#ya fic

[chocolate-chip-sock-puppet]

"I miss you."

"Then dream of me tonight, darling."

[nouisgf]

“it’s weird how easily you can get to know someone by the traces they leave behind”

-the flatshare, beth o’leary

[helena-edge]

Expecting

Hi guys! This is the first half of a YA supernatural short story I wrote this week. Hope you like it!

“You’re spilling the coffee, babe.”

Agatha pointed a long, brown finger at the ceramic mug. Dark liquid overflowed past the rim and pooled onto the table of The Starlight Diner.

“What? Oh--!”

Ronald jerked the coffee pot away from his mug. A well-worn crease appeared between his brows as he reached for the napkins.

“Sorry,” he said, though it was not her lap that was soaked but his. He did that often—apologize when the need seemed far afield.

A habit of language, he had told her once.

Between the two of them the only apology was owed from her; she was the one who had blurted it out, without any preamble to ease her boyfriend into the fact that she was--

“Pregnant?” Ronald paused his wiping to flick his gaze towards her. 

The shock had worn off somewhat, but the width of his eyes could rival the dinner plates on which their evening meal had been served. The slight downturn of his lids had always prevented them from reaching the infantile nature of their light blue hue. More than once, Agatha had found herself wondering if melancholy dispositions could be pre-ordained by God. 

She held his questioning gaze, but didn’t respond. Her ears twitched at the unmistakable clip-clop of heels coming up behind them. A waitress. 

“More napkins, please,” she said, without bothering to turn her head.

“Sure thing, hon.”

Agatha caught a flash of blonde hair in her periphery. The golden locks had achieved the modern miracle of being both shiny and inextricably linked with grime at the same time. The same went for The Starlight Diner itself. Agatha smelled cigarette smoke on the waitress, but not on her breath. Her hair and her skin were the only things that wreaked. She didn’t care for tobacco, but someone she lived with was a heavy smoker.

The waitress sauntered through the swinging door to the kitchen. Her breast pocket rustled with about fifteen dollars in cash. The money could cover a pack of nicotine patches. She cared about this person enough to want them to quit. Agatha took a breath and called her senses back to focus. If she let them wander too far she would start picking up radio tunes from the cars zipping by on the overpass above the diner.

Focus. 

Ron was smiling.

“You’re happy?” The words slipped from Agatha’s mouth. Too loud. A few people at the counter turned their heads to look.

“Of course, I’m happy.” 

I’m the one who’s supposed to be glowing, Agatha thought wryly. 

“Baby, this is…I can’t believe…A father, I’m going to be a father.”

“You’re forgetting who the mother is, Ron,” Agatha spat, bitterness that had nothing to do with the coffee, rising in her throat.

Confusion brought Ronald back to earth.

“You.”

Such innocence in his voice, and yet the word condemned her like a knife to the heart. The metal fork she had been clutching collapsed in her hand like clay. 

Ronald noticed. He glanced out the window at the gibbous moon. It was waxing, nearly a full orb that competed with the blinding neon that decorated the windows for control over the night. Slowly, he reached across the table to take Agatha’s hand. With his thumb, he rubbed circles over the skin beneath her knuckles until her grip relaxed beneath his tender touch; the disfigured fork clattered to the table.  

“I suppose it’s getting near,” he said gently.

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You can read the rest on my website theangelshaveeyes.com

Thanks for reading!

[yeetorbeyoinked]

Any Recs for things that go from lighthearted/fluffy to dark and edgy?

Yay for escapist literature (also known as rereading books I liked in the ninth grade) and Honestly. I have not read/seen/heard of anything that comes even close to matching the level of this trope as achieved by the Gallagher Girls series. I’m open to tv shows, movies, books, comics, etc but just know my frame of reference is a book series that goes from 

~hee hee i like this cute boy but we can’t be together. I lie about having a cat named suzie ~~ in book 1 

to 

~I have severe memory loss because I was brutally tortured by a terrorist organization. I murder a guy with a gun I don’t remember picking up. I am brainwashed into committing suicide, and the only reason it doesn’t happen is because people catch me after I jump out a window.~~

so uhh please let me know anything you think i should check out!!

[charmed-asylum]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 4

Summary: Finn Cox had everything boy would ever dream of a hot cheerleader girlfriend, loved by everyone, and caption of his hockey team. So why is since Camille Dawson step into his life he starts to have second thoughts about everything

FYI: 1st week back to school. This part is short. Ever hear the saying quite before the storm well. Get ready because it is about to be a class five hurricane  Lets CHAT Get tag or Whatnot. If you are new catch up :)

✨ The Partners: Ch.1/ Ch.2/ Ch. 3 

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2014

The crowd called for him praising him like he was a god. Going nuts. It was the winter finale game they been undefeated all season and it was time. He rushed out to the ice and gave them a show skating around waving his hands up. He was only a freshman and on the varsity team for St. Cloud State University. He wears his black, red, and white with pride. Hockey his friends was his life and the girl of the week. Finn was the young man on the campus. It was his life. One he would never give up. 

The blood rushes down his forehead his mouth crunch harder onto the mouthpiece. He looks at his teammates as the captain told them the next play. It was Finn's big moment. It was up to him to get the point that could give them the win. BREAK He waited for tell. The bits of ice rush in his face as he rushed down to the goal. Fitting the enemy trying to steal his shine. As he took it he hit it in. The crowd scream in excitement. Others turn around to Finn on the ground screaming. Throwing the helmet off he screams as he tried to get up. Stumbling back down. Before blacking out he saw the scoreboard. THEY WON

FOUR MONTHS LATER 

He looked out at the gentle white snow. Hunch over missable. The doctor said it could be fixed but instead he was still wheeling himself around. ACL about gone damage due to years of playing. All his friends didn’t call him as much and he wasn’t getting much action like before. Him this smell room and his dad. 

“ Where you going anyway"  Finn said wheeling himself around following his dad. “I and a friend are going on our annual fishing trip. Every year I get one weekend Finn. To myself" dad said with a chuckle. Probably gonna share a tent with a dude and experiment “ You know I’m okay with that dude and dude stuff” Finn added trying to stop his dad. He turned to Finn and red face still chuckling. “ I ain't no... Finn, I’m gonna be on a big ass boat with rooms and shit that I don’t get here anymore. You know peace” dad said. Finn looks back at the phone ringing. Damn it. He wasn’t in the mood. Rolling back to his room he shut the door and watch his glory days.

It must have been months. No movement. Mad at the world. Unsure where everything when to Shit. Asking himself if there was a way out. Suddenly their movement out the doors of his room breaking him from his daily life is over. Finn was drench in the sour smell of beer stuck in bed. Slowly getting up he dragged his fingers to the door. Peeking out the door he sees his dad talking to someone. Could he be back yet from his trip Finn thought to himself? 

The voice has been popping in and out never a face. Yet it was a familiar voice. They were talking about everything including him. His father looks past the figure to Finn door. Rushing away from the door he rolls over and drops a big stack of trash. He quickly tries to fix everything and rush back to his bed. Full of pain. As he crouched over closing his eyes. He felt the light from the hallway hitting his back. A sweet perfume. Fresh. He tried to see if he could peek. But it was too dark. Soft whispers. Then a touch. One-touch. He could not resist so he slowly turned around to see the back of a girl. Who are you? 

Unable to sleep he kept thinking about the stranger with the sweet scent and soft touch. Dad was by the table looking at the yellow book. The last person he ever thought would be here but things had slowly changed in the past years. 

" Looks who up. Why are you out of the room. Need more painkillers. Use the crapper " dad asked with his reading glasses tip down. Finn smiles. "No, dad. Thought it finally time to come out. Test the waters. What are you doing" he says rolling next to him. He was in pain roll himself everywhere. " Think we should change doctors someone refers me to a better doctor. Also thinking therapy. They told me a good place. Next town. She always such a great big help" he says shaking his head hug grin on his face. Finn seeing his opening took it. "She. Do I know her" he asks grabbing an orange from the fruit bowl. 

Dad looks at Finn confuse then shakes his head yes. " Not supposed to tell you. Her words" he says getting up. Finn turns around to his dad. Who can it be? Rolling himself back and forth. "Come on. Tell me. I know her. Who an ex my old math teacher" he says. Making a cup of coffee dad shakes his head. " This is childish your childish. She has been always helping us and I can't even tell you. Because of you two history. Whatever that means. It's the Dawson girl. She has been lending a hand whenever I need it since your mom died" he replies and walks out the room with his coffee. Finn follows him to his bedroom cursing to himself as he pushes himself fast enough to catch up. " Dawson. You mean Camille Dawson. I haven't heard that name in years. What, why, huh" he starts to say. 

Dad looks at him and rolls his eyes. " She felt guilty about your mom. Something that wasn't her fault. Days after your mom's funeral she asks a favor for me. She talks to me to explain to me things. Help me see. Be better. Just simple things. Cook a few meals. You're favorite. Then after a while, she would check on us. When you got hurt sometimes she comes up a few weekends to help when I couldn’t. I should of drop kick you. Your mom was going to die and you know that. She asks to die that day. In peace. She saw we be fine. She saw that when you were with her. She saw how happy you could be. She was dying for a while but when she saw we could be ok. She let go into peace. She would be ashamed of you. Here. I told you what has been on my mind for a couple of years. Now I’m going to watch my sports and sleep" he said closing the door.

Finn was shocked. Lies, the truth. He tried not to think about her. It was like she was in a box that he put up away in the attic or at less that's what he wanted to believe. Rolling back and forth by the laptop trying to do something else. Keep the mind busy. "Fuck it". He spends hours checking up the years they last talk. The evolution after high school. The many pictures of her and friends, Will, and a boy who look just like him. She was at NYU. Now ending freshman year. Happy. She was happy. After that night he looks her page each night before he fell asleep.

There was a knock on his door. Is it her. The OxyContin must have been really working was it her or was he just imagine it. " Hey there. Stranger. Your dad out wanted me to check on you" she stops and fixing a few strings of his hair "you're going to make it" she says full of sympathy. Finn slowly opens his eyes. It was her sitting at the side of his bed silent.  Slowly getting up. " What are you doing here" he asks grabbing an old beer off his nightstand. She glances at him. That sweet smell. " Home for the break. Heard about you. Dad told me I should come by maybe help. How are you? Taking it easy. There was a lot of neighborhood talk about our rising star" she says opening an orange juice taking the beer out his hands and putting between her thighs. He said nothing just looks at her. She tents up and looks away. " Look. I don't judge or care. Just think you should know it's not over. You can walk again. Have the chance. Many dreams about that. You have friends and family. Supporting you I guess. Maybe even a child. Then again she always did cheat around even with people close to you" she stops and peaks back to him "In high school. Anyway. You give up and that's letting all those people win. You were always better at the buzzer. Your better then this Cox" she says and gets up to start to leave. He watches her. " How can you make it sound so simple. Get hurt right before my career can even start. My life was just starting. Life pretty much fucking over. Dawson" he spits out.

She turns around to him. "You been in here too long. In this room. Small four by four.  Going a little wallpaper crazy. That your funk is smelling better than your attitude. Looking like a nightly creature in the sunlight. Legs are going to work. Always practice gets better to get back in there for the second half. Maybe this is meant to be. Come back here. And think about what you want. At less think about it, not for you but your mom" she stops and brought his chair to the bed" Get in the chair. I am taking you for a short ride. Then you and your funk can come back and sit here and decay" she says looking at him. Her hands on her hips full of sass.

The ride was short. He was forced to go. Okay, ask very polity to wear blindfolds. After a while, she took them off. They were at the old oil mill. She locks his chair and starts to grab him out of it. For a small girl pushing 120 tops, she was strong. Helping him sit down on the ground. She sat next to him. Past them was lights then water. He never saw this spot before. It was actually beautiful even though it was dark. She glances at him then back at the view. " Only you. Cox. Only you. See out there. It's whatever you want. Nothing. Ok. Simply a joke to the town. Maybe a small job somewhere. Watch life pass by. You just in your chair rioting. Or change. Get past it. Get back and see pass those lights to the unending ocean whatever. It's up to you. Finn. I’m only here because your dad ask. And I would feel really guilty if I couldn't help. But I said yes" she says leaning back looking up at the stars.

He looks at her then at the view. Her phone begins to ring. Crap she mouths. She gradually finds her way up and answers it. She was gone for a few minutes. He turns around and watches her talking. Kicking the ground nodding her head. Coming back to him. She reaches out for his hands to go. Sitting down in the car. He looks at her. Then back away. " Thanks. For this. Tough love with a hint of kindness. Tomorrow would you come back. None of my friends come by plus my dad great but it is not the same" he said looking at her. She looks at him and starts to smile. Leaning she looks up at the stars. " I always wanted to travel adventure out from Alaska. On my own on my terms. Did with New York. Now. The phone call was from my school. Telling me I got in. Study abroad in Europe. For a year. I leave in a day. Back to New York. Have you ever went. Last I heard it was in your plan. Finn" she says. He looks away from her and shook his head no.  

She looks over, " You should. I love to show you. Give you the triangle experience" she says trying to cheer him up. Confused from what she meant he smiles at her. He begins to laugh. She hits him on the side. " Hey, it's a rare package Jimbo Finno. See first there the standard things to see. Which by the way to much for a day. I recommend the first time you should stay a week.  Then second is my favorite things that I personally think people should know about then you. I would do things I know you would personally like. Like. Going to Madison Square Garden for a game or ride by Long Island where this cool hockey exhibit is. The triangle experience" she says with jazz hands. Knock knock on the window. It was Finn's dad. She smiles and waves hi then talks to him a little. Getting out. He looks back at her. Watching him. "Hey. So you know things are going to get better. That place we went to was my place. I go there when I need new pear eyes. But now it can also be yours. You need it as bad or worst than me. Directions on your desk. A get a better gift if you will" she says. Once he got inside it was right on his desk. There was a note. From her. 

                         ✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

After that night. That unaware needed to slap into reality finally hot him. Finn started to give in. Maybe it was the urgency of dad. The simplicity of if you don’t you shit together then I’m gonna kick you numb ass. He would mumble to Finn every time he resists. Probably it was the fact of the matter it was an old friend not his father no him. Or maybe was that first video blog Camille mail to Finn in a care package.

With the months going by Finn started to go to community college. Then on his off time working with his dad in the office or going to therapy. What care he was not getting from therapy he got from the random hookups he did every night. Becky Stephanie Val Renee Heather Melody and so on and so one. Till it got to the point he had to write the name on his hand. Even with all those girls he still found me himself after some fun in the sheets watching her vlog looking at her social media. Will and his dad were close so that gave him all the gossip on her outside of social media.

“ Hey, dad do you mind if I talk to you” Finn said clenching onto his crutches. He nods and motions to come in. He was on the phone with a client. Finn is their top player. “ Didn't see last night. Another night out” dad said looking at Finn. Playing on his crutches he nods yes. “ So what is it, son. You need a ride to therapy today. Day off” dad ask. Finn turns one of the pictures over and looks at it.  Everyone at his brother's high graduation. Before they even knew there was an actual name for what his mom had.

“ I have been thinking. You said some time ago. Dawson spoke to you help you understand. I want to know what it is” Finn said passing the picture back. Dad sat back and look at the picture. A tear slowly drips down his cheek. His dad was a proud man proud men don’t cry. He taught him that. He taught every one of them that. “ She told me what I need to know. She introduced me to the man you were. The man I made and the one I could have made if I continue the way I did. Even told me the husband the father I was. She then asked me what part I wanted. Dam girl had me crying like a newborn baby. I didn’t care for a word until I realized she was right. I called her that night again crying feel I failed. I was asked by your wife a stranger to look after all of you. That weekend Will invited me out on our trip. Who thought all I ever needed was a friend” dad said with a chuckle.

A young girl with strawberry curly hair walks up to Finn as he was laying by the country club pool. Peeking up he smiled. He gets up and follows her into a men's bathroom. “ God my girlfriends are gonna die when I tell them I road the Finn Cox” strawberry said fixing her hair. Finn put his pants back up and yawned. Wasn't best sure was not the worst he had. “ Or don’t waste your time. Berry” Finn said looking down at his phone. The girl sat behind him and kiss his neck. “ Why don’t you put this down and let me entertain you a bit longer” the girl said kissing him across his neck and shoulders. Still, on his phone, he stops a video. “ How do you think this would taste like” Finn said showing her the phone. There was a toasted bun with fresh fruit beside it. She tossed it away then continue to kiss him rubbing her hand across his thigh. Flustered he tossed her off and show her again. “ It looks like shit” the girl said ignored. He smirked. “ Actually it’s pretty good. Looks good though I think it’s a Scottish dish. Hey huh, you think you can cook this. All the girls I asked said they can’t” Finn said watching the video again. “ How many people you show this shit too” the girl asked. Scratching his nose. “ So that’s a no. You think any bakeries would have it.” Finn asked. Upset at his manor she slapped him across his cheek and walk off. He looks at himself one good time in the mirror. Damn not again 

By the time he got home, there was a package for his dad from Camille. Fascinated by what could be intakes it inside. Sitting on his couch he grabs his keys and opens the package. Inside was a letter to dad, Birthday card for him, and a signed Jersey with a video for Finn. Grabbing up the jersey he walks back to his room and closes the door. It was a New York Ranger jersey with all the players' signatures. Pulling it up he grabs a hanger and puts it up on his shelf. 

Hey Finn. So I know I was just checking in on you. Just heading back to the states. You might be down so I decided to surprise you with a limited edition preview of the triangle experience. So we are at the MSG where yes the Ranger playing Tampa Bay Lightning. Two of what World Wide Web has said is a good show. I am here with Will he came by for the weekend say hi. A great game was able to get the teams to sign the jerseys said you a cancer kid. Remember you can do what changes the world in a better way. Bye Finno 

Fin lay down across his bed rewatch the video once more. She didn’t have to do it and maybe she was doing it for dad. Anyway, this video gave him an idea of something that might help him his dad and others. 

Pulling up to the local Polar Ice Box Fin grab his papers and his good tie. He was hoping his classes and work would help today. Something important for once and not so selfish. They didn’t come right away which was good because he was able to practice. He got his bill of health and he wanted to hit the comeback with a bang. For you mommy

The idea was simply a place for boys and girls to learn to be healthy and play hockey. It came to him years ago but it didn’t hit him till that package. He talks about his dad and Will to get some people together to want to help start the program. While it didn’t become a franchise as he went in with. They agree to give it a chance. A chance was all he needed. Just one.

[nightbloomsresorthotel]

JUPITER’S CURSE

An original short story about a girl named Jupiter, the demigod Narcissus, and a little bit of ghost-like possession.

Genre: fantasy, sci-fi, comedy

Tags: greek gods, possession, alcohol, supernatural, enemies to friends (ish)

Rating: T for language

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Jupiter stared into her glass. The bright lights in the club danced over her skin, turning it all sorts of colors. She felt wobbly. How much had she had to drink?

She stumbled when Maggie crashed into her, laughing.

“I’m twenty three!” She half yelled, half sang into her friends ear, “Nobody likes me! I’m having such a great time, Jupe! Dance with me!”

“Do you know how many drinks I’ve had?” She yelled back. She tried to keep her balance, but Maggie was dragging her towards the dance floor too fast. She spilled her drink. Her hand jerked wildly, clear liquid spilling onto the floor.

“Huh? I dunno, why?”

“I feel drunk,” she said, holding onto Maggie for support, “I have to go.”

“Woah, woah, woah, what, do you feel bad? Do you think somebody did something to your drink?”

“No, it’s not that. I can’t have more than a drink or two. I only had two, why do I feel so drunk?”

Maggie took the glass from her hand, sniffed it, took a sip. She made a face and coughed. “Ugh! Can’t you taste how strong this is? Did you drink the whole thing?”

Her heart dropped. “Is it really strong?”

“My throats still on fire.”

Shit. The bastard messed with her taste buds. Since when could he do that?

I’ve been hiding that trick for a while, said a smooth voice in her head, let me out!

Resisting the urge to clutch her head, she ran to the bathroom.

“I have to pee!” she yelled, hoping her friend wouldn’t follow her. Mercy of mercies, there wasn’t a line. She ducked in, latched the door, and clutched the bathroom sink, staring at her reflection.

Son of a bitch.

“You asshole,” she told her reflection, “You asshole!”

You know, botox doesn’t cost much. I’m not saying you need it but if it’s not broke, fix it before it is, right?

“God I hate you. I hate whatever it is I did that cursed me with you.”

She looked at the corners of her eyes in the mirror. She didn’t even have wrinkles.

Not yet, said the voice.

“I’m puking. Bye.”

The voice laughed. Too late for that! It’s already in your system, sweetheart. Don’t worry, i’m not gonna get a haircut like last time. I’m just gonna party and show Maggie what a good friend you are.

She couldn’t believe this. The sink jerked in her hands, and she gripped it tightly to avoid falling. She never should have ordered a drink. She should have—

“Oh calm down,” he said with her mouth. With her hand, he began to fix her lipstick. “You’ve been standing in the corner like a wallflower the whole time. Why do you think she dragged you out onto the dance floor? You were being a huge bore.”

Great. Now she was stuck inside her own mind, a prisoner for at least eight hours until either the  alcohol wore off or Narcissus got bored.

“Listen, it’s not exactly my idea of a fantastic time either. You think I want to be stuck inside the body of a twenty year old girl? I used to be gorgeous. And, to top it off, I can only come out when you’re drunk.”

Don’t even think of getting botox, or lip injections, or whatever! My face is fine, I like myself just the way I am.

“That’s a great outlook! And you should. I was only kidding about the botox anyway.”

Stop fixing my lipstick, it’s fine. You’re putting too much, my lips aren’t that big.

“It’s called over lining,” Narcissus said, finally capping the lipstick and slipping it inside her purse, “it’s supposed to make your lips more plump. You look great. I look great. Let’s party. Ooh, wait what’s this?”

Taking her hand out of the bag, Narcissus held her cellphone.

He looked in the mirror, met eyes of their reflection.

“Selfies!”

They spent a ridiculous amount of time taking selfies. Jupiter hated to admit it, but her lips really did look great. And for being a thousand year old demigod, Narcissus took amazing selfies.

At least she got a great profile pic out of tonight.

“See? I’m not that bad once you get to know me.” He said, opening the door. A girl rushed past them, and if Jupiter could, she would have blushed with embarrasment.

Jupiter scoffed. I don’t mind knowing you. I mind that I can’t control my body right now. Can’t you possess someone else?

Narcissus got another drink at the bar and paid for it. “If I could, believe me, I would. It’s only been a few weeks, give it some time. Dionysus’ curses usually last about three months anyway. I’ll be gone before you know it.”

Dionysus? You got cursed by Dionysus?

“Yeah,” he said, twirling a lock of hair around their finger, “Why else do you think this only happens when you’re drunk? He probably picked you because you never drink. If it weren't for your friend Maggie, I’d still be stuck in your head. I should thank her.”

Three months? They were stuck together for three whole months?

If Jupiter had control of her mouth, she would have cursed herself.

“Hey Jupe! Are you feeling better?” Maggie said, surprising them. Her birthday crown was askew, and they fixed it for her.

“I am! Now that i’m here. I mean, now that you’re here, birthday girl. Do you wanna dance?”

Maggie squealed, definitely tipsy, and led them to the dance floor.

Jupiter hated to admit it, but even stuck in her own mind, she had a good time. She could still see, hear, and feel everything that they did. And seeing her friend happy on her birthday made her happy.

See? Narcissus thought, I told you we’d show her a good time.

Yeah, Yeah, now hush. This is our favorite song.

Unfortunately for her, Narcissus kept drinking throughout the night. She wasn’t sure if it was because they were there, and he thought they might as well drink, or if he was trying to appease Dionysus somehow by consuming alcohol. Now that she knew he wasn’t thrilled by their predicament either, maybe he was doing all he could to undo it?

In the morning she woke up on Maggie’s bed, still in her party dress. She rose to get up and stopped, instantly regretting it when her head throbbed monstrously.

Sorry, that one’s my fault. They were good drinks.

“Ugh. They were.” she groaned.  

She tried again, tasting her own breath and wishing Narcissus had the foresight to brush their teeth before they passed out. She found her spare in the bathroom, and tried to be quiet while Maggie was still asleep.

“Look,” she said, toothpaste dripping from her mouth and falling in a foamy mess on the sink, “If we’re gonna be like this for another two months, we need some ground rules.”

Ugh, Narcissus said in her mind, rules are boring.

“Yeah, well, I don’t like that you’re scheming every night to get me drunk. So what about this,” she paused to rinse her mouth with water, and spat.

“Every Saturday, we can get drunk. You can come out, you can do what you want. But only one drink for you. I can’t keep waking up with headaches, I just can’t.”

Only every Saturday? That’s a whole week i’m stuck in here!

“Well I don’t like the idea of getting drunk every day! I’m the one that wakes up hungover, not you!”

Narcissus grumbled in her head. Okay, fine. But a week? That’s literally torture.

Jupiter crossed her arms, looking down at her reflection. “Take it or leave it. It’s either that, or you’re stuck in there for two months.”

Fine, it’s a deal. Every Saturday. But we’re getting drunk in the morning. That way, I get the whole day.

Jupiter didn’t like the idea of giving up her body for an entire 24 hours, but she supposed it was only fair. Narcissus would be stuck in her a whole week.

It was fair.

From the other side of the door, Jupiter could hear Maggie moving around.

“Jupe? Who are you talking to?”

“I’m calling the bank!” she lied quickly, “They have a phone tree.”

“Ugh, I hate those! Hey, let’s go get some breakfast. And some breakfast drinks.”

Hey, Jupe, Narcissus said, a smile in his voice. You have to. Because guess what day it is?

Jupiter groaned. She walked right into that one.

Today was Saturday.

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Photo Credits:

1. Amazon

2. Narcissus (Caravaggio)

3. neonteenscult on tumblr

4. Imgur

5. Maybelline, Via google

6. Tumlblr, via google 

7. Made by me in Gimp

8. Bacchus (Caravaggio) 

9. Via google

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🧡 Nice Try, Jane Sinner 🧡

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writeblr!

Hello  there! Tris here, with a new writeblr! I’ve been meaning to do this for some time, and I think this is how you do an intro. 

I write YA and play around in all sorts of fantasy and contemporary ideas, spend too much time with my WIPS and sometimes ignore grammar. I’m an incredibly shy person, but I’d love to get to know the people of this community. You can always stop by and chat!

Please reblog, because I’d love to follow you all as well!

i was inspired to start this blog by @crazybunchwriter, @jltillary, @christinawritesfiction, @roselinproductions, @boothewriter, and @brynwrites to name a few