#sorry man with a god complex your brothers fucking perfect bitch

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Somebody’s jealous…

[nebulous-library]

Additional Demon Slayer Dick Headcanons

Because I’m a thirsty bitch who developed simptoms for additional kny lads

Part 1 here

Iguro Obanai —

listen I cannot stop thinking about my short king, I want to give him so many kisses and also ride the life out of him. 

I think he’s packing again, some fairly average length and girth. I’d say about five and a half to six ish inches, but the man is snappy with his hips.

He likes when you get on top so he can hold you and bury his face into your chest while he plows you with reckless abandon.

Definitely knows where the clit is and exactly how you like being touched. A considerate lover with immaculate technique.

Self esteem issues big time, so he has a hard time looking you in the eye or letting you see how cute he is with his cheeks all flushed and the neediness in his eyes

Just let him drown in tiddy while you cum on his dick, it’s all he wants.

Tell him he’s a good boy for you, he’ll melt

Better yet, actually, let him have one of your tits in his mouth. He’s embarrassed at the way he mewls and moans for you, so anything to muffle that is perfect in his book

He’s soft at heart okay obanai deserves that sweet, sweet lovin’

Gyuutaro —

When I tell you this thirst came out of nowhere, you guys….

Okay first of all, we know this man is a good big brother. A very family-oriented demon who would absolutely make the shittiest parent. But does that stop him from having a breeding kink??? Absolutely not.

Packing at least a solid 7.5”-8” ish if you ask me

You know that stereotype about scrawny emo boys who have giant schlongs??? Yeah, uh, that’s Gyuutaro

He is not at all nice when doing the nasty

He will 1000% have a corruption kink. If he sees a sweet pretty little thing like you who thinks they can fix him??? He’s gonna fuck that goody-goody savior complex right out of you

He loves the idea of ruining you from the inside out

Will absolutely cum all over you. He’ll bounce back quick and go round after round until he’s covered your face and tits and stomach and ass and back. Everywhere is fair game

Will spit in your mouth

He’s nasty and I like him okay

Akaza—

We already know he likes fisting (I’m so sorry, I had to)

Okay no I'm gonna be serious about this, he 100% is the type who would rather finger blast the life out of you. Like??? That man is not at all focusing on his own pleasure

You will probably have to beg him to put his dick in you

I'm leaning toward saying he's got about 6"-7" going on, but girthy as hell

Like, it's gonna take at least working up to 3 fingers before you can actually take that bad boy

He will fuck you however you need it, though.

We know he's chugging his Respects Women juice

If you tell him you want him to be rough with you, he'll do it. It'll take a lot of "....are you sure" "i am" "okay but are you SURE you're sure" "oh my god, YES" kinda conversation going on

Really really he prefers going slow and deep. Def specializes in very passionate moonlit rendezvouses(?)

Okay that's all I got, see you when Swordsmith Village arc starts byyyyyeee

[afictionalwhore]

Devotion

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𖥸 AN: After binging the entire manga in a weekend, Eren Jaeger has come back to reclaim his title as the love of my life, and this is just the result.

𖥸 WC: 2.4K

𖥸 TW: Blasphemy; Eren’s has a god complex; blood; Face fucking; Eren is not gentle and not nice at all; manipulation; unhealthy relationships

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You didn’t mean for it to get this far, not at first. Your brother didn’t tell you exactly what you were doing, just that you would be helping an old friend of his. When you saw Eren there, long hair tied back with tired eyes, your heart jumped and lodged itself in your throat, not allowing your words the room to escape. Your brother’s “friend” was Eren Jaeger, a wanted war criminal that your brother believed held the power of god.

“Why are you here?” Eren asked coldly when you first came to visit him, not turning to face you.

“I don’t know. Floch sent me.”

At the mention of your brother’s name, Eren finally looked at you. He made his way over to the front of his cell, peering at you intently with tired emerald eyes.

“Floch sent you?”

You had to crane your neck to meet Eren’s eyes.

“Yes, that’s my brother.”

“Oh, so you’re it then,” Eren mused. He reached out, twirling a lock of your hair in his fingers. “At least you’re cute. What’s your name again?”

You blushed at Eren’s compliment, looking down at your hands and fidgeting with your fingers. You mumbled a brief thank you and told Eren your name.

“Pretty,” he said apathetically.

“What use could I be to you?” you asked.

After your brother had told you about Eren’s plan, you wanted desperately to help, despite your lack of military training. You had never seen your brother so animated and passionate about anything. To your brother, Eren was a god—a great leader destined to restore the greatness of the Eldian Empire. To you, Eren was not only this, but your brother’s savior as well.

“What use do you think you could be to me?” Eren asked, his icy in his voice pierced your heart. He raised a hand between the bars to trail up your body, settling on your breast and giving a squeeze.

“I don’t understand,” you said, confused.

Eren pulled your arm into the cell to place your hand over his hardening bulge.

“I—,” you said, panic in your voice at the realization of what he wanted. “Sir, h-here?”

“Do you see me going anywhere soon?” Eren replied, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Okay,” you said, as though trying to work yourself up. You were doing a great favor to your brother—and to the world—in helping Eren. “Okay.”

“Good. Now,” Eren commanded. “Hold up your skirt.”

“Yes, sir,” you said meekly. Stepping back, you lifted your skirt and apron to give Eren a view of your white cotton panties.

“Sir? I think you can do better,” Eren said with a smirk, sizing you up with cold eyes. “On your knees.”

You did as you were told, releasing your skirt before dropping to your knees. The damp, cold floor sent chills up your spine.

You watched from below as Eren pulled his pants down, pumping himself to full hardness. Eren stood with his erect cock between two of the bars, stopping just in front of your face.

To say you were nervous would have been an understatement. You weren’t completely lacking in sexual experience, but you faltered at the sight of Eren’s massive length. Eren was long. He was of average girth, but you still paled at the thought of how small you were compared to him. The head was a pretty purplish color, and multiple veins ran down the length of it.

“What’re you staring at?” Eren smirked. He held the base of his cock and tapped the head against your lips. “Are you just gonna stare or are you going to do something?”

You tentatively lapped at the slit, precum already beading, before dipping down and licking up one of the veins running along his cock. You wrapped your lips around the spongy head, sucking gently, hesitantly, until bobbing your head and finally finding a pace that felt natural to you. 

What he didn’t have of his cock between the cell bars, Eren languidly stroked, matching the pace you had set. He looked down at you. Your face was scrunched in concentration as you focused on making him feel good. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Eren chuckled. 

You looked up at him from under long lashes with doey eyes before humming in acknowledgment.

“At least someone here is.”

You pulled off with a lewd pop and a gasp for breath.

“What do you mean? Does it not feel good? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You were desperate for Eren’s approval.

“Do I look like I want to hear your apologies?” Eren glared down at you. “You said you wanted to be useful. Worship it.”

Eren fit his arm through the cell and grabbed a fistful of your hair before shoving your head back to cock.

Without needing further prompting, you popped your mouth open for Eren to slam his hips against the bars while pushing your down on as much as his cock as he could fit. Your nose was a fraction of an inch from curly tufts of Eren’s hair. 

Eren’s pulled you off his cock just long enough for you to cough and take a new breath before shoving your back down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Through your nose, sweetheart,” he said, devoid of emotion as you choked and sputtered around him, drool seeping out the corner of your mouth. “For such a whore, you really are quite innocent.”

Eren set a much rougher pace, fucking your face through the bars of his underground cell like you were in a gloryhole that was made specially for him. The noises coming from you resembled that of gagging, but were not quite the same. It was wetter, lewder, and spurred Eren on more.

Despite the tears tickling in your eyes at Eren’s hard cock shoving down the wet walls of your throat, you found yourself growing uncomfortably wet. You shifted to relieve the growing ache in your clit, not going unnoticed by Eren. The man towering over you fit his lower leg through the bars of the cell. With the toe of his boot, he nudged your knees apart before lifting to rub his boot against your aching bud.

You moaned at the contact, vibrations humming against Eren’s cock deep in your throat. You started humping Eren’s boot as you continued to let him fuck your face.

“Getting off on my boot?” Eren teased you. “Is that all it takes? You are such a filthy whore.”

Your heart clenched at the sting of Eren’s cruel words. Groans from Eren signaled he was approaching his end, his cock twitching in your mouth and throat.

“Do you want me to paint that pretty face?” Eren asked, tone condescending, knowing you were unable to answer with his cock stuffing your mouth. 

You tried your best to respond, sounds bubbling around Eren’s cock unable to make distinguishable words. Suddenly, Eren pulled out. You looked up at him in confusion, blinking through the tears.

“Was it not good?” you pouted. “I’m sorry.”

“I’d rather fill that sloppy pussy of yours,” he stated flatly. “Stand up.”

You stood on command, knees aching. You wiped the drool off your mouth with the back of your hand and straightened your skirt, brushing off the dirt on your apron from the cold ground.

Eren found that he would rather manhandle you into submission himself than just ask you. It was easier for him and harder on you. Eren grabbed your body, forcing you to turn back around, and once again, you found yourself back on your knees on the cold grounds. Eren gave a shove at your back, and you fell face first into the ground. Your nose hit the floor with a sickening crunch. You raised a hand to the blood trickling out your nose and over your lips.

“I’m okay!” you chirped, as though Eren would have stopped if you were otherwise.

Giving a small hum of acknowledgement, Eren flipped your skirt up and pulled your panties down to your knees, giving him the perfect view of your hot cunt, shining with your juices.

“Look at this perfect pussy,” Eren breathed. He traced your wet folds with the head of cock. Eren gave small thrusts, purposefully angling to tease you and press against your clit. “Remind me to thank your brother for his kind offer.”

Delirious with want, you looked back at your lover and wiggled your hips against him to pull him into your gummy walls. Eren responded with a resounding slap against your ass that had you yelping in surprise and pain.

“Impatient bitch,” he said. “If you want it so bad, then beg for it.”

“Eren please,” you started. “Please I want you.”

“You can do better than that.” Eren gave another slap to your backside. He placed the head of his cock right at your entrance, the heat emanating from you trying to entice him in.

“Eren, please. Please, Eren,” you begged. “Please, I want you. I need you Eren. Please.”

“Do you think you deserve it?” Another slap. 

Eren continued his assault on your ass until it glowed red and you were sobbing. Tears poured over your cheeks, mixing with the blood dripping from your nose.

“Yes! Eren, please. Please, just fuck me already, Eren,” you sobbed, choking on the salty metallic mix of snot, tears, and blood. “Please, Eren. I want you so bad, it hurts. It hurts, Eren.”

“It hurts? We can’t have that,” Eren teased you.

Eren slowly inched his cock in, giving you time to adjust to his size. Eren was large, especially in comparison to your smaller frame. He always stretched you out in the most delicious of ways, but the sensation was almost too much for you after going so long without. You moaned as Eren bottomed out in you. Your walls clenched in involuntary, rhythmic pulses around him.

“It feels so good, so good,” you mewled pathetically, already puddy in Eren’s hands.

“Say thank you, then,” Eren commanded.

“Thank you!” you squeaked as Eren pulled out, only to slam in. “Thank you, Eren! Thank you!”

Eren jerked you up by your dress before threading a hand in your hair. He pressed your back against the cold metal of the cell. One arm snaked around the bars to wrap around your waist and hold you in place. Detangling from your hair, Eren slapped a large hand over your mouth, nearly covering half your face. The sting sent tears prickling in the corners of your eyes and the resounding slap echoed in the underground cells.

“Quiet,” he growled low in your ear, sending even more shivers down your spine. “You don’t want them to hear. They’ll take you away from me.”

You whimpered as Eren’s thrust began to pick up in power and speed. Sweat dripped down the planes of his hard muscles. 

“Is that what you want? To take you away and never see me again?” Each threat punctuated by a particularly rough thrust that would send you to the floor if not for Eren’s arm, hard with years of muscle, wrapped through the bars of his cell around your waist, pressing you back against them. 

“You won’t get a cell by me, no. You’ll get your own far far away. It’s not just you they’ll punish. They’ll keep you as far away from me as possible if that’s what they think will hurt me the most. Is that what you want? To leave me, to hurt me?”

You shook your head violently. Your heart broke at the thought of someone taking you away from him, at the thought of being separated, and even more at the thought of being the source of pain to you and your brother’s beloved Eren. More tears spilled over your cheeks, diluting the blood from your nose that dripped down Eren’s hand around your mouth.

“Then I suggest you keep that mouth shut.” 

The lewd sound of wet skin slapping echoed throughout the underground jail, mixed with Eren’s low groans, his hushed filthy whispers, and your muffled sobs against his hand.

“You feel so good, baby,” Eren groaned right in your ear.

You whimpered against Eren’s hand as he bruised your insides. Eren was simply too big for you, and each thrust felt like you were getting deliciously split in half.

Eren removed his hand from your mouth in favor of snaking it down your torso to rub your clit. Two fingers made slow small circles on your sensitive bud. Eren’s thrusts slowed, but held more power, battering at your cervix.

“Oh my god, Eren,” you whined.

“So I’m your god now?” Eren toyed with you. Behind you, his face broke out in a smirk, a dangerous glow in his usually tired eyes.

“Yes, Eren,” you cried. “My god. My Eren.” Tears fell freely at how good Eren was making you feel.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he cooed. “You gonna cum for me when I say so.”

Weakly, you nodded.

“There’s my good girl, my sweet girl.”

Eren’s hand on your clit continued its slow circles, increasing the pressure. His arm wrapped tightly around your waist loosened its grip, and Eren trailed that hand up your torso, stopping at your neck to give a slight squeeze.

“Cum,” Eren’s deep voice rumbled against you as he pressed your clit and squeezed harder around your fragile neck.

You threw your head back, ignoring the sting of hitting the metals bars. The clanging of the metal rang throughout the empty underground, mixing with your cries of ecstasy as your juices poured out of you around Eren’s cock. Desperate chants of Eren’s name fell off your lips like a prayer as your walls clenched around him in earthquake-like spasms. Neither of you cared any longer about the noise you made.

“You’re gonna take all this cum, right?” Eren growled, nearing his end. “Don’t waste a single drop. It’s your god’s cum, right?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, exhausted from your own climax. “Gonna take it all.”

“Good girl,” Eren said in rare praise that sent your heart soaring. “My sweet, pretty girl. Take your god’s cum.” 

Eren’s hips stuttered as he reached his own peak. His hips slammed into yours once more and he squeezed his large hand once again around your neck, cutting off your air. Hot ropes of sticky white painted your pulsing heat as Eren came with a low, guttural groan.

Eren pulled your panties up immediately, rubbing the crotch against your sopping cunt and mixing your fluids.

“Don’t waste a single drop,” he growled. “That’s god’s cum.”

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[spnwatch]

Season 2: The Rankings

Whew. Oh boy.

They were still puttering about in season 1 to an extent. But now? Now they’ve really hit their stride. This season was a veritable chocolate box of delights and I ate my way through it. The overall myth arc was kind of nonsensical, but that emotional throughline? Christ. Spn buries SO MUCH emotional complexity into its leads, and they cashed in every cent in that two part finale. It packs one hell of a punch. And yeah, okay, I knew the broad strokes, the twists and turns. It’s hard not to be spoilered for a season of tv that aired over a decade ago. But reader! It mattered not!! I. Still. Wept. That’s when you know it’s the good kush.  1.) 2x12: NIGHTSHIFTER. This one just snagged the top spot by merit of its sheer ambition. Supernatural often feels like a very empty universe to me, just two guys and one car drifting from place to place. Which is fine, it makes for compelling TV, but they totally flipped the script here and this episode really dazzles precisely because of that contrast. It’s a huge, cinematic episode, a metropolitan setting full of uncontrollable elements, and it’s great to see Sam and Dean so profoundly vulnerable. The outside world is pressing up against the windows. They have sniper dots trained on them! They are, literally and figuratively, out of their depth! We’re not in Kansas any more, baby. God, I haven’t even mentioned the supporting characters. The entire mandroid rant deserves an Emmy. Victor Henrickson’s entrance! Heist movie antics! Agh!  10/10  

2.) 2x07: THE USUAL SUSPECTS. Again this episode was a cut above precisely because it showed us what the brothers look like from the outside: sketchy as all hell. It’s so good when reality ensures, because it’s great to be reminded they lead objectively insane lives! Through Linda Blair’s eyes we get to see just how unknowable, feral and amoral they appear to the eyes of polite society. Put under a microscope like this, they’re scary guys! They’re just not socialised like normal people. They don’t really care about being arrested, or about the felonies. Getting arrested is an irritant above everything else. They’re still working the case from the inside. They’re professionals; excellent liars, and totally in sync with each other. The handwritten notes they pass, like delinquent school kids! A delight! The thrill lies in watching Blair slowly unwrap their strange logic, and unravel the mystery of both the brothers and the ghost. Ugh, what a great perspective shift. I’m 100% here for it. 10/10 

 3.) 2x09: CROATOAN. Ugh, this setting. Small Town Gothic, complete with eerie mist, hostile locals and creepy Stepford vibes. Sam really shone in this episode. He’s so soothing and giant, and it made his suffering at the end all the more devastaing. The real reason this episode ranks so highly is their conversation in the surgery. It just killed me. Dean’s sheer, bone-deep exhaustion, his admission that he’s tired of the life. Sam’s despair, because he knows Dean won’t leave. The performances were so steller. I can’t even really think too deeply about it because it makes me too crazy. 10/10  

 4.) 2x21: ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE: PART ONE. I loved this finale so much more than the finale in Season 1, LOL. It might just be because I’m more invested now, who knows. The opening of this episode is a piece of art: Boston playing on the car stereo, the rain, the small cafe, the lighting. Gorgeous. I love when they have to interact with ordinary people! It adds so much: texture, humour, personality! It draws things out of Sam and Dean that we just don’t see when they have each other to bounce off of. It was so good to see Ava and Andy again. “I just woke up in freakin’ Frontierland!” The gang’s all here, folks! This episode would rank higher, but recieves minus points for the long boring speech the demon gives Sam, and killing off the first gay in the show 0.2 seconds after her introduction. Anyway. The ending of course unzipped me; Dean cradling Sam’s dead body, muttering “It’s okay, it’s not even that bad.” The elation of their reunion, so devastaingly cut short! Sam, twenty two years old, bleeding out in the mud. The sheer, hopelessness of it all. The horror. My notes for the end of the episode simply read: “Dean oh Christ. Oh my God. Oh no.” It’s just one of those scenes that stay with you long after the credits start rolling. 9/10   

5.) 2x20: WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE. I never thought I could be so profoundly upset by watching a man happily mowing a lawn. Dean’s trauma over the loss of his mother has undercut the whole show up until this point, and here it bursts to the fore. What really got me was the simplicity of it all. Just a sit-down dinner, an engagement. A beer on the porch. Fuck, he deserves it. He deserves everything. All the performances were great, they really served to show there’s a whole life in these AU characters. The fact it wasn’t all perfect was bizarrely more devastating. AU Sam’s weird straight hair and dorky jacket sealed the deal for me, as did his baffled terror in the warehouse. But even here, with no training and no idea what’s happening, he gets into the Impala! Because that’s his brother! Because I’m a huge baby I had to remove points because of how upsetting I found Sam’s quiet hostility towards Dean, HA. But that’s really just a testament to how well-realised their dynamic has become by the second season. 9/10  

 6.) 2x15: TALL TALES. Every single thing Sam does in any of Dean’s memories. Also alien slowdance set to “Lady in Red.” Also Bobby breaking them up like they’re petulant children. Gold, all of it gold. 9/10 

 7.)  2x11: PLAYTHINGS. So I’m a slut for a cool setting, obviously. Turns out, Supernatural did The Haunting of Bly Manor fifteen years ago. The swimming pool! The attic! Creepy dolls! The weird little playground! This episode has it all! I loved the saga between the ghost sister and the old lady, which would honestly make a killer movie in its own right. But I’m digressing. The main star of this episode was, of course, Dean’s profound and escalating sexual insecurities. “Well, you are kinda butch. People probably think you’re overcompensating.” FATALITY. I would’ve placed this one higher but the weird incestuous undertones kinda squicked me out... however, I did think we were meant to be creeped out by it, which is more than I can say for some other uh. Instances. It was, after all, beautifully paralelled at the end with the two sisters reuniting in death. “I can’t leave here, and you can’t leave me.” SHUDDER. Also, honestly, can Sam have one (1) breakdown on his own without Dean’s own emotional baggage taking over? Older siblings, smh. 9/10

8.) 2x22: ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE: PART TWO. This one ranks lower than part one purely because I thought the yellow-eyed demon’s overall plot was kinda nonsensical, and I cared not for John’s weird deux ex machina moment. Like do you expect me to feel sorry for that bitch? I don’t! Anyway, that being said, let’s move on to Dean’s eyes in the junkyard when Bobby asks him, “do you have that low an opinion of yourself?” They’re so flat. So dead, like a shark’s. He doesn’t need to say anything back, because it’s all over his face. That non-expression says it all. This is the culmination of the emotional arc that began with his savage beatdown of the Impala in episode 2x02. To call it survivor’s guilt wouldn’t even begin to cover what Dean goes through this episode. It’s all in Ackles’ performance; in the the way he yells, “What am I supposed to do now, Sammy?” The complete claustrophobia of it all. There’s nothing for it but to make the deal. Dean’s been moving inexorably towards this moment for the entire season. 9/10   

 9.) 2x13: HOUSES OF THE HOLY. What a kooky little episode! Magic fingers! Sam’s costcutter seance purchases! The scooby-doo placemat he uses as a makeshift altar! I love him, your honour. Obviously this episode has a lot of *~dramatic irony~* in it because of the later seasons, but it stands alone as a total banger. I was so gutted for Sam when the "angel” was revealed. So many good little Sam moments to be found in this episode. His soft, quiet little revelation that he prays every day. His awkward, earnest explanation to the horrified priest! Dean gets some great moments chasing down the would-be rapist down those dark, snow-covered streets. His speech to Sam where he explains his lack of belief is brief, but it’s a total gut punch. Rounding it off with Knockin on Heaven’s Door was just the cherry on top. 9/10 

 10.) 2x14: BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN. Ahaha I love the way Dean acts whenever Sam’s psychic powers come up. He treats him like a rebellious teen, it’s so funny. “What’s going on with you, Sam? Smokin’, drinkin’?” As if Sam’s behaviour was a) at all under his control or b) anything Dean wouldn’t HIMSELF do. Dean’s just like, this isn’t how I raised you! Truly hysterical. The whole sequence between Meg!Sam and Jo was fantastic and horrible. Sam’s huge physique is never threatening, but it really was in that moment. The interplay between them was totally spine-tingling. Meg’s impression Sam slowly crumbling away over the course of the episode was so compelling and I’m sure it will be a really fun rewatch now I know the *twist*. 9/10  

Favourite lines this season: 

The way Sam says “black cat’s bone” in 2x08

“You’re not gonna go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?!” - Dean, 2x13

“Dean, this is a very serious investigation, we don’t have time for your blah blah blah blah.” - Sam (according to Dean), 2x15

“I’m fine, except for every single thing that’s happening.” - Ava, 2x21 

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Needed Me

AN: OK so I’m kind of in love with this fic like hardcore love it. But like y'all I had to write a toxic Erik it just felt like the right thing to do. SORRY! Like always big ups to: @chaneajoyyy for da proof read!

Summary: A relationship that’s dragged on and off for years has come to it’s peaking point.

Pairing: Toxic Erik x reader

Warnings: cussing, threatens of killing, yk the normal Erik shit

Word count: 1,843

Suggested listening: So Gone (What My Mind Says) - Jill Scott  

“C’mon bring ya ass outside Y/N this is your last warning.”

“Erik please can we just talk about this over the phone we don’t need to be face to face.”

“Y/N you know I have no problem killing that punk ass nigga that’s in there with you, I suggest you get you shit and come outside right now before it gets bloody.” 

“Fuck” you hissed. You knew Erik wasn’t playing around about what he said. You grabbed your purse and jacket and opened the front door.

Erik Stevens was a toxic son of a bitch. No sugar coating the fact that he relied on his good looks and natural charisma and it made him spoiled in his young adult life, when he saw something that he wanted he got it with ease and very little push back. And his freshman year in college he decided that what he wanted was you.

The first time that you guys were together it was picture perfect, he would pick you up from class and spend the night in your dorm room. The breakup however was messy, accusations of cheating flew around in a whirlwind of problems you had with Erik and it was just one of many things that caused the fall of your relationship. A month later, just when you had started healing from your relationship he came back to you, his brother in Oakland died and you were the closest thing to family he had at Stanford. Obviously you welcomed him back into your bed that night allowing him to release all of his stress onto you and then holding him when he processed the realization of his family member dying. But by your sophomore year same as before your relationship had been plauged with rumors of cheating this time from both parties and after a fight in which he chocked you up onto a wall, but because you both were horny fucks only turned into a fit of passionate sex. But after that it was done you kicked Erik out and he stayed out, blocking him on all social media and stopping sharing your location with him. All ties were cut.

But nearly 4 months later when he saw you grinding up on a random nigga at a kickback his blood starting boiling, how dare you let him touch you like that you were practically humping him at this fucking party. And does that nigga not know who Erik is?? Most guys at Stanford steer clear of you in order not to piss Erik off but this guy doesn't seem to care. Erik didn’t remember much about that night just fist colliding with a face and your shrill scream begging him to get off of whatever the guys name was. He made you go home with him and the entire car ride you rode in silence.

Up the elevator: Silence

Walking throughout the hall to get to his apartment: Silence

Entering into the common room that he shared with his two roommates: Silence.

You didn't finally erupt until you walked in this dorm

“Are you fucking kidding me Erik!” you threw your jacket down onto his bed.

“Watch who the fuck you're talking to Y/N” Erik said as he started removing his jacket and shoes.

“Why would you do some shit like that huh? You don’t want anyone to be happy unless it’s with you!”

“Shut the fuck up and let’s go to sleep” Erik said lazily as he removed his shirt and laid out on the bed. He knew what he was doing, his body and the sex that came with it where the only reason you guys stayed together. BUT his little trick wasn’t gonna work this time.

“No. I’m going back to see Brandon and apologize to him for your behavior” You reached to grab your jacket off the bed giving Erik the perfect opportunity to grab your wrist and force you to straddle him.

“Why you always gotta be so difficult hmm?” He asked as he used his free hand to stroke your cheek.

“Let me go Erik I’m serious, I need to go apologize to Brandon for your dumbass actions. He probably doesn't even wanna fuck with me anymore because of you” you wiggled slightly trying to release yourself from his grasp.

Erik let go of your hand and started stroking your thigh “You're not even trying to leave if we’re both being honest, if you really wanted to leave you would have left already. You like being with me, just admit it.”

You threw your head back and let out a sigh, Erik wasn't wrong, you always felt comfortable around him and right now was no different but you couldn’t let him know that. Today was the day that you were going to end a very vicious cycle. You got off of Erik and grabbed your jacket

“Fuck you Erik”

Erik chuckled at that “Ay princess” he called out to you as you walked out of his room “Let me find out that you're over that niggas house, I promise I wil come over and air that bitch out. Text me when you get home I don’t want to have to come find you myself.”

Erik was a man of action but for some reason you didn’t believe him this time, the first thing that you did as soon as you got out of his apartment complex was to call an Uber to Brandon’s place. 

When it pulled up to his house you texted Brandon to let him know that you were outside and he opened the door to him. Honestly he didn’t look too bad for getting into a fight with Erik, you'd seen guys come out looking much worse, he just had a black eye with some puffiness. You didn’t say anything to him but a mutual understanding of the sorry’s that hadn't been said were being said with looks. He held out his hand to you and you took it following him into his bedroom. You both undressed and got into bed quickly, not wanting anything other than to just be in the others company. He knew about your relationship with Erik and he was the first person to help you fully realize just how toxic it was, even though you would never say it out loud. Eventually you drifted off to sleep while he held you in his arms, finally feeling calm. 

You awoke to banging on his front door and by the fact that Brandon had just sat up you knew it couldn’t be good. Brandon didn’t get into anything on campus that would constitute someone knocking in his door at god what time was it? You reached over to grab your phone and soon realized what the banging was about. You had 36 missed calls from Erik, 17 facetime calls and 50 text messages. You were fucked plain and simple. That's when you heard it:

“Y/N I’m not fucking playing with you I swear to god come outside or I’m coming in there to get you” You could tell it was Erik and he wasn’t happy.

“Fuck” you muttered to yourself as you slid out of Brandon’s bed and started pulling on your skirt that you had worn and searched for your shirt.

“You can’t go out there Y/N” Brandon said as he got out of bed throwing on a pair of shorts.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “I'm getting impatient Y/N!”

“No one else is gonna be able to calm him down right now, you just don’t get him. I’m not going back to him just talking to him.” You threw your phone and charger into your purse and looked around for your socks.

“That’s bull shit, you and I both know it. Just call him and see if you can work it out over the phone.”

 You looked at Brandon and saw the desperation in his eyes. Not desperate for you to be with him necessarily but desperate for you to be away from Erik. 

“Fine” you said as you put your shoes on. 

You grabbed your phone and dialed Erik’s number.

“Hi baby” you thought sweet talking would work. I didn’t, but it did make Erik laugh.

“C’mon bring ya ass outside Y/N this is your last warning.”

“Erik please can we just talk about this over the phone we don’t need to be face to face.”

“Y/N you know I have no problem killing that punk ass nigga that’s in there with you, I suggest you get you shit and come outside right now before it gets bloody” 

“Fuck” you hissed, you knew Erik wasn’t playing around about what he said. You grabbed your purse and jacket and opened the front door. There he was standing right in front of you, dressed in a wife beater and grey nike sweatpants with his piece sitting comfortably on his hip, you would never admit it but seeing him like that made you wetter than ever.

“Damn that nigga didn’t even walk you to the front door, what a bitch. Let’s go we got some shit to work out” Erik said as he wrapped his arm around your waist and led you to the car. You saw M’baku and T’challa sitting in the drivers and passenger seat of the g-wagon. Erik opened the door for you and you shimmed in. You had been in the g-wagon before but never in the back seat. You assumed using  someone's Wakandan connection they had tricked out the back so it was enough space to lay down and still have space.

“T’challa do me a favor and put down the partition me and my girl need to exchange some words.” Erik said.

“You sure she’s still your girl” M’baku muttered causing T’challa to laugh as he closed the partition.

“You know how embarrassing shit like that is?” Erik asked you “we’ve been together since freshman year and niggas are still questioning our devotion to each other” 

“They wouldn't have to if you didn’t give them a reason too.” you said in a hushed tone.

“You question my devotion to you baby girl? You think I’m out here fucking on other girls?” He slid his hand up your skirt and rubbed your inner thigh. “You gave me all of you, aren’t I right? I was your first everything, first boyfriend, first body, first love, let me make you feel good again. Like I did that first time.”

In your mind you flashed back to the night that you let Erik take your virginity, not even just the sex but the simplicity of everything. No one was arguing both of you were just 100% present in the moment just there with the other person. 

You looked down at Erik as he pulled your skirt down your legs, he paused when he got it past your knees. “I need you to tell me that you want this, tell me that you need me.”

You heard your words that you said to Brandon echo in your head. 

“I’m not going back to him.”

“I need you Erik”

[valkerymillenia]

Umbrella Academy

season 2, episode 5

As usual I'm going to put all my reactions and live-blogging in this one post to avoid spamming.

1962, Cape Canaveral

So Pogo is from Congo?

Wait, is that Grace? is Grace some sort of biologist or scientist?

Is Pogo supposed to be one of the chimps for the space program?

I love this song. Oh look, there's Reggie!

Oh, that nod between Reggie and Grace... What are they up to?

Yep, definitely the space program.

Little astronaut Pogo... Wait, what's happening?

Who's the shady guy in the sunglasses behind Reggie?

Aww, poor Pogo...

SO THAT'S WHERE THE SERUM USED ON LUTHER CAME FROM! I figured but it's still interesting to see the origin.

Oh, there's the ancient Greek! Did Reggie read to the kids like this too? I doubt it but one can hope.

So Reggie and Grace basically treated Pogo like their child... And Reggie was actually a decent parent... ? Dude, you couldn't do that for your actual kids?!

Wait, does this make Pogo the seven's big brother? 😆

And there's the Magnificent 12. Oh, Pogo's drawing is so cute.

Five really is onto Lila... and he's right!

Diego onto Lila as well!

Hungover Klaus 😅 and Ben asking what we all want to know but it comes from a place of love and concern. Still sassy though.

Why won't Klaus just tell Allison that he is talking to Ben? Also, cowboy? Is that a comic reference? Or just a Texas reference?

Oh, I love Ben and Klaus banter. XD

Klaus does have a point, Allison.

*Allison throws the flask away* Ben: "attagirl!" Allison: "i have a blender and some much better booze" *cue Ben sulking*

"I love you so much!" Awwww, Klaus-Allison bonding! ❤️❤️❤️ this show is really giving me everything I want, huh?

Sissy and Vanya in bed together 👀😏 that's hot.

So she brought her coffee and then took the coffee away? XD

Is Vanya offering to take Sissy to the future? 👀

Oh no, Carl!

They have a point, Five. Everything starts taking apart at soon as you arrive. Repeatedly. I actually pointed this out yesterday.

You're burning the eggs, Luther.

"That boy stinks" poor Luther 🤣

Where exactly was Luther going? Chicago? Detroit?

Wait, is that the academy pre-academy? Wait, so it's not in Texas??? Then what about Argyle? What the hell? I'm so confused now. 😵

Luther, you need a bath.

Reggie in a party xD that must be an odd sight for Luther.

"The world's never going to end in such a cliché. Believe me. I know how endings feel" -what does it mean???? Does it mean he knows how the world ends? Or does it mean politically as a member of the 12? Is it a double entendre? Foreshadowing? Does he have some sort of prescient power?

Still want to know who the shady guy in the shades is.

"No, you're not" "no, you're not" "no, i didn't" 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"I have a deep dislike of children" -yeah, we been knew. 😒😒😒

"your grotesque simian proportions"??? Those are entirely your fault, Reginald! 😠

"But...i took a bus" - oh, honey... Luther, you adorable, naive, sweet, innocent, awkward little dork... Let me hug you, i don't care if you stink! 😢

Man, Reginald is still such an asshole. (I'm glad for that though, I was afraid this season would try to play the 'he wasn't really so bad, just misunderstood' card and that would piss me off, you can show him actually caring for the children but no excusing goddamn child abusers in this house!)

"At least he didn't shank my ass" "no, bro, he shanked your heart" -awww, dudebro affection. Diego does have a sensitive side!

I didn't realize i needed Luther-Diego bonding this badly but i do. I really, really, really do.

"It's time to get the umbrella academy back together." "hell yeah, family meeting." -since when is Diego so happy to get the family together? 😆

But hell yeah, let's get the family back together!!!

"you two still a thing? Do we need to talk?" (Diego's face though 🤣) "no, she's married." "Whoa, dude. That's rough."

Diego is the new Zuko, it all lines up!

"I can handle it" he nervous chuckles while stress eating in a stolen robe, after ruining his own life and getting in trouble with the mob and getting high.

"can you get Vanya without, uh, squeezing her to death?" - ouch 🤣

I'm loving the boys bonding.

Yikes, Sissy looks so uncomfortable with Carl...

"Harlan doesn't care" -oh, he does, he reeeeally does, you just can't read the signs, you clueless dumbass.

Oh, the powers... Oh, Harlan initiating touch with Vanya! Boy is more perceptive than they think.

Why does Sissy look so scared?

Sissy's reactions to Carl have been suspicious from the start. She's given a lot of red flags (the anxiety, the body language, the hoarding money in secret, the reluctance to speak up, the desperation to keep Vanya near her at all times, etc) and I've wondered if he's been abusive but he seems more pathetic than purposely malicious, he even showed vulnerability and admited to loving her and fearing that she doesn't feel the same, so I was starting to think Sissy's fear and paranoia had more to do with a fear of Carl leaving her (and thus taking away the only income and leaving her and Harlan with nothing).

However, I'm rethinking things and I'm starting to suspect abuse again (at least psychological, if not physical)... I think the only reason we don't see it yet is because Vanya is there and Carl won't act out on front of a witness.

I could totally be wrong though, I could be seeing signs that aren't there because of my own issues. We'll see.

Is... Is Handler actually a good mother?

Nevermind, she's gaslighting.

But she cares enough to give first aid and admit she lied so... Definitely a better parent than Reginald at least. I actually want her to be a decent parent, I'm tired of the narrative where villains all have to be abusive parents, villains can love too and that makes the story so much more complex and dramatic when people finally have to choose sides.

Felt, Diego's knife... what is she up to?

Sandpaper, steel wool, round metal parts, skewers, spray lubricant, and something cylindrical with the name of a plumbing service? Is she making pneumatic canisters? The ones the Commission uses to send messages?

Also, what's with Commission training and using plumber stuff? Five also used a plumbing company's van in season 1.

Elliot really likes Jell-O, huh? Very 50s housewife of him.

"how are feeling?" "Pretty shitty, to be honest" "Where would you say you are on a scale from one to ending all life on this planet?" 🤣🤣🤣 They are never going to let her live this down, are they?

I need more Vanya-Diego bonding. ❤️

Diego accepted Vanya's apology???😲 AWWWWWWWW 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Diego about to ask girl advice from his sister? So cute, why did they interrupt, I wanted to see that! 🥰

I miss Diego's nervous stutter though.

"you don't speak French" -doesn't he? If Allison can read seven languages, logically so can all the others, right? And Klaus is constantly using French and German, how are you telling me he doesn't know French? 😆

"did we all get sexier?" -pretty much and you're not done yet.

Aww, awkward Vanya-Allison hug... Let them bond! 💖💖💖

Klaus and Diego hugging!!! And Diego calling him out on being drunk like the overprotective brother he is 💖💖💖

Klaus hugging the girls! 💖💖💖

So much love. So much growth since all the bitterness from season 1. I NEED MORE OF THIS, DAMN IT!

Who knew it took Vanya snapping and killing everyone for this family to finally bond?

OH COME ON, KLAUS! Just tell them poor Ben is there, that's so mean.

Ah! Allison and Diego with pure sibling banter. 💖

What is with the Handler family and red shoes?

Handler's style changed a bit, went from retro femme fatale on s1 to matronly debutante in s2... Interesting.

Don't hurt the kitty, you bitch! 😡

The Swedes have become crazy cat people. I'm starting to love these weirdos.

Is that their mama?

Pneumatic tube! CALLED IT!

Ah, I see. That's why she wanted Diego's knife. The Swedes are getting set up.

"oh my God, again?" ... "all of you knew? Why am I always the last one to find out about the end of the-- oh, my God. My cult is gonna be so pissed. Five, I told them we had until 2019!" -that's why you're the last one, Klaus, your priorities.

"is it Vanya?" "Klaus!" "What? It's usually Vanya." - one time. you end the world ONE TIME and nobody ever let's you live it down.

"find dad" "kill dad" -well, Diego learned from Five *shrugs*

"has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?" -literally everyone except you, Vanya.

( well, unless saving Harlan with your magic lights messed up the timeline...)

Yup, here they go calling each other out. Hilarious 🤣🤣🤣

"THANK you" - I love Ben 💙

Diego, you idiot, saving Kennedy is what wrecks everything! Stop being stubborn.

Aww, traumatized Five... Please just listen to him, he just wants to save you all because he loves you 😢

Five deserves more love from the family. PLEASE.

Wow, Luther is reeeeally bitter about daddy, huh? What is Lila doing?

"I've missed you all... So much" BEN! 😭😭😭😭😭

Ok, now I'm crying.

Klaus, let your brother talk to the rest of the damn family, he misses them! 😭😭😭😭

Yay, more Luther-Diego bonding!

"since the last time I destroyed the world by overestimating my own importance" -I'm so glad he owns up to this, it's very important but he needs to get over his self-hate and gain some confidence again.

Diego, stop acting like you don't have daddy issues, you are riddled with them.

Diego's hero complex again... Which comes from the daddy issues. Luther is right.

"you are so goddamn big that sometimes I forget what a sensitive bastard you are." 🤣🤣🤣 He's absolutely right!

Brotherly bonding ftw!

Oh, they got daddy's attention!

AHAHAH! Allison bitching and rambling while doing Klaus's hair, Vanya miming shooting the bottles ("pew pew" 🤣). I'm sorry but this whole scene is adorable as fuck.

Girl's day!

"wouldn't it be weird if Five grew up all hot?" 🤣🤣🤣 Klaus asking the real important questions here!

Vanya confused by the Luther/Allison crush 🤣 "aren't we all related?"' -yes, honey, that's why it's weird.

"if you have to use the word 'technically' you're already in trouble" -THANK YOU, KLAUS!

Klaus's ENTIRE speech about their love lives is the most perfect thing EVER 🤣🤣🤣👌👌👌💯💯💯

Really alarmed Vanya finding out she dated a serial killer: "what?!" / Allison, whispering casually: "Later." 🤣

"the healthiest long-term relationship in this family was when Five was banging that mannequin." 😂😂😂😂😂 The best part is- HE'S NOT WRONG

Vanya's weirded out face is priceless 👌👌👌

"the only thing the umbrella academy knows about love is how to screw it up" "cheers!" 💯👏👏👏

These babies really need a hug. Let me hug them!

"how do you guys deal with this?" -look at them Vanya, they day drink.

"well, I get reeeeally high, Allison... Allison... Lies to herself. And you supress all your emotions deep, deep down until you... Blow shit up." -Klaus really is serving up all the wisdom in this little outing, isn't he? Maybe being a cult leader actually did him some good? Or maybe it's just that his family is FINALLY listening to him.

"yeah, I'd really like to not do that anymore" 😂 -ah! Is Vanya graduating out of the awkward dork sibling category and into the sassy queen one?

Omg, the drunk decisions...

"I just hate group backups, that's why I stopped dating twins" 😆😆😆😆

"this family is amazing" - DAMN RIGHT, VANYA! ❤️🧡💛💚💚💙💜

Awww, the HUG! The DANCING! MY BABIES! Fav scene, fav scene!

I want to adopt this family so bad.

And here's the Swedes being set up...

There goes baby Swede! I kinda feel bad for them.

Uh oh, now they want revenge of poor Diego.

Gotta hand it to Handler, she played this one very well. Parallels Five tricking Hazel and Cha-Cha into fighting each other in season 1. Very cool.

BAD GUY! I like this version better than the original, great song and fits Lila perfectly.

Holy shit!!!!!!!!! We all knew Five had moves but THESE MOVES!!!!!! 😲

How did Lila do that? Is it with Handler's time stopping thing? I always wondered how she did that too.

Holy shiiiiiiiiit. This whole fight was FANTASTIC! 😲

Oh Vanya... 😢

Oh Sissy... 😩

Sissy has been so desperate to keep Vanya tied to her but the moment Vanya asks her to make the slightest sacrifice for their relationship Sissy balks and pulls away... Not a balanced relationship at all.

I understand Sissy's fear, it's not selfishness, it's literal fear of change, but it's still sad and it's going to wreck them.

Oh, so this is where the swedish cover of "Hello" comes in... Very fitting.

Viking funeral, huh?

Ok, I never thought I'd have feels for the Swedes but I do. 😢

Luther eating AGAIN. But hey, he and Diego didn't the whole day together! Why can't we see that too? I need more brother time between these two.

Oh Klaus, is so uncomfortable but he can't stand disappointing the cultists, can he?

Still shocks me how all those people just invaded his house while he was away and thought that was perfectly acceptable and cool, it shows they really don't respect him as a person, he's just an object to make them feel better and give them purpose... It's terrifying and really sad when you think about it.

"sit your ass down." -you go, Allison! Tell him everything!

This episode gave me SO MANY FEELINGS! It might read like (extremely good) fanfiction but it's exactly what we all needed and it might be my favorite episode so far.

[victoriaholmeswriting]

A Waste of Talent

Chapter Nine: Noire Morales

Read it on AO3!

Rating: M

Words: 1310

A/N:This is much longer than the other chapters, but this is definitely one of my favourites!

John closed the door behind them.  He crossed his arms in a casual manner as he turned to Snape.  “Do I need to explain?”

Snape crossed his arms in a less casual manner -- letting John know that he was definitely still pissed about being shouted at and ordered around by his former student.  “No, he’s always used his mind palace.  Mycroft has one as well, though I don’t think his literally took the form of a palace like Sherlock’s.”

John chuckled.  “Weird, I’ve never thought about Mycroft as a student.  Jesus, he must have been a right twat.  Did he already have a god-complex then?”

No reply.  Snape continued to glare down at John, but gave no indication of an answer to his question.

The Gryffindor laughed to himself.  (He knew laughing out loud would be pushing it.)

“You’re not one for small talk and reminiscing are you?” he asked.

Again, Snape said nothing.

John sighed.  He wasn’t afraid of the former Potions Master, but he did respect him.  This man wasn’t just his old professor, he was the spy that managed to protect Harry Potter and undermine Voldemort from behind enemy lines and all while the Order -- including himself -- hunted him down and the other Death Eaters tried to get rid of him by any means possible.

For the first time since they arrived, John really took in Snape’s appearance.  He looked tired, even more so than when John was a student.  Like he hadn’t slept since the end of the war.  It was nearly 3 a.m. when they got here, but Snape was still in his day robes.  His clothing was quite similar to the ones he always wore: black with many buttons and layers.  But now there was a light, black scarf tied around his neck.  It was loose on one side, as if he messed with it a lot.  

Sticking out ever so slightly on that side was the top of a gnarly looking scar.

It may have been the only way to get them to stop bitching at each other, John thought, but he didn’t deserve that disrespect.

“Look,” he began awkwardly, “thanks for helping us with the case and all.”  He paused, looking for any kind of reaction.

Snape’s eyebrow hitched in such a way that John could actually hear “go on” in his voice despite the fact that his lips were tightly shut.

“And I’m sorry,” he continued.  “For intruding so late at night.  And for the way I spoke to you earlier.  All that needed to come out so Sherlock could focus on the case -- and not blow up your lab.  But it was completely uncalled for and I apologize.”

Snape glared into his soul until John started to wonder if he was going to be hexed.

Finally, Snape turned away and started walking towards the kitchen.  “Tea?” he called back over his shoulder.

Before he could answer, there was a knock at the door.

John’s head snapped towards the sound.  He reflexively drew his wand.

Snape reappeared at his side, gripping his own wand.  They exchanged a look.

“Do you sense that magic?” John whispered.

Snape nodded.

Another knock.  A rather impatient one, this time.

They started forwards, John putting himself in front of Snape as they approached the door.  He looked at Snape and gestured towards the handle.

Understanding, Snape cautiously grabbed it and -- after John nodded -- yanked it open.

John thrust his wand under the newcomer’s chin.

“Really, Dr. Watson?  Is that completely necessary?”

“Mycroft?!”  John stared at the elder Holmes in unabashed disbelief.  “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well, I believe that’s quite obvious, don’t you think? Even for you.”  He tapped John’s wand, which was digging into the soft skin under his jaw after that last insult.  “Do you mind?”

John lowered his wand, gritting his teeth.

“Thank you,” Mycroft smirked.  He pushed past John without waiting for an invitation.

He looked around momentarily with a curious expression before acknowledging Snape, holding out a hand to him.  “Nice to see you again, Severus.  Long time no see.”

Snape crossed his arms again, fuming.  “Do not call me that name, Holmes.  But do explain exactly why you’re here.  Given what I’ve read of the Consulting Detective and Dr. Watson, your assistance -- though I doubt that’s what this is -- is not normal.”

He’s read about our cases? John pondered.  Has he been keeping tabs on Sherlock?

Mycroft sneered, flexing his hand as he dropped it.  As much as he hated showing true emotions, it was very obvious when his ego was damaged.

“Yes,” he replied, not agreeing to anything in particular.  “Very well.  I’ve been put in charge of making sure this case is solved and covered up in a timely manner.  I don’t believe I need to explain the severity of the situation what with three muggles having been murdered by a wizard with an experimental potion.  Things would get very messy for out kind.”

Snape breathed a short laugh.  “I rather thought it already was.”

John couldn’t help but laugh at that.

Mycroft clenched his jaw.

“NOIRE MORALES!”  Sherlock burst into the living room, shouting in a french.

All three men turned to face him, each wearing an expression of shocked confusion.

Sherlock locked eyes with his brother and stopped dead in his tracks.  The wild look of building triumph faltered slightly.  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

John put his hands up, stopping whatever sarcastic jab formed on Mycroft’s sharp tongue.  “Nope, we don’t have time for that.  Sherlock, what is ‘noire morales?’”

Sherlock eyed Mycroft for another moment before deciding to leave it alone.  “It’s a calling card disguised as a name.  I’ve come across it a few times over the years in cases involving potions, but none of them were of much substance.  Boring stuff that took even the Ministry and its minions minimal effort to deal with.  The cases were never interesting so I never followed up on them, though I always believed that those cases were just a warm up.  Just practice.  I shared this with the Ministry and they assured me they’d keep tabs on it.”  He locked eyes with Mycroft once more.  “But clearly they have not.”

For the first time ever, Mycroft did not take the opportunity to bite back.  Quite oppositely, he was listening intently and seemed to agree.  “It makes sense,” he said.  “But are you sure this is the same person?”

“Yes.  From what Snape told us about Margery Kentworth and this potion of hers--”

“That potion is the doing of Margery Kentworth? I knew she should have been dealt with sooner.

Sherlock gave him a pointed look.  “Do you mind?”

Mycroft held up his hands.  “Sorry.”

Rolling his eyes, Sherlock continued, “She’s cruel and cares little for the lives of others.  However, she’s never actually killed -- at least, not that we know of.  The major commonality in the Noire Morales cases was that that was the name the attackers gave as their supplier.  There was only one other that I suspected to be by the same potioneer with no middle-man, but it was fairly harmless.  Not interesting at all.  I passed on the information as well as my theory, but did not pursue it.

“That potion is far more refined than the original scribbled concept that you showed us, Snape.  But it still isn’t perfect.  Meaning, it’s better from improved general skills, not from actually practicing the potion itself.

“You said Kentworth’s motivation was to alleviate boredom.  What if she got bored of testing minor illness potions and selling them?  What if a client asked for a potion to kill Muggles, and she was finally so bored that she agreed and decided to recreate her school-hood brainstorm to see if it would actually work.

“It even fits the name.  ‘Black Morals.’”

Tags: @madshelily​ @klinenovakwinchester​ @josiecarioca​

[sighingsiren-tales]

ZODIAC MEN

So, I haven’t really said it much here but I have been healing from something terrible and this was my way of healing. I love astrology and this is something that I may start permanently in addition to the fan fiction I write here. I hope you enjoy it~Kae

*Note, this is from the perspective of a Leo Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Mercury, Virgo Venus and Rising and Scorpio Mars. (I’m a female) 

ARIES

❌My middle school boyfriend. Ha, you still hit me up and tell me i look cute and how we’re gonna have kids from time to time, maybe even flirt with me here and there. can’t say i don’t like it the attention but that ship sailed long ago. Funny, a definite goofball, popular after his insecurity phase was over. 

❌one of the first guys i fucked in college. lol you were fun, fun as hell. you were always easy going, funny and matched my energy relatively well but you were most definitely a fuckboy (sorry) you just liked pussy and women too much for us to ever work, assuming you even wanted us to work. You still tried to hit on me when i had a boyfriend (who was your roommate) and when you had a girlfriend. Bold as hell and he was h u g e.

❌ah, one of the few of your kind that I actually like on campus. loud personality but actually very timid. always asks me how to seduce people and tells me that I get what i want relatively easy. a ball of insecurities and emotion. learn your value king and get over that. 

TAURUS

❌over emotional man child lmao sorry. you want someone to be your mother and hold your hand and i can honestly say no one has hurt me like you have. too self absorbed, needs reassurance, can’t be himself. drinks and smokes too much. navy dude.

❌one of my self proclaimed brothers. he’s a bit of a hard ass and a commitmentphobe but he has a big heart and truly acts like a second dad haha. i love him as a friend. caring, soft, funny, protective asf (especially of me), won’t let me walk back to my dorm alone. 

❌my little brother. a pain in my ass. acts tough and hard, uses a lot of slang. needs attention and reassurance often. loves hard but can be annoying. told me he cared about me when i ran away. needs a healthier way to show his emotions. we butt heads a lot as kids. stubborn as hell. love you though kid 

❌ahh, this one (he’s a cusp kid, 4/20 hehe blaze it). honestly a super hero. so caring and sweet but also kinky and your handprint is kinda still on my ass. i had a crush on you before you did. honest, respectful, loveeessssss his mom, has a lot of female friends (which makes me a bit jealous). anime buddy. patient, protective, a bit of a temper (it’s kinda hot), the best kind of man. can get me to open up but strengthen me at the same time?? my superman, the only man i don’t mind being vulnerable to. reminds me of an anime character. a warrior with a heart of g

GEMINI

 ❌fun while it lasted and i’m pretty sure i was your flavor of the month and you were mine as well. you were funny, and meshed with my energy well. didn’t last long in bed tho😬 your laugh was contagious. really good dancer. can’t hold a relationship for your LIFE. not good with emotions, a free spirit. kinda wishy washy. didn’t like it when i avoided hanging out. 

❌quiet, had an intimidating presence. everyone thought you were scary but you were funny, logical and very headstrong. strong silent type. always opened up with me but no one else. has a “lone wolf mentality” strongest man i know. made me happy with who i am, gave the best advice. unmovable, easy going. the one i stay with at all family functions. a big chunk of my heart. love you big bro.

CANCER

 ❌absolute trash lmao. always attracted drama and stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. ultimate instigator. i think you just need a diary and a xanax. everyone said you tried to break up me and my (then) boyfriend?? cute but annoying. an acquired taste (and that’s me being nice)

❌my little baby brother. the sweetest thing upon planet earth. always asks me if i’m okay, comes to me when he’s sad and cried when i told him i was leaving for college. tells me he loves my hair and nails and always protects his big sis. always excited to see me. so smart, a damn genius actually. amazing with technology. i love you so much little man.

LEO

 ❌ahh my first love. so caring, tender, sweet but had too many scars and wounds for us to heal together. we made so many mistakes with one another but you were always trying to be my own personal naruto and, for a while, you were. and for those few months you were my everything. kept me going when i wanted to die. kissed my scars all the time. always bought me food. loved to spoil me. had a temper and hid his emotions. put everyone before himself too much. things ended bad and our egos clashed. i hurt you. i’m sorry. the last words we said to each other were good bye and i love you. 

❌someone at college who wants to fuck me lmao. always hugs me really tight, stares me down in a way where i know he’s undressing me mentally. says love is bullshit but wants a happy ending and i know it. also also, you’re not fucking me lmao.

VIRGO

 ❌my summertime coworker. a party animal, mentally resilient and smart as all hell. we fooled around once lmao but it never got far. funny as fuck. never spoke about what he had going on but i know he was hurting. a perfectionist, a scammer. 

❌sweet in a weird kinda of way. always asks if i’m okay. always asks if i need something, always willing to help. trusts me to make my own decisions and encourages me to think for myself and watch my back. hard working, quiet with bit of a hardshell. never lets anything dictate who he is. love you uncle. 

LIBRA

❌my distant friends ex; wishy washy. not very good with commitment. really cute room and good fashion sense. pretty lips; respectful and honest fuck boy. made a move on me once after a party once. pops in and out of my life. 

❌invited me to a gala once. loved the attention of having me on my arm. hated my ex. smoked weed a lot, easy going and soft spoken. never got angry, went along with anything. probably in jail or in some legal trouble right now.

SCORPIO

❌you wanna fuck me. lol i know you do and you’ve made it clear as the only thing you want me for. came up to my room and tried to barge in after i told you not to. kinda creepy. quiet. doesn’t say much. always seemingly where i am. in my same major, soooo tall, soft spoke voice. 

❌oh boy. obsessive. possessive, jealous. we were good friends. then you fell in love with me. i didn’t think of you that way. you told me it was okay and then began to blow up my phone with messages, text my friends to ask where i was and blow up on me when i said we needed space and cursed me out. safe to say we don’t talk anymore. when i blocked you, you emailed me an apology and asked my friend to tell me you’re sorry and give me your letter. overthinks a lot. always needs to be in the know and/or control. consuming. reallll timid and unconfident. weed addict. total beta male.

❌you’re sexy. i’ll give you that. and you’re smart. you pop and out of my life. easy going. sweet. quiet, distant and a little annoying with your wishy washyness. i took your virginity 😬 lmao yikes. always around a group of females. nice hair, always played in mine. really funny and the times where you matched my energy it was magic. 

SAGITTARIUS

❌lol uh i knew you in high school. went to harvard. super super attractive, very competitive and very funny. had a pretty chill vibe. i wanted to kiss you. had perfect teeth, the valedictorian of the class before me. 

❌a hardass, lol. sees things like they’re black and white. has a funny side, hilariousssss but in a mean kind of way. doesn’t show much emotions but you know he cares. blunt. caring in his own way. took me to get my first tattoo. affectionate in a awkward pat back type of way. when he sees me sad, he helps best he can although that’s not always in the best of ways. helped me get through my grammy’s death. my dad. 

CAPRICORN

 ❌ah the fwb that turned into my boyfriend. we should’ve never happened. i care for you but a relationship was a bad idea. we started based off sex. was fucking a lot of girls when when with me (9 of them lmao yikes 😬) aloof, funny, dorky, another anime buddy. thinks he knows everything, thinks he’s a god (literally), an emotional baby when it comes down to it. made me his reason and told me he loved me. i regret telling you i loved you too. gas s god complex and wants things to come to him with minimal effort. 

❌ahh, you always had a thing for me. you and everyone else told me. held my umbrella for me while we walked in the rain. told me i was perfect, always promised that you’d marry me. pop in my life from time to time. down with anything. 

AQUARIUS

❌ ahhh the forbidden fruit. distant, friendly, charming, a liar. very sexual, always complimented me and once told me he loved me(yikes). really cute, made me feel special, has been trying to get me for yrs. not sure if it’s just sex or if it’s more but not giving myself the chance to be hurt and find out. sometimes i wonder what we could’ve been but the drama attached to your back makes me think otherwise. i still think of you from time to time. great kisser. 

PISCES 

❌my self proclaimed older brother. really knowledgeable, wise, sweet, loves his girlfriend with all his heart. encourages me to open up. supports me the best way i need, not always want lol. funny, a meme lord, hilarious in a subtle way. knows he’s that bitch. has almost all female friends but still retains his masculinity perfectly stronger than he lets on. an absolute blessing. helped me learn to love who i was and to be open to living others.

❌a wanna be gangster. lmao wants to fuck me but not happening. a big ball of unsorted through emotions. needs to get over his toxic masculinity but soft, caring. a big ass baby. unfaithful and childish. needs to learn his self worth within himself. daddy issues.

[aefintyr]

a multi-muse survey

tagged by @ourpyrrhicvictory​​ <3

CANON MUSES

name of your favorite muse: Probably either Bellatrix or Mary. I’ve played Bellatrix for years, and actually RPed her on her own blog before making this one, so writing her comes naturally. She’s so awful and disturbing, but also fiercely independent and wild while still being dutiful and doing what is best for the family. A lot of people portray her as either one or the other, but the point of my portrayal of Bellatrix is that she can be both of these seemingly contradictory things and how she is both of these things at the same time. But Mary has quickly become a favourite of mine, because of her complexity and the darkness she grapples with and how just because she’s dealt with one form of trauma, doesn’t mean she’ll react the same to another form of trauma. But she’s still her, fundamentally, even if she can’t believe it, or wants to believe it.

name of your very first muse: On this blog? Alecto! For HP? Probably Bellatrix, in all honesty. I mean, I’m pretty certain; I mainly played her in group rpgs. My very first canon muse in general? Uhhh, I’m honestly not sure but it MIGHT’VE been Amara from TVD. I played her for a bit, back when i was still into TVD, along with Ayana. But tbh I don’t have a clue, I’ve been doing this thing for so long, I can’t remember.

name of your meanest muse: Alecto. Bellatrix is pretty fucking awful and is up there, and I almost answered with her but @ourpyrrhicvictory convinced me otherwise. Yes, Alecto doesn’t really hate Muggles all that much and anyone can feel the brunt of Bellatrix’s wrath but Alecto’s just... so malicious? They are both cruel. But Alecto directs a lot of her cruelty towards her half-brother and she’s just so... petty about it.

name of your nicest muse: Mate, I don’t know. There’s Étiennette, Katie, Lily, Charity... I guess I’ll pick Katie because she’s just so nice and sweet, but in a way that’s different to everyone else. Like she’s competitive, but outside of Quidditch, she’s harmless and she doesn’t like or want to hurt people.

name of your most troubled muse: Oh boy! It’s pretty close between Dorcas and Mary, but I still do think Mary easily wins out. She’s just been through a lot and goes through a lot. Losing her parents, then being raised in a Muggle orphanage for a time away from Scotland because her grandparents don’t want her, having to hide her magic. Then when she’s found a place in Hogwarts and friends who love her and she loves them, Mulciber comes in and ruins everything, and the trauma from that experience changes her and she grapples with a lot of inner-darkness and hatred and is pretty self-destructive. And then she loses basically everyone she loved and cared about. Survivor’s guilt is a bitch.

character you have the most muse for atm: Bellatrix, Mary, and Alecto always lmao But also Étiennette.

two of your muses that would never get along: Bellatrix and Alice, for very obvious reasons.

two of your muses that could be best friends: I’ll go with the obvious and say Lily and Mary because they love each other so much and are canonically best friends on my blog.

two of your muses that would make a cute couple: A cute couple? Uh... I guess Katie and Romilda would be pretty cute, once Romilda improves on her selfishness and stuff.

two of your muses that are most similar: Okay, so, I have insecurities over making my characters too similar and try to make them actual, flawed characters. But! Alecto and Bellatrix. As described before, they’re both pretty fucking terrible people and a lot of their cruelty comes from a place of anger and hatred. But they deal with it differently.

name of the muse you’d be best friends with irl: Honestly, maybe Lily! We have a similar protective streak of our friends and will punch someone for them.

name of the muse you’d probably hate irl: Bellatrix and Alecto without any hesitation. I mean, they’re fucking wizard Nazis. And they torture and murder a lot of people. Like, I would just hate them on principle alone, even if I didn’t know they fucking killed people.

a faceclaim you’ve been eager to use: Taylor Russell! Also James Rolleston, who I nominally have as Donaghan Tremlett but will probably be removing, since I haven’t done anything with him whatsoever. But Taylor Russell is just sooo pretty, holy shit. And Elodie Yung, because she’s awesome and beautiful.

OC  MUSES

name of your favorite muse: Honestly? Leta. They were a passion project, with me taking like a couple details from a deleted canon character and running away with it. They sat on the back-burner for quite a bit, before I finally made this blog and included them on it. They’re all about adaptability and fluidity and identity, and how that ties together. You can thank Filthy Rich for inspiring me - with a dash of Inej from SOC.

name of your very first muse: Written on this multimuse? Grisha. First HP OC, period? I honestly couldn’t tell you, probably some self-insert or some shit. My very first OC I roleplayed just in general? A winged ice wolf named Glace. Do not judge me, I was pretty hard into the whole wolf/Warrior Cats forum rps when I was younger.

name of your meanest muse: Mafalda. She’s just very bratty, arrogant, and rude; even if her arrogance is somewhat justified by her academics. She’s capable of playing nice if she considers you an “equal”, Hermione being a bit of an exception, but she’s just quite a lot to deal with. She’s not on the level of like Bellatrix or Alecto and she’s not a blood purist or anything like that - the exact opposite considering the fact that her parents are a Muggle and a Squib, meaning she’s a half-blood - it’s just that she’s... very mean lmao

name of your nicest muse: Grisha! God, Grisha is just... so nice and friendly man, and I mean that’s part of the reason why she gets fucked over, but yeah, she’s like pretty sociable and easy to get along with. It doesn’t mean she’s perfect by any means, she’s a Gryffindor through-and-through, both the good and the bad. But why be a dick when you can just be generally nice to people and treat them well for free?

name of your most troubled muse: Leta without a doubt. You don’t have the kind of backstory that they have and go through the shit they have without coming out of it at least a little bit troubled. And Leta has a lot of shit to deal with.

character you have the most muse for atm: Leta, but that’s no surprise.

two of your muses that would never get along: Man, I honestly don’t know. I feel like any one of them would maybe clash initially but then eventually come to work out their differences and shit and come to an understanding. But for the sake of it, maybe Grisha and Mafalda? She’d just be like “why can’t you just be kinder to people?” and Mafalda would wallow in teenage angst, or something.

two of your muses that could be best friends: Leta and Grisha? They’re both pretty different people but opposites attract and all of that. Plus they could bond over their pretty drastic but mutual experiences with Voldemort/Tom. And Grisha would definitely feel sorry for Leta and their unfortunate circumstance. Yeah, I do feel like they’d get along.

two of your muses that would make a cute couple: On the same topic, Leta and Grisha? Then again, it’s also more of the fact that Leta and Grisha are closer in age than either of them with Mafalda lmao But yeah, for the same reasons that I stated above.

two of your muses that are most similar: Leta and Malalda? They both had to grapple with issues concerning their identities and place expectations on themselves in different ways.

name of the muse you’d be best friends with irl: Grisha, probably. I’ve already talked about how nice she is and stuff, but also IRL I’ve just often gotten along and become friends with people way more extroverted. So you know, that’s just how it goes lmao

name of the muse you’d probably hate irl: Mafalda, I guess? If we were both in highschool at the same time, at least. I mean, I’ve met a few girls similar to Mafalda when I was in highschool, and I wasn’t exactly their biggest fans. Hate is a strong word, tho.

a faceclaim you’ve been eager to use: Holly Earl is a big one, fell in love with her as Erica Mason in the 2019 FMV video game Erica. She’s super pretty in it. Also whichever one I eventually choose for my Squib Slughorn journalist, because I have a lot of them lined up for her.

Tagging:  anyone who wants to!

[davinamarr]

SP Bedlam mini review/general thoughts - very long very sorry!!!

howdy skeleton fuckers, I’m here to talk about Bedlam. There’s gonna be some spoilers in here so please be wary if you haven’t started reading Bedlam yet or haven’t finished! I’ll tag the post with spoilers so it can be filtered out for y’all who aren’t done with the book yet.

Right

Here we go babeyssssss

So, I think Bedlam was a massive step up from both Resurrection and Midnight. I’ll be kind and put it down to the fact that there were a shit ton of new characters introduced, a new complex plot to keep up with and all that fancy stuff as a reason for why the first two books of phase 2 felt so shaky to me. I enjoyed them, but they definitely had the feeling like Derek was getting to grips with writing these characters again and writing the new characters and really feeling them out and getting them right. 

Bedlam felt so right. It felt like how the books from phase 1 felt; familiar and strangely comfortable, like I was well acquainted with the style and format and characters and plot.  

Into the good stuff now!

Okay, so I loved Abyssinia from the beginning of Phase 2. She’s a fucking loony and I loved that about her but I also loved her deeply caring side, too. Even though her intentions were far from perfect and her love for Caisson sometimes seemed very self-centered and like he was merely a ploy in her plan, there were times in Bedlam were it was evident that she really, genuinely loved him. When she was beating the shit out of Valkyrie and immediately ceased her attack because Caisson was dying it was heart-wrenching and showed us that she genuinely loved her son, even if she did show it in a psychopathic, dysfunctional and massively controlling way. We all have our flaws, right? 

Next, Macaroni Bone Baby - or, as he’s been renamed, ‘macaroni mev muppet’ or ‘bastard mev baby’ 

Am I thoroughly disappointed that Caisson wasn’t Skulduggery’s son? Absolutely. 

Did I also predict that Mevolent was his dad very quickly into the book? Also yes.

I feel like it was somewhat obvious but I still enjoyed the build up and the pure drama of the scene where Caisson’s true magic sperm donor is revealed. Although, I guess he has a literal sperm donor and no magic was actually involved. 

My sweet baby Razzia, why did she have to die? She could have been such a cool character to keep around. Similar to how Fletcher jumps in and helps occasionally. 

Also, Fletcher - that man finally joined the team again and it just made me so happy to see him not being totally sidelined like he usually is! Team Fletcher!

Valitsa, the ship I never knew I needed. Oh my God, I actually love this ship so much. It’s so sweet and genuine, I totally respect your opinion if you disliked it because I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about it when it was being speculated after Midnight but goddamn my little heart couldn’t take any scenes where they interacted with each other. 10/10 would recommend. 

Alice - she’s finally got her soul, sweet baby! I hope she gets those 7 years worth of tears out and we get to see more of her because I love Alice so much and I love the relationship her and Valkyrie have because it’s soooooooo sweet I’m gonna fuckin cryyyy

OH, speaking of Alice, I kind of had my prediction slightly wrong! I immediately thought that Alice was going to be the descendant of the Faceless Ones and not Valkyrie, but I entirely see the connection between Valkyrie and the Faceless Ones and why it would be her rather than Alice. 

We finally got our fill of Tanith Low! My sweet blonde haired slim thicc baby! I love Tanith and I’m so glad she had quite a few appearances in this book and I sincerely hope she continues to be a main-ish character again. 

And China, will she ever stop being so annoyingly mysterious? I secretly love cold-hearted-angry-bitch China that arrests her closest friends without hesitation and I would 100% let her step on me if she wanted to. I’m very curious as to who that man in her dream was when she was 19 and the vision of Solace and the referring to her as ‘mother.’ Very ominous, Landy. 

Also, Skulduggery HAS A BROTHER!!!!!!

A LIVING, BREATHING, MAGICAL BROTHER!!!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK 

Never and Omen are still some of my favourite characters and Omen is still my sweet baby boy son and if any of you touch him we’re gonna FIGHT 

Sebastian on Lily’s scooter was probably the highlight of their little dimension-jumping escapade, because I’ll be frank here, I wasn’t entirely interested in the Darquesse club thing but that last chapter definitely drew me in! 

I’m gonna end this here with a swift apology about my lack of posts here. As you know, I’ve been going through some shit for the past 2 months and my last  A Level exams are in full swing so I’m basically spending all my time either convincing myself that I’m okay or revising. I’m planning a re-read of the whole series this summer as my summer task and I’d like to post chapter by chapter summaries/thoughts posts. Hopefully I’ll be posting more soon since I’ve read Bedlam and the fandom is picking up again. Thanks for stopping by! 

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale 3.05 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- I’m still so pissed that Jughead brought my core 4 into this. Like, we know they’re not stupid so THANKS FOR MAKING THEM JOIN A GAME THAT HAS BEEN FUCKING KILLING PEOPLE JUGLYFUCK.

- Rob Raco is so fucking gorgeous. But I couldn’t help myself and saw spoilers so i’m mad. But i’ll rant when it comes up.

- Of course Joaquin fell... but ARCHIE THE TRUE FUCKING KING OF RIVERDALE BLOCKS HIM FROM BEING SHOT. Ya’ll really queerbaited the fuck out of us huh. Bitches.

- I can’t believe they’re actually making me agree with Betty. What the fuck lmao JUGHEAD YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE SANE ONE WHO TRIES (and usually fails) TO KEEP BETTY FROM DOING STUPID SHIT.

- Oh my GOD Jughead... you guys didn’t even know the game yet. Real life “quests” aren’t a part of the game you jackass. Jesus.

- Even though Jug is going fucking crazy... why does he actually look all cute and innocent? What is this episode doing to me? Also how is his creepy, mind-controlled-like demeanor much more tolerable than how he usually acts?

- Lmao Betty is so pissed that her boyfriend isn’t doing what she wants. It’s a nice rarity to see, even though Jug is trippin. If only they would allow him to be his own person in general.

- YES VERONICA GIVE HIRAM’S BITCH ASS THE SILENT TREATMENT.

- Wow, Hiram really is a dickhead for telling this all to Veronica simply to fuck with her. Also is it just me who somehow didn’t realize he had a tattoo?

- Why do they make Veronica stupid enough to tell people what she’ll do, and allow them to thwart her plans and incriminate her? OUR QUEEN ISN’T STUPID.

- YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING BRAND HIM? They do realize that (if he does) when he gets out of prison, people will see he was fucking branded? Like??? Are you fucking stupid? Poor Archie... good thing he’s breaking out of jail!

- I don’t know why... but i’m saying everything is Marty Mantle’s fault. Don’t ask because I DON’T KNOW IT’S JUST A FEELING.

- Josie is so fucking done with Betty. Me too! Instead of, you know, letting them know and ask their parents nicely or something Betty’s like “yeah so go investigate your parents for murder”

- “Thank you for mansplaining my business to me” WE LOVE AND STAN VERONICA.

- CHONI. WOW THEY’RE STANDING FIVE FEET AWAY FROM EACH OTHER. Oh they were so totally fucking in that tent cOME ON.

- I know I wanted screentime for my babies but this ain’t it. GIVE ME THEIR FUCKING BACKSTORIES. Jughead if they die I will literally hate you. Like, no hard passes I will legit fucking hope you die with them because that’s the only way it’ll be made up. Although Sweet Pea with a bow and arrow? Hot af bye

- BUT SWEET PEA, MY MAN, IS STILL SPITTING TRUTH. “We’re your foot-soldiers in life, we gotta be the same in the game, down in the mud taking all the risks?” Because he KNOWS that Jughead only goes to them when he needs them for that kind of shit. In the beginning before Jughead joined, it was like that, too. Jughead had to show that he was all in for the Serpents. It sucks now that Sweet Pea can’t somehow overthrow him. Sweet Pea and Toni need to rule the fucking Serpents, if it has to be a teenager.

- And I thought that this scene with Cheryl, Sweet Pea, and Fangs where when they saw the fucking Gargoyle King... are you fucking kidding me Jughead you’re so stupid. I know you’re fucked up from the game but SO ARE SWEET PEA AND FANGS BECAUSE YOU’RE THE STUPID FUCK WHO BROUGHT THEM INTO IT. Also how funny would it be if she like hit his shoulder or something. I know she’s perfect but STILL. Might bring Jughead back to reality both from the game and the show in general.

- Why do Fangs and Sweet Pea act like they’ve never seen Cheryl use her bow and arrow with deadly accuracy?

- LEAVE SWEET PEA ALONE. YOU’VE “RULED” OVER HIM AND YOU ALWAYS MAKE STUPID DECISIONS. HE HAS A RIGHT TO BE ANGRY WITH YOU. IT’S CALLED BEING HUMAN YOU FUCKING HEARTLESS, TOXIC FORSYTHE PENDLETON JONES THE THIRD.

- “Don’t defy me again” um bitch how the fuck did they defy you? They were (horribly and dangerously) practicing with the bow and arrow. Sure, they wanted to take g&g to real life but that doesn’t mean they could without their whole g&g group. Fuck off Jughead. When they’re out of this spell we need Sweet Pea to shove reality into Jughead’s face about his bitch ass ruling

- FP please see how crazy your son is. Also I thought you gave Jughead rein over the Serpents because of your sudden drinking problem. Where’s the beer bottles bitch? If you’re okay please PLEASE take the Serpents back.

- MCKELLER BITCHES. KEVIN AND JOSIE. MY BABIES.

- OH NO SHE’S GOING TO SEE ARCHIE FIGHTING. NO. NO. NO. MY POOR BABY. Lmao the part where we thought we heard Joaquin sucking Archie off was fucking ice i’m quaking. See, many are angry that Archie and Veronica are having sex in the prison but guys it makes so much sense? Like? At least when they have sex it’s not gross or toxic. They haven’t seen each other in forever, and she just found out that he’s being used as some jockey to make the prison some extra money or whatever. LEAVE VARCHIE ALONE. But what I still don’t understand is that if they’re supposed to be broken up, what could that possibly be from? They’re completely, totally in love. Bughead, I could see, but Varchie?

- Betty... did you just accuse Sierra and Tom’s marriage as a smokescreen? INSTEAD OF BEING A BITCH AND COMPLAINING THAT THEY DIDN’T GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANTED, TRY BEING ACTUALLY HAPPY FOR THEM (even though for some reason Josie is disgusted but whatever)

- REGGIE’S DAD FUCKING HIT HIM? MY POOR BABY.

- YES VERONICA BRING IN THE CALVARY.

- Ugh Jughead’s going to ruin the whole thing about the rescue mission by tying it to the game. Fuck off. But Betty is going to steal his bike... you’re going to leave him with no transportation, which is more dangerous with the gargoyle king? Betty since when did you learn how to ride a fucking motorcycle. They’re gonna force Serpent!Betty onto us aren’t they.

- NEW OT3 BITCH JOSIE/REGGIE/KEVIN

- Oh great this is the kiss scene that I get to watch and can’t enjoy because I know what happens... but imma like the kiss anyways because I’m not gonna let queerbait turn me into an even more bitter asshole than I already am.

- WAIT BITCH JOAQUIN WAS ABOUT TO CRY WHEN ARCHIE SAID HE WOULD COME BACK IF ANYTHING WENT WRONG. JOAQUIN HATES HIMSELF FOR HAVING TO DO THIS. FUCK THE WARDEN. AFTER IT HAPPENS HE LOOKS SO FUCKING SAD MY POOR BOY JOAQUIN!!!

- VEGGIE’S SO ATTRACTIVE!! But is no one really going to react to Reggie’s dad hitting him?

- This weird g&g and reality go-between is weird. But did anyone notice Sweet Pea tap Fangs’ knee in support? We love supportive boyfriends. Also the fact that his Pantera identity is being matched to Kevin’s role in the breakout is amazing. Too bad Kevin was a dick to Fangs when he was literally just trying to talk to him during the musical :)

- Wow, Mad Dog is alive. It was obvious he wasn’t killed off lmao. But also this isn’t fair? Archie was stabbed. I know this is illegal and shit but if you have a star player don’t you, you know, treat them well? I know the warden is in Hiram’s pocket (and apparently playing g&g thanks to spoilers bc i’m weak and don’t follow anything other than Riverdale atm), but come on at least make it FAIR

- It’s so weird how ALICE slays the Serpent look but Betty... not so much. Lili wore Alice’s clothes for an episode and decided “NO MORE PASTEL FOR BETTY” huh... still won’t make Betty the Serpent queen

- It’s amazing how, since VERONICA is the one who planned all of this, it’s going smoothly and actually makes sense. Thank God Jughead isn’t in his right mind or else him and Betty would be fucking this up. RAS TAKE NOTES. WE WANT MORE VERONICA PLANS, NOT STUPID, HALF-ASSED, WANNABE BUGHEAD PLANS THAT NEVER MAKE SENSE AND TAKE THE WORST POSSIBLE ROUTE

- You can tell Joaquin is fucked up because of the game. Here he is, with his Preppy (future husband, sorry Moose), and he’s not even acting like he normally would. Sure, he’s running for his life, but STILL.

- YES BRING MAD DOG WITH YOU

- KEVIN GOING AFTER JOAQUIN THAT’S LOVE BITCH

- VERONICA REALLY JUST FUCKING STOMPED ON HER FATHER FUCK YEAH BITCH

- OMG MAD DOG TRIED TO GET THROUGH THE GRATE BEFORE. THAT’S PROBABLY WHY IT’S LOCKED. Oh stfu Hiram

- BARCHIE REUNION. OMG WE’VE NEVER SEEN BETTY SMILE LIKE THIS. THAT’S LOVE BITCH. BARCHIE IS ENDGAME WE BEEN KNEW

- KEVIN IN A SERPENT JACKET. HELL YEAH. BAD FUCKING ASS.

- SWANGS AND CHONI’S SCREAMS IN VICTORY GIVE ME LIFE.

- APPARENTLY VANESSA IMPROVISED THAT KISS. I do hate how RAS hyped it up as a cute makeout or whatever but it’s literally a second long... bull SHIT.

-  YASSSSSSSS ARCHIE’S BACK BITCHES

- Betty... mace? Really? THEY HAVE GUNS. Betty this is why you’re not the Serpent Queen, you don’t have the guts, or the drive. But i’ll give you props for protecting Kevin

- HI, WE WANT AN ARCHIE/TONI FRIENDSHIP

- First of all, I wanna say that the pact throwback from the parents to their children is awesome. I love it.

- Also, THIS IS WHY VERONICA SHOULD HAVE MORE SCENES. She’s doing everything that Betty tries and fails to do. Her plan wasn’t stupid, it was dangerous, yes, but they could have gone gung-ho and fucked it all up. Betty (and Jughead) are extremely impulsive, while Veronica is quick and complex, making sure it is all perfect and done. Betty would have just winged it. TELL ME AGAIN WHY BUGHEAD IS THE MAIN FOCUS OF THE SHOW WHEN VERONICA, THE TRUE QUEEN, ISN’T? LITERALLY THIS EPISODE WAS THE BEST (second place goes to the parent’s ep) BECAUSE IT HAD VERONICA STEPPING INTO HER OWN ROLL AND PLOT, AND ALSO SECONDARY CHARACTERS WERE IN IT.

Extra: wtf were Sweet Pea and Fangs going to do witht hat Pillow? Mmhmmmmmmm

Extra Extra: Reggie is next to Sweet Pea, and bc of that headcannon of them being brothers, i’m screaming bye (since we now know Marty Mantle is a little abusive bitch ass, imagine Reggie finally, completely letting go of his dislike for the Serpents and living with Sweet Pea, which would be a great introductory for Sweet Pea’s life and shit, and them bonding. IMAGINE.

LMAO I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE END OF THE EP OOPS. Well... anyways.

- HERMIONE YES BITCH. TELL THEM.

- As much as I love Varchie, she’s right. Veronica is pretty obsessed with him but I know there’s a great explanation. I don’t know if I reblogged it or liked it or just saw it, but someone talked about it in a post and it was fantastic and well-put. Hiram, however... we all know he’s obsessed with Archie for some reason. Like, yeah he wants to torture his daughter for not siding with him (because he’s an insecure bitch), but with how he was when Archie was escaping... it was more like he was obsessed with him, and it wasn’t about hurting Veronica anymore, it was all about Archie. That brings up the point that it’s probably Hiram who was the Gargoyle King because young!Hiram brought drugs to the ascension and would make sure everyone was tripping to not see him/believe sober Alice. I believe that would be too easy but how else would Hiram go down?

- Why did Hermione say “the mess you and your daughter have made” your daughter? I know that’s kind of a parent thing but like... you could have just said Veronica.

- NO DON’T FUCKING PLAY G&G... SEE BETTY THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T HIDE SHIT, AND WHY YOU’RE NOT A GOOD “LEADER” now my other babies are playing the game and can get hurt because of you!

- Wow? Betty actually caring about Jughead’s well being? Mhmm... interesting. But honestly the first thing that popped into my mind is that she wanted to be alone with Archie (even though he’s finally asleep my poor innocent precious baby)

- WARDEN NORTON YOU’RE A FUCKING PUSSY ASS BITCH. Although i’m glad you’re dead... but you still fucking suck ass

- ofc Jughead randomly happens to come upon the fucking gargoyle king. 

[artificialqueens]

tell me why my gods look like you (shalaska): mai

A/N: Here I am with another fic. It’s my first serious angst fic, and it’s out of my comfort zone (I am a fluffy bitch) so I’m sorry if it’s bad angst! Thanks to my amazing friend b (callmesatan201) for encouraging me to keep writing this!! TW for: homophobia, slurs against lesbians, religious stuff, domestic violence/implied abuse, drinking (underage), smoking (underage), sexism, and violence. Have a good reading, and if you can’t read this because of the tw’s it’s fine!! Don’t trigger yourself and go drink some water <3333 (sorry I just really care about somebody reading this and being like oH FUCK). Writing blog is @ uranustrash xo

Sharon woke up with a noise, a lot of them to be more exact. Her parents weren’t exactly the calmest and centered people in the world. She tries to muffle the sound with her pillow on her ears, but even like that, she could hear that still. If they were like that on Valentine’s day, imagine in the rest of the year.

Catholic girls school, Catholic parents, Catholic life. She didn’t even remember if there was a single Sunday she didn’t go to the church. Actually, that was how she meets Alaska. They meet none of the boring masses where all she wanted was to kick the priest’s head and set that on fire. She remembered Alaska in a ‘’good girl’’ white dress with floral print who had no sparkle in her eyes. She also remembered to see that sparkle when Sharon first talked to her.

Alaska’s scent was like fresh flowers, her smile was bubbly and shiny, and her laugh sounded like sweet angelic music… It was the first time Sharon actually enjoyed going to the mass. She came there all innocent, with her pure smile, to say Sharon had a very pretty style. Even forced to wear a dress, that black dress matched her also black converse and fishnet. Her parents complained all the way to the Church because of her outfit. But, it was worth it to be get complimented by a goddess like Alaska.

They found out their parents already knew each other but weren’t what you could call friends. Sharon heard her mom saying ‘’Pam Thunder got a lot of weight, and definitely in the middle of church service. I am wondering if she eats the cupcakes she has to place in, that’s why I never find them. Sharon! You’re also kinda chubby, do you think Pam’s daughter is like you?’ No, she’s pretty and you… Well’’.

Also, they found out that they went to the same school. So since that day they never stopped talking or texting each other. The bond between them got stronger and stronger. They couldn’t stop that feeling, the butterflies. They started to sneak out on the masses more frequently, to skip classes, to text each other cute emojis, to pass little notes in the classes… Of course, Alaska couldn’t go to Sharon’s house because her mother hated Alaska’s family now - for Sharon’s bad luck. -, but they always hang out on Alaska’s. Why would her mom think her perfect daughter with straight A’s was dating a girl?

Alaska’s parents thought she was straight, and so did her. Sharon already knew she was gay, she knew it since she was eleven and looked at Avril Lavigne with heart eyes. Alaska didn’t know her sexuality for sure, but she was sure it wasn’t straight in the second she saw Sharon. She couldn’t care less about Alaska’s sexuality, they were together and that was all that mattered. Sharon supported her girlfriend and would help her to find out who she was. Or, if she didn’t have the need to, they would be fine.

Now she had to fix the mess that was her hair - and she knew her mom would say something negative about it. But she got a smile on her face because she would at least talk to her girlfriend on Valentine’s day. Usually, Sharon would buy flowers for her girlfriend, and cuddle at her girlfriend’s house. But they really couldn’t cuddle or anything similar in either of their houses. Alaska��s door had to be open, somehow Sharon’s parents had the impression that Sharon was gay.

When she saw her reflex in the mirror, a tired sigh came out of her mouth. Her uniform was so boring, that dark blue plaid skirt and that plain white blouse made her look like an old lady. It didn’t even match her doc martens. It looked very good on Alaska although, everything looked good on her. Great, now Sharon was thinking about her again.

She was going upstairs deader than a ghost, but then she heard her mom and dad talking in an actual normal tone of voice. She sneaked in to hear the conversation because they were talking as they didn’t want Sharon to know:

‘’Sharon can’t go with us to this event… Everyone thinks she is…’’

Being gay would make her skip a church event. Sharon never felt happier for having the family that she had in her whole life.

‘’I know, a lesbian. We need to find her a man, and if she graduates High School? Are you letting her do college now? For God’s sake,’’ Sharon’s dad started to raise his voice tone.

Great, now they were in 1950 again. Sometimes she thought her parents were late on time, their minds were too outdated. They actually tried to find her a boyfriend before, but Sharon split in his face. The boy was the son of the priest’s brother or something like that, and her mother got very mad. All because she said he would bring her “status”.

‘’Well while she doesn’t have a man, we can’t go with her, all the other moms will be there! Can’t she be alone after school studying? What could she do? Set our house on fire?’’

‘’I would if I had the chance’’ Sharon thought, taking a deep breath to listen to the rest of that conversation.

‘’I don’t know, she could be sinning, remember when we found cigarettes in her room?’’

That was the point. Sharon’s parents never left her alone since they found out the perfect daughter smoked. Sharon used to be the role daughter, or pretend to, until that day. Since then, stuff went even more downhill. And turns out now she was the black sheep.

‘’She could be with….’’ her mother was visibly shaking ‘’Sharon could be with another woman’’

Slap, her dad mercilessly hit her mom in the face. Sharon could take seeing that one more time, she saw that her whole life. Her parents were disgusting for her. But sometimes, Sharon actually had some pity on her mom, she knew that wasn’t what she wanted for her life. Even if she used to say that was god planned to her, she knew secretly her mom sometimes wished she never meets her dad.

‘’Don’t say that under my roof, Patricia’’ he split the words in her face ‘’we raised our daughter right! She’s like this because of you, you know that.’’

“Me? What I did now, Liam?”

“Oh Miss scientist, did you forgot you secretly was applying for a sciences course behind my back? Did you forgot Sharon had to see her mom like that as a kid?”

Her mother had a dream as a child, to become a scientist. Unfortunately, as her family was very similar, she had to marry her dad as soon as she could, and have Sharon. It seemed like 1950, but their family was a very traditional family. No matter what century was that they always would have that head - Sharon was an exception.

So, when Sharon was about nine years old her mom decided to take a course in the area she liked. All behind Sharon’s dad back and Sharon kept her secret at the time. It didn’t take long for Sharon’s dad to find out, and when he did it went bad. It was the first night Sharon heard their fight, and when she realized her life was a big mess.

Liam thought a woman being independent was the reason for Sharon’s homosexuality. But the true reason was that she was born this way. And her mom should’ve had the right of being who she was, Sharon should’ve had the right of expressing her love… But living in that religious traditional complex, neither of them could. Her mom wasn’t too different from her at all.

And they were arguing again. Yelling, louder, and louder. It was incredible how they still thought Sharon could be sleeping - when she was almost late for school. When the situation seemed a little bit calmer, she went downstairs. In the minute they saw her, they pretended never happened.

‘’Good morning darling’’ her mom smiled putting tasty big pancakes in her plate. As the happy television commercial wife, she pretended to be. ‘’You know I hate your hair untied like this, you should do braids or pigtails… I heard that is what the boys are into…’’

‘’Yeah, but the only man who likes sluts Patricia, our daughter has to find a right man’’

“Well, then you should make a bun! It’s very classy and it could make a rich good man come after you”

‘’I’ll keep it untied then…’’ Sharon whispered, but unfortunately, her mother heard:

‘’What do you mean young lady?’’

‘’Nothing mother, nothing’’ she mumbled with the mouth stuffed with that sweet pancakes

‘’ I and your mom are going to a church event tonight. Unfortunately, teenagers won’t be able to come… It’s about marriage, so can you stay home alone for a few hours? Don’t do stupidities, Sharon…’’

That was everything she wanted to hear.

‘’Yes, thank you for trusting on me, it means a lot’’ she replied them with the fakest smile, the fakest voice.

‘’We love you so much, sweetheart’’

It was funny how her dad sipped his pure black coffee and didn’t say one word.

While Sharon’s mom was saying she shouldn’t eat more pancakes, talking about her weight again. Sharon’s smile was big because she had a place to spend valentine’s day with her significant other.

Usually, Sharon rides her bike to school, but not on that day. The sound of the doorbell gave Sharon anticipated butterflies in the stomach. She ran to open it, she didn’t even know why it was fate. When she did, she finally understood what heaven meant after all.

Alaska looked heavenly, the definition of an angel. The uniform looked very good on her and made every single trait of her glow up even more. Everything about her was perfect, even with their boring uniform. She was wearing white knee socks and high heels - even if Sharon knew Alaska’s mom hated them, that was rebellious of her. Her hair half tied in a messy bun on top of her head was like postmodern art. And she was sure the pink lipgloss she was wearing was craving to get removed with a bunch of kisses. Sharon was still speechless, while her girlfriend smiled.

‘’Aren’t your going to greet your girl-’’ Alaska coughed when she saw Sharon’s parents “your girl pal?”

‘’Who’s at the door, Sharon?’’

They both were panicking now, Sharon could hear her moms steps, walking fast to see what was happening.

‘’You’re gonna get lat- Oh, Alaska Thunder’’

Alaska gulped, she was absolutely shaking in the view of Sharon’s mom. Television commercial housewives can be very scary when they were mad - Sharon knew that.

‘’Hello Mrs. Coady, what a beautiful morning, god bless you’’

‘’God bless you too, sweetie…’’ Sharon could see her mother rolling her eyes, she wanted to laugh so bad. ‘’What are you doing here sweetheart? I don’t see you around that much’’

Her mom’s voice was so fake that Sharon wanted to laugh, right there, in the middle of that odd conversation.

“And thank God’’ she whispered, but Sharon was sure Alaska heard that.

‘’Sharon’s bike broke, so I offered to drive her to school’’

Technically her bike was functioning perfectly. But since her mom didn’t know anything about bikes because she had the 1950’s woman head, that was an awesome lie. Sharon was proud of her girlfriend for lying so well, she had to contain her smile.

‘’Yep, I was about to tell you, mom, it’s only for today’’

Her mom hesitated and looked at Alaska with a dead look. Unexpectedly she hugged Sharon.

‘’Bye honey. And you two, don’t call the attention of the boys too much. You two are deadly pretty… My daughter is prettier, but you will find your way Alaska’’

They exchanged guilty looks, both almost laughing until their stomach hurt. They wouldn’t, because Sharon knew Alaska was already looking at her with passionate eyes. Her mom wanted to stimulate feminine rivalry, but instead, she was only making their love grow.

Now, on the road, the wind blew in Sharon’s wavy black hair when she put her head out of the window. It was like an old classic movie, as they both were running away like Bonnie and Clyde. They could’ve been them, but fear surrounded them in that hideous environment they lived. Sharon put her feet in the panel of the car, chilling and contemplating the landscape. The dead silence between them got filled in when Alaska put some music on.

Chills ran over Sharon’s body: ‘’Awww, you put on Marilyn Manson’’

‘’Yes, happy valentine’s day, baby’’ Alaska drop a kiss in the air

Alaska got something from her backpack and handed to Sharon. Something wrapped in the cutest gift paper ever - it was white with little carefully painted roses. When she opened it, her eyes got filled with tears. Sharon wasn’t the kind of girl who cried, but all she wanted was to hug her girlfriend now.

‘’It’s my fave Marilyn Manson album… Your parents… Lask, how did you-’’

‘’I saved for it, I have a secret spot for money under my bed’’

Both their parents always controlled their money. Alaska’s parents had a good life, they could afford a lot of CDs like that, but rock music was ‘’satanic’’ for their church. Alaska’s parents would freak out if they saw her daughter bought that kind of stuff. So, she sneaked money to give her girlfriend something that meant the world for her.

Sharon’s mom found her rock cd’s once, including the same one she had in her hands now. She freaked out and banished all the music and posters of artists she liked and her mom considered ‘’evil’’. Alaska remembered comforting her girl because of how toxic her parents were. The environment both of them lived was, it was toxic and killed them slowly. It never allowed them to live their own lives and it made them very sick.

‘’You actually remembered it… How?’’

‘’I wanted to see you happy, boo’’ she blinked ‘’now please hide it this time’’

‘’I’ll as we hide…’’

‘’As we hide our love?’’

Sharon gulped, damn.

‘’No, I’m sorry that wasn’t what I meant’’

‘’It’s okay silly, isn’t a lie is it?’’

Alaska sighed, parking the car in her usual parking spot. Sharon used to call it ’‘princess parking” because she always parked there. Alaska could get mad when somebody parked there, like a spoiled princess.

‘’Well, not today! My parents are going to a church event and they don’t wanna take me because they might suspect I’m gay… So we can go to my house…’’ Sharon touched Alaska’s arm very subtly ‘’to be alone, you know?’’

All she wanted was to have some alone time with her girl. She wanted to have a nice date, as all the other couples were having on Valentine’s day. For some reason Alaska got tense, as she saw a monster or something, chills ran out of her body. Sharon thought it was because the situation was very dangerous.

Now they were sat in a bench, sharing a bag of doughnuts Alaska got on the way. Alaska licked only the frosting, sucking the jelly, and whining when she saw she would have to eat the pastry. Sharon laughed, looking at her face all messed up:

“You have frosting and jelly all over your face”

“Don’t blame me!”

“Is not my fault that your way to eat doughnuts it’s funny as fuck” she rubbed her finger on her sticky cheek “cutie”

“It isn’t, I’m a picky eater” she crossed her arms

“I know you are, princess parking, princess doughnuts…” Sharon mocked while she ate her doughnut.

Alaska was still with crossed arms and a grumpy face. She was the cutest thing Sharon ever saw on her life: “but at least I’m cute”

“Yes, you are” she looked around and saw nobody was there. In a risky move, she kissed Alaska’s sticky cheek “super duper cute”

And they kept there, chilling and watching the students come around the bullying. Pretend to be only friends, but holding hands behind Alaska’s purse.

‘’So, what do you say about later?’’

‘’N-nice’’ Alaska answered, tense again.

‘’Pumpkin are you okay?’’

‘’Yes, this is very scary you know? I still can’t believe we’re doing this’’

‘’Me neither, it’s gonna be so fun it’s being so long since we spent time together’’

‘’I guess that never happened’’ she laughed and rested her head on Sharon’s shoulder. ‘’Mmmm, you’re so warm’’

Apprehensive, she looked to both sides. Her shoulders were tense as she saw the students approaching them. Alaska knew exactly what to do, she held Sharon’s hands and muffed her head in her black hair pretending to sob. All the students stopped around them, Alaska held her hand a little bit tighter, she knew she would have to lie.

‘’Her cat died when we were doing a group project yesterday’’

‘’Oh’’ they whispered

‘’Tragic, I’m so sorry lask’’

‘’Poor kitty’’

‘’What if the goth dyke killed her cat? Isn’t she satanic or something?’’

‘’Do you want me to tell Miss Visage that you two are going to be late or something? Sharon, you’re the only one who can help her’’

Alaska nodded, her best friend Courtney’s words seeming very genuine. She still pretended to sob, and the comments never stopped until it was class time.

As the students got to their respective classes, Alaska smirked. They would have some minutes alone, finally. In their world, they always had to make up those situations, in their world, they couldn’t be like Courtney and her boyfriend William - together in public…

But they weren’t.

‘’You’re such a good liar’’ Alaska whispered, coming even more close to Sharon.

‘’And you’re a good actress princess’’ she held her face tenderly ‘’the best’’

Now they were playing dangerous, somebody could show up, it would be the end of them. It would be their ruin, but they enjoyed every second of that kiss. Hands were on Alaska’s hair pulling her closer, it wasn’t a rough kiss, it was very careful and passionate. The black haired girl kissed her as her lips were delicate as angel dust. Sharon always treated Alaska like she was the most fragile being in the world. With the touch of a feather, but intensively loving her.

They smiled in the kiss, laughed, and kissed again. They were so happy and in love. Sharon wanted to be there forever, and for one moment it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist for them. They stopped and pressed their foreheads together, gazing each other eyes. Sharon felt Alaska whine when she pulled away. It was the cutest thing to see her grumpy girlfriend with a pout on her lips in absence of her warmth.

‘’You’re so cute when you pout, but don’t be grumpy’’

‘’I want you’’ she whined

‘’But we have to go to class Lask! We already risked too much…’’ Sharon held her hand and caressing it with her thumb ‘’We have later in my house remember? I promise to cuddle you and never let you go’’

‘’Do you promise?’’

Alaska’s innocent tone was going to be Sharon’s ruin some day, that girl was so cute.

‘’I promise angel, now, class?’’

‘’Class!’’ she kissed Sharon’s cheek.

Sharon watched the bubbly blonde drift to the building awkwardly and stayed there. Alaska had to go to class because she had a bright future and was a good girl. But Sharon didn’t care, she was about to light a cigarette when she heard her girlfriend’s whiny voice by far.

‘’Sharon?’’

‘’What?’’ she screamed back.

‘’Stop it, go to class, or I won’t come’’

‘’B-but baby’’

‘’Now. Don’t make me go there.’’

The black haired girl sighed and got up of the bench, running to meet Alaska. She would do everything for her, even if that meant hearing her boring Sciences teacher voice.

[…]

Like she was in a getaway car running away from a very bad crime, Alaska couldn’t stop speeding up. Sharon that never cared about the thrill of the rush being too much got scared, and almost telling her to stop. A weird contrast, since Alaska, was always the scared one, and the one who cared about the laws. She said it was for a good reason, and as Sharon was a good rebel, she accepted it and put her new CD to play. Alaska seemed to realize the joy in her eyes singing the lyrics of her favorite song.

Sharon’s house wasn’t too far from school, and they arrived very fast. Alaska parked a few squares before Sharon’s house for safety, Sharon could feel she was shaking. The black haired girl got worried and asked her what was up. Alaska used to hate worrying Sharon, so she mumbled an “ I’m scared” and looked away.

But that wasn’t enough, she would never let her baby feel scared and unprotected. So she ignored the fact all her neighbors could see that and wrapped her arm on Alaska’s shoulder. The walk now was calm and heartwarming, with Alaska humming a sweet love song filling her heart with love.

It was good to feel involved in a loving aura, such as other couples always did. It was good to not care, to not fight for their love all the time. It would be so good if they could date, meet each other’s parents, graduate high school together… They could get engaged, have a real wedding, and the future could be theirs.

Even if sometimes she didn’t want to believe, Sharon knew they would have to end one time, and that scared her. It wasn’t the speed of the car, not the yelling she heard every morning. What scared her was the future, and how fast everything was happening, because it would end just as fast.

Alaska noticed Sharon was a bit down, so she kissed her cheek and smiled:

‘’We arrived!’’

For the first time, Sharon was happy to see her house. She looked around carefully and saw her parents weren’t home. The first thing they saw when she unlocked the door was a very excited Cerrone coming to greet them. Alaska picked him up and kissed his forehead:

‘’Baby!!’’ she looked at his eyes ‘’look, Sharon, it’s our baby, I’m like his mother too’’ she held him.

The innocent glare on her eyes gave Sharon life again. She was so pure, so cute, so fragile. She wanted to protect her, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to her, ever. All she wanted was Alaska to be happy because she was happy, she was warmth, she was love. Tears started to run down her face when she didn’t even realize.

Alaska immediately dropped Cerrone:

‘’Darling, what happened? Are you okay?’’ she approached her in her arms.

‘’I am, I… Fuck…’’ Sharon tried to whip off her tears.

‘’Say it. What happened?’’

She wanted to say that, she wanted to say she loved her. But saying she loved her would make things too fast when everything was going faster. She wanted to say that three letter sentence, she wanted to say that feeling. She wanted to look inside her innocent eyes and say it, split it into her soul. But she felt terrified, she didn’t want Alaska to leave fast. If she made things slow, they would have more time together.

‘’Nothing, I think it’s just PMS’’

Alaska sighed and petted her hair:

‘’I know you’re lying, but if you don’t wanna tell me…’’

‘’Its nothing Lask’’ she held her hand ‘’I promise. Now can you go to my room so I can show you what I have prepared?’’ Sharon whispered, kissing her cheek.

For one moment she heard Alaska gulp.

‘’Y-yeah’’

She didn’t understand why Alaska was so nervous, but anyways she let her go upstairs with Cerrone the cat. Probably to give him more affection than he could get - as she did with Sharon. She looked persistently in all the kitchen for chocolates. She knew her dad gave it to her mom, and that she didn’t eat and hide because it would make her gain weight. It wasn’t hard to find, her mom wasn’t good on hiding things like her daughter. The funny thing was that her dad was very abusive, but on Valentine’s day, he got her mom the best of the best.

Continuing to her adventure in the kitchen’s secrets, she hummed a song. Sharon grabbed a bottle of the wine she knew her mom hides to drink when nobody is around. Sharon already had a lot of that by her back, and she knew her mom wouldn’t notice if a bottle was missing. Sharon wasn’t the only one with secrets, and sometimes these secrets benefited her.

Lastly, she grabbed Alaska’s gift on her backpack. A photo album of all the moments they had together - or almost. Sharon took a pic of Cerrone in the morning before the day they meet. The church took a pic on the same day - where Sharon and Alaska appeared, both with their families. A polaroid of Sharon Alaska took back when they were only friends, to show her how beautiful she was. She had pictures of the yearbook, pictures of memories and places: Of the bench, they always used to sit, of their cats together… It had one very secret pic: a pic of they kissing, on a photo-booth in a church event. That picture could be their end, but Sharon kept it anyways.

With everything ready, she got into her room all happy. She opened the door and found a worried Alaska sitting on her bed and petting Cerrone. She dropped the stuff on her head table and took a seat on her side.

‘’Sharon…’’

‘’What happened baby?’’

‘’I’m not… I’m not ready for this’’

That was like somebody stabbed Sharon in all the possible places she could get stabbed. Alaska was dumping her, on valentines day, after she almost says she loved her… She couldn’t process her.

‘’I’m sorry I… I have to respect that you wanna leave so, go’’

Alaska’s face had a confused expression on it: ‘’Oh! No, I don’t wanna break up, hell no!’’

Sharon almost cried, she didn’t want to break up. That made her so happy.

‘’Then what it is?’’

‘’I know like is what young kids do these days. And I’m not the old fashioned ‘i wanna wait until the wedding’ kind of girl, but I want to wait a little bit you know? Because I love you, but when we graduate and I go to college it would be safer…’’

It couldn’t be real, she sighed in relief. Her silly girlfriend, her adorably silly girlfriend was the love of her life. She immediately held her and kissed her forehead:

‘’I don’t wanna have sex with you, silly. I mean I want to you’re really hot who wouldn’t? But not now’’

‘’I’m sorry I’m so dumb-’’

‘’No! You’re smart… So smart, I-’’

‘’Then what did you planned?’’

Sharon grabbed the wine and the chocolates: ‘’very fancy, huh?’’

Alaska laughed, the sound of her laugh was ethereal, and music to Sharon’s ear.

‘’And… There’s this, but open when you’re home’’ she handed her the photo album.

Alaska nodded and held Sharon: ‘’thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re the best girlfriend, you’re the best person’’

For the rest of the afternoon, they drank the wine, ate the chocolates, and just loved. Without caring about anything else, without worrying about anything. It was almost sunset time, but they were too busy - and a little bit drunk - to go out to see it. Alaska got wrapped in Sharon’s arms, while she rubbed her thumb on her arm. They were watching Mean Girls, and both of them agreed they were a not mean version of Regina and Janis.

Heaven was a place on earth when they were together.

‘’I love you’’

Alaska whispering that made Sharon burst into tears again. No one made Sharon cry as much as she did. She loved her. She… She loved her back. She felt scared of that, things would go fast, but as much as she was with her she would lose all her fear.

‘’I love you too’’ she kissed her cheek ‘’so much, I want to hold you forever and never let you go.’’

They were so in love that they didn’t realize the yelling, the same yelling Sharon heard every morning. They didn’t realize when Cerrone left the room scared, because he could sense that danger was coming. They were too busy kissing for paying attention to Sharon’s mom calling her name over and over. Alaska’s lips were so soft, nothing else mattered but that moment where her lips never felt sweeter.

A slam in the door, two slams, three… They didn’t hear. They lost all their senses in that kiss, and it didn’t seem like they would come back. Well, now the door was open, and Sharon’s parents gasped.

The yelling she heads all the mornings now was way louder and directed to her. Awful things, she didn’t even think she would hear from her own parents. Her dad was so mad that in one moment she threw the bottle of wine in the wall, that made Alaska start to cry. Seeing Alaska crying broke her heart if that was only her dealing with that situation it would be better. But when her angel baby was crying, she wanted to feel all her pain in her place instead.

It happened so sudden, in one moment they were the happiest ever, and now they were miserable. Sharon held Alaska’s hand in all the process, rubbing her thumb on it, but it couldn’t make her stop crying. Her parents only talked about God, about how they both were freaks. They said they were mad that they all breathed the same air. It wasn’t a thing a parent would say to their children, it wasn’t even a thing a human being would say to another.

Patricia was talking the most now. Sharon’s dad was quiet, shaking his head. Alaska couldn’t stop tearing up, Sharon in one moment started to cry too. But then minutes later her dad showed who he really was.

‘’I’m tired of all this shit, I’m fucking tired of this girl whining Patricia’’ He seemed done. “This fucking dykes… In my house.., Under MY roof.’’ he looked at Alaska and pointed a finger to her ‘’I’m disgusted with you'’

He grabbed Alaska by her arm, Alaska whined in pain. His nails digging into her skin: ‘’Freak’’ he slapped her face

Her arm was almost bleeding. Sharon was crying, begging for some mercy on Alaska. She didn’t support to see who she loved suffering like that, she would rather die.

‘’Please, stop it! Dad, don’t do it with her. Do it with me, leave her alone’

Her dad let Alaska go, only to drag Sharon to the nearest wall - where he broke the glass of wine. She got cut by the rests of the bottle and more tears ran into her face.

‘’You’re not my daughter, you’re not the girl I raised. You’re a lost girl, just like your mom. The difference is that I fixed her, the same way I’m fixing you now…”

Suddenly her mom slapped her dad in the face. Breathless. Alaska was with her head on her knees, sobbing her heart out.

‘’Alaska, go home, never appear in our sight again and never tell anyone about this! Do you hear me? I don’t wanna even hear your name again’’

Scared, Alaska nodded and left in a matter of seconds. Her dad was still mad, but her mom got into her senses. After locking Sharon in her room, they had a long chat - that involved yelling and crying. Sharon was crying too, crying her soul out. Thinking about Alaska, thinking about how her spirit was still all over the room. She only wished she could go back, freeze at the moment they were loving together, live there forever.

‘’Now let’s talk like a normal family. A normal family with a lesbian on it…’’ Her mom sighed, opening the door.

‘’I hate you’’ Sharon yelled.

She saw her dad almost slap her face again, but her mom prevented him:

‘’You hate us, and you hate God. But God loves you, and we do too. So we are going to cure you, Sharon! Nobody is born gay, deviant. There’s no such a thing, you were born straight, you’re not a lesbian. God doesn’t make mistakes so he made you straight, but you make mistakes: that’s why you choose this way’’

That words were so fake, Sharon wanted to slap her mom across the face, but she only could sob. Of course, she didn’t believe that her mother was wrong. She the one who was making mistakes there, being so intolerant and toxic.

Now, everything was numb as she was suffocating in the toxicity. But she had to handle that, because what choice did she have?

[…]

Sharon woke up with noise again. It has been one month, but the noises were new. They came from the bells indicating that the morning mass was approaching. Sharon knew what she got to do, get dressed, remind her roommate Phi Phi that she had to wake up. She was basically the only person she talked to on her awful place.

That place in question had an awful name: ‘’Saint Bernard School For Problematic Teens’’. A school that was a conversion therapy center disguised as a boarding school. It was incredible how these places existed, even if they violated the law. As if the homophobia from religion wasn’t enough, they had this place there nearby the city she used to live.

Now she had to pretend she was being ‘’cured’’, getting forced to go “back to be straight”. She couldn’t have any contact with home before they think she’s doing ‘’progress’’. that included any type of contact with Alaska or her past, or anything that reminded her of it. She could never see the love of her life again, and that made her so miserable, she didn’t even want to live anymore.

What they didn’t know is that Sharon always sobbed her name alone in the bathroom, crying her heart out. That place wasn’t home, it was everything but home. It was a dirty place, that made her heart numb instead of happy. Her parents thought that was the best for her, but she only could cry every day.

She missed Alaska, she missed Cerrone, she missed her room, her clothes, and her guitar. She missed what meant home for her, all the big, and little things.

As the rules said she had to make her bed, but she didn’t care that morning. The only thing that motivated her was one Polaroid of Alaska she found in one of the jackets her mom forgot to get rid of. She was in her uniform, smiling and holding her baby cat while Cerrone was on her feet - probably jealous. A tear fell from her eyes while she analyzed the picture, she missed them so much. They were her real family.

Phi Phi noticed that nostalgic and melancholic Sharon on the other side of the room:

‘’C’mon party city, I know you miss her! I bet she’s lovely, and it worth it to be here because of her… Look, I know what you’re experiencing, but if we get late we will have to do chores, I do not like them. So can you… Rush?’’

Phi Phi also had a secret girlfriend before getting sent to that place. Sharon knew that she was there for a very long time, so she probably saw herself on Sharon. She had an Alaska too, and every night Sharon heard her call her name while she was asleep, saying she loved her. She knew she wasn’t alone, that made her bittersweet - a lot of people like her were there, they would comfort her. But they also were experiencing her pain, and she wouldn’t wish that to anyone.

And they left for the mass. The hallways were crowded with students as the students. A peculiar girl called her attention, like a light in the dark. She wasn’t wearing a uniform, and she seemed to be scared, running away. It would be impossible to run away from there, so it must be somebody from outside.

‘’…Sharon?’’

When she heard that voice she was sure miracles existed. But then she disappeared in the middle of the crowd. It could be a morning hallucination: she used to see Alaska in many places when she was sleep deprived. It could be a different girl, it could be her imagination. Sharon didn’t know what was real anymore.

[killian-whump]

KW’s What Still Remains Review

KW’s SPOILER FREE REVIEW:

Colin was wonderful, as expected! I actually really enjoyed it, and I think it might even be my favorite of the films he’s been in. It kept my attention and kept me wondering and guessing and had some good drama and suspense and action, but without ever resorting to jump scares. The camerawork was also nice and steady, so I was able to watch the whole thing straight through! :)

My Mom actually watched it with me, and she really enjoyed it, too!

For my full spoileriffic review, follow the jump below!

WHEW!!!

Okay, let’s cast off those “Spoiler Free” shackles and have at it!

I freaking loved this. I love dark, gritty movies with dark, complex characters... and I fucking love watching Colin just TACKLE those kinds of roles with the gusto I love him for.

Okay, let’s get to the most important thing, though: WE GOT NEW WHUMP WE HADN’T SEEN BEFORE FROM COLIN!!! He got caught in an animal trap. *checks that off her bingo list* WE ARE SO BLESSED!

Seriously, though - this movie was AWESOME for angst and whump. He gets caught in the bear trap pretty early on in the film, so he limps and makes pain faces through the whole rest of the film, guys. It’s amazing. It’s like I transcended this mortal realm and my spirit took over the director long enough to make him say, “You know what this film needs? Colin in pain for, like, the whole thing. That’s definitely what this film needs.”

Okay, and his character is fucking nuts. Nucking futs. Peter is so completely and utterly fucked up and I fucking love it. And I love how well Colin captures his unpredictable fucked-upness. I mean, when he yells at Anna so angrily, then abruptly goes all sweet!guy again with, “I forgive you.” FUCKING CHILLS, MAN. That was excellent.

And the way he dispatches those two guys near the beginning? That whole scene was great, because we get some held-at-gunpoint action there, and some general whumpiness with the peril those dudes present... but then Peter just FUCKING ANNIHILATES the dudes with nothing more than that tiny blade and GOSH Colin sold that kamikaze one man murder squad shit. That was fierce and I loved it. Great stuff. He could totally pull off an action film.

I loved the sloooooow realization that the “baptism” wasn’t just a baptism but, SURPRISE!, a ninja wedding. You didn’t know you was in it, but you was, and now you hitched. And the little girl casually mentioning Peter’s first. HIS FIRST. Hahaha, you didn’t know you was married, but you is now, and only the first! WELCOME TO THE COMMUNITY, BY THE WAY.

Also, forever mad that someone spoiled for me that the brother wasn’t dead and reappears to “save the day” at the climax of the film. Listen, asshole, if you’re posting your review BEFORE THE FUCKING MOVIE’S BEEN RELEASED, try not to put HUGE ASS SPOILERS in it without some kind of warning. Geez. Were you raised in a crazy-ass commune of polygamous pedophile religious zealot wife swappers or something?!?

Okay, but being serious for a moment... I loved Colin’s portrayal of Peter. He’s a bad guy, yes, but he doesn’t KNOW he’s a bad guy. He literally thinks he’s God’s gift to mankind and sincerely believes he’s doing the right things and, gods help him, I think he even truly believes he’s saving Anna and acting in her best interests. After all, every female he knows wants to be “sponsored” by him - why wouldn’t she? And God literally tells him what’s right and wrong, so wouldn’t he know what’s best for her? And God said she’s to be his wife, so she pretty much is, and - oh wait - now she actually is even if she doesn’t know it yet, and that’s nice, it’s such a lovely wedding day we’re having here, wait, why are you leaving, this wasn’t in the script God sent me personally when I saw you naked in the lake, come back here! This guy is so fucking nuts.

I know I joke (and I will absolutely continue to joke about this absolutely crazy nutter, bless his psycho heart), but there’s also some real meat in this role. When Peter talks about his parents abandoning him, you can see the pain in Colin’s face and it’s wonderful. And then the movie lets out that, oh, Peter first met Zach and Judith when he was 13. Interesting. But then we find out that Anna would be “Zach’s” as much as Peter himself is Judith’s... and Peter makes a cryptic comment about, “But I’m stronger now!” and promises to protect Anna from Zach... and the pieces all fall into place. You realize this poor crazy dude was abandoned by his parents, raised by a grandfather and his nutty friends, one of whom has probably been schtupping him since he was 13. When he wasn’t strong enough to fend her off. 

No wonder he’s a fucking nutcase. It’s negligible how much of his crazy came from just the environment and being raised by nuts and how much of it is a defense mechanism from the abuse he suffered at Judith’s hands. But, you know, like a runaway train of crazy, once it starts rolling downhill, all you can do is get the fuck out of its way.

Oh, and watching Colin aggressively tie someone up was an unexpected kick to my ovaries. I think I kick-started the neighbor's menstrual cycle with the force of that blow - and my neighbor is a man.

So anyway, at that part we’re thinking, “These people are terrible. Everyone in this movie is terrible. Everything everywhere is terrible. These Berserker dudes... maybe they’re not terrible?” BUT NO, THEY’RE TERRIBLE, TOO. They kill the Ben guy (one of the more palatable people in the film) when he won’t join them, then beat the shit out of Anna’s brother as punishment for letting his sister escape. And then you realize that’s where the burns on the Prisoner’s face came from - these fuckers just straight up burn each other for any infractions. Nice. But hey, at least Anna saves her brother and the two of them skip off into the meadows and- OH GOD, NO, HE’S TERRIBLE, TOO.

Like, literally EVERY FUCKING PERSON is terrible. I’m terrible. You’re terrible. Everything is terrible, and we don’t even know how it happened. And you’re like, “Wow. Maybe Peter’s not so bad now. Where’d he go to, anywa- Oh, there he is!” and then “No, no, no, he’s still terrible. EVERYONE IS TERRIBLE.”

And then he’s dead. We gotta rack up another death scene for Colin here. This one was a little darkly lit for my tastes, though. I mean, we could barely see it. But that’s okay, boo, it still seemed like you died in a super-not-naff way. You die so beautifully, my precious basket of muffins, always delivering your lines in the perfect dying way. “I forgive you.” I bet you do, you sorry sack of psychosis. I BET YOU FUCKING DO T_T

Then there’s nothing left to do but admire some shit that’s burning, punch that bitch Judith in the head (I mean, it didn’t happen onscreen, but I’m sure it happened anyway), and go see the ocean. As you do.

Anyway, I was amused - thoroughly amused - by this film. I think Colin did an excellent job with his performance, and I was also very impressed by his co-star, Lulu Antariksa. Great job done by all!

And extra kudos to Colin for always picking roles that amuse me endlessly with their depth, grittiness and dark appeal. I’m gonna be loving this misguided psycho long and hard forever, I think. Good pickin’, boo.

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Deviant Dynamics: Revolution

Chapter 33

Masterlist

Warnings: What's better than this? Guys being dudes.

Notes: No RKbois in this chapter. Just Gav and Fiver.

"Put me down, asshole!"

Gavin shouted, but Fiver ignored him. The android had stopped counting how many times the human detective had ordered him to set him down. Why would Fiver release him anyways? Seemed irrational that Gavin would even bother insisting after Fiver had basically jumped out of a window and waded through the sewers with Gavin tossed over his shoulder as if the man weighed nothing at all. Gavin had, of course, tried to struggle but with one arm in a cast, he couldn't do much against the PC200's strength. Regardless of that fact, Gavin continued to squirm and kick and pound his fists on Fiver's back ineffectively. Like a child throwing a tantrum.

"We are almost to our destination, Detective Reed. Please remain still and I apologize for being unable to do as you requested." The android stated calmly as he walked down the dark and empty halls, his boots softly thumping against the floors that were covered in a thin layer of dust, a sign that no one had been in here for some time. Then again, the third floor basement was a little known secret of Cyberlife, a place where it kept its secrets from the public eye. Fiver paused at a set of double doors, lifting up his hand, he brushed the dust off the interface panel before placing his palm on it.

The security system tried to deny him access, but he'd been designed for this, to adapt his system quickly, decoding firewall after firewall until the security system was exposed. He shifted around the system's protocols, granting access to himself and the RK units who were likely to chase after him. There was no doubt about it, he knew what Kamski was planning, knew the android creator would nudge his favorite pawns to the correct direction. However, Cyberlife Tower was a large place and it would give Fiver some time alone with Gavin. As the doors slid open, Fiver stepped in to the room. One would expect something large and grand, but it appeared to be a small office.

It was still completely dark, Fiver's eyes glowing green with a gold ring around it, allowing him to see in the dark. He moved over to one of the sleek white couches pushed against one of the walls and gingerly he set the salty detective onto the cushions. Before Fiver could straighten back up into a stand, he received a blow from the face as Gavin slammed his good fist against Fiver's cheek, making his head jerk to the side. Fiver couldn't say he was surprised really as he slowly blinked and straightened up. "That was completely unnecessary, Detective Reed."

"You're right, I should've hit you fuckin' harder." Gavin growled out as he rubbed his now sore knuckled against the outside of his thigh, trying not to make a scene to let Fiver know the punch hurt him more than the android. Fiver's LED swirled yellow and the lights in the room faded gently into a soft glow, illuminating the sleek but curved design of the room. Gavin looked around in confusion, he hadn't been able to see where they'd been going since his front half had been draped over Fiver's back the entire time. "Where the fuck are we? And who the fuck are you? Why the fuck am I here? And also, fuck you."

"We are in Cyberlife Tower, the third floor basement, within the control room. To the public, I am known as model PC200 serial number 061-219-985, affectionately called Fiver. However, my true identity is model RT600 serial number 589-912-160, formally addressed as Chloe." Fiver moved away from Gavin to the desk, using the sleeve of his uniform to wipe the surface clean of dust, the touch alone activated the screen that was the surface of the desk. Gavin scrunched his face a moment, making his scar across his nose wrinkle, making it more obvious.

"Wait, you're one of Kamski's fuck dolls?" Gavin growled in irritation at just saying the name of his half brother.

Fiver, or Chloe, he preferred Fiver as it held more of a meaning to him. "If by that you mean one of Kamski's personal androids, then yes. However, he's never been intimate with me, if that's what you're asking." Fiver didn't look up from the screen on the desk, frowning slightly as his LED swirled yellow and then red. "I see." He mumbled under his breath before moving over to Gavin once more. The detective tensed, prepared to lash out again, but Fiver simply took a seat on the couch beside him, keeping a polite amount of space between them.

"Why are we here? Aren't you going to fuckin' try something?" Gavin bared his teeth in warning that the android better not try anything, he couldn't smell anything coming off the android, but he wasn't taking any chances.

"For various reasons. My primary objective to to destroy Amanda. However, Amanda will not allow me to access her system as she is still in partial control over me. Kamski wants to win in this game of chess. I simply wish to be free from both leashes." Fiver stared ahead, unconcerned with waiting or the restless detective beside him. "I won't harm you. Not again. I was... Out of control before and I wish to apologize to you."

"What do you... Wait, are you the fucker who bit me?" Gavin raised his hand, covering the bite mark on his neck, it was still fresh and ached like hell. "You son of a bitch!"

"It... It is not my fault." Fiver's LED flickered yellow as his brows furrowed, he still didn't look at Gavin. "Kamski instructed me to keep you safe and make sure you were taken care of. The longer I did so, the more demanding that command became." His LED went from yellow immediately to red but Fiver remained perfectly still as if afraid a single move and the metaphorical collar around his neck would tighten and choke him. "When Amanda started targeting omegas, I had to make sure you would be safe and I... I panicked."

Gavin was glaring at him now, sitting on the edge of the couch as he was about to stand up at any moment. If it hadn't been for his broken arm, he might've attacked by now. "I don't need anyone to fuckin' take care of me, especially him of all people! You broke my fuckin' arm too, and hit me in the face, don't think that's going to get a sorry out of me, plastic shithead." He lashed out with a leg, kicking the android's leg and ineffectively moving it just slightly.

"I admit I went too far. However, Amanda was forcing me to convert androids into alphas, they were meant to target Connor, but they were too difficult to handle and they started attacking any omega they came across." Fiver looked down, splaying his hands out, watching the skin deactivate to reveal white plating. He'd converted the first android, the janitor in the breakroom when he'd passed by after retrieving coffee for Gavin. The second android had bumped into him, he conveniently didn't record his hand touching the second android's arm. Going to the doughnut shop in the morning to get the station's doughnuts, he'd brushed hands with the android who worked there, touching hands with the delivery man when receiving mail from him. Every single one had been him. Or rather, when Amanda took over him, making his already very limited freedom, disappear.

Gavin scratched his cheek, fingers scraping along his five o'clock shadow as he took the time to process what happened. He wasn't happy about it, hell, if he was in better condition, he'd try to beat the shit out of the plastic prick. He narrowed his eyes, looking over at the android beside him, the face didn't look remorseful in the slightest, remaining neutral, like a machine. "Look, listen here, asshole. If you really do regret biting me, then get rid of your claim right now."

Fiver looked up, turning his head as his LED went solid red, his pupils shrinking to mere pinpricks in the sea of gold and emerald, making him look almost completely feral. Gavin went rigid at the sight along with the smell of cloves starting to sink into the air like someone was burning one of those candles that was simply labeled 'Christmas'. Gavin's own scent of stale cold coffee was leaving him, a sign that he was agitated and ready to defend himself against such a threatening scent. His lips curled, baring his teeth, Fiver already knew they were fake teeth. Replacement surgery to give him alpha teeth, with the medication he was on and for how long he'd been on it, it wasn't long before he would be completely alpha. Still though, the lingering scent of the omega he'd been born as was still there, just beneath the surface. It wouldn't be noticed by humans, but by androids, it would be and that's what put Gavin in danger.

"Fuck off with that shit." Gavin growled, making Fiver blink slowly and retreat a little, much to Gavin's surprise. He'd been certain the android was going to attack him. However, his words seemed to have some sort of adverse effect on the android as he turned his head and adverted his gaze in a strange show of submission. After such violent aggression previously, Gavin wasn't certain if he could trust such a strange reaction. The android appeared to be on a roller coaster of reactions, making Gavin feel like he had whiplash from all the sudden changes. "So why the hell did you bring me here? If you needed those three plastic assholes, why not tell them directly?"

"Kamski has put certain restraints on me. I cannot give away the plans that easily and ruin the complexity of this game. So, I had to get creative and use you as bait." Fiver admitted, staring at the door, waiting for the three androids to show up. "Once Amanda is gone, I will rescind my claim on you since you will be safe and my use will no longer be needed."

Gavin scowled, looking over at the platinum haired android who was everything he wasn't, perfect alabaster skin, sleek angles like some god turned mortal. Elijah really knew how to make a work of art, so disturbingly beautiful but not even that could hide the fact that the android was still that, an android. Though, after working alongside Connor, watching how they interacted. He couldn't help to begrudgingly appreciate how Connor still didn't push him away after all the shit he pulled. Collin was a little entertaining, not calm and cheerful like Connor and gave as good as he got when it came to insults. Conrad had been a bit threatening at first, but his cool attitude and air of command was something he could appreciate. Not like he'd really admit to such things. He didn't want to care about anything or anyone anymore, not after what happened, after losing everything he cared about in one fell swoop, he'd closed himself off.

"And what will happen to you when you no longer have a use?" Gavin asked, even though he was already aware. For some reason, he didn't know if he really wanted to hear it, to have his brother create life like this, only to toss it away. It why he and Elijah never got along anymore. Now Gavin was sitting here with an android he was supposed to hate, but knowing that the android would death sentence would be enacted as soon as the three plastic detectives arrived. It didn't sit all that well with Gavin and seeing the android just accept it without a fight only pissed him off more.

"I will be deactivated."

[noexit-ff]

32.

Robyn and Mel are taking forever, I waiting outside Mel’ apartment complex and Robyn said she will be back, she will get Mel out. It’s been twenty minutes. Robyn is going to Mel’ scan, finding out the gender and then Robyn’ has her scan. She woke up me up so early, Mel’ appointment had to be at nine, we have to go to two different places, Mel is having her baby at some different hospital. I am dying in this hot ass car and my wife is just taking forever, since being back Robyn has been trying her hardest. She has been cooking a lot, rushing around me. I am still telling her how upset I am with her, but I am still upset with her. I am not going to be mean to my wife, like Ant said give her the cold shoulder but that failed. I went to sleep in the spare room and I woke up to Robyn in the bed so it failed, she scolded me and cried and I was like I forgive you but I am annoyed, she been good though, I can’t fault her. I am actually so happy to be back in LA, just to be out of New York and the bullshit. I just need to figure out what I am doing with myself in regards to my dad, my mom saw us and everything was good but it’s there. And I was like mom please don’t, he deserves nothing but then if he did die and I never helped in any way that would play on my mind. My dad did text me and apologised for trying to attack me that time, I ignored him. I don’t think I want the man to see my child but I got feeling that it will happen. Why do I have to have a heart, fuck my life.

Resting my head back on the head rest, preparing for a baby is hard work. Shit like scans come by so quickly, fitting in the party and then my tour overseas. Robyn can’t travel, I mean she can but I won’t let her come this time, we just need to deal with it if anything happens. I need to make sure she is good though, I am just getting the dates over with and then I can come back home. Robyn refuses to do anything in regards to buying baby clothes, doing the room up or even shopping for herself, she wants me around all of the time but she needs to learn. I think I will get Monica to come and look after her daughter, that will make Robyn do things. Sighing out, finally they are both walking out. It’s ok when Robyn is hot, she would cuss my ass out for leaving her outside. Robyn does look so pretty though, now that she can dress how she likes, my wife looks so beautiful. Putting the car engine on, I feel my skin melting into the seat “sorry, Mel didn’t drink enough water so she was gulping it down” stupid excuse but it’s whatever “oh god, I forgot my bottle of water. Can you buy me another” Robyn slammed the car door shut “ok superwoman, no need to bang the door. Hi Mel” I actually need to be somewhere but Robyn is taking her sweet time “I need to be somewhere so we can’t be all day” driving off slowly “where is that exactly?” Robyn questioned “I told you already, I need to see a man about the party. I told you that we are doing it at Disneyland, but obviously it’s going to be an early thing and it costs” now Robyn needs to understand why I need to earn “but we can do it at the home Chris?” shaking my head “come on Robyn, this is us. Chris Brown and Rihanna, we need to do it big. People are watching, we didn’t have a big wedding so I want to have a big gender party or whatever you call it” we can do it for our first child, fuck everyone else’s party they won’t compare to ours.

I don’t know why Mel didn’t do what we did, the hospital seems a little tacky which is odd because I know she got money unless she is saving “thank you for bringing me Chris” Mel said from across me in the waiting room “I know you don’t have to do this or bring me here” clearing my throat “it’s cool, I don’t mind. I am excited to know what you are having, I hope it’s a girl so our kids can be besties. Growing up together and shit, it will be dope” I feel like I should have bought my bodyguard, people are lowkey taking pictures, I can see them “Melissa Forde” a lady walked in announcing “good luck” I said to Mel, Robyn kissed my cheek before getting up “you’re so good” she touched my cheek smiling, sighing out sitting back. I guess this is going to be long a wait, let me call Ant back because he did call me. Tapping Ant’ name, pressing the phone to my ear. I hope he picks up because I need someone to talk too “I called you last night and you call me back now?” Ant said sounding half asleep “well if I am awake then so are you, what do you want?” if he is asleep then that means no money is being made “I called you because The Game called me, he lost your number. He wants a feature, I thought you could have come out last night but you didn’t answer me” rubbing my chin “I was at home, just watching a movie with the wife” Ant let out an oh “I guess cold shoulder shit not working?” I chuckled “nope, she is being so good to me. Been making all the good food for me, and then she was like let’s watch a movie. And we just spent some time together, I mean I can do it tonight. I need to see Pedro about the party and then I am pretty much free” seeing the couple move seats just to sit across me, so annoying “you doing Disneyland party? You got money nigga, how many times” taking in a deep breath “well we didn’t have a big wedding so this is going to be big, I can’t tell you what I have in mind but I need you to do me a little favour. You know Melissa, Rihana’ friend. I am bringing her on the Black Pyramid team, I need you to sort it out for me. I am going away after today so can you do it? I will give you her number, just call her and set up a meeting. I know she has ideas, she good like that” Ant has no choice in this “fine nigga, but about the overseas tour. What do you think to Stadiums?” pulling a face “for what?” I retorted, Ant laughed “listen to me, you’re Chris Brown. Instead of going arena, go stadium. You trust me don’t you?” Ant and these big ideas “I do but if shit don’t sell out, I will be angry?” I probably will cancel “it won’t nigga, it’s you! Just leave it to me, we doing Stadiums” this nigga is crazy.

Staring at this couple and they are straight up staring at me in shock, I swear to god this is terrible “can I take a picture with you?” half hour later and she asks, took her time “honestly?” I said “no, this is my time and I rather not be taking pictures. No disrespect but I just rather not” the lady let out an oh “what is your name?” I asked “Leila and this is my brother Jamal” I thought that was her man “cool, I am Chris. I didn’t want to be here but when your wife drags you out and wakes you up early I ain’t got the choice” her brother busted out laughing “you lucky, you got Rihanna as a wife. You know how many guys want that?” widening my eyes “well if you can deal with her hormones and kicking you while she sleeps, you can have her. I am joking but Rihanna is just a typical woman, she be driving a nigga crazy” the siblings both looked at each other “how far along are you?” I pointed at the girl “I am twenty three weeks, my baby daddy got shot and died” letting out an oh “I am sorry to hear” the door opened “we are done now Chris” Robyn said, getting up from the chair “nice meeting y’all, good luck” dapping her brother.

Closing the door behind me “so?” I said, Mel grinned at me “I am having a boy” I gasped “oh wow, a boy. I am happy for you, dammit. I wanted you to have a daughter so it can be called Fantasia” hugging Mel, feeling Mel hit my shoulder “Fantasia? Nigga bye, I would never” I chuckled moving back from the hug “Fenty and Fantasia, perfect” Robyn rolled her eyes at me “he is out here setting up everyone baby names” Robyn motioned me to walk “is everything good though? With the baby?” I didn’t even ask that “oh yes, the baby is fine. The baby boy is fine, I am so overwhelmed” Robyn yanked my arm around her shoulder “can you drop me off home though? Just that Mijo is coming to see me and I need to be home” them two are getting close again “that is nice, I will do that. We will be on time for our scan so it’s fine” I hope I don’t see Mijo again, I just can’t deal with him “the baby is so cute, I said to Mel our baby looks like giant watermelon, there is no bean about it. I am scared now” Robyn said, tapping the elevator button “I wasn’t a fat baby though, I was seven pounds I think. So it’s you, you were the fat baby” Robyn side eyed me “it’s not that, excuse me I have seen your baby picture and your head is swollen as fuck. Your head is big” I know Robyn is not talking about big heads when her head is huge “you will need to do an extra push because of your forehead the baby will have” feeling a slap to my chest, Mel snorted laughing “that hurt” rubbing my chest.

Parking up at the side of the apartment complex “the little bitch is there” Mijo is stood waiting “thank you for dropping me off” Mijo just stared at me “where are you going?” grabbing Robyn’ arm “stay in the car, fuck that nigga” Robyn slowly closed the car door “ok but I wanted to hug my friend” why is he looking at me like he innocent and shit, such a fuck nigga “now where are you going?” Robyn said as I got out of the car “I don’t want trouble Chris, I come to see Mel” Mijo said “or trying to find a place to stay, your baby mother contacted me. It’s weird how they all come to me like I am your carer, you keep it one hundred with Mel. You don’t be trying to get in her panties again, you done enough shit. Congratulations on the baby boy, you don’t deserve shit nigga” I know his game and I don’t like it “I ain’t seen my kids in weeks” I shrugged “I will be seeing them though, have fun” walking around the car.

Another waiting room but this time it is for my baby, I am excited to see bean today “why do you keep staring at me?” I can feel Robyn’ eyes all on me “admiring you, I can’t wait for Bora Bora. I have some things, we can do what we did last time. When we was walking around naked, sex in the bath. I just want to heal us both” moving my head looking at Robyn smiling “I know you do, I do appreciate you making so much effort. I know things are hard for you and me also, things are tense. All eyes are on us, people selling things left, right and centre about us. E News being on baby watch, I see these random photographers following us. It’s going to be difficult for us so I want us to be strong enough to take that shit, I know we can do it. I want to have the biggest and the baddest baby shower, gender thing any nigga done because we can. Shit is going to be dope, I am going to get Pedro to sort this out for us. Fireworks which is either pink or blue and that will let us now, make it themed. You know I am childish and I want it there. Make memories, we didn’t have a big wedding babe so this is what I want us to do” Robyn stared at me in awe “I am so excited for this, I love the idea. Big enough to hold our family and friends too, I can’t wait. We do need this time away and then we can start, private time for us” placing my arm around Robyn “Robyn Brown, would you like to come through” finally we can go in.

Shaking Sarah’ hand “good to see you both, how are you mother?” the doctor asked, sitting down in the chair “great, erm I feel more active. I mean at times I get the feeling like I don’t want certain things like sex, then I feel ugly. Then I want to argue, I have started many of arguments, poor Chris. Then I also feel nausea a lot, Chris is always there for me though. I couldn’t have done it without him, he supports me so much. He is a great husband to me and very loving, back massages I get from him even though he is angry at me but then he thinks of the baby and doesn’t let the baby suffer from my stupid mouth” Robyn gushed, I chuckled she got me blushing here “awww see, the hormones are kicking in. Sorry husband, you’re going to get it. I am sure baby Brown will appreciate it, there is no special remedy to help you with this Chris. You need to deal with it, it shall pass” smiling at Robyn, she is annoyingly cute but that is my baby “I am trying but when she is over it I am still on it” holding Robyn’ hand.

I can’t wait to see Bean “so we will find out about any deformations with the baby, if the baby will have any issues like down syndrome so this is important to check. I will show you the baby and we can check what is happening” I want Sarah to hurry up, I want to see the baby. I am stood up for this, I am just so damn excited “so let’s see if we can find baby Brown, look at that. You cannot miss it” my eyes widened “oh wow, that is a full grown baby now. Damn, it’s legs. Look” I am so amazed, my smile grew seeing my baby in Robyn’ stomach just living “I can see it’s heart beating” the white flutter “yes, I am just measuring the heartbeat. So you are twelve weeks and four days” the doctor said, looking at Robyn “look at your smile Chris, not seen you so happy like this in a while” Robyn sighed out saying “baby heart beat is one hundred forty six beats per second, very healthy” that is my baby right there, strong and healthy “oh someone is kicking” I chuckled seeing bean just moving it’s legs “mommy won’t like it when you’re fully grown” my baby is just doing the most, no wonder Robyn’ hormones are everywhere at times, she has to deal with the dancer in her stomach.

I can’t believe how big our baby is “oh my god, it’s arms!?” I spat “yes, this is the top of the baby’ head so we are looking down at it. And yes, it’s doing it’s little moves” that is crazy, shaking my head “it’s weird because I can feel it a lot, I can feel it moving so much and I am like stop. Especially when I laying down and resting, it’s like the baby comes out to play. I can feel it react a lot when Chris is poking my stomach” Robyn never says “can you tell the sex of the baby now or no?” I questioned, the doctor paused “well, I have a thought on it. I am not one hundred percent so I am not saying, at twenty weeks I can but I am not going to tell you what I assume until I know fully” letting out an oh “I really hope it is a girl” I want a daughter “I think it will suit you Chris, a daughter but I can’t say but I can say your baby is fine. Nothing to state it will have any serious illness, no down syndrome. The baby is having fun in the stomach, it is time to start buying things. Baby names, birthing classes are good but you can wait for after the next scan. I don’t need to see you until twenty weeks but you can always come sooner, you both have got pass the worst part and I can say your baby is fine” Robyn sniffled “thank you so much” Robyn held her hand “I thought this would never happen to me, thank you” the doctor cooed out “it is happening, I am very happy for you. Just do what you are doing, and Chris continue to support Robyn. You are doing a great job too” that is sweet to hear.

Shaking Pedro’ hand, Robyn decided she wanted to come with me and I let her. I am so damn happy, my baby is ok and we doing good “good to see you both this time, married. The Disney magic worked” his gay ass, he shook Robyn’ hand “thank you, the whole Disney thing was good and I appreciate it” Robyn said as she sat down “and we have a baby out of it, look at god but what can I do for you my old friend” Pedro said to me “erm well, it’s a big ask and money but I don’t care, just make it happen for me. So we are having a baby shower, gender reveal party and I want it here. It’s going to be family and friends and friends will be celebrity’s of course. I need it to be like what I had with the engagement but I want more of the park, I don’t want it late, it will be afternoon. I want the full works, the characters and I want fireworks which will show either boy or girl with it being pink or blue. I want full catering, the whole nine. I know you can make this happen for me, don’t give me this look” Pedro is looking like I am asking for blood “so Chris Brown and Rihanna, ok wait. Chris and Robyn Brown baby shower, here at Disney. And you say don’t think about the money right?” nodding my head “you want us to do everything, the theme. I have an idea, I will need to speak to my bosses. Means closing the park, I mean some of it which won’t be difficult because the money we make will cover it. Right, I will let you know but I don’t see them saying no. I can’t wait for the child to be born, you will get them a Disney party. Lucky child” Pedro said, I grinned at him “you already know and I will come to you” our child is going to get the world I can’t wait.

Today has been a success, I am very happy with everything “is your friend broke? I am mean Mel that is” I wanted to ask Robyn this “erm no, not really why?” seeing Sinko has called me “because why she in a place like that? I know she can afford private, or maybe not” I will call him back after this conversation, slowly driving off “I don’t know, the apartment costs a lot in rent but she does have money. I would never let her go broke” I think there is something weird about it “well Ant is going to sort the Black Pyramid role out for her, she will be on the pay role. I think there is something weird going on with her” there is something “she is giving money to Mijo and they are together” Robyn blurted out, my eyes bulged out “ok that came out but I found out just last night, she said to not tell you but he apologised. I am not happy but what can I say? Look, forget them. It’s about us” is Mel a fucking dumb bitch “I won’t be rude but I don’t want him in my life, I will un-invite Mel to events. Your friend is stupid, that is all I am saying” I won’t say more because that is her best friend “don’t come to me when Mijo kicks her to the curb, he is only with her because he is trying to get at me. He wants to be my friend again but no, his intentions are not pure” Mel is so stupid.

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CHARACTER DESIRED Piper Moreau

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER IN YOUR OWN WORDS

I usually like to go on and on in these sections, but I have to be brief since I have officially 31 minutes (yikes!!!) to get this whole thing submitted.

At first, I was very torn between Piper and Penelope. I love playing bad bitches, and they both are, but they are both very different, which is something I get to a bit in my para sample. Penny is all ice, and Piper is all fire. I always play ice queens, though, so I wanted to venture a bit outside my comfort zone. What drew me to Piper were her deep-seeded problems. As soon as I read her bio, I could see the daddy issues, the identity crisis, the jealousy, the “I break everyone’s heart to forget my own is so broken it can never be repaired.” She is complex and complicated, and I L O V E characters like that.

I really love her relationship with Penny and I’m excited to (hopefully) explore her relationship with the whole Sinclair family. For her, the legacy is just something else for Penny to hold over her head, something else Piper wanted that Penny got. I think Piper feels like that is the story of her life, and she cannot move on because she is fixated on Penelope’s life. I think deep down (like, deep, deeeep down) she does want to be happy. But as long as she stays here, watching and obsessing over every move Penny makes, she can never be happy.

I also really like the dynamic with Jackson. (He has a ring for her and she doesn’t care lmao omg also kill me.) In some way (some sick way), I think she really wanted to recreate what Penny has with Morgan. The only way Piper can “defeat” her sister is by one-upping her. Unfortunately, a life with Jack was never going to yield that result. And she never really let her guard down for him, never let him penetrate her heart (is that even humanly possible? Does she even have a heart? Lol maybe not). I actually think Piper got some pleasure out of breaking his heart, mostly just because she could. She has only been second fiddle to Penny, so for someone to love her that desperately, it gives her some semblance of power, and she is literally desperate for that because she feels so entirely powerless. It’s why she “thrives” on the drama of the Jack situation, she likes to keep stringing him along just to keep breaking his heart because it gives her some kind of control. This little brat baby is sick in the head (and the heart) okay. Sorry Jack.

Finally, she reallyyyyy struggles to make friends. She is a very unpleasant person. She can pretend to be whatever she needs to be, but deep down, she does not have anyone she considers herself close to. Maybe eventually (please God) someone can break through her defenses, but she’s been building them up since childhood (if Penny was your sister and cut you down at every opportunity, you probably would too amirite). She keeps herself surrounded by people a lot, but nobody ever penetrates her.

WRITING SAMPLE

Any other woman would have looked unkempt. A mess of tangled red curls lay haphazardly on bare porcelain shoulders. Her eyeliner was too dark, smudged underneath and her lipstick was a dark crimson. But this was a look was one Piper had spent years perfecting, and it was what she built her reputation on. They called her a femme fatale – or, at least, that was her preferred public nickname. The tabloids, of course, called her any number of things on any given day: sometimes tragic trainwreck, other times social pariah, but most often they made some reference to her maneating ways. It was no secret that Piper’s favorite meal was the heart of a man, served up just how she liked her revenge – cold.

It was only 8 o’clock, but Piper was already nursing her seventh martini. Or was it eight? Truthfully, she had lost count. She may have been slumped against the bar, but the way that black dress clung to her curves hardly came off as desperate. (Or, at least, that’s what she told herself.) It was not uncommon to find her here, though tonight was a bit earlier than usual; she usually graced this bar with her presence on weekends, when the ultra-rich playboys came out to play, but it was only Thursday. Tonight, it seemed the crowd only drew obnoxious college kids trying to look sophisticated and sad housewives with their husbands’ credit cards. If anyone asked, she would have blamed it on the hellish week she’d has. After photo sessions in Milan, Paris, and Athens all within four days, any girl could use a night of drinking. But the truth? The truth was her sister had been in her penthouse the moment she walked in (of course the bitch had a key) and has unceremoniously announced the engagement of her daughter to some other mob royalty. Penny was chipper, but distant, and much like their mother, was clearly impatiently expecting some kind of specific response from her baby sister. Apparently, Piper hadn’t made enough effort in hiding her look of disgust at the news (not that she had tried particularly hard). Penelope flinched, but quickly recovered; God forbid the frigid bitch ever show any real emotion. The only one she was ever loose with was her rage, but Piper could match her fury…and then some. It was the only trait the two shared. Her sister’s eyes narrowed, and Piper braced herself for the hell to come.

Though they shared a kinship of rage, the two women expressed it differently. Piper was all fire: red hot, short tempered, and quick to curse anyone to hell the moment they lit her fuse. Penelope, though, was all ice: she was calculated, devious, and never showed her hand. The elder Moreau had always told her sister she was all bark and no bite, whereas Penelope may bite her tongue, but she ruined lives. It was one more thing on the very long list of reasons Piper resented her sister; the woman always delivered on her threats.

“Not even the illusion of excitement or happiness for your niece?” Her tone was flat, but Piper knew the worst was yet to come. No one knew how to dig the knife in quite like Penny. “I am disappointed, but I can’t say I’m surprised. It’s hard to be happy for someone when they have the one thing you’ve always wanted. And will never have.”

The words fell so effortlessly, and yet the pain scorched her insides like nothing she had ever experienced. Piper’s muscles tightened and her jaw clenched. There was nothing that ached like the pain of being unloved – and worse, living with that reality while forced to watch your sister, of all fucking people, get it from everyone. But the cherry on top of it all was the fact that Penelope never missed an opportunity to rub it in. Salt in the wound.

“Isn’t Paisley a bit young to be tying the knot? Don’t tell me. He knocked her up.” She was scrambling, frantically looking for any weapon in her arsenal to wound Penny, to keep herself from showing how deep her sister’s words truly stung. It did nothing, of course – Penny never dropped the cold smirk.

“Young love. Seems nothing can stop it. Not that I’d expect you would know anything about that.” Another jab. God, Piper could use a fucking drink. “We are having an engagement party this weekend. I spoke to your assistant and she said you had nothing booked. We expect to see you there.” She was grabbing her purse now, not seeming to notice how Piper’s face paled. She was sure she’d be emptying the contents of her stomach as soon as the bitch walked out the door. Penny was just about to open the door when she paused, briefly turning to face her sister again. “And Jack will be there. Don’t cause a scene. I know you thrive on the drama of it all, but this will be a dignified affair.” Penelope gave her a once over, scrunching her face. “You should buy a new dress for the occasion. More sophisticated, less…street corner. God knows you can afford it.” That final snippy comment was the only one that gave Piper any pleasure from their entire exchange. Despite the fact that Penny had more money than God, it still got under her skin that Piper was the one with the entirety of their family’s fortune. Penelope may have gotten all their love and attention as a child, but Piper was the one who ended up with the fruits of their labor.

“I’ll do my best. I’m sure my stylist can find something you’d approve of – I’ll just tell her frigid bitch is the look I’m going for.” Piper should have known better, but she never could help herself. Aimlessly looking to say something, anything, that could get under her sister’s skin. Instead, she was only met with that smirk turning into a smile.

Her hand was on the doorknob now, and Piper could almost taste the fresh air that would certainly fill the room once Penelope left. But Penny would be damned if she would let her little sister get the last word in. “You truly are pathetic, you know that? So desperate to have what I have, you practically glow with envy when I walk into the room. I always thought it was pitiful, how you seduced my husband’s brother as though you could reach any kind of semblance of what I have. You can’t. You never will. You are weak, and the only thing authentic about you is your identity crisis. You are desperate to be me, and that is why you hate me. But I want you to know this,” she paused, and Piper was sure she hadn’t taken a proper breath since the first word fell from Penny’s lips. “I go to sleep every single night on silk bedsheets next to a man who loves me more than sharks love blood, and I don’t even think of you.” The last part was almost spat, and Piper felt as though she was bleeding out – a fatal wound.

And that was how she ended up here. Once she gathered herself – a few hits of coke had helped – she made her way here. Her driver had been directed to “the closest damn bar open the latest.” A cocktail of alcohol and drugs were now coursing through her system, and she could only hope that it was enough to help her forget; help her forget that everything her sister said as she walked out the door was absolutely right.

Finally, a group of businessmen had entered the bar, apparently on a high after a good day in the market. She wouldn’t admit it – not to anyone, and least of all herself – but she was desperate to feel loved, and she needed a man’s hands on her, reminding her how beautiful and perfect she was. She needed anything to wipe her sister’s words from playing over and over again in her head.

It only took a few seductive looks, a finger swirling the rim of her drink, and her tongue tracing the bottom of her lip for one of the younger men in the group to notice her and approach.

The man had dark hair and the hint of a five o’clock shadow. He had money, or at least, made a serious effort to appear as though he did. She barely even noticed what he said as he sat down, but she didn’t have time for foreplay.

With one hand she grabbed his lapel, and with the other she grabbed his thigh, enough to make his breathing hitch. On his left hand, she briefly noticed a tan where a ring should be, but Piper didn’t give a single fuck about his status.

“What do you say we get out of here? Now.” She smiled with her teeth, satisfied that though all else may fail in her life, her siren call was not one of them. Another one bites the dust.