#yes he is wearing a my chemical romance shirt

[deckoftrickcards]

“keith kogane as emo ryan ross can’t hurt you”

keith kogane as emo ryan ross:

(this is literally so stupid smh)

[cononeillbreastingboobily]

Picture this:

It's season premiere of wwdits, season 5

After the vampire night club fiasco Nadja decides to move on to another project. This time it's a hotel for both humans and vampires, except vampires are there to dine, and humans, well... To die, mostly. The two groups of guests never see each other aside from the moments the vampires are feeding.

Anyways. As part of her hotel's amenities, Nadja decides she wants to have a swimming pool. She sends out a job offer for a pool boy.

In strolls Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance. Is he wearing a crop top? Possibly. Probably. Yeah.

Something about Gerard makes Nadja hire him on the spot. Laszlo and the other guys suspect he's a vampire himself, but can't really tell for sure. For all the time Gerard is on the show, it is never explained.

[johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend]

turtles - johnnie guilbert x reader

oneshot, sub!johnnie x f dom! reader, fluff, smut, p in v, oral

word count: 1.1k

i had to make sub johnnie smut plus we needed a little turtle bite mention

story below the cut

your boyfriend johnnie was streaming while you were laying on the couch off camera. he was just talking to chat as usual and reacting to one of his and jake's most recent video. you were feeling really needy all week and decided this was the best time to get his attention. you started to take off the hoodie you were wearing, which was johnnie's, leaving his faint cologne on your skin.

his gaze averted away from his screen as he stopped what he was saying, looking directly into your eyes, and below. you had on his favorite black lacy bra, making you his eye candy. luckily, his chat didn't notice the pause when he stuttered on what he was saying, and he continued.

leaving you unsatisfied as he watches the video, you start to slowly and quietly take off your pajama shorts, leaving you in a black lacy thong, as it was a matching set. johnnie took a peek at you, admiring the way you looked. but he knew his stream would get skeptical, so he still continued. however, this time you could see a tent forming in his pants. you smugly started to rub yourself over your underwear, making the strain on his pants get larger causing him to bite his lip. you pushed your underwear to the side, starting to insert a finger. he couldn't be more eager for the video to finish. you then pushed another finger, getting yourself off while johnnie watched.

with a minute left, he started to palm himself over his jeans, completely ignoring his stream and fully watching you. teasing his impatience, you let out a moan, quiet enough to not pick up on the mic. palming his erection harder, he says bye to stream, his voice cracking a little. being relieved it's over, he let out a whimper which signaled you to come over to him, straddling him on the chair.

"what's this pretty boy? is it all for me?" you lightly grind your hips on the bulge in his jeans. he lets out a moan. "fuck, mhm." you initiate a kiss full of passion, letting each other's tongues roam the insides of your mouths. you suck on his bottom lip, biting it. "do you want me to make you feel good and take care of it?" johnnie nods his head. "i need a yes or a no" you suck on his neck, being sure to leave a mark. "mmm- yes please mommy, make me feel good" you push down harder on his jeans while leaving some more hickeys on his neck. you start to undress him. taking off his 'my chemical romance' shirt, and in place leaving a bruise on his 'i'm not perfect' tattoo, even though you always thought he was.

you let his hands roam your body while doing this, running up and down the sides of your body, occasionally grabbing your breasts or your butt. whatever he could put his hands on, he did.

you then got off of him, making him release a whine from the loss of pressure. you got down on your knees in front of him, starting to work on his belt and jeans. once he was in his boxers, you left kisses on his inner thighs. you took his boxers off at a painfully slow speed. "please m', go faster." he whimpered to you.

accepting his request, you took them off and took his length in your hand, some precum dripping out of his tip. you stroked him as he gripped the arms on his chair, finally feeling pleasure. you licked the cum off, starting to suck him off, taking as much as you could. the relief was unbearable as he was a moaning mess. "fuck, i love you so much y/n. you're perfect for me." he whined. this made you moan on his cock, sending a vibration to him. being close to releasing, you increased your speed  as he slightly bucked his hips up. he came all over your bra as you jerked off the last bit he had left.

"well baby, do you wanna make mommy feel good now?" he nodded as you pulled him closer to the bed. "undress me." stating it simply, he wasted no time in unclasping your bra, wanting to touch and feel all of you. by now he has his back on the headboard and you find yourself straddling him again. he plants kisses along your chest, taking one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking on it while his other hand plays with your nipple. "such a- good boy for me." he releases his hold on you, focusing all his attention on getting rid of your panties. once they're off, he licks a cold stripe up your pussy, inserting his tongue. "oh shit m, johnnie-" you moan his name out, making him hard again. just as you're about to cum, he pulls away, leaving you with a confused expression. "m' please ride me" he begs while pulling you fully on top of him in a cowgirl position.

you grind on his cock, leaving your wet juices to use as slick, while you slowly insert him into you. he lets out a long strained moan and you can tell he won't last long. your hands on his chest hold you up as he starts thrusting into you. the room is filled with moans and groans from the both of you. you bend down, kissing him with lust and desire. he starts to go faster, grabbing the sides of your waist. your bodies perfectly fit into one another as he slams into you. "gonna cum." "leave it in." he moans, moments later releasing inside of you, his liquid flowing down the side of your thighs as he helps you reach your high. you smile at him, planting more tiny kisses along his jawline. "i love you." "i love you too, babe." you hold him close to you, cuddling under the sheets with your bodies warming eachother. "don't look in the mirror.. there might be a surprise." he softly chuckled, before you both fell asleep.

the next day, johnnie starts up an instagram live. what he was unaware of was that a hickey could be prominently seen right on his neck. someone had caught it later on and posted a photo onto twitter.

*picture* @user5820887: OH MY GOD IS THAT A HICKEY?

replying to @used5820887 | Johnnie Guilbert: Nah, that's a turtle bite.

you found that funny and cute at the same time. people hadn't known you were together, but thought you were really close friends. fans were going crazy defending him and others were jealous, but they somehow found out that you were a possible candidate. and flooded your recent instagram post comments.

@j0hnn13l0v3r commented: do you have a pet turtle?

replying to @j0hnn13l0v3r | y/nssecretlyfe: no.. im a turtle.

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i hope u guys like this one i'm excited for his new songgg

[captain-n-crunchies]

My Perfect

L x Chubby Reader

A.N: ( See even though im like late I STILL POSTED! im on like grind yall but, this man so fine I'm like i must write my deepest soul wrenching words about him)

I'm not perfect.

That's it. I tried every day as a kid to be perfect; pretty hair, small frame, soft voice everything to look desirable to others I tried to be. In high school I needed to be bold, thicker but not too thick, tall but too tall; never speak overly passionate it was a turn off, don't wear too much makeup it's like I'm a slut, and never can venture out and find a comfortable look for me. I never let the girl inside eat.

I wasn't berated though? Yes, I got stares when I wore something sitting and people saw my stomach, like yes mothafucka I got a stomach y'all thought it was a huge ass pot in my shirt? Yes, I did get the ' I'm sO cOnFideNt!' talk when I ate something like fruit, who doesn't like pineapple? When shopping I had looks of could I fit this or that and nobody ever comforted me when I would cry about not fitting jeans.

I was never perfect. But he never cared.

*Back to when Light didn't find the Death Note yet*

Log In: June 23, 2017

" What are you having for lunch?" was asked by my closest coworker, Maria she and I was friends since our college days when cramming information about law, statistics, and for some reason Shakespeare; we were forever. I turned to her in this damn rolling chair that was obviously not made for a girl with that thang back there, I mean why is half my leg practically on the floor? I thought about it for a second.

" I could go for quick burger, what about you?

" That's fine! Also did you finish your report? I didn't even get to..." I just stared at her though my head in space, Maria turned to see what I'm looking at and she saw a strange man walking inside the room.

" Um...I don't think he works here?"

" Is this when we got to fight for our lives? I don't have no weapon."

The man tall, dark unruly hair not curly though it looks like a one of those emo people from the 2000's like my chemical romance vibes, he has a homeless man look on him...its kind of sexy thought but, he doesn't work here?

We watch him while towards us and goes to the head manager cubicle that two rows ahead of us. We look at each other and look down acting like we're working but, we really being nosy. We hear only indicant chatter and the strange man's voice, his name is Riuzaki? Or Rukai? I don't know and our manager asked again, and he ignored the question and started talking about something different. Kind of rude but, with the way our manager is I'd do the same; Maria looks at me and looks at the time and tells me it our lunch break so, we both get up and I make sure to push down my jacket a habit I did as a teen to look slimmer, we walk out and down the little pathway to the front of the office when we get close to the strange man I turn my head down, his eyes immediately traced to me and he stared at me and he turned, kind of weird his eye contact was intense!

We walked over to the company lunch places inside it's a tiny burger spot filled with American dishes; we haven't really eaten there so we decided to try it out since it was also raining. Maria order first, a chicken salad with extra chicken and cheese with a large drink and dessert then it's me, a cheeseburger with fries and a large drink with a cookie; we wait a bit and sat down at a two-seat table and we talk about the sight we just saw.

" I wonder if he's trying to get a job here? "

" For what though? we ain't got nothing available yet."

" What if they fired somebody!? I heard but I didn't hear from department C that somebody was overusing company resources and they got let go."

" Omg, who?" Maria was going to say but we hear a buzz, and our food was ready we grabbed a tray and the person who gave us our orders gives me a look, ya'know the look of ' Breaking that diet huh?' Its common but still is annoying so I mean mug him back and he backs off. Sitting down we talk about our topics of choice like vacations, fashion trends, the latest news when the man from earlier comes down; didn't even see him till he pulled up a chair beside me and stared. Like what?

" Oh, Hello!" I introduced myself and Maria does the same, but how says nothing and stared at me.

" Are you going to eat that?" He points at a strawberry cookie I got, I look and shake my head "no' even though I was saving it I give it to him and smiled. He takes it and thanks me and then turned to Maria and asked how she feels about the company. Now, Maria is a sweet girl but, if she can't say her opinion without lying so she tries to say it's wonderful but, he caught on.

" Don't lie. I'm not going to do anything."

" Oh! but I'm not! really it's a won-"

" Your eyes turned up, when some people lie, they eyes turn up to think of somethings. Your hands turned over into a clasped position saying you're more of nervous than calm when I asked."

She's shocked and so am I, he takes a bite of the cookie and then looks at me to which I look away and he stares at me; deep black eyes pierced into, and I just look away because if I looked back what if he jumps me and I gotta kick and scream like that would be so embarrassing!

" Are you nervous?

" No, never"

" Hm...You look uncomfortable" He continued eating and I looked at Maria with a head tilt.

" So, what's making me uncomfortable."

" Your clothes, your shoes are hurting your feet by the way you walked quickly, and you have the heels of them off" He responded quickly, and I was shocked I mean he didn't lie. I just look and Maria excused her and mouthed ' Whoop his ass' and went to the bathroom, so now it's just us. We look at each other and I just shook my head and began eating again. He just looks at me and then turns his body towards me completely.

" What?"

" Do you like your position here?"

If I had the choice between working here and $20, I would pick $20 and a bag of skittles, it has it benefits from time to time but it not worth the headaches and long hours and I tell him just that. He hums and says nobody ever been that honest and I could care less, I listen and eat when he asked another question.

" If you're really don't like how you look why don't you change it"

It wasn't even a question it was like a statement like he knew, he knew from when he stared at me, he watched me. I look at him shocked and I just chuckled and threw the rest of my food away and left, texting Maria that I got sick. Walking away I see him get up and follow me, so ignored him; he just walked beside me and just looks either at me or around him hunched over like he finna throw up. Like what compells somebody to say that? Did he think I'm the one to try to play around with thing you'll get a good joke ooutta me? I should've shoved that damn drink up his stuck up ugy big headed-

" Your mumbling"

"...ok"

" If what I said made you mad just say it"

" If I did I'll go to jail for man slaughter."

He just chuckled, even though I'm pissed he sounded a little smexyyy but, I'll still beat his ass. I keep walking towards the parking lot, and he grabbed my arm asking can he be honest.

" I mean if back there wasn't honest I don't know what is"

He just stared (he got a staring problem) and began talking about how he meant that he saw me adjusting my jacket a habit he saw a lot of girls do when they want to look slimmer, then he saw the look his manger gave us me when I walked past, he said it was in utter disgust. As he went on all the insecurities from the past came again the girl inside of me just began to show, I looked at him blank, my hands started to sweat, my thoughts ran through me like a train, and I couldn't hold it anymore as a sob slipped through like butter from my mouth. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.

" Being a girl in Japan is hard, being black in Japan is harder, being a fat girl and black in Japan is like a war zone every day in my mind. From stares, to the so called ' complements', to everything inside growing out of me is like a constant war zone. Having men look at me like a 3rd class citizen is the problem, having girls treat me like I'm beneath them was the problem and no one had a problem with it."

" But who could care? It's not like I can change what they say with the attitude they expect from a black girl. I'm not perfect but, they wanted me to be and how am I going to achieve that? Huh?"

I stopped for one second and he just said nothing, all the bottled-up feelings I've had just overwhelmed me and I overshared.

" I think your perfect"

" Lying is a sin ya'know"

" Then good I'm an atheist. Your look is perfect."

How can somebody look perfect? With a body like this, my skin to people in this country are like a permanent plague, and my hair is just a warning to them on its own. I am not perfect, but he thinks I am. He's trying to help me feel better and it's not going to work.

" If this is perfect then-'

" You're not going to believe something if you denie it so much."

This man says that beautiful is different to everyone, like what people grew up with which is skinny, fair skin, and cute people they think it's a standard and everyone that's not all three of those traits are ugly. He said the way I feel is how he felt as a child he was never built manly, he was always so small and skinny people thought he was sick. It never bothered him; he seemed wiser as a kid then the whole world at its years; I couldn't even disagree with any statements I always found how people views change when they see unique things or common things and associate them with ugliness or beauty.

" For a homeless man your very smart"

"...I'm not homeless."

" Oh...then why you dress like you've seen a clothing store in life."

" I have seen a clothing store. I just don't see the appeal of dressing up."

He's an emo hippie. But nevertheless, I just listen and make my own few points. We continued walking and he stops me again.

" What's your name?"

" Reader Last Name, and your?

" Call me L"

' Hello L"

" Hello Reader"

Now we walk in comfortable silence, by the time I'm by the garage L asked for my number, his contact now ' Emo Hippie' and mines?

'My Perfect'

A.N: ( i finshed! I love this one because i feel this irl about my body type but, i got over it and it's kind of hard to write L's dialogue without making him sound rude because he's only nonchalant. But, let me know if you like it!

[ethmaron]

strange request but.. would you indulge me in some my chemical romance fan tim..... in my heart he wears an mcr shirt forever

hes more a green day boy in my head but yes here u go buddy

[spoogster]

Tobias.

(This is literally just rambling, please don't get mad for any of this. Hes literally me (Im a fictive, but talking from a viewer point of view))

Headcanons and what not.

-Doesn't work for slenderman. Never wanted to. It was Slenders mind control, his heavy influence. The people he killed? Not as many as you think. But the people he did kill, it wasn't his fault.

-Hates Slenderman. Like absolutely despises him. The only thing Slender was good for was giving him a place to stay, even if it wasn't much.

-Slender mansion? Slender manor? No. Abandoned campsite? Log cabins in the woods? Yes. He shares a cabin with Cody (X-virus), and Jeff used to be there until he got kicked out (literally) for trying to cut a smile into Cody and Tobys masks and faces. They got Liu to replace Jeff.

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-Decent friends with: Cody (has to because they live together), Nina (she likes him more than he likes her but its okay), Natalie (they've always been chill), Liu (they're buddies, not like besties, but still friends), Helen (they do art together), Kate (guitar + mission buddies).

-Meh: E. J (has helped Toby recover(multiple times)), any of the animals (some of them bark too loud(one tried to bite his finger off)), Ben Drowned (gaming buddies), Jane (shes nice but doesn't really talk to him), Puppeteer (from their very few interactions, he's alright), Sally (forces him to have teapartys, though sometimes he enjoys it).

-Get away respectfully: Jeff (many reasons), Nurse Ann (shes pretty but too tall and scary seeming), Smile hd pinkie pie (sometimes fun but a little too murderous for him), Splendorman (a bit obnoxious sometimes).

-Get away. Like now.: 0ff3nd3rman (uhmm), Slenderman (ruined his life), Sully (no), Laughing Jack + Jill (too loud, annoying, jack gave him poisoned candy one time).

-No opinion: Sonic. Exe, BEN, Dina, Trendorman, Candypop, Jason, Lulu.

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-Music taste is The Front Bottoms, Mindless Self Indulgence, System Of A Down, Panic! At The Disco, Get Scared, Bring Me The Horizon, Greenday, Blink 182, Lincoln, Three Days Grace, My Chemical Romance, Pierce The Veil, Lovejoy, TV Girl, Mitski.

-Clothing is usually whatever he has that still fits him. Some of it is from an emo era he went through and is still in. So like, band t-shirts, studded belts, raccon tail clips, chains, ect. But sometimes he goes for more casual which is usually sweaters and baggy pants.

-Appearance. He had a fringe at one point but grew it out. Never cuts his hair, so it gets in his way a lot (ponytail is the solution). Curly hair but straightens it a lot of the time. Piercings galore. Hazel eyes ((note: sometimes I give him heterochromia cause it's cool)). Pale skin but not like the original Toby kind of pale. Has always been tall for his age but stopped growing around 18-19 because he was going through a tough time and food was hard to come by, he was too scared to steal, the food Slender gave him could have been poisoned, who knows? So hes left as about 5'10-5'11. Hes pretty thin but is slowly building muscle as time goes on. Has some chub in the stomach but he isnt too worried about it.

-His mask is made of a thick fabric on the outside and has metal bars on the front of the mask to almost represent a mussel (canon).

-Doesnt actually like turtlenecks, they make his neck feel trapped and weird. But he wears them anyways because they hide his proxy symbol that was permanently engraved in his skin (by Slender).

-Fingerless gloves? Yessir. They help cover his scared hands. As well as they just look cool. And whenever he kills someone it's less likely he'll get his dna on the body.

-Raccoon person. Collects things he finds that others would consider trash. Like pop tabs, broken glass pieces, shiny things, rocks, ect. Messy hair. Just like his personality gives off raccon.

-Cheek gash is because he chewed the inside of his cheek so much that the skin tore. And he didn't really care so the hole kept getting bigger until eventually he got himself to stop chewing it. But now the gash is too big to heal.

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-Has a couple guitars that he stole from music shops. The only one he didn't steal was one he got When he was first taken in. Slender gave it to him as "something to do" when he's bored. At first he didn't want it and never touched it. But he soon realised that it was really boring there. He tries to forget that Slender gave it to him. It's really beaten now, has worn down spots, and a bit of old blood dried onto the wood near the bottom of the strings because he strums too hard.

-Acoustic guitar: The really old musty beaten up one that Slender gave him. Almost turquoise in colour. Electric guitar: Black guitar that almost looks like something a rock star would have. Also kind of old. Doesn't use that one as much.

-Likes singing but gets nervous around people that arent in his cabin or Nat.

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-Likes cuddles, hand kisses (platonically), head pats and pets, people playing with his hair. But he doesn't like asking for it because he finds it embarrassing.

-Not as childish as people think. Just clingy to people he enjoys.

-Drawing is something he really enjoys doing if he's not playing the guitar. He'll draw people from the other cabins, characters from movies and shows he likes, and even characters from the Slenderverse. Not really that good at drawing anything else.

-Always too nervous to show people his drawings or things he likes.

-Doesn't like being called "Ticci" Toby. He never liked it. Will probably get mad if you call him it more than once.

-Has terrible memory. Not even from Slenderman, he's just always had bad memory, and Slender didnt help at all. He will probably to get basic things like birthdays or people, even his own sometimes.

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-Has never met anyone from the Slenderverse. But wants to.

-Feels bad for the others affected by Slender and the Slender sickness. But also enjoys the series. Even if the people go through literal hell.

-Would like to meet:

Tim, Brian, and Skully

Evan, Steph, and Jeff

Patrick and Michael

Chris

Milo/Mr scars and the Observer

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-Things hes interested in include other muderers, weapons (has a journal for writing the information), horror (analog horror + args), music, art.

-He really enjoys watching the old slasher movies and he probably has them for cd and vhs. But also enjoys Tim burton movies. As well as Spider-man movies and series.

-As for shows. South Park (enjoys the humour), Superstore (enjoys the humour), and just any paranormal show (finds it interesting).

-His favourite weapon (axe) is a Tactical Axe or more widely known as a Tactical Tomakawk Axe. But theyre too expensive for him too buy. There was one time where he stole one. But someone from another cabin stole it and he hasnt gotten it back.

-Food. He likes pizza, usually cheese or pepperoni (or cheese with black olives, tehe). Also enjoys fruit, like watermelon, baby grapes, apples (galas or green apples), and pineapple.

-Smoking? Vape? Drugs? No. Alcohol? Sometimes. Its just for a relief sometimes or cause he needed it. But he's not an alcoholic and never will be.

-Knows how to use bow and arrow

(Im probably gonna hate this in like a day or two so yeah)

[gerardpilled]

i was like 9 when hesitant alien was released so obviously i wasn’t in the fandom at that point, but now as a current fan looking back at that era where gerard was presenting more “masculinely” wearing suits and having short hair (insert tucking hair behind ears tweet) while also discussing trans rights and gender constantly and now tuck their hair behind their ears and wear dresses and clothes from the “womens” section (which i know now the gendered sections are stupid but gerard grew up in the 80s) maybe i’m being invasive but also i kinda wanna blow myself up

how gerard has chosen to dress and present throughout the years is really interesting and it does feel like what we are currently witnessing is the result of years of constructive progress, rather than any kind of regression period!

here are my long-winded and unorganized thoughts that i'll emphasize now (for brevity's sake) are all just my personal takeaways:

I feel like it's almost weird for me to see people refer to the HA era as "masculinely" because, I don't know about everyone else, but I almost viewed that era as gerard at his most feminine at the time. Yes, they wore the traditional "man" outfit of a suit and tie, but it always provoked more "ziggy stardust" and less "lounge singer" to me personally. Maybe it was the pre-existing decades of people calling Bowie effeminate and androgynous, but the whole alien aesthetic and short vibrant orange hair always kinda felt like an ultimate non-binary look. Not saying gerard falls under the label of non-binary, just meant the stage persona at the time felt like it transcended gender labels. I should also point out that although i was a fan and keeping somewhat up-to-date with news, I wasn't really aware of what he was saying on stage. When I was, well... I feel like I took it for granted at the time. I was younger (15) and never really followed celebrities in this way before, so when he was showing support for trans kids I basically had no idea it was so, dare I say, revolutionary (and still is today). This was also around the time they did the now famous Reddit AMA talking about gender-based therapy, so it really has always felt like an element of who gerard is.

If anything, maybe the period from 2016-2019ish made people forget this? He was showing up to comic related things with a beard and khakis and to a lot of people it was a big change. Nowadays it feels like people have a way more nuanced and respectable opinion of this 'hobbit/wizard' era, but for a lot of young, less educated people it was jarring.

For the whole 'women's section' thing: I get it! it's nice to see him wear whatever they want, but also they have always shopped in the 'women's section'. I get why people feel like a blouse means more than 'women's' skinny jeans, but also, it's just a shirt. The dresses and skirts, well. Truly, I never in a million years thought we would be here. Not from a 'gerard has come so far 🥺' standpoint (b/c again, I don't know him) but more I can't believe this is the current state of My Chemical Romance and they all are allowing me to see it.

Not at all arguing with you or disagreeing! Just wanted to share my standpoint as someone who was technically there for all this :)

[poisonedfire]

get to know the mun.

what's your phone wallpaper: The textless album cover of My Chemical Romance’s I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love; I darkened it in brightness by slapping a low opacity black layer on it.

last song you listened to: What's Your Big Idea by Can't Swim

currently reading: Practical Crime Scene Processing and Investigation by Ross M. Gardner. I majored and graduated with a degree in Forensic Investigations. I’m still trying to get into the CSI field, but might as well keep my knowledge fresh.

last movie: Star Wars: Attack of the Clones. My bf chose it on May 4th.

last show: The Witcher. I actually hadn't watched the show until now.

what are you wearing right now?: Sleep shorts and t-shirt. I like being comfy when I'm home.

How tall are you? 5'1.” I’m short and smol lol

piercings / tattoos?: I have 4 tattoos! The most recent are a flock of 4 bats on the back of my left calf.

glasses / contacts: I have both, but I regularly wear contacts. My glasses are for days in which I don't to wear them. My eyesight is absolute shit lol.

last thing you ate? Chicken tenders and fries from Raising Cane's.

favourite colour: I love black. But, my absolute favorite color is Resolution Blue.

current obsession: My Chemical Romance's discography, Star Wars (always), Lord of the Rings (always lol), and comic books!

do you have a crush right now?: Celebrity crushes? Yes, I have a lot of them.

favourite fictional character: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars: Original Trilogy and the Legends, I disregard the recent trilogy's characterization. He's been my favorite since I was a child), Will Graham from NBC’s Hannibal and Thomas Harris' novels, Dick Grayson (comics & Titans), Alex Manes from Roswell New Mexico. I probably have more, but I can't name them off the top of my head right now.

last place you travelled: For vacation, I think it was Norway.

Tagged by: @bloodsalted Tagging: @platiinums @malka-lisitsa and if you see this, you're it!

[mari-m-rose]

I was tagged by alemanriq (a lot of time ago...I'm revising my drafts. Thanks tho, Ale! ♥)

Tag the person who tagged you and let them know when you’ve finished. (I'm not doing this, tagging people gives me anxiety)

Answer the questions/tasks and then tag 20 people and let them know they’ve been tagged

1. How tall are you? 1.58 m

2. What color and style is your hair? Dark brown and straight

3. Which color are your eyes? Dark brown, almost black

4. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I used to wear glasses but I never got used to them so I dropped them, didn't need them that much.

5. Do you wear braces? I should but I'm not.

6. What’s your fashion style? I like formal attire or close to formal: coats, boots, shirts and jeans, maybe a sweater but a thin one. Dresses in summer.

7. What is your name? Mariana, but I prefer to be called Mari

8. When were you born? 21st December 1990

9. How old are you? 32

10. Where are you from/live now? Perú

11. Do you have any siblings and what are their names? Older brother

12. What school/college do you go to? Graduated at the supposedly best uni in Perú but not actually.

13. What kind of student are you? In uni I was a bad a student, like a bit bellow average. In high school I was a very good student most of my life.

14. Do you even like school? I loathed high school. I liked most of my uni years, more because of friends, less because of learning.

15. What are your favorite subjects? Literature, art, music, language, english, french, biology, art history.

16. What are your favourite tv shows? Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul are amazing shows. As for anime, my fave are Yu Yu Hakusho, HunterxHunter 2011, Akatsuki no Yona, Re:Zero, Digimon tamers/02 and those are all I can remember right now.

17. What are your favourite movies? I adore Pride and Prejudice (basic I know), but in general I tend to adore horror movies more like Midsommar, Hereditary and zombie movies in general.

18. What are your favorite books? Dracula, uh... polemyc I know but I will always say HP series and ...I can't remember any other one rn tbh.

19. What is your favourite pass time? Playing videogames but also organizing stuff and fixing stuff around the house

20. Do you have any regrets? Majoring in graphic design.

21. What’s your dream job? character designer...and if I learn how to draw/shade/color better: illustrator.

22. Would you like to get married one day and where? I did get married, I think the places were nice. It was a beautiful church with a gothic design and the reception was in a house on the country side. The house had a vintage colonial style and it was pretty elegant, the garden with the pool looked nice and the decor me and husband chose was top notch.

23. Would you like to have kids one day and how many? I don't earn enough money to have kids but if I got money I would have 2 kids.

24. Are you a girly girl, a regular girl, or more of a tomboy? I was a regular one most of my life? Kinda like comfy type and no make-up. Now I'm girly, I want all the pink and all the make up!

25. Do you like shopping? Just the right amount of time but yeah.

27. What is the most scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? Some guys entered my family home and killed everyone. I even remember feeling the bullet in my stomach and the blood coming out of me before I woke up.

28. Do you have enemies? I have no enemies.

29. Who are your best friends? I'm not so sure, I'm insecure in this field. I used to think I had 3, but idk anymore.

30. Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend and what is their name? Husband and he doesn't like his info to be disclosed so I won't name him.

31. What is the biggest lie you have ever told anyone? I'm not a good liar.

32. Do you believe in miracles? Yes

Put your music on shuffle and write down 30 songs that come up without skipping. (How about just 5) 1. Almost Home - mxmtoon 2. That's What I like - Bruno Mars 3. Golden Time Lover - Sukima Switch 4. Helena - My Chemical Romance 5. This is Love - Utada Hikaru

This is the part where you tag 20 people! As for me, if you read this you are tagged! You can tag me if u fill this btw, my anxiety only goes one way.

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Happily Ever After

Chapter 2: Journey

Links: 1, 3, 4, 5, Also on A03

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“The two adventurers had been walking for hours and it would be hours more before they reached their destination. They continued onward, for they knew they couldn’t stop because the Kingdom of Thera was counting on them. Not to mention the couple of hours wasted because the two spent a few hours going the wrong way!”

The narrator was interrupted by Virgil and Roman groaning loudly. “Please stop bringing that up!” Roman pleaded. Virgil chuckled.

“Fine. If you don’t want to hear my commentary, I’ll shut up. You’ll never have to hear from me again. No more Mr. Narrator leading you to your happy ending.” the narrator said with a know-it-all attitude.

“Then, you won’t mind if we take a quick stop at the tavern that should be down the road.” Roman said, pointing at the map.

His narrator was silent.

“I’m glad you pointed that out. I was worried you didn’t know how to read that thing after I caught you holding it upside down and leading us in the opposite direction.” Virgil commented.

“Yes, I know how to read a map.” Roman told him. “I was just getting a different sense of direction. That’s all.”

“Sure.” Virgil rolled his eyes. Roman pouted at him.

The two bantered back and forth as they strolled down the dirt road. The narrator was strangely quiet as he said he would be. Roman thought it felt unnatural. It honestly worried him, but maybe his narrator had no objections because he was supposed to go into the tavern or it wouldn’t change anything in his story.

It was about evening time when they came across the tavern. It wasn’t getting dark yet but the sun would be setting in a few hours.

Roman pulled open the batwing doors to the tavern. He held the door open for Virgil. “After you, my chemically imbalanced romance.” he said gesturing to the inside of the dimly lit tavern, bowing slightly.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a gentleman.” Virgil waved his hand dismissively at Roman as he walked into the tavern.

“Let’s just get some food and get back on the road. Everyone who goes into taverns are usually evil.” Virgil told him quietly.

“Alright.” Roman agreed, matching his volume. “Even though we’re in here, clearly not everyone in taverns is evil.”

“Oh shush.” Virgil hissed, poking Roman in the shoulder.

The two sat at the bar where the barkeep noticed them. Everyone around them was oddly silent and preoccupied with their drinks, or they were too busy conversing with the people around them supplying background noise. Roman and Virgil were completely ignored by everyone except for the barkeep.

“What can I get you two this evening?” they asked.

Virgil told Roman his order and Roman ordered for both of them, knowing how much the other didn’t like talking to strangers. The barkeep nodded and yelled the order into the back where the cook would be working.

The cook only made a grunting noise. “It’ll be out soon.” the barkeep told them sweetly, smiling at them.

“Thank you.” Roman told them.

Virgil kept a hand on Roman’s arm and another on the handle of his sword as he shifted his eyes around the bar, looking for any sign of danger or other exits. They had the same thought that something bad was going to happen.

As they suspected, someone sat next to Virgil who hissed at them, almost like a warning to the man telling him to stay away.

The stranger had curly dirty blond hair, his tanned skin covered in freckles. His brown eyes seemed to sparkle through his round glasses.

“What are you two kiddos up to?” they asked with a smile.

‘Kiddo?’ Roman thought. Of course he acted like a dad, he looked like one wearing khaki pants, a blue shirt, and an obviously hand-made sweater. He somehow made it work though.

Both of their eyes glowed orange as their narrators spoke up, which the man seemed to flinch at.

“Prince Roman and Knight Virgil ignored the man.” Roman’s narrator spoke worriedly. Roman raised an eyebrow at this. Why wouldn’t his narrator want him to talk to someone who spoke to him first. That never happened before. Anyone who talked to him was scripted to talk to him and therefore he was scripted to talk back. Unless-

“You’re a script-breaker” Roman said to the strange man.

“Of course. I didn’t want someone telling me to do bad things.” the man told them.

Virgil spoke up, puffing his chest out to make him seem more confident and ready to fight. “When people break their script, it’s usually because they want to be evil.” he hissed out.

“Well, not me. And I’m certainly not the first to do this. One of my closest friends ignores his narrator too. He just does what he wants. He’s the one who made me question the narrator in the first place. He was always going on and on about how ‘illogical’ and ‘nonsensical’ his narrator was.”

“The two adventurers ignored the obvious witch next to them and waited silently for their food.” Roman’s narrator told him. Virgil looked away from the man towards Roman and shook his head, seemingly knowing that Roman was going to do something stupid.

Roman ignored Virgil as well as his narrator. “My name is Roman, this is my friend, and what is your name?”

Virgil jabbed Roman in the stomach. “Dude!” he whisper-shouted.

The man smiled widely. “My name is Patton. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Very nice to meet you, Patton. Wonderful name.” Roman complimented and held his hand out behind Virgil’s back for Patton to shake.

“Thank you very much. I chose it myself.” Patton took Roman’s hand in his own and shook it with enthusiasm.

“Roman. What the fuck.” Virgil said to him, frantically waving his hands, making

Roman shrugged his shoulders. “He’s like the softest little puffball I’ve ever met. How could he be evil? I trust him.” he said.

“And I don’t. Don’t talk to him anymore. Our narrator clearly said to ignore him. Script-breakers aren’t to be trusted.” Virgil glared at him.

“Knight Virgil was rightfully mad at the prince, for the prince should have listened and minded his own business.” Roman’s narrator scolded.

“Order up!” the cook yelled from the kitchen, placing two plates on the window behind the bar for the barkeep to grab.

The barkeep grabbed the food and placed it in front of Roman and Virgil. “Enjoy your meal.” they told them. Roman and Virgil thanked the barkeep and dug in. The barkeep glanced at Patton before their eyes started to glow orange and they quickly turned away to occupy themselves with cleaning the bar.

Patton frowned, but then he quickly smiled wide. People usually ignored him, so he should’ve been used to it by now. Their narrators told them to because people who broke their script weren’t bound by the storyline and therefore threw everything off. People thought that's what his evil plot was: ruin their destinies and happily ever afters. He didn’t want to ruin their destiny if that’s what they wanted to do. He just broke his script because he didn’t like what he was scripted to do.

He came to this bar all the time because it was a popular stop on the road. Considering what his job was, it was a smart decision. Sometimes, however rare, someone who worked here would give him food or some of the patrons would talk to him. Usually just another script-breaker or someone who isn’t afraid of not listening to their narrator once or twice. Not a lot of people talk to him, let alone serve him. It was always a rare opportunity to have someone treat him nicely outside of the town he lived in.

Patton didn’t think Roman would talk to him, but he surprised him. Virgil seemed protective over him, so his reaction was expected. He let his hopes rise that Roman would travel with him. Patton wouldn’t interact with Virgil if he didn’t want to talk with him.

“The witch went back into the forest.” Patton’s narrator told him. He hadn’t been listening to his narrator since he met his first friend. The narrator’s voice got quieter with each day. Now, he was nothing more than a whisper. Something easy to ignore. His friend no longer has a narrator since He hasn’t listened to his narrator for years now. Patton wondered how long it would take for his narrator’s voice to go away. It had already been a year. Sometimes he thinks that his narrator won’t go away.

“Do you want to come with us?” Roman asked, pulling Patton out of his thoughts.

Virgil glared at Roman. “You can’t just offer that. We have a storyline to follow.”

Patton was astounded. He definitely didn’t expect him to ask that. He smiled widely. “I’d love to accompany you! If you’ll have me.” he exclaimed. Patton was definitely excited. Another friend. Roman’s eyes glowed orange. Roman was listening to his narrator, who probably had other opinions of Patton.

“Prince Roman did not ask the witch to come on the adventure. In fact, he ordered his personal knight to slay the evil creature so it could do no more harm.” Roman’s narrator told him.

“Definitely not.” Roman mumbled staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. He had never been told to kill something before. He knew he might have to slay a dragon sometime in the future, which he was appalled by.

Virgil’s eyes glowed, and he started biting his nails. One of the more noticeable signs of his anxiety. His narrator must have told him to do something similar. He clearly didn’t want to, but he hated disobeying his narrator. Roman wanted to get him away from Patton. It tugged at his heart strings to see someone he… liked so dearly feel this way.

“I’m really sorry, Pat. We need to get going. Our narrator…” Roman told him, trailing off at the end. He couldn’t tell Patton what his narrator told him to do. They were a danger to Patton. Not the other way around like his narrator and history books make it seem.

Patton kept smiling. “I get it.” he said quietly. It hurt Roman to watch Patton get his hopes up for finding new friends just to have them leave Patton behind.

Virgil dropped a few gold coins on the bar, then grabbed Roman’s hand and dragged him out of the bar and back on the path before they had the chance to say anything else.

Patton waited a few minutes, sitting in the bar before leaving the establishment. He was going to go back to the town where he and his friend lived. Maybe after he slept at his own place though. He hadn’t been at his place in a while. He didn’t have a lot of happy memories while he was living in the woods, but he would need to rest to continue back to Thera which was about a day's journey. He didn’t like being out of that small village for too long. At least the people who live in Thera talked to him, even if he wasn’t close enough to the people he knew to hang out with them and be close friends.

Patton left the tavern and walked into the woods across from the tavern. He didn’t want to risk running into Roman and Virgil when they clearly didn’t want to be around him.

“I can’t believe that you did something like that. He was scripted to be an evil witch and you just said ‘yeah sounds super trustworthy!’” Virgil yelled with heavy sarcasm.

Roman pushed a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done that especially when you got really anxious. But I just feel like… nevermind.” He still felt bad about leaving Patton behind after offering to be a travel companion.

“It’s whatever.” Virgil told him, looking away. His narrator told him to kill the witch, and he didn’t. His narrator seemed to be happy with the fact that he had left, but he couldn’t shake off the anxious feeling from not listening to him. He swears he can still feel Patton breathing down his neck.

“Maybe let’s walk for a bit more before taking a break.” Virgil suggested. The walking would help him calm down from that run-in with the witch and when he was done being anxious he knew he would be tired.

Roman nodded in agreement. “Sounds good.”

Neither of their narrators had said anything against this, so they were all in agreement. Although, Roman’s narrator did say some passive aggressive comments about Patton and how he’s glad to be away from him. Roman only rolled his eyes and ignored him.

The two continued walking until the sun began setting behind the horizon. They needed to make camp before it got too dark to see. They made a great deal of progress on the journey since they started. They were about halfway to Thera.

The two walked off the dirt road they had been following and walked into the forest. “It’s really creepy in here.” Virgil commented. Roman nodded. He wasn’t particularly a fan of dark forests… or darkness in general.

“The two adventurers diverged off the path and into the forest. In this forest was a cave. This would be the best place for our adventurers to camp out for the night before continuing this journey at dawn.” Their narrators told them.

Virgil inwardly groaned while Roman made his opinion much more heard.

“At dawn!? What kind of morning person do you take me for? I. Need. My. Beauty sleep.” Roman whined.

“Roman stopped complaining and got in the cave. He wasn’t worried, because he had his lantern because the little baby prince is afraid of the dark.” his narrator mocked him using a baby voice.

Roman gasped, putting a hand on his chest. “You know that fear is entirely justified! The darkness is creepy and anything could sneak up on you, including spiders!” He took his lantern out of the sack they brought with them filled with everything they packed. The snacks were all gone by now. He lit up the lantern, and he smiled gently at the light it emitted.

“You think spiders are creepy?” Virgil asked.

The two heard a scream. “Spiders!? Where!?”

They recognized the voice as Patton’s.

Virgil drew his sword and looked around them. He couldn’t see Patton anywhere. It was too dark to see anything this late in the woods. “Show yourself!” Virgil yelled.

Patton walked into the light of the lantern with his hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t following you, I promise. My house is just in the middle of the forest.”

Virgil scoffed. “Likely story. What kind of witch are you anyway?”

“Um… the one that didn’t kill Hansel and Gretal.” Patton chuckled nervously.

Roman and Virgil went silent. Roman racked his brain, trying to remember anything about that script-breaker. He couldn’t remember anything about that witch, and his narrator was very adamant about him doing his research on script-breakers. Mostly how dangerous they can be. Roman had never met one before Patton, but from all the books, it sure seemed like it happened a lot.

Patton started backing away. “Anyway, like I said, not following you. I’m just walking home.”

“Is your house still made out of candy?” Roman asked. Virgil elbowed him and gave him a look. “What? It’s just a simple question.”

“That is not what you should be focused on right now.” Virgil hissed at him.

“Oh! I had to build a new house, because lost kids kept coming inside and the cute critters of the forest kept eating it as well. So, um, no it’s not made out of candy. Not anymore.”

Roman grabbed Virgil’s elbow and pulled him into the cave. “With that settled, continue on your way, we mean no harm.” he said, backing away into the cave their narrators told them to rest in.

“Please,” Virgil said. “Stop following us.” He put the sword back into its hilt. Patton nodded.

“In the morning, I’m gonna go back to the town I live in with my friend, and you’ll never see me again. I promise.” Patton told them. He backed up a few steps before he turned away and left.

Virgil sighed and Roman took his hand. He stared at his hand in Roman’s and allowed Roman to drag him into the cave. He smiled slightly. It was just nice having someone he cared for around him. They didn’t go that far inside the cave because of Roman’s fear of the dark and Virgil’s fear of numerous fears of anything and everything that could possibly happen at any given moment.

It was a very restless night for the both of them. Despite the narrator telling them they had nothing to be afraid of and everything would be alright, the two couldn’t sleep.

“Are you awake, Virgil?” Roman asked.

“Yeah.” Virgil told him with a yawn. “What’s up?”

“Do you think it’s worth it?” he asked.

Virgil rolled over to his right side to face Roman. His face flushed, noticing how close they were to each other but he quickly focused on Roman’s question. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Usually heroes and knights have to fight some sort of dragon twenty times their size that can breathe fire with nothing but a sword.”

“True. But you’re scripted to win. Doesn’t that mean you win if you listen to directions?”

“I guess.” Roman shrugged as best as he could laying on a hard rocky floor. “It doesn’t make any sense though. I haven’t heard of any stories of heroes that lose, but shouldn’t they? The odds seem against us.”

“I guess that’s just logic in the world we live in.” Virgil told him. “People who are born to be good live happily and people who are born to be evil get… killed.” he trailed off.

“That’s not fair though.” Roman said. “Think about Patton. He was scripted to be a witch who lured small children in with the promise of sweets just to eat them then get outsmarted and baked alive. He didn’t kill Hansel and Gretal though. Does he not deserve a happy ending? He seemed nice enough.”

“Yeah. He seemed nice enough. Let’s not forget about the children before Hansel and Gretal.”

“Why are you so obsessed with making him out to be evil?” Roman asked Virgil.

Virgil went quiet and turned away from him. “I’m a knight. My script says I need to protect you at all costs. I can’t do that if I only see the good in people.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Maybe it’s best if you don’t.” Virgil sighed. “Goodnight.”

Roman was silent for a few minutes, trying to figure out what Virgil meant. “Goodnight, Virgil.” he said quietly.

Virgil couldn’t go back to sleep. He didn’t know if Roman ever got sleep, but he did know that neither spoke a word to each other until the morning.

Roman woke up to his narrator’s voice and the bright orange light surrounding his vision. “Prince Roman awoke at dawn with enthusiasm. This was the last day of his journey before he saved a kingdom and got his happily ever after.”

Roman groaned. His feet hurt from walking all day yesterday and his stomach growled from a lack of breakfast.

“If only Roman stopped eating his breakfast the day before and stopped when I told him to. Maybe if he stopped eating, he could have packed the food to save for later, also known as now.” his narrator told him in a mocking tone.

Roman scoffed. “I hate you.”

“Really? From one argument?” Virgil turned around to look at him with wide eyes. They used to fight all the time. They still fight, albeit not as often but would Roman really hate him?

“No, no, no, no. I was talking to my stupid, prissy narrator. Not you. Definitely not you. I don’t think I could hate you. Roman reassured Virgil.

“You say that, but…” Virgil trailed off as he looked away.

“You are my friend.” Roman told him sternly. “I do not hate you. You are much too brave, kind, and strong, and-”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Virgil said with a slight smile on his lips. Something about Roman saying that made him light up. “We should get going now. I really don’t want to run into Patton again.”

‘-And incredibly beautiful’ Roman thought to himself as he nodded and started packing up his things.

“The two adventurers continued along their way. It was important that they arrived on time.” their narrators told them. Roman rolled his eyes at this. He knew that he would arrive “on time” as long as they kept in pace with the narrator.

The two traveled on foot for a few hours and thankfully, both of their narrators were silent for those few hours. When nothing is happening or being said, narrators aren’t really needed. That’s why it was such a disappointment to Roman when his narrator finally spoke up.

“Prince Roman and his knight came to a pasture. This pasture had dozens of horses. It was at this moment that they realized they wouldn’t be there in time if they didn’t have some sort of transportation. They decided to borrow a horse for the greater good.”

“Well fuck you too, narrator.” Roman grumbled at the sky.

“I really wish I brought that saddle now.” Virgil said.

“I also wish you brought that saddle, Knightmare. Get it because you’re my knight in shining armor, but it’s also like night-”

“Yeah I got it… I think that’s your best one yet.”

“Well, my genius knows no bounds.”

“You complained about having to walk the whole way, so I give you some transportation and you don’t even take it.” Roman’s narrator said.

“We’re almost to Thera. The horse isn���t going to make a difference at this point.” Roman told his narrator.

“What happens if you’re late? I’m telling you to get transportation. You have to listen to me! You listened to me as a child! Why won’t you listen now!”

Roman winced at the yelling. His narrator was getting so angry with him that his ears started ringing. It wasn’t the first time he yelled this loudly at him. His narrator always seemed angry. Anger was a common trait he noticed from listening to people talk about their narrators.

“People could die, Roman. You don’t even know who’s causing the danger to Thera. It could be someone completely unexpected…”

“Why does that sound like a threat?”

“It’s a warning. I’m just trying to make sure you trust the right people, like me. I swear, the smallest little things scare you.”

“Completely untrue.”

“The two kept walking, ignoring the obvious mode of transportation that they were walking right past.” Roman rolled his eyes at every snarky comment the narrator had to say. Virgil’s narrator wasn’t as snarky. In fact they didn’t care if they traveled on foot or horse. Apparently Roman was on a time schedule for his destiny and Virgil wasn’t. A lot of sense that made.

The sun was behind them when the two heard a rumble of a stampede. Virgil looked back to find out the origin of the noise. He recognized two people on horseback. He hadn’t seen those two in years. “Oh, shit. Run.” Virgil told Roman, grabbing his hand quickly and making a break for the forest that surrounded the path.

“What’s happening? Why are we running!?” Roman asked him.

Before Virgil could speak, his narrator answered Roman for him. “The two stopped. They were a brave prince and a brave knight. Surely they could take on two meager bandits. Even if they used to be close friends with the knight.”

“You know them!?” Roman said, astonished. Virgil stopped. Roman could tell that he didn’t want to, but it was what his narrator told him to. Roman stopped with him. He faced the two that were still coming after him. He went into a wide stance in front of Virgil, head lifted high with his chest puffed out. He was a prince after all. He needed to protect and serve his subjects.

“Knight Virgil drew his sword, ready to fight the two assailants. He had to protect the prince at all costs.” Virgil’s narrator told him. Virgil sighed and did exactly that, pushing Roman behind him. Roman made a face at this, but accepted the fact that Virgil could handle it.

The two people each on their own horse came to a slow stop in front of Roman and Virgil. Roman looked at them closely.

“Virgie! I wondered when I was gonna see you again.” one person said.

This one had similar eye pigments to Virgil except his were purple. He had a similar hair color to Roman’s except his hair had a gray streak in it and he had a mustache whereas Roman was clean shaven. His clothing was black with a lot of spikes, tears, and some eye-catching green dyes which must have cost a pretty penny to get done.

“Yeah. It’s been a long while since you left us.” the other told them.

This guy had long blond hair flowing behind him before he came to a stop. He had some markings on one half of his face that almost looked like scales of some kind. He wore a hat and had a similar cloak to Virgil’s except his was black with yellow lining.

It was clear that Virgil got his fashion advice from these two, although Roman wasn’t sure that was a good thing.

“I have never met either of you two, and I would like some names. I’m Prince Roman.” Roman told the two. Virgil looked back and glared at him. Roman ignored this and stuck his hand past Virgil for the two to shake.

“Have you gone mad!?” his narrator yelled. Roman ignored him too.

“Heya. Nice to meet you. I’m Remus. I already know you, but it’s nice to know you forgot about me.” Remus said while dismounting his horse and shaking his hand.

He was filthy, disgusting and just a handshake got Roman’s hand sticky for some reason. Never doing that again.

“Prince? Interesting.” the other said. “Call me Dee.”

“Dee? Is that short for something?” Roman asked as he shook Dee’s gloved hand in greeting.

“Deceit.” Dee deadpanned. Roman blinked in surprise but quickly got back on track.

“Alright, Dee and Remus, how do you know Virgil?”

At the mention of his name, Virgil tensed up. ”We, uhh, used to be friends.” Virgil told him. He got out of his fighting stance and let his arms hang at his side.

Roman placed an arm around his shoulder, pulling Virgil to his side. “Well then Dee and Remus. We will be on our way as we are very busy getting to our destination. We need to be there on time, you see.” he said.

His narrator chimed in with, “Oh now you care about punctuality.”

“Woah, wait a minute, you are a prince. You have a lot of money. It would be stupid of us to let you go.” Dee said, getting off of his horse. He took a walking cane out of a bag attached to his horse and unfolded it. He looked up at Roman with a sly smile.

Roman thought he was a lot smaller than he thought the intimidating thief would be. Roman was definitely on the taller side of things, but Dee was about a whole foot shorter than him, definitely shorter than average. He quickly shook his head to drive away his thoughts to come up with a response.

“I understand that you’re doing this because of a narrator.” Roman told them calmly.

Remus laughed. “I’m doing it because it’s fun, not because some guy told me to.” Remus crossed his arms across his chest, standing tall.

Roman guessed it was meant to be intimidating, but Remus didn’t look tall to him. They were built the same and were about the same height. In fact, something about Remus seemed… familiar.

“I’m doing what I have to as a script-breaker, to survive. You can spare some coins.” Dee told him, holding his hand out, waiting for a sum of money to be given to him.

More script-breakers. That was three already in such a small journey. According to all the books Roman owned, script-breakers were way more rare. And all of them were evil.

“Roman was not going to give this thief any money. This is why people shouldn’t break scripts. They become villains.” Roman’s narrator told him. That wasn’t fair.

With Patton, if what he said was true, he broke his script to be nicer. The narrator wanted the two of them to avoid him. With these two the narrator stopped their story just to show that script-breakers became thieves. They only needed money.

“You can follow us.” Roman told them. “I’m sure with how prince stories go, there’ll be a big reward after I finish my task, challenge, whatever. You can have whatever you can carry.”

“But our narrators-” Virgil started.

“Oh, you’re always worried about narrators. It’s just some voice. He can’t give you any consequences.” Remus said, making hand gestures as he spoke.

Roman didn’t want to make the same mistake he did with Patton. Patton just wanted to be trusted and make friends. He shouldn’t have left him in that tavern alone. Especially after he got Patton’s hopes up. Besides, Virgil knew these people. They couldn’t be that bad. They didn’t even seem to be armed, except for Dee’s walking cane if that counted.

“I’m surprised at you, your highness. Lead the way.” Dee moved to the side and gestured with his arm the path out of the woods. He knew Roman would eventually change his mind and Virgil certainly wouldn’t stand for this. He wouldn’t be leaving without money though. This prince was probably on some quest and would gain a bunch of money he didn’t need. That would be a big payoff. Remus looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Dee only smiled.

“I don’t know what the two of you are planning, but I’m on to you.” Virgil told them.

Both Dee and Remus smiled at him. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about, raccoon.” Dee said. Virgil scoffed at them, not believing them in the slightest.

The four of them walked out of the forest, and they were soon back on the path to Thera.

“I cannot believe you. How dare you even? Do you realize how important it is that you follow my instructions exactly? Do you want to become a script-breaker?” Roman’s narrator asked. Roman ignored him completely. No witty comments or insults. Roman’s narrator scoffed.

Virgil took a breath. “Alright. We’re still following our script written destiny. Once we finish, we can go back home and live out whatever the happily ever after is.”

“Whatever you say, Virgie.”

“Yes. As soon as you two finish following the orders of the voice in your head, you may go back to ignoring our existence.” Virgil huffed at the two’s sarcastic comments.

“We spent a lot of time diverging from the path. Would you mind if we borrowed your horse power?” Roman asked them. “Of course. The sooner we get there, the better for all of us.” Dee started helping Virgil onto his horse and Remus let Roman get on his horse.

“They stole those horses, you know.” Roman’s narrator commented. Roman rolled his eyes. His narrator told him and Virgil to steal horses from that ranch. Why was it any different when a script-breaker did it?

The two horses trod side by side which was definitely faster than the four could walk.

“Can I know exactly how you three met?” Roman asked.

Remus laughed. “Well after I broke my script because I didn’t want to marry. The thought of love or marriage is disgusting and I usually like disgusting. Anyway, my family disowned me and my brother doesn’t even have any fucking clue who I am.”

“Wow. That sucks. I’m really sorry.” Roman told Remus.

“It’s whatever.” Remus said, shrugging it off. “My family’s a dick and my brother’s an even bigger dick. We are identical twins and he doesn’t recognize me. The only difference is a mustache and a few gray hairs really.”

“At that point, he must recognize you. What idiot wouldn’t recognize a twin? He must just be ignoring you. I can’t even imagine following my script so much that I ignore or forget my own brother.”

Dee and Virgil watched this conversation go on. “Anyway,” Dee said, changing the subject. “Remus and I met each other when he got kicked out. He visited the orphanage, where Virgil and I grew up, every day. They wouldn’t let him stay because he was a script-breaker. We took care of him after he was kicked out. Virgil and I eventually aged out of the orphanage and the three of us started our lives together as script-breaking thieves. Virgil, here, left us to follow his script and we haven’t seen him for years.” Dee explained.

“Yeah. I still feel bad. I’m really sorry even though that doesn’t count for much.” Virgil told them, fiddling with his sleeves. The four of them were silent for a bit.

“Alright.” Dee said. “Your turn. What’s this quest anyway?” he asked Roman.

“Well, the usual for a prince. Save a damsel in distress, get married to them, then live happily ever after. We’re going to the Kingdom of Thera because an unrealistic gust of wind made a letter fly into my room. The person writing the letter only told me that there was trouble in the kingdom and I have to help.” Roman told them.

“That’s all the information you have?” Dee asked.

“Yeah. Ink spilled on the paper that covered, what I assume is all the important details.” Virgil told him.

“That is a really dumb plot device. But can you imagine the narrator telling that person, ‘you need to waste ink and spill this bottle all over the details you wrote for the plot.’ then the dumbass writing the letter just says ‘seems legit’. Remus cackled to himself.

“That does sound really dumb when you think of it.” Virgil agreed.

“Of course it’s dumb. The whole idea of a narrator is dumb.” Dee said.

Virgil just silently nodded in agreement.

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[theswarmanthology]

Michelle W, 24, Oregon

"it’s overall been a good experience, this is my first time back after several years though because for a while things just got overwhelming for me and i took a social media break. i made several really good friends when i first started getting involved in the online fandoms for mcr that i’m still friends with to this day actually!"

Fast Facts: How long have you been a fan?: 9+ years Did you get to see MCR live before this tour?: No, this tour was my first time seeing MCR How many shows on this tour did you attend in total?: 1 Favorite album: Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge Show experience out of 10: 10 Did you cry at your show?: I'm still crying right now

Which date of the tour did you attend? 10/02/22, Moda Center, Portland, Oregon

When did you get your tickets for your show? Was it a struggle, or were they easy to grab? i got tickets right when they went on sale, my husband had to wait a little for ticketmaster to load and such but it wasn’t a hassle at all!

Did you attend with anyone else? my husband!

What did you wear? it was kind of a catholic school uniform vibe!

Where were your seats? nosebleeds, on ray’s side!

What was your favorite song(s) from the setlist they played at your show? it’s not a fashion statement, it’s a deathwish

What song were you most hoping to hear? Did you get to hear it? cemetery drive and kill all your friends, i didn’t get to hear either :(

What was your favorite moment from the show? before they played the world is ugly, gerard made a little speech about being a butterfly in this ugly world

What was the most unexpected moment from the show? there wasn’t anything really too unexpected at our show? i guess maybe seeing gerard come out in regular jeans and a t shirt was unexpected after seeing all the other costumes he wore on tour!

Did you snag any merch? What pieces? oh my god so much merch, thank you for the venom canvas bag, mystery t (i got the mikey one!), tour date long sleeve and short sleeve shirts, swarm dad hat, swarm flag, swarm poster, reusable water bottle and i think that was it!

Many fans describe seeing MCR live as feeling like coming home. Did you experience anything like that at your show? i did yes! it felt just as comforting as walking through my front door to be in that stadium watching my favorite band before and being among thousands of other people who love them just as much as i do!

If you could change one thing about your show experience, what would it be? my seats! we had the money to get pit tickets but felt like we shouldn’t blow a huge chuck of our savings so we opted for cheaper, and i gotta say i do kinda regret it!

Has your perspective or opinion about the band changed since seeing them on this tour? If so, in what way? i wouldn’t say it’s changed, but i’d say my love for them certainly got stronger and i feel like there’s even more of an unbreakable bond connecting me to this band

What advice would you give to people seeing My Chemical Romance in the future? fuck that savings, buy the pit tickets!!!

Anything we didn't ask that you feel obliged to share or talk about? i could talk about the show at lengths, how much it meant to me to hear them live, to see them with my own two eyes, to know that this group of men that saved my life is REAL, that they’re not just existing in my phone speakers. they’re there, they care so much about the fans, and god i just love them so fucking much.

Thanks, Michelle! She can be found on Tumblr at @ropeandrailings.

[rinn-e]

Tagged by: @lithugraph thank you dear <3

What book are you currently reading?

I finished the last pages of Different Seasons by Stephen King today, a collection of novellas featuring Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption, the novella the film The Shawshank Redemption is based on, and, man, it reminded me why I love Stephen King so much.

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

Did I even watch a movie in theaters this year? lol. Okay, I remembered - The Batman, which I liked a lot (but I'm a Batman fangirl, so no surprises there).

What do you usually wear?

Jeans and a blouse or shirt, a hoodie on top if I'm cold. But I also really love dresses in summer.

How tall are you?

168 cm, so 5’5” for you Americans :P

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? 

Scorpio! I share my birthday with Emma Stone and Ethan Hawke, among others. No interesting historical events.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

Usually my name, but my closest childhood friends and my sister have a nick-name they sometimes use :)

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Nope. I wanted to be an actress :P Though, as I also wanted to be an author, you could say that I'm getting closer to that dream (very, very slowly).

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

Yes! Three years and going strong.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I like to imagine writing and drawing are skills I'm better at than your average guy/girl and I'm exceptionally good at worrying about stuff and feeling stressed :P Bad - I'm clumsy, so the opposite of that. Also throwing a ball.

Dogs or cats?

Cats!

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

Art I hate as soon as I post it, though I have lots of written lines I adore :)

I really like the opening lines of Desperate Times:

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Obi-Wan had always considered the saying somewhat cliché, an excuse to justify whatever cruel or little thought-out plan was set in motion. How did you recognize desperate times? Weren’t all measures desperate if taken in a state of despair? How did you decide on the measures to be taken, whether desperate or not? And, in the end, would history prove them right?

He still didn’t know the answers to those questions. However, for the first time maybe, he found himself whispering those words with relief, for they were short and comfortable, and they offered an explanation he could cling to when ignoring what his heart was telling him. They dampened the regret. They made it easier, when, in reality, nothing was easy at all.

Also, most of the epilogue of What You Are And What You'll Never Be.

What’s something you would like to create content for?

I have a Bridgerton fanfiction in progress feat. Anthony and whump (I have a thing for smug male leads getting knocked down a peg), though I doubt I'll get many readers :P Also, maybe, Jesus Christ Superstar.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? 

Josh Young as Judas in the broadway revival of Jesus Christ Superstar. Damn, that man can sing.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

The My Chemical Romance concert I couldn't go to because it was postponed on short notice and the new date didn't work for me :))

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I hope it's my singing skills :P

Are you religious?     

I was confirmed, but I don't really practice it, so I guess not so much. Though, I do like the general sentiments of helping one's neighbour.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

My bachelor's thesis done :( But I'm on schedule, so that's something.

Tagging: (Don't feel obligated to do this of course) @buzzingbugger @jovialkidbonktrashsh @currently-kraken @rosesnblueberries @sparkie96 @willshowerthots @kratosfan6632466 and whoever else wants to do this :)

[bagettsfornoon]

id say one of the funniest things I did in highschool was a theater presentation i did in junior year (second to last year? don’t know if I translated that right). anyway, we were adapting scenes from hamlet, and at the moment I didn’t have anyone to do the assignment with so I decided to do a monologue- with a twist. yeah, just… just see it for yourselves lmao

HAMLET AND THE SOCK PUPPET

Setting: Mansion, home to Hamlet’s family. Inside one of the more secluded parts of the house, where there are barely any windows, so almost no light comes through. There are a few tables around, decorated with small vases, some filled with already dead flowers. Only one light turned on in the whole room, the other one flickering into life every now and then, but staying off most of the time.

Costumes and characters:

Hamlet: black jeans with chains, black shoes, white long-sleeved shirt and a black t-shirt over that. Wears his hair over his face, almost covering one eye. Strong eyeliner, and eyebags.

Horatio: a neon pink sock with googly eyes

SCRIPT -

Hamlet arrives on scene, looking around with confusion and wonder. He raises his right hand, where Horatio is.

Horatio: Over here, Hamlet!

Hamlet: (looking around) Is it truly here, my friend? Is this the place in which you found my father’s phantom?

Horatio: Yes Hamlet. It was here. The ghost of your (turns to look at the audience) dead father.

Hamlet: (looks at Horatio) My dearest friend, my bestest friend (looks away) my only friend. (looks back) Never would I dare think to doubt you, for your loyalty is most cherished to me, but this. This is certainly unbelievable. Oh, it feels like madness, taking over me like a virus, consuming every part of me, ever since my father’s death. I am desperate, Horatio! My own mother calls me crazy! And all I can do is hold on to these bits and pieces of information, and hope. (Horatio taps him in the shoulder) oh? What is it, dear friend of mine?

Horatio: Your dad, Hamlet! He 's talking to me!

Hamlet: (surprised) truly? Right now, he’s here? (Looks around, and looks shocked at some place) I see him! Oh father, how truly I’ve missed you! It’s been a torture to live in this home, with these people. Mother and uncle got married! It’s all upside down, and I miss you so…

Horatio: He says he misses you too

Hamlet: oh, but why can’t I hear you, father?

Horatio stares to where Hamlets father supposedly is for a while

Horatio: he says “lol, idk”

Hamlet: I see. Well, what else does he say?

Horatio: he says your uncle killed him

Hamlet: (shocked) What!?

Horatio: did a whole Shakespeare on him. With the poison in the ear and everything. He also paid the police so they wouldn’t frame him. And he says your mother has been having an affair with him since before you were born lmao you’re so blind how didn’t you see

Hamlet: (falls to his knees, devastated) Oh dear father! I have been a fool… you see, when I was a young boy… (looks away) oh, father! (hides his face in his hands, crying)

Horatio: don’t cry, Hamlet! (pats him in the head) there there. You’ll carry on, we’ll carry on. Also, your dad is asking what your mom did with his My Chemical Romance cds

Hamlet starts to cry harder.

Hamlet: (sobbing) she said that it was just a phase! It is not just a phase! Father, I am so sorry! Uncle replaced them with Beethoven, and Mozart cds. Who even owns those?!

Horatio: he says that you must take revenge then! (looks at the audience) You must kill him in cold blood.

Hamlet: if that is what father says (stands up) it is then what I must do. Very well then. I will plan your revenge, dear father of mine, and I will kill this traitor.

Horatio: He’s gone!

Hamlet: I must be going crazy, my dearest friend. My father’s phantom, speaking to me as if he is really here. I am really just as mad as everyone claims. Hamlet, the mad prince, who speaks with himself when he is all alone.

Hamlet stares into space quietly. Horatio rises next to him, looks at the audience and then at him multiple times.

Horatio: You’re not mad, Hamlet. And you’re not alone, you talk to me! Would a crazy person have such a great friend?

Hamlet looks at Horatio and smiles lightly

Hamlet: Perhaps you are right. Now, let us go! We must plan our revenge.

Horatio: while we listen to My Chemical Romance on blast?

Hamlet: (fully smiles) you know me so well, my dearest bestest friend

(fully copy-pasted from the original file lmao)

one of my best performances in my life, i hate the fact that i didn’t ask anyone to record me.

[vvendyreads]

Given Our History by Kristyn J. Miller

Thank you to St. Martin's Press and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my honest review.

Clara is a history professor whose supervisor just suggested that she apply for tenure. When he asks if she'll share her desk with a visiting scholar, she thinks saying yes will help win her brownie points. She is dismayed to learn that the visiting professor is none other than Teddy, her former best friend from summer camp who she once was in love with. They haven't spoken in years after a falling out, but when Teddy comes to campus they both try to be civil. As they work together and reconnect, we see flashbacks of their relationship as kids and find out what went wrong in their history.

This book was solid. I like the recent popularity of romance novels about people in academia. I thought that the specialty in history was a nice tie in to the fact that a lot of this book is made up of flashbacks. It highlights the importance of looking at the past in order to not repeat the same mistakes, something pretty crucial for a second chance love story.

Speaking of flashbacks, I think that the book had a good balance between those and the present. It wasn't every single moment of the past but it still gave you a clear picture of everything that happened. I thought that the author did a good job of tying things from the past into the present. For example, Clara gets a compliment early on for a My Chemical Romance shirt she wears. In a later flashback we learn how she came to like the band.

I wish that there had been a little more animosity between the characters. If you tell me that they had a falling out and haven't spoken since, I expect a little more tension. For the most part, they seem to immediately get along and work together fine. Other than clearly still having feelings for each other, there isn't really a problem between them in the present.

My only other gripe is that I didn’t really understand the point of all of the back and forth, especially in the past. The characters make big deal about debating whether they should be together even though they clearly love each other and there isn't much of a reason not to. I feel like there could have been a bit more to the plot than that.

Overall, I enjoyed this book, enough to give it 4 stars immediately after, but it isn't the most memorable book for me.

Sidenote: Theodore must be making a comeback, because this is the second book I've reviewed where the male lead was named Ted.

4 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[autisticlancemcclain]

There’s nothing like a summer afternoon on the backroads, windows down, wind rushing through his hair, My Chemical Romance absolutely blasting through the shitty speakers of his ‘93 Corolla. (Yeah, yeah, Emo Joke Here, blah blah blah. MCR is good, okay, and The Black Parade is an excellent summer album.)

Keith yells along to the lyrics, loud enough to hear himself over the speakers, absolutely tearing down the road. If Lance was here he’d be whooping in the passenger seat, yelling just as loud as Keith. Keith presses the gas just a little more — he must be going 90 now, yeesh — wanting to get home as fast as he can.

“Love! Gimme love! Gimme love! I don’t need it but I’ll take what I want from your heart and I’ll keep it —”

A small beep interrupts his song, and Keith steps off the gas pedal a bit, glancing at his phone.

Notification from: Messages

my sweetheart 💙:

i am Very Bored and Lonely.

Keith looks back up to the road, slowing down and pulling over to the gravel shoulder. He checks both ways for cops, not seeing any, and quickly puts on his hazards.

He knows exactly what that kinda text means.

He taps on the notifications, quickly opening his conversation with Lance, seeing the little bubble indicating he’s still typing.

my sweetheart 💙:

so i’ve been getting really into choose-your-own-adventure books lately 😏

me:

oh yeah baby?

Keith feels his heart rate pick up, and he bites his lip. Yeah, he wants to get home, but he can definitely make a pit stop for this. He exits the conversation quickly as Lance is typing, opening up Spotify and playing their sexy playlist.

No one else is on this road, okay? There’s nothing but farmland for miles. It’s fine.

Finally, the typing bubble fades and Lance’s text pops up.

my sweetheart 💙:

mhmmmmm it gave me an idea 😈

my sweetheart 💙:

You are sitting next to me on the couch. Do you:

a) put your hand on my leg

b) kiss my neck

c) put your tongue in my ear

Keith can feel something hot and tight building in his gut, and he bites his lip, exhaling sharply through his nose.

me:

oh shit i like this a lot

me:

i like where this is going

me:

B

Keith palms at the hardening tent in his jeans, eagerly awaiting what comes next. God, Lance is so perfect for him. He’s always got a million and ten ideas, always throwing Keith in for a loop. It’s not like sexting is something particularly saucy or unique, but somehow Lance makes everything with him exciting.

The ‘ding’ notification that accompanies the typing bubble finally becoming a message could not get Keith’s attention fast enough, and his eyes rush to his phone immediately.

my sweetheart 💙:

Egads! A trap! The cushion beneath you gives way, plummeting you to a horrible cavern filled with ropes.

my sweetheart 💙:

Wait a minute. Ropes don’t move

my sweetheart 💙:

Snakes!!!

Keith busts out laughing, hand immediately leaving the front of his jeans in favour of pressing his hand to his eyes. His ears are still burning. This fucking dork.

me:

jesus

me:

what are my options now?

my sweetheart 💙:

no options. the snakes bit off ur penis u are dead

my sweetheart 💙:

can u bring me home a baja blast please

Keith snorts again, hard-on fully fading. Yeah, Keith loves this little shit. Lance knows damn well what he’s doing. He replies a quick ‘yes, you fucker,’ before switching his music back from the sexy playlist. He checks that it’s safe — road’s still 100% empty — and pulls back out, making a turn at the first stop sign to get to Taco Bell.

Lance may be a shit, but he’s a shit who’s gonna get his Baja Blast, dammit.

—

“Lance?” Keith calls, shutting the door to their apartment behind him. He hears quiet giggling from the living room, and rolls his eyes fondly before making his way over.

“Hello, you little brat,” Keith greets as he sees Lance, who is wearing tiny shorts and one of Keith’s t-shirts and smirking at him.

“Hi,” Lance replies, still giddy.

“I brought you your Baja Blast, and a taco, even though you don’t deserve it.”

Lance brightens, making Keith grin despite himself.

His boyfriend is very cute.

The cute boyfriend in question makes grabby hands, and Keith huffs, teasingly pretending to consider it.

“I dunno,” he says, tapping his chin as if in deep thought. “Do I give you this taco I bought, or do I just eat it?”

Lance pouts at him, making his already big brown doe eyes even bigger and more doe-like. Keith chuckles, gesturing for Lance to scoot over on the couch.

“Put those eyes away, you minx. You know damn well I’ll do anything you want without them.”

Lance laughs delightedly, grabbing his taco and tearing into it. “Yeah, I know,” he says around a mouthful of food, which would be disgusting was Keith not so distressingly in love with him. “I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, babe. It’s very embarrassing for you.”

Keith snorts but doesn’t deny it, because there’s literally nothing he can do to deny it. Lance has him completely whipped, unfortunately.

“Okay, Mr. Got-A-Job-At-A-Car-Dealership-Just-To-Talk-To-Me.”

“Hey, I’m just as whipped for you, never said I wasn’t. I just think it’s very funny that I intentionally got you up and running, left you hanging —” here Lance giggles again, the idea of a sexually frustrated Keith apparently too funny to tamp down his laughter — “and you still ran errands for me. Simp.”

Keith raises an eyebrow at him, then pauses what he’s doing, carefully grabbing his and Lance’s tacos and setting them on the coffee table, before turning to Lance with heated eyes.

Lance realises what’s going on just a second too late.

“No no no no no —” he scrambles backwards, desperately trying to get away, but it’s too late. Keith pounces, digging his fingers into Lance’s sides, making him shriek was laughter.

“G — get off, you big lug!”

Lance writhes around, attempting to buck Keith off, but Keith has him pinned. After several minutes of constant assault, though, Keith is feeling a little merciful, and grabs Lance’s wrists, pinning them above his head. He leans down, close enough that Lance’s eyes cross trying to look at him.

“You are a menace,” Keith says seriously.

Lance giggles again, wrapping his legs around Keith’s hips. “I know,” he whispers, leaning up to brush his lips against Keith’s. “You like it.”

“Mhm.” Keith presses back, licking lightly into his mouth. “I like all of you.”

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[gingerthesimp]

Having your first time with Rodrick would include

Him being much more nervous than you and watching extra porn to "practice“

You buying some lingerie to surprise your boyfriend

Doing it at his house and Rodrick making sure his parents or siblings aren’t there (we all know Greg would totally snitch on him if he found out)

Locking the door just incase

Starting off with a long makeout session and undressing each other

Something like the arctic monkeys or my chemical romance playing in the background

Him getting hard immediately when he sees you in that cute y/f/c underwear set you decided to wear

You receiving a lot of compliments and you lover grinning sheepishly all the time

“You’re gorgeous, but I’d love to see this bra and these panties even more on my floor.“

Your boyfriend being really touchy and eager to please you

Him fingering you while you’re snogging and you having an amazing orgasm

You teasing him a looot by touching him everywhere except his dick and Rodrick getting really frustrated and impatient

"C‘mon babe. Stop playing“

Deciding to be so nice and jerk him off

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me?“

Using your spit as lube

Rodrick being really loud and just like putty in your hands

"Fuuuck- y/n- where did y-you learn that?"

And it actually being your first time doing that

Rodrick forgetting to buy condoms so you have to use his dad‘s

Starting off slow

Missionary position

You feeling really excited but also weird when he fills you with his cock

"Uhmm Rod, do you think it’s in the right hole?“

Him giving you some time to adjust to his size before he starts to go in and out of you at a slow pace

The two of you cracking lots of jokes which makes it feel less awkward

Both of you guys‘ moans and whimpers starting to increase as he starts to pound into you at a faster pace

You being sure that even the neighbors heard you but not giving a shit

Wrapping your legs around his waist so he can bury himself even deeper in you

Leaving scratches on his back and shoulders as he put his head in the crook of your neck inhaling your scent

Rodrick leaving hickeys on your neck and tits

You and him letting out a lot of curse words, not being able to form proper sentences

You feeling a knot forming in the pit of your stomach

"I-I think I‘m- IM GONNA CUM“

Him encouraging you to cum for him

"Cum for me babe. Show me how much you love me."

You practically screaming his name out when the feeling of a million butterflies flying around explodes in your stomach

Rodrick following straight after and releasing his white seed into the condom

Him laying beside you as you both enjoy your bliss of euphoria and helping you to clean yourself later

Cuddling together, Rodrick being the big spoon

"You don‘t know how much I am in love with you y/n y/l/n“

"Ughh you know I love you more“

Him kissing your shoulderblades and whispering sweet things in your ear

Eventually falling asleep

Getting woken up by Mrs. Heffley knocking on the door

"Yes mom. Wait a second“

Quickly putting on the first thing you find on the floor

"Oh hi y/n. How are you doing? Did you put your shirt on with the wrong side?“

You being extremely embarrassed and blushing violently

Rodrick being annoyed and shooing his mom out

"You can go now, mom"

"Sorry bout that. Also thanks for that good pussy I got.“

You smacking him on the back of his head and chuckling

"Oh shut it, Rodrick. Wanna do a second round?“