#pinkxknifes

[archived-stories]

Pulls Darnell into a kiss

Darnell laughed in light amusement before their lips connected. One hand rested on the back of her neck, the other rested just above her waist as he reciprocated.

"You in a mood I take it, Ne?~" he asked softly, his tone playful.

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"the fuck, Darnell?!? Why the fuck would you let him off the hook?"

"Eh. Think he's been punished enough," Darnell replied simply with a shrug.

He then regarded Nene with a grin.

"'Sides... We'd miss 'im, let's be honest."

[shecallsbs]

╰─▸ @pinkxknifes sent ☝️ to tap on muse's shoulder, from this meme!

Lauren huffs as she hefts her suitcase into the trunk of her car, a thunk indicating it was where it needed to be. (Or close enough, anyway.)

There had been a week long business conference in Europe, and she'd gone along as a manager- which meant chasing after a gaggle of fully grown adults, watching Murphy's Law prove itself repeatedly, and holding an itinerary together with duct tape and safety pins. If it weren't for her luggage already being on the plane, she would've skipped the ride and opened a portal straight back across the ocean- no matter how draining that spell would've been.

There was no better thing she could imagine than a hot shower- heck, maybe she'd visit a spa with a jacuzzi. Her shoulders felt about as tightly knotted as a boy scout's training rope, and-

Said shoulders tighten more upon being tapped, and she all but whirls around- only to ease up when she sees a very, very pink figure.

"..Wh- Hello-" She hadn't meant to bristle as visibly as she had, and hoped the dullness to her voice dimmed any sort of instigation. It had been on her for not paying attention- she was supposed to be better at paying attention to her environment. And yet...

"Can I help you?"

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‘this is the end’ {Pico and/ or darnell}

Pico? Squirming in the headlock.

"Alright Ne, I think he's had enough, you win."

Hush Darnell. Let them wrestle it out-

[beemused-a]

@pinkxknifes asked: [ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears.

Grace  sniffles,  looking  up  through  her  tears  to  see  a  girl  she  knew  from  high  school  wiping  them  away.  Confused  and  slightly  embarrassed,  she  drags  her  knuckle  under  her  nose,  attempting  to  calm  herself  down  enough  to  talk.

❝S-Sorry,  um...  can  I  help  you  with  something?❞

[beemused-a]

@pinkxknifes asked: ❛ you're completely out of your element here, aren't you? ❜

      Blake  gives  a  sheepish  smile,  a  hand  rubbing  at  the  back  of  his  neck.

      ❝Eheheh... is  it  that  easy  to  tell...?❞

[spooky-jumpropes]

“A floating shopping list!” {Hewwo!}

Thanks for reading the rules! :D

[archived-stories]

“This is supposed to be a fuckin' party. You are supposed to dance, not sulk.” {Darnell or Pico plz}

"Yeah, dude, c'mon. Let loose a lil'!"

"Parties aren't my type of scene," Pico whispered back, "You both know this..."

"But dancin's always been yer thing. Remember all the scrapes we patched up from you practicin' yer break dancin'?"

"Darnell. We were kids."

"Twenty bucks that ya still got it, man."