lick it up.

[shebruja-blog]

⋆  °  ☾   VERONICA   &   BETTY’S   WITCHY ADVENTURES.

[siempathy]

    *tapping*      whatcha    gonna    do,    whatcha    gonna    do,    whatcha    gonna    do

[honeycaged]

𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐭𝐦.

rhys grins as she takes the flowers. he liked giving her flowers, and everything else about her. “nothin’! and you don’t need to get me things in return, don’t worry about that.” alright, unless it’s like, serious, rhys is not one that is good at keeping secrets. his heart is jumping with excitement. and, he gives it up. “i made us dinner! like, a real dinner–not some microwave shit.” val is so incredibly beautiful and it gives him that butterfly feeling, makes him so nervous. “uh, i hope salad is a good appetizer? i have all kinds of dressing…i didn’t know what kind you like. or if you like it at all–” okay, davidson, shut up.

              𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬      and in little to no time she’s found herself giggling,      hugging the flowers to her chest and crinkling her nose.      ❛❛      not some microwaved shit,      gotcha.      ❜❜      she teases with a nod.      pearly whites collect her lower lip  AS SHE ARCHES A BROW,      he may just be as nervous as her,      with all his rambling.      ❛❛      you’re in luck,      i’m not a very picky eater.      ❜❜      she takes a step forward,      closing the proximity between the two   only to stretch on the tips of her toes,      free hand puckering his lips and  PLANTING  a tender kiss.      ❛❛      you’re really cute,      you know that   ?      ❜❜

[honeycaged]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

          ‘     what   happened   to   ;   I DON’T GET ATTACHED   ?   sweet vee,   baby,   you   have   to   be   more   consistent.     ‘     the   vamp   is   as   SATISFIED   as   a   purring   kitten.   she   can   feel   the   other’s   WARMTH—   her   rage.   but   daisy   is   not   quite   done   YET.   and   she   sure   as   hell   doesn’t   OBEY   either.   she   hasn’t   even   REVEALED   the   fun   part.   BOLDLY,   unafraid,   daisy   ABUSES   the   proximity   between   them   to   ASSERT   herself    by   simply   tucking   a   strand   of   bright   hair   behind   the   young   woman’s   ear.   eyes   flutter   shut   for   a   moment,   lashes   tickling  cold   cheeks,     ‘     it’s   not   very   POLITE   to   talk   to   your   daddy’s   CO-OWNER   like   that.   you   are   his   EMPLOYEE   of   EXISTENCE   around   here,   correct   ?     ‘

           𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝? 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.      and for a while,      she thought daisy loved her back.      a shiver   UNFOLDS DOWN   her spine at even the faintest touch,      cold hands to match a frozen heart.      she doesn't hesitate to grab her wrist,      her grip tighter than ever.       ❛❛     you’re not funny.     ❜❜      and with that she   CARELESSLY    releases her grip,      shoving her hand away from her.

[honeycaged]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

          sara   almost   thinks   he   isn’t   PROCESSING   this   the   right   way.   then   again,   her   only   PAST   experience   with   heartbreak   had   to   do   with   death.   not   to   mention   val’s   breakups   were   nothing   but   weeks   worth   of   TEARS   and   HYPER SENSITIVITY.   plus—   BRIAN   was   far   too   mentally   evolved.   perhaps   he   swallowed   down   the   sadness   and   washed   it   down   with   flavored   corn   chips.   her   behavioral   analysis   class   did   say   EVERYONE REACTS DIFFERENTLY TO SUDDEN CHANGE.   the   blonde   responds   with   a   half   smile,   standing   up   and   placing   hands   on   her   hips,     ‘     where   to,   FRIEND   ?     ‘ 

          𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩      so he had to laugh.      ❛❛      traditionally,      after a break up,      you get to do   SOME STUFF  you’ve missed out on.      ❜❜      that stuff being getting   irresponsibly intoxicated   with someone   not advised.      ❛❛      and now that you and I can see each other  PAST SUNDOWN,      we can bully everyone AND  get drunk.      so what’d’you say    ?      ❜❜

[honeycaged]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

          she   turns,   FIERY   hair   slapping   as   it   swings   over   a   shoulder,   just   to   MATCH   the   dramatics   that   entered   the   building.   daisy   doesn’t   smile   but   the   THEATRICS   alone   make   her   WISH   she   could   DISPLAY   such   an   emotion   without   coming   off   as   CUTESY.   right   hand   raising—   but   not   in   SURRENDER,   daisy  waves   with   wiggling   fingers.          (     a   playful   but   not   so   genuine   taunt     )          the   redhead   cocks   her   head   and   arches   her   brow   in   the   classic   female   power   move   way,     ‘     VALERIE,   isn’t   it   ?   i   never   forget   a   face   !     ‘     or   vag   for   that   matter,   but   papa   bear   is   within   earshot   so   she’ll   just   RELISH   the   memory,     ‘     it’s   LOVELY   to   see   you   again.   you   look   as   DARLING   as   always.   is   that   a   new   colored   highlight   ?   how   did   you   know   that   was   my   FAVORITE   color   ?     ‘

             𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞      she certainly is now.      adrenaline skyrockets,      blood boils and she can feel the heat rise to her face.      ❛❛     fuck RIGHT off   why are you here,      daisy   ?     ❜❜      before the other could even part her lips to speak,      SHE BACK PEDDLES.      ❛❛      actually,      I don’t give a shit why you’re here.      you just need to leave.      ❜❜      personal space is thrown out the window,      she closes the space between the two,      getting in her face.      ❛❛      you're good at it anyway.      ❜❜

[honeycaged]

𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐭𝐦.

closed starter / @honeycaged

Listen, he has to do a candlelit dinner, that’s where you’re supposed to go after a couple dates. Plus, he doesn’t want her to think he’s one of those guys that don’t do anything. He’s framed it as a surprise, Valentina thinks they’re just hanging out, nothing special. Of course, in actuality he’s made his own pasta, cooked garlic bread, tossed salad, a whole meal. Strawberry shortcake for dessert. The telepath even picked up flowers, the same kind he asked her out with, he feels like that’ll make a nice touch. Rhys carefully timed everything so dinner would be perfectly fresh when she got there. He finishes lighting the candles right as he hears the doorbell. Perfect. The consultant gently take the flowers to the door, peeking through the hole in it to make sure it’s her before he pulls it open. “Hey.” He says, the brightest smile on his face. “I got you flowers.” Wait until she sees the kitchen. He’s not even hinting about the dinner, though he desperately wants to.

                𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬      to show off her curves,      she’s paired her outfit choice with nude kitten heels and a dark washed jean jacket.      NOTHING TOO FANCY   but not dull,      her definition of flirty casual.      she liked him,      she liked him a lot,      so she wanted to impress him every time he saw her.      she wants his heart to jump the way hers does.      kinda like it is right now,      her heart is practically beating out of her chest in anticipation.      immediately,      she’s greeted to flowers and SHE DOESN’T THINK TWICE to take them off his hands,      a bright red tint blossoming on the apples of her cheeks.       ❛❛      I -       what for  ?      I feel bad,      I didn’t get you anything in return,      rhy.      ❜❜

[honeycaged]

               𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤,      her dad hasn’t given her too much shit,      yet.      she was already in a mood   YOU CAN IMAGINE   how quick her face dropped when she swung the door open.      ❛❛      tell me you’re fucking kidding.      ❜❜      as cold   as her words are,      her heart is in her fucking ass.

                                                                   @forworry

[honeycaged]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

          her   throat   clears,   words   suddenly   becoming   a   RARE COMMODITY.   he’s   like   some   kind   of   sinful   temptation   wrapped   up   with   her   name   on   it.   she   nods,   jerkily   like   she’s   some   socially   awkward   freak   with   a   secret   SPEECH IMPEDIMENT.     ‘     n-no   !   of   course   not   !   i’d   NEVER   do   that   to   you.   if   we’re   being   honest   …     ‘     she   slides   a   little   away   from   his   warmth—   attempting   to   hide   the   APPROACHING    blush   of   high   cheeks,     ‘     i   think   the   CRUSH   is   a   good   thing.   she’s   been   IN LOVE   with   gregg   since   she   started.   maybe   you   can  help   her   move   on.     ‘     buuuut   …   i’ll   just   put   myself   between   you   two   and   if   there’s   CHEMISTRY,   you   just   whisper   and   i’ll   switch   seats.   all   i   ask   is   you   tell   me   EVERYTHING  she   says.     ‘     sandra   was   FUNNIER   than   TV.   emily’s   teasing,   though   EXAGGERATED   at   best,   was   meant   to   EASE   him   into   the   workplace.   everyone   may   have   been   WELCOMING   and   CHIPPER,   but   gregg   still   hadn’t   exactly   WARMED   up.     ‘     THAT IS—   if   you   don’t   have   someone   else   to   tag   along.     ‘     so   much   for   subtle intel.

                𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬,      even the thought is just  –      NOT FOR HIM.      nose crinkled,      he shakes his head.      ❛❛      I think i’m good,      ems.      maybe we can play matchmaker for gregg  ?      ❜❜      he may not pay attention to any of the office drama,      IT’S NOT EXACTLY HIS STYLE,      but gregg’s constant moping over this valentine dilemma is unavoidable.      sure,      not everyone was a fan of the holiday but it’s been months,      he should be able to put it to rest now.      he was in his head again but he snaps back quickly,      if he didn’t know any better he’d think she’s a little interested in him herself.      ❛❛      well I don’t know,      that depends.      are we supposed to bring dates    ?      ❜❜

[honeycaged]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬.

        if  there  was  one  thing  the  pair  could  agree  on  ,    it  was  the  fact  that  neither  of  them  were  thrilled  with  the  judge’s  decision  .    what  sort  of  lesson  would  they  really  learn  ?    grant  detested  this  arrangement  ,    hated  that  his  space  was  being  invaded  by  the  woman  .    he  wanted  her  OUT  of  his  apartment  ,    𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  ,    so  he  was  doing  his  best  to  remain  calm  .    he  couldn’t  help  but  roll  his  eyes  at  the  sight  of  her  wearing  his  clothes  ,    something  he  was  certain  was  a  mind  game  of  hers  .   ❝    the  only  thing  you’re  gonna  find  in  that  fridge  is  beer  and  take  out  ,   ❞    he  stated  ,    eyeing  the  female  carefully  .    grant  shrugged  in  response  to  her  question  .    as  far  as  he  was  concerned  ,    he  was  doing  just  fine  living  off  of  fruit  snacks  and  crackers  .    ❝    what’s  wrong  with  those  things  ?   i  think  i’ve  been  doing  a  great  job  at  surviving  so  far  .    ❞    her  opinion  didn’t  really  matter  to  him  ,    and  he  definitely  wasn’t  going  to  change  his  lifestyle  to  accommodate  her  .    ❝    you  mistake  me  for  someone  who  cares  .    if  my  clothes  bother  you  that  much  ,    why  don’t  you  move  out ?    it’ll  definitely  make my  life  easier  .    i’ll  get  all  the  money  and  we’ll  never  have  to  see  each  other  again  .    imagine  how great  that  would  be  .    ❞

           𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩,      head canting to the side.      ❛❛      what and   ABANDON  my husband  ?      what kind of woman do you take me for,      babe  ?      ❜❜      popping a few more fruit snacks in her mouth,      she chews and nods,      BROWS FURROWING TOGETHER.      ❛❛      you know,      my dearest husband.      ❜❜      she begins to approach him,      taking short strides to stand just below his nose,      looking upwards,      with a shit eating grin that practically screams  FUCK YOU.      ❛❛      I wonder what our marriage counselor would think of this  ?      I mean,      well,      me being the only thing trying to keep this beautiful,      BEAUTIFUL      marriage alive.      and you just being so   EAGER   to get me out of here.      you know what,      I think i’m starting to get a little more comfy here,      now that I think about it it’s not so bad.      ❜❜      she takes a glance over   her shoulder,      before this she saw  --      honestly,      to be fair   she thought she saw roaches   but NOW this just looks like an opportunity to burden him even further.      eyes lock on his once more,      cocking a brow.      ❛❛      so,      GRANT,      remind me,      which one of us isn’t gonna survive this   ?      ❜❜

[honeycaged]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬.

         𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦  ,    asked  for  more  clear  answers  ,   but  she  decided  against  that  ,   didn’t  want  to  push  him  to  talk  to  her  about  something  he  wasn’t  comfortable  with  .   ❝    okay  ,    a  week  ,    ❞    she  spoke  in  agreement  .    he  didn’t  need  to  thank  her  ,    she  was  happy  to  help  him  in  whatever  way  she  could  .    ❝    you’re  welcome  ,    ❞   she  stated  softly  ,    small  smile  spreading  across  her  lips  .    a  sigh  escaped  parted  brims  as  his  hand  came  into contact  with  hers  ,   an  action  she  was  familiar  with  ,    one  she  often  found  herself  missing  .    ❝   i  promise  i  won’t  tell  anyone  .    𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝  .    nobody  will  know  you’re  here  ,    don’t  worry  about  it  .    ❞

         𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦,      not giving nor receiving   BUT ESME CAME THE CLOSEST TO MUTUALITY.      the corners of his lips unfold and curl upward in a small smile,      something he hasn’t given anyone in quite some time.      she was different.      𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐢𝐫.      he was so undeserving of it.      why couldn’t she see him the way   EVERYONE ELSE did   ?      he’s destructive,    by nature.       clearing his throat,      he scratches the back of his neck.      ❛❛      hey,      think I can take a shower    ?      not that I expect you to keep anything of mine but you wouldn’t happen to have some of my um  --      ❜❜      clothes.      he stops in his tracks.      what a stupid question,      he should have never asked.      why would any girl in their right mind store their ex’s clothes  ?      ESPECIALLY   if that ex simply abandoned them without so much as a   warning   of even a goodbye.      it’s been a little over half a year,      he feels silly for even considering it.

[honeycaged]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬.

         all  he  was  trying  to  do  was  lend  a  helping  hand  to  a  stranger  who  was  clearly  in  need  of  it  .  of  course  ,    he  knew  that  most  people  were  taught  the  lesson  of  ‘  STRANGER  DANGER ’   which  would  easily  explain  her  reluctance  to  accept  his  offer  .   ❝    thank  you  for  thinking  i’m  cute  ,    but  ted  bundy  wasn’t  really  as  attractive  as  everyone  claims  he  was  .        ❞    he  was  amused  ,    she  was  pretty  funny  .    ❝    you’re  not  from  a  small  town  ,    are  you  ,  ma’am  ?    around  here  ,    we  all  just  help  each  other  out  .    ❞    he  chuckled  slightly  ,    shaking  his  head  .   ❝   you  don’t  have  to  accept  my  help  ,   but  i  can  promise  you  i’m  not  a  murderer  .    my  name’s  joshua  ,    𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧  .    are  you  sure  you  don’t  want  me  to  take  you  there  ?    ❞

           𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭    &    comfort zone,      she won’t tell him   WHERE SHE CAME FROM   but she’ll offer him a shake of her head,      eyes glued to him in case she needed to tackle any surprises on his end.      ❛❛      a murderer wouldn’t tell me they’re a mur  --      ❜❜      cue the subtle face palm and fingers drag downward before she throws her free hand up in defeat.      ❛❛      you know what,     fine.      got any credentials,      joshua  ?      any id whatsoever  ?      ❜❜      not that it would prove he’s not out to kill her but perhaps it’ll set her mind at ease to know he’s not lying about   WHO HE IS.

[oscar-piastri]

a small puppy (◕‿◕✿)

[honeycaged]

starter call .

[honeycaged]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

       she   frowns.   not   used   to   this   SOMBER   version   of   her   sour tongued   pal.   however,   she   plops   down   beside   him   and   opens   up   her   cell   ;   promptly   unfollowing   @GLOCKTASHA   and   deleting   the   DMs   that   had   arrived   in   SPARSE   but   effective   order.     (     I WILL FUCK U UP   /   IS HE WITH U ?   /   HE BETTER HAVE NOT CHEATED WITH U   /   U SNOW BUNNIES HAVE NO FUCKIN RESPECT HUH     )     natasha   is   angry.   rightfully   so,   you’ll   admit   to   yourself.   imagine   four   years   going   down   the   DRAIN.   that   must   be   how   methheads   feel.   you   bump   his   shoulder   with   yours,     ‘     done   and   done.   but   ONLY   because   you   claimed   ME   as   your   friend.     ‘    

            he won’t even look over his shoulder,      she’s earned his trust long ago,      he’ll take her word for it.      air blows from his nose,      lips squirm before they break into a smirk.      thumb brushes the center of bottom lip.      ❛❛      that’s right.      FRIEND.      ❜❜      and he sucks the dorito residue from his finger pad.      he manages to let out a chuckle,      in all fairness he hadn’t realized he used the word at first,      it’s quite amusing.      ❛❛      the dwarf won’t mind if I steal you for tonight.      ❜❜      it had intent of being a question but it was more of a statement cause he didn’t really give a shit how her counterpart felt.      a brow quirks and baby blues lock on hers,      oh man.

[honeycaged]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬.

        she  was  there  for  him  ,    because  that  was  who  she  was  ,    she  wasn’t  the  type  to  GIVE  UP  on  people  ,    𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦  ,   she  cared  about  him  ,    and  that  was  what  made  her  all  the  more  determined  to  help  .    ❝    you  stay  as  long  as  you  need  to  .    don’t  rush  getting  yourself  out  of  here  .    ❞    she’d  do  everything  she  could  for  him  ,    and  esme  was  sure  the  male  knew  that  much  to  be  true  .

           𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨.      he couldn’t risk having her caught in the crossfire.      she’s already exposed   to   TOO MUCH   just by his being there.      ❛❛      a week tops,    esme.      ❜❜      his voice is unyielding.      features begin to soften and eyes lock on hers.      ❛❛      thank you.      ❜❜      hand reaches out to lay atop hers,      swift motion allows his fingers to slip beneath hers,      caressing her knuckles with his thumb in to and fro motions.      ❛❛      just promise me you won’t tell anyone i’m here.      it’s not that I don’t want to be seen with you,    either.      ❜❜      actually,    that’s exactly what it is.      ❛❛      I really can’t explain but just promise me.      ❜❜

[honeycaged]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

         she   knows   better   but   even   HE   knows   she   can’t   help   herself.   the   girl   is   loud  proud   and   outspoken   as   possible   and   without   FAULT.   still,   she   remains   before   him   and   fishes   out   a   bag   of   COOL RANCH DORITOS.     a peace offering !  

         ‘     FINE—   but   full   disclosure   !!   you’re   EX   wants   to   KICK MY ASS.     ‘    

             zero hesitation,      the chips are already in his grasp.      ripping open the seal,      fingers dig into the bag.      ❛❛      not exactly shocking or new.      or even something you weren’t already aware of.      ❜❜      popping a dorito in his mouth   HE BEGINS   his munching,      brows furrow together.      ❛❛      i’m no one to tell you what to do and as much as i’d   personally love   to watch you beat someone’s ass,      i’m just gonna ask you,      𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝,      could you please ignore her?      ❜❜      and because he’s not an oblivious dumbass;      ❛❛      and unfollow her too.      ❜❜