Derek Hale first saw Stiles Stilinski on February 15th. They were both standing at the now discounted candy display at Target, Stiles grabbing all the heart shaped Reece’s and Derek the candy hearts (they don’t taste like plastic, shut up Laura).
He was mesmerized by the other man, from his disheveled hair to his hands, Derek was entranced. Even the way Stiles moved had a certain odd grace and charm to it, or it did until Stiles tripped into the shelf.
Boxes upon boxes of candy had rained down and Stiles had laughed, head thrown back as he did before he said, “Typical. St. Valentine is really out to get me.”
The laugh had sounded like music to Derek’s ears, but it also reminded him that he was openly staring at the man on the floor. He had offered his hand to help him up, which Stiles accepted and then introduced himself. The skin on skin contact was electric, Derek hadn’t let go once Stiles was standing, but then again neither had Stiles.
It has escalated from there, they ended up getting coffee at the local shop down the road, and then they ended up back at Stiles apartment where they spent several eventful hours in Stiles bedroom.
Derek hadn’t expected Stiles’ number, he hadn’t expected Stiles to want to see him again, so he was pleased when Stiles had taken Derek’s phone and put his number in before calling himself so he’d have Derek’s too.
When Derek had left the next morning he hadn’t expected Stiles to call for at least a few days, so when his phone rang before he was even home, he figured he had left something behind. When Stiles asked him to lunch Derek realized that nothing about Stiles was what he usually expected in other people.
The entire next year of Derek’s life felt like the best kind of whirlwind. Stiles was everything he didn’t know he wanted in a partner. He was funny and smart, he was an asshole and incredibly honest, he was a hot cup of coffee in the morning and cold pizza for dinner. Derek loved it, Derek loved him.
They skipped the whole Valentine’s celebration the following year, neither of them were really big fans of the day. Stiles ended up picking up a shift at the station and Derek babysat for Laura so she and Mike could have a night out.
The next day Stiles and Derek ended up at the same Target to get discounted candy, except this time when Stiles ended up on the ground it was because he was on one knee proposing to Derek and not because he tripped over his own feet.
It wasn’t a typical proposal, but then again, they weren’t a typical couple. They were so much more.
I adore your work! It's amazing. If you're still taking requests, could you do something where Betty gets a little tipsy and accidentally admits she likes juggie?? Is that dumb??? Lol
These ones are so fun to write! Thanks so much!
Okay, this wasn’t so bad. She kind of liked this.
Looking into Veronica’s expectant eyes, Betty smiled reaching for the brown, bubbly alcohol.
“Oh hell yeah! Betty Cooper slaying your dragons, one by one!”
The cold foamy liquid slid down her throat instantly warming her body from the inside out.
It didn’t taste bad, but it was not what she expected beer to taste like at all, it was a little too ..sour?
This wasn’t something Betty did on the regular, going out to wild parties and drinking with her best friends, but today had been a really rough day.
She needed this.
Closing her eyes and leaning against the counter of the blossoms kitchen, she could remember exactly what had put her in this mood .
Ginger Lopez and jughead jones.
That girl had been all over the mysterious moody boy and he just… let it happen. He didn’t try and stop her, he didn’t shove her away when she placed her hands all over his biceps, he didn’t even yell at her when she stole one of his fries at lunch, And in jugheads world? she assumed that was the closest he came to flirting.
So yeah she was frustrated, couldn’t he see how completely head over heels she was for him? She thought she was being obvious, always asking him to pops, running her hands through her hair, she even bought chocolate scented lip gloss, it was his favorite smell after all. But no. nothing. Instead he was gonna end up falling for ginger Lopez and all her fake lipped, leopard wearing glory.
She didn’t have anything against the highlighted brunette, sure she had filed a petition to get her kicked out of seventh grade for wearing a real fur coat, but that was for the animals, not for her. None the less the girl didn’t bother her.
But now.. Betty couldn’t stand to look at her.
She always met Jughead after school to walk home, unfortunately for her she caught him leaning against the bike racks talking to none other than the girl in question. She was batting her false lashes at him and practically devouring him with her eyes. The worst part of it all? He was smiling back at her. Needless to say, Betty turned right around, and made the walk home on her own today.
Pulling her phone out she noticed the four missed texts from Jughead
JUGGIE: where are you? Burgers at pops? My treat.
JUGGIE: missed you after school, did you have to stay after? Meet up later?
JUGGIE: Ron said you were going to the blossoms tonight, safe idea? Not really your scene.
Slamming her phone shut, she reached for another beer, having already downed two she could definitely feel the effect.
So Jughead didn’t want her? Fine. She was gonna have fun tonight, ginger could have him for all she cared.
Suddenly Kevin was by her side, handing her a bubbly pink wine cooler.
She grabbed it quickly taking a sip.
Oh that was good. Finishing it in less than a minute she reached for his, before he pulled it away
“Down girl, the night is young! Let’s dance!”
Forty minutes later , four more wine coolers and one steamy dance with Veronica, Betty was feeling more than a little wobbly.
As she made her way to the side of the room, she felt a hand grip her wrist, steadying her.
Whipping around she came nose to nose with jughead jones.
“Oh great, just the person I didn’t want to see.” She groaned.
Hurt flashed in his eyes for a quick second before it was replaced by anger, tugging her along he shouted over the music
“Come on we’re leaving.”
Ripping her wrist free , she shot him a glare
“I’m not going anywhere! I’m having fun.” She smiled doing a twirl.
“Fine have it your way.” Suddenly she was up and over jugheads shoulder, his hand on the back of her thighs holding her skirt down.
“WHAT?! PUT ME DOWN! FORSYTHE JONES! PUT ME DOWN!”
Finally she felt the cool breeze hit her face, and her feet touched the ground.
“Don’t make this difficult, we’re going home. Arch is driving Ronnie, but I figured we’d walk, you could use the air, maybe it’ll sober you up.” He looked dissapointed.
“Hey! You don’t get to look at me like that, you’re just a silly boy, a stupid silly boy.” She slurred
He shook his head, the confusion evident in his eyes
“Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that, so why don’t you tell me why you’re so upset that you had to go get drunk?”
She narrowed her eyes, wobbling a little in the pavement
“Like you don’t know, why are you even here juggie. I assumed you’d be cuddling your girlfriend right now.”
His eyes widened comically
“ my girlfriend?”
“Oh ginger, I love how your delicious lips taste just like plastic, oh that’s right they are plastic! Let me cuddly you in your rabbit coat. She’s an animal killer, did you know that juggie? I love animals, I would never wear one But you like her instead of me.” She pouted ,as he went to catch her before she fell
“Woah what are you even talking about? Ginger Lopez? You think I like ginger Lopez? Maybe you’re more drunk than I thought.” He gripped her by the shoulders
“Yes I am drunk. Yes I am very drunk. Am I lying? No. every one can see it Jughead, it’s fine I’ll just stare it you from afar like I’ve been doing for five months, you don’t even notice, you don’t even notice me.” She was crying now and every piece of jugheads heart broke, he grabbed her face, Hiding his wince at the alcohol on her breath
“I notice you bets, I notice everything about you.”
She leaned into his palm
“If you noticed you would have known, I was in love with you.”
His heart leapt out of his chest.
“Drunk words , sober thoughts and all that” she giggled.
He smiled softly
He loved her more than anything but he was not about to have this conversation, with the very tipsy blonde in front of him
“I love you too Betty, and we will discuss this further in the morning, when you’re head is throbbing and you want to bury your self in your bed forever. And that is your punishment.”
Really the bowling pack disappoints me not because it doesn’t have good stuff in it
but that the stuff is too good overall. Where’s my old dude with a mullet taking a power nap by the foosball table? Where are the mysterious stains on the blacklight reactive carpet, the cheese that tastes like plastic and the pizza that’s been sitting under a heat lamp for three hours? Where’s the crowded air hockey table where inevitably, someone takes a puck to the teeth? Where are the EXTRA CHEESY ARCADE GAMES, AND CLAW MACHINES THAT CHEAT YOU OUT OF YOUR HARD EARNED ALLOWANCE?
WHERE IS THE JUKEBOX, WHERE TEENAGERS REQUEST THE SAME SONG 12 TIMES, AND THEN A DIFFERENT SONG AFTER THOSE TWELVE TIMES ONE TIME, TO SEE IF THERE REALLY IS A SCENARIO IN WHICH A ROOM FULL OF BALDING ADULT MEN ARE HAPPY TO HEAR HOT MESS BY COBRA STARSHIP?!
come on EA, it’s like you’ve never once gone in an actual bowling alley.
Request: Anonymos asked: so the prompt for cassian is: person A beginning to doze off while person B is holding them. person B whispers “i’ll protect you” and person A tiredly mumbles “from what?” person B thinks for a moment and says “i don’t know. anything.“ your writing is magical, you are extraordinary
Pairing: Cassian x Reader
Cassian bounced his leg intermittently against the metallic floor of his U-Wing. “There is a 23%─” K2 closed its metallic mouth as Cassian narrowed his eyes at him and moved his head side to side. “We are here─”
He quickly took off his security belt and ran off to the door. Not caring if someone was on the way he made his way to the improvise infirmary on the middle of the deserted planet. Snow fell down softly against the sand colored tent.
People looked at him as he ran, his attire was not very adequate for this harsh weather. They shook their heads and continue on with their tasks. He opened the small tent and look around. “Where is she?”
“Captain Andor, I─”
He didn’t wait for any directions or an answer, he walked through the makeshift small room. “Sorry,” he murmured as he opened the wrong curtain of the room. He turned to his left where more beds were. Cassian passed his hand through his hair. He should have wai─ Cassian turned to his left, something in his gut told him she was behind that curtain.
Slowly he moved the curtain, “Y/N” he finally let out a breath. She was laying on the left side of her face. He grimaced and gripped his fist seeing the black eye that was contrasting against her complexion. There were clear signs of torture, an arm was resting on her stomach. The white sheet made the punctures of her arm stand out. Her other arm was hidden below the sheet.
Cassian took the small chair beside a small wooden table, he saw many crystal bottles with liquids of many different colors. He put his head on his hands. “I look like shit”
He gazed up and saw Y/N smiling at him. “I told you not to go”
Y/N rolled her eyes, she wanted to laugh but her ribs hurt. She put her hand over them. “Don’t make me laugh, Cassian” she tried to sit up but her body was sore─ being tortured for two days was not fun at all. She groaned as Cassian help her sit up. He carefully put another pillow behind her. “Thank you”
“I could’ve gone with you, I don─”
“It was a one-man mission, Andor. Besides, I got the information─” She stopped when Cassian glared at her. “Come on, I was just trying to prove I can do things on my own” Y/N stated looking at him. “I want to do something, being a desk decoding intercepted transmissions is boring”
“Y/N, this is clearly a sign; that you need to stay behind “Cassian stopped as Y/N looked down at her lacerated hands. “I know you’re capable of obtaining more information. But you need to be careful next time; you were lucky we had agents on that planet”
Y/N only nodded─ she knew he was right, she didn’t anticipate that the information was guarded by a small group of Stormtroopers. If she only had been more patient, maybe none of this should’ve happened. “I am sorry”
Cassian walked into Y/N’s room with K2 behind him. Y/N was bored looking down, she was recounting how many scratches she had on her hand. As soon as she saw them, she stood up from the bed and run up to them. “Take me out of here, I am bored”
Cassian pinched the bridge of his nose and pressed his lips. “Your foot” Y/N looked down─ her left foot was in a white cast. She looked up and gave a sheepish smile to Cassian and rubbed the back of her neck. “K2, take her to her bed again”
“No, Cassian; I am bored. Let’s take a walk outside, I had never seen snow in my entire life” Cassian shook his head and nodded at K2. Y/N as she was carried by K2 to her bed, she stuck her tongue out and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I hate you so much, Cassian Andor”
“Do you want─”
“I don’t want nothing coming from you, Andor,” Y/N said with a pout─ maybe she was acting childish but she didn’t care, she was tired and hungry. The food from this place tasted like plastic and looked like it. “You can go, I am going to be fine here”
“Let’s go K2”
Y/N bit her lip─ she was not going to ask him to stay. No way, she was the sick one here. “Don’t go”
Of course, her mouth and brain didn’t coordinate. Y/N felt a blush on her cheeks. “I meant, K2”
Y/N glared down at the cast on her foot. “You’re going to drill a hole on your foot”
She glanced up and saw Cassian with his arms across his chest looking at her. “Why are you so silent? I could’ve been changing my clothes” Y/N said as she blushed, she took the sheets from her bed and hid below. “Go away! Cassian”
“I’ll go then, the doctor said you could go but if you want to stay here be my guest”
Y/N quickly removed the covers from her body and stood up. “Let’s go before they regret their decision” she took his hand, Y/N frown when he didn’t move. “I am sorry, I was excited and─,” Cassian said nothing and walked away leaving her with a blush on her face.
“You’re so stupid, Y/N” Y/N mumbled to herself.
“Talking to yourself, Lieutenant. That’s a symptom of─”
“I was meditating, thank you and goodbye,” Y/N said and quickly ran─ well walked with that big thing on her foot. After some nurses gave her a big coat she exited the small tent. She narrowed her eyes, Cassian’s U-Wing stood in front of her. In theory, because the U-Wing was a few yards and snow was falling. A harsh wind closed down the curtain.
“Your husband said he’ll w catch his droid to carry you,” One of the nurses said to her as Y/N’s hand reached to touch the entrance curtain again. Y/N face turned crimson and looked back at the nurse. “Oh my! You’re running a fever, let me catch the doctor─”
“No, I am fine. He is not my husband… he is just a friend” Y/N said with a small smile.
“Oh, I thought he was since he was checking on you every day; he even told us to put you where you could see the falling snow”
Y/N was so much in thought she didn’t hear Cassian telling her they had arrived at Yavin 4. She was shaken out of her stupor when a hand was laid on her shoulder. “We are here” She only nodded and cursed under her breath─ that cast made it impossible to take off running to her small room or maybe run to the forest and never been seen again.
As she mumbled down to her left foot and hand was in her line of vision. “I’ll help you” Y/N looked up and saw Cassian. “K2─”
Y/N without thinking reached for his hand. “You let me fall and I will make sure your foot will be in the same position as mine” Cassian only nodded and help Y/N get up. “I can walk from─” she gasped as Cassian’s arm passed through her waist and she was lifted from the floor with easiness. “That was unnecessary Cassian” Y/N claimed as a blushed appeared on her cheeks.
Soon as they walked out of the U-Wing whistles reached her ears. She hid her face on Cassian’s chest. “Don’t say a thing” Cassian’s voice rumbled against her ear. All the sound was toned down.
There was no sound around them, but she didn’t dare to remove her head from his chest. His beating was making her sleepy. “What’s your code?”
“27889” She mumbled, Y/N was getting so comfy she was afraid she was going to fall asleep on his arms.
Y/N heard the whoosh of her opening door. A familiar rose scent hit her nostrils, the smell made her sleepy. Her eyes were closing, she was trying so hard─ but her lids felt like a ton of rocks.
“Y/N” Cassian whispered softly into her ear.
“Hm” Y/N responded as she cuddled more against his chest.
“We are here”
Y/N’s eyes opened, Cassian lost his balance as Y/N body jumped. And like in slow motion, Cassian fall flat on his back against her bed and Y/N hold to him like a child hugging its favorite stuffed animal. “I am sorry”
Y/N quickly stood up and looked down the floor. “I didn’t mean to do that”
“It’s fine” Cassian responded, Y/N dared to look up and saw a disappearing blush on Cassian’s cheeks. She rubbed her eyes for a few seconds but the blush was inexistent. “I should go─”
“Can you stay with me? It sounds weird but I─” Y/N took a few breaths and took tentative steps towards Cassian. “I can’t fall asleep during the day─” Cassian didn’t say anything just looked at her. Y/N blushed more as he gazed at her. “I know it was dumb from my part, I am just going to─”
Y/N wanted to scream like a little girl, she was in bed with the Cassian Andor for the love of the galaxy. She couldn’t even move, even though her leg was cramping─ she was not going to move, no. “You can move, you know”
Y/N glanced at him. “Shut up, Andor. I am trying to sleep here”
Cassian rolled his eyes and scooted over closer to Y/N. “What are you doing?”
“You were dozing off as I carry you, put your head on my chest,” Cassian said─ how could be so composed… she was a blushing mess and he was there with his cold façade telling her to put her head on his chest. “Y/N, you were the one that suggested this arrangement”
“I am going,” Y/N said shyly putting her head on his chest.
A few minutes of not moving, the silence engulfed them. There was an almost inaudible sound. Y/N’s slow breathing as her eyes started to shut down. Cassian smiled as Y/N mumbled something and tighten her grip on his waist.
“I’ll protect you” Cassian murmured against her hair.
“From what?” Y/N mumbled back, Cassian’s eyes widen; he thought that she had fallen sleep.
“I don’t know…” Cassian raised his hand and started to play with Y/N’s hair, it was soft as he had imagined. “Anything” he leaned down and kissed her hair. “As long I am alive, you’ll be safe with me”
(a/n) for the @tmntflashfic theme 011: april! takes place in the space pirates au! multichapter
Her world is dyed in red, and the spinning ruby luminaries dance across her too wide eyes, glossy and far away out into other galaxies; April hears only a faint buzzing in her head, and the ringing pierces her like the smoke in her eyes.
It’s wisps puff out in black plumes like chalk dust and ash, and the smooth swirls of smoke break apart but April isn’t really April because this isn’t real- she’s watching herself in warped time and bent reality where this is all just happening, where she is still, where Donnie is, in front of her, yelling.
He’s right here but she’s not, and April tries to take a breath just as her footing shifts; she can only stare at the hole of space ahead of her, past where Donnie screams, stumbling forward to her. She wants to tell him to stay away as sparks trickle from the ceiling to the floors around her but she can’t look away from those planets just beyond.
“-o Apr-! Go!”
April cuts her eyes away to the sound and her world- it comes colliding into place, into a kaleidoscope of blood and fire and smoke and sparks and stars, the sounds clashing into her. Senses heightening, April hears the alarms blaring and the canons and the screaming.
She looks back to find Donnie and he’s so close; he kisses her head.
“Donnie…wha-” she coughs and he kisses her forehead again, taking her sweat and soot with him.
She tries to ask him again, but he puts a mask on her, hands her his blaster and before he can grab her April starts screaming, kicking him away, “No…n-” the mask tastes like plastic air, tastes like dying and coming alive all at once in the moment Donatello shoves her into the pod, the glass sliding closed to separate them.
And April kicks it- the doors, the glass, the lock- choking on her saliva and snot and tears. “Donnie- no, no…No, Donnie lemme- let me out-!”
He says something through the glass and smiles, breathing fog onto the window, he traces the letters with shaking, bloodied fingers.
c u later k
And he points to the hole, to those stars and planets straight past him.
She gets lost in them, for a moment she’s not April and this is her glimpse at the possibility.
But those planets get further- and so does Donnie and the ship.
April tries to yell for him, but her breath is sucked away as she plummets away.
A cannon shoots through the center of the ship and it breaks apart, into a million shards of metal and crystal and fire and her pod flies through space, away from the flames that swallow themselves up, reflecting in her bright eyes until her breath is snatched again.
“Have you guys ever tried Murakami’s - or…anything besides pizza, algae and worms?” April raises her hand up eyes softly closed, “Mikey this is strictly rhetorical- I don’t wanna know. But I mean, c’mon pizza is not…life-”
Mikey gasps and falls over the side of the couch, “That’s waaaay harsh, sister…tell ‘er she’s dead wrong, Raph.”
Raph hits the punching bag, sending it swinging, and catches it against him, grinning at her, “Look, does it look like we have a diet problem, O’neil? Besides we don’t just eat pizza,” he says, steading the bag again.
“Yeah,” Mikey picks himself up, and starts sharpening knives for the fun of it, “We like…had pizza rolls a couple’a times so-”
April stops listening, even as Mikey keeps talking because she can’t hear a thing, her eyes going white- there’s a buzzing…a knocking she can’t-
April likes things that fly; she wants to believe she always had. Because things that flew- they were just so bizarre and wonderful. They were free, but weren’t really- they had compasses and maps and calculations in their hearts that led them back to wherever they just had to be.
She lays there, looking at the light and the sky, and the little flying thing that pecks and knocks at the glass of her pod.
“Morning…” April says out of a hoarse voice, throat sore and torn.
Leo would tell her to get away from it before she caught an infection or something; he was always worried about that kinda stuff. And remembering that brings a certain kind of pain, spreading through her chest. The thing flies away and April almost resents it for leaving her alone here.
She’s alone- she’s alone and her family isn’t here and the ship is gone and they’re too far away, they shouldn’t be that far from her- from here.
April gasps, forcing herself to take a breath and another, watching her breath fog up the cracked glass, and she watches it recede and dissolve and she counts how many time she breathes and she pinches her eyes closed and feels sick.
And suddenly the world- this world- seems to come alive around her, in front of her, above her, and April senses the life of it, listens to noise of it, letting the sensations flood back into her in technicolor. Everything is a blend of greens and blues and overgrown life; somewhere, very distant, is the sound of water hitting the rocks. And if April closes her eyes and undoes her tightened fingers, she can convince herself that in the sounds is her family.
But that’s meaningless now, she tells herself as she unjams the latch, stepping out (screaming as she smashes the rest of the glass with her- no…no it’s not her’s, this is donnie’s- blaster), sinking to her knees in the glowing soil. Because her family is dead, right with the best parts of her. And it’s just the worst thing ever- being trapped and alone and April hates herself for letting them spare her.
She presses her forehead against the pod, and thinks that Leo probably never gave the command a second thought- to have Donnie take her and shoot her into another sector. And he probably told them all to go, determined to go down swinging, but his brothers- Casey- they stayed anyway because that’s how things had to work. They didn’t know how else to work. And Donnie’s eyes- when he just knew that they all were going to be murdered and she was gonna be safe, his bloodied hand against the glass and Mikey stumbling behind him without an arm-
April heaves, dragging her head down the pod, curling inward.
“Oh...god-” she clenches her fist, her frizzy, curly red hair twining with her fingers, and she spit on the ground.
Mikey needs his arm, April thinks, dizzily, he’s their best shot. She tries to remember which one was missing, and if Raph was there too when something crawls up her thigh. Raph would hate that, April smiles shakily and turns, back against the side of the pod, and draws her knees up to her chest, looking out into the landscape.
She was under some kind of canopy, a blanket of interwoven plants with enough spaces for light to flood in, and crystallized rocks broke through the branches in certain places where the plants were black and purple and it was beautiful and it sucked because April hated it.
She grips the hilt of her Sulvarian blade, and carves a line into the pod.
There are no more flying things when April wakes next, nor is there light besides the neon luminaries in the soil, that trailed along the ground like paths- like stars, like galaxies, like all those wonderful things. When she steps down, they disappear under her gravity boots, and the little space around them.
The colors are nearly entrancing as they dance a little in the ground.
April looks around, finding everything unchanged in the darkness. She scouts out the land and finds no creatures, part of her wishing something would just jump out already and try to kill her so she could shoot it dead at her feet, eat something, and not feel so alone on this planet- waiting for something to rip her apart.
In the canopy above her, the plants rustle, almost catching april off guard. And she doesn’t mean to sound so bloodthirsty in her own consciousness, in her thoughts, but she was anxious and so afraid and she needed to fight- because that’s what they always did, to ward off the bad energy and the ugly, darker thoughts. They fought. She tightens her hand around the blade, the grooves in the hilt glowing along with the lines going up her suit, and despite the damage in it, April raises her hand to her face, carefully pressing into her temple until her cracked helmet slides out (halts a few times till she hits against it) encasing her face in a screen. And the world is tinted yellow, the words flashing across the screen, reflecting in April’s eyes as she read over the scans.
There is nothing here. Just plant life and fancy, glowing dirt and misery and bugs.
April groans, stashing her blade away, “Get it together O’neil- ‘s just a breeze…or some…thing.”
April is accustomed to fear, and she knows how to channel that into something fierce and hungry and a little overconfident, so she lets her bravado swell up a bit in the assurance that she had a blade, her blaster, technique and too much energy. And that this was a dying planet; the ooey tendrils of black on the branches and rocks that she presses her fingers against speak of its slow-burn death in little whispers as April begins to breathe, and feel the planet’s energy. She pushes deeper and deeper and deeper into the core, feeling the flutters of life trying and of some fight warring so greatly beneath the lull of warm glow in the nighttime and swaying plants. And further into the world, her third eye peers into why, pulling and stretching and yanking at the hidden things and their layers.
April reaches for the heart, as the tension builds up and something claws its way up to her and she’s close to it- can feel it ripping- when April is pulled from the sensations, and slammed to the ground, the lights dissipating from beneath her, spreading like lightning in jagged paths across the dirt.
April blinks away the blur in her vision, biting down from the way her bones and muscles pull tight and finds herself pinned between legs, her arm held down under someone’s knees.
And their eyes are so wide April almost loses her focus in girth them, deciphering the meaning in them. Her skin, concealed in the darkness holds hues of indigo, and absorb the fairy lights around them. And the sound of the nighttime become only their intertwining breaths, heavy and uneven; still, April doesn’t even think to grab her weapon because something like amazement keeps April beneath her- this alien of blue and dark purple and black woven hair that fell over her shoulders and hung in April’s face, those luminescent creatures spiraling up her braids.
Her curious wonderment makes April’s brows rut and, briefly, she wonders if this is the way she’s meant to die: horribly amazed by something so intricately beautiful and blinded that she couldn’t even foresee her own death. Qich would be a shame, April says in her thoughts, as the alien pulls out a metal spear from its holster behind her back, because April really did want to get to look at her for a lot more seconds or minutes (or hours or days).
But she prepares to die now and maybe find her family in the other plane of existence saying this is it, April. This is how you die. Now stop being so afraid of it; you should’ve been a better person! until the alien (warrior queen boss looking alien) proceeds to yell very loud- which doesn’t help the way April’s brain feels like it’s been set on fire and then stomped on several thousand times but- and jumps up from her, promptly stabbing, tackling and wrestling a huge, wild beast.
The display in and of itself was pretty damn remarkable as far as April was concerned, as she sat up, nit sure if running away would be best. And there are a billion things on her mind like: gosh you’re stunning kinda, or: hey so are we alone here, or even: would you happen to have a holomap on you by any chance- i may have lost my friends a few sectors back. But April’s throat won’t push the words out and every time she tries its jumbled and the alien, fresh from a kill with the creature’s blood dripping down her arms, looks at her with narrowing eyes and a complicated, unreadable kind of twist to her lips.
Then her lips move and April is back into her own skin, back into her senses.
And for the first time in too, too long- April is laughing, and it’s quiet and it rolls off her tongue like honey- so sweet and thick and rich she almost gags on it. The sound is almost foreign to her.
But another sound all the same, and just as strange to her, tickles her ears.
“X’vhkl? O…lft’zes. Lft’zes u wen’ju olkrsp?” she says, stepping till their distance is gone, leaning into April, cocking her head.
April stumbles back, mouth pulling into an awkward half grin, “Um…yes? No…no, okay. Look-”
“Svxtl,” she repeats, spreading her palm against April’s chest, her eyes lighting up, growing wide with an eager smile, “Jhanna…”
The marks in her skin begin to illuminate in soft blues as she smiles brighter, her hand still over April’s slow rising chest.
April, somehow unafraid, feels warmth spill into her, blossoming throughout her aching body and she can’t quite look away from her eyes, and that smile and that glow dusting parts of her skin that made Jhanna look very much like a constellation of all the most magnificent stars.
But god April was just so tired, and she would never try to explain the feeling before she sinks to the sparkling dirt.
The third time April wakes up she knows exactly what’s going on, she’s also pretty much done with this shit, and seriously just wants to tell, the universe it freaking won already and if this was some godawful, cruel punishment for agreeing to blow up Sibith’s capital federation building with Casey and Donnie then fine.
But her voice is still tight and it hurts to think and the alien (no, it’s jhanna now. which means they’re acquainted. which, in turn, means she wont kill april- basically. probably.) is standing over her, hair pulled back now, her lips parted in what just might have been a little concern.
“I had to absorb some of your energy to understand your language,” Jhanna says, conversationally and extends a hand, “I apologize- I became distracted.” she looks down at April, “But I will not kill you, if you are not convinced…”
April coughs, squinting up at her with what she hopes looks intimidating and pissed- because she is, “Well-” she grunts, pushing herself off the ground, “It may come as like- a total shocker but…you throwing me down, oh and drinking my energy-? Honestly, it’s not that convincing,” April grumbles, brushing the dirt from her face till it smears.
And Jhanna watches her- like she’s been watching her- cleaning off the blood on her spear with the sleeve of her skintight, very, very nice suit, looking a whole lot less eager than she did when she was sucking energy out of April but maybe they’re just both tired right now and the swell of heat that rises by the river they’re at doesn’t help, of course, and then there’s other factors April doesn’t give a shit about anymore.
“I did not intend to take that much-”
“Yeah well you kinda d-”
“Qildif!” Jhanna throws her spear down, taking a step closer, and April balls her fist to stop from flinching, “I could have left you to the Beirk when you nearly gave my position but I choose to- I saved your life-”
“I could have taken care of myself, thanks-”
Jhanna scoffs, arms crossing, fingers gripping her biceps, “You are an earthling-”
“I am not. An earthling! Ugh, god what is your problem?” April says, plucking dirt off her sleeves. She glares at her, cradling her sore arm, “I’m for sector 29G-17, only my memories of some stupid counterpart are from, Earth and the only people that would even began to get what I’m saying are probably- shit, I dunno- light years away from here or…and I’m not from Earth, alright? Jeez…”
And April doesn’t know why she cares or why any of this matters or why her eyes sting or why Jhanna’s face softens, her muscles relaxing as she kneels, gathering her spear.
“Well if you want to get back to your sector- there are only two ways off of Omatran,” she says, rewrapping the vines around middle, “Unless, of course, you wish to hijack a ship…”
April hides her small smiles from Jhanna’s knowing eyes that flicker over to her, studying the falter in her indignation before smiling coyly too, turning her attention back to wrapping her spear.
“Now,” she starts again, patiently, “The typical way any Omatran leaves this world is through the slave transport ships heading to Galamora- the next transport is at the end of this Drepton. Others…they fight the Omatran gladiators.” Jhanna pauses, lowering her weapon, laying it gently against the ground, “No one has made it out that way. It is…impossible.”
“Nothing’s impossible…” April says, in a low, quiet murmur like there’s nothing in this world but her- like she needs to know this. Jhanna breathes deeply, untying her hair, and April takes cautious steps to get near her, unsure if she should, and kneels beside her, “Nothing- Jhanna,” she says again, her fingers twitching.
“The Ulysses Crew doesn’t give up…that’s our motto- was…our-” her brow furrows as she holds emotion in, “A-and…nothing is impossible, okay?”
Jhanna’s lips tug into something small and and hopeful and that- is enough for April.
“We’ll get outta here- we’ll…steal a ship-”
“I cannot do that, I am afraid,” Jhanna sighs, lifting her eyes from the fire to April’s, “My people need this resistance- I must lead them into this.”
April drops the Beirk’s meat into the flames, pushing her frizzy hair behind her ears, scraping dry blood.
“Okay- so plan b, then.”
April is well acquainted with plan b’s (and c’s and d’s and f’s and-) and this, is no different, because she’s escaped other pirates and thieves and correctional facilities and planets and even her own, heavy, suffocating emotions- all to get back to her family. She’ll do it again and again and again until she’s there. With them.
She pretends she doesn’t notice the admiration in Jhanna’s stare, and fights the urge to grin confidently because she is confident- somehow. Somehow losing everything, or not knowing just how much you’ve lost- not knowing how much of that loss you can take- makes you wanna fight until you can’t breathe anymore, to get it all back. And April is still raw with loss and pain, and suppresses it when she can because she won’t feel this until she’s giving her last breath.
Jhanna pokes at the roasting meat, her gaze lost, “You are a good companion,” she says, barely above a whisper as she turns to April with a ghost of a smile, “And very talkative.”
With a gasping laugh that bursts out as naturally as anything she’s felt here- now- April shoves Jhanna, their heads falling back in brittle, bubbling laughter, their hair of different shades twining as the strands graced the neon lights in the blades of grass.
When Jhanna shoves back and April falls over on her side and doesn’t care that it kinda hurt a lot, a mutual understanding happens, to add to the fascination of each other’s differences and April knows that when she steps out of the world and embarks on her journey to find her family and their Ulysses- she wants Jhanna to be there with her.
April drags her blade through the shuttle pod for the third time.
The days were longer here, than in her sector, and the nights seemed even longer still. Jhanna slept a few hours, April definitely crashed for maybe five and in between shifts, when one would wake the other, they exchange small glances that said so many things.
In Jhanna’s eyes, before they closed and she would sleep, April saw trust and under the layers of trust, and conflict and sorrow and fear, is the soul of someone who needed another someone.
April thinks- and, god, maybe she’s crazy for it- somewhere, that she could be that another someone.
“Yes, Jhanna-” April shoots at a Trylthor soldier, imported from Trylth to round up the poor onto the ships, and watches the blast burst through him and burn a hole in the chest of the soldier behind him, “I can shoot- well trained, actually.”
The attack came suddenly, when both of them had drifted off to sleep under a canopy of falling, dying leaves, and well trained was most likely an overstatement compared to the way Jhanna twirled into battle flawlessly, gun in one hand and a spear in the other.
“Very well,” Jhanna shouts, over the blasts and ruins crumbling down into the water, and ducks, impaling another soldier’s neck, “A’iztc!” she cries throwing the body off of her an into two more guys that April kinda felt awful for, with the way their skulls hut against the rocks.
And more lasers and bullets graze her suit and blood splatters her the mask of her helmet but April charges in with a smirk and the bravado of a (hell yeah she was well trained and deadly and fearsome) warrior, slicing through the fleet of soldiers like second nature.
Out of the corner of her eyes she watches Jhanna take down the last of them, a burn in her shoulder through her jacket and wonders what Leo would say, or how proud Raph would be.
She almost stumbles, thinking.
She can’t think; that’s how people die.
She feels like dying, like killing like crying.
In the middle of the fray, Jhanna falls down and April goes red and then there’s nothing and she lets out the worst of her feelings.
When it’s all over, and when April feels like she can breathe, everyone is dead and there’s a head in her hands, eyes still open and unseeing- and she’s alone again.
Scratch that. She’s not.
Because now she has Jhanna.
They don’t know what to do with the bodies, so they let them rot and move on. April doesn’t know to where, really, and doesn’t care about the bodies either. The ground can have them now.
Jhanna tells April, as April’s fingers trace the burn on her shoulder, that she’s a warrior.
“You would fit well into my kingdom,” she laughs, weakly from blood loss, tilting her head a little, as April dabs water onto her wound, “Once this is all over- finally. I would like to appoint you.”
April grins, eyes fixated keenly on the marks and the rivulets of blood running down Jhanna’s back, making tracks of read into the grooves of her deep blue skin, “Sounds nice…”
They listen to the water rushing over more of the ruins that Jhanna stares at with a familiar pain, April watches them too.
“So you’re gonna be a queen or something, after you take down- what? Your dad? Mom?” April wrinkles her nose, freckles bunching up, and goes back to cleaning her burn.
“Moriah.” Jhanna plucks at the grass in a way that lets April know she’s so very young yet- they both are. And the realization hurts April, “I cannot explain to you what she has done to our kingdom- I do not understand myself but…she convinced the people that they were worthless if not wealthy- that the wealthy deserved something more than what our father gave. She is too young, too…foolish. My people turned to her blindly, even the poor.”
Jhanna shrugs, wincing slightly, and April listens.
“What could I do? They believed her and she gave them reason; she made alliance with the Galamora- and she sold our people…killed those who resisted…it was...horrible-” she clenches her fist, fingers closing around the tiny blades of withering, burnt grass.
Her pain, in her voice as it wavers from its otherwise steady dance through the words she spoke, is something powerful, and April flattens her hands on Jhanna’s good shoulder, unsure of the touch. She feels the rise and fall of her breaths, almost steady and rhythmic.
“Then I guess…we really can’t steal a ship huh?” April chuckles bitterly, and Jhanna’s shoulders shake with a laughter just a quiet and bitter.
“Perhaps not. Though I would enjoy sector 29G-17. I’ve never met a pirate- or anyone so skilled for that matter, that could take the head of a Trylthor.”
April shrugs, tucking her hair back, “Well congratulations, Jhanna- soon to be overlord or whatever of Omatron- you have met a pirate.” she flashes the alien a smile and falls back against the grass, staring up through the hole in the canopy, flashes of the night and the sparks and the gaping tear in space and Donnie’s eyes- and breathes, taking it in.
Jhanna eases beside her, laying in the patches, glaring up there too.
“The Ulysses Crew.” she says, turning to peer into April, “Do they value…life- of…others? Could they-”
She doesn’t need to finish and April knows they would. God, they would help her people in any way they could.
“Yeah,” she breathes, “They really freakin’ could…we just gotta find them.”
“Where are they?”
April watches transport ship fly overhead, warping into hyperspeed into distant galaxies, “I don’t know…the D’hbul…they found us- petty bet I don’t even know. Donnie…he pushed me into this pod- shot me out into space before the whole thing-” she unclenches her fingers puffing her cheeks and pushing breath out.
“Explosion…” Jhanna whispers, watching her people’s capture above them, “They are selfless- for how they saved you…”
And then it begins; April tells her all about them, and she can’t stop telling- and the stories, their stories, they bubble out from her in too fast words and a wavering voice overfilled with joy and regret.
She turns over to Jhanna, and sticks out her hand, tears pinched in the corner of her eyes when she presses a smile, “And by the way…” she says, seeing her own reflection in Jhanna’s bright eyes (she sees someone strong and emotional and full of a lot of crazy thing. she sees her trauma. and her fighting spirit. it’s her…), “I’m April.”
As we all know here in America the school lunches are a heaping load of shit and quite a joke to be honest. The portions they give us are never enough, it all tastes like they fished it out of a dumpster, and some of it has even been found to have mold on it so yeah I’m pretty convinced it actually was found in a dumpster.
There are limited options on what we are able to get and those options are even more limited when there is something we are unable to eat. I myself cannot eat fructose nor drink milk which is the default drink for school lunches here. One of my friends is a vegetarian and is constantly upset about the lack of options. The school doesn’t serve any vegan food to my knowledge aside from salad. Basically if any student has a need for something else besides what the school serves on a daily basis then they’re pretty much screwed.
I have decided it’s about fucking time we do something about this shit. I myself have decided to start protesting these crappy school lunches by bringing in my own lunches. Other people in my school have already started eating at the hospital across the street and some drive to restaurants and fast food places down the street.
Basically school lunch is shit. Don’t eat it. Don’t give the school your money at all. Bring in your own lunches or buy lunch somewhere else if you can. Spread this around. This shit really needs to change.
I’ve included some examples of some of my own and my friends gross school lunches under the cut. I was unfortunately unable to get any pictures of the sour milk my friends keep finding because I keep hearing about it after the fact of it happening. If I get more pictures I’ll definitely add them.
“Where’s an trash can-I need to hide this body.”
“I named my toe today Joey coincidentally five minutes later Joey betrayed me and got stubbed.”
“Ever violently poke your eyes with an pen by accident and repeat the mistake no just me trying to blind apparently.”
“So then my pen flew across the room and hit you entirely by accident but also it caught some serious air which is great.”
“My life accomplishment was eating an gallon of ice cream in under 10 minutes and barely feeling dead or sick.”
“This candy tastes kind of like plastic but yet it tastes alright.”
“Love is like an mystery bag of emotions roll the dice and scream in confusion at what you get.”
“There is many ways to fall off a bed during sex,laughing,being shoved and no my reason was I got too lazy so gravity got annoyed and pulled me down when I improvised grabbing something.”
“Gravity and I we have an misunderstanding and don’t get along.”
“I blame the universe yet that counts the stars,those jerks.”
“ I smell like death.”
J: (..) its like ten people in one apartment and they’ll play russe-songs* to get the mood right
MG: russe-songs is fucking pumped up like *mimmicks beat*
MH: ‘let us play a russe-song’ kinda?
MG: they do that on the parties I go to. The girls are totally crazy
J: it’s so often it’s not right with russe-songs where they play russe-songs. You get that, right?
MG: okay, then what do you wanna listen to?
J: I don’t know, if I’m going to a party i wanna listen to some hip-hop, like 90’ shit
MH: Nate Dog
J; yeah, Nate Dog!
MH: he’s awesome
MG: who’s Nate Dog?
J: “who’s Nate Dog”
MH: are you serious?
MG: I haven’t heard anything by Nate Dog
MH: do you know who Snoop Dog is?
J: what’s up, man?
I: nothing, I guess
J: nothing? Anything new with that Even guy?
I: no. Or… I got a new drawing.
J: a new drawing? What’s his deal?
I: I don’t know. He’s… all over the place.
MG: what are you talking about? Are you talking about Even?
MH: what’s going on between you two?
I: nothing’s going on. He’s got a girlfriend.
MG: and he’s also pansexual?
I: I don’t know
MG: and one more thing I’ve thought about sorry if it’s rude but homos, when they have sex. Who’s the guy and who’s the girl?
*J and MH sigh*
I: it’s funny that you ask because I was actually going to ask you the same question, when you have sex who’s the guy and who’s the girl? Then I remembered, you don’t have sex.
J: holy fuck, wow, where did that come from?
MG: it wasn’t that bad a question, was it? I was seriously curious about it
J: but completely honest, I feel as if you let him play you
I: play me?
J: like, he keeps it going but nothing happens, and he’s still dating that girl
I: yeah, but like I can’t control him
J: yeah you can! If you’re like, totally straight up. You send him a text like hey dude, stop with that stuff
I: “yo dude, stop with that stuff”
J: alright, maybe not that but… okay, stop texting me, call me when you’ve broken up with your girlfriend. Straight up. That’s what works.
MH: and if he really is interested he’ll get stressed. We’ve all been there
J: exactly. If you have a thing with a girl, or you wanna hook up with her, but you don’t want anything more,- relationship with her, but she sends you what’s up? I’m fucking tired of you not taking us seriously’ then you get serious at once, you’re not gonna fuck more with her
MG: just when they don’t answer your texts, like they’ve seen your text
J: yeah, but they’re just snakes. Girls who doesn’t… *keeps talking in background*
Text from Isak: hey, thanks for the drawing, but if you’re not interested in anything more just forget it. Call me when you’ve broken up with your girlfriend.
I: I just did it. I sense the text
J: no?! What? That’s not bad!
J: that surprised me
Text from Even:
What are you doing right now? Can we talk?
MG: was that him?
I: he answered ‘what are you doing right now, can we talk’
I: what am I going to answer?
MG: call him
J: no, don’t call him! Write: chilling at home
I: chilling at home?
MH: yeah that’s good
I: chilling at home, just call me
J: no, you want him to call you but you have to write it like you don’t want it. Understand? So just wrote 'chilling at home’, and done
I: chilling at home, smiley?
J: no! Chilling at home, done! No feelings, straight up
J: he will call
MG: check if it’s a bubble, like he’s writing something
I: no bubble, he won’t answer it’s just how he is
MH: he might be somewhere he can’t speak right now
MG: the beer wasn’t any good today
J: what are you drinking?
MG: tuborg glass. Tastes like plastic or something
J: is it all yeasted out? Oh! It was someone I know that know a guy that know a guy who put yeast in an apple juice box and he in his locker at school to make beer
MH: at school? Must’ve smelled awful
J: yeah that’s what he said, it smelled like shit
MH: he was probably going to party at school
MG: do you know him?
MH: what’s up, is people coming?
I: you’re my only friends I’ve got. It’s probably Eskild? He fucking forgets his keys all the… it’s Even
Guys: what, Even?
J: seriously, he’s here?
I: I’m not fucking around
MG: it’s Even, we say hi to Even, guys!
I: no! I’m not kidding, out!
MG: why can’t we meet Even?
I: “why can’t we meet Even”
MH: do you have my phone? I can’t find it
*all panick, talk at the same time as they gather their things*
I: go through the back!
MG: you’re wearing my shoe!
Sometimes when I’m feeding Nubby and he strikes and misses and bites the tongs, he doesn’t finish the feeding session anymore. It’s like he thinks the bug I tried to feed him tastes like plastic or he’s so embarrassed/angry he doesn’t want to keep eating…
It’s painful to realise that Dean is pretty okay with jailfood while Sam isn’t, probably because Dean always made sure Sam had the good food, the last piece of the better tasting burger, and Dean would get used to the burger tasting like plastic and the chicken dry and weird. The stuff is gross but Dean just got used to it as a kid.