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werezmastarbucks · 4 years

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coming back was a mistake

the reader bonds with kai over their shared dislike of mystic falls

kai parker x fem!reader

word count: 2494

warnings: language, the POV’s are changing

music: poa alpina by biosphere

This damn hole hasn’t changed a bit. The same old story: clean, tongue-licked glowing welcome sign. There we go. Then there will be this turn on the left... oh no, wait, bless, the road has been destroyed. The wooden white bridge connects this part of the highway with the town, and here we go. First houses, Livingstones used to live here, and their son was bullied by literally everyone at school, because he always had stupid haircuts. Word is, he’s dead. Welcome to Mystic Falls, the town where normal people can last up to one year.

Your house was still standing on the 19th November Street, cuddled by dry rose bushes. Apalling. All the other houses on the street have it together. The window sills are freshly painted and the porch is clean, the flowers are watered and cut, and then there’s this fucking outrage of a dwelling where the remains of your family reside.

You had to keep your act together but this town just infuriated you. You couldn’t understand why people would stay here when they could leave right after they’ve turned of age. What kept them? The charming crab-shaped park where everybody stored their dead bodies? The library on the main square where the entitled old lady has been residing for the last 500 years and telling you off for breathing? The blood-red clock tower dinging and donging every damn twenty minutes. No, wait, it must be the staggering fifteen streets. It must be the magic of running into your parents on the Market Street at ten am when you’re supposed to be at school. It’s the neighbors watch, the bored, jaded people’s desire to know everything about everybody. It must be all the supernatural jerks swarming here, killing everybody left and right, acting like their collective age is twenty years old. The fashion in this city has not changed since two thousand and thirteen, either. Nothing did.

The blood-red clock tower was still announcing the midnight hour through the dense hot air, the cars were still disgustingly clean like the citizens had nothing else to do except wash their cars all day long; Damon Salvatore still had the bitch expression on his face, fuming over the next this-just-in ghoul drama, pacing slowly in the living room of his ridiculous, always half-lit mansion with a glass of bourbon in his hand. Stefan was still miserable. Elena’s hair was still golden-black, smooth like a mirror, and you were still mortally tired of all this.

You could feel your negativity fill you up to your throat and eating on you as you drove up to the house and looked at it. The light was on, but nobody came out to meet you.

You were still coming once a year.

You sighed and turned off the engine, then left the car. It’s just a week. Then you can come back home and start pretending you don’t have Mystic Falls past again. The thought of going back home, running back like a rabbit, was what got you through every year.

You walked up the porch. The door wasn’t locked.

He liked this space here. The tenth row, seventeenth seat. He was like a cat, choosing the perfect spot. From here, he could see the clearing between the trees on the other side of the field, where a lady was walking her adorable huskie every evening at eight sharp. The dog was damn smart and the lady wasn’t. Kai had no idea how smart she actually was, she just didn’t look smart. The field below was empty now that it was summer and the eerie hollow feeling gave him a lot of kicks. The place that’s supposed to be full of people, literally made for big gatherings, the seats and all, empty, gave a special vibe. Looking around it, especially at the evening hour, when August was doing its best in the skies, was strangely nice. Nobody saw this side of Kai Parker when he was just sitting quietly, an expression of satisfaction on his face, on his chosen spot, and observed this quiet empty place like a little black king.

He saw somebody and went invisible in a second out of some instinct he couldn’t explain. It’s been some time since his presence caused an outcry of anguish among the party of people... a lot of time, actually. Nowadays, people would just roll their eyes. Don’t care. They’re the losers, living in this boring swamp, fidgeting with their pathetic drama every day. Kai didn’t know how they managed to tolerate themselves. And the hair! Everybody had this inexplicably perfect hair, glistening like they all wore wigs.

Oh my god.

What if they all wear wigs?!

Kai started giggling, thinking about that.

He was now looking at this girl in a crop top that matched the color of her skin. The girls do that, they wear the tops that match their skin which Kai finds very suggestive. Okay, you have all my attention.

Cruising around this unbearable place, he has familiarized with all the faces, and this one was new right away. She started running. You know how people usually jog, without a hurry, with the dumb light-hearted expressions on their faces, and the 90% of them always imagine they’re in some expensive automobile commercial. It helps them jof. This one ran. She did two tours around the field and stopped. Wrong, you’re supposed to walk or else your heart will burst. She stood, her hands on her thighs, her face up, and watched the sky. Kai had no idea why he was hiding from her, but he felt too comfortable now to manifest himself. She was listening to her music in her earphones and looking at the slowly drifting long clouds, and she looked like she was either pissed or very thirsty. Leaning a bit backwards, she just gave him the honors. The ribs were heaving, her stomach breathing for her. Her hand came up to her throat. Kai tried to picture her at the Mystic Grill, or on the main square; whether she looked similar to anybody he’s seen here; he looked at her hands and arms, the way she moved her jaw as if those pretty lilac clouds have done something to her and she was about to get even. She shook her head animalistically, getting rid of some thought. Girl, I know that. You’re trying to shake them all off through your ears, it doesn’t work. He felt for this pretty, collected lady who ran around the track like she was chasing somebody for a murder. Kai liked that kind of interaction the most; when he pretended they had connected. That they had a conversation. When nobody could argue with his illusion they had something in common.

He liked how she had her hair, a bit messy but feminine; the way she looked around dispassionately like she’s had enough of whatever shit she had going on. Like she seemed as if she was a separate entity. Her elbow pointed aside, with some kind of expectation.

Then she gave up. She put on a hoodie she’d thrown onto a first row seat and started walking up slowly. One, two three... four rows... Kai watched her curiously. He never doubted his magic. That’s right, not ever. You know.

But when she passed row nine he tilted his head. She came up to his row and started walking. Now, if she sits right on him, she will feel it. He will, too, and of course he won’t mind, but the girls usually freak out if they try to take a seat somewhere and there’s an invisible dude. Not that Kai had practiced it a lot. He just knew they didn’t like being stalked on. He didn’t really care. He doesn’t know her. If she’s a part of this town, screw her. She’s pretty up close, though, such a nice, frowning face, big eyes. She took the next seat to him and they almost rubbed shoulders. If she took off her earphones she would hear Kai breathe next to her. Instead, he was listening to slow ambient. It went well with the evening sky.

Together, they watched the huskie and the lady run around in the field behind the footbal field. Then she shivered a little in her hoodie. Kai wished he could read her mind when she started crying. When people don’t know they’re being watched, they cry in a very specific fashion. Kai was sure it wasn’t the huskie that upset her; it had something to do with her standing and watching the sky, rubbing her elbows with nervous fingers.

Or maybe she was unhappy with her running time, who gives a fuck.

You were watching this dude. The Grill did not appreciate him the way they should’ve. First of all, he was different breed. People come and go, but the type is always the same. This one was not the type. You had no idea who he was, but he was damn entertaining. Unapologetic singer. Stretching the notes like nobody was watching. Singing for the soul. He enjoyed himself the harder the more confused people looked, throwing awkward glances in his direction. His self esteem was on point as he expressed the ultimate artistic freedom through his bad singing, skipping the words masterfully and changing the melody on a whim. When the song was finally over, nobody clapped, and you felt that truly, he was the underrated artist, the local gem. Where Mystic Falls citizens cared for how others perceive them, he didn’t give a shit about it; while they side eyed their friends judging him silently, he was glowing with self-satisfaction. He was a bad singer, and a bad dancer; he chose an old song nobody knew, and did the finger guns at the DJ as he left the stage. A collective sigh of relief shuddered over the bar; you leaned over the counter, and the bartender nodded at you.

“Pass a cider to that guy. Tell him he saved my evening”.

Jerry was the name of the bartender. He was the new guy, because almost all bar people at the Grill were always human, which meant they died all the time. They all looked exactly the same though, and Jerry was no different from Evan, from seven years ago. Short dark hair, dimples, could star in American Pie. He smirked and nodded again.

The guy has just landed at the counter with a swing. He sighed happily as Jerry put the glass in front of him. You weren’t watching, because you didn’t feel like it; you made the sincere gesture of friendliness, no need to take it further. However, you should’ve known what would happen next. No good deed ever goes unpunished in this world.

You spotted him with the corner of your eye as he approached you, with the cider you ordered for him, and sat next to you.

“Well, that’s not too bad at all...” he started.

You turned to the guy - who looked rather like a boy who got stuck in his post-teenage phase - sharply.

“Please, don’t take it personal. It was not intended that way. It’s just a drink, so, drink it”.

For a second, he just watched you, as if challenging you for more talking. Then he shrugged.

“Somebody’s feeling antisociable today”.

And sipped a little from the glass.

“I usually take cocktails, the sweeter the better, just so you know”.

You sighed. A part of you knew you would regret it. But you still did it. Why? You looked in front of you, meeting your own miserable face in the reflection of the mirror wall behind the bar. The guy kept talking.

“I mean, it’s so nice to start acquiring the fan base, I guess, you can get a lot of things as a rock star. I’ve always wanted to be one”.

“You won’t be a rock star for your singing voice”, you noted.

Drinking alone at the Grill sometimes made you do weird stuff. But it was a tradition.

“Huh? You didn’t like it?”

“I enjoyed how much it confused everybody else”.

The guy expressed an ‘oof’ emotion.

“I’m sensing some xenophobia here. You hate this place, too?”

You didn’t answer. The guy sighed mockingly, as if he was pretending. He sounded like a hyperactive child, and in spite of your very self, you found him relatable.

“I say to myself every day”, he went on, in a slightly more serious voice, “Kai, today you’re leaving Mystic Falls. I’m not in the place where I can tolerate this boredom any more, you know? But this thing... keeps me here. I can’t wait to...”

You blinked and looked at him.

“Kai? Your name is Kai?”

“Uh, yeah”.

He clincked his glass on yours.

“Cheers”.

“What’s it short for?”

He didn’t look too proud saying,

“Malachai”.

You dropped your jaw.

“That is the coolest name I’ve ever heard. Malachai? Seriously?”

He lit up a little bit, straightening his back with praise.

“Yeah”.

“Dude, this is badass. Show me your ID!”

His dark eyes were laughing. You finally took a proper look of him. There was something foreign about him although he spoke very clear American English. It was a different kind of foreign: alien. Given it’s Mystic Falls, stagnating in its own revolving old routine, alien was good even if it was dangerous.

“You wanna see my ID?” he chuckled. He looked down on you with an adoring glint in his eye as though he was admiring something he saw. His reactions were inexplicable.

“Yeah, I wanna see how it’s spelt. Come on, Malachai, it’s so boring here. Show me”.

He sniffed through his nose.

“Okay”.

He had to stand up a little bit to take his ID from the back pocket of his jeans. You looked at it, visualizing his unusual name. Malachai Parker sounded fucking elite. He’s come a long way from Oregon, too. You wondered what he was doing here and was about to ask, but your glance got hooked on the year of birth.

“1972? You were born in...”

Frustration filled you slowly like lake water. Of course, the only interesting, good-looking character who’s fun enough, will be one of the messy freaks, here. You passed the card back to him.

“Are you one of them?”

Malachai didn’t look confused or insecure which further advanced your disappointment.

“What do you mean?” he asked with a grin, playing with you.

“I’m not having this tonight”.

You downed your glass, feeling earthly tired. Like the earth. The Earth, that’s billion of years old, like that.

You stood up to walk away.

“I’m not one of the vampires”, Kai chanted, turning on his seat.

You shrugged.

“Even worse”.

He watched you as you went, his eyes not leaving your back until you were out of the door. Then he realized he still didn’t have your name.

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imperialstark · 3 years

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choke on me—chapter four

breathe me in (prequel fic)

chapter three

chapter five

a/n: this is a pretty chill chapter, and chapter five is going to be the exact opposite so have fun with this one while you can ;) also for my bilingual readers, if i have any, please excuse my shitty Italian in this chapter, i'm literally just working off of google translate

rating: pretty gen...this time

warning(s): n/a

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Carmen couldn't have picked a better day for a carnival; It's not too hot out for it to be August nonetheless. A slight breeze ruffles Tony's ungelled hair, sending his bangs into his eyes. He smooths the hair back with a huff. So much for keeping it casual today. His brief irritation dissipates when he looks, truly looks, at his surroundings.

The scent of cotton candy and funnel cake and something smoky, no doubt barbecue, carries on the wind. There are two long lines of booths, rides, and rest places alike stretching for a good yard. The other volunteers are zooming about, dressed in bright red tees like the Avengers, finishing up last-minute preparations.

"She doesn't half-ass anything, huh?" Clint says. He sounds impressed and…a little excited. Tony can't lie...he's excited too.

"I'll say," Steve says, and there's no hiding the awe in his voice. "I can't believe some of these rides even exist."

Out the corner of his eye, Tony sees Thor lean down to whisper something in Bruce's ear, blue eyes dancing. Whatever he said makes Bruce laugh, a real one, not the sharp little chuckle that's usually full of self-loathing or sarcasm or both.

They're off to a good start. Even Natasha looks pleased, or as pleased as she can be, with her arms crossed in front of her. She's taking in their surroundings too, but Tony knows that a part of her isn't doing it for fun. She's looking for enemies, escape routes, any possible threats to her and the others.

"You can take an agent out of the field," he thinks. He hopes that maybe she'll loosen up by the end of the day, preferably without anyone getting hurt.

"Where's Solomita?" she asks. "I want to know what we’re doing.”

"I know where she is," Tony says and leads the way, picking out Carmen's chirpy voice, throwing out orders and praise with a megaphone, Jesus Christ.

"Make sure you're at your booths in ten minutes! The kids are going to be arriving soon!"

She's crossing things off on her clipboard when Tony and the Avengers following behind him pull up in front of her.

She hasn't changed a bit since Tony's last seen her. She's still tan, still short, shorter than Tony. Her dark wavy hair is pulled back into what she used to call her "business braid" for when she had "shit that needs to be done."

Tony clears his throat, and Carmen looks up, her big brown eyes going wide before a grin breaks across her face and—

Carmen pounces on him, full-on throwing her arms around Tony's neck. Tony catches her no problem and—Carmen's mood is so infectious—gives her a little twirl before setting her down.

"Jesus Christ," Clint says under his breath. "She almost took him out."

"Did not," Carmen says, and Clint has the good sense to look bashful. "This is normal for us. Especially when someone hasn't reached out in two. Years," she says, slapping Tony on the arm twice for emphasis.

"Ouch," he says, rubbing his arm. "I've been busy."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save the world a few times, and suddenly you have no time for your friends," she says, grinning, so Tony knows she's joking. She turns to the Avengers, who've all been standing there awkwardly like they're the new kids in school.

"All jokes aside, I'm thankful for you guys, all of you," she says. "Who knows where we'd be without the Avengers." She sticks out her hand for them to shake and for a split second, nobody moves. Maybe it was the genuine gratitude in Carmen's voice, or the others were still trying to process Carmen's everything, but the smile on her face starts to waver at their hesitation.

Steve is the first to act, taking Carmen's hand in his own. "Thank you, ma'am," he says. "I know I speak for everyone when I say that we're glad the team exists, and we'll help out any way we can."

"Thank you," Tony mouths to him, and Steve gives him a slight nod, letting go of Carmen's hand.

Thor steps up next and, in true princely fashion, bows, bringing Carmen's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her palm. "A pleasure to be here, my lady," Thor says.

Carmen's face is red when Thor straightens back up, releasing her hand. After that, it's like the others shift into gear. Clint apologizes for his comment. Bruce offers her a kind hello until it's just Natasha who steps up until she's right in front of Carmen. Even though they're the same height, Carmen stiffens up, looking at Natasha like she's about to get chastised.

Natasha simply...sticks out her hand. "It’s nice to meet you,” she begins.

Carmen takes Natasha’s hand slowly like she’s expecting some trick.

“I’m actually a fan,” Natasha says. “I saw your work this February while undercover. Very nice.”

"Thank you," Carmen says. If she blushes anymore, Tony’s going to start worrying about her health. "I was actually inspired by your suit. The leather and the bodycon silhouette paired well with Fall and Winter."

"Oh, really?" Natasha says, raising her brows. Natasha looks her up and down, and Carmen, much to her credit, holds her gaze. "I have ideas for your spring collection if you'd like to hear them."

And just like that, the Avengers have won Carmen over forever. And Tony didn't even have to make any threats. Maybe today won't be a disaster after all.

"Yes, please," Carmen says, her voice coming out high and reedy. "I mean since you're offering—"

“Carmen,” Tony interrupts before she starts melting under the full force of Natasha’s undivided attention, “what’s the game plan for today?”

"Game plan. Right. We're here to work." Carmen clears her throat, a flush still staining her cheeks, and flips through some of the pages on her clipboard. "Okay, Tony, you're easy. You're running the basketball booth."

Basketball. He can do basketball.

"Mr. Rogers," Carmen says. Natasha starts humming "Won't You Be My Neighbor" until Steve shoots her an exasperated look.

"Sorry," Natasha says, not sounding sorry at all.

"Please, call me Steve," Steve says. "She already has that song set as my ringtone."

"Steve," Carmen says. "I know you're an artist. Think you could do caricatures slash portraits?"

Steve nods. "Easy enough."

The rest of the assignments go quickly. Natasha gets the sharpshooting booth, Clint's over Ring Toss, and Thor and Bruce will oversee the sack race. Now that introductions and assignments are over, there's a thrum of excitement to the air. Or anxiety. Tony's not sure yet.

"Nervous?" Carmen says to him. She's tucked her pen behind her ear.

"Maybe," he says. "Maybe not. It could just be indigestion."

"Gross," she laughs, wrinkling her nose. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I meant what I said, you know. I'm glad you guys showed up. You know how much A Helping Hand means to me."

Of course, he does. Carmen's like him...in more ways than one. She had been orphaned at nineteen when her parents' plane had gone down over the Atlantic.

And at twenty-one, she had also found herself the sole heir to a family fortune and no family to share it with. She got the idea for A Helping Hand after Tony's own parents had died.

Tony repeats what she had told him all those years ago. "Us orphans gotta stick together."

"Damn right," she says. "Siamo famiglia."

"Siamo famiglia," Tony echoes.

"Congrats on your new additions, by the way," Carmen says.

Tony's brows furrow. "What new additions?" he asks.

Carmen tilts her head at him like she used to whenever she thought he had said something stupid. "You're telling me that those five supermodels you call teammates just came here for shits and giggles?"

"They needed a day off," Tony explains. "I offered. Nothing else to it."

"They came because you asked them, dumbass. They're your friends."

Tony's not going to argue with her, mostly since the others have stopped talking amongst themselves and are looking right at them.

"Anyway," he says pointedly, "can you point me in the direction of my booth?"

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For the next three hours, Tony shoves Carmen's words from his mind and throws himself into teaching anyone who steps up to the basketball booth about physics. It wasn't cheating per se; Tony simply calculated the angle the kids would have to throw the ball along with the perfect amount of force. The looks of shock followed by unabashed glee after they made a basket more than made up for any guilt he was feeling.

His break comes faster than he wants it to, but he has to take one eventually and decides the best way to do that is to take a walk. His fellow volunteer, a young man named Jake, says he'll be able to hold down the fort while Tony's gone. Maybe Tony will check on the others, see how they're faring.

“It’s a great day to fly,” he thinks. The sky is a soft pale blue that soothes his heart. Cirrus clouds, like pulled apart cotton candy, lazily make their way across the horizon. Maybe after the carnival is over, he’ll take the suit out for a ride and cruise through the skies.

He wanders without direction, letting his feet carry him wherever they fancy. Seldom does Tony get quiet moments to himself like this. There was always a fire to put out, a project to work on, kittens to rescue from trees, that sort of thing. Not that he ever doubted her, but maybe Pepper was right. Maybe he did work too hard.

The sound of children squealing pulls him from his thoughts and brings a smile to his face. Carmen had spared no expense, not that he expected any less, as he takes in the Tilt-a-Whirl lifting its arms higher and higher. The riders throw their arms up in the air, their laughter carrying on the wind. For today, they would get to fly too.

Tony continues on, the shouts and whoops and laughs fading into the background; he's made it to a quieter part of the carnival where they tucked off all of the arts and crafts booths.

There's the finger painting table where plenty of toddlers and adults alike are flinging paint onto sheets of canvas. One kid rises from the face painting table with Cap's shield emblazoned upon his cheek and a booth over...there's Steve, drawing caricatures for the kids. There's a curve to his lips. Steve's biting back a smile at the little boy trying (and failing) to sit still in his chair as he draws him. Tony's heart jumps at the sight. He's tempted to slide into the line for Steve's booth himself, but something holds him back. It could be the look of contentment on Steve's face or the kid's near infectious excitement—Tony feels like he's intruding on something private. Someone else's life. Someone else's dream.

His heart pangs in his chest as the little boy jumps as soon as his drawing is finished and throws himself into Steve's arms. Steve startles but recovers quickly, giving the kid a polite hug back.

For some reason, Tony thinks of the kid he met not even a year ago when everyone thought he was dead: Harley. Tony didn't hug Harley. He didn't have it in him to hug Harley. The kid deserved it, though, for dealing with Tony's shit. Tony liked kids well enough, but having one of his own? He would never admit it out loud, but it scared him. And Steve...Steve deserved more than a coward.

There's less energy in his steps as he turns around and walks right back to the basketball booth.

He knows he still has time left on his break, but for some reason, he can't bring himself to care.

He finishes his shift with little fanfare, the carnival-goers opting for the rides and fair food after loading up on prizes for the day.

His head's all foggy like he just got up from a nap. He's so out of it, he doesn't even realize that the others are walking up to his booth. Tony blinks slowly, trying to ignore the pressure building in his forehead, a sure sign of a headache.

"Hey," Steve says when they make it to his booth. "You about ready?"

Tony winces, prompting the others to look him up and down.

"You okay? What's bothering you?" Clint asks.

"Just got a headache," Tony says, stepping out from his booth, giving Jake a wave. Jake waves back, trying his best not to look starstruck at the sight of the other Avengers.

"Did you eat at all?" Natasha asks, and as soon as she says something, his stomach growls.

"Guess not," Bruce says.

"You must eat," Thor says gently. "A warrior such as yourself must maintain your strength."

He knows they're right, but being confronted by all of them at once has his hackles rising. Carmen's words are getting all tangled up with Pepper's, and he can't. Stop. Thinking.

"I will," he says, aware that they're watching him more closely now. He hopes that he doesn't look as unsound as he feels. "But why leave just yet? Don't you guys want to check out some of the booths or rides before we leave?"

Steve starts to object, but Natasha is one second faster. "I did want to beat Clint at Shoot 'em Up," she says with a smirk.

Steve looks ready to protest, but Clint cuts him off. "Oh, you're on," he says. "Loser has to do the other's paperwork for two weeks."

"Prepare to drown in files, Barton," Natasha says, catching Tony's eye.

Tony nods at her. A Thank you.

She flips her hair over her shoulder. You're welcome. He doesn't know when they learned to read each other so well.

Clint and Natasha make their way to the sharpshooting booth, Thor and Bruce walking along behind them.

"You sure you're okay?" Steve asks, scanning Tony from head to toe. Steve can see through him so easily, his skin might as well be made of glass.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Tony says. "Come on. Let's catch up before they kill each other."

*********

Natasha and Clint tie in Shoot 'em Up. Since Tony is on a team that consists entirely of children, they extend their competition to every booth in the carnival. Steve warms up as the day goes on, even joining in on their little competition along with Thor. Tony and Bruce are just content to watch.

Thor ropes Steve into the strongman game, which attracts a crowd, but who would turn down the sight of two handsome, well-built men lifting heavy things and showing off their muscles? Tony certainly couldn't, and given the way Bruce eyes the bulge of Thor's biceps, neither could he.

Steve rings the bell easily and wins, of all things, a Captain Ameribear for his trouble.

"Aw," Tony says. "It has wings on its helmet too."

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that it came with a shield pillow?" Clint asks.

Steve blushes, but it's all in good fun. Thor, of course, breaks the game, the bell flying clean off the top of the tower. The game runner in awe (and a little bit of fear) gives Thor a prize regardless. Tony promises to compensate the man as soon as possible. Despite all of that, his headache has receded slightly. He needs to eat now, and that barbecue is starting to smell better and better.

Tony's so caught up in drooling over a rack of ribs or some trashed wings he barely notices the others walking off to the next booth, Steve lingering behind to wait on him.

"Sorry," Tony says. "Guess I'm out of it. You...you don't have to wait on me, you know."

Steve shrugs. "No one's forcing me. Spending time with you isn't a chore. This actually works out."

Tony smiles despite himself. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing," Steve says. "I just wanted you to have this." Steve hands the bear over to Tony, and Tony...Tony melts because Steve is so fucking cute and sweet, and how did the hell did he end up in Tony's life?

Tony takes the bear, and maybe it's the lack of food in his system, but the urge to cry at Steve's kindness strikes him. The bear is cute with Steve's signature red, white, and blue suit and the shield to go along with it. "Thank you," Tony says. "You sure you want me to hold onto this?"

Steve looks at him from underneath his lashes. "Tony," he begins, "it's a gift. I want you to have it."

"Okay," Tony whispers, feeling like the air is closing in on him. It's hard to breathe when Steve looks at him like that, like Tony means something to him.

"Besides," Steve says, leaning in close to him. "I'm gonna clean the booths out. I'm trying to beat the super spies. Can you keep him safe for me?"

Steve's breath, cool and minty, washes over his face. Tony has to blink a few times, processing what just happened before he can even think about speaking.

"Are you guys coming, or are you just going to gaze into each other's eyes?" Clint shouts from the next booth over.

Tony jumps and hurries to rejoin the others, Steve right behind him, staring into his back.

True to his word, Steve cleans out every booth they touch, until he's practically drowning in stuffed animals. They attract a crowd as they make their way to the food court. Tony's feet are aching, and his stomach is outright roaring for sustenance. He and Thor get the biggest plate of ribs they've got to offer. The meat's so tender it's falling off the bone and smoked to perfection. The sauce they used is homemade, all tang and smoky sweetness. He eats until his stomach is about ready to burst.

Thor's singing the cooks' praises and their delicious Midgardian cuisine and rises to go get seconds, Bruce trailing after him.

Clint runs off to the bathroom, and something catches Steve's eye. Tony follows his gaze to the herd of children trying (and failing) to watch them eat without freaking out. Steve rises from the table, taking his prizes with him, leaving just Tony and Natasha behind.

"Sometimes, I can't believe he's real," Natasha says, breaking the silence. There's no need to wonder who's the "he" she's talking about. Tony thinks it himself sometimes.

It's hard not to when kids start lining up single file for their turn to receive a stuffed animal from Steve.

"Me neither," Tony says. "Howard...he'd tell me all these stories of Steve and the 'good old days'...Steve single-handedly storming a HYDRA facility. Throwing himself on a grenade to give others the chance to live. I always thought he was embellishing a little. Making war stories more digestible for a kid, you know? But seeing him, knowing him? You can't help but wonder how someone can be so good."

"He's not like you," Natasha says. He doesn't even have it in himself to be offended. She's right. Steve isn't like Tony and will never be like Tony. A little rough around the edges. "He's not like me, either," she admits, catching Tony by surprise.

"He's the best of us," Tony says. He glances at her. Natasha sits forward, resting her head upon her palm. Her face is smooth, her cheeks still tinged pink from their rowdy tramping through the fairgrounds. She looks...raw. That's the only word to describe her. Raw and real and human. Not the robot switching personalities and names and appearances like most people change clothes.

"You make him that way," she says, shocking him again. His stomach drops, and whatever peace between them quickly disintegrates. What does she mean by that? What could she possibly know about him and Steve and all the complexities of their relationship?

“I don’t know what you mean,” Tony says, his voice coming out thin.

Something in Natasha’s face softens, and she tilts her head at Tony. “I’m not going to pretend I know all of the details, but…you’re good for him. And I think he’s good for you. You’re both...softer. You look happy.”

It’s like someone’s dumped cold water down Tony’s back; he’s so in shock he can barely register what Natasha is saying. He swallows. Natasha knows. Of course, she knows, and if it weren’t her job to gather intel and pick up on context clues, he’d be a lot more worried that the others knew. But she wasn’t blackmailing him or threatening him to stay away from Steve? She...approved of them? He remembers that debriefing after they had defeated Loki, what felt like a lifetime ago, and her casual dismissal of Tony and his relationship with Steve. He wants to bring it up, to confront her, but what’s there to confront?

He brings it up anyway. “Still think he wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole?”

Natasha tilts her head at him again, and he hates how sweaty his palms have gotten, and the hummingbird beating of his heart, like his relationship with Steve hinges on her opinion.

“No,” she says slowly as if to weigh her words. “He wants you too much. I don’t think he could give you up even if he wanted to.”

As if summoned, Steve comes bounding back to their table looking boyish and vibrant in the evening sun before Tony can process her words.

"What I miss?" he says with a breathless grin, holding onto one last stuffed animal.

"Nothing much," Tony says before Natasha can say anything incriminating. His eyes dart down to the last stuffed animal in Steve's arms. It's an Iron Man bear, of course, all done up in the telltale red and gold of Tony's suit. "What's the deal, no one wanted him?" he says, nodding to the bear.

Steve looks down at the Iron Bear, and what he says next might actually make Tony melt into a puddle. "Nah. Couldn't bear to give him up."

Tony ignores Natasha's pointed look and hopes that his face isn't as red as he thinks it is.

“Clint, you’re riding with me on the Ferris wheel,” Natasha declares when everyone makes it back to their table, and Steve has successfully made Tony as red as his suit.

“A Ferris wheel?” Thor asks, arching his brow.

“It’s a carnival classic,” Clint says. “It’s a giant wheel that lifts you into the air. Perfect way to end the day.”

“It’s older than Cap,” Natasha throws in helpfully, smirking at Steve when he shoots her an exasperated look.

“Your Midgardian traditions are so strange,” Thor says. “Interesting, but strange.”

“I’m not hearing a no,” Clint says.

“Hm.” Thor turns to look at Bruce, who looked surprisingly (and thankfully) content with himself. “Would you like to ride with me, Doctor Banner?”

Bruce reddens, and Tony doesn't feel so alone because it looks like Bruce has his own beefy blond problem he needs to deal with. "Sure, since you asked," Bruce responds, leaving just...Steve.

Steve shares a look with Natasha, and Tony gets the sneaking suspicion that they planned this. Who knew that the fall of SHIELD would lead to one of the most dangerous alliances Tony had ever seen?

"Tony," Steve begins, sounding like he's about to propose, he's so serious. "Want to ride with me?"

His heartbeat quickens, and he's not sure why. It's not like it's a public declaration of love to ride with someone on a Ferris wheel.

It'd look weird if he takes too long to answer, so Tony says, "Yeah. Sounds like a plan."

They toss their trash and pick up their respective prizes they won throughout the day, Natasha with her light-up sword, Clint with his stuffed dog. Thor's lion hat from the strongman game sits proudly atop his head. Tony wants to make a joke about Hercules, but he also doesn't want to deal with the guaranteed headache he'll get when Thor replies with some mind-bending statement like he and Hercules are gym bros or other. Tony and Steve walk side by side, far behind the rest of their little group, bears in one hand, their free hands brushing with each step.

Part of him knows that if he just reached over...if he took that extra step for Steve's hand...Steve would let him. It'd be so easy…

The line to the Ferris wheel isn't too long, and by the time Tony works up the courage to take Steve's hand, the volunteers are strapping them in.

One of the volunteers lowers the bar over their heads, making sure that they're secure, and that's it. Tony's trapped. He's stuck on this Ferris wheel for the next ten minutes, and Steve is so goddamn close he can feel how hot his skin is from being out in the sun and—

"I'm not gonna bite, you know," Steve mutters when they start to ascend. He won't meet Tony's eyes. "I...I know you're afraid of me."

Tony swallows, his stomach twisting into knots at the thought of Steve thinking he feared him.

"I'm not...Steve, I'm not afraid of you," Tony says. Steve's still looking down. He doesn't know where he gets the courage, but he cups Steve's face and makes him look at him. "You hear me? I'm not afraid of you."

Steve's eyes have always been a weakness of Tony's, and right now, when they're so big and blue and so fucking sad, it doesn't do him any favors. They're almost at the top of the wheel. A stray breeze rustles a lock of Steve's hair, and Tony feels like he's on a cliff's edge.

"Then why—" Steve begins, only to be cut off by Tony's lips. Tony closes his eyes and answers Steve the only way he knows how.

It's cliche, but Tony swears he can see fireworks going off behind his eyelids. Steve's lips are warm and soft and pliant against his. Tony deepens the kiss and slides one of his hands into Steve's hair, the other remaining on his face. He can taste the remnants of cotton candy on Steve's mouth.

They break apart because, unfortunately, air is necessary to live. Tony has half a mind to invent a way for humans to survive without air if it meant he could spend the rest of his life kissing Steve.

This high up, with the sun setting behind them, Tony wishes he had at least brought a jacket.

Steve lifts his arm, "Here," he says. "Lean into me." Tony does just that and tucks his body into Steve's side, his arm is a reassuring weight around him.

The others are too far back to see Tony and Steve. It's easy up here, easy to forget that Steve's Captain America and Tony's a barely functioning former alcoholic with a slew of mental issues.

He looks at Steve out the corner of his eye, takes in his features shamelessly and selfishly, the allure of being above everyone reeling him in. He loves Steve's face, the cut of his jaw, and his long, pretty lashes and those eyes. It's painful looking at him. Sometimes it feels like his heart's gonna swell up and pop right out of his chest when he looks at Steve.

In that moment, he's glad they went to the carnival if only to forget the world for a little while.

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ella-se-vuelve-loca · 4 years

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Blind Date | Richard Camacho

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Maybe I should start off with a greeting like “Nice to meet you, I’m Richard”? No, that’s too formal. It’s a blind date, not a business meeting. Be natural, it’s not like you haven’t dated anyone before it’s just… been a while. I heard the little ring of a bell as I walked into the coffee shop and ordered myself a drink.

“Hi, can I get a black coffee please?” I asked the lady as she immediately started working on my drink. I looked down at the flower in my hand and softly smiled. Maybe this will go good. After a few moments, she handed me my drink and I took out my wallet and handed her the money.

“Thanks.” I grabbed the coffee and took a small sip. “Who’s the flower for?” She asked as she started counting the money in front of me. “Oh, the rose? Uh haha I’m here for a blind date. It’s so I can find her. She said they’re her favorite kind of flower. I wanted to make a good first impression, you know?”

“Oh, really? That’s so sweet.” She smiled and leaned a bit against the counter as I nodded. “Have you, by any chance, seen a woman with a box of chocolates? They’re.. my favorites..” She nodded and pointed off into the back corner. “A woman walked in with a small box of chocolates a few minutes ago.”

I strengthened my back and cleared my throat. “Thank you. Wish me luck. Let’s hope she’s the one, right?” She handed me the extra change and I shook my head. “Keep the change.” We smiled at each other as I made my way over to the mystery woman. I really hope this date goes well. I haven’t gone on one of them since.. wait.. no way..

I walked up to the table and there she was. This can’t actually be her, can it?

“Oh, wow..” I spoke as I stood next to her table. She looked up at me and smiled. “Oh my..” She stood up and granted me with a hug, placing my drink on her table. “What are you doing here? How long has it been?” I asked her. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” She laughed as she pulled away and looked at me.

“Oh, yeah I’m supposed to be on a blind date. Christopher set it up for me. He said I need to put myself out there again or something like that in his rallying speech before I left.”

“Really? What a coincidence. I’m actually uh on a blind date too. Daniella actually did this for me.” She spoke. “Today? Huh, how weird is that?” We stood silent for a moment before I looked down at the gift in her hands. “Ohh.. you have.. chocolates..” I stated as I looked at the box.

They were my favorite kind.

“It’s not – its not you, is it?” I asked, not sure how I should react. She looked at the flower in my hands and then back to her box of sweets before she slowly glanced up at me. “You’re my blind date?” She stayed silent and nodded. “Wait, did you know?”

“No, I didn’t. Did you?” She asked as I shook my head. “No.” I thought about it for a moment and came to the conclusion that Chris and Dani had set the both of us up. “Aahh they’re.. um meddling, again. Best friends, right?” She awkwardly laughed and swayed from side to side. Well, this is not how I thought this night would go.

“Right, well.. I – I’ll go..” She brought her hand down to my cup of coffee and handed it to me. “Oh, yeah my coffee.. right.” I took the cup from her hands and felt her skin against mine for a split moment. God, I…

“Do you maybe want to um.. sit with me?” She asked. “Only if you’re okay with that.” I responded as she nodded. “Yeah, I mean.. it’s just us, right? We know each other..” I looked between her and the table, not really sure if I should take this. What’s the harm, right? It’s just us catching up a bit.

“I’ll finish this and then I’ll go. I don’t want you to feel awkward.” We sat back down at the table as I picked up my drink, taking a small sip of the hot beverage. “I guess the rose is you then.” I handed her the flower as she took it from my fingers. “Oh, thank you.. uh the chocolates are yours.” She slid them across the table and I took them. So much for making a good first impression.

“It’s uh.. crazy.. we were almost married and I don’t even know what to talk to you about anymore..” I stated. “I know.” She softly smiled at me. “So… how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, actually. School’s been difficult, but I’m working through it and passing all of my classes.” She smiled. “I’m glad, I really really am. You deserve it.”

“How about you? How have you been?”

“Me? Oh yeah I’ve just been in and out of rehearsals and interviews and.. I don’t know. The house is.. too quiet to face some days. It’s not the same when you don’t have anyone to come home to.” It stayed quiet as I took another small sip of my drink. She looks so beautiful.. looking at the rose in her hands. I wish we were a couple again.

“I uh took your advice about the apartment though. I put it up for sale..” She looked back up at me. “Really?” I nodded.“Yeah, just need a change. Besides, my neighbors are getting worse.. well, their teen is. The parents went on a cruise the other night and their kid had a party. He played the same song over and over again and I rolled over to – to nudge you to go tell him to turn the music down because you always did the confronting and I think the teenager liked you more than he ever liked me, but.. you weren’t there.” I couldn’t help the sad smile that came onto my face. “I forget sometimes.” I chuckled.

“I know the feeling.” She said. I have to remember that she’s not mine anymore. “So, what bring you back here? The last time I saw you, I left you at the airport with your suitcase and you promised you wouldn’t come back until you completed your traveling bucket list.”

“Oh, well I’ve actually gone to almost every country on my list.” She spoke, smiling. “Oh wow.” She took out her phone and started showing me some of the places where she’s been.

“Did you go to our spot again in Paris? I like to imagine you stood on the Pondesar with some bolt cutters as you frantically search for our padlock. I know the city took the locks down a few years ago because of the stability of the bridge, but the idea made me laugh.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Of course you would think that.”

“Where else did you go? Did you make it to London and have tea with the Queen?” I joked as she let out a laugh. “No, I didn’t. She was.. unavailable.”

“Yeah she must’ve heard you were coming to the palace, closed the curtains and hurried out the back door to one of her other estates.” She reached over and playfully punched me. “Shut up.” She laughed. I’ve missed this.

“Do you remember what we did to your spoiled cousin when she showed up at your house? The one with the bratty kids?” She thought for a moment and then smiled. “Oh my God, yes! I remember.”

“You army crawled out of the living room so she wouldn’t see you move through the blinds. I swear, it was like Mission Impossible! And she called your mother to complain we deliberately gone out to avoid her.”

“I just didn’t feel like dealing with her shit that day.” She smiled as I continued to think about all of the times we’ve had. “We had some fun together, didn’t we?” She nodded. “We sure did.” Another memory popped into my head. One that I know she’ll definitely remember and get embarrassed about.

“I think the best one was the famous trip to Disney when I bent down to tie my shoelaces outside the Cinderella castle. You thought I was proposing..” Her face immediately turned red as she covered up her face. “Oh no, don’t bring that image back into my mind.” She laughed.

“All those strangers gathering around waiting for me to pull out the ring and you were just oblivious to it all watching the fireworks. I’m sure only dogs could hear that squeal when you noticed. You started shouting “Yes!” and I just looked up clueless.” I clapped my hands as I was laughing.

“It was perfect too! You can’t just do that, in fucking Disney World, and tease somebody like that.” She chuckled. “I don’t think you or your mom ever forgave me for that.” I smiled.

“Watching your face fall and you realized there wasn’t a proposal almost made me want to say it was, that I’d forgotten the ring. I mean, I didn’t forget it. The ring was in the bottom of my sock drawer back at home. I wanted to wait until New Year’s Eve, but I realized Disney would have been perfect. You were so happy in that moment..”

Now all that’s left of us is memories of our past together. Oh, how I wish I could go back in time and stop us from breaking up.

“Well, I’d ask if you were seeing somebody, but I guess I know the answer to that.” She nodded and looked around the café we were at. “If I’m honest, this is the first time I’ve attempted dating since we broke up.” She looked back at me after my little confession. I have to say this. If not now, then when?

“The truth is.. I miss you. I know I shouldn’t say it, but I’ve missed you a lot. Seeing the postcards that you sent our friends.. it made me realize I wanted to be there with you.” I paused for a second, afraid of what she’ll say. “I know you wanted to go out into the world and find out who you are, which makes sense. We’ve been together for so long and we needed to see other people and grow up, I get that but it doesn’t mean..”

Here we go. I took a deep breathe and sighed, looking back into her eyes. “It doesn’t mean I stopped being in love with you.” I said it and there’s no taking it back now. I just needed her to know, at least once. “I’m just.. glad I got to see you again. You look so much happier now. I know you didn’t come here for some declaration of love, you came for a fresh start. A blind date, the start of something brand new.”

She smiled and looked down at the rose in front of her, my coffee completely forgotten. “Well, it wasn’t so bad.” I wish I could call her mine again. I was being honest when I said all of those things. I just… miss her. So. Much.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” My heart ached at the thought of this blind date of ours ending. She shook her head. “No I don’t um mind getting another drink.”

“If you want to. You want to reminisce some more?” I smiled and thought of how to make this more interesting. “How about we.. how about we head off to the beach? We can go and see if the little ice cream shack is still there. I haven’t been in a while. It was always your special place.” She thought about it for a moment before responding.

“Is this still a date?”

“Well, I guess that’s your call to make. I – .. I’d love for this to be our second chance at a first date. How about.. we start over? Forget everything that happened before.” She bit her lip and raised her eyebrow. Her lips look so kissable…

“Mhmm..”

“I’m serious! I think this could be the best idea I’ve ever had.” I cleared my throat and held out my hand. “Hello, I’m Richard and I think I could spend the rest f my life looking into your eyes.” She burst out laughing at my comment. “Was that too much?” I smiled as she nodded. “I think you went a little overboard.”

“Okay! Okay! Hello, I’m Richard and can I just say you look beautiful today?” She covered her face, trying to cover up her giggles. “Oh my God, no.”

“Fine! I’ll stop..” I stood up and held my hand out for her to take. She placed her hands in mine as I helped her stand up. Stands of her hair covered her face as she smiled at me. Maybe this is our second chance at love.

“Come on... Ice cream is on me.”

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lilyvandersteen · 5 years

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The Christmas Guest

I know it’s unseasonal, but here’s a Christmas story for you as a birthday gift, @hkvoyage. (Well, the first chapter... The rest will come later.)

“What do you mean you’re on a cruise?!”

Kurt, who’d just taken the first sip of his mocha and was savoring the taste, turned around to see who was disturbing his moment with their yelling.

He was surprised to see that it was the perfect gentleman who’d sat next to him on the plane and who’d never so much as winced when Kurt kept sneezing and coughing, going so far as to offer him a handkerchief when Kurt ran out of tissues. Even when Kurt had knocked over his tea, the man hadn’t complained. Most of it had landed on Kurt’s lap, of course, but some of it had spilled on his neighbor, and it had been hot, yet Mr. Perfect had seemed unperturbed, smiling at Kurt when he bumbled through an apology.

Now, though, Mr. Perfect seemed a lot less put together. His eyes were wild, and he was raking his hand through his hair.

“You’re telling me that I bought a plane ticket to Ohio to spend time with my parents only to find that they’ve gone on a cruise? At Christmas?”

Mr. Perfect paced to and fro while listening to the other end of the conversation.

“Oh, it’s not about the money, Mom, seriously. It’s about me being fool enough to believe you’d want me around for the holidays. Isn’t Christmas supposed to be family time?”

A few moments’ silence followed.

“So… What? Now that I’ve graduated high school, all of a sudden, I’m not supposed to need my parents anymore? I’m eighteen, Mom, not a thirty-something who has it all figured out! Sue me for looking forward to eating your lasagna and your meatloaf again after months of fix-it-myself meals.”

Mr. Perfect huffed at his mother’s answer to that.

“Ugh, as usual, you’re completely missing the point. Yes, I could eat out, and I do when I have the time and the money for it, but there’s nothing that beats home cooking. Anyway, I should stop making a scene here at the airport and look into flights going back to New York. Enjoy your cruise, and Merry Christmas, I guess.”

Muttering something under his breath, Mr. Perfect pocketed his phone and strode past Kurt towards the help desk.

“Um, hey…”

Kurt put his hand on the man’s arm for a split second. He stopped and turned towards Kurt, scowling, “Not now, please, I…”

Recognition dawned on his face. “You’re my plane buddy! Hey!”

“Yes. Kurt Hummel. Pleased to officially meet you. I’d offer to shake your hand, but I wouldn’t want you to catch my cold.”

Mr. Perfect smiled. “My name is Blaine. Blaine Anderson.”

“So, Blaine… I’m sorry, but I overheard you talking to your mom.”

“I was loud. I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey now, you had every reason to be angry. You came home and your family’s not here.”

Blaine sighed. “Yeah. Apparently, now that I’m no longer a burden around their necks, they’re honeymooning all over the place.”

“I heard. So I was wondering… If you’d like a family Christmas, as you said… You could come home with me? My father’s coming to pick me up, and I know he’d welcome any friend of mine with open arms.”

Blaine’s eyebrows rose to his hairline.

“I mean, I know we don’t really know each other, but you were so nice to me on the plane, so I thought, maybe…”

Kurt let his voice trail off and huffed. “You know what, forget it, it was a crazy idea. Sometimes I speak before I think.”

“No, no, it’s… I think it’s very sweet, but… I couldn’t possibly impose…”

A booming voice interrupted whatever else Blaine was going to say. “Kurt!! There you are!”

Kurt felt strong arms envelop him, and the comforting smell of Old Spice and motor oil surround him. He smiled and hugged his dad back just as hard. Oh, how he had missed this!

Burt released Kurt and grabbed the handle of one of his suitcases. “Packed light again, did you?”

“Daaaad…”

“So who’s that with you? The boyfriend?”

Kurt could blurt out no more than a “Huh, wha…” before his father was shaking Blaine’s hand and introducing himself. Blaine looked like a cute goldfish with his mouth opening and closing without any sounds coming out.

“He’s kind of quiet, Kurt. Do you do all the talking for him, is that it? Let the guy get a word in edgeways once in a while, eh?”

Kurt sighed. “Dad, you’ve got it all wrong. Blaine is…”

“Oh, he’s just shy, is he? Meeting the parents is kind of a big thing, that’s true. Well, I’ll give him a few days to get over it. Now, come along. I think I parked somewhere I shouldn’t, and I don’t want my car towed away, so we’d better hurry up. This way!”

Burt hurried off.

“He’s got my luggage!” Blaine said, his eyes wide and frantic. “What do I do?”

Kurt laughed. “When my dad gets something into his head, good luck knocking it out again. Seems like you’re coming home with us, Blaine. Don’t worry, you’ll survive. And you’ll have a good time. We’re crazy, yes, but harmless. Come!”

When Blaine, still flabbergasted, made no move to follow, Kurt grabbed his hand and tugged him along, providing some more information about the family as they weaved through the crowd.

“It used to be just the two of us, my dad and I, but when I was sixteen, Dad remarried, and I got a stepmom and stepbrother out of it. Carole is a darling, you’ll love her, and Finn… Well, he’s clumsy and he eats so much that he’s not allowed to take seconds until everyone else has been served, and he has a big mouth and always puts his foot in it, but he’s great, really. A good guy. And a good brother. He’s studying to be a teacher.”

When they reached the car, Burt had already loaded the luggage and urged them to get in, quick. Kurt decided to get in the back seat with Blaine. He just knew that Burt was going to spend the whole ride glancing into the rear-view mirror and questioning the supposed boyfriend, and he hoped him sitting next to Blaine would bolster the poor guy’s confidence.

Blaine did look grateful when Kurt slid in next to him, and grabbed his hand again as if it was a lifeline.

“What am I, your chauffeur?” Burt quipped.

Kurt faked a British accent. “Yes, of course. Take us home, James. The queen is coming to tea this afternoon, and I still need to make scones.”

Blaine snorted.

Still in the same accent, Kurt said, “What? I make wonderful scones!”

Blaine laughed out loud and then said, “I won’t believe that until I’ve eaten them.”

Kurt grinned, glad that Blaine was getting into the spirit of things.

“So, Blaine, is it? How did you meet Kurt?” Burt wanted to know. “You studying at the same school?”

Blaine shot a panicky look at Kurt, who squeezed his hand in comfort. “I’m studying at NYU, sir. Music therapy and composition.”

“Call me Burt, kiddo. Sir makes me feel old. Ah, so you’re a music nut, too. Are you working at the Spotlight Diner?”

“No, sir... uhm, Burt. I work as a barista.”

Burt chuckled. “With how much coffee Kurt drinks every day, I’m not surprised he found a boyfriend in a coffee shop. So what did you do, leave a foam heart on his drink? Write your number on the cup? Serenade him in front of all the other customers?”

Blaine went rigid, and his hold on Kurt’s hand bordered on painful. Kurt decided to save Blaine from further interrogation.

“Dad, please stop, okay? Blaine is exhausted, leave him alone.”

Burt huffed but shut up for the rest of the ride, cranking the volume of the radio up.

Bit by bit, Blaine relaxed, until he was bopping his head to a Katy Perry tune and softly singing along. He had a lovely voice, and Kurt sat there watching him and listening, completely entranced, until Blaine noticed. He stopped singing at once and ducked his head.

Kurt wanted to say something reassuring, but was distracted by Blaine’s fluttering lashes. The urge to tilt Blaine’s chin up and claim his lips in a kiss was overwhelming. Mesmerised, Kurt moved just a little closer, and then froze when someone cleared his throat.

“We’re home.”

Kurt snapped his head up and looked out of the window, and yes, the car was in the Hudmel driveway.

Next to him, he felt the click of Blaine’s seatbelt, and then his hand suddenly felt cold and empty when Blaine’s slipped out of it.

Kurt hastened to leave the car too, and felt his cheeks heat up when he saw his dad’s knowing grin.

Carole hugged Kurt tightly and told him not to lose any more weight. “What on earth are you eating, there in New York? You can’t live on coffee alone! And you’re way too pale. Are you cooped up inside 24/7? And you have a cough, tsk, tsk, I’ll make you some tea with honey straight away.”

She cooed over Blaine, who was polite and bashful and the perfect guest personified, apologizing that he hadn’t brought a hostess gift for her.

Dinner that night was meatloaf, and Kurt grinned at Blaine, who couldn’t quite disguise his enthusiasm. “Look, it’s your favourite! And Finn isn’t home yet, so you’ll actually get seconds this time.”

Carole squeezed Blaine’s shoulder affectionately. “You take as much as you like, sweetie.”

Blaine did the meal justice, and heaped praise on Carole, his eyes shining with sincerity.

Kurt didn’t notice he was smiling until he caught his dad’s eye and flushed at the meaningful look he saw there. It seemed to say, Oh boy, you’re so far gone on this kid!

Well, Burt did have a point there, but Blaine wasn’t really Kurt’s boyfriend, so this crush would lead to nothing again, as usual. That realization made the smile slide off Kurt’s face as fast as it had come, and he got up and started stacking the plates to clear the table.

“Let me help,” Blaine offered, and he took the oven dish holding the rest of the meatloaf and then hesitated, not quite sure where to take it.

“Follow me,” Kurt said, and led the way to the kitchen.

Blaine deposited the dish on the counter. “That was seriously the BEST meatloaf I’ve ever had in my life.”

“It’s the cheese,” Kurt revealed. “There’s Parmesan cheese in it. That’s what makes it so yummy. It’s my recipe. I can teach you how to make it. If you like.”

“I like.”

Kurt rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher, and then popped his head into the living room to ask Carole and Burt if they wanted coffee. “I could make some decaf? And are there any cookies?”

They said yes to the coffee, and apparently, Carole had baked the day before.

Kurt found the cookie tin and sniffed appreciatively as he opened it. Even though he had a cold, the spices were strong enough for him to catch a whiff. Mmm, that smelled good!

He saw sugar cookies and gingerbread cookies and snickerdoodles. No chocolate or chocolate chip as yet, so he’d be making those the next day. Also almond snowballs, shortbread and maybe his rosemary-lemon bars? He’d have to ask Blaine what his favourite cookies were.

He held out the tin to Blaine. “Try one. We’ll be baking more tomorrow. Lots more, ‘cause Finn eats them faster than we can bake them.”

Blaine laughed and took a cookie. His moan when he bit off a piece made the tips of Kurt’s ears redden, and he hastily rummaged in the cupboards to find a tray for the coffee and the cookies.

In the living room, Carole had started the film It’s A Wonderful Life, and Kurt sighed happily, set down the tray on the coffee table and curled up on the sofa. He felt the cushions give, and a hand reach for his. Blaine!

The corners of his lips turned up of their own accord. He interlocked his fingers with Blaine’s and inched a bit closer because Blaine exuded so much body heat it was like sitting next to an oven. Cold and tired as Kurt felt, this was as close to perfect as it could get.

He watched the movie, munching a few cookies and nursing a mug of tea with honey, and suppressing more and more yawns.

The last thing he was aware of before his eyes slid closed was someone taking the mug from him and covering him with a blanket, with a soft whisper, “Sleep well.”

#klaine fanfiction #christmas fic #fake dating #my fic #happy birthday hkvoyage!

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june - july fic rec: month(s) in review

hello & welcome back to the june - july edition of fic rec: month(s) in review! we have a L O T to unpack this time, so let’s dive right in! throughout june & july, we have been blessed with the majority of @larryabroad, as well as the bulk of @hlsummerexchange2019, all of @wordplayfics, wanker’s day fic fest, and many more that i’m probably forgetting. summer was a great time to be a fic reader for sure, thank you to every author who contributed!!

**disclaimer: not all of these fics were written in june/july, it is simply when i read them. however, a lot of them were. ***note: as always, if you do take my recommendation and read any of these works, please bookmark, comment, and leave kudos for these authors!! it is so important that we support the creators in our community. as an author, i know a sweet comment will often spur me to keep writing when i’m stuck. but, without further ado, here’s my recs below the cut!

J U N E : :

You Were Made To Be Mine by lovelarry10 (@chloehl10)

Louis Tomlinson takes his 6 year old son Jacob to see Harry Styles in concert. Jacob has been a huge fan of Harry's for as long as he can remember, so it's a dream come true when Harry notices him in the pit. But Jacob isn't all that Harry has his eye on...

Louis is a bit embarrassed when Harry picks on him from the stage, but when he's invited backstage after the show, he wonders what Harry Styles could possibly want with a single dad and his kid from Manchester...

This was such a cute read! At a whopping 580k, there is a LOT to sink your teeth into. Though I started it at the beginning of June, I haven’t even nearly finished yet, but it’s so good that it’s made it onto my rec list!

Get Off and Vote by haztobegood (@haztobegood)

Niall lets out a loud laugh, “Hey, listen to this. You know how elections are Tuesday? It says the Babeland on the edge of campus is giving out free toys to the first 100 people that show their ‘I Voted’ sticker.”

“How patriotic.” Louis laughs. “Maybe I should go.”

Haha! This one was great. At 3k, it’s a perfect quick read for some sexy, patriotic fun.

Surprise Me, Space Boy by jacaranda_bloom (@jacaranda-bloom)

Louis is a solo officer on Space Station Zeta and the isolation can present many challenges, not least of which is that it’s really bloody hard to date. He’s pinning his hopes on that changing with a fellow solo officer, Harry, from a neigbouring station who gives great banter and has a gorgeous smile. Maybe online dating has its benefits after all?

OR The Space Wank Fic.

Oh, this one was so good!!! The thing I love about literally anything Dee writes is that she just thinks completely outside the box. I feel like I never quite know what’s going to happen (in the best way!) and her originality totally made this fic amazing. (7k)

rivers ‘til i reach you by embodied (@crossnecklace)

Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer. AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

This was such a good read! It’s written in such a way that you’re utterly sucked into the verse so much that you’re a bit sappy when the fic is over. Kinda makes you feel a bit lovedrunk just from reading it. (29k)

Found My Hallelujah by crimsontheory (@ireallysawanangel)

As an engagement gift from his parents, Harry and his fiance receive an all expenses paid cruise trip for two. But one week before they're set to sail, Harry walks in on his fiance cheating on him. Newly single, with the cruise tickets in hand, and his bags already packed, Harry brings along his sister instead. And maybe the cute bartender on the ship might just be the person Harry needs to help him put back together all of his broken pieces.

I have so much to say about this one! I had the absolute honor of beta’ing this 35k work (which im pretty sure i just cheerlead you bc nicole you know grammar isn’t my strong suit...lmfao) and honestly it has become a fic that i love so much! nicole is such a talented writer; everything she writes just brings out so much emotion from her audience, and she has such a great sense of characterization! if you liked this one, check out its sequel, Now I’m Moving Up because it’s great too!!!!

J U L Y : :

Whisk me off my feet by allwaswell16 (@allwaswell16)

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

Haha! This one was so cute! What a darling fic! (5k)

The Charles Compass Trilogy by SadaVeniren (@sadaveniren)

Louis Tomlinson is a successful writer who rents a beach house on the Cape to try and finish the final book in his successful Charles Compass trilogy.

So I’m convinced that any rec list I make will not be complete if Sada isn’t on it. Here’s the thing - I fell in love with this story before she was revealed as the author, and honestly I had no clue. She’s got this amazing way of being able to change her style to fit the kind of story she’s trying to tell. This is such a good look at the writing process, highly recommend! (9k)

From The Heart series by jacaranda_bloom (@jacaranda-bloom)

Every Tuesday, Louis spends his day off holed up in his favorite coffee-come-bookshop, writing his little stories as part of the WordPlay challenge while daydreaming about the resident barista, Harry. Each week a new word prompt is revealed and Louis adds to his series of short stories about Henry, the owner of a B&B in the Cotswolds who has curly hair and dimples, Lewis, his long term guest who just happens to be a writer, and Tigger, Henry’s cat.

As Louis and Harry’s friendship develops, could his fantasy world spill out into real life? And how does that reader who leaves the lovely comments with the teacup emoji seem to be able to read Louis’ mind?

Okay, Dee really killed the game this time. Because I was OBSESSED. I mean honestly checking my phone at work to see what the newest installment was. This series is so fulfilling and so so hot to think about as an author! (25k)

blue eyes, black jeans, lighters, candy by delsicle (@emperorstyles)

Harry is in Madrid and Louis had a hard week.

So, the whole dom on tour series is really good, but this is my favorite work of the two. I love basically anything Delaney writes but this was extremely hot! (4k)

Could you love me anyway by SadaVeniren (@sadaveniren)

Dear Mistress Lorin: I’ve been reading your blog for a couple weeks now and was hoping you’d give me some advice for something that happened with me and my boyfriend. I’m really worried that I hurt him.

aka Harry and Louis begin playing ping pong during the X-Factor Tour. It quickly gets out of hand.

Okay. If you know me at all, you know that the way to my heart is either spanking, kink negotiation, or both. This just delivers on it all, and it catches on some main parts of BDSM-for-newbies and kink-gone-wrong that people often pretend never happens. I could gush so much about this, but go ahead and just read it yourself because it’s too good to miss!! (13k)

you are half of me (and I am all for you) by angelichl (@angelichl)

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

Okay WOW. I have so much to say about this one!!! So first off, the biggest thank you to adri for writing this fic for me for HL Summer Exchange!!! Honestly I feel like you spied through all my hopes and dreams and loves (including parenthesis in fic titles??? love it) and squished it all into this fic. it’s just the best fic, and it feels like warm summer air and tracing constellations in the stars and falling in love. if you haven’t read this already, please do!!!! It was so good I teared up when I first read it! (25k)

Heading for Limbo by kingsofeverything (fullonlarrie) (@kingsofeverything)

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

Okay. Okay. This fic literally is one I will remember for the rest of my life, and i’m not even being dramatic about it! So, I really do enjoy leaving authors detailed comments about their fics, but that just wasn’t enough... I really had to message Lauren this whole essay about how Heading for Limbo helped me deal with a lot of emotions I was feeling in my own personal life, and it helped me fully realize that i’m bisexual. (did i just come out?? yikes) it was nice to see a fic where things weren’t perfect over a long stretch of time. It was amazing to see Harry realize his sexuality later in life, because that was one of my main struggles. this fic is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Literally, Lauren, thanks for changing my whole life!!! (101k)

Tell Me This Is Paradise by QuickedWeen (@becomeawendybird)

Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out.

Okay, if you’re new around here, this fic was also on one of my previous rec lists, but then Molly had to ruin my life and write another chapter of it. Jesus Christ!!!! I literally could read this fic every single day and die happily. It’s so hot, and the characterization is so good. So, I guess this rec is specifically for chaper 2, but you’ve gotta read chapter 1 also! For the betterment of your life, of course. (9k)

Abstract by Star55 (@star55)

After Zayn draws a naked Harry for her art class, she finds that she can't stop drawing Harry and Louis' naked bodies, usually engaged in some form of sexual activity.

Literally - this was hot as balls. Loved it! (8k)

alright guys, that’s it! if you read all the way to the bottom, you deserve a sticker. i hope you guys enjoy some of my favorite fics i’ve read! don’t forget to go bookmark, comment, and give kudos! and just remember: we are all human. if you read a work, and loved it, and didn’t comment, it’s never too late! give your author some loooooooove. my life has been super busy and i really haven’t been in the place to leave the thought-out comments i like to, so most of these authors can expect comments from me soon. thank you to all the authors listed above, have a nice day everyone! also, feel free to send your favorite fics into my ask - maybe they’ll end up on my next list!!!

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ET’s exclusive excerpt of The Tyrant’s Tomb by Rick Riordan (1/2)

Chapter 1

There is no food here

Meg ate all the Swedish fish

Please get off my hearse

I believe in returning dead bodies.

It seems like a simple courtesy, doesn’t it? A warrior dies, you should do what you can to get their body back to their people for funerary rites. Maybe I’m old-fashioned. I am over four thousand years old. But I find it rude not to properly dispose of corpses.

Achilles during the Trojan War, for instance. Total pig. He chariot-dragged the body of the Trojan champion Hector around the walls of the city for days. Finally I convinced Zeus to pressure the big bully into returning Hector’s body to his parents so he could have a decent burial. I mean, come on. Have a little respect for the people you slaughter.

Then there was Oliver Cromwell’s corpse. I wasn’t a fan of the man, but please. First, the English bury him with honors. Then they decide they hate him, so they dig him up and “execute” his body. Then his head falls off the pike where it’s been impaled for decades and gets passed around from collector to collector for almost three centuries like a disgusting souvenir snow globe. Finally, in 1960, I whispered in the ears of some influential people, Enough, already. I am the god Apollo, and I order you to bury that thing. You’re grossing me out.

When it came to Jason Grace, my fallen friend and half bropppther, I wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. I would personally escort his coffin to Camp Jupiter and see him off with full honors.

That turned out to be a good call. What with the ghouls attacking us and everything.

Sunset turned San Francisco Bay into a cauldron of molten copper as our private plane landed at Oakland Airport. I say our private plane. The chartered trip was actually a parting gift from our friend Piper McLean and her movie star father. (Everyone should have at least one friend with a movie star parent.)

Waiting for us beside the runway was another surprise the McLeans must have arranged: a gleaming black hearse. Meg McCaffrey and I stretched our legs on the tarmac while the ground crew somberly removed Jason’s coffin from the Cessna’s storage bay. The polished mahogany box seemed to glow in the evening light. Its brass fixtures glinted red. I hated how beautiful it was. Death shouldn’t be beautiful.

The crew loaded it into the hearse, then transferred our luggage to the backseat. We didn’t have much: Meg’s back- pack and mine (courtesy of Marco’s Military Madness), my bow and quiver and ukulele, and a couple of sketchbooks and a poster-board diorama we’d inherited from Jason.

I signed some paperwork, accepted the flight crew’s condolences, then shook hands with a nice undertaker who handed me the keys to the hearse and walked away.

I stared at the keys, then at Meg McCaffrey, who was chewing the head off a Swedish fish. The plane had been stocked with half a dozen tins of the squishy red candy. Not anymore. Meg had single-handedly brought the Swedish sh ecosystem to the brink of collapse.

“I’m supposed to drive?” I wondered. “Is this a rental hearse?”

Meg shrugged. During our flight, she’d insisted on sprawling on the Cessna’s sofa, so her dark pageboy haircut was flattened against the side of her head. One rhinestone-studded point of her cat-eye glasses poked through her hair like a disco shark n.

The rest of her out t was equally disreputable: floppy red high-tops, threadbare yellow leggings, and the well-loved knee-length green frock she’d gotten from Percy Jackson’s mother. By well-loved, I mean the frock had been through so many battles, washed and mended so many times, it looked less like a piece of clothing and more like a deflated hot-air balloon. Around Meg’s waist was the pièce de résistance: her multi-pocketed gardening belt, because children of Demeter never leave home without one.

“I don’t have a driver’s license,” she said, as if I needed a reminder that my life was presently being controlled by a twelve-year-old. “I call shotgun.”

“Calling shotgun” didn’t seem appropriate for a hearse. Nevertheless, Meg skipped to the passenger’s side and climbed in. I got behind the wheel. Soon we were out of the airport and cruising north on I-880 in our rented black grief-mobile.

Ah, the Bay Area . . . I’d spent some happy times here. The vast misshapen geographic bowl was jam-packed with interesting people and places. I loved the green-and-golden hills, the fog-swept coastline, the glowing lacework of bridges and the crazy zigzag of neighborhoods shouldered up against one another like subway passengers at rush hour.

Back in the 1950s, I played with Dizzy Gillespie at Bop City in the Fillmore. During the Summer of Love, I hosted an impromptu jam session in Golden Gate Park with the Grateful Dead. (Lovely bunch of guys, but did they really need those fteen-minute-long solos?) In the 1980s, I hung out in Oakland with Stan Burrell—otherwise known as MC Hammer—as he pioneered pop rap. I can’t claim credit for Stan’s music, but I did advise him on his fashion choices. Those gold lamé parachute pants? My idea. You’re welcome, fashionistas.

Most of the Bay Area brought back good memories. But as I drove, I couldn’t help glancing to the northwest—toward Marin County and the dark peak of Mount Tamalpais. We gods knew the place as Mount Othrys, seat of the Titans. Even though our ancient enemies had been cast down, their palace destroyed, I could still feel the evil pull of the place—like a magnet trying to extract the iron from my now-mortal blood.

I did my best to shake the feeling. We had other problems to deal with. Besides, we were going to Camp Jupiter—friendly territory on this side of the bay. I had Meg for backup. I was driving a hearse. What could possibly go wrong?

The Nimitz Freeway snaked through the East Bay flatlands, past warehouses and docklands, strip malls and rows of dilapidated bungalows. To our right rose downtown Oakland, its small cluster of high-rises facing off against its cooler neighbor San Francisco across the Bay as if to proclaim We are Oakland! We exist, too!

Meg reclined in her seat, propped her red high-tops up on the dashboard, and cracked open her window.

“I like this place,” she decided.

“We just got here,” I said. “What is it you like? The abandoned warehouses? That sign for Bo’s Chicken ’N’ Waffles?”

“Nature.”

“Concrete counts as nature?”

“There’s trees, too. Plants flowering. Moisture in the air. The eucalyptus smells good. It’s not like . . .”

She didn’t need to finish her sentence. Our time in Southern California had been marked by scorching temperatures, extreme drought, and raging wild res—all thanks to the magical Burning Maze controlled by Caligula and his hate-crazed sorceress bestie, Medea. The Bay Area wasn’t experiencing any of those problems. Not at the moment, anyway.

We’d killed Medea. We’d extinguished the Burning Maze. We’d freed the Erythraean Sibyl and brought relief to the mortals and withering nature spirits of Southern California.

But Caligula was still very much alive. He and his co- emperors in the Triumvirate were still intent on controlling all means of prophecy, taking over the world, and writing the future in their own sadistic image. Right now, Caligula’s fleet of evil luxury yachts was making its way toward San Francisco to attack Camp Jupiter. I could only imagine what sort of hellish destruction the emperor would rain down on Oakland and Bo’s Chicken ’N’ Waffles.

Even if we somehow managed to defeat the Triumvirate, there was still that greatest Oracle, Delphi, under the control of my old nemesis Python. How I could defeat him in my present form as a sixteen-year-old weakling, I had no idea.

But, hey. Except for that, everything was fine. The eucalyptus smelled nice.

Traf c slowed at the I-580 interchange. Apparently, California drivers didn’t follow that custom of yielding to hearses out of respect. Perhaps they gured at least one of our passengers was already dead, so we weren’t in a hurry.

Meg toyed with her window controls, raising and lower- ing the glass. Reeee. Reeee. Reeee.

“You know how to get to Camp Jupiter?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“ ’Cause you said that about Camp Half-Blood.”

“We got there! Eventually.”

“Frozen and half-dead.”

“Look, the entrance to camp is right over there.” I waved vaguely at the Oakland Hills. “There’s a secret passage in the Caldecott Tunnel or something.”

“Or something?”

“Well, I haven’t actually ever driven to Camp Jupiter,” I admitted. “Usually I descend from the heavens in my glorious sun chariot. But I know the Caldecott Tunnel is the main entrance. There’s probably a sign. Perhaps a Demigods Only lane.”

Meg peered at me over the top of her glasses. “You’re the dumbest god ever.” She raised her window with a final Reeee. SHLOOMP!—a sound that reminded me uncomfortably of a guillotine blade.

We turned west onto Highway 24. The congestion eased as the hills loomed closer. The elevated lanes soared past neighborhoods of winding streets and tall conifers, white stucco houses clinging to the sides of grassy ravines.

A road sign promised CALDECOTT TUNNEL ENTRANCE, 2 MI. That should have comforted me. Soon, we’d pass through the borders of Camp Jupiter into a heavily guarded, magically camouflaged valley where an entire Roman legion could shield me from my worries, at least for a while.

Why, then, were the hairs on the back of my neck quivering like sea worms?

Something was wrong. It dawned on me that the uneas- iness I’d felt since we landed might not be the distant threat of Caligula, or the old Titan base on Mount Tamalpais, but something more immediate . . . something malevolent, and getting closer.

I glanced in the rearview mirror. Through the back window’s gauzy curtains, I saw nothing but traffic. But then, in the polished surface of Jason’s coffin lid, I caught the reflection of movement from a dark shape outside—as if a human-size object had just own past the side of the hearse.

“Oh. Meg?” I tried to keep my voice even. “Do you see anything unusual behind us?”

“Unusual like what?”

THUMP.

The hearse lurched as if we’d been hitched to a trailer full of scrap metal. Above my head, two foot-shaped impressions appeared in the upholstered ceiling.

“Something just landed on the roof,” Meg deduced.

“Thank you, Sherlock McCaffrey! Can you get it off?”

“Me? How?”

That was an annoyingly fair question. Meg could turn the rings on her middle fingers into wicked gold swords, but if she summoned them in close quarters, like the interior of the hearse, she a) wouldn’t have room to wield them, and b) might end up impaling me and/or herself.

CREAK. CREAK. The footprint impressions deepened as the thing adjusted its weight like a surfer on a board. It must have been immensely heavy to sink into the metal roof.

A whimper bubbled in my throat. My hands trembled on the steering wheel. I yearned for my bow and quiver in the backseat, but I couldn’t have used them. DWSPW, driving while shooting projectile weapons, is a big no-no, kids.

“Maybe you can open the window,” I said to Meg. “Lean out and tell it to go away.”

“Um, no.” (Gods, she was stubborn.) “What if you try to shake it off?”

Before I could explain that this was a terrible idea while traveling fifty miles an hour on a highway, I heard a sound like a pop-top aluminum can opening—the crisp pneumatic hiss of air through metal. A claw punctured the ceiling—a grimy white talon the size of a drill bit. Then another. And another. And another, until the upholstery was studded with ten pointy white spikes—just the right number for two very large hands.

“Meg?” I yelped. “Could you—?”

I don’t know how I might have finished that sentence. Protect me? Kill that thing? Check in the back to see if I have any spare undies?

I was rudely interrupted by the creature ripping open our roof like we were a birthday present.

Staring down at me through the ragged hole was a withered, ghoulish humanoid, its blue-black hide glistening like the skin of a house y, its eyes filmy white orbs, its bared teeth dripping saliva. Around its torso uttered a loincloth of greasy black feathers. The smell coming off it was more putrid than any dumpster—and believe me, I’d fallen into a few.

“FOOD!” it howled.

“Kill it!” I yelled at Meg.

“Swerve!” she countered.

One of the many annoying things about being incarcerated in my puny mortal body: I was Meg McCaffrey’s servant. I was bound to obey her direct commands. So when she yelled “swerve,” I yanked the steering wheel hard to the right. The hearse handled beautifully. It careened across three lanes of traffic, barreled straight through the guardrail, and plummeted into the canyon below.

#ttt #the tyrants tomb #the tyrant’s tomb #rick riordan #meg mccaffrey

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thestarsaroundyourscars · 6 years

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Heat

For the weekly reddie prompt by @fyeahreddie

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 3,615

Located in AO3

When Richie Tozier and his family had moved away from Derry, he never thought he would go back. Even though he had lived there for fourteen years of his life, he had known he wouldn’t miss the town or his school or the people in it.

His parents had been worried of what it would mean for Richie to have to move away after Wentworth had been offered a much better job than the one he already had in Derry. They had expected him to be angry, to blame them for ruining his life or to simply refuse to move away. They had been pleasantly surprised when all he did was ask if Lady Valentina Von Sparkles, their dog, will be going with them. As soon as they said that yes, Lady would be coming with them, Richie had gone upstairs to start packing his things up.

There was only one thing, or more like, one person that Richie knew he would truly miss. And that was his best friend, Beverly Marsh.

They had been friends since the age of twelve and were pretty much inseparable. That didn’t change when Richie moved away though, they stayed in touch through all the years they spent apart and reunited again in college when they both moved to California.

Now, seven years since the last time he was in Derry, Richie was back, thanks to no other but the one and only Beverly Marsh.

He was not surprised he was hating it.

Because, of fucking course he had to come back during the hottest summer in the town’s history. Apparently a heat wave had decided to hit Derry just as Beverly and Richie arrived to spend the summer with Bev’s aunt, Elyse. Richie had been there for two days and the heat was already unbearable.

Right now, both Richie and Beverly were lying on lawn chairs in Elyse’s front lawn. Beverly was wearing a bikini and she looked completely unbothered by the heat as she worked on her tan. Richie, on the other hand, was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and was sweating profusely through them. He also had one of Bev’s aunt beach hats and a pair of sunglasses over his regular glasses. When Beverly said he looked ridiculous, he had glared at her and answered with a “Not all of us can lie under the sun without getting third degree burns, Miss Hawaiian Tropic.”

Richie was taking every precaution to avoid getting sunburnt. He didn’t want to have to rub aloe vera gel on his skin everyday for the rest of the summer.

Apparently for him that didn’t mean taking cover from the sun or covering his skin with tons of sunscreen but sitting in the sun, way to overdressed for the weather and feeling as if he was being cooked alive.

“Why did I let you convince me to spend the summer with you, again?” Richie whined for what was the third time in the last half hour.

Beverly scoffed, “You begged me to let you stay with me this summer.”

Richie hummed, “I don’t remember that.”

“You said that since your parents were going on a cruise for their anniversary, you had nowhere to go and that staying in Cali wasn’t an option because neither me nor Stan would be around to go grocery shopping and to make sure you didn’t burn down the apartment,” Beverly said, lowering her sunglasses to give Richie and unimpressed stare.

“That was before I knew I would be spending two months in a fucking furnace,” Richie said, exasperated, “I should have gone to Colorado with Stan and Patty.”

“And spend an entire month in a cabin in the mountains, being the third wheel to those two?”

“At least I wouldn’t feel like the skin was melting off my bones.”

“Oh Richie, it’s good to see you’re still just as dramatic as you were as a fourteen-year-old,” Elyse Marsh says, approaching the two of them while carrying a tray with two glasses of lemonade in it.

“Being dramatic is my God-given right, Lys,” Richie says.

“You wear it well, honey,” Elyse laughs. “As you do my hat and sunglasses.”

Bev lets out an incredulous bark of laughter, “Yeah, right.”

“You wished you looked this good, Marsh.”

Lys laughs, “Aren’t you a little overdressed though?”

“He has to protect his fair skin from the big bad sun,” Beverly says, mockingly.

“The moment I take off my shirt I’ll turn as red as your hair and you’ll be stuck with me whining and complaining about my sunburn.”

“I already have to hear you complain about how hot it is and how you are dying because of it. Big fucking difference.”

Richie sticks his tongue out at her. Elyse rolls her eyes and hands Richie his glass of lemonade, “And here I was going to suggest you go to the quarry like you did when you were kids.”

Beverly grabs the second glass and groans, “The asshole already refused.”

“FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME, SUNBURN, BEVERLY. IT HURTS LIKE A BITCH.”

“You are a bitch,” Beverly mutters under her breath, taking a sip of lemonade.

When Richie flips her off, Elyse laughs and shakes her head fondly at them, “Just like when you were kids.” Then she turns around and goes back inside.

The lemonade is delicious and it helps Richie cool down a bit. He is sipping the last of it, when he sees something on the other side of the street that makes him choke on his drink.

That something turns out to be a very attractive guy walking out from the house across the street, wearing only red swimming trunks and a pair of sunglasses.

Still coughing, Richie takes off his sunglasses and sits up straight on the lawn chair, trying to get a better look at the guy’s tanned and sculptured body.

Richie notices he’s carrying a bucket filled with rags and a hose as if he was planning on washing the car parked in the driveway like some model taken straight out of Richie’s wet dreams. The image of this guy, dripping wet and scrubbing the car while seductively smiling at Richie makes him feel hotter than the Derry’s goddamned weather and he lets a out a whine.

“I swear to God Richard, if you whine about the heat one more fucking time-” Beverly groans before noticing Richie is sitting up and staring intently at something. She follows his line of vision and her eyes land on their neighbor.

Her laugh makes Richie snap out of his daydream and he finds her smirking knowingly at him.

“Still regretting coming back to Derry with me?”

Richie ignores her question and makes one himself, “Beverly Marsh, for how long were you planning to hide your hot new neighbor from me?”

“I didn’t know he would be back for summer,” Bev shrugs. Then, with a frown, she adds, “what do you mean ‘new’? He isn’t new, he’s lived there since I moved to Derry.”

“Bullshit,” Richie says, looking back at the guy who is currently giving him a perfectly clear view of his ass in those swimming trunks as he bends over to pick up a rag and starts scrubbing the car. “Someone else had to move into that house after I left Derry because if I recall correctly, that house belonged to Sonia Kaspbrak and her-”

“Eddie-bear!”

A loud voice coming from inside the boy’s house, interrupts Richie.

His eyes widen as realization dawns on him. Richie hears the boy answer but he isn’t paying attention to what he is saying, he is too busy staring at him in disbelief, because there is no fucking way this gorgeous man is Eddie fucking Kaspbrak.

Richie must have said so out loud because Beverly answers him, laughter in her voice, “He is.”

“Fuck me,” Richie mutters.

“I’m sure you’d like that,” Beverly snickers.

“You have to be shitting me. That is Eddie Kaspbrak?” Richie points at him and Beverly nods. “Cute, baby-faced Eddie? Fanny-pack-wearing, angry, asthmatic Eddie? Eddie Spaghetti Eddie?!”

“For fuck’s sake Richie, yes!”

“What the fuck happened to him?”

“Puberty. He also joined the track team in junior year,” Bev shrugs. Then he sees the way Richie is staring at him in complete astonishment, “Don’t look so surprised, Rich. It’s not like he changed overnight. It’s been seven years.”

Richie was shaking his head in utter disbelief as he thought back to seven years ago.

Eddie Kaspbrak had been a small kid with a cute face, as Richie liked to remind him while pinching his cheeks and chanting ‘cute cute cute’, much to Eddie’s annoyance. They had met through Bill Denbrough when they were eight and the three of them had become close friends, Richie had countless of nicknames for Eddie, all of which he claimed to hate, he remembers carrying around an extra inhaler for him in case his asthma ever decided to act up. Eddie had even been Richie’s first crush ever.

Then they had turned eleven and Richie had been placed in a different class than Eddie and Bill, where he had met the new girl, Beverly Marsh and he had drifted apart from his two friends. They would still talk from time to time and if Richie passed Eddie in the hallway he would throw an “Eddie Spaghetti” his way and he would respond with a glare and a fond “Beep beep Richie”. They just didn’t spend much time together anymore and after Richie moved away, they had never spoken again.

Just as he had changed during those seven years, it was obvious Eddie would too but Richie found it hard to associate that tiny, adorable boy from his childhood with this walking wet dream of a man.

“You should go say hi,” Bev says, effectively snapping Richie out of his trip down memory lane.

“And say what? ‘I had a crush on you when we were both ten and now you look like the man of my dreams, marry me please?’”

“I was thinking something along the lines of ‘hello’?” Bev says, staring at Richie like he was crazy.

“That’s weird, Bev.”

She snorts loudly, “Weirder than what you said?”

Richie is about to answer, when Eddie turns around and spots him and Bev on the other side of the street.

Richie yelps and uses Lys’ hat to cover his reddening face, missing Eddie’s amused smile and the excited manner in which he waves at Bev.

She smiles back at him and waves him over. Bev watches him as he goes to rinse his soapy hands before heading their way.

While Eddie is still out of hearing distance, Bev mutters to Richie, “You might want to lose the hat, he is coming over.”

Richie’s reaction is instantaneous, he sits up straight, sends the hat flying to the floor and turns to glare at Beverly.

“What the fuck, Marsh?”

She shrugs, “I’m doing you a favor. Now, be nice.”

Richie is about to argue when he notices Eddie is just a couple of steps away from them so he stays quiet. Richie is glad he’s sitting down because the sight in front of him makes him feel lightheaded and weak at the knees.

And as great as Eddie looks in those too tight swimming trunks and nothing else, it’s his face that catches Richie’s eyes.

It’s not the same child-like chubby face from seven years ago but Richie can recognize in it the boy he used to be friends with.

He recognizes his big brown eyes outlined by long eyelashes, the freckles covering his small nose and his cheekbones, more prominent now due to the sunlight, his soft curly hair, even though it’s longer now than it used to be. But most of all, he recognizes the same bright smile, because even though Eddie used to groan and roll his eyes at Richie most of the time, there were moments when he was able to get a smile or laugh from him, he remembers living for those moments.

“Bev, hi! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back this summer?” Eddie says, once he is close enough.

Eddie’s voice is music to Richie’s ears and it draws a strangled noise from him. Luckily for him, only Bev hears it, she smiles knowingly at him before she stands up to greet Eddie.

“Hi Eddie!” Bev says, hugging him. “It was a last minute thing. I was going to visit Ben but we had to reschedule.”

“I’m so glad you’re here! I was worried I was going to have to hang out with Ma all summer.” Eddie says, and he sounds genuinely relieved.

“Bill didn’t come back?”

“No, he got a publishing deal and chose to stay in Boston to work on the story. So it’s just me.”

“Well, you’re in luck because Richie and I are staying all summer.” Bev said, pointing at Richie over her shoulder.

When he heard his name, Richie lifted up his eyes and found Eddie looking at him with a curious expression. He smiled tentatively at Eddie and something in his smile, probably his too big front teeth, must have sparked Eddie’s memory because his eyes go wide and he stares at Richie in disbelief.

“Richie? As in Richie Tozier?”

Richie stands up and awkwardly holds his arms out, “The one and only.”

“Oh my God!” Eddie gasps and next thing Richie knows, he is wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck and his naked chest is pressing against his clothed one.

Richie doesn’t know what to do with his hands so they just hover over Eddie’s body before he settles them on his back. He can see Beverly laughing at him from over Eddie’s shoulders and he glares at her.

“I can’t believe it. It’s been forever!” Eddie says, letting go of Richie and falling back on his heels, because no matter how many things have changed, there is one thing that remains the same and that is the fact that Eddie’s still short and considering Richie shot up to 6'2" when he was a teenager, he towers over Eddie.

“Seven years, but who is counting?” Richie laughs, mirroring Eddie’s excitement.

“I never thought I’d see you in Derry again.”

“If I had known you were still around, I would’ve come back sooner. It’s fucking good to see you, Eddie Spaghetti. You’re just as cute now as you were then,” Richie winks.

Eddie snorts, “And I can see you’re still a Trashmouth. I somehow expected you to grow out of it.”

Richie smirks, “Oh, I grew alright. And I don’t mean just my height.”

Beverly groans and Eddie’s bark of laughter escapes him before he can try to keep it in, “Beep beep Richie.”

Eddie’s laugh and the beeping make Richie grin with how familiar those two things sound.

They are staring at each other and just like Richie had done earlier, Eddie seems to be taking in all the changes Richie suffered through the years they were apart. And if his slight blush and the glint in his eye are any indication, he likes what he sees.

Richie doesn’t know how long they stare at each other in silence, all he knows is that it goes on long enough for Beverly to grow exasperated.

She clears her throat, “I’m gonna go inside to help my aunt with lunch so that you two can catch up and make heart eyes at each other in peace.” Then she goes inside.

Eddie lets out a nervous laugh, “It’s great that you and Bev stayed friends all these years.” The ‘unlike us’ goes unsaid.

“Yeah, you and Bill too or so I gathered,” Richie says, and he feels a small pang of jealousy saying it, wishing him and Eddie hadn’t drifted apart.

Eddie nods, “We live together in Boston.”

Richie doesn’t know what to make of that, so he says, “Ohhh, did Eddie Spaghetti and his school crush finally got together?”

Eddie frowns, then he catches on to what Richie said and he shakes his head frantically, “Oh no. No, no. It’s not like that. He has a girlfriend, Audra and I don’t think of him that way. No.”

Richie sighs in relief, he knows he is being obvious as hell but he can’t bring himself to care, “You did back when we were kids, though. You used to worship the ground Bill walked on.”

“He still makes fun of me for that,” Eddie groans, “And I don’t think that was a crush, more like childish hero-worship, you know? He was my first friend and I thought the world of him.”

Richie hums, “I always thought he was your first crush.”

Eddie laughs, he scratches the back of his neck and looks up at Richie, nervous, “Uh, no, that was, that was actually you.”

Richie’s eyes widen in surprise, “W-what? Me? You had a crush on me?”

“Yeah,” Eddie cringes, “It’s embarrassing, I know.”

“I, no, it’s not,” Richie splutters, “I-I had a crush on you, Eds.”

Eddie looks at him like he is crazy, “Why?”

“Why, he says.” Richie stares at Eddie with that same expression, “How couldn’t I? You were the cutest boy I’ve ever seen!”

Eddie blushes at that. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he asks, “Were?”

“Uh, well,” Richie chuckles, nervously, “You’re still cute, I just- I think there better ways to describe you now. The words ‘fucking sex god’ come to mind.”

Eddie bursts out in laughter and Richie doesn’t even mind that he just embarrassed himself.

Giggling, Eddie says, “So we both had a crush on each other?”

“Seems like it.”

“And now we both find each other attractive?” Eddie smirks.

“Yeah,” Richie frowns, “wait, you find me attractive?”

Eddie literally face palms, “Didn’t you see me blatantly checking you out when I came over here? I thought I was being as obvious as you.”

“You offend me, mist’r, I am a master of subtlety.”

Eddie snort tells him differently, “Right. I’m surprised none of your drool ended up on my shorts.”

Richie smirks, “There are other ways we could make that happen,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.

“Richie! Oh my God, you’re disgusting!”

“Still, you had a crush on me, so who is more disgusting, I ask.”

Eddie glares at him but the corner of his mouth curls up in a smile.

Before either of them can say anything, Beverly shouts at them from the front porch, “Hey lovebirds! Food is ready! Eddie, do you want to join us for lunch?”

“I should head back and finish washing my car.”

“Great. I’ll tell Lys to set an extra plate on the table!” Beverly says, ignoring Eddie’s argument and heading back inside.

“I guess she wasn’t taking no for an answer,” Eddie chuckles.

“That’s kind of the way she rolls.”

“I should at least go put on a shirt before heading inside.”

“Please don’t,” Richie pleads.

Eddie swats at him playfully and Richie winks at him. He marvels at how easy it is to fall back into their usual banter even after years and years of not seeing each other, like nothing has changed.

Well, almost nothing.

Eddie going on his tip toes and placing a small kiss to the corner of Richie’s mouth was definitely new.

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie says, with a soft smile.

Richie nods. “Don’t take too long, Spaghetti man,” he yells after him.

Eddie turns around, his face pinched, “Damn, I had forgotten how much I hated your nicknames!”

“You loved them back then and you love them now!” Richie yelled back, laughing.

Eddie shakes his head before crossing the street and heading to his house to change.

Richie follows him with his eyes, a smile on his face and feeling hot all over, except this time he can’t blame it on Derry’s heated weather.

Later when they had finished eating and catching up on their lives, Lys left the three of them in charge of cleaning up the kitchen while she went upstairs to take a nap.

“I should head back,” Eddie says, once he finishes drying off the last of the dishes, “that car is not gonna wash itself.”

“We should do something tomorrow!” Bev says, excitedly and the two boys nod.

“I was thinking of going to the quarry tomorrow, if the weather is anything like today’s, there’s nothing I’d enjoy more than swimming in some cold water.”

Before Richie could answer, Beverly says, “Richie refuses to go to the quarry.”

Eddie frowns, “Why?

“Now now, Beverly, I didn’t say I refused,” Richie chuckles.

“Your exact words were ‘I refuse to go to the quarry’.”

“I changed my mind,” Richie shrugs.

Beverly rolls her eyes, “I wonder why.” Which makes Eddie giggle and Richie glare at her, “What about sunburns?”

“I’m willing to take a risk if Eddie Spaghetti here offers to rub sunscreen all over me.” Richie says, smirking at him.

Eddie blushes but smirks as well, “Only if you return the favor.”

Richie downright beams at that, “It would be my fucking pleasure.”

Beverly rolls her eyes at the two of them and their shameless flirting.

When Eddie leaves and it's just Beverly and Richie, watching old movies in the living room, he keeps going through the events of that day and makes a mental note to thank his parents, for going on that Royal Caribbean Cruise this summer, Stan, for not letting him crash his romantic break with Patty and Beverly, for letting him come stay with her and her aunt.

Because heat wave or not, this was bound to be the best summer Richie had ever spent in the city of Derry.

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Survey #179

“if i showed you my soul, would you cover your eyes?”

If you’re dating someone, how long has it been? One year, one month. If you’re a girl, have you ever had the urge shave your hair? Um, no. How hot do summers for you get? Highest has been like 110 or so. Do you live by a forest? No. Is there a real fireplace in your house? No. What do you prefer: Small cars, hybrids, trucks or SUVs? Normal cars? What’s the scariest book you’ve ever read? No book's ever scared me. Do your parents drink? No. Do you have any pet fish? No. What’s your favorite seafood to eat? I just like shrimp. What does your best friend love that you hate? Seafood (except what is mentioned above). Have you ever seen The Twilight Zone? A few at school, but I didn't really pay attention. Name the creepiest horror movie character for you: Ghostface. Are you a person that’s scared of things like bugs, spiders, mice and rats? Only some bugs and spiders. What do you believe in more: Ghosts or demons? Ghosts. Is it ever okay for a woman to ask out a man? Actually fuck off. Do people confide in you? Sometimes. Actually very flattering that most people I do care/have cared about tend(ed) to. Ever been around someone who makes you feel stupid? My psychiatrist makes me feel like a caveman and Girt is super smart, but neither intentionally do it. What do you call your grandparents? Grammy and Grampa. Have you ever cried while reading a book? Yup. How many college degrees do you want? At least two. Do you like animals? LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know if I could be friends with someone who didn't. What do you wear to sleep? Pj pants and a tank. Do you have anyone who is a surrogate parent/sibling to you? No. Ever fallen asleep sitting up? Maybe? How well do you know the people you live with? I have a super strong connection w/ my mom, so guess. Do you have any heroes? Mark, my mom, the Holly Hill staff, Sara, Rhett and Link. Do you take your time when making an important decision? Always, almost. But if I'm angry or manically depressed, I'm impulsive as hell. Do you enjoy comedy shows? Yeah. Do you own any jerseys? No. Do you have a song stuck in your head? "Voices" by Motionless In White, which I'm binging. Is there anything worrying you right now? Not actively. Do you believe life is what you make it? In some ways, but there are many extreme situations that you can't really change, and no light can be made of them. Travel anywhere, where would it be? At this very instant... idk. I don't want to travel 'til I have a new camera. Meet anyone, who would it be? do you???????????? know me?????????????????????????????? Bring anyone dead back to life, who would it be? Oh boy, idk. Freddie Mercury, maybe? Thought of him as as I answer this question, it's his death anniversary. Get anything for free for the rest of your life what would it be? Ummmm I don't drive yet, but gasoline sounds like the best answer here. Change one thing about your life, what would it be? Not being long-distance with Sara. Have any superpower what would it be? Be a druid. Eliminate one of your human needs which would you get rid of? I don't wanna go to the bathroom weeps I can't drink anything without having to pee five minutes later. Change one thing about your physical appearance what would it be? Be a slim goddess with an a s s leave me and my dreams alone. Change one of your personality traits which would you choose? Assuming the worst. Be talented at anything instantly what would you choose? Social interaction. Forget one event in your life which would you choose? The night of the breakup. That night still feels surreal; it literally felt like the apocalypse. Nooo words do what I felt even a quarter of justice. Change one law in your country, which would you change? Alter the second amendment to some degree. What was the last thing that made you feel good? Mom was super proud of me for doing a lot of the dishes. I absolutely haaaate doing it. Do you have an annoying neighbor? Not really. Do you get exercise daily? No. What school subject do/did you hate the most? Math. How do you feel about God? The Christian one, I'm assuming you mean? I wouldn't be surprised if someone assumed me a Satanist if I answered this without detail. What is one thing you would hate about living in the era before yours? Lack of technology weeps. Which historical era interests you the most? Ehhhh '80s? Are you disabled in any way? No. Would you rather live in an apartment or a house? HOUSE. Who do you wish you were still friends with? Megan, Hannia, Miranda... and I guess that's it if you only mean those my bond was officially cut with, not those I just drifted from. Do you prefer Small Business Saturday, Black Friday, or Cyber Monday? HUNNY I'm all about Cyber Monday. Who do you care about the most? In some contexts myself, but in others, Sara. What country do you think produces the best musical artists? England, I suppose? What is a song that always makes you happy? No song absolutely without fail is capable of that. Would you be able to choose between your mom and dad? Maybe. It'd be ridiculously difficult. Do you have the same political views as your parents? Some. Are you closer to your mom or dad’s family? Mom's, but I only recall seeing Dad's once. How old are the last two people you kissed? 20, and... he's 22 or 23? Who was the last person to text you before you went to bed last night? Sara. When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? Aaron, not since high school. Juan, forever ago. Jason, well over a year ago. Tyler, sometime last year. Girt, maybe a few weeks back. Do you cry easily? My eyelids are onion skin. Ever cried while you were on the phone with the last person you kissed? Over Skype. Your parents said they were moving, what would your reaction be? I don't live with Dad, so it wouldn't affect me. If Mom said that, I'd be pretty meh, mostly because I don't want to pack up my room and put all this shit back up. Especially when I don't plan on living here for many more years, so I'd just have to do it again. Do you have any text messages that you don’t want other people to read? Uhhh I don't think? I mean there's some I'd prefer to stay completely between me and the recipient, but I wouldn't be humiliated or something. Is it hard for you to get over someone? APPARENTLY. Your last kiss, on a bed or standing? Standing. Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yeah. Which room in your house tends to be the coldest in the winter time? The laundry room. It's the first room from the back door. Would you rather take a cruise ship or airplane to get to your destination? Plane. Do you like winter? Yes. Are you trying to grow out your hair? That's not in my plans for the foreseeable future. Which friend are you most similar to? Sara. Do you have the right time set on your microwave? Yeah. Do you have a flat screen TV or just a regular box? Flat screen. Do you know how to change the oil in your car? No. Do you like Tootsie Rolls? I'll eat one in a tootsie pop, but no, I don't really enjoy them. What are you favorite kind of chips? Hot Cheetos. Have you taken any medicine recently? For what? Yeah, usual psychiatric prescriptions, pain relievers, and some allergy medicine. Does the water in your shower take a long time to get warm? Not really. Do you get your eyebrows waxed? Not anymore. Just don't see the point. Has anyone given you flowers recently? No. Do you like to go fishing? Yeah, but I always gently put the fish back. Has anyone you know been arrested recently? No. Do you have more than 1 email address? Yeah, but only because of Google's intrusive takeover shit. Do you think you will have the same job 2 years from now? N/A Is there someplace you would rather be right now? Man, I wanna be at Sara's super badly. Have you ever sang in front of a crowd? Yeah, but not alone. What kind of bathing suit do you wear? A black onesie with a skirt thing. Do you like your eyes? I suppose. Do you think you are pretty? I'd find myself okay if I was smaller. Who was the last person you talked to in person? Mom. Do you want kids? NO. Tell me what your backpack looks like: I miss my Ouija board one. :'< Even had a planchette zipper. I need to get a new one for school. Has someone you were dating ever cheated on you? No. Have you ever cheated? I never could. What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? I'm not sure. Has anyone a grade above you ever had a crush on you? A few above. Describe the weirdest car you’ve ever seen. Who knows. Are you any good at improv? Never tried, never will, holy shit. I know I'd be a nightmare and feel cripplingly awkward. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? Either our late boxer mix Cali or this lab/something ginormous named Harley, but we didn't have him as an adult so I can't really remember. When did you last stay in a hotel, and where? Not since leaving for a dance competition at the beach yeeeaaars ago. Do you own any kind of helmet? No. Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite? I don't want to go refresh my memory. But I know we have a nachos Lunchable, and that's The Good Shit. Which do you prefer: iPhones, Android, Blackberries, or something else? iPhones. Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? No, it's pretty gross imo. Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? Not yet. But when I can purchase my own shit, I shall be DECKED OUT, my friends. Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? Oh, absolutely milk. What kind of milk do you usually use? I think Ma normally gets 2%? Who was the last person who was rude to you? Mom, probably? Would you ever let the barista at Starbucks make a random drink for you? No. Have you ever used a fake name at Starbucks? Never been, as I don't drink coffee. Have you ever left a note in a library book? Don't believe so. Do you live in a house, condo, apartment, or dorm? House. Do you have a birthmark? If yes, what color is it? Yes; bit tanner than my normal skin. Would you ever film a YouTube video with no make-up on and messy hair? Prolly not 'cuz I'm a self-conscious fuck. What is the most comfortable type of pants, in your opinion? Men's pj pants. Have you ever had a cat? Dozens over the course of my life. Have you ever had a dog? Yeah, a handful. Have you ever any other kind of animal? Ball pythons, Chinese water dragon, iguana, rats, gerbils, guinea pigs, hamsters... Have you ever had a pet rock? lul yes. Do you own a bobblehead? No. Do you love someone who treats you like a piece of shit? Ha, fuck that. What’s your favorite DIY Halloween costume that you’ve seen? I dunno, seen so many!! What is your favorite gender-neutral name? I have quite a few. Jamie, Dakota, Aiden, etc. etc. Do you want to give your kids common names or unique names? IF I was to have kids, there's no way they'd have a very common name. What is your favorite type of braid? I had to look them up lmao. Maybe a curled plait? What is your favorite tattoo that you’ve seen? WHAT A QUESTION FOR ME. Idk!! But I like hyperrealistic ones. What is something you have too many of? Stuffed animals I refuse to give away lmao. What collection are you thinking of starting? Nothing new. Well, I'd love SotC merchandise, but that is some expeeeensive shit. Do you collect anything now? If so, what? Meerkat stuff and Silent Hill memorabilia. What are five of your favorite stores at the mall? All I care about is Hot Topic and Spencer's, but rue21 sometimes has some nice graphic tees. What is one thing you and your mom NEVER agree on? The "Bentley needs to go" situation. Have you ever snuck food into a movie theater? Uh yeah, the rule's stupid, b it's even more ridiculous to be willing to pay such prices for these things. The only thing I get myself is popcorn. What time zone are you in? EST. Honestly, have you ever trespassed? Where? Maybe? I think as a kid? Can you count to 10 in any other language? Which one(s)? German. Maybe Spanish? Do you have a favorite cousin? Who is it? No. Do either of your parents have tattoos? No. Mom wants at least one relating to us kids, though. Which was better: freeze tag or hide & go seek? Hide and seek. Have you ever taken a family portrait? Not a big one/with the extended fam. What pizza place do you usually order from? Domino's. For your birthday do people buy you a cake or bake you one? Buy. Do you bite on straws, lollipop handles, or ice cream sticks? No, gross to me. In what type of area was your first sexual encounter? A bedroom. What do you occupy your time with on flights? Listening to my iPod and looking out the window. When was your last major illness? What was it? Uhhhh... maybe that outrageous ear infection. Your favorite adult as a child? (and not your parents, if they were your favorite) Ummm. Probably Uncle Donny (not my actual uncle, we just called him that). He is/was the husband of our babysitter. Be nice to know how he's doing or if he's even still alive. Most embarrassing moment from your elementary school years? Remember that Antz story? That. Because judgment/rejection. :^) Most embarrassing moment from your middle school years? Uhhhh idk. I'm sure there's something. Most embarrassing moment from your high school years? So I had this anxious/fidgeting habit of pulling my eyebrow hairs out. And it got to a point I went quite a while with almost none and it was suuuuper noticeable. Have you ever climbed a tree more than twenty feet off the ground? No. Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing set? YEAH, and I'm neutral now. Have you ever watched any major sporting event drunk? No. What’s the most delicious food you’ve ever eaten in your life? This chicken that a family friend had at her wedding had to be like, gourmet. It was fucking delicious. Then spicy shrimp fritas from OG are some GOOD SHIT, I love not-too-crispy bacon, uhhhh. Do you pick at scabs? YEAH. What was your favorite part of prom? Taking the pictures. Have you ever performed CPR on anyone? No. Did you ever stutter, or have a hard time pronouncing? I stutter, but it's from anxiety. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average? One-1 1/2. Do you enjoy erotic stories? If so, do you read them or write them? NO, they're so uncomfortable. Which accent/dialect sounds perfect to you? British. Which accent/dialect sounds horrible to you? I hate southern, yet here I am in the South. Which language sounds perfect to you? Latin. Which language sounds horrible to you? Idk off the top of my head. Do you have a favorite gaming platform? I'm a PS2 stan. What do you think is the most adorable thing in the whole world? Meerkat pups. What’s the most horrible thing in the whole world? Just one? Do you ever have to censor the things you say around certain people? Yes. Is there a cafe you go to regularly and the staff knows your “usual”? No. If your boy/girlfriend wanted to have a sex change, would you support them? No. *opens the gate for the onslaught of hate* Well, I suppose I should specify I wouldn't suddenly hate or even dislike them, I just wouldn't stay with them as a couple. Do you like the movies by Tim Burton? YEAH!!!! His style is everything. What do you think of cannibals? Ew. Did you ever have a Razor scooter? Yeah. What’s something other people think about you that you don’t agree with? That I'm not godawful with kids when I totally am. How do you deal with criticism? I'm probably going to feel self-conscious and rejected to some degree no matter how gently you word it. Which national or global tragedy were you closest to and how did it affect you? 9/11, but I was too young to really understand. Do you think you’re smarter than the average person? If so, why? Definitely depends on the subject of focus. What was the last topic you did thorough research on? Why? Hmmm, thorough... I'm unsure. It may have been aaaall the way back when I was questioning something biblical. What was the last thing to upset you? Myself. What is an article of clothing you would never ever wear? A romper. Has anyone ever said that you’re delusional? If so, what for? No, but I absolutely and entirely was for a long, long time believing Jason still loved me somehow and that I could bring him back. Are you doing everything you can to make yourself happy? I sure as heeeeeeeeeell do a lot, but I could do more. What is a holiday, that is NOT celebrated in your country, that you would like to celebrate? *shrugs* Interesting question, I'm just not educated enough on this subject. Which nation’s culture (excl. your own) do you find the most interesting? Japan's. What is something you judge about other people? How they treat others. What do you consider to be childish? Being petty, own a child's temper, serious immaturity, etc.

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lilianavk · 6 years

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all of the asks 🐻

Yass that’s so many but thank you!!! 🐻♥️

100 asks answered below!!

1. The meaning behind my url: a mix of my nickname “Anya” and my full name Liliana

2. A picture of me: Here

3. How many tattoos i have and what they are: i have 5, i have a martyrs cross, a key, a teal feather that says “let it be” under it, a peacock feather, and “as you wish”. more to come!

4. Last time i cried and why: uhh i know i cried yesterday, i watched a copy of Gordon Ramsey being super sweet to someone and he always makes me cry

5. Piercings i have: both of my ears are double pierced but that’s it for now!

6. Favorite band: Couer de Pirate and Hayley Kiyoko, and Billie Eilish rn

7. Biggest turn offs: lack of empathy, guys...those are the ones i can think of off the cuff

8. Top 5 (insert subject): uh since no subject was given top 5 foods: Sushi, pizza, kiwis, crepes, tacos!

9. Tattoos i want: i have a whole list on my phone lol, but quickly a few: hummingbird, moon phases, floral stuff

10. Biggest turn ons: dorky girls, smiling during kisses, being cuddly, neck kisses, lots more lol...🙈

11. Age: 28

12. Ideas of a perfect date: cuddling while watching rain, taking walks on a cold day with coffee and just talking, something fun and active like rock climbing!

13. Life goal: marry a cute girl and be the CEO of a publicly traded company.

14. Piercings i want: helix...can’t think of any others lol

15. Relationship status: single

16. Favorite movie: THE PRINCESS BRIDE

17. A fact about my life: I work too much

18. Phobia: fucking spiders

19. Middle name: Victoria

20. Height: 5’9”

21. Are you a virgin? nope

22. What’s your shoe size? 9.5

23. What’s your sexual orientation? Lesbian

24. Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?: love cigarettes but don’t smoke them most days, i drink a few times a week, usually wine, and i smoke weed when it’s available lol

25. Someone you miss: Megan and Scotlyn both!!

26. What’s one thing you regret? jumping into relationships too fast a few times

27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Beatrice Martin

28. Favorite ice cream? Coffee Ice cream

29. One insecurity: everything about my body? need a skinnier tummy, bigger butt and bigger boobs

30. What my last text message says: “Of course baby girl”

31. Have you ever taken a picture naked? yeeeep

32. Have you ever painted your room? yep and hated it, too much work

33. Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? as often as is possible!!!

34. Have you ever slept naked? yes

35. Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? yep yep

36. Have you ever had a crush? lots of them lol

37. Have you ever been dumped? more than a couple times lol

38. Have you ever stole money from a friend? honestly not even once

39. Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? yep and while drunk, highly regrettable

40. Have you ever been in a fist fight? no? like fights yeah but not really a fist fight?

41. Have you ever snuck out of your house? haha oh yes

42. Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? ohhh yeah

43. Have you ever been arrested? escorted away by police but never arrested!

44. Have you ever made out with a stranger? absolutely

45. Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? like just met up yeah, met up and fucked? no

46. Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? oh yes

47. Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? not that I can think of?

48. Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? yeah did for a cruise lol

49. Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? once again, as often as possible lol

50. Have you ever seen someone die? yes i have

51. Have you ever been on a plane? a few

52. Have you ever kissed a picture? lol yep

53. Have you ever slept in until 3? not that i can remember??

54. Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now? yes to both

55. Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yeah but not in a long while, should do that again

56. Have you ever made a snow angel? I have!

57. Have you ever played dress up? lol a lot as a kid

58. Have you ever cheated while playing a game? I’m sure i have tbh lol

59. Have you ever been lonely? a ton of times in fact

60. Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? yes to both lol

61. Have you ever been to a club? so many times

62. Have you ever felt an earthquake? a few of them!

63. Have you ever touched a snake? yeah was playing with one a few weeks ago!

64. Have you ever ran a red light? yep i have

65. Have you ever been suspended from school? uhh no?

66. Have you ever had detention? Like once?

67. Have you ever been in a car accident? More than I’d like to admit....

68. Have you ever hated the way you look? Frequently lol

69. Have you ever witnessed a crime? A lot of thefts tbh

70. Have you ever pole danced? Yep and wanna take classes!

71. Have you ever been lost? I have lol

72. Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? Been all over the US

73. Have you ever felt like dying? Yep in multiple different ways?

74. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? Ohhhh yes

75. Have you ever sang karaoke? Sadly yes, I’m so bad at it!

76. Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? More than a couple times

77. Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Lmao yes

78. Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? Yep i have

79. Have you ever kissed in the rain? I have and need to lots more!!

80. Have you ever sang in the shower? Lol a lot

81. Have you ever made out in a park? I have and hope to more!

82. Have you ever dream that you married someone? I don’t think so?

83. Have you ever glued your hand to something? Just like my fingers together

84. Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? Lol thank goddess no

85. Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked? I’m not sure what this means? Like not wearing underwear? Yes

86. Have you ever been a cheerleader? Not officially lol

87. Have you ever sat on a roof top? One of my favorite things!

88. Have you ever brush your teeth? Daily multiple times?

89. Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? This is my life lol

90. Have you ever played chicken? Which form? But yes to all

91. Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? A few times yes

92. Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? Yeah but it’s pretty much always men and ew...

93. Have you ever broken a bone? Fractured but not broken

94. Have you ever been easily amused? Lol that’s just part of who I am

95. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yes!!!

96. Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? Lol yep yep

97. Have you ever cheated on a test? No?

98. Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? Lmao too often and in bad places

99. Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? Yeah, they were just too amazing to be real

100. Give us one thing about you that no one knows? That no one knows? Uhh I cried when i bought DCFC’s Transatlanticism album on vinyl I was so happy

Thank you thank you thank you for the 100 asks Elise i love yooouuu pretty girl ♥️♥️

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cdrforea · 4 years

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The Ray-Ban watch list: 10 must-see films to get you through home quarantine

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The Ray-Ban watch list: 10 must-see films to get you through home quarantine

We have been stuck at home for a few weeks now and we are ready to bet that you, like us, will have to run out of things to do with all your free time. While most of us are still working comfortably from home, let's be honest – things are different and time seems to be moving much more slowly since we literally don't have to go anywhere.

We all miss nature, but although getting out is not a valid option at the moment, it's a good time to brush up on both fashion and film history.

If you're a Ray Ban fan (who isn't?), Here are 10 films that have made the glasses styles of this brand the symbols they are today. Why don't you add them to your ECQ watchlist?

BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY: The Wayfarer

Picture: Paramount Pictures

Audrey Hepburn is one of the most famous female fashion icons in the world thanks to her role in this classic of the 60s. If you're one of those obsessed with her typical LBD and chic sunglasses look, but haven't secretly seen the actual movie that made him an icon, now you can find out why exactly the breakfast at Tiffany Audrey's has put on the card – and also on millions of wall prints, mugs, pillowcases and Pinterest boards.

RISK BUSINESS: The Wanderer

Picture: Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc.

If you don't know a single person disguised as Joel Goodsen for a Halloween party, you're lying. In his first leading role, Tom Cruise, when he rocked his Ray-Bans and danced around in his Skivvies in his living room, enchanted audiences in the 80s, and we're ready to bet that he'll have the same effect you do now. Aptly named Risky Business, this film is a dark, sexy teen comedy that bravely examines all the good and bad aspects that can result from breaking the rules.

THE BREAKFAST CLUB: The Wanderer

Picture: Universal pictures

Nothing captures the experience of young people as well as a film by John Hughes. The Breakfast Club, a true teen classic, lets you spend the day in isolation with five teenagers who embody the most common high school stereotypes – the brain, the athlete, the basket, the princess and the criminal. We love how this film shows that people are always more than you think and how much you can actually learn about a person if you just take the time to listen.

SIMPLE A: The Wanderer

Picture: Screen Gems, Inc.

If there's one thing we can learn from this biting teen comedy, the only thing that spreads faster than a virus is gossip. The best thing about this film is that you can't just laugh at Olive Pendergast's misfortunes in high school. You learn so much about gender norms, stereotypes and inequalities while you're at it.

TOP GUN: The plane

Picture: Paramount Pictures

Why yes, this is another entry from Tom Cruise! Visit the classic of the 80s, which has taken his career to new heights – pun intended. Get a load of this romantic action movie with its many quotable quotes and exciting dogfighting scenes just before the long awaited sequel to this year starts!

THE HANGOVER: The plane

Picture: Warner Bros.

For every bride there are a million things that could go wrong at their wedding, but the groom is missing only a few hours before the ceremony and must be the worst. As Phil, Stu, and Alan overcome a killer hangover and retrace their drunken steps to find the whereabouts of their friend Doug alias the groom, you have to invest and ask the same question the boys ask themselves: what the hell is last Night happened?

17 AGAIN: The plane

Picture: Warner Bros. Pictures

Don't be fooled – this may be another Hollywood version of a miraculous body change that gives the lead actor a second chance in life, but this film has something that only pulls your heart. Oh and can we talk about this scene where Zac Efron reappears as a hot new student in his black leather jacket and aviators? Iconic to be honest.

FERRIS BUELLER & # 39; S DAY OFF: The Clubmaster

Picture: Paramount Pictures

This classic teen comedy is another from John Hughes’s long list of legendary 80s films. She follows the stylish Ferris Bueller, who wears Ray-Ban Clubmaster while pretending to have an excuse to skip school, and drags his best friend for a spontaneous day of city adventure. He doesn't seem to be doing anything good, but at the end of the day, Ferris & # 39; Possen end up trying to get an important (and extremely timely) message: life goes pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around every now and then, you can miss it.

THE NEIGHBORS: The nature lover

Picture: Universal pictures

You can't put Seth Rogen, Dave Franco and Zac Efron together in one movie and don't expect chaos. The funny boys bring out laughter in this excusively vulgar but also unexpectedly heartwarming story of how new parents Mac and Kelly can cope with a whole move of fraternity next door and how ready they are to do something much needed – and deserve it – Rest and peace.

MEN IN BLACK: The predator

Credit: Columbia Pictures / Sony Pictures

We love a film concept that is literally out of this world. Cool cop duo Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones made alien surveillance and protecting Earth from alien threats look damn good in this 90s hit, and frankly, no neuralyzer could get us to do it to forget.

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dresupi · 7 years

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Darcy/Thor and #20, please?

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/ThorWord Count: 1051Prompt: #20 That old cliche: "New neighbor is a hottie, oh my blob, what do I do?”

It was the hottest day of the summer.

Or at least, it was the hottest day of the summer so far.

She was lying out on the porch swing at her parents' house because there was nothing on TV and honestly, the AC wasn't keeping up with this heat so she might as well be outside.

She wasn't exactly sure how she ended up house-sitting for her parents while they went on a Caribbean cruise, but here she was. Was it really house-sitting if she lived here when they lived here too? Wasn't it just...them going on vacation and leaving their adult daughter at home because they needed an effing break?

She sighed. Whatever it was, it was sad, and it was her life.

The moving van that turned down the street was honestly the most interesting thing she'd seen in days, so of course she pricked up when it pulled into the house next door.

She pricked up more when she saw who was driving it.

Standing at least six foot something, he had long blonde hair swept back into a messy man bun on the back of his head. And he had muscles for days. DAYS. They were rippling out of his white t-shirt as he crossed over to the back of the truck, pulling open the back and setting up the ramp.

Darcy didn't see another soul with him, so she assumed he was just a mover or something. Maybe the real geriatric owners of the house would be coming in later that day.

But still...hot dudes didn't show up every day around here. In fact, since she'd moved into her parents' basement, the only hot guys she'd seen had been on TV or on the covers of her mom's paperback romances.

Speaking of which...Tall, blonde and muscular was looking more and more like one of those dudes and less like someone who she would ever see in real life again.

Geez, she was hard up. It had been a while.

There was a bang of a screen door and the Widow Wyatt was already on her way over with a plate of cookies. Damn, the old ladies moved fast.

Darcy hauled herself up and went inside, not really sure what she was looking for, but not wanting to be present for the display as all the widowed women went to hit on the mover guy.

Maybe once upon a time, she might have whipped up some lemonade, taken it over in a glass pitcher with beads of condensation running down the sides.

But meh. Who had the time anymore?

She was fiddling with the dial on the air conditioner when someone rang the doorbell.

Darcy answered the door, fully expecting there to be someone there asking her to move her car or whatever.

Boy, was she pleasantly surprised to see Blonde Muscles outside her door. Looking very sweaty and very hot. Oh, holy hell was he hot.

"Hello, my name is Thor and I'm actually...moving in next door...and I can't seem to find my hammer…" he gestured over at the house, where the Widow Wyatt was still standing. "Ms. Wyatt said you might have one I could borrow?" He smiled widely, proving himself to be even more handsome close up than far away.

Darcy tried to ignore Ms. Wyatt's rampant thumbs-up signals she was sending her and instead tried to direct Thor (seriously, how was that his name?) inside so she could look for it.

"My dad has one somewhere...you wanna come in while I go look?"

"If you don't mind terribly…"

He was British too. What even.

"It's fine, don't worry about it…" she said, standing aside and letting him come stand in the foyer. "I'll just be a minute...gotta go rummage in the closet back here…" She jutted her thumb over her shoulder to imply where she'd be.

It was just around the corner, but still. Better to safe than sorry.

She was halfway into her dad's toolbox when she heard Thor ask her a question. Well, she heard the rumbling timbre of his voice. No actual words, though.

Darcy grabbed both of the hammers she found, figuring he could pick which one he liked better.

"What was that, dude? I didn't hear you...was kind of face deep in a toolbox…"

"I was just making horribly awkward small talk. Asking you if you lived here with your parents or…"

Darcy emerged from around the corner and smirked. "Yep. I, unfortunately, am living with the rents until I can figure out what I'm doing with my life...so…"

"Ah...yes. Well, I was there as well. Up until this morning…" he chuckled. "And now I'm here. Next door to your parents, so…" He shrugged.

"Well, living alone is still better than living with those who birthed you…you do live alone, don't you? There isn't someone else? Did I put my foot in my mouth?"

He laughed and shook his head. "No, no. Nothing like that. I … I live alone."

"Cool...well in that case…" she held out both hammers. "Take your pick…"

Thor chose the one in her left and hefted it in his hand. "Thank you very much, Ms…?"

"Lewis. Darcy Lewis."

"Darcy Lewis. Thank you for the hammer."

"You are totally welcome, Thor. Question...do you have plans for dinner?"

He shook his head. "I was probably going to order a pizza and eat it over the sink like the sad singleton I am."

"Well, instead, how about I cook something...and we both eat it over your sink?"

"If you're coming over, I can find chairs. They just might not match…"

"I'll make my peace with the unmatching chairs."

He grinned. "If so, then it's a date. I'll see you in a few hours, then?"

"Yep. In a few hours." Darcy walked him to the door and watched him walk back over to his house.

Ms. Wyatt was still standing at the end of her driveway, staring at the two of them. She lifted her thumb in the air again, and Darcy returned the gesture with a laugh.

Of course, Thor turned around at that moment and she had to turn it into an awkward wave and then quickly scuttle back into the house.

Now she just had to figure out what to make for dinner.

#Hammershock #Darcy x Thor #Thor x Darcy #Darcy Lewis #Thor #neighbor au prompts #webuiltthiscityonescargot

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wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey · 7 years

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Thanks for the tag @themoonslayer!!

the last

drink: water with lemon in it

phone call: talking to my mom about how I didn’t want a second date with a guy

text message: “OMG that video is amazing!!!”

song you listened to: Not Gonna Die by Skillet

time you cried: tears threatened my eyes? reading a fic by @camsthisky. I wept like a baby? watching Scarlet Heart Ryeo Episode 16 with my mom...you know, the episode where those two people die and that one guy has to kill the other guy...

dated someone twice: nope...three first dates and everytime I was like nah

kissed someone and regretted it: haha yeah no never been kissed

been cheated on: can’t get cheated on if you never have someone to be cheated on by

lost someone special: yes

been depressed: yes

gotten drunk and thrown up: no thank heaven. I’ve gotten tipsy a few times, and one time I was maybe slightly more? it was at a wine tasting at a Ren Faire and it was outside and SUPER hot and I hadn’t eaten in a while and when I walked I felt REALLY weird like the world was not exactly stable and I ended up hanging on my bestie’s arm and giggling at everything she said

three favourite colours

purple

green

probably silver or black

in the last year have you

made new friends: yes :)

fallen out of love: nah

laughed until you cried: maybe? laughed myself silly oh yes

found out someone was talking about you: found out a coworker was getting annoyed with me but the feeling was mutual so *shrugs*

met someone who changed you: Ahn Min Hyuk :D (hey, it doesn’t say fictional characters don’t count) this man is beautiful and sweet and handsome and sarcastic and precious and hilarious

found out who your friends are: just rediscovered the fact that my friends are truly amazing

kissed someone on your facebook list: Nope

general

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life? All of them?

do you have any pets? My family has a black lab named Smokey (middle name O’Reilly, because we are half Irish and we give our dogs middle names, because when you are really mad at them you need to whip out their full names, and three names is better than two) we raised this dog from birth and he is my brother/son/sweetheart and I love him to death and he loves me and it is a beautiful relationship and we cuddle all the time

do you want to change your name? Absolutely not! I love my first name because I was named after St. Monica who is awesome, and also I love having a name that is not as usual and doesn’t have twenty different spellings

what did you do for your last birthday? My friend took me to see Doctor Strange!

what time did you wake up? 9:15 AM

what were you doing at midnight last night? doing my end of shift work at the restaurant I work at every Friday night

name something you can’t wait for: The Last Jedi I need it NOW and I need Ben Solo reconciling with his mom NOW and I need the evolution of Reylo NOW

when was the last time you saw your mum: last Sunday, when we watched Gilmore Girls together :)

what are you listening to right now? the wind blowing the leaves in the tree outside and the ticking of my ceiling fan

have you ever talked to a person named tom? my parents’ elderly neighbor

something that is getting on your nerves: when people say: Kylo Ren is abusive to Rey (newsflash: no, they are enemies, not lovers), when people ignore Tim Drake, when people hate Jason Todd, when people ship the Batbros together like holy heck going through AO3 and seeing all the Dick/Dami fics makes me want to vomit. also please do NOT ship Bruce with his kids ugh

most visited website: “tumblr, unfortunately.” SAME. also AO3

hair colour: dark brown with reddish tints

long or short hair: an inch or two below my shoulders. It is nice for summer but I want it to grow back because I miss making my hair as elvish as possible

do you have a crush on someone? like 35 fictional guys...

what do you like about yourself? I love. I love stories, I love characters who tear my heart out, I love nature and all the little beautiful things like leaves and stars and the smell of corn, I love people, I love my friends and family and would literally die for them

piercings: Five. Two in each ear lobe and one up in the cartilege (is that the helix piercing I can’t recall). I had my naval pierced twice but it migrated out each time :(

blood type: O (+?)

nickname: Gal, ninja, years ago some coworkers called me Moni, my nephews and niece called me Merica for a while after one of them couldn’t pronounce my name :D

relationship status: Single

zodiac: Scorpio

pronouns: She

favourite tv show(s): aha aha. So many. I just started Akayona right now and love it to death

tattoos: Not yet

right or left handed: Right

surgery: never thank heavens

sport: I did bowling in middle school and high school and did Kyokushin karate in college

vacation: favorite? I used to go to Surfside Beach with my family, and on e time I went to DragonCon with my bestie. good times

pair of trainers: huh? like sneakers? I have a pair of Nike and a pair of New Balance for working out or hiking. otherwise I avoid em like the plague. barefoot or flipflops is where it’s at

more general

eating: this is too vague! um ice cream? spaghetti?

drinking: vanilla chai tea, apple cider, Mike’s Hard Lemonade?

i’m about to: go to the gym

waiting for: the Last Jedi. DC to put out their streaming service. Young Justice season 3. the casting of Nightwing, so that I know whether to keep being excited or to rage rage and punch a wall

want: patience and a little more concentration so I can finish my thesis

get married: perhaps some day. Marriage is so beautiful and the idea of loving someone like that is something I would cherish, and I would love having kids, and I also think I want to adopt? But I also want to let things happen according to God’s will and time. If He doesn’t want me to marry it shall be well

career: trying to be a novelist here

which is better?

hugs or kisses: Hugs are the bomb, but kisses are good too

lips or eyes: Eyes

shorter or taller: I like being short but I like guys who are tall. height difference for the win

older or younger: Older or same age I guess

nice arms or nice stomach: ? idk. I am maybe slightly superficial so both? :/ but yeah, hair is probably even more important

hookup or relationship: Relationship for sure

troublemaker or hesitant: is this about me or who I am attracted to?...I am confused

have you ever

kissed a stranger: Nah son

drank hard liquor: Yes, I prefer hard liquor over beer most days...when I even drink...which is like maybe once a month, and like one, maybe two drinks

lose glasses/contact lenses: I lose my glasses every day when I take them off and go shower and then I am running around my room like where the heck?!

turned someone down: Yeah...a couple guys have asked me out who I was just NOT interested in

sex on the first date: No. I think sex is a beautiful, special thing and I want to wait till I get married

Originally posted by animatedtext

had your heart broken: ...yeah

been arrested: haha no. and somehow I even got out of a ticket when I was going 20 over the speed limit in a residential area (i was cruising and not thinking and forgot the speed limit had recently changed)

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: oh yeah. twice.

do you believe in

yourself: Most days

miracles: absolutely

love at first sight: attraction at first sight, though I do think that some people have the gift of genuinely loving someone very quickly

santa claus: I did till I was like 7 or 8 and then my parents explained they left the gifts under the tree and that we had to keep the idea of Santa Claus in our hearts and that since I was in on the secret I had to be Santa Claus and a secret keeper for my little bros. It was so fun and exciting and joyous

kiss on the first date: I studiously avoid getting kissed on the first date. though it was maybe because I quickly decided I was not attracted to the guy

angels: yes. I believe in them with all my heart and am so grateful to God for them. In particular I love my own guardian angel, who has comforted and encouraged me many times, and I swear is the only reason I have not crashed my car or been in a car crash several times over

other

eye colour: Hazel

favourite movie: Lord of the Rings (all of them), Star Wars (all of them), Harry Potter (all of them) and so many it is impossible to name them all. one of my recent favorites was King Arthur The Legend of the Sword

Well this was really long so I won’t tag anybody but if you wanna fill this out please do so and tag me so I can see it!

#tag games

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shiroe-is-my-baby · 7 years

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all (or just half if it's too long) of the parent questions w you and shiroe? and i kiiinda wanna read izzy's answers for the kids' questions :D

Heckk yeah let’s do this!! 💜

Questions for Parents

- Where did they go on their honeymoon?A secluded beach, kinda like a lounge place that was luckily not crowded. We were able to be alone and relax by the water. Which is my favorite thing to do! 

- When did they decide to become parents?It was actually a surprise. We didn’t really plan it, both children were surprises but the best surprise we could have gotten! We just weren’t expecting it to happen haha 

- How many kids do they want/have?We wanted to have four, but our twins are probably going to be enough for us! 

- Who is the responsible parent?We’re both responsible, but Shiroe’s probably more responsible than I am. It’s just in his nature to be more grounded than me. But this helps when I get overwhelmed. He helps balance me out! 

- Where do they for their date night?Usually we go see a movie or to a nice restaurant. Or we stay in and just have Akatsuki or Marielle take the kids for a while. Marielle never complains, and she’s honestly always open to baby sit. So there’s no problem there haha 

- Are they strict parents?Not really. Neither of us are very strict because we’re very understanding. If something is going on with our kids we’re quick to try and help rather than punish straight away. Since Shiroe is super patient, things are resolved rather easily. He takes time with them and I’m lucky to have him in that aspect. 

- Do they go to parent teacher interviews?Yeah, of course. Shiroe wouldn’t miss those haha. Gotta get to know those who will be teaching our kids. 

- How do they react to their first child going to kindergarten?I’m crying. Sobbing immensely. Shiroe’s excited mostly. Trying to calm me down while I’m a nervous wreck to see them go. 

- Where did they get married? At a nice little outdoor area with some pretty flowers. The entire wedding was outdoors with a nice little canopy/tent for people to sit when the sun got too hot. Definitely an excuse for me to wear a pretty flower crown haha 

- Where do they buy their ingredients?Local grocery store that’s near our house 💕 

- What traditions did they make together?Every week we make it a point to go to the park as a family at least once. This stops kinda around the time the twins are 16. Maybe earlier. We also have a family game night twice a week. This doesn’t stop. Our kids love it, honestly. Especially since the whole family is competitive. Oh god haha 

- How do they decorate their kids room?We kept it kind of neutral with colors, not wanting it too bright but also not dark either. Shiroe kind of wanted to incorporate some nice scenery and maybe a forest to make it look like another world when you walked in. He was really big on our kids having an imagination so that’s kinda where that stemmed from! 

- What are the family secrets?We don’t really have any? Haha. Not that I can think of anyway 

- What type of pet do they own?We own a cat named Luna 💜 eventually we get a dog but I’m not sure what they’re name is yet! 

- Where do they take their kids on vacation?We took them to Disney one year. That was super fun. Usually we go places close by, unless we have the money to do an ice big trip. Shiroe wants them to see the world and usher them to want to see everything there is to see. Maybe go on a cruise? That sounds fun too 💜 god we have lots of ideas planned for them!

Questions for your OTP’s kid(s) - Here’s Izzy dear’s answers! ^0^

- Who do they take after more?“I think I take after mommy Asuna more when it comes to cuteness. I get that comment a lot from my mommies. But I also think that I’m like mommy Ashley too because she’s nice and sweet and likes to laugh really loud. And I love to laugh. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” 

- What are their hobbies?“I like to draw and sing! I also like to play piano. My favorite thing, though, is to cook with mommy! She doesn’t let me do much though. Because she doesn’t want me getting hurt. But I’m a big girl now.”

Ashley: “Yes, baby, you are such a big girl. But not big enough to be near the stove or a knife.” *pokes her nose* 

- What is their high school stereotype?When she gets to high school, probably the preppy, prissy type bc she’s shy and keeps to herself. Not to mention she’s always wearing skirts and dresses and being her best, most adorable self! 

- Who do they look like? Are they a mix? Are they adopted?“I’m adopted… :)” 

- When did they say their first swear?“I don’t swear. That’s bad.” *smiles innocently* 

- What are thoughts on NASA? *too complicated of a question, poor Izzy is lost on what to say*

“It’s cool, I guess! I used to want to be an astronaut when I grew up, but now I wanna be a pop star!”

Asuna: “It’s her new thing…” *ruffles Izzy’s hair and giggles* 

- Do they know about Pluto?“That it’s not considered a planet anymore? Yeah? It’s kinda sad, though. I like Pluto. It’s cute!” 

- Are they quiet when they go to the library?“Of course. It’d be super rude of me if I was anything but quiet. Both my mommy’s have always taught me to be polite in places like that.” 

- Do they think their house is haunted?“…One time when I woke up to get a glass of milk in the middle of the night, I heard scratching at our front door. It really scared me.”

Asuna: “Izzy, honey, I think that was the neighbors cat.”

“Maybe… *whispers* it was totally a ghost.” 

- What is their favourite band?“Right now, I really like listening to pop music. It’s my favorite to sing along too, and the songs are so catchy! I don’t remember the name of the songs that I listen to… but I know they’re really good!”

#the queen answers #jujubeeaan #otp: ashuna #izzy baby #otp: shirey #<33333 thanks hon omg

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sparkesink · 4 years

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Chapter 9:

Hot & Ready

(Shifting Through Loose Written Thoughts:

A Story Started,

Never Finished,

So Many Years Ago.)

No.

….No.

Fuck.

No.

Fucking Bullshit.

Blah, Blah, Blah.

Fucking TJ,

Goddamn Fucking Literature Nazi.

“Too Fucking Vulgar.”

You Know What Is To Fucking Vulgar?

Worrying About Your Fucking Vulgarity…

That’s What’s Fucking Vulgar.

She’s Been Putting This Chapter Off For So Fucking Long.

(It’s A Bunch Of Bullshit, Rather…)

Laughing On The Fucking Floor For This Fucking Shit.

I Wonder Why I Pulled The Lucky Strings And Got Handed This Shit Story.

(That Fucker Wasn’t Even Fucking Cute,)

I Was Just So Goddamn Desperate For Someone To Love Me,

(I Didn’t Even Give A Shit Who It Was.)

Doesn’t Help When It’s Your Greatest Desire…

You Know,

The Whole, “Prince Charming”, Fracture;

(That’s Victoria’s Bit.)

I Almost Lost Odin For Her…

Woulda Been A Shame;

(The Emerald Eyes Have Such A Significant Part In This Glorious Game.)

I’m Sure He Loves Her,

(He Did Make It Through Me.)

Very Well Then,

I Suppose I Oughta Quit Stalling.

(The Audience Has Been Stagnant, Long Enough.)

Now If I Were A Story,

Oh Where,

Oh Where, Would I Be?

Maybe Tucked Behind That Old Writing Tree?

No, No,

(That’s TJ’s Tale…)

Between The Pillows Of The Old Wooden Bed,

Littered With Cheap Tequila,

(Eternally Stained)

Within A Children’s, Spider-Man Sippy-Cup.

I’ve Waited So Long, And Now All I Can Think…

“How In The Fuck Am I Going To Fucking Get Drunk Tonight?”

I Suppose I Should Match Up The Timelines,

(You Know, The Lyrical Bullshit TJ Was Attempting to Write About Me.)

The Stupid Fucking,

“My First Cannabis Experience,”

(Her Goddamn, Favorite Story To Tell.)

She Makes Me Sound Like Such A Fucking Prick.

So Fucking Dull,

Like, My Friendly Neighbor…

Trying To Explain To Young Children The Dangers Of…

REEFER MADNESS!!!!

(Ahem…)

I Was Uninformed That When You Are That Fucking High,

It Is Not In One’s Best Interest To Attempt To Inform Your Parents;

(You Have Arrived Home Safely.)

SINCE I Was The Incredible Child I Was,

I Walked In My Front Door…

Thought To Myself,

"Well… I Am A Wee Late…They Are Probably Worried About Me.

I Shall Persist To Inform Them Of My Arrival…

Build Brownie Points.”

Realizing The Faults Within My Logic,

Decided,

(Within Sufficient Time,)

Against Informing,

(The Origin Of My Existence,)

Of My Arrival:

Stumbling,

Raiding My Kitchen,

45 minutes Time.

Eating,

Until I Ceased To Move,

Passing Out,

Waking Up The Next Morning,

Mom Making Breakfast,

Feeling More Accomplished Than A Horny 20 Year Old Getting Laid,

(Without The Help Of Alcohol, At A Party.)

This Is What Should Have Happened…

This Is What Actually Happened:

Walking Through The Door,

Hyperventilating,

(Laughing My Ass Off…)

Over Literally,

Nothing.

I Think To Myself,

"Well, I Am But A Wee Late…

(They Are, Probably, Worried About Me;)

I Shall Tell Them Of My Arrival With Haste!

(Solely To Build Brownie Points.")

Galloping Amongst The Formal Living-room…

Such A Radiant Gazelle I Should Be,

Proceeding With:

An Astounding Performance Of James Bond…

Spinning,

Rolling,

Downward The Parental Stairs…

Tumbling,

(Within Their Bedroom.)

Now,

You Must Understand,

The Mother Had Gone Bat-shit,

(Decided A Fourth Baby Was Great.)

Ten Months Prior:

The ‘Rentals Cruised During Hurricane Wilma,

(Smack-dab In The Center Of Their Trip.)

Sitting Within A Hotel Basement,

Three Days,

Tenth Story Room,

Thrown Across The City…

(Impossibly Of Thinking Logically.)

"Let's Have A Baby,"

(At This Point,)

Sounded Such:

"WE’RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE!"

Nine Months Past,

Very Much Alive…

(And So, A Baby Sister.)

Creeping Through Their Room,

(Clinging To These Exponential Chuckles,)

Slipping Beneath My Lips,

Playing The Roll Of Such Secret Spy,

(As Explained Before;)

Parentals’…Not Amused…

(Not In The Slightest…)

Been The Only Half Hour Of Sleep,

Within The Past Month…

My Brilliant Ideas….

(Surely: Not The Brightest.)

Turning The Light,

Walking Aside A Side Of Their Berth,

"HELLO,

(Emphasis On The Oh…)

JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW….

I'M HOME.”

(Again, More Emphasis On The Oh,

Oh,

Oh,)

Mom Rolled Over,

(Stealing A Glance;

In Distinction To My Father.)

A Second To Look Within Each-other, (Gaining Reassurance Directed Towards My Intoxication.)

A Very Long Pause,

(To Me, A Fucking Century,)

My Father,

(Finally,)

Clearing His Throat,

(As To Prepare Speech,)

"I Was Gonna Go To Class,

Until I Got High,

(Major Emphasis On The Eye:)

BAH DA DA DA DA DA.”

-Shout Out To Afroman,

(You Dah Bomb-diggity)-

The Events Followed Are Rather,

(Fuzzy,)

Responsible To Ten Years,

Copious Alcohol,

“Drug” Consumption,

Assisted In Aging,

Stress,

Anxiety,

(What Have You.)

Speaking Though,

I Recall A Very Long,

“Heart-to-heart,”

Between My Father And I…

(Mostly About My Future Employment, 7/11, My Whole Life.

Sat Me Down To Watch The Movie,

'The Secret'.

A Whole Mess Of Universe,

“Stoner-talk”;

Mostly, I Could Not Follow.

(The Cat Licking Itself Is Far To Distracting.)

Long Story Short,

As I Awoke,

I Was Not Greeted…

Hot Breakfast,

Lovingly Prepared For My Wake.

Instead:

A Bedroom Door Removed,

A Computer Missing From Upon My Desk,

A Phone With Service Cut,

A Six-month Prison Sentence Within My Bedroom.

(Lot Of Good That Ever Did, LoL.)

Oddly,

My Demeanor Changed Drastically Through Maturity.

The Kind Of “Girl,” I Am Currently?

Untamed.

Know Anything About Astrology?

I Am A Cancerian With Boisterous Leo Traits.

Possessing Terrible Cancerian Qualities,

Wrapped Within Leo Magic…

(Though,

Thinking About It,

That “Magic” Was Only A Face.)

Leo: Such Craze To Live Within Spotlight.

Pigheaded,

Adventurous,

Spontaneous…Etc.

My “True” Astrological Sign:

Cancer,

Cancerian…

(Trust Me, I Know.)

The Only Cancerian Traits I Posses Currently:

Easily Hurt,

Come Off EXTREMELY Strong When I Have Chemistry With Someone,

Need Constant Attention,

(Of Course, Affection.)

We Are Hopeless, Romantics…

Bound Endless To Our Soul Partner,

(Loving Unconditionally.)

Adolescence:

Recluse,

Complete Homebody,

(To The Core;)

Shy And Quite Cannot Begin To Describe My Demeanor.

I Felt More Comfortable Flirting Through A Screened Filter.

Not Only Permanently Home Bound,

Shy…Intimidated Rather,

I Don’t Human Well.

MySpace was my dating sanctuary.

I Was Fucking JadeJuggernaut,

(From MySpace,)

As Far As Everyone Else Was Concerned:

I Was The Shit.

As An Adolescent,

I Became Accustom To The World Of Superficiality,

(Rather Quickly.)

I Many Prospects Held Attention For Me Through Social Flirting,

Only To Flee Once Meeting Me.

Honestly, I Was Never A Terrible Looking Girl.

I Put On Weight Easily,

(Thank You, Hypothyroidism).

In Grade Nine,

My Average Weight:

Somewhere Around 165 lbs.

(I Had Trouble Playing 'The League' I Attempted To Fish From.)

(Always The Orchid,

Basking Within That Dimmed Moonlight.)

Now, I Was Just A Young Girl,

This Was The First Time I Had Realized…

Everyone Was Staring At Me.

They Were Not Awing,

Nor Talking Highly Of Me;

More Like Gawking,

Making Fun.

You Start To Realize How Ugly You Are,

(As Claimed By Society.)

Those Underwear Models,

The “Beautiful” Women,

The One’s You Idolize,

(From This Day,)

Branded Upon Every Fragment Within Your Skull.

That Image,

(Their Image,)

Becomes The Only,

(Acceptable,)

Image For Yourself;

You Isolate Your Life,

Revolving Solely Towards Ultimate Perfection.

Sometimes,

The Most Beautiful Things In Life Are Found Within The Most Curious Places;

This Is Not One Of Those Things.

Your Obsession Controls Your Every Move.

This Is Not Something Beautiful,

(Found In A Remote Location;)

This Is Hideous…

It Will Control Your Entire Life For Over Ten Years.

At Fourteen-Years Young,

I Had Been Stood Up More Often Than I Can Remember:

That Is…Until I Met Peter.

We Started Talking, Casually.

(To Be Honest, He Was Never Really My Type.)

He Was More…

A Boy I Talked To Once-In-A-While,

(When He Was Online,

And I Was Bored…

Regardless,)

I Ended Up Giving Him My Number.

The First Time I Spoke To Peter,

I Was In The Shower,

(Naturally, Ended Up Leading To Inappropriate, Sexual, Innuendos.)

We Were Polar Opposites,

Floating Along,

(In The Same Situational Boat Of Life.)

Both Having Had One 'Relationship,'

(Before We Met.)

JR,

(My Internet Boyfriend Of A Year,)

'JR' From New York,

Was,

(In All Reality,)

A Girl From My School,

(Or, At least, I Believe So.)

Peter’s Online Relationship:

Some Girl From His School,

(Blew Him Off Every Chance She Got.)

Due To This,

The First Time We Made Plans To Meet,

He Was On The Edge,

(Thinking I Would Blow Him Off,

Such As This “Past” Girl.

I Was Fourty-Five Minutes Late.

Remember The Six-Month Prison Sentence?

This Event Just So Happened To Be Right In The Middle…

Imagine,

(The Fight Being Had,

Attempting To Convince My Parents To Take Me,

(To Meet This Boy.)

Talking A Hormonal,

(Recently Pregnant, Mother…

With A Crying Newborn Into Escorting You Anywhere,

(Especially Given The Fact:

Your Dumb Ass Came Home More High Than Snoop Dog On April 20th.)

We Walk Into The Theatre,

Yes,

I Said We…

Would You Like To Know Why I Say We?

(Of Fucking Course You Do…)

You Wouldn't Be Reading This Bullshit:

(Now Would You?)

I Say, “WE,” Due To:

The First Time Peter Saw Me,

(In Person,)

You Want To Know What Came With Me?

My Best Friend At The Time,

Both My Younger Siblings,

Topped With A Mother On A Rampage.

(Damn Kid,

Should Have Known At This Moment…)

Best Course Of Action:

Run Far,

Far,

Away.

This Is What Should Have Happened.

Instead,

He Comes Over To My Side,

Proceeds Attempt To Introduce Himself:

My Mother,

Pulling Cash From The ATM.

They Say First Impressions Are Key To Meeting Anyone New…

The First Impression Of My Mom?

"SO YOUR THE REASON I GOT PULLED OUT OF BED AND HAD TO PUT A SCREAMING BABY IN THE CAR. JUST LOVELY!"

Followed By,

(Extremely Aggressive,)

Transfer Of Money From Her Possession,

(To Mine.)

Storming Out,

Would Put A Sorority, Bitch,

(On Her Period,)

To Shame.

In Case You Failed to,

“Pick Up On It,”

She Stormed Out…

Alone.

That’s right,

Our First Date Included:

Both My Younger Siblings,

(As Well As My Tag-A-Long, Friend.)

Remember…

That Thing I Said…

About Needing To Appear Badass,

(In Order To Compensate For My Awkwardness?)

This Awkward Moment,

Followed By Us Sitting,

(More Awkwardly Than Before,)

In A Movie,

Next To Each Other,

(Dealing With My Ten-Year-Old Brother,

Eight-Year-Old Sister,)

Running Around Us,

(Obnoxiously.)

(This Boy Was Never Talking To Me Again.)

To My Surprise,

The Following Weeks Consisted Of:

Texting,

Calling Each Night,

Spending Time Together,

(Whenever The Opportunity Arose.)

Looking Back On It,

This Relationship Was Destined For An Apocalyptic End,

(Before It Even Began.)

I Had Introduced Him To My Only Other Girlfriend,

(Besides That One Who Joined Our First Date,)

I Accused Him Of Thinking She Was More Attractive Than I,

“She Was Nice,”

That’s All It Took.

What Type Of Insane,

(Insecure,)

Bitch Does That?

Remember,

(The Introduction,)

A Mention Of Lessons,

It Is Only Through Experience,

One May Obtain The Knowledge Of A More Great,

(Stable,)

Way Of Being.

He Was Understanding,

Thirty Minutes,

(Post Jealous Rampage,)

I Officially Was Diving,

(Head First,)

Into An Attempt At Love.

…And So It Began.

This Attempt At Love,

(Peter, And Myself,)

The Classic “First Girlfriend, First Boyfriend,”

Each Other’s First Kiss,

(Bullshit, Bullshit, Bullshit,)

I Suppose,

I Couldn’t Discover My Full,

(Awesome,)

Potential,

(Until After-The-Fact.)

Though,

I Was Young,

(Naïve,)

I Found Myself Head-Over-Heals,

(In Love,)

With This, Boy.

I Had Wished To Give Him Everything Of Mine:

(Considering My True ‘First’ Kiss,

Stolen,

Sometime Before I Had Met Him.)

I Was Thirteen,

I Was To Stay-The-Night With A Long Time,

Family Friend,

(Kim.)

A Weekly Ritual, Rather.

This Night,

(Unlike The Rest,)

Deciding To Steal Her Parent’s Alcohol,

(Be Naughty While They Slept.)

Kim Had An Older Cousin Staying With Them,

Age Twenty-Three.

He Came Out,

Mid-Night;

Jumped In The Hot Tub With Us.

This Was The First,

(Only,)

Time I Would Have Ever Encountered This Man;

I Could Not Tell You His Name,

I Was A Child,

He Was A Grown Man.

I Remember Lying,

(In Their Guest Bedroom,)

Him,

Draped Upon Me;

Kim Laughing,

(Telling Jokes From The Edge Of The Bed.)

He Removed My Shirt,

Continued To Kiss My Neck,

(And Back,)

Repeatedly,

(As I Lie There…

Listening To Kim Ramble On,

(Regarding Some Peer In Her Middle School Class.)

My Bra Straps

(The Next To Be Unfastened,)

Followed:

A Continuous Battle,

(This Strange Man With Myself,)

Fastening,

Unfastening.

I Became Frustrated,

I Told Him To Stop Undressing Me…

Leading Kim To Begin Jumping Up,

Screaming,

“LET’S PLAY TRUTH OR DARE!”

Some Of These Dares,

An Innocent Game,

(Thirteen-year-old Innocence:)

Eating Dog Food,

Dancing, Ridiculously,

Our Favorite Song,

In Our Underwear,

(That Sort Of Nonsense.)

The Final Memory Of This Evening,

A Dare:

She Had Assigned To Her Cousin,

“I Dare You To Make Out With Jade.”

He Threw Himself Atop Me,

Began To Demandingly Kiss,

(Forcefully, Fondle,)

Roughly Thirty Seconds…

I Nervously Giggled,

Pushed Him Away From Me.

“I Dare Jade To Give Me A Blow Job,”

I Ran To The Bathroom,

Vomited Profusely,

Woke Up The Following Morning In Kim’s Bed.

This Story Has Never Found It’s Way From My Mouth,

(Until This Very Day,)

It Made It Rather Difficult To Look Peter In The Eye,

Pronouncing Him,

“My First And Only,”

For Over Four Years.

I Remember Attending My Summer Theatre Camp Session,

(The Morning Following That Night.)

I Remember My Instructor Telling Us That He Was Twenty-Three Years Old,

(Class Introductions.)

I Remember The Guilt I Felt,

How I Wanted To Crawl Out Of My Skin,

With Every Thought Of My Instructor,

Trying To Touch Me.

Attempting To Process The Age Difference,

With An Association To This New Class Instructor…

I Let Him Violate Me,

This Cousin Of My Friend:

I Chose To Drink,

Underage,

That Night.

I Giggled,

As If It Was Okay,

(While My Mind Desired Violence.)

I Tried To Tell Him To Stop,

I Failed To Relate The Message.

I Should Have Left.

I Should Have Called My Parents.

I Should Have Walked Away From The Situation.

Started A Fucking Riot,

Raged And Swung!

I Didn’t.

I Let It Happen.

I Allowed Myself To Be The Victim.

I Spent Years Attempting To Figure,

Why Sex Felt So Wrong,

(Throughout My Young Adulthood.)

Through Consenting Occasions,

My Mind Would Snap…

My Skin Would Begin To Crawl…

My Light Began To Dim,

A Little Girl,

Began To Sob.

I Was Peter’s First Kiss,

Obvious Upon,

(Eventually,)

Locking Lips With This Lanky,

Tall,

Large Lipped, Boy.

At The Beginning,

It Was Bound,

Someone’s Something,

(Would Be In Or On,)

Something,

Of The Other’s Body.

The First Time,

(I Actually Had ‘Sex’,)

Was Not When I Lost My Virginity.

Peter,

For Some Reason Or Other,

Refused To Lose His Virginity To Me.

No Matter How Many Attempts I Would Make,

He Would Respond,

Same Answer,

“I Want It To Be Special.”

God Knows Why,

I Chose The One Boy,

(Who Didn’t Want To Fuck Anything And Everything,

Just To Say He Had Sex,)

He Just Would Not Let Me Take His V-card From Him.

He Didn’t Seem To Have A Problem Laying Me On The Floor,

Your Hand On My Back,

Holding Me Down,

Sodomizing Me As I Cried;

Manipulating Words,

(Constantly Spewing Out Of Your Mouth)

Babbling On As My Pants Were Removed.

I Told Him I Didn’t Want To Again…

And Again…

I Was Never Aggressive Towards Him,

(Until Later In The Relationship.)

He Did As He Pleased To Me,

(Sexually,)

Whether I Wanted To,

Or Not.

I Walked Back Into My House,

That First Day You Held Me Down,

I Felt That Same Sick Guilt As Before:

Disgusting,

Used,

As If My Innocence Had Been Taken From Me.

I Believe,

Excusing Your Actions,

(As I Had Convinced Myself,)

You Had Ownership Of My Body,

(Payment For An Attempt At Love,)

As If My Wishes Didn’t Matter,

It Was Just “Okay”.

We Were Dating.

I Didn’t Realize How Fucked Up That State Of Mind Is,

(Until Just Recently,)

Actually,

(Tell You The Truth,)

I Am Ashamed,

Believing It To Be “Right,”

(In The First Place.)

I, Suppose This Was Not A One-Way Road,

In Fact,

Our Virginities Sacrificed Through Twisted Trickery,

(Of My Own.)

Soft Ambiance,

Reno911 Playing As Background,

I Informed Him His Sodomy,

Was In Fact Intercourse:

Romance At It’s Finest.

I Want To Remember The Reasons I Loved You,

I Just Can’t Think Of Any.

I Want To Say I Wasn’t Hurt,

(When You Had Me Pick Out Her Birthday Card.)

I Can’t Remember,

If I Loved You,

Or The Idea Of Falling In Love,

(Instead.)

I Am Not A Stupid,

(Naïve,)

Girl:

There Would Have Had To Have Been Reason,

(I Fell Madly In Love With You.)

I Will Never Regret The Lessons,

And The Growth You Gave Me,

Through The “Young Love”,

We May Have Had,

(With One-An-Other.)

The Human Mind Seems To Grasp,

The Darkest Of Memories,

More So Than Of Those That Light The Way;

Harder To Recover The Heartfelt Days,

The Ones Covered In Orange And Yellow Leaves,

(Those Falls’ We Shared Throughout The Years.)

I Believe Our Biggest Conflict,

Was That Of A Superficial Kind;

A Very Conservative White Collar,

Trying To Tame A Tie-dye Dress.

While Shopping In Wal-Mart,

One Fine Afternoon,

My Crazy Spontaneity Leaped,

Grabbing Peter By The Chest.

We Started A Waltz,

In The Middle Of Checkout Number Five.

This Did Not Last,

He Was Not Amused,

My Lack Of Suitable Public Action,

“For The Love Of God,

Please Keep Her Subdued.”

Personality Battles,

The Leading Cause,

(To Our Official Brake Up.)

I Ended Our Relationship,

January 1, 2011,

(Continued To Share My Bed.)

It Was Not Until Valentine’s Day,

A Month And A Half Past,

I Officially Kicked Him Out Of My Bedroom,

A Four Year Waste.

Though We No Longer Shared A Bed,

We Still Lived Under The Same Roof,

(Took The Same Classes.)

Environmental Science Lab,

We Were Required To Attend A Field Trip,

(One Of The Dams,

About Forty-Five Minutes From Campus.)

This Was A Class Activity,

We Rode The Bus All The Way Out There,

Walked Around With Our Thumbs Up Our Own Asses.

The Tour Guide Babbled On For Hours,

The Same Boring Dam Shit,

(We All Learned In Kindergarten.)

I Have The Attention Span Of A Five-Year-Old,

Guess Where Jade Was While Everyone Else Was Pretending To Give A Shit?

Walking Down The Car Rails,

(Participating In Her Own Balancing Act,)

Singing,

(At The Top Of Her Lungs.)

Again,

Peter Was Not Thrilled,

(My Adolescent Actions.)

Proclaimed,

“I Was Embarrassing Him,

Knock It Off!”

Peter Had A Curfew,

(Adolescent In The World Of Him,

And I,

Before The Studies,

(And The Parties,)

Before The Cheat,

(And Lies.)

Ten P.M.

Until Eight-een,

(It Finally Moved To Midnight,)

My Free-Spirited Family,

Curfews Were Something Of Non-Fiction:

A Folk-lore To Scare High School Girls.

(Their Daddies Found Them,

In The Back Seat Of His 98’ KIA Spectra.)

Thirty To Forty-five Minutes Past,

A Tapping At My Window.

Tap,

Tapping On My Second Story Window,

A Normal Person,

Ignored it.

“Look Outside,”

The Text That Arrived On My Phone,

Three Minutes Past.

There Was Peter,

Blanket Laid Upon My Lawn.

We Lay Upon The Starlit Cover,

Speaking Of Life,

The Future,

The Dream…

(He Had It All Figured Out.)

The Universe Had Finally All Come Together,

(In Our Heads,)

Every Dream,

(Aspiration,)

Could All Come True.

We Were In Love Under The Stars, (That Night.)

My Seventeenth Year,

I Was Going To Walk Down The Isle To You,

(Live Happily-Ever-After.)

(Not What Happened,

As You Can Sea,

(The Fun Has Just Begun.)

Peter Was A Grade Older Than Me,

In High School,

Towards His Senior Year…

A Conclusion:

You See,

He Decided,

Join Football,

The Summer Before,

Peter Started Bulking Up,

(Using Steroids,)

What A Bore.

I Was The “Pudgy Adolescent”,

A Grade Behind,

Working Towards Early Graduation.

One Conclusion,

Determined In My Life:

I Need To “Get Hot,”

(So I Could Keep Him Around,)

Come August Of 2009,

Forty lbs. Lighter,

Moving Into A Dorm,

(I Wasn’t Prepared For.)

University of Idaho,

(Go Vandals…)

I Rolled A Fucking Spare.

You Must Understand,

A Couple Of Things,

(About Me,)

In The Form Of My Greatest Pet Peeve.

When You Walk Into A Room,

And Realize,

You’re Running Through Everyone’s Mind.

Either A:

Being Looked At As “The Stupid, Slut,”

(By Those Who Drip Immense Envy,

From Every Orifice Of Their Body…

Or B: You’ve Become A Piece Of Meat,

(Placed Within The Center Of Vultures.)

They Can’t Explain,

(Why You Are Wonderful,)

They Tend To Degrade You,

To Fit You Within Their Perfect,

Cookie Cutter,

(Model,)

Of A Human Being.

Those Who Desire Simplicity,

(Those Fabulously Plain,)

Those Who Never Stand Out,

(Who Can Never Be ‘More’,)

Those Who Search For Outlets,

Religion,

God,

Abstinence,

‘Purity’,

Do So To Give Justification,

(For Mediocrity.)

If You Have Wronged Those Around You,

(If You Have Inflicted Pain,)

Do Not Worry One Bit,

(You’re A Good Person,

You’re No One To Blame.)

You Have Chosen To Be ‘Ratified’,

(By Said Outlet.)

You May See Me On The Party Circuit,

I’m The Pretty Little Blonde,

(Sitting In The Window.)

I’ll Act All Cutesy,

To Attract The Hottest,

(Dumb,)

Assholes Of The Lot,

Allowing Me To Use Them,

(Don’t Worry, You’ll Figure Out The Plot.)

I’m The Ditsy,

Stupid,

Pretty,

Little,

Blonde…

(Everyone Likes To Assume I Am.)

I Got My High School Diploma,

(Ripe Ole’ Age Of Sixteen,)

I’ve Been Drunk At U Of I,

Fucking Wasted…

Creating Havoc,

(Every Night.)

Three Years How?

And Yet NO ONE FUCKING BELIEVES ME,

WHEN I SAY IM A GODDAMN HONORS STUDENT NOW.

Dean’s Listed For Two,

(Three Honor’s Societies,)

Rarely Go To Class,

And Yet…

I’m Kicking College’s Ass.

Who Fucking Does That?

Sitting In My Honors Classes,

Hung Over As Balls,

(Barely Awake,)

Everyone Fucking Looks At Me…

“She Must Be In The Wrong Place.”

No Bitch,

I Don’t Look Like The Female Version Of Elmer Fudd…

(Get Shit Housed Every Night,)

I Did Not Arrive Here VIA Fluke.

IMMA GODDAMN GENIUS BIOTCH,

(GET OFF MY BACK.)

Now I’ve Ranted,

(And Raged,)

On Everyone’s Ignorant Idiocy,

I’ll Get Back To The Important Issues At Matter.

Peter Was A Pathological Liar.

One Time:

He Lied About Taking Down His Christmas Lights,

(With His Dad,)

He “Wanted To Play Video Games”,

Instead Of Hangout With Me,

He “Didn’t Have The ‘Heart’ To Tell Me The Truth”…

Would You Rather LARP?

Or Masturbate On A Cracker?

Staring At Your Warlock Mange,

Instead Of Fucking Your Girlfriend?

I Would Have Preferred The Later,

(Give Me A Little Credit Here.)

What Kind Of Psychotic Bitch Do You Think I Am?

I May Not Be Something,

Of ‘The Step-ford Wives,”

I Sure As Hell Am Not Going,

(Hannibal Lector,)

Eating Flesh Off Knives.

Peter Would Try To Go Behind My Back,

(With Other Girls,)

You Bet Your Ass,

I Had Eyes Where Ever He Was At.

When You Know An Abundance Of People,

You Can Sit On Your Bed,

Getting Reports,

(From People He Had Never Met Before.)

This,

(My Friends,)

The Reason I Died Single;

Not Even Batman Could Two-time My Ass,

(Without Me Knowing It.)

Long Story Short,

Peter Made Me Crazy.

Slap A Pretty,

White,

Vest On Me:

Lock It Up,

(In A Padded,

White,

Room…)

PSYCHOTIC BITCH.

Looking Back On It Now,

I Completely Understand,

(Why He Did,

What He Did.)

Whatever Fucked Up Justification You Can Get Out Of That,

(Sort Of Understand…)

Why You Would Fuck The Mammoth,

Sloth?

Love Child?

(From The Fourth Floor,

That Night After Halloween.)

They Say,

“Karma Is A Bitch.”

We Partied On Halloween,

That Year…

I Walked Upstairs,

(Finding A Bathroom,)

Literally Pushing People Out Of My Way,

(Just To Move.)

Place Was Packed,

Kegs Were Afloat.

I Could Not Explain,

(The Details Of The Whole Ordeal,)

I Remember Walking Into The Bathroom,

Being Welcomed By A Half-Naked Vampire,

Passed Out On The Bathroom Floor.

I Have Been Taken Advantage Of,

(More Often Than I Like To Admit.)

I Once Cried,

(In My Pillow,)

While My Boyfriend Just,

“Went At It.”

Telling Him Constantly,

“I Wasn’t In The Mood…”

(Didn’t Even Notice My Tears,

When He Wiped My Side Of His Cum…

(Or The Entire Way Through.)

Woken Up,

(Asking Same Boyfriend,)

“Why Am I So Messy?”

The Response:

“I Just Had Sex With You.”

(Weren’t You Such A Peach?)

I Had Just Gotten Use To It.

(I Suppose It Was One Of Those Things,)

I Thought,

“He Is My Boyfriend,

I Guess It Is No Big Deal.”

So Help Me God,

I Was Not Going To Let This Passed Out Girl,

Be Hurt,

(In Any Way.)

I Stayed By Her Side,

(Until Her Friends Were Found,)

Luckily,

She Was A Friend Of The Current Tenant,

(Got Her In A Room So She Was Safe.)

I Remember Thinking;

“Karma Has My Back For A While!”

To Beg Him To Stay The Night With You,

(Just This Once,)

To Hear Him Refuse,

No Matter How Hard You Mourn,

You Feel Inadequate.

Two Days Past,

Peter,

Sitting In My Dorm Room,

(On My Computer,)

I Walked Through The Hallway,

From Girl’s Public Shower,

Into My Bedroom.

Being A Mindless Drones In Today’s Society;

The First Order Of Business Post Shower,

(Check The Mobile Device.)

Those Fortunate Enough,

(To Never Experience Heartbreak,)

You Have My Greatest Envy,

(You Have My Greatest Pity.)

Envy:

Obvious Reasons Of Pain,

Sorrow So Great,

(You Tend To Lose Yourself.)

I Can No Longer Say,

“I Have Never Lost Someone Close To Me,”

(Someone I Loved Greatly.)

The Day My Heart Shattered,

I Died,

I Took A Hand Full Of Pills,

To The Bottom Of The Ocean.

(Experienced All Her Stages Of Grief.)

I Could Not Breathe,

I Could Not Eat,

I Could Not Sleep.

I Watched My Entire World,

Rot,

Turn To Ash,

(In Front Of My Feet.)

Most People Would Assume Figuratively,

(I Literally Felt My Soul,

Disintegrate.)

You Have My Pity:

You Will Never See The World,

(As I Do Now.)

Though Dark And Corrupt,

The Innocence Naively,

(Brainwashed,)

From The Day We Are Born:

Is Not,

(Will Never Be,)

Real.

Those Who Are Never Hurt,

Will Believe This To Be,

“This Is A Fallacy.”

Listen,

I Do Not,

Cannot,

Verbally Say,

Any Of This;

(Due To A Lack Of Trust.)

Trust For Anyone,

(To Care.)

Anyone,

(With My Heart,)

An Unfathomable Concept.

It Must Be Written,

(Someone Has To Know:)

My Story,

(And Understand.)

I Was Raped,

(My Innocence Stolen From Me,)

I Was Forced To See,

All Twenty-five,

Different,

Angles…

(Of A Girl Not Much Different,

You See?)

The “Love Of My Life’s Computer,

(Three Separate Times,)

The One To Think I Was Beautiful Before,

(I Lost Weight,)

Looked Me In The Eye,

(To Say How Ugly,

Stupid,

He Saw Me.)

I Finally Accepted My Heartbreak;

Fell Madly “In Love”,

(With My Best Friend,)

We’ll Call Him,

Paul.

When You Are A Child,

You Learn Discipline.

You Find,

“What Is Good?”,

And “What Is Evil?”;

(In Fear,)

Your Father Chasing You Through The House,

A spanking,

(From,

“The Belt,”

Awaiting,

(For Disobeying.)

You Become Adolescent.

You Fall In Love.

This Love Promises You His Future,

His Heart,

His Hand,

His Life.

This First Love Goes To College With You.

(You Are Excited For Independence:

Life As A Collegiate,

An Adult,

(With This Boy.)

This Is Where The Evil You Never Actually Grasped,

(As A Child,)

Starts To Show It’s Face.

He Starts To Leave Your Room,

Earlier,

And Earlier,

Every Night That Pass.

He Will Refuse To Stay The Night With You,

(During The Week Days,)

He Will Not Come To Your Room,

(Till’ Late On Weekends.)

His Phone Will Always Be,

‘Dead’:

(He Will Lose His Fucking Mind,

When You Search Through It. )

You Will Lie In His Bed,

(After Forgiving Him;)

You Will Stare At The Ceiling,

(Unable To Fall Asleep.)

Something Comes Over You,

(You Cannot Remember Having Control,

Over Your Own Body.)

You Remember The Events,

(Clear As Day.)

Sitting Straight Up,

You Will Grab A Notebook,

(Lying On The Floor;)

Your Hand Is Moving,

(In The Dark,)

But You Won’t Remember,

(What It Was,

You Couldn’t say.)

He Will Wake Up,

Ask,

“Are You Okay?”

You Respond By Throwing,

(The Notebook Across The Room,)

Lay Back Down.

He Will Walk Over Toward The Object,

(In Flight,)

Turns On The Light,

(Reads,)

Tears The Paper Out,

Throws It Away,

(Your Delirious,

Masterpiece.)

You Hear Nothing,

(Hysterical Laughing,)

You Must Realize:

You Are Making This Terrible Noise;

You Will Snap Out,

(Of This Possession,)

Referring To Yourself,

(In Third Person.)

He Will Go To Bed;

You Will Draw,

Music In Your Ears,

“Just Make The Thoughts Go Away!”

You Finally Pass Out,

(When The Sun Comes Up.)

You Never Actually Find Out,

(What Your Body Decided To Scribble.)

He Will Tell You,

“You Have Some Serious Demons,

Need Not To Hate Yourself,”

(So Much,)

“None Of This Is Your Fault Baby,

Stop Hating Yourself For Stupid Mistakes,

(I Made)”.

You Ever Realize,

How Much You Really Do Hate Yourself?

People Try To Play Off The ‘Cool’ Persona,

(They Have ‘Never’ Looked In The Mirror,

Been Disgusted With Whom They Had Become.)

Physical Disgust,

(Eleven Years Self Harm,

To The Inside Of Myself,)

Or Flat Out Disgust,

(Of Someone,

You Had Become.)

I Am No Longer,

(Solely,)

Disgusted With Myself Physically,

(For The Heart Break Has Made Me Vengeful.)

I Have Done Things,

(No One Would Want To Admit.)

This Is Not The Same Girl,

(I Was A Year And A Half Ago.)

That Girl Would Have Never Crossed,

(The Lines I Have Allowed Myself To Play Jump-Rope With;

I Broke His Heart,

One Week,

We Were Separated.

I Fell In Love:

He Taunts Me,

(Every Time I See His Face.)

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