a story in the works.

                                      A NEEDED SACRIFICE.

Fee gasped so loudly that he might have sucked all the air out of the room. “Did you just!?– How dare you insult Baeyonce like that!” He cried, sliding the laptop across the blanket towards him before falling back on the bed dramatically. “She slays! Hot sauce in my bag, swag!”

“My god... I didn’t even insult her. I just said I wanted Miku. Fee, you should know that I only like listen to my weeb music..?? Um? I’m so upset? I thought we were friends?” He grumbles out in a tone which made him sound like he was upset. He was. Only a bit but still. He took the laptop, and had opened it. “Yeah well if her name doesn’t end with Hatsune then honestly I don’t care.”

wrapping her pinky around his, she gave a big smile.

He can’t help to grin widely. She really does make him a better person! At least that was what it felt like. "Doing a pinkie promise makes it much more fun! Though I understand what you mean. Ah-- ah speaking of which Sally, we should really work on desu gakuen!! I’ve got so many character ideas!! ”

                   STUCK IN MY HEAD                        IT`S DRIVING ME NUTS

Fee whined, dropping his head back as the high-pitched noise tickled his throat. “Of course I write them! I just have a lot of stuff on my computer, okay!?” He defended, before his eyes lit up. “I’ll buy you that new Beyonce hoodie if you do!”

Rien sighed loudly, and grunted shortly after. “Yeah, I bet you do. I can only assume what all the crap you have on it is.” He wasn’t one to talk. All the stuff on his computer was images of his WAIFUS, and his shitty online games. “I don’t want a Beyonce hoodie-- Get me a Miku one. Now let me see your computer.”

❝ i’m so gay. ❞ ❝ fuck me up. ❞  ❝ hella. ❞  ❝ my anxiety ridden ass just wants some peace for once. ❞  ❝ i’m supposed to be doing an assignment but.. ❞  ❝ i’m such an aesthetic ho. ❞  ❝ look at these cute patoots! ❞ ❝ there’s space and lesbians, what more could you want? ❞  ❝ i’m here, i’m queer! ❞ ❝ none of your faves are cishet, bye. ❞  ❝ @ god why. ❞  ❝ get rekt. ❞  ❝ i am trash. ❞ 

❛ please don’t go. ❜ ❛ don’t turn around. ❜ ❛ eat my dust. ❜ ❛ suck my ass. ❜ ❛ what’s for dinner? ❜ ❛ drunk i’m not. ❜ ❛ where’s your coat? ❜ ❛ bring some beers. ❜ ❛ are you home? ❜ ❛ say my name. ❜ ❛ i can’t go.❜ ❛ i’d like none. ❜ ❛ well fuck me. ❜ ❛ are you sick? ❜ ❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜ ❛ you’re all wet. ❜ ❛ are you drunk? ❜ ❛ don’t look back. ❜ ❛ it says ‘positive’.❜ ❛ run far away.❜ ❛ you are screwed. ❜ ❛ damn it’s hot. ❜ ❛ get here easily? ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. ❜ ❛ it’s cold out. ❜ ❛ just leave me. ❜ ❛ i like you. ❜ ❛ talk to me. ❜

“I can’t find the rough draft of that article!… The one on how Donald Trump sucks!” Fee sniffled. “It’s like, important AF! Have you seen it!?”

“ ...Fee. You had one job! How could you have lost the rough draft? Don’t you type up your articles?” He sighs loudly. “If you don’t then looking for this will be such a pain! You’re definitely gonna owe me one...”