#bbcu

THANK YOU MINE BELOVED. hits on both!

ANGER. from the birthday boy fic.

“You reject me. Mock me,” he offered flatly, without anger. “But I see so plainly that there is love in your heart.” 

“Ewww,” she whined in reply. “Ew,” she repeated, this time with such a shuddering forward heave that Joseph feared his shoes would soon be coated in a second layer of her vomit. “You — You fuckin’ out grossed me, okay? Fuck. You win. Won’t fuckin’ try it again. Ugh. Ew.”

STARE. from wildfire chapter 18.

It was late in the evening, she gathered, based on the sparseness of bodies, the few milling about marked with the tired eyes and watchful stares of soldiers standing guard.

THANK YOU VERBS ILY. they were all (more or less) hits, all on some deep cuts.

SCREECH. from the birthday boy fic.

“Heey, Mary May!”

She poured another, this time decidedly a triple, tossing it back in the hopes it would dull her senses as she ignored the screeching voice beckoning her.

“Hey! Maaary May!”

TWIRL. from an ancient pre-reaping au wip.

She considered the complimentary pen and notepad resting on the nightstand, reaching for the former and worrying with its top, bending the flimsy plastic clip back and forth until it snapped and caused the lid to fly across the room. She sighed, pressing the tip of the ballpoint into the pad of her thumb instead, letting ink smear there as she dug it into her finger before finally twirling it in her hand and pressing against the thin pages of the notepad to scribble.

GRIN. from. well. i’d rather not say.

I am rewatching it again and just before she is shot Blanc calls Helen by her name.

We don't know yet about the switcheroo.