise, does a fantastic Galileo, Galileo, which makes James and Sirius howl with laughter even though they don't know what the hell is going on.

     It's over too quickly. It grows dark outside, and the fire is dimming, and they're all a little bit sleepy now. There are crumbs all over the tartan blanket, and Marlene's head is resting in Sirius' lap, his fingers running through her tangled blonde curls.

     Lily has fallen asleep on top of Alice, ginger hair splayed out across the older girl's face, while Alice tries not to choke on hair. James is watching them, a dopey grin across his face. It's the kind that only appears when Lily isn't looking because he knows it annoys her now (even though it doesn't, really, but Lily won't tell him that because she's only just stopped wanting to smack him.)

     Peter's snoring away on the sofa. Remus is asleep, too, his head resting on Dorcas' shoulder, and Marlene thinks it's the most peaceful he's looked in a while. She doesn't know why she thinks that, but she does wonder about the scars that cover his body and how he gets so ill sometimes. He's her friend too, and she worries. She worries about all her friends.

     Dorcas is awake, and she's got a soft smile on her face. Mary's still lying across the top of the three of them, except she's asleep now, too, and about to roll right off the edge. Dorcas looks like she'll let her.

     Marlene takes a deep breath. She's not too good at talking about her feelings, but something about this moment feels right. She looks at the lot of them, half-asleep. When she thinks of the word home, this is what comes to mind  ━  her friends, her best friends in the whole world, peaceful and happy together.

     Part of her knows it won't last, but she tries to push that thought away. The war won't catch them, not as long as they are students at Hogwarts, and it's over a year before they have to deal with the danger in the world, isn't it?

     The war can wait. The world can wait. Right now, here, this is everything she needs. Her brothers can leave her behind if they want; if they love her, they'll come back, in the end. In this moment, she can't fix it. She can't save anyone.

     But this is home.

     "I promise I'm not drunk or sleep-talking," she murmurs, letting her eyes fall closed for a moment. She feels Sirius' hand fall still, hovering with expectation. "But I love you guys. All of you. You know that?"

     Lily makes a snuffling noise, as if she's heard Marlene's words, but she stays asleep. James chuckles quietly to himself. Dorcas looks like she might leap across the room and attack Marlene with a hug.

     Sirius looks down at her. His eyes are like steel in the dying firelight.

     "You need to chill or I'll tickle you, because nobody needed to hear that." He says it jokingly, because he did need to hear that. It is a symptom of growing up in a loveless home, he thinks, and he knows Marlene feels it too. One must be told, regularly, that they are loved and wanted.

     James tells him, every day. James, who is more of a brother to him than Regulus is, really.

     Carefully, she rises from Sirius' lap, rolling onto her knees. And then she says, "You'll have to catch me before you can tickle me, Black."

     She grins, suddenly filled with mischief and glee, moving quicker than lightning across the room, and the night ends with him chasing her around the common room.

     In that moment, with hair flying and her friends laughing and the thunder clapping outside, she thinks they are all infinite. They are all invincible. They are young gods with the world at their feet, the ones who will never die, and time stops moving.

      And then Sirius catches her.

      And the moment's over.

[rockitmans]

7. ...to shut them up.

from the kiss list / see the rest

7. to shut them up

~~~~~~

“Oh my God, you will not believe the idiocy I have been subjected to today,” Kurt fumes, the second he steps through the door. 

“Oh?” Blaine abandons his vegetable chopping to move towards his husband instead, aiming a kiss at his cheek that Kurt distractedly turns his face into out of habit.  

“I don’t why I thought becoming a creative director of photo shoots would actually mean people listen to me,” Kurt rages. “I mean God forbid, anyone actually tries to understand my vision.” He rips his coat off in a dramatic flair and thrusts it onto the hook. “I put my heart into these concepts.”

“I know you do,” Blaine murmurs. Not that Kurt feels positioned to listen to anything right now. He’s clearly in full flow. Blaine leans back against the counter, content to watch as Kurt moves naturally into an agitated pace across the room. 

“And the new guy, oh my God. He has the creativity of a teaspoon. Not to get too Miranda Priestly about this but florals in spring?” Kurt throws his hands up in exasperation and Blaine nods emphatically to show he’s listening even though he’s mostly just distracted by how especially gorgeous his husband looks today. Kurt is dressed in a shirt and tie with a suit jacket that is perfectly tailored to his body and shows off his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Blaine has never been able to resist Kurt in formal wear. He wants to tug that tie away from his throat so he can put his mouth there instead. Thank God for important work meetings that make Kurt want to dress up. 

“Like why not just pair that with pastels and be done with it. Fucking spring florals, what am I even paying this guy for?” Kurt asks but it’s clearly rhetorical because he just keeps on going. “I can’t even get into what I would like to do because it involves bird feathers and people clearly aren’t ready for that conversation.” 

Blaine bites his lip against a smile. He knows Kurt is frustrated, but he’s just so lovely like this. Flushed and slightly wild, all big gestures and mussed up hair. He wants to mess it up further. Sink his hands into it and push Kurt to his knees. 

“So instead I came to them with the neon concept. You know how we spoke about neons.”

“Due a comeback,” Blaine chirps obediently. 

“Exactly. So I came at them with the neons but it’s like everyone is determined to live in a sad, grey, closed off little world. What exactly is people’s problem with orange? And yellow for God’s sake? What did yellow ever do to anyone?” Kurt reaches up to loosen his tie and undo his top buttons and now looks so perfectly dishevelled that Blaine can’t follow his ranting any longer. He swallows. His eyes are glued to the way Kurt’s lips are moving. The way Kurt’s muscles move under the tight fabric. That small sliver of skin he’s exposed at his collarbone.  

He zones out for long enough that Kurt pauses in his pacing, moving to stand in front of Blaine with his arms crossed. “Are you even listening? Because I don’t think you seem outraged enough about mph-” 

Blaine can’t hold himself back any more. Not with Kurt so beautiful and animated and now close enough to touch. He hooks his fingers through Kurt’s belt loops and pulls him close, crashing their mouths together. Kurt staggers but Blaine steadies him and Kurt almost instantly relaxes, arms wrapping around Blaine’s back and shoulders. His mouth turns warm and willing under Blaine’s in a heartbeat and Blaine can’t stop the small, desperate noise that escapes him. 

He spins them, pressing Kurt up against the counter he was leaning against. He doesn’t have the patience for slow build up. His fingers go to Kurt’s button, undoing it and immediately sliding the jacket down Kurt’s shoulders. His mouth opens in invitation and Kurt takes it without pause, his tongue slick and hot and perfect. Kurt helps detangle himself from the jacket and Blaine’s hands go immediately to his waist, pressing in, feeling the shape of him through his shirt before yanking it out of his waistband. 

“Mm,” Kurt hums happily, leaning back to snatch a breath. “I'm all in favour of wherever this is going but, be honest. Did you kiss me just to stop me busting you for not listening?”

“Kurt, please. That is offensive,” Blaine jokes, smiling at Kurt’s soft huff of exasperation. “I kissed you because watching you get impassioned about anything, even the stupidity of other people is so insanely sexy that I just can’t help-” 

This time it’s Blaine that gets silenced with a kiss.  From the way Kurt smiles against his mouth, he thinks it was probably deliberate. 

[bihanspookies]

Same Sides, Different Coin

Summary: 3 weeks after their talk at the bar, JJ gets another chance encounter with Alora.

References made to The Fuck Up.

Warnings: None really, just drinking

JJ couldn’t get Alora out of his head no matter how hard he tried. The way she spoke, how she carried herself, her attitude, her aura— everything was permanently etched into his mind like a tattoo and he wanted more of her. He constantly thought about the way her eyes shined under the cheap lights of the bar, the harsh yellow contrasting against her tan skin and how it gave a sort of mood lighting on the scars that decorated her face.

She looked even better under the moonlight of the night sky and god did she smell so divine when her scent wasn’t mixed in with the awful odors of beer, piss and who knows what else. Every time he thought about it he swore he could faintly smell it: clean clothes and something fruity but not overly powerful. Something subtle… grapes maybe? Did they even make grape scented things?

JJ shakes his head and scoffs lightly, being brought back to the present. It’s been about three weeks since that night and he has not stopped thinking about Alora. He came to the bar the last two Saturdays in hopes he would catch her, nevermind the lie he blurted out that he was there on those days, but she never showed. He had waited until it was closing time, the bartender politely telling him that he had to close his tab. JJ admitted that he was slightly disappointed, a part of him knowing that there was no way in hell that a member of the Black Dragon would willingly meet up with someone who was associated with Special Forces.

No way in hell.

He lets out a heavy sigh, calling the bartender over with a wave of his hand to close out his tab. It’s the same girl from his past three visits, offering a kind and sympathetic smile to JJ when she’s close enough,

“You waitin’ for that pretty girl again?” She says, collecting his glass, eager to hear his response. JJ can’t help but smile, his mouth curling up at the memory at Alora’s pretty face.

“Yeah… kinda pathetic huh?” He chuckles, fishing out a rolled up wad of cash from his pocket and pulling a bill from it. He slides it over to the bartender once she hands him his receipt, letting out a small sigh.

“No, not at all. I think it’s a bit sweet actually. She seems like someone who could use a friend.” The bartender takes his bill and walks to the register to grab his change, leaving JJ briefly alone with his thoughts.

A friend… JJ could do that. He didn’t really have too many of those considering a majority of his time was either spent at Falcon Company or his apartment. He could consider his boys his friends, family really, but it wasn’t the same as having someone outside of your work.

JJ is brought out of his thoughts when the bartender returns with his change, holding the few bills in her outstretched hand.

“Keep it darlin’, least I could do for you keepin’ me company.” The bartender grins, closing her fingers around the money and stuffing them into her apron pocket before giving a nod of appreciation. JJ glances around the bar and then to his watch, noting that he had been at the bar for at least four hours. His fingers drum against the countertop, humming softly to himself as he weighs his options.

Stay until closing or just give it up early and head home.

He could end the night here but what if she showed up right after he left? What if she was already here earlier and he missed her? What if—

JJ shakes his head, a few curls bouncing lightly against him. How much longer could he truly wait for Alora? He didn’t even know what her thoughts were about him after that night. With a heavy sigh he raises his hand towards the bartender, a sad smile on his lips as he grabs his jacket from the stool next to him. The bartender waves goodbye, calling out ‘see you next week?’ To which JJ gives a short nod to. He gets off his seat and makes way to the doors with ease, having gotten more used to his prosthetic leg since then.

He’s nearly halfway across the bar, shrugging his jacket on when there’s a rush of air that flows past him when the door pulls open. Something tells him to look up and he’s glad he listened to the little voice because when he does his heart nearly jumps out his chest.

Alora takes a few steps in, clear agitation on her features when she glances up and locks eyes with JJ. They blink once, twice, three times before Alora visibly lets out a huff, eyes darting around the bar in an attempt to find a different route towards her usual seating. When she can’t find one she chews on the inside of her cheek, heavily debating on just leaving.

But she’s already made eye contact with JJ who is still just standing there like a statue.

It’s when Alora turns back towards the door that he finally moves, broken out of his spell and making way to her. She’s wearing another sleeveless shirt and because of that he notices an odd patchy area on her right shoulder, the skin looking a bit disfigured. The closer he gets the more he sees and when he’s finally within range to touch her, Alora’s out the door with him close behind.

“Hey—“

He can’t help the soft gasp when Alora turns around, her pretty scarred face now colored with yellows and oranges. Instantly his eyebrows knit together, a flash of anger coursing through his chest.

“Your boss do this?” He asks in a low voice. He watches the way her blue-gray eyes float towards the sky, somehow showcasing even more of the bruising on her face.

“Mind your business.” She retorts, void of emotion but JJ can see something behind her facade. She starts walking again but JJ isn’t one to let her get away so easily. He quickened his pace and steps in front of her, holding a hand up in an attempt to get her to stop. The way her eyes narrow sends a chill down his spine but he’s willing to bet that she’s not going to hit him, not with how exhausted she looks on top of her injuries.

“I know you’re a tough lady— feel like my bones are still aching from our fight a few weeks ago but—“ Alora scoffs, effectively cutting him off. She rotates her right shoulder, dull throbs still present from that fight with Kano. She’s mostly healed, it’s just lingering bruises and slight discomfort that still reside in her.

It looks like JJ wants to reach out and touch her, use his calloused fingers to comfort her in any way he can. He can feel them twitching at his sides, itching to feel the warmth of her skin underneath his fingertips.

“Stop bothering me, you don’t know me.” She speaks up, hoping this’ll get him to stop.

“But I want to.”

JJ doesn’t know where it came from, what abruptly gave him the courage to blurt it out but it was true. He could see the minuscule changes in her expression as his statement rings in her ears and all he wanted to do was reach out and smooth his thumb over them.

“You’re an idiot for wanting that.” Alora finally says, breaking eye contact and deciding to stare at something else to avoid the piercing gaze of JJ. He feels the irritation flowing off her, like electric currents but he’s not ready to throw in the towel when she’s right there.

“Have a drink with me. Or a few… look like you could use a couple of those.” He chuckles, using it to hide the sheer nervousness that’s pouring from him. Jeremiah Jedidiah Mitchell is a confident man but something about Alora makes him feel like he’s performing a solo in front of a live audience.

Alora eyes him up and down, fingers tapping against her thigh as she ponders his proposition. She did come to the bar to get away from the base again, feeling suffocated by the stares she was still getting from her peers. Kano had gone back to treating her normal (as normal as he could) but didn’t hesitate to bring up her mistake. Alora even heard from Echo one night when the blonde was applying cream to her injuries, that they had already rescheduled another exchange but in Outworld. It made Alora peeved at how easy it was for them to fix it, the angry face of Kano appearing in her mind before bitterly asking Echo if they could change the subject.

“I’ll pay for them. Even though this ‘human garbage’ doesn't really do it for you.” He adds, lips forming a small grin as Alora finally cracks one in return.

“Fine.” She puffs out, taking one last look up and down JJ’s figure before turning and heading back to the bar. Something about the way she scanned his body made his cheeks warm up, heart buzzing in his chest like a swarm of angry bees just ready to get out.

“Are you coming or what?” She calls out over her shoulder, pulling the door open and looking at him with a raised eyebrow. JJ laughs and nods, hurrying over to Alora and taking hold of the door. He places his arm above her head, gesturing with his free one for her to go inside.

“After you, sweetheart.” He grins down at her, flashing his all too bright all too white teeth as Alora gives a short hum in response. She walks in, eyes scanning to find a decent place to sit while JJ follows.

“There good?” He gestures vaguely towards an empty table near the back and Alora nods, leading the way. As they walk past the bar, JJ makes eye contact with the bartender, who doesn’t bother hiding the ecstatic smile on her face when she catches Alora walking by. JJ grins back and points subtly at Alora, nodding back at her before returning his attention and sliding into the booth.

There’s a bit of tension at first, JJ trying not to pry about Alora’s injuries but eventually she tells him that she got in a scuffle with Kano, that it was ‘no big deal’. He opened his mouth to ask for more information but Alora had stood up and headed to the bar to grab drinks for them.

And then slowly but surely she relaxes; shoulders not quite as tense, posture going a bit slack and eyes softening the tiniest amount. Conversation lacks at first but that was okay with JJ, he didn’t mind the lack of words, he was happy to just be sitting there next to her and be in her company.

But with every drink that passes she puts a little more effort into her answers, adding another sentence after finishing one and then soon she’s asking him questions. JJ swears his heart grows a few sizes when he realizes that she’s comfortable, opening the door just enough for him to peek in and see a glimpse of her true self.

“Wait you’re banned from—“

“Yeah.” Alora groans in annoyance, swirling leftover alcohol in her cup before downing it. She clicks her tongue, glancing at JJ with an unimpressed face. “Won a plush though.”

JJ snickers, shaking his head and lifting his own glass to his mouth. He takes a sip and smacks his lips, turning his body a bit more towards her.

“Yeah but you dented the machine.” He adds with a raised eyebrow, laughing again when Alora waves her hand dismissively.

“That machine was trying to rob me of my very well deserved prize. I think I deserved a little compensation.” She brings her index and thumb finger together, leaving the tiniest amount of space in between them.

“Oh you think you deserved it, huh?” He teases, feeling a bit more confident in trying his luck at flirting with her. She very smugly shrugs, glancing at the bar and debating on getting another drink. JJ takes the moment to look at her, a tender smile growing as he stamps her profile into his mind a little bit more. He doesn’t even realize how hard he’s staring until Alora looks at him, puzzlement crossing her face.

“Something on your mind, cowboy?” She calls out, trying to ignore the flips in her stomach.

“You’re so pretty…” He murmurs, a gentle tilt of his head. His words hang in the air for a second, Alora’s eyes growing from his compliment while her cheeks start to warm. He seems to snap out of his daze, heat rising to his face as he laughs awkwardly and puts a hand to the back of his neck.

“Sorry I uh… didn’t…”

Get a hold of yourself, Jeremiah. Can’t even control your words after a few drinks?

He doesn’t remember being this nervous a few weeks ago when they were chatting on his truck but then again maybe it was the dautho numbing his senses. He clears his throat, breaking eye contact and suddenly feeling as if the rest of the entire bar was staring at his fumble.

“It’s fine.” The soft tone of her voice nearly startles JJ, not expecting such a delicate response from her. He trails his gaze back to her, finding her fiddling with her glass and passing it between her fingers. The corner of his lips quirk up, fingers tapping lightly on top of the table.

“Okay, okay good. I’m glad. Because you are, you know? You’re—“

Jesus Christ Jeremiah, pull yourself together!

“Yeah.” He ends it, laughing and going back to rubbing the back of his neck. Alora chuckles, quietly but it’s loud enough for him to hear it over the music and multiple conversations going throughout the bar.

“Well don’t get shy on me now, old man.” Alora rests her cheek on her fist, smirking at JJ who now seems lost at what to say now. Another nervous chuckle from him, sitting up straight and rotating his body to face her once more.

“I ain’t shy, woman.” He remarks, scoffing and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Can’t be shy in Falcon Company.” He adds with a playful grumble.

The once pleasant smile on Alora’s lips slowly sinks away, replaced with that expressionless face that JJ had just started to forget about. Alora runs her tongue over her teeth, sitting up straight and clearing her throat. She feels like a fool now, the reminder of him being on the complete opposite side of the law hitting her like a baseball bat.

“Yeah. Falcon Company.” She says with a cold tone, her demeanor shifting right in front of JJ’s eyes and he doesn’t know what to do. He’s wondering what exactly went wrong when it clicks in his head.

“Wait—“ He mutters, standing up and latching onto the back of the booth to steady himself.

She stands up and scoots out of the booth, bidding JJ goodnight with a tip of her head and walking towards the exit. He throws a few bills on the table and slides out the booth, hurrying as best he can to catch up with her. He makes eye contact with the bartender, shock on her face and her eyes scanning back and forth between the two of them.

“Wait, when can I—“ His arm extends out to grab onto hers but quickly retreats for fear of overstepping his boundaries. Alora immediately stops in her tracks and spins to face him, her face now sour as if she just bit into a lemon.

“Don’t,” She says curtly. JJ knows what it means, he’s heard it a few times before and it was never followed by anything good.

“This cannot be a routine.” Alora continues, looking straight into his eyes as she prepares to say what’s been on her mind the moment she stepped into the bar tonight. She knew she had to stop it here before she let it proceed any further.

“You’re Falcon Company, a technical enemy of mine. I’m Black Dragon. This,” She gestures between the two of them with her finger, the dark red polish he had noticed throughout the night, vaguely reminding him of his truck.

“Cannot happen. Whatever this is— was? It can’t happen.” There’s a firm tone set in her voice but JJ can tell there’s something else laced beneath it.

Doesn’t hurt him any less though.

“Look sweetheart,” But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Alora turns and makes her way out the bar, pushing open the wooden door and letting it slam loudly behind her. He does his best to get to her, shoving the door with more force than necessary and nearly tripping onto the ground when it gives away.

“Alora!”

That makes her stop, her auburn braids whipping as she spins to face him. There’s clear agitation on her face but JJ doesn’t care, he has to talk to her and try to level with her.

“Please! Just—“ He finally reaches her, shaking his head to get rid of the dizziness from all his drinking and sudden movement.

"I have never met a girl like you--" JJ stumbles over his words as her ice cold eyes stay hardened, "I know— I know that the people movin' the pieces on the board want us to hate each other, but I don't want that!"

“Once again, you don’t know me. And it doesn’t matter what you want, JJ. This shit is dangerous for the both of us and I am not going to risk my life for you.” The harshness in her voice doesn’t scare him, having been in countless dangerous situations due to his occupation. No, what scares him is how much he wants to keep talking to her and how genuinely fearful he is to have her slip through his fingers.

“I wouldn't let anything happen—“ He mumbles, trying to quickly think of something more convincing to say.

Alora scoffs, almost mockingly. “You think I need you to protect me?"

"No! I mean, of course not, but— we, I could be careful. We don't have to meet at the bar.” He’s practically begging at this point, stepping an inch closer to Alora without really knowing it.

"Why do you want to meet with me so badly anyway?" She asks. The question lacks anger or malice and she shakes her head with the barest hint of pity present before it disappears.

JJ opens and closes his mouth multiple times, shrugging and trying to convey something he doesn’t even know the answer to.

“This ends here. Goodnight.” Before JJ can even get another word out she’s already walking off, small clouds of dirt trailing behind her every footstep. He watches her until he can’t no more, her figure getting smaller and smaller.

It’s when she’s completely out of sight that he recognizes her scent as cucumber and melon.

——-

Alora finally makes it back to base, her conversation with JJ playing over and over in her head. Why the hell was he so insistent on continuing to talk? Fucking ignorant, foolish, old—

“Hey sweetheart!”

Alora doesn’t even bother hiding the face of disgust when she hears Jesse Geller calling out to her. She looks up to her left to see him speaking with Kano, the Aussie giving a short nod to her. She makes a vague gesture of a hello back before continuing her way to her room. She hears Jesse quickly utter something to Kano before he trots to her, his boots scraping against the cement floor and Alora so badly wants to rip them off and chuck them at his head. Jesse stops in front of her, whistling when he takes in the state of her bruised state.

“Now what happened to this pretty face of yours, darlin’?” His faux concern has her rolling her eyes, arms crossing over her chest. Jesse steps an inch closer, Alora taking a step back from him.

“Mind your damn business, Geller.” Jesse puts his hand over his heart, feigning hurt and pretending to hiss in pain.

“Girly got a lesson taught to her. Ain’t that right, love?” Kano’s voice booms across the room, reminding Alora that he was still there and watching the interaction. There’s only so many times she can roll her eyes before they get stuck in the back of her head.

“Fuck you, you got your fucking materials didn’t you?” She calls back, brushing past Jesse and trying to end the conversation. Jesse chuckles, swiveling his head to keep watching her.

“Lesson? Kind of lesson?” Jesse asks, an odd almost playful tone in his voice. Alora takes a moment to compose herself, wondering if he’ll go away faster if she plays along.

“Screwed over a deal.”

“Deal? How?”

“Socked a guy at the bar.”

“And how’d that—”

“Video.” She cuts him off, answering quickly to just get the hell out of there.

There’s an unusual expression on Jesse; curiosity but something else. Something that told Alora he wasn’t as surprised as he should’ve been.

“Video, huh?” He asks, the corner of his lips twitching. She narrows her eyes at him, opening her mouth to say something but Kano cuts her off.

“Oi, quit yankin’ her chain, Geller.” Kano’s laugh is mocking, enjoying the scene playing out in front of him.

“Boss showed me the video, sugar.” Jesse remarks with an arrogant grin.

“Oh ver a comer mierda.” She turns and leaves them behind, her fuse already nearing its end by the time she turns left and disappears down a hallway. She can hear Jesse’s laugh, Kano’s mixing a few moments later and for a split second she wishes she stayed at the bar to keep on talking to JJ.

———-

Echo: @roofgeese

Jesse/JJ: @chadillacboseman

Oh ver a comer mierda: Oh go eat shit

[ifidiedinadream]

Here is my Joel x Reader request

(Thanks again for reserving me a spot 🥺)

Reader "forcing" Joel to go an autumn walk with them because they noticed Joel has been isolating himself lately and hasn’t floated their chat with messages like he usually does. So, one day reader shows up at Joels' flat and drags him along for a walk to distract him. Maybe they come across a flower shop and reader buys Joel some flowers to lift his mood or they walk through the park hand in hand admiring the colourful trees. And when reader is about to leave, Joel shyly asks them to stay at his place for the night cause he doesn’t want to be alone (and because he obviously is madly crushing on reader).

(Yeah, I know we still have like 25 degree outside but I’m ready for autumn 🍂 ✨)

liam this request made me go AAAAAAAAH 😭😭😭 it's so sweet and i loved writing it so much, hope you can tell when you read it 🖤 also yeah we still have 30+ degrees but i want autumn and i want it NOW

also on ao3

Joel opens the front door on the second series of knocks. His hair is all messy and he’s wearing an old t-shirt, whose light color does nothing to conceal the wrinkles all over it. The skin around his eyes is dark and his very eyes are puffy, like it’s the first time he sees any type of light in ages. 

“Get ready, we’re going on a walk,” you say, entering the door without further preamble. Knowing your way around the house, you walk into the living room. You draw the curtains and open the windows, letting the fresh early autumn air caress your skin and come in the room so it no longer smells stale. “I’m gonna let the house aerate while you shower. I’ll be waiting right here.” 

Joel still hasn’t said a word. This isn’t the first time something like this happens; the man is sensitive and sometimes his demons get the best of him. Especially when autumn starts, with his birthday coming a bit too quickly for his liking and the sun shortening its stay in Joel’s personal little world the way it does in the physical one. It’s nothing new. All Joel needs is a little push from the outside and usually his mood settles to a background melancholy, which is still sad, but it’s still better than whatever is going on now. 

Joel nods. He knows fighting it won’t help; it isn’t the first time for him either, after all. 

*** 

The weather is crispy, a little too much so for a simple leather jacket, but Joel doesn’t seem of the same opinion. His hair is in a bun so it doesn’t get in his face when the wind blows. His expression is hard and dark as he extracts a cigarette and a lighter from the pocket of his jeans, bringing the cigarette to his lips. You wait until it’s lit. He’s looking straight ahead as he takes a drag, avoiding your gaze, but still he grabs your hand to hold. That’s how he finds the strength necessary to finally start your walk. 

There’s a small park just outside his apartment building, with trees all around it, a couple of benches and a statue surrounded in flowers in the center. Its grass is incredibly green in the summer, the flowers mostly purple, the trees robust and thriving; now the little park is starting to lose its brightness and the leaves on the trees are turning brown, yellow and red. Some of them are on the ground, some even on the sidewalk you and Joel are strolling along, brought there by the gentle breeze. It fills your heart with joy. 

“It’s so gloomy,” Joel sounds raspy, probably because he hasn’t used his voice in a while, or maybe because of the smoke. You squeeze his hand. 

“Fall is not that bad. Cozy evenings spent under a blanket watching tv shows and drinking hot chocolate, warm baths, candles, saunas, warm meals, Halloween… don’t tell me it doesn’t excite you.” 

Joel takes a long drag of his cigarette. “Thank god I’ll be in the USA through October.” 

You give him a sympathetic smile. Your goal is to have the corners of his mouth tug upwards at least once by the end of afternoon: Joel can make it as hard as he wants, but you won’t lose your spirit. 

“Look, a flower shop! Wanna check it out?” 

Joel frowns, looking at you like you’re insane; but when the excitement on your face doesn’t falter, he just rolls his eyes and finishes his smoke, putting it out and throwing the butt into the nearest bin. He follows you inside. 

The strong perfume inside the shop makes all your muscles relax instantly. The florist greets you with a polite smile and you walk over to her, asking for three dahlias in three different colors. You specifically ask for one of them to be red.  

“Do you remember when we first met?” you ask Joel, “It was at Olli’s birthday party a few years back. There was a red dahlia in a vase at the center of the table. Olli can be pretty sophisticated when he wants to be.” 

The florist gives you your bouquet and you pay for it, grabbing Joel’s hand back on your way out of the shop. 

“For you,” you say, handing Joel the flowers. And maybe it’s the cool air, but Joel’s cheeks turn pink as he looks away. 

“C’mon, don’t be silly.” 

“I’m not being silly. These are for you.” 

Here it is, finally, the little smile you’ve longed to catch a glimpse of all day. Joel takes the flowers and smells them with his eyes closed, looking like he’s getting lost in it for a second. It makes you feel all fuzzy in the chest. 

“Where are we going next?” 

“Pumpkin spice latte is back at Starbucks. Just fyi.” 

“You know I don’t like spice.” 

“But I do. Let’s go.” 

Joel doesn’t fight it this time, so you effortlessly drag him over to the nearest Starbucks shop, with no rolling of his eyes nor cigarette breaks. He orders a drink that’s way too sweet for your liking. His eyes end up in the back of his head as soon as he takes a sip. 

“Fuck, I needed some sugar.” 

He chooses to sit at a table with three chairs, so he can rest the flowers on one of them. He’s unnecessarily gentle with them but you figure he’s been feeling unworthy of kind gestures these past few days, so those flowers must mean a lot to him. You smile to yourself. That’s what friends are for, right? 

“You haven’t eaten much these days, have you?” 

With his lips still closed around the straw, Joel shrugs, avoiding your gaze. You don’t want to bring him down again, so you change the subject, and soon you fall into an easy conversation, even managing to elicit a fit of laughter or two out of him. 

When your drinks are finished and it’s silent, Joel’s gaze lands on the flowers on the chair again. He reaches his hand to touch the petals. 

“They’ll need to be put in water soon,” you say. Joel nods and with that, you head home. 

You can’t help but notice his skin is no longer grayish and his face muscles are way more relaxed than they were earlier. His mood seems to be less grave, but you know perfectly he isn’t safe from seasonal depression yet. Still, you’re grateful you could do something for him, all things considered. 

You continue your chit chat as you walk, but the closer to his apartment you get, the quieter Joel becomes, as if he isn’t looking forward to being back at all. You hug him tightly when it’s time to part, but not as tightly as him: his arms could crush you and you can only barely breathe, but a light, pleasant feeling spreads across your chest nonetheless, making you wish you never had to let go. 

“Thank you. For everything,” Joel says softly. 

You pull away with a kind smile. “Anytime.” 

This was supposed to be Joel’s cue to go inside and close the door, but he simply stands there in the doorway, worrying at his bottom lip. There’s something he has to say and he’s struggling to find the words, so you don’t leave either, waiting for him to speak his mind. 

“You… there’s no way you can spend the night here tonight, is there?” he scratches the back of his head, looking elsewhere. “I don’t… I don’t really feel like being alone but I don’t wanna, like, interfere with your plans or anything. Also if you don’t want to -” 

“It’s fine, Joel,” you cut him off, smiling, loving how his cheeks turn red once again when his eyes find yours. “I’ll stay. But on one condition: we’re doing sweater weather stuff.” 

Joel grins and it’s both amused and thankful. “Alright. I’ll get the candles and the blankets, but we’re gonna have to use your Netflix account.” 

He moves from the doorway, letting you in. “Sounds like a plan.”

[respectthepetty]

Hii! I really really really enjoy reading all your analyses on different shows, they're amazing and they really make me look beyond the surface of what's there and get me to think about shows differently. Thank you for writing them! (I totally get tiny freakouts of joy and amazement every time you point out something new I hadn't noticed that makes so much sense and tells us so much about the characters.)

One question about Between Us, if you don't mind. I was thinking about how the swimming club always has these blue jackets and symbols, and how water in and of itself is normally associated with the color blue. How do you think both these things tie in with Win's color being blue? And Team's relationship with the color blue? Could it be that Team finds comfort in the water, the way he does in the color blue (like you have pointed out before)? And how is that related to the swimming club being associated with the same color? What are your thoughts on all that, if you don't mind me asking?

I appreciate all of the accolades, and I truly love that you reached out to tell me. I also NEVER mind an ask mostly when it relates to colors, symbols, and motives. I write these posts for myself, so when someone tells me they like one or wants to engage in a discussion, it makes my brain and my heart happy.

But based on your inference, you don't need me to analyze anything. You got this! Amazing color association between blue and water!

However...

I use every chance to expand knowledge and don't know how to keep it short TLDR: Blue, and by extension, water is anxiety and unlucky for red.

Colors & Emotions:

Do these little fictional characters look familiar?

If not, they are characters in Pixar's Inside Out, and they represent emotions.

We also saw Thor and Associates impersonate the Gods of Emotions in Thor: Love & Thunder.

There is a strong color association in regards to emotions. What you inferred between the color blue and water is absolutely correct, and a concept we are taught starting in preschool. The sun is yellow. Water is blue. A heart is red. Trees are green. Therefore, we place those colors also on emotions = The sun gives warmth and sunshine, so yellow means happy. A heart is used for love, so love is red. Trees grow outside, so green means nature and growth. Water is normally calming, so blue is calm.

Yet, as Inside Out and Thor remind us, there are also negatives to the colors. Red is anger and danger, yellow is caution and chaos, green is envy and rot, and blue is depression and anxiety.

[Sidenote about Thor: Jane is dying dressed in green for rot and envy, Thor is sad and worried dressed in blue for depression and anxiety, and Valkyrie is having an identity crisis dressed in red, orange, and yellow for anger and chaos, but all together they have to bring back color and love (Korg's red color gets "destroyed" - I won't spoil that) to a black and white world because EMOTIONS are good and being numb is death]

Colors & Cultures:

This also depends on cultures and countries. In Mexico, yellow means death due to the marigold flowers used in Día de Muetros festivities. In China, red is lucky. In America, as mentioned, the sun is associated with yellow, but in Thailand, the sun is associated with red. Thailand has color association for days of the week. Sunday is red because it's the sun's day, but there are also unlucky colors for each day. Sunday's is blue.

In short, the sun is red, and its unlucky color is blue.

Colors & Between Us:

Win's color is blue. You know this. You did your homework!

The entire swim team is blue. You know this. You stated it. But do you remember why Team is joining the swim team?

He is on a scholarship, so unlike the other students who are joining an extracurricular activity for fun, Team needs this to attend school. The very first day, the students are told that they must try out for the team regardless of their student status aka if Team doesn't make the team, he has no scholarship which means he has no school.

Team is anxious! [Remember, negative blue is anxiety and depression and the unlucky color for red (Team) is blue]. But the scholarship dilemma doesn't seem to be the only reason why Team is anxious. When he steps onto the block to start, we get a flashback.

According to this flashback, Team almost drowned when he was a child. We see this happen in the trailer for the series as well.

In the trailer, we see the fallout of this when after saving Team, Win yells at him for almost drowning (due to Team overworking himself).

Although Team seems to be great at swimming since he came in first place in the competition and secured his scholarship, the water seems a source of harm for Team rather than comfort (e.g. cutting his foot in the water).

He feels a lot of pressure, perhaps, to succeed so instead of being calm, water gives him anxiety.

Also, in Until We Meet Again, Team was an insomniac. He had trouble sleeping, so it's interesting that his sheets are blue, when sleep and by extension, his bed could be a source of anxiety as well.

However, Win cleaned Team's wound with blue water bottles from a blue cooler

And in the special episodes, Team slept better when Win was near in their blue sheets.

Blue is unlucky for Team, but Win will be a source of comfort for Team. When they had their first encounter, Team was nervous for obvious reasons, but Win, in his blue, brings a different dynamic of emotions for Team to experience.

In the next preview, we see Team doesn't attend class probably due to anxiety of seeing Win or his friends finding out about the encounter, but Win shows up anyway. Win also catches Team when he almost falls (look at ALL those blues in the background at the pool!).

Water is harm and anxiety but Winnie the Pool is safety and comfort. The balance of life; the bad and good blue. Last note, Win's entire existence is blue. His brothers are blue. His room is blue. His life is blue (I refuse to make a Halsey or Eiffel 65 joke, REFUSE!). He believes nothing is truly his; therefore he cares about nothing. He has to take care of everyone else, and rarely thinks about himself. He has to be stable and can't be impulsive. Everything red stands for is unlucky to him.

Until Team comes along and shows him passion and starts spilling his red into all aspects of Win's life.

See Team's shirt? "Love yourself"

Love yourself, all of you and all of your shades because without all of the good and bad emotions, we would be numb.

[queenmillymonkey]

NPMD song tier list

Controversial

As cool as I think I am: I never really vibed with this song. I mean it's good but compared to every other song it just doesn't excite me as much. Although it does always make me laugh and cry.

If I loved you: I just started warming up to this song, but it's also like as cool as I think I am. And then also to sing this right after Ruth dies? If this was placed after they honored her a little more that'd be fine. The emotional whiplash from just for once to this song

The best of you: definitely an earworm. I love all the highschool characters we got from this one song (like brooke and rudolph) and also how this is like their up-town funk, that idea is absolutely adorable. But then, 3 kids died from murders (soon to be 4) in the course of one month and they just forget about it? I can't help but feel a little sour about that. But other than that I love it.

Cool as I think I am (reprise) this song brings me to tears every time I watch NPMD. LIKE joeys performance in this? Breathtaking. It's very sad but also very short

The summoning: I really want to put this song up higher but I do get second hand embarrassment for some parts. Other than that I love the LIB and was absolutely ecstatic we had something for them all together. I really love pokey after yellow jacket so I wish they evened out the lines throughout the song

Dirty Dudes must die: I love how batshit insane Grace became at the end. She is a true icon. And the vocals? CHEFS KISS! Her ending pose is everything. She is THE GIRLBOSS

Dirty girl: I'm going to be honest, I skipped this the first time I watched NPMD. But rewatching and relistening to it really made me appreciate the amazing harmonies in this song. I love them so much in this, although its extremely embarrassing watching with your friends

Literal monster: again, I would love to put this higher but it's hard to rate this. I love love love how max sings a verse in this. But also how the nerds sing too, god the choreography is just sjrjrntjng

Go Go Nighthawks! THE FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE VERSE HAS ME ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING. And Richie dancing in the mascot costume is so funny to me too. Especially cause Jon was battling to keep that on his head when he was in the play. Plus this song is the last time we'll see everyone happy together.

Bury the bully: this song is so funny. But also how everyones voices go together? Changing from bully the bully to bury the bully is GENIUS. the end when "I just cut off his nips" and grace screams "GIVE ME THOSE" is definitely an underrated line

Bully the bully: I know I keep on saying that these songs are hilarious, and that's because they are. Like, the chemistry all the nerds had in this scene? The spins? You can see how much more sure of this they are then in the 'reprise' and how they think this is going to solve all of their problems (it does for like two weeks)

Hatchettown: all the cameos in this made the hours of going through NMT so worth it. (I do recommend watching it. At least season two) even kn tje cast recording boy jerry is in it calls Jeri a dirty girl and I don't think many people know about that. And the bridge in this song? Heavenly. Actually a 10/10 song.

Nerdy prudes must die: this scene is heartbreaking but it was necessary for us to hear Jon's amazing voice. The little details where max uses his powers on him and he like flops to the floor? To good. And he thinks saying "I'm not a loser" will help his case like in all of his animes LMAO. This just really shows how far everyone in starkid has come.

Highschool is killing me: best opening number ever (totally not biased) the opening lines always give me chills how it always smoothly transitions. I think everything in this is perfect.

Just for once is one of the best songs of the hatchet field trilogy and here's why: it uses clever word play and shows how Ruth isn't just a throwaway character.

Jeff blim isn't really known outside of the fandom from having the best lyrics (I obviously love them but this is just some beliefs other people have) he really outshined with this. It just looks so dumb but when you really feel dive on what the double meaning for every lyric is you really start to appreciate it.(someone pointed this out once and I'm just obsessed:the joke of her brushing her hair with the grill brush is also funny because she doesn't have any hair from her chemo treatment)It's heartbreaking to see how Ruth longs for something people wouldn't consider a big deal; she wants to be a middle aged mom. That goal just to be found is so sad to see how much she wants it and then you see that she's never ever going to reach that goal because of Max jagerman. Ruth definitely makes people uncomfortable when watching the musical, but for her character saying the most out of pocket things is her way of getting attention, and then also to have such a pathetic death? It really rubs salt in the wound.

In many ways I can relate to Ruth. Her want to be something when she's older. Ruth's need of attention and affection is also kind of how I do it: with theater and saying weird shit. Although when I say weird shit I think it's hilarious to see their reaction. But she also wants to perform and I love to perform so much and being someone you aren't for just an hour seems so fun.

They couldn't have chosen anyone better but Lauren for this role. You can see how much thought she put into her acting: her little facial expressions, the slightest change in tone of voice and her posture. I love the way she acts in the beginning of the song with the eye batting and the over animated movements are so satisfying but also serve a purpose. It shows how Ruth is mocking the play, but once the movements become less and less animated you see that she longs for that life she is talking about. I just absolutely adore the song and character although she is seen as weird. ENDING NOTES: THIS SONG IS SO GOOD!! LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW

If you actually read the whole thing thank you :))

[spacetrashpile]

CRASHES INTO YOUR INBOX. tell me about hex nOW 🎯🧊🍀✏️💀

WELL IF YOU INSIST!

🎯 -What do they do best?

ohhhh this is a hard one… i think since becoming the master at arms for the caesura she’s gotten really knowledgeable about weapons, especially older ones. she’s good at knowing exactly how to kill stuff.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

oh my god ABSOLUTELY NOT. her first design is gonna be her human one with the revengers which i have NO art of. she long brown hair that she wore down her back, dark eyes, wore a white shirt, yellow shorts, a black jean jacket, and combat boots. when i made her into a mechanisms oc, i took her initial revengers design and kept it about the same and then put her through the ringer, and also made her hair black and her eyes green.

of course we have the part where she looses her eye in our wonderland clone, then after she leaves the revengers when yrt comes back and tells her what happened to rosette, she cuts her hair short (like bob length) and gets rid of the jacket. while with lady saturn, she starts wearing a yellow button up and long black pants, but sticks with the combat boots.

when she gets mechanized, she gets brand new metal organs but those aren’t visible on the outside of course, and also gets a fun new eye (a blue one) and fun mechanical lines coming out of it, and i DO have art for this (ty @redrobemerle )

her hair gets longer in the time in between getting mech’d and joining the caesura, though she wears in different now. she also takes hylo’s dog tags when lady saturn murders them (ty for your consent to harm your guy).

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

ok you KNOW THIS but now i have to tell the internet and also whatever rival crews people who follow me but do not know this already.

for those of you who don’t know: back when buzzfeed unsolved was still running, the boys did a mid week q&a show about the episodes called the postmortem. due to a series of shenanigans, shane started doing an after show during the postmortems called the hotdaga: a hot dog saga about animated (stock art) foodstuffs going on adventures throughout the universe that involved magic, war crimes, an alien species he created, and original music. it’s genuinely really good but it is also about food. in like,, 2017 or 2018 me and some friends (including you, steven, you bastard) started playing a dnd campaign taking place during the space war that shane establishes as backstory for the war, and then it spiraled into utter insanity and beauty. it was the first campaign i ever played and it meant a lot to me and so much of it was stupid and TECHNICALLY we were all foodstuffs though very little art reflects that. hex was my character for this campaign. she was a rogue. and also a banana. and i loved her.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

not very often anymore, which makes me a bit sad. one of these days i’m gonna sit down and least write up all of her backstory so i can set it upon the rest of rival crews lol.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

i BELIEVE i established at one point that she hates spiders. she’s also deeply terrified of getting close to people and losing them again and not being able to save them but that’s less fun.

[statiifilia]

Faint Music, BY ROBERT HASS

Maybe you need to write a poem about grace.

When everything broken is broken,   and everything dead is dead, and the hero has looked into the mirror with complete contempt, and the heroine has studied her face and its defects remorselessly, and the pain they thought might, as a token of their earnestness, release them from themselves has lost its novelty and not released them, and they have begun to think, kindly and distantly, watching the others go about their days— likes and dislikes, reasons, habits, fears— that self-love is the one weedy stalk of every human blossoming, and understood, therefore, why they had been, all their lives,   in such a fury to defend it, and that no one— except some almost inconceivable saint in his pool of poverty and silence—can escape this violent, automatic life’s companion ever, maybe then, ordinary light, faint music under things, a hovering like grace appears.

As in the story a friend told once about the time   he tried to kill himself. His girl had left him. Bees in the heart, then scorpions, maggots, and then ash.   He climbed onto the jumping girder of the bridge,   the bay side, a blue, lucid afternoon. And in the salt air he thought about the word “seafood,” that there was something faintly ridiculous about it. No one said “landfood.” He thought it was degrading to the rainbow perch he’d reeled in gleaming from the cliffs, the black rockbass,   scales like polished carbon, in beds of kelp along the coast—and he realized that the reason for the word   was crabs, or mussels, clams. Otherwise the restaurants could just put “fish” up on their signs,   and when he woke—he’d slept for hours, curled up   on the girder like a child—the sun was going down and he felt a little better, and afraid. He put on the jacket   he’d used for a pillow, climbed over the railing   carefully, and drove home to an empty house.

There was a pair of her lemon yellow panties hanging on a doorknob. He studied them. Much-washed.   A faint russet in the crotch that made him sick   with rage and grief. He knew more or less where she was. A flat somewhere on Russian Hill.   They’d have just finished making love. She’d have tears   in her eyes and touch his jawbone gratefully. “God,”   she’d say, “you are so good for me.” Winking lights,   a foggy view downhill toward the harbor and the bay.   “You’re sad,” he’d say. “Yes.” “Thinking about Nick?” “Yes,” she’d say and cry. “I tried so hard,” sobbing now, “I really tried so hard.” And then he’d hold her for a while— Guatemalan weavings from his fieldwork on the wall— and then they’d fuck again, and she would cry some more,   and go to sleep.                        And he, he would play that scene once only, once and a half, and tell himself that he was going to carry it for a very long time and that there was nothing he could do but carry it. He went out onto the porch, and listened   to the forest in the summer dark, madrone bark cracking and curling as the cold came up.

It’s not the story though, not the friend leaning toward you, saying “And then I realized—,” which is the part of stories one never quite believes.   I had the idea that the world’s so full of pain it must sometimes make a kind of singing. And that the sequence helps, as much as order helps— First an ego, and then pain, and then the singing.

[cream-and-tea]

giant bt21 shooky pillow and van gogh tapestry for the ask game!

~Morri🗡 (@memento-morri-writes)

giant bt21 shooky pillow: what’s the most warm and fuzzy scene in your wip? share an excerpt

for warm and fuzzy i just have to share this scene between agnes and fiver from chapter 11 that happens shortly after they officially meet! idk man,,,,, it just makes me feel soft

It's hard to make sense of everything he’s saying, Fiver is a whirlwind of colour, everything patchworked and mismatched and slapped together but somehow managing to look right anyways. Agnes can’t help be reminded of rhinestone-studded music boxes, the shimmer of cheap cologne, snow globes filled with glitter and miniature tourist attractions. The long brown jacket is beautifully embroidered with a peacock over his shoulder, tail fanned down his back that leads into a riot of fruits and leaves and flowers, constellations and swirling suns and moons twined down his sleeves in rich yellow and blue and purple. There’s a sort of haphazard overdecoration to him, like he just threw on what he thought looked nice with no thought to the rhyme or reason of it.  This, she can’t help but think, is someone who belongs in a story. She lets his wave of words wash over her, not really listening as she sinks further into the quilt fleeced around her shoulders and lets the worn tenor of his voice fade to muzzy firelight in her mind. She doesn’t react when the first mug is removed from her hands or when a new one is pushed into them (“careful, that’s still hot”), and it’s only the vaguest of instincts that eventually drives her to worry at the new drink cupped in her still-shaking fingers. The taste is almost too much for her in the moment, liquid sweetness so warm down her throat that for a second Agnes thinks she might start to cry. Then hunger catches up to the rest of her senses and she drinks and drinks and doesn’t stop until every last bit of it is drained, then she sticks her fingers into the bottom of the mug to scrape up the chocolatey residue still lingering there and licks them clean. Bit by bit the tension in her limbs starts to drain away, replaced by slow-bubbling exhaustion that curls up her legs, then her arms, then settles as a pit in her stomach next to the hot chocolate.  Her senses slip headily back into focus and she blinks as Fiver reappears from some unknown outer space past her immediate field of vision with his own mug in one hand (BIG GIRLS DON’T CRY, the faded black letters printed on it declare, THEY POP A COUPLE XANAX, WASH IT DOWN WITH VODKA, AND SET UR CAR ON FIRE). He watches her as she shifts around to tuck her feet underneath herself, then coughs a little into his hand. “You’ve uh, you’ve got a little something right… ” He taps just above his lips, then: “No uh- yeah, yeah right there. Okay you got it,” as Agnes scrubs the back of her hand across her mouth. He smiles, then takes a long sip from his drink, flopping into the overstuffed armchair opposite her. “Ah, society truly ended when they had to stop making this stuff. Nothing like a near death experience to make the mass produced chocolate flavour taste sweeter. Cheers!” He leans across to clink his mug-with-the-confusing-slogan against her mug-with-to-many-bright-colours. The sound they make is sad, but Agnes feels herself smile, jelloed and nervous but there nonetheless. Being alive, she decides, is a truly awesome feeling. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough of it.

van gogh tapestry: do you create from any specific emotion? what drives you?

god…. longing? maybe? all i know is there are worlds inside me and i have to get them out of me or i will explode into a thousand suns. i have to write the same way i have to go outside, it’s just necessary to me.

[silverstonesainz]

hello pls giveth max verstappen and “i dropped everything to be with you! everything!" but don’t make it too sad or i will cry in ur texts ok bye love u

need me 𐙚 or the one where love is simply not enough (1.2k words)

d rambles. . . love u so much, don't cry

Max follows after you, jacket shrugged off and left to lay haphazardly on the floor. Your heels click against the hardwood floor, echoing throughout the apartment. Every step you take is angrier and angrier, it sends a chill down the Dutch boy’s spine. 

He watches you at the end of the hallways, how you slam your purse down onto the kitchen island, fingers fiddling roughly with the diamonds stuck to your ears. Your hair lay beautifully, a waterfall down your back and compliments your sleek dress perfectly. You look beautiful, even with the angry tears that make your eyes glimmer. 

He says your name, hopeful— maybe even a little wary of how you’d react. But you don’t, not a flinch or a flicker of movement. You remain fixated on the stubborn earring that can’t seem to budge off your left ear. 

“Slow down, you’ll hurt yourself.” You don’t listen. You are almost just as stubborn as he is and if it weren’t for the moments leading up to this one, he might’ve laughed. But instead he just stares at the way your knuckles just begin to yellow. He sees the restraint in your otherwise angry movements, the way you do try to slow down even if your blood boils. 

You give up with a huff not too long, palms pressing flat against the cold marble and head hanging low as you try to catch your breath. He watches your shoulders ride and fall with every breath, patiently waiting for them to grow softer. 

“Will you please,” Max walks his way to the opposite side of the kitchen island, across from you, “please tell me what’s wrong?”

You scoff, lips curved into a smile but eyes clearly upset. You shake your head, swallow the words you had initially planned on saying and turn around instead. Max sighs, fingers brushing through his hair roughly. He pleads, calls your name again, begs you to talk to him. 

He sees your shoulders slump, the way your hands come up to grip onto the back of your neck. You press into the flesh, halos of white around your fingertips showing him just how tightly you hold yourself. The air settles uncomfortably in the room. It’s thick, filled with unresolved feelings and many words yet to be said. Your fingers fall from the nape of your neck and down to your sides. Max watches you shift on your feet, the slight sway of your body as you try to reconcile yourself with the situation you both find yourself in. 

“Did you know,” You breathe, “You have this glimmer in your eyes when you laugh. Even in the darkest room, they kind of… twinkle. I used to think that I made it up in my head…” You finally turn back around, finally look at him and he almost wishes you didn’t. He swallows a breath, heart suddenly floating in his chest in the worst way.  

He says your name again, and his heart aches at the way your eyes squeeze shut— almost as if you were repulsed by the sound of it. Pain, hurt, it's stitched into every muscle beneath your skin. It’s clear in the way you hold yourself, how you have your chin pointed out but your fingers shake against the marble countertop. 

“You don’t know how ridiculous I felt tonight Max, trailing you like a lost puppy and watching you look down at your ex-girlfriend with that god damn twinkle in your eyes. How stupid I felt standing there watching you fall in love with her all over again.” 

“Again? This is about her again?” Max asks in disbelief.

“No! This isn’t about her. This is about you!” You point an accusing finger at him, breathing jagged and eyes filled with rage. “This is about you letting my hand go at the door—”

Max scoffs, turning to walk out of the room. But he hears your heels click quickly behind him, followed by your angry continuance. 

“—about you dazzling the room and leaving me in the furthest corner of the room to fend for myself—”

For fucks sake, Max mumbles. 

“—This is about the way you looked at me when I finally found you after two hours, talking to your ex-girlfriend, like you were surprised to see me there!” 

Max stops in the middle of the living room, stops when your hand pulls him back and forces him to look at you and all the resentment you carry with you. You stare at each other, boiling with emotions that threaten to pull you apart even further. 

“What do you want me to say?” Max asks, voice low as he struggles to keep his composure. The tears brim at your eyes, a hopeless smile on your lips and you release the breath you’ve been holding. Max watches your whole spirit deflate, taking your facade with it. “We’ve been having versions of this argument for weeks now and I… I’m at a loss. You don’t seem to believe me when I say I love you and it just feels like now you’re finding reasons to push me away.” 

“Push you away?” You repeat, the disbelief evident in your voice, “Max I dropped everything to be with you! Everything! Moved hundreds of miles from home, left friends and family and the only life I’ve ever known to be with you.” 

The volume of your voice rises with every word, every syllable prickles at his skin and entices the guilt to eat at him. He swallows the nerves again, pushes down his sins back into his gut. 

“I’m not pushing you away,” Your voice breaks, shakes with every tear. Mascara begins to bleed under your eyes. “God Max, I am reaching out for you. I need you! Can’t you see that? I need you and you—” 

“I love you!” Max panics.

“But do you need me?!” 

His silence breaks you. His lack of an answer is answer enough. It’s all you need to know. Sobs rack through your body. You cower away from your boyfriend and he’s forced to watch you fall apart without a clue on how to put you back together. You are gasping for air, tears soaking your skin as you try to find a bit of solace in a home that is barely yours.

“I have to go.” 

“No.” Max shakes his head, pulls you back. “I need you.”

“You don’t” I do. “You don’t” I do. “You don’t need me like I need you. You don’t need me like a jacket on a cold day, or coffee in the early morning. You don’t need me the way I need you Max. You don’t suffocate when I’m not around. My absence does not affect you the way yours does me. Maybe you need me, but not in the way I need you.” 

Max turns away, emotions finally getting the best of him. He sniffles, tries to blinks away the tears that burn his eyes but they fall anyways. You both stand in the middle of his home, stand in the middle of your chaos, unsure of where this night leaves the two of you. Max thinks of every way to mend the situation, but even with you sobbing into your hands, he’s at a loss. He’s clueless, hopeless, guilt-filled without a damn clue on how to fix a mess he’s made. 

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