#he makes my head spin like a spinny chair

[arminsumi]

i never rlly got over THIS gojo 🫠

[bratzforchris]

Inked Daisies (Chapter 5)

Summary: For the past year, you've been running the flower shop that's next door to your friend, Matt's, tattoo studio. But what happens when the feelings start to get more than friendly?

Read Chapter 4 here

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Matt x floristfem!reader

Warnings: Making out, suggestive acts and mentions (no actual smut), heartbreak, mentions of needles (piercing)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I'm sincerely sorry for the shitshow, dumpster fire from hell that this story is about to become 😇 Enjoy!

“How much would it cost me to get my nose pierced?” You asked Matt, spinning around in the spinny chair behind the counter of ThreeSixty Tattoo. “Do I get a friends and family discount?”

It had been a little over a month since the incident. Your relationship with Matt had been toeing the line consistently between friends and more. After the fight, you two had become closer, with you realizing that there was more to Matt than he let on, and with him realizing that he felt an almost magnetic pull to you. 

“Depends on how well you behave.” Matt didn’t tear his eyes from the design he was working on. 

“Will you pierce it now?” You wondered hopefully. 

Matt finally looked up, running a hand across his stubbled jaw as he looked at you. “Are you sure you want that?”

“Yes!” You leaped up out of the chair, heading over to the glass case that held the body jewelry and poring over the small, diamond studs. 

Matt shook his head with a chuckle, cursing the way the butterflies in his gut took flight at your cuteness. Your spontaneity was absolutely insane to him, but he was drawn to it. Despite his tattoos, nose ring, and six ear piercings, Matt was a rather indecisive person. He debated whether or not he wanted the tattoo or piercing for months. 

You pointed to a piece of jewelry inside the case. “I want that one.”

Before Matt could respond, you had crossed the room and sat yourself in one of the piercing chairs. The brunette wanted to argue, to say that maybe having someone you knew do your piercing wasn't a good idea, but he couldn’t find it in him to argue back. The light shining in your eyes, along with your small, happy dances as you waited were enough to get him to go to the ends of the earth for you. He shook his head, pulling out jewelry and carefully setting everything on a plastic tray, the way he would for any clients’ piercing. It was just because you were one of his best friends, he tried telling himself. That’s why he was giving you a spur of the moment piercing at eight pm on a Monday night. The only difference with this one was that there was no way he could fuck this one up. 

“What made you decide you randomly wanted your nose pierced?” Matt asked you, snapping on a pair of latex gloves. 

“Can I not just wanna be like my best friend?” You pouted adorably, looking up at him through your lashes. 

The blue-eyed boy gulped, trying to fight the blush creeping up his neck. “Who? Nick?”

“No silly,” You rolled your eyes, poking his stomach softly. “You.”

“I’m not your best friend.” he mumbled, wiping the skin around the piercing site with an alcohol pad. 

“But you are,” You insisted. “You really don’t give yourself enough credit, Matt.”

The brunette hummed, removing the piercing needle from the packaging and looking down at you. “Ready?”

You nodded eagerly, eyes carefully following Matt’s hand. He gave you a quick ‘1, 2, 3’ countdown, before expertly piercing your nose. You were surprised at how gentle Matt’s touch was, compared to the other piercers you’d had for your ear piercings in the past. Not to mention the fact that his light, gentle touch was a rather stark contrast to his gruff looks and demeanor. Before you knew it, Matt had inserted the jewelry and was handing you a hand mirror. 

“So, what do you think?”

“I think…” You smiled, turning your head from side-to-side and watching the way the small, diamond stud caught the light. “I think…I love it!” You squealed. 

Without thinking, you had thrown your arms around Matt’s neck, hugging him tightly. The brunette stumbled backwards slightly, shocking himself when his arms wrapped around your lower back tightly so you wouldn’t fall. 

“You really like it that much?” he asked, a shy smile on his face as he looked down into your eyes. 

“It looks perfect.” You hummed, a giggle escaping you. 

Matt didn’t know what possessed him to do it. Maybe it was the fact that all he had thought about since the fight that night was how much he longed to protect you. Or maybe it was the cute, overjoyed smile on your face at something as simple as a piercing. But really, he knew it went back further than that. It went back to the first time Chris had brought you home. He had been captivated by you; the way you were the exact opposite of himself in the best way possible, save for the way you also struggled to sleep, bringing the two of you together through art. 

Without thinking, Matt leaned down and kissed you. It was a kiss that held years’ worth of longing. The way that you didn’t even act surprised told Matt everything he needed to know. There had been so many signs leading up to the tension between you two, and until now, it was just a matter of who was going to break it first. 

As your legs wrapped around his waist, Matt cheekily slipped his hands under your ass, eliciting a moan from you. The blue-eyed boy used this as leverage to slip his tongue into your own mouth, meeting yours as a soft ‘hello’, rather than fighting for dominance. Your hands tangled in the soft curls at the nape of Matt’s neck as he kissed you, trying to show him all of the feelings you had been hiding (and denying) for so long. 

The brunette backed up against one of the piercing chairs, sitting down with you in his lap. “That was…wow,” he whispered. “I hope that was…what you wanted?” he asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as a blush crept up his face. 

“Shhhh,” You pressed a finger to Matt’s lips. “Less talking, more kissing. We have about eight years of romantic tension to catch up with.”

Matt chuckled at how bubbly you were, even in a moment like this. You never failed to speak your mind, and that was what drew him to you. You were just authentically you. “Mmmm, I better get to work, then.”

And with that, Matt’s kisses took off in a new direction. Gone were the sweet, gentle, and slightly unsure gestures from just a moment prior. Matt began to devour you like a man starved, sloppy, wet sounds echoing around the tattoo studio as he made out with you. The only pauses in his kissing were to slide his hands up under the silk of your pink blouse, blue eyes meeting your own. 

“Goddamn,” he whispered. “I love that nose piercing. Always gonna have a reminder that I did that, huh?”

You nodded, shifting yourself on his lap, which only drew a small whimper out of you. Matt chuckled, pulling you closer to himself and beginning to kiss you again, hands fiddling with the clasp of your bra. Both of you were so caught up in the moment, in the makeout, in each other that you didn’t hear the small bell above the shop’s door ring, oblivious to the person behind you. 

“...am I interrupting something?” Chris asked with an awkward cough. 

If it was possible for a human’s face to show every emotion, the youngest triplet at that moment would’ve been the perfect example. He looked smaller than normal, dejectedly holding a takeout bag from the local Greek restaurant down the street. Everything from shock to anger was clear on his face as he stood there. 

“Shit,” You cursed at the same time that Matt murmured a rushed “fuck”. You quickly moved off of each other, awkwardly adjusting your clothes and fighting both of your blushes. “It’s not what it looks like…” You suggested in a manner that seemed like a terrible lie. 

“No. I got what it looks like,” Chris dropped the bag onto the reception desk with a thud. “How long have you two been linking up behind me and Nick’s back?”

You gulped, the thought of what you and Matt making out could do to your friend group just now crossing your mind. Matt stepped forward, arms crossed over his chest, looking Chris up and down. 

“That was the first time, bro. I swear. We didn’t even…y’know. Why the fuck do you care anyway?”

“Why do I care?” Chris asked, a sarcastic sneer on his face. “Oh gee, I dunno, Matt! Maybe because I just found you essentially tongue fucking my best friend?”

“I wasn’t tongue fucking her!” Matt shot back. “We kissed, Chris. Stop being dramatic.”

Without another word, Chris turned on his heel, slamming the shop door behind him. You and Matt were both frozen in place, the events of the last fifteen minutes entirely too much to process. Never, in all your years of friendship, had either of you seen Chris truly angry. There had been times where his temper got the best of him, or where he would act angry towards his brothers for fun, but there was never a moment where he was anything less than bubbly. 

“I should probably go…” You mumbled, digging your bus pass out of your tote bag to avoid meeting Matt’s eyes. 

“Yeah…” Matt had turned his back to you, cleaning up the mess from your earlier piercing to keep his hands busy and his emotions at bay. 

Normally, it would’ve taken you at least fifteen minutes to say goodbye to your friends, whether or not they were with their brothers. This time though, you immediately fled the shop, heading towards the bus station on the corner. You should’ve thought about the consequences of kissing your best friend’s brother in a public area, especially when said friend had 24/7 access to that area. You should’ve kept your feelings for Matt shoved down in the dark pit of your emotions where they belonged. 

You watched as Matt’s sleek, black car drove past the bus stop. The driver’s side window rolled down and Matt slowed to a stop, like he wanted to say something, but nevertheless, he shook his head, rolled up the window, and peeled off down the street. You didn’t even want to think about the damage that the past 45 minutes had caused to not only your friendship with Chris, but with the other two triplets as well. The bus pulled up your stop, and just like every other night, you were the sole passenger at this one. You sat down in a seat near the back, sliding your headphones on and leaning back against the headrest. Maybe if you closed your eyes hard enough and let your music sweep you away, all of this would just disappear into a far-off dream. 

You would talk to Chris eventually. You knew that stumbling in on you and Matt making out when he had just stopped by to deliver dinner was not the ideal way to find out that your brother and your best friend had feelings for each other. You wouldn’t lose him, not like this. That boy had been there for you more than anyone you had ever known. From your parents' rather messy divorce to your dreams of starting your own flower shop, Chris had been there for you. He was your biggest supporter, cheerleader, and fan of all time. 

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[synthleeius]

drunken antics

a bitch is BACCKK🙏 i remember writing the start of this fic before i had this blog omg

lee!venti

ler!aether

Aether hummed, his feet moving to the pace of the city. Friday nights in Mondstadt were especially busy, and even though it was half past 11, various lights and lanterns kept the village lit as people made their way around the place for personal needs and what not. His floating travel companion had tapped out this time, claiming she was too tired to go out on any favours.

The honorary knight walked down the paths near Flora's flower store set up, eventually reaching the lower levels of Mondstadt near the tavern. Glancing at the barrels in front, he quickly decided that going in for a few hello’s wouldn’t be too bad. With a quiet bell chime, the Angels Share noise set into his ears. With tables full and bard playing a lyre at the back. It set a nice ambiance, as he walked up to the ba-

“Traveller! Wha- *hic* Are you doing here?”

recognising the high pitched voice. He turned to meet the eyes of Mondstadt’s famous bard. Venti quickly spinned the chair around and stumbled off. Though, immediately falling into his dear friend wasn't quite what he was trying to do. But it didn't matter, he wrapped his arms around the knight tightly as Aether tried to pull him up to prevent him from falling.

“Ehe~! Aether..*hic* where.. Where have you beenn~? I haven- *hic* seen you in Mon- Monstadt for like.. ever. ehe..” he slightly rambled, huffing as the traveller finally stabilised his stance. “Venti.. who let you get this drunk?”

“I’m not drrun- drunk! jus- *hic* just happyyy~ ehehe.. Aether i'm all spinny.. you- can you pass my me-.. wait.. me my drink? yeah..” He giggled out, whining as aether threw their hand over his shoulder and led his arm around to their’s. “Come on, let's get you home okay?”

Venti gasped loudly, though not to be looked at twice with all the commotion in the tavern. “Whaaat? no!- nonono.. I still.. need to drink the rest..! Ae- tther.. pleasee? ill tell you a secret if you do!” he insisted, leaning over to the others ear and cupping his hands around his mouth as he spoke-

“I’m.. actually Barbatos. shhh.. you can't tell aannybody okay? its a secre- a secret.” He took his hands away and looked into his eyes waiting for a reaction. Aether couldn’t help but laugh a bit, faking a surprised expression. “Wow, really?” he gasped, his voice dripping in sarcasm. He reached into his back pocket and slipped a couple mora bills under the half filled glass. But knowing Venti, that wouldn’t be nearly enough to cover his tab. Poor master Diluc...

“ye- *hic* yeah! I'm like.. alot old. what's the word.. chemistry?” he mumbled, in deep thought. Which is probably why he didn't notice when Aether slowly led him out the tavern and got his own teapot out, because archons know where Venti spends his nights.

“Cen.. centuries! Yeah.. yeah that- that's the word. it means like.. centurie- oh! that was fast.. you're a fast walker..” he slurred his words, leaning his head on Aether’s shoulder.. “I’ll take you to bed, come on.” he insisted softly, leading him up the stairs and into his bedroom. Within seconds of noticing the bed, he tilted his head up all the way and reached out to it only for his arm to slump back down lazily.

Aether complied, sitting him up on the bed and reaching over to the side table to get a bottle of water. “..you- you're not gonna make me drink that. right?”

….

“..right?”

with a loud groan Venti flopped onto his back and turned away. “Nooo- sont- dont make *hic* -make me..”

“Come on, if you don’t drink this now you're gonna feel especially sick in the morning. Trust me, it's not fun..” he shuttered slightly, remembering the feeling of a particularly bad hangover.

“I don’t care! you- you're bad! you're a bad bad man Aether- you're the worst! i'm not- *hic!* touching your weird, clear, tasteless drink!!”

Aether sighed, setting the bottle back. “..You're drinking it, whether you like it or not. And if it means I have to take some drastic measures, so be it." He said, a serious facade on his face.

The drunkard bard seemingly taking it seriously had wide eyes and a small smile as he spoke;“Huh?! dr- *hic!* drastic! what are you gon- AH! Aethther! dohont- dohohnt yohou dahahare!”

In a swift motion, Aether hand gently moved his hands to scribble across Venti’s upper ribs, giggling softly along with him.

“Oh, I do dare. You know how to make it stop Venti~” The traveller smiled softly, his hands skilfully scratching in between the little bones all the way down to his waist. Venti dug his head into the mattress, kicking his feet out behind him as he squirmed. “ahahE!- noho! Ihi dohon’t wahahant to! goHo awahay!” His hands pressed into the mattress with all the strength he could muster up while like this (Which in all honesty wasnt alot, especially for an archon..) , his wide smile on display.

“Awh, Venti.. Has anyone ever told you that you have a very pretty smile?” He said softly, his fingers massaging into the other’s waist over the lazily tied corset. Venti let out a loud hiccup in between his giggling, shaking his head left to right. “eheno! stohhop teheasing meheee!”

Aether chuckled with a gentle tone in his voice, blunt nails dragging down to where his hips met his thighs, digging in between. “Oh, but I would never tease you, wouldn't even dream of it, Venti.”

Okay, now he was definitely teasing..

Venti’s legs continued kicking, his hands shot up at Aether’s shoulders with a tight grip. “What, you don't like it here? Right here?” The blonde spoke, scribbling his fingers along his lower hips.

“Aehetherrrr~! ihi am- I aham a archon!”

“Yeah, a very giggly one in your case.”

“Aham nohot!” He argued back even through the said giggles, denying any sort of claims. “A drunk one?” Aether counter-offered, his hands travelling down to squish at the sides of his thighs.

“Nohot druhunk! juhust hahappy! I alreheady said that, I thi- wahait wait!” He repeated his phrase from earlier before jolting, his knees trying to curl up to his chest. “What, hm? You're gonna drink some water now?” He asked, fingertips momentarily stilling but continuing to rest on the spot.

“Waihit- juhust wahait..” He insisted, letting out soft breathy giggles as he caught his breath. “Thahats- thats not fair.”

“Ihits not fair?” The traveller repeated, a slight laugh of his own leaving his lips. “And why is that?”

“Because- behecause I have my things on! And thats- its soho bad, so you can’t.” He explained drunkenly, a hand pulling at his own tights to give further example.

“Oh I can’t?” He pressed his finger pads into the small diamonds on the patterned tights, enlightening a giggly gasp from the other. “Are you sure I can’t?”

“..No.” Venti mumbled, a soft squeal escaping his throat when he felt the hands suddenly attach themselves onto his knees and squeeze.

“You're so stubborn, just give upp~ I need to get you to bed, yknow.” Aether shrugged, talking like he was completely oblivious to what he was doing.

Venti didn’t reply, maybe a few babbles about how ‘he wasn’t a baby’, which the blonde simply countered with the reminder that he had his head thrown back because he was just that childishly ticklish. He honestly had never seen him shut up so quickly.. he's definitely gonna use this for blackmail.

“Okahay okay!” He exclaimed dramatically inbetween his squeals, “Stohop, ihim gohonna die!”

“Dramatic, but okay.” He chuckled, rubbing the left over tingles away. “You're done with your little tantrum? You’ll drink it?”

“..I want apple juice.”

“I’ll take it.”

[svechnikovvv]

wildest dreams

pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader

warnings: just general profanity, but if there’s anything, let me know (:

summary: a week with trevor alone can lead to much more

a/n: in a recent fan interaction, trevor said his favorite taylor swift song is wildest dreams, so i wanted to do something based off of that. his spotify wrapped top artist is also taylor swift, so i mean, c'mon. no proofreading because we die like men. also wanted to say i have a christmas band concert coming up and i’ve been putting off practice to finish this for you all 🫶🏻

masterlist: here

he said, “let’s get out of this town

drive out of the city, away from the crowd”

i hear my phone buzzing on my nightstand and i ignore it and for a brief moment, it stops. then it starts buzzing again and i groan, looking to see who’s calling me. i see trevor’s name on the screen and i answer.

“hello?” i ask, voice groggy with sleep

“unlock your door” is all he says before hanging up

“wha-” i get out of the warmth of my bed and make my way down the hall to the front door. i unlock the locks and sure enough, trevor is standing there with his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. he looks up at the sound of the door opening and a small smile graces his face when he sees me.

“trev, why the hell did you wake me up?” he slides by me and into my aparment.

“yeah, just make yourself at home,” i grumble to myself, shutting and locking the door back. trevor makes himself comfortable on my couch and i lean against the only recliner in my living space.

“come with me,” he blurts out, finally looking up at me with hopeful eyes.

“go where?” he shrugs

“wherever. i just want to get away”

“you do know it’s 2 in the morning right?” i take a seat on the recliner and he nods at my question.

“then why do you want to just up and leave? can't this wait until morning?” he plays around with his fingers. a habit i’ve noticed he does. he’s anxious.

“there’s just so much going on here and i need a break.”

“but why do you want me to go?”

“i figured you could use a break, too. and besides, you’re my bestfriend.” right. bestfriend.

“hypothetically, let’s say i agree. how long are you planning on being away?”

“i was thinking a week. maybe?” he scratches the back of his neck and awaits my answer.

“you already have a suitcase packed in your trunk, don’t you?” he smiles at me

“you know me so well, y/n” i sigh and stand up, heading to my room. he follows suit and when we’re in my room, he takes a seat at the spinny-chair by my desk. i walk over to my closet and grab out my suitcase and plop it on my bed, unzipping it. for a minute, trevor sits there and watches me as i pack the clothes i’ll need.

then when i take a glance behind me at him, he’s spinning around. a small smile makes its way onto my face and i turn back to my suitcase.

“don’t spin too much, z. you’ll get dizzy” he stops at my words and goes back to watching me.

“did you pack that green dress?” i furrow my brows and look at him.

“it’s late fall. why do i need a dress?” he shrugs

“what if we want to go to dinner?” i roll my eyes and head to my closet, pulling out the exact dress he’s talking about. i set it aside, knowing i’d have to hang it up in his car so it won’t wrinkle.

“nice hoodie,” he says and i furrow my brows then look down at one of his hockey hoodies that i stole.

“you gave it to me one day and never asked for it back. so i just kept it” i see his face go a bit red and i go back to packing.

once i was done packing my clothes and shoes (which was only a pair of heels and my converse), i grab one of my tote bags hanging up and pack everything else. like my keys, wallet, etc. once that was done, i unplug my charger and grab my favorite blanket to use in the car. trevor insists on taking my luggage and we make our way to his car.

he sets my things in the trunk alongside his and i quickly hang up the dress on the hook above the door on the passenger side.

once trevor and i got situated in the car, which included seat warmers on max power and heat on, we were on the road. i laid my seat back just a little and cozied into my blanket.

“have you thought of a destination yet?”

“i was thinking my hometown?”

“you’re the one driving, not me.” he chuckles and i start to doze off. maybe an hour later, i'm being gently shaken awake.

“y/nnnnnnn” i hear a soft voice call out and i start to wake up a bit from my amazing nap.

“jesus?” i hear the person laugh and i open my eyes and adjust them to the harsh lights. i see trevor crouching in front of me and it appears that we’ve stopped at a gas station.

“there she is. hey sleepyhead” he has a soft and genuine smile on his face and i’m sure i look rough.

“what are we doing?” i croak out and he stands up, holding out a hand for me to take. i push my blanket off of me and the cold, boston air immediately hits me, but i take his hand nonetheless.

“figured we should make a pit stop. you know, get some snacks and i gotta refill the tank.” i nod and we head inside the gas station. i drop trevor’s hand and make my way over to the drinks and grab two gatorades. i scan up and down the aisles and grab a bag of blue doritos and chocolate covered pretzels. because who doesn't love them?

i then feel two hands place themselves on my waist and if i didn't smell trevor's familiar cologne, i would've panicked.

"you ready to check out?" i nod

"shit! i left my wallet in the car. can you hold my stuff while i go get it?" i go to walk away but trevor stops me.

"i'll pay for it" he says without a concern in the world.

"no no. i can't possibly make you do that, trev" he shrugs

"just pay me back when we get in the car" i huff out a fine and we head to the counter and the cashier rings up our items. trevor then pays for his gas and we head back to the car. i take the bag of snacks and slide back into the warmth of the car. i reach into the backseat and grab my tote bag and pull my wallet out of it. trevor finally finishes pumping the gas and slides back into the driver's seat.

"you gonna knock out again?" he asks me, a playful smile on his face. i just shrug.

"maybe. but here," i hold out the money to him and he shakes his head no.

"but you-"

"it was a trick so i could pay for you" i shake my head and figured i'd just put the money into his wallet when he wasn't looking. we're back on the road and i get warm under my blanket again, thus resulting in me taking another nap.

another hour later and i’m shaken awake again.

“y/n, hey. we’re here” i crack my eyes open and look at trevor and he has a big smile on his face. we’re outside of a hotel and trevor takes our luggage inside as i follow suit, blanket wrapped around me and all. when we got to our room, i see there’s only one bed but i could care less about that right now. i wanted to sleep.

i walk over to the bed and fall onto it, closing my eyes.

“still tired?”

“you woke me up at 2am, of course i’m tired” he laughs and sits beside me at the edge of the bed. he pushes a stray hair out of my face and smiles down at me.

“you get some sleep. okay? i’m gonna be right here if you need me.” i nod my head as trevor gets up and sits on the other side of the bed. i hear the tv click on and i doze back off again after that.

i thought, “heaven can’t help me now”

nothing lasts forever

but this is gonna take me down

spending a week alone with trevor was as difficult as i expected it to be. everyday we spent together, the more my feelings for him grew. and we had to share a bed? what is this, a nicholas sparks movie?

as much as i tried to shove those feelings away, a part of me liked this little trip. the selfish part of me. the part of me that got used to waking up entangled with trevor every morning. the part of me that loved his simple forehead kisses he’d give me. but every now and then, it’s okay to be selfish. so i cherished every moment, every passing glance, every touch with him. because nothing lasts forever.

i knew that, when we went back to boston, things would go back to normal. and i dreaded that moment so much. trevor zegras was my weakness.

he’s so tall and handsome as hell

he’s so bad, but he does it so well

i can see the end as it begins

my one condition is…

there was no denying that trevor was a sight for sore eyes. any room he stepped in, he had heads turning to look at him. some even giving him a double-take. pretty sure that one time when we were out, someone stopped him to ask him if he was a model.

don’t get me started on his attitude. he had a way of convincing me to do things with him. like one time, we stole a keg from some frat party. and nobody, to this day, suspects it was him because he doesn’t really talk to any of the frat guys. how we got away with it is still a mystery to me.

i knew that, on that night, things were going to get messy for me. that night is the night i realized how i truly felt for trevor. the fog was no longer there and the skies were crystal clear now. i was falling hard for trevor and i’m afraid he doesn’t reciprocate.

they always say you miss the shots you don’t take, but for now, i think i’ll be a benchwarmer. until i get some liquid courage, i’ll be on the sidelines. i did, however, make a promise to myself.

don’t get too attached.

say you remember me

standing in a nice dress

staring at the sunset, babe

red lips and rosy cheeks

say you’ll see me again

even if it’s just in your

wildest dreams, ah, ha

wildest dreams, ah, ha

i was afraid for this week to end. every rule i set for myself was out the window. i was only setting myself up for failure by agreeing to go with him on this trip. we would be together for a week and then after it was over, we’d go back to how things were.

i will admit though, as much as i hate the emotions i’m feeling, trevor planned some nice things. i’m glad i ended up packing that dress.

***

i was sitting on the hotel bed, clicking through channels when trevor sent me a text.

be ready in 30

oh, and wear that green dress (;

i set my phone down and smile, shaking my head. I walk over to the closet and grab the green dress hanging up, slipping it off the hooks of the hanger. i head into the bathroom, changing into it. once that was done, i just applied some mascara and lip gloss, keeping it light and simple, but still elegant. i pop in the earrings my grandmother passed down to me, as well as her ring and a necklace. all that was left was my heels.

i sit down on the edge of the bed and struggle to get the heels on. after many failed attempts though, they were strapped and i stand up. walking back into the bathroom, i look at my reflection in the mirror and softly smile. not often did i get dolled up, but when i did, i felt amazing.

i walk back into the room and just in time to see trevor walk through the door. when he looks at me, he goes quiet. his eyes take in all of me and he walks towards me, so that we're less than a foot apart from each other.

"y/n, you look... wow. i- wow." i chuckle softly and start to walk to the door.

"come on" he snaps out of his trance and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together. we walk down the hallway and step into the elevator. he turns to face me.

"i do mean it. you look amazing" i give him a smile

"you don't look too bad either, zegras" he laughs and my heart melts. i always love when he smiles or laughs because his eyes crinkle. the satisfaction of being the one who made him laugh is a major reward. the elevator door then opens and we step off, preparing ourselves for the harsh new york air that's awaiting for us.

we successfully make it to his car and heat is immediately turned on.

"aux is all yours tonight," he shoots me a wink and backs out of the parking lot. i hook my phone up and pick a song i knew would get a reaction out of him. the faint tune of you belong with me starts to play through the car speakers and trevor gasps. he then turns the volume up some more and i laugh. he starts to sing along as he drives.

"come on, sing with me, y/n!" the chorus starts to play and i join in singing.

"if you could see that i"m the one who understands you, been here all along so why can't you seeeeee you belong with meeeee. you belong with me!" we both shout together and i only wish trevor can pick up on the hint i'm dropping by playing this. i'm brought out of my thoughts by the music being turned down and i look over at trevor. he never turns down taylor swift.

"hey, what's going on in that pretty mind of yours?" i look over at him and he's focusing on the road.

"nothing too important. it'll resolve itsellf" he absentmindedly nods and then i get out of my spunk and turn the radio back up.

"ready for the next song?" i ask and he nods

"hit me with your best shot, l/n" love story starts to play and he laughs.

"i love this song!" i knew he did. it's why i played it. he then starts to belch out his lungs, word for word and i just watch with a smile on my face. he looks at me and his smile widens.

"what?" i shake my head

"you're something else, trev" the smile is still on his face as he looks back at the road, still singing along.

"he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, 'marry me juliet, you'll never have to be alone. i love you and that's all i really know. i talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress, it's a love story baby just say yes'!" he continues to sing along as i watch with amusement and when the song ends, another one starts. the perks of queing songs.

we continue to sing taylor swift songs and then we finally arrive at the restaurant. it's a nice, hole-in-the-wall place. trevor then rushes around to my door and opens it, holding out his hand.

"m'lady" i take his hand

"why thank you, kind sir" i laugh and then we head to the restaurant.

after trevor and i stuffed ourselves to the brim, he had somewhere to take me. he said he "knew a spot." he wasn't wrong. trevor pulled into a clearing that overlooked the small town and the sun was setting perfectly against the scenery. i stand near the edge of the drop-off and just take in everything with admiration. a shiver then goes through my body and trevor speaks up from behind me.

"cold?" i nod and he walks off to the car, grabbing something, then coming back. i feel something warm drape over my shoulders and i melt into it. it was his suit jacket. i slip my arms through the sleeves and wrap it around myself.

the headlights of trevors car shining on us and the faint sounds of night changes by one direction playing in the back really set the scene. i turn my attention from the sunset to look at trevor to see him already looking at me. he has a soft smile on his face and it makes me smile.

"why are you looking at me like that you goof?" i laugh and his smile grows wider, if that's even possible. he holds out his hand.

"may i have this dance?" i nod and take his hand in mine. we sway to the music and i want to capture this moment and keep it frozen in time.

***

i smile at the faint memory. i hope he treasures that moment as much as i do.

i said, "no one has to know what we do"

his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

and his voice is a familiar sound

nothin' lasts forever

but this is gettin' good now

i was in the midst of cooking myself dinner when i hear three knocks at my door.

"just a second!" i call out, washing my hands. i then walk over and open my door and see trevor standing there.

"trevor, what are you doing here?" i furrow my brows and he places a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

"i was expecting more enthusiasm from you, y/n" i roll my eyes and he walks in like always.

"mmm. something smells good"

"yeah, i was in the middle of making dinner" he takes a seat on my couch and i go back to cooking.

"whatcha making?" he asks as he turns the tv on, flipping through channels.

"first, tell me what brings your unannounced visit. not another road trip, is it?" he briefly looks at me before looking back at the tv.

"can't i just come see my favorite person ever?" i shrug even though he can't see me.

"i suppose you can" i hear his footsteps making their way over and i look behind me to see him sitting on the small counter i have. he starts to kick his legs back and forth as he watches me move around my small kitchen.

"now, what're you making?"

"chicken alfredo" i say and his face lights up

"yes, you can stay for dinner" he does a small victory dance and i laugh. he continues to talk to me while i cook, and when i'm done, he makes himself a plate. the next action was so quick, it caught me off-guard. he places a kiss on my forehead, thanking me for dinner, and takes a seat at the small table i have, digging into his food. i stand there processing the action before i make myself a plate as well, joining him at the table. we eat in silence for a few minutes before trevor speaks up.

"mom says she wants you to come back again" i laugh and look at him

"already?" he nods

"i swear she loves you more than me. hell, even ava and griffin miss you" i smile

"they just can't resist the y/n charm" he rolls his eyes playfully before taking another bite of his food.

"she says you're welcome there anytime"

"will keep that in mind" we continue to converse and when we're done eating, we go sit on the couch. i watch whatever trevor puts on tv, and we watch it in silence for a good while before he's the first to break the silence yet again.

"y/n, there actually was a reason i came here today" he pauses the movie and i look at him. he's looking at his feet and i can tell he's anxious.

"trev, you can tell me anything. okay?" he looks at me before looking back at his feet, nodding.

"there was a reason i asked you to accompany me last week" i sit up and turn my body to face him. my silence is enough for him to continue. he then faces me and finally looks me in the eyes. i don't think i've ever seen him this serious in a while and i'm curious as to what he's going to say.

"y/n, i like you," he pauses. "scratch that. i'm in love with you. i asked you to come with me last week because i can't get enough of you. i couldn't possibly imagine spending a week away from you. i thought that a week away with you would be a hint to show you how i felt, because everybody says actions speak louder than words, but nothing happened. so here i am, pouring my heart out to you."

out of everything i was expecting, it wasn't that. i'm at a loss of words and i can see the doubt filling his eyes. he starts to stand up.

"thank you for dinner." he starts to leave but i finally figure out how to talk.

"trevor," he turns to look at me. "you didn't give me a chance to talk" is all i say before he's seated back in front of me.

"trevor, i've fallen for you, and i've fallen hard. i thought that you didn't feel the same way back. i kept telling myself that i shouldn't get attached because after that one week with you was over, that's all it would be. over. nothing would happen. and for a second, i thought i was right. but now you're here telling me you feel the same? i don't know how to react. i'm happy, over-the-moon, elated, whatever other adjective there is." a smile as big as the cheshire cat's graces his face and he places both his hands on either side of my face.

"can i?" i nod and he gives me a kiss that is nothing short of amazing. the kiss you hear about in books and see in movies. we then pull away and he rests his forehead on mine.

"i can't tell you how happy you make me," he softly whispers, bringing a smile to my face.

trevor ended up staying the night with me. not thinking much of it, i let him use the hoodie i stole of his and some men’s grey sweatpants i thrifted. he discarded his previous clothes somewhere in my room. we fell asleep facing each other as he ran his hand through my hair.

however, the next morning, i woke to someone knocking on my door. i sleepily make my way to the door, seeing who it is before opening it. when i see that it’s my bestfriend, i open the doors and am immediately hit with the harsh sunlight. i squint my eyes at her and she laughs.

“morning sleepyhead”

“hey, why are you here so early?” she holds out a bag

“early christmas present since i’m about to hit the road home for the break” i take the bag from her and just my luck, trevor decides to wake up.

“y/n?” he calls out from my room and my bestfriend gives me a look.

“you had someone over last night?” i nod and she gasps. “you whore!” i shush her and then i hear footsteps making their way to me.

“y/n, come back to bed. i’m cold & you’re a nice heater” trevor pouts then wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

“oh. my. god. it’s happening. okay, i better get going. nice to see you trevor. y/n, you have a lot of explaining to do. bye lovebirds!” she calls over her shoulder before walking off and i shut the door. i turn in trevor’s arms to face him and his eyes are still closed, a sleepy smile on his face.

“you’re lucky i like you” i say, kissing his nose as i walk back to my bedroom. trevor’s hold on me doesn’t falter though, so it’s like i’m dragging him. i set the bag down and then climb back in bed, trevor clinging to me. he rests his head on my chest and soon his breaths even out, letting me know he’s asleep.

tags: @goldenbrokenheart

a/n: i know i didn’t continue the whole song, but i felt i was at a good stopping point (:

[rainytomorrows]

Mike Schmidt x reader | Midnight ministrations

Hey guys! Decided I'd get some fic out. Decided not to write the actual sex yet- but still some yummy interaction goin on. LMK if y'all want a second part, I might do that. For now, I need this out of the way so I can start my next Hunk fic. Enjoy!

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Mike groans as he spins in his spinny office chair, occasionally checking the cameras to ensure no one breaks in.  The animatronics were out somewhere for repairs, and Abby was at a sleepover until late the next day, leaving just you two for the night with nothing to do.

You were hired pretty recently.  You’d been friends with Mike for a while now.  You’d met sometime in high school but didn’t talk much until a couple of years ago.  In the midst of the past year, both of you ran into some trouble finding work.  Of course, when he got his job and you eventually gave up on your own search, he got you a job there too.  You would do anything to thank him for getting you the job, even if it was a shitty one.  For now, you’d show appreciation by making his job easier.  You were currently going through some old boxes and cleaning up the office.

“Hey, could you help me out with the cameras?  They just kinda… went down.”  Mike turns to you in his chair, awaiting a response.  You put down a box and look over towards the cameras.  Lo and behold, the cameras were disconnected.  You’d check outside, but you were sure this had something to do with the actual cameras.  With your decent electronic experience, at least.  “Sure, lemme take a look” You waltz over to the desk, leaning on it beside him.  As you approached, Mike couldn’t help but notice you.  His gaze lingered often as you knew him, but you assumed he was just observant.  With how often afterward he would compliment something like your hair or your outfit.  He found it ‘refreshing’, apparently.  The smell of the fragrance you put on this morning wafts towards him, and you don’t notice his reaction until he clears his throat.  Snapping him back to reality.

“Hm.  Weird.” You monotonously state, swaying a little from where you’re leaning.  You lean more across the desk to get a better look, not unnoticed.  Mike cannot help but notice how close you are, a strange tingling arises in his stomach.  He clears his throat once again, you’d been friends for so long.  He had no reason to assume you felt the same.  It was best to swat such thoughts away.  “Hey uh, do you have any idea what the problem could be?  It’s not outside, is it?” He asks nervously, practically wiping sweat off his forehead at the situation before him.  “Not sure, I’m thinking it might be the wiring.  I’d have to check, though.”  You think out loud, still not a hint of emotion in the way you speak.  If he’d known how nervous he made you, despite your hard-earned cool exterior, you were sure he’d laugh at you.

If only you’d known, Mike was finding it incredibly hard to concentrate on the task at hand with how close you were to him.  He feels the heat rise within him, and he can’t get himself to look away from your lips.  “Yeah- maybe, maybe you’re right” He stutters out a little, you just chalk it up to being tired.  The both of you work late shifts, after all.  You take a look at him and back to the computer again.  “I’ll take a look, hold on,” You say as you get down under the desk.  Mike tries to nod and focus, but it's difficult.  You’re so close, that he can practically feel the heat radiation off of your skin.  His thoughts swirl in his head and he cannot get a hold of them.  Tonight was just a very hard night for him.  In more ways than one.  You meddle with various wires beneath the desk, meanwhile, Mike’s heart races as he watches you move under the desk.  The sight of you under him is intoxicating, his mind can’t help but wonder.  Imagining what it would be like to be closer to you.  Suddenly, the cameras switch back on and you finish up.  Getting up to look across the desk.  “Seems I’ve fixed it, all good?”  You ask, and he clears his throat for what feels like the thousandth time that night—begging himself to come up with a semblance of professionalism.  “Yeah, that should do it.  Thanks for your help” He tries to focus on the cameras, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you.

“Great,” You get up to move some more boxes, “I gotta throw these away, I’ll be back” leaving the room to get back to work.  Once you’re out, Mike takes a deep breath.  Trying to shake off the intense desire filling him, almost emanating off of him.  He focuses on the task at hand, moving papers around his desk.  The feeling never really leaves, but for now, he has it under control.  You spend time outside cleaning up the general area, moving across multiple cameras.  To Mike’s disarray, he can’t help but watch.  The sight of you working so diligently, strangely, only worsens his infatuation.  Through an old-timey speaker in the office, he occasionally offers help and suggestions from the safety of his office when he thinks it's appropriate.  Battling the oncoming voice cracks and slip-ups.

“Thanks, Mike” You reply again to the speaker, wondering if he’s actually doing anything in his office at this point or just staring through the cameras.  It frustrates you a little.  ‘Doesn’t he trust me?  Or can’t he at least keep me company out here if he’s going to be a backseat driver?’ you’d think.

Mike’s heart races watching you from the cameras.  He can’t believe just how much he wants you.  It’s disgusting, carnal even.  He shakes his head as if the lust would spill out of his ears if he tried hard enough.  Trying desperately to clear the thoughts out of his mind.  Eventually, he decides to leave his office and accompany you in the main room.  Just in time, you set down your final box, done with your work for the night.

“Oh, hey Mike,” You notice him nonchalantly, unbeknownst to the hell he’d been experiencing just being in your presence.  However, the same bell rang for you.  You didn’t want to be obvious about your feelings, you didn’t think feelings were returned.  Every moment he spent near you was purgatory.  His adorable smile, the awkward way he held himself.  There was no way, you didn’t even know his type.  He never talked about it.  He never talked about it because obviously- it was you, but you didn’t know that.  You fix your hair, looking towards him again.  “Finished with work already?” You ask, not sure what to say at the moment.

“Looks like you are too,” he notes, keeping strict eye contact with the floor.  “Just wanted to check and make sure you’re settling in well.  I know the night shift isn’t easy” He tries to make and keep eye contact, but he cannot.  All he can think about is how close he is to you.  The scent of you, the way your clothes fall on your body.  It’s too much to bear.  “...long day so far, huh?” He tries to make conversation, unsure what to do with all his pent-up feelings and the unidentified awkward feeling in the air.  “Yeah, been alright so far though” you reply, feeling all the same frustrations.  “I mean, you can always tell me if I’m forgetting something I gotta do?” you question in an unsure tone, now feeling as if you were doing something wrong.

“No yeah, you’re doing great.  Just, let me know if you need any help” He gulps something down mid-sentence, clawing and scratching at any semblance of composure.  He takes a deep breath, there's a clear hesitance in your body language and your face as he continues.  You’re unsure where the source of his awkwardness is coming from,  it makes you feel as if there is something wrong with how you are acting.  Did you do something?

“I just, I wanted to see you.  You’re always...  Appealing?”  You fight to figure out what he means by this.  Just- what?  You assume he means your fashion or something since he’s always been a little bad at compliments.  Pausing before finally formulating a response “...well that’s the first time my clothes have evoked that sort of reaction”.  You laugh a little, covering your mouth with your hand amid a giggle “I can always give you a makeover if you want”

He puts a hand in his hair and shakes his head, looking back up at the ceiling before finally saying it.  The thing that’s been on his (and your) mind for the past couple of years.

“No!  I, god, no, I love your fashion but,”  He pauses, putting his face in his hands.  “You!  You are appealing, I love you!  Fuck.”  His hands now move to his hips, every moment he speaks is another nervous movement.  His hands won't stop shifting, neither will he or his thoughts.  “You are so attractive.  And you’re so interesting- and kind, and funny, you are one of the best things to ever happen to me.  I’m so happy when I’m with you, and I never want to stop being around you,” His voice is faint, trembling.  He rambles on and on, shy compliments falling from his mouth uncontrollably.  Like an ocean out of a spigot.  You can see him shaking.

You pause again, you’ve been friends for how long now?  Working the job he helped you get, assuming he never returned your feelings, the thousands of memories coming to mind in a moment.  You wanted to tell him the same- that you loved his stupid dorky smile and his stupid laugh and the way he worked so hard all the time.  All you could muster was a small “...ah”, which sounded a lot more like a sort of rejection than you wanted.  Too lost in realizing how long ago you could have possibly had him, how long ago you could have said something.  How much you just, loved him.  The fact that he LIKED you.  He loved you back!

But, this reaction just made him more nervous than anything.  His chances looked slim.  Worse- unsubstantial.  Non-existent.  He watches your reaction carefully, hopeful and nervous at the same time.  “So, is there…  Any chance, you feel the same way about me?” He asks nervously, his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest.

You nod, looking away from him.  “You felt this way- how long?”

Mike swallows hard, surprised by your response but trying to hide it.  “I… I don’t know.  A while.  I mean, I always thought you were really great, but then it just.  It started feeling different.  A couple of years now?  I think?”  He admits, his voice barely above a whisper.  You don’t move an inch, looking back into his eyes.  “...Really?”

A sudden boldness overtakes him, nodding “Yes, do you?” he asks, taking a step closer to you.  You back a little nervously, unsure how to handle the vulnerability happening so suddenly.  He doesn’t question too much, he knows well and good how awkward you get in vulnerable situations.  “...yes”.  Mike reaches out to cup your face, rubbing his thumb under your eyes a small bit.  “Really?  You feel the same way about me, honestly?”  You nod tentatively, avoiding eye contact in embarrassment.  You knew there was no reason, he felt the same way, but it was just a little overwhelming.

Nevertheless, what was noticeably similar between the two of you now, was your gaze.  He could see the change in your eyes as you looked him up and down.  He steps forward, slowly as to let you turn him down if you want.  Not a single move he made was stopped by you, not the way he slowly got closer to you.  The way his hands moved to your lips, or the way his face got closer.  His confidence rose, now speaking inches away from you.  “It’s alright, no need to be embarrassed” he whispered comfortingly, a sort of calm and coddling tone to his voice.  “I’ve wanted you, this, for so long” He waited for signs from you after every sentence, hanging on to every motion you made as if it was all that ever mattered. 

You almost gave in, your face getting closer to his when you realized.  Putting a hand on his chest, you created some distance “Hold on- we can’t do this here.  We’re at work.”

“I know, I just.  I need you.  No one’s here, no one else will be, and the only people who watch- or can figure out- the old-ass cameras are us.  You’re so, hot.  Please-” He begs in a soft whisper, not in a way that is overpowering, or demanding.  It was pathetic and weak.  He stares at you, eyes filled with need, desire, and desperation.  His eyebrows furrow in such a way, softly.  Like he needs you, at your mercy.  Your own confidence rises a little now, a sense of power is in your hands now.

“Do you not want this?”  He implores, once more not in a way that is not manipulative but desperate.  He’d get on the floor and kiss your boots if you wanted- all he wanted was you.  “I do, but…” You start, taking your chance to tease him the moment it presents itself.  “If you need me that bad, you’ll have to wait…” You look towards the clock, and back into his puppy eyes.  “Another hour or so.”

“Another hour?” He asks in an exasperated breath, trying not to groan in the process.  “Can we… at least touch?” He whispers again, his voice hoarse with need and desire.  You smile, stars in your eyes “If you can handle it without losing control of yourself, sure you can” You challenge him, enjoying the way he melts at your every word.

He nods, breathing deeply to calm himself.  “I’ll try my best” Leaning in closer once more, his hand slides up your thigh.  You’re unsure where to put your hands, feeling the heat radiating between the both of you.  He feels it too, and it drives him crazy.  “I’ve dreamed of this,” He mutters, his hands ghosting slightly under the bottom of your shirt against your skin.  “Can I touch you?  Just a little? Please,” He begins to mumble towards the end, unable to formulate his emotions properly.

You laugh a little, flattered at how much of a mess he is in your presence.  “Just a little” you murmur, feeling his fingers begin to brush against your waist.  Heat pounding in both of your chests.  His fingers brush against the skin under your clothes, tracing delicate patterns across your stomach and up to your chest.  Not yet touching there, “You’re so beautiful,” He whispers, his lips grazing against your neck.  “I want to make love to you so badly,” He sounds so pathetic, he’s never sounded like this before.  It sent shivers through you, he was a strong man.  Hell, you were there when he decked that man in the mall.  Though you’d never admit you enjoyed it a little too much.  It was delicious, a man of so much resolve and strength was at your mercy.  Begging and pleading for your permission, your attention.  Your anything.  He held himself even now with so much dominance, but not missing his fair share of submissiveness.  Just for you.

You place a hand on his chest, backing up teasingly.  Urging him forward.  “Too bad you have to wait the full hour then, hm?”  Mike chuckles softly in response, “You’re cruel, you know that?  But, I’ll endure” He leans down again, lips close to yours, teasingly so but not quite touching.  You look him in the eyes, backing up just a little more as you hit a table.  He places his hands on the table and leans on it, one arm on each side of you.  “Should’ve expected that from me, honestly.  With how long we’ve been friends, and all” You laugh, and Mike’s heart skips a beat.  Leaning closer, bodies pressed tightly together.  “I did.”  He whispers, warm breath against your skin.  “But, I could have never imagined it would feel this good”

“Flattering won’t get me to speed up that timer, you know” You joke, deflecting his loving response.  But, you can’t avoid it forever.  His fingers continue to dance all over your skin, taking as much of you in as he could.  His gaze locks onto yours, full of longing “I know,” he says softly, the way he said it was so small but so sure of himself.  “But, I can’t help myself”

You hide your face in your hands, blushing profusely.  Your reputation seemed at stake in your mind, having been the cool calm, and collected friend up until now.  It was hanging on by threads, but you weren’t so sure it’d hold up to the end of the night.  “I’m sure” you retort to his earlier comment.  Mike’s chest rises and falls with his breath, anticipation thick in the air.  You could practically cut through it with a knife.  No amount of joking could cover how much the both of you wanted each other.  His hand meets your chin gently, tilting your head to meet his gaze once again.  “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”  Barely responding, you nod.  Eyes half-lidded in excitement you make a half-assed effort to hide.  “Mhm,”

Mike leans in, finally.  His lips brush against yours, not quite an actual kiss yet.  It’s a soft teasing kiss that only leaves you wanting more.  His hands find their way back to your waist to pull you closer still.  “Just a little longer,” he seems to beg himself.  His voice is low and seductive, but there’s no mistaking that he’s not the one in charge here.  There’s no mistaking the tone in his voice showing just how much control you have over him.  You lean into him as he continues to explore under your clothes.  An idea enters your head, glancing at the table behind you.  Mike gives small kisses and gentle touches, anticipation and desire building more and more.

As if reading your mind, Mike moves his arms under your legs and lifts you to sit on the table, holding you against him.  “Are you sure you can wait?”  he whispers, a hint of amusement evident in his voice.  “I’m fine, can YOU wait?” you lie, still flustered about how he simply lifted you onto the table.  He moves closer, mouth only inches from yours.  “You really don’t have to be so afraid of being vulnerable, you know?”  tilting his head for a slow, sweet kiss.  You melt into it, grasping at your clothes and parting to take some off.  Removing your jacket and vest to be left in a t-shirt, your neck is now more visible.

It doesn’t take much for him to get the idea.  He’s known you long enough to figure out what you’re saying without you saying it.  His hands wander up your arms, tracing your skin again as he leans in closer.  Lips brushing against your neck, shivers running down your spine in unison.  His breath is warm against your skin as he whispers in your ear, “Tell me what you want”

There wasn’t an easy way to say it.  You couldn’t just give in, absolutely not.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about” You feign indifference, in your least convincing performance yet.  You hope he simply becomes impatient, and gives you what he clearly knows you want.  Though, he never was.  He’s always been so stubbornly patient.  Even now, that was something you loved about him.  He chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around you tight.  “I know you better than that,” He whispers, lips pressing against the side of your neck.  “I can tell.  But, do you want this to be some sort of game?  Pretend like I don’t drive you absolutely crazy?”  There’s no answer from you.  Of course not, then you wouldn’t be playing the game right.

Mike continues his ministrations, his hand cupping the back of your head, not stopping his teasing anytime soon.  “You like this, huh?” His voice is quiet, but there’s no mistaking you heard him.  In the midst, you try to stay strong, but noises escape you.  Embarrassment might eat you whole, if he wasn’t already doing that.  “That’s what I thought” You can feel him smirk against your skin, placing butterfly kisses against your neck once again before he pulls back to look into your eyes.  You wrap your legs around him, placing your arms around him and your face in the crook of his neck.  His hands slide under your shirt, tracing gentle circles on your back as he leans in for a deeper kiss.  You follow his lead, his hands explore farther and farther, until,

DING!  6 am strikes, and your shift ends.  The night ends, but yours just started.

♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ Hope you enjoyed it! This took way longer than I wanted it to, work and all has been flooding me. Have a good night/day, and a great life!

[feeblescholarmyass]

Headcanons

to motivate me to write chapter three

these all take place after they're all together and are completely separate from the plot

tags: poly relationship, Sumeru Boys x GN! Reader, sfw, fluff, slight spoilers for the fic in the future but idgaf (wanderer/scara is now involved. I can't get him oUT OF MY HEAD)

cw: cursing (mild), mentions of the reader's parents (m&f, good relationship)

masterlist

Alhaitham

I'm gonna be totally honest rn if you're hella tall good for you but I see the reader as like Cyno height so keep that in mind

Haitham here is definitely going to do that thing where he pretends not to see/hear you because of your height (half because you startle him all the time since he doesn't see OR hear you approaching)

he's not that big of a fiction reader but he loves listening to you recount the plot of your latest favorite book or fic and sometimes he actually gets really into hearing you tell the story so if you leave him off on a cliffhanger if you need to go do something he will seek you out until you finish telling him the story

if you're in his way/can't reach something he just like,,, picks you up

say you're putting away the dishes or standing in front of a cabinet he'll lift you up by your waist either to help you reach something or to put you down somewhere else

smells really nice so sometimes you take his shirts or something when you're at home all day and you look like you're wearing a tent and he notices but doesn't say anything unless he wants to get his laundry done and reminds you to put his things you took in with the rest of it

both your parents have mixed feelings on him but he doesn't give any shits

Kaveh

You two definitely spend hours alone in the studio of your shared living space sketching either in silence or having the most distracted conversations ever

he'll be designing something meanwhile you're sketching one of your boyfriends (one of the actual ones or some character from a book you've decided is cute)

and he'll look up at you and ask "what's missing?" while holding up the sketch

you'll spin around (of course you've got the spinny chairs you aren't living unless you have a nice spinny chair) and peer over at it for a while, the either describe it or sketch something down silently and he'll go "that's exactly what it needed!"

and vice versa

say you're having trouble with a pose/lighting/detail and you'll point at it and say "how do I fix it" and he'll give you a few pointers or suggestions

eventually one of the others has to remind you to leave and go get some sunlight and both of you will be shocked at how much time has passed

also y'all know that voice line where he says he's already learned to play an instrument? you learned to play along with your father at a young age and now being able to play together makes both of you so happy 🥺🥺

I can totally see him trying to practice one day but just not being into it until he hears you harmonizing to what he's playing, either with your voice or your instrument of choice

and don't get me started on the improv opportunities

like he plays one pattern and you build off each other back and forth until you're both tired and giggling

he cherishes those moments with you the most, seeing as how art is so rarely appreciated as highly as academics in Sumeru

both of your parents adore him and ask about him all the time

Tighnari

as your Amurta senior he gets on your ass about schoolwork even more than Alhaitham 😔😔😔

but you don't mind since he helps you with your work rather often

he is the most worried about your health so he checks up on you rather often. if you're inside for too long, he'll ask you to take a walk outside with him. if you haven't eaten yet, he'll make you a meal and chastise you for forgetting to take care of yourself. if you've been a little overwhelmed lately, he will sit down with you and keep your mind off what is stressing you, either by snuggling with you and talking nonsense about fungi or a grooming session for the both of you (face masks and painting of nails, the whole shabang)

of the four, he also is the most critical of the way some (*cough cough*, Scara, Alhaitham, and Kaveh's endless bickering *cough cough*) of the others act around you. If you ever need a break from them, he is more than willing to pull you away.

very open with his feelings and affections for you, almost as much so as Kaveh, who is ever such a romantic

not against PDA, but if you're not a fan he keeps his hands to himself. in public, he loves soft, quick brushes of his hand against your back or cheek, a quick kiss stolen in the privacy of your home

also top tier cuddler. of all the five, he finds himself sleeping in your bed the most often.

your mother absolutely adores him

Cyno

he definitely had some trouble getting the hang of things in the beginning, especially with being affectionate

he gets very flustered 🤭🤭 sometimes you'll say something to him with so much adoration in your voice that he'll just go silent and stare at you with the most loving look in his eyes like he just witnessed magic

he once tried to throw in a pick-up line with his usual joking, but got wayyyy too embarrassed and ended up not saying the punchline, instead just staring at his feet with a mortified look

you love to play with his hair, trying out new hairstyles and cute accessories in his hair. any time you ask he'll sit down and let you do his hair. he doesn't say it, but he loves sitting like that, with his eyes closed and your thighs around his waist as he feels your fingers combing through his hair. sometimes he even lets you cut it if it's getting too bothersome or has a lot of split ends

gets along with your dad scarily well like you didn't think he would get past that awkward "yeah I'm dating your child yeah I know it's weird yeah please don't hate me" stage but now your dad texts him every day and they go back and forth making jokes all day every day

he taught your dad emojis and now it's the only way your dad communicates with you

there are so many more for him that I can't say yet because it spoils the plot

Scaramouche / Wanderer

as the newest victim of your allure, he still is getting used to the dynamic of the group

since he's the only one the same age as you, you have a lot more core classes together. he also follows you around and glares at anyone who he doesn't deem worthy of your time.

when he's not with you, he talks about you all the time. he thinks about you constantly. it's a little insufferable, to be honest. he's a complete ass to your classmates, and he still holds a grudge against them. for what I can't tell you yet 😔

he spends the most time in your room, just observing you and being near you. he'll complain about something or other while you do your school work, and you'll listen and smile. he sneaks closer and closer until he's practically draping himself over you and you give up on finishing your work, instead opting to hold him and tease him for being so clingy

your animals won't leave him alone. they follow him around *almost* as much as you

your mother hates him, your father thinks he could bother to be a little more respectful to others, but otherwise likes him

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my nevermoor big bang fic!! @nevermoorcentral i partnered with @head-of-clouds fic is under the read more, or at the ao3 link (i hope) it's a vampire/roommate alternate universe

so let’s raise a cup (cause i found someone to carry me home)

Cadence scowls. “We are not putting up a flier on the local coffeeshop’s bulletin board for a new roommate. We’d get so many weirdos.” She’s sitting in her spinny office chair, which makes it harder for her to be properly grumpy, but she manages it regardless. They’re in their makeshift office corner of the living room trying to budget for December, but due to inflation rent’s risen to horrible heights. 

Cadence and Hawthorne work at the vampire minimum wage jobs. Cadence and Hawthorne don’t get paid enough at Stabbucks and VampireWorld respectively for this. 

Hawthorne spins around in his office chair, knocking a stack of paper off the desk. “Cadence, we’re weirdos. Besides, we need the money for rent.”

“Who looks for roommates on a neighborhood coffee shop bulletin board? Besides, I’m pretty sure we both have some money saved up,” Cadence says. 

“Someone cool might. Someone with money for rent so we don’t end up on the streets.” Hawthorne’s stopped spinning and now is staring at her intensely. He does that when he’s serious and is trying to look smart. Cadence rolls her eyes.

“We’re vampires. We can’t exactly hide that if a human’s living with us. I have enough trouble with Dearborn next door.” They’d only survived living here for two decades because of their stash of costumes and their friend Arch’s makeup skills. 

A terrifying glint appears in Hawthorne’s eye. “What if we get another vampire to live with us? That’d be wonderful, right?”

“And we’re going to find one at Proudfoot Coffeehouse?” Cadence asks skeptically. The regulars of Proudfoot Coffee are thoroughly normal college students desperate for anything to get them through the day, not vampires.

“And we’re going to find one at Proudfoot Coffeehouse! Don’t worry, I have a plan,” Hawthorne says. It’s the scariest thing Cadence has heard him say, and she’s seen Hawthorne kill people.

“If you don’t, you’re pet sitting the entire week for Dearborn.” Cadence hopes that this is significant enough punishment for Hawthorne to put real effort into this. Hawthorne with a half-baked plan does things like getting stuck trying to give blood because he didn’t want to be suspicious. 

“I would’ve given blood if I were human,” he’d said. 

“Deal.” They would’ve made it a blood pact, but vampires don’t have enough of the stuff laying around, so they just shake on it.

-

Cadence almost forgets about the deal. She definitely would’ve written it off as one of Hawthorne’s harebrained schemes that she would make sure bites him in the ass, if not for the fact that Hawthorne goes to Proudfoot Coffee every day for the next week.

On Friday, after six days of this, she finally asks him why he’s going to a human coffeeshop every morning before dawn when a) vampires need no extra energy to get through the day, as vampires are nocturnal, b) vampires can’t eat human food, so even if Hawthorne needed the caffeine, he couldn’t drink the coffee.

“I’m getting inspiration! How better to learn what will appeal to any potential vampires but absolutely no humans than to immerse myself!” is what he says. Cadence responds with a single raised eyebrow. “OK, that was why I went the first day, but…” he trails off, rubbing his neck.

“What happened?” Cadence asks.

“There might’ve been a cute boy with the opening shift.” Hawthorne even blushes at this. This is the twelfth time since Cadence’s known him that Hawthorne has gotten a crush on a human, and it never ends well.

“Hawthorne.”

“I know, I know! But I did take notes, and I think I’ll be able to get us a vampire roommate!” Hawthorne pulls his notebook out of his bag. He’d just returned from Proudfoot Coffee. The pages are covered in Hawthorne’s characteristic scrawls and half finished doodles of the same boy.

“Sure. Just, I know Dearborn’s going on a work trip soon, and I’d really hate for her to have to ask everyone in the building if they can pet sit for her again.” Last time Dearborn had to go on a trip for her job that she swore dealt with classified government missions, she’d pestered all of the apartment residents until poor Rook stepped in. Dearborn’s cats were menaces, and no one wanted to talk about the rabbits. Or the fish, which were notoriously easy to kill.

“You’re going to eat your words!”

-

Hawthorne creates a flier. It reads: Hello!! Are you looking for a roommate right now? There’s an opening with us!! Looking for someone willing to pay $500 a month in rent!! Have a love of the nocturnal lifestyle and the gothic!! Do you like bats? We love them!! Also, we’re close to the main line!! Apartment is within a few blocks of Proudfoot Coffee!! Call 869-243-6721 for more info Cadence takes one look at it and says, “I would never call you.”

“Well, it’s not like we need another Cadence,” Hawthorne says. 

“We don’t need someone who will drive stakes through our hearts either. Besides, I think all we’re going to get are desperate college students.” 

“Some of those desperate college students might be vampires! And, they’ll come to us because we are obviously vampires!” Hawthorne argues. 

Cadence considers this. Judging by the college students she’s talked to, that’s not too improbable. “I suppose it’s worth a try, despite this flier also attracting vampire hunters.”

Hawthorne pumps his fist. “I knew you’d say that!” 

“I am only saying that to humor you. You’re like an annoying little brother,” Cadence says, fighting a smile. Hawthorne could be unfortunately endearing. 

“Yeah, but I’m your annoying brother. Also, I’m about thirty years older than you, jerk.” 

“Semantics.”

-

When Hawthorne gets a text from someone saying they’re interested, he races into the kitchen and sweeps Cadence off her feet without warning. Cadence, who was watering their rather wretched houseplant, slips on the spilled water when she lands. She gets back up with a scowl.

“Don’t look so glum, we're going to meet our new roommate in two days!” Hawthorne says. He seems to think that this is a reason for celebration. 

“I was holding a watering can,” Cadence says, venomous. “What’s their name?”

“Morrigan Crow,” Hawthorne says, after checking his phone. The case was sparkly and blue, with a pop socket that had Toothless on it. It was their only phone, because they’d disconnected the landlines in a fit of paranoia a decade ago and Cadence refused to get one. 

Cadence snorts. “Are you sure this isn’t some weirdo pretending to be a vampire?” The name Morrigan Crow is almost trying too hard. 

“It’s worth a try!” 

“Fine. But if I don’t like her, she’s out of the running.” 

Hawthorne looks slightly constipated, but he nods. “We’re meeting her at Proudfoot Coffee at seven pm the day after next.”

“You’re paying,” Cadence says. This doesn’t really mean anything, since functionally their money is shared and neither of them will drink the coffee, but it’s the principle of the matter. -

-

Morrigan Crow turns out to be a short goth girl with wavy black hair and skin so pale she looks dead. Cadence’s first thought is that she’s insecure about something. She’s trying to hide it, trying not to fidget too much or be too tense in her shoulders and eyes, but Cadence catalogs the quick tapping of her foot, the darting of her eyes interspersed with periods of intense staring, and comes to the conclusion fast enough.

Hawthorne makes a beeline for her table and sits down before ordering anything. He waits for a moment; sees if Morrigan wants to talk first.

He starts rambling before the silence stretches on too long. “I’m so glad you texted me! My friend Cadence and I have a bit of a money problem right now, and getting a roommate that pays a third of the rent would be really helpful. You’ll have your own bedroom, but there’s only one bathroom. Neither of us take too long, so you’ll probably be fine unless you take hours to get ready. Anyway, this is just for if you have any questions and to get to know you to see if you’ll be a good fit,” Hawthorne finishes, taking in a deep breath.

Morrigan leans back, looking like a deer in headlights. “Uh. Alright. I’m Morrigan Crow, and I’m looking for a place to stay. I had to move out of my family’s house on a bit of a short notice.” 

Morrigan stares at them, searchingly, when she says that. It puzzles Cadence, before she registers what Morrigan’s last name means. Crow. Morrigan’s a Crow, probably related to the mayor of a nearby city. Cadence knows him only from his homophobic policies. Did Morrigan just ‘have to move out’, or was she kicked out?

“That must’ve sucked,” Hawthorne says. He turns to Cadence, cocking his head towards Morrigan. Cadence nods. “Cadence here moved out because her parents didn’t like that she was gay.”

Morrigan startles at that. “So, you two aren’t…”

Cadence snorts. “I would never date Hawthorne.”

“Also, I’m gay too,” Hawthorne says brightly, shooting Cadence a glare. Cadence rolls her eyes. “Anyway! What’s your schedule? Cadence and I are both pretty nocturnal.”

Morrigan shifts around in her seat. “I think I am too.”

“Great! That’s our main potential dealbreaker, since I’m a light sleeper.” Hawthorne leans back in his chair, tipping it back. “What else should Morrigan know?” he asks Cadence.

“We don’t eat together, there’s a chore list, and common areas are kept clean and tidy. Also, give us a warning for visitors,” Cadence says. “Someone buys groceries at the beginning of each week. Do you have any dietary restrictions?” Cadence and Hawthorne take turns gathering blood from unsuspecting frat boys because both of them hate going to frat parties but would rather get blood from them than anyone else.

“I can’t eat garlic.”

“Good to know!” Hawthorne says, looking at Cadence as if to say I knew she was a vampire. Cadence ignores him. “So, do you want to see the place?”

“Can I see pictures? I have to go somewhere soon.”

“Yeah, let me pull some up.” Hawthorne had taken pictures of their apartment before they left that specifically showed the more vampire-like aesthetics, such as the many bottles of a red liquid that were on display in the kitchen because Hawthorne forgot to drink enough blood otherwise. “What do you think?” Hawthorne says, grinning like a dork.

“It looks…good.”

“Nice! So, Cadence and I will get back to you within a day or two about if you can live with us, if you still want to,” Hawthorne says.

“I do,” Morrigan says quietly. Cadence smiles, slightly, at that.

-

The moment she and Hawthorne get back to their apartment, Hawthorne barrages her with questions. “Did you like her? I thought she was great. I mean, she’s clearly a vampire you can’t argue with me on that, and I thought she seemed pretty nice! Not like some of the vampires out there.”

“Can you ever shut up?” Cadence says. Hawthorne puts a hand to his chest dramatically. “I did like her, though.”

“Enough to give her a shot? She probably really needs a place to stay; maybe she wouldn’t care that we’re vampires if she’s human.”

“I guess it’s worth a shot.”

Cadence can’t stop going back to how Morrigan described her situation. It reminded her too much of what things were like for her when she first was on her own, before she met Hawthorne. Living on the streets as any black lesbian in the 1950s, let alone a black vampire lesbian. From Hawthorne’s knowing look, the connection she made was probably obvious to him.

“You guess. Would it kill you to be optimistic?”

Cadence rolls her eyes, and lightly punches him. Not much could kill her anymore, but that doesn't mean she doesn't worry. 

-

Morrigan moves in on a Tuesday night. It’s raining outside, and the fall weather is getting colder. She knocks on the door once. It’s a sharp, loud knock. Cadence is reading in the main room, near the door, but doesn’t get up to answer the door. Hawthorne slides from their now-shared room in his mismatched Spongebob socks to open it instead, rolling his eyes at Cadence. Cadence shrugs.

Morrigan stands in the hallway outside their apartment with one black suitcase and a black umbrella still open over her head like she’s never heard of the bad luck it brings. Or maybe she simply doesn’t care.

“You’re here!” Hawthorne exclaims. He spreads his arms out wide, like he’s expecting to be able to hug Morrigan. Stiffly, Morrigan accepts the hug. “Here, let me take this.” He wheels the suitcase inside, and Morrigan follows.

Hawthorne gives Morrigan a tour around the apartment, despite it being only four tiny rooms. Cadence can hear everything that he says, and shoots in a comment when she thinks it’s necessary. Morrigan laughs at some of them, quietly, like she’s not sure she can, and Cadence counts it as a victory.

She and Hawthorne aren’t exactly sure how to make sure Morrigan knows that they’re vampires too, so Hawthorne just leads her pointedly by the coffins in the bedroom and the jars of blood in the kitchen. Morrigan flinches at the sight of the coffins, and looks curiously at the blood jars.

It’s around 7:30 pm, so it’s not surprising when Morrigan asks if they’ve eaten yet. Cadence just woke up, so she’s not had her breakfast, and neither of them eat dinner at this time. Hawthorne glances at Cadence awkwardly, and says, “Well, I’ve eaten, but Cadence had a late lunch so she’s going to eat later. I think we have some food around here if you want it?”

Morrigan bites her lip. “Not really. I got some food earlier.”

“Well, this is your apartment now too, so don’t be shy if you want food,” Hawthorne says lightly.

Morrigan nods, and says, “I think I’m going to go and unpack.”

“See you later!” Hawthorne says, brightly. Morrigan leaves the main room with a wave.

Hawthorne slumps onto the couch beside Cadence. “D’you think she knows we’re vampires? I made it as obvious as I could!”

“Maybe we were wrong, and she’s just really goth,” Cadence says. “Most people wouldn’t jump to the conclusion that their new roommates are vampires.”

“I hope not. I like her.”

“So do I.”

-

Over the next couple of days, Hawthorne and Cadence do all they can to tell Morrigan that they’re vampires without explicitly saying that they’re vampires. They watch Dracula every early morning. They sleep in coffins during the day. Hawthorne shows off his fangs.

Morrigan still seems to think that they’re both working night shifts and are just really, really weird. She says that Hawthorne’s teeth are cool, and asks him how he got them done. Hawthorne looks into the middle distance like he’s on the Office and says that Nan Dawson gave them to him. Morrigan nods politely.

Cadence once says that she can’t go out in the sunlight and Morrigan laughs and says she thought vampires sparkled like Edward Cullen. “No, they don’t,” Cadence responds.

“How do you know that?” Morrigan asks, smiling.

“Personal experience.”

Morrigan loses it laughing, but glances at the door like she’s calculating possible escapes. Cadence scowls as she catches Hawthorne’s eye. He’s laughing too, but it’s more because if they don’t find this funny they will both have existential crises.

How the hell does Morrigan not know that they’re vampires, and know that she’s one too?

-

When Cadence relays this crisis to her friend Lambeth, Lam stares into space for thirty seconds then says, quietly, “Have you considered that she isn’t actually a vampire? Some people are allergic to garlic and have nocturnal schedules and are normal humans.”

Cadence puts her head in her hands and groans. “Trust me, she’s a vampire.”

The evidence isn’t exactly hard to find. Morrigan sleeps in a coffin that she brought to their apartment when both Cadence and Hawthorne were out. She drinks “cherry juice” that looks suspiciously identical to the liquid in Cadence and Hawthorne’s blood jars. She gets burned one day on her face and says it was a cooking accident. Hawthorne buys groceries to keep up appearances and they all go untouched. She has two scars on her neck that look like bite marks, and remarks one day that she’s an ex-Catholic, but can’t go to church anymore.

Lam nods, once Cadence is done reciting her laundry list of evidence. “It does seem like she is a creature of the night as well. However, I do not think she knows that you two are like her.”

“How? The only way we could be more obvious would be if we outright told her!”

Lam gives Cadence a considering look. “Maybe she’s scared of what will happen if she believes you’re vampires and is wrong.”

-

After talking to Lam, Cadence starts noticing more of Morrigan’s peculiar behavior. Not the stuff that’s common with vampires, but other things. Subtler things, like the way Morrigan flinches when a door shuts too loudly, or how Morrigan hasn’t told them a single thing about her life before meeting them other than what she told them at Proudfoot Coffeeshop. Cadence notices, and she and Hawthorne start adjusting.

It doesn’t matter if they know what happened to Morrigan. They both just want her to stay, and be comfortable.

Then one day, Hawthorne brings home the latest copy of Vampire Monthly, a newsletter exclusive to vampires that only those that have passed four tests can receive. Cadence and Hawthorne both subscribe to it, but Elder Quinn won’t let them contribute yet. “You’re too young. How long has it been since you were turned? A century?”

When Hawthorne said that he’d been turned in 1922 by Nan Dawson so that they could both fly prototypes of planes without any danger and that Cadence had been turned in 1960 by Baz Charlton to be part of his vampiric secret society, she’d kicked them out of her office.

Hawthorne waves the winter issue in front of Cadence’s face. “Look it! Jupiter North wrote an article and it’s on the front page!”

Cadence shoves his arm back. “I can’t see it when it’s so close to my face!”

Morrigan slips out of her room as they begin to fight. “What happened?”

Hawthorne straightens, and Cadence takes a step back. “Vampire Monthly! You’ll like it for sure. Look, Jupiter North has an article. He’s great, been a vampire for five hundred years or so.”

But instead of showing the excitement both Hawthorne and Cadence had expected (she’s got to know we’re vampires now, Cadence thinks), Morrigan’s face goes even more pale when she sees the front page.

The headline reads, “Ezra Squall Promoted to Regent Elder Amid Iron Crisis.” Hawthorne looks down at it, puzzled, while Morrigan is trying to hide that she’s barely holding herself back from crying.

Cadence studies the two of them before saying, “Well. At least you know we’re vampires now.” It’s a halfhearted quip, one that they all know is simply to lighten the mood, but Cadence tries regardless.

She doesn’t know what else to say.

“I didn’t know there were so many of us,” Morrigan says, her voice quiet and fragile. “I thought I was the only one besides-the one who turned me.”

“Nope!” Hawthorne says, popping the p. His wide grin is forced, but Cadence appreciates him trying. “There’s thousands of us, all over the world! Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah. It’s-wonderful. Great,” Morrigan says distantly. She gulps. Opens her mouth, and closes it. Hawthorne and Cadence look at each other, Hawthorne tilting his head as if to say, what do you think we should do? Cadence shrugs. Hawthorne’s her first close friend, and she’s not made many since. “Ezra Squall turned me.”

Cadence blinks. Once, then twice. She rubs her eyes. “What the fuck?” she says, without thinking. Hawthorne isn’t faring much better. His jaw drops, and he’s staring at Morrigan with wide eyes.

“Sorry?” Morrigan says, hunching her back like she’s trying to hide herself.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Just-Ezra Squall’s been a vampire for millennia, and as far as I know he’s only turned about nine people. So, uh, this kind of a huge deal,” Cadence says. She holds her hands up in front of her. “Not anything bad, but-unexpected.”

She’d thought Morrigan had been turned by another young vampire, for company or as someone to mold in their image or as a protege like most vampires Cadence knew. Ezra Squall was more of a legend than a real vampire. Some new vampires even believed he didn’t really exist at all.

Cadence wasn’t that dumb, but there was something hard to believe about Ezra Squall. Most vampires his age were recluses, insane, or in an unending sleep. Ezra Squall was a Regent Elder.

“Thanks?” Morrigan says. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her black sweater. She looks like she wants to disappear into the floor. Cadence looks at Hawthorne, as if to say can you help me out here, and thankfully he finally speaks again.

“So, when you say you didn’t know there were vampires besides you and Squall, does that mean you didn’t notice us these past weeks?” Hawthorne asks.

Morrigan rolls her eyes. “Goth people exist, dumbass!”

Cadence likes her a lot. She’d like Morrigan ever more if she were a tiny bit more observant.

“So you didn’t realize that we were creatures of the night when you saw our jars of blood? Or from the coffins in our room? Or when-” Hawthorne says. Morrigan puts her hand over his mouth.

“Some people are really committed to the aesthetic.” She’s scowling, but Cadence thinks she’s recovered from whatever came over her before.

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” Cadence says. She flicks her gaze up and down Morrigan, who’s wearing a black sweater, black skirt with skulls on it, black leggings, and black Doc Martens.

“Shut up.”

-

Cadence jerks awake in the middle of the day. When she opens her coffin from the inside, he sees a bit of light peek through her curtains, and cringes away from where it shines on her bedroom floor. She gets up and carefully steps around it to the curtains, which she pulls shut. As Smokey the Bear would say, only you can prevent wildfires. She’s doing her part.

Cadence makes her way to the kitchen. Chugging blood always makes her sleepy. Cadence had trouble sleeping as a human, so she’s forever grateful for the benefits of drinking blood. The lights are all turned off, which isn’t a problem because of Cadence’s night vision, but it makes her jump in surprise when she spots Morrigan opening the door to the hallway.

Morrigan’s carrying her suitcase.

Cadence races to the door, sliding in her socks. “Morrigan?”

Morrigan turns to face her. Backlit by the flickering hallway ways, she looks terribly small. Cadence isn’t used to feeling old, not with the company she keeps, but she does now. “I’m sorry,” Morrigan says. It sounds like she means it, but she’s inching towards the door.

“Why are you leaving?” Cadence asks. Morrigan’s face twists. Her features look sharper than ever.

“I’m sorry. Really,” Morrigan says, and she shuts the door behind her. Cadence stares at the door for a moment, then she goes to the kitchen.

She’s going to drink a lot of blood.

-

Cadence wakes Hawthorne up at sunset. There was no point before, Cadence had convinced herself, because they couldn’t exactly go outside and look for Morrigan during the day. It definitely wasn’t because Cadence needed a couple of hours to get herself together.

Hawthorne seemed to know this. He didn’t press about what happened, just got dressed and started brainstorming where Morrigan could’ve gone. She didn’t tell them much about her past, so they had trouble guessing. Cadence hadn’t realized how much Morrigan didn’t tell them.

“This is hopeless. We’re never going to find her, if she’s even more than ashes,” Cadence says. Hawthorne’s pulled out a map of the city, and they’re trying to mark places Morrigan could be. They’ve nailed down three possibilities in an hour, but Morrigan’s probably not going to go somewhere they could find her.

“This is hopeless. We’re never going to find her, if she’s even more than ashes,” Cadence says. Hawthorne’s pulled out a map of the city, and they’re trying to mark places Morrigan could be. They’ve nailed down three possibilities in an hour, but Morrigan’s probably not going to go somewhere they could find her.

She didn’t seem like she wanted to be found.

“No! She’s our friend, and we’re going to talk to her about this,” Hawthorne says, angrier than Cadence is used to. It’s in moments like these when Cadence remembers that her friend can be a badass if he wants to be. In her opinion, it doesn’t happen often, but Cadence is always begrudgingly impressed.

“Hopefully,” Cadence says. She tries to think of another place Morrigan would go. “She’d probably stay in this city, so we can cross off outward bound trains. She really liked it here. Also, it’s not like it’s easy for us to find her.” Her bitterness leaks into her voice.

“Hey,” Hawthorne says, taking her hand in his. “I know this is hard. I know we might not find her, because Morrigan’s smart and plenty elusive. But as long as we have each other, we’ll get through it.”

Cadence blinks back tears. She is not going to cry over someone she only knew for a couple of weeks. “If you say so.”

“I promise.” Hawthorne holds out his pinky because despite being over a century old, he’s a child. Cadence links her finger with his, giving him a watery smile. They turn back to the maps, bouncing ideas off each other.

Eventually, they collect enough ideas to feel prepared to go out and search for their missing friend. They pull on their coats, and head outside. It’s snowing, and Hawthorne pauses to try to catch snowflakes on his tongue. With a roll of her eyes, Cadence does the same.

They fly around the city in their bat forms, searching for Morrigan. It’s getting lighter by the time Cadence spots Morrigan’s suitcase and bumps into Hawthorne on her descent. He follows her, and they land nearby where Morrigan is eating takeout Indian food. Cadence pulls Hawthorne behind a corner so Morrigan can’t see them.

“What do we say?” she hisses in his ear.

“Ask her if she’s ok. Tell her that we’d miss her if she left,” Hawthorne suggests. Upon seeing Cadence’s face, he reassures her, “We’re doing this together, remember?”

“As if I need you,” Cadence says, but lets Hawthorne lead the way to Morrigan. Once the two of them are a few feet from Morrigan, Morrigan notices them with a startle.

“What are you doing here?” she grumbles. “How’d you find me?”

“We’re your friends. Also, we searched the city,” Hawthorne says, bluntly.

“I left,” Morrigan says, like that was enough to end their friendship. Like either of them would let her go this easily, with this little explanation.

“Why?” Cadence says, more sadly than she’d like.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Morrigan says, standing up and dusting herself off. She throws the rest of her food in the trash. Speaking of her food, what was up with that? First going out in sunlight, then eating human food. What weird kind of vampire was she?

“Let us try,” Hawthorne responds, stepping closer to Morrigan. He holds his hands out like Cadence remembers him doing to her during their first fight. Maybe this will turn out as well as that fight did. Cadence trusts Hawthorne more in this than she does herself.

Morrigan lets out a mocking little laugh. “I don’t think you really want to know.” Under her breath, she says, “I don’t really want you to know.”

“Please?” Cadence asks. The snow keeps falling all around them. The world is a beautiful snow globe, and Cadence’s stomach feels sick.

Morrigan doesn’t say another word. She simply grabs her suitcase and goes down the escalator to the subway. Hawthorne and Cadence run after her, but she disappears into the early morning crowd.

To Cadence’s dismay, the sun has already risen.

-

Cadence and Hawthorne get on a train that stops near their apartment on its loop, and Hawthorne passes out after a few stops. Cadence envies him. He’s always been able to sleep easier. Cadence watches passengers come and go, and thinks about Morrigan.

Morrigan, she’s realized, is weird as hell.

She eats human food and goes out in the sunlight, yet tells them she’s a vampire. Cadence has lived with her long enough to know that Morrigan can’t tell a lie to save her life. Literally. She can’t lie to Dearborn.

So Morrigan’s definitely a vampire.

In the decades Cadence has been a vampire, she’s only heard of one creature like Morrigan. It’s a horrid possibility, but Cadence needs to figure it out. She’s always survived by taking the upper hand in every situation she can, and she needs to know more about this one to do that. And if anyone knew more about what Morrigan might be, it would be Jupiter North.

Looks like they’re paying a visit to the Hotel Deucalion.

Cadence wakes Hawthorne up once she’s made up her mind. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes before saying, “To ask them about how to convince her to come back?”

“No, idiot, to figure out what Morrigan is. But that’s not actually a bad idea,” Cadence says. Hawthorne has a knack for finding the emotional side of everything.

“Thanks, Cadence,” Hawthorne says, sarcastically. “It’ll be nice to see them all again.”

“Maybe.”

Hawthorne laughs, but Cadence feels a wave of nausea at the thought of talking to the inhabitants of the Hotel Deucalion. There’s Jupiter North, who is overly friendly in a way that Cadence has no idea how to deal with. Dame Chanda and Frank are both intimidating in their flair and social know-how, whereas Fenestra is simply terrifying. Out of all of them, Cadence likes Kedgeree the most.

“I wonder if Jack will be there,” Hawthorne muses.

“Let’s hope not,” Cadence says. She and Jack Korrapati have a love-hate friendship in which they’ll brutally insult each other but then get tea after and make fun of people they both know. Cadence doesn’t particularly care to deal with it today.

Hawthorne and Cadence get off the train, and Cadence leads them to the next train they’ll have to take. A steady stream of evening commuters are arriving, and Cadence and Hawthorne weave through the crowd. They hop on their train, and Hawthorne passes the time by trying to come up with backstories for different passengers, which he whispers to Cadence. Cadence contributes a snide comment or two when she feels like it.

She appreciates the distraction.

Hotel Deucalion is a huge hotel in downtown, known for its upscale clientele and mysterious proprietor. Despite most of the staff being vampires or other paranormal entities, the hotel still caters to rich, regular humans. Cadence will never not be on her guard at the Hotel Deucalion.

As she and Hawthorne make their way through the lobby, Cadence relaxes her posture and keeps her head down. Despite some changes happening since Cadence was human, there haven’t been enough for her to discard her defense mechanisms. Hawthorne is much more welcome in this space than she is, and so she has him pave their way.

Hawthorne flings open the door to the basement of the Hotel Deucalion, and he and Cadence descend into the supernatural side of the hotel. The basement is lit by neon purple lights today, and it’s bustling. Some werewolves are playing pool, other witches are starting a game of poker. Two chimera children run in front of Cadence, almost tripping her up.

Cadence scans the crowd for Jupiter North. She spots him in the back, laughing with the vampire dwarf Frank. Cadence takes Hawthorne by the arm and heads towards him. Hawthorne resists, until he notices where they’re going.

Jupiter sees they’re approaching him, and sends Frank off with a blinding grin. It disappears when he turns towards them. “Where’s Morrigan?” he asks.

Cadence’s brow furrows. “You know her?”

“I know of her. Let’s go to my office.” Jupiter leads them to an unassuming door in the corner. He opens it, and gestures for them to go inside. Cadence and Hawthorne sit on the couch near the door, while Jupiter paces the room.

“What do you know about Morrigan?” Hawthorne asks, suspiciously.

“Nothing you two probably don’t suspect. Look, I’d hate to tell anyone this, but Morrigan is,” Jupiter takes a deep breath, “a daywalker.”

“I knew it,” Cadence mutters harshly.

“This doesn’t change anything, right? It can’t,” Hawthorne pleads.

Jupiter sighs. “It doesn’t have to. After their creation, daywalkers don’t do any harm to their environment inherently. Some choose to, but that’s all it is: a choice.”

Daywalkers are vampires that kill other vampires, and with their life energy become able to walk in the sunlight, and eat human food. The only downside is that a daywalker can’t transform into a bat.

Cadence doesn’t know how many vampires were killed to change Morrigan into a daywalker. She doesn’t want to. Sure, she and Hawthorne kill humans all the time, but it’s not the same. They could’ve known the vampires Morrigan killed.

But, it seemed like Morrigan regretted her murders. Cadence hopes so.

“Thanks, Jupiter,” Hawthorne says, sounding like he’s about to cry. Cadence rests her hand on his knee, trying not to think about how she feels the same.

“Always,” Jupiter says. “Now, do either of you know where Morrigan is?”

Cadence purses her lips. Hawthorne says, “We found her. It didn’t go well. She ran away.”

“Wonderful, absolutely wonderful,” Jupiter responds sarcastically. “Well, do you two want to help me find her?”

“Why do you want to find her?” Cadence asks. Daywalkers are highly reviled in the vampiric community, and Cadence doesn’t want any harm to come to Morrigan before they can talk again.

“Don’t worry. I want the best for her,” Jupiter says. Cadence feels a weight disappear from her shoulders. “So. How about this? You two search the West Side, while I organize my staff to search the other neighborhoods. If she’s out of the city, I’ll find her.”

“How?” Hawthorne asks, incredulous.

Jupiter winks. “I have my ways.” In a lower voice, he says, “I have super good eyesight. Came after a millennium.” Often, vampires get senses sharpened as they age. Cadence doesn’t know why, but she’s looking forward to it.

-

Hawthorne and Cadence split up to search the West Side, and Cadence flies for what feels like hours alone. It’s not snowing anymore, but the winds keep slapping her back and forth. It takes all she has to will herself to keep flying, keep looking.

Cadence ends up being the one to find Morrigan. Morrigan’s in a city park, a small one that consists of a strip of land around a lake the size of a city block. She’s sitting on a bench feeding the ducks.

Cadence lands beside her, and once she changes back into her ‘human’ form she says, “Most park rangers would tell you not to feed the ducks, you know.”

Morrigan jumps a foot into the air. She narrows her eyes. “You weren’t supposed to find me again.”

“So what? We need to talk.” Cadence sits on the bench next to Morrigan.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m moving out. That’s all there is,” Morrigan says, a trace of sadness infusing her voice.

“If you really do want to move out, that’s fine. Hawthorne and I aren’t going to kidnap you or anything. But you don’t have to. Whoever you are, whatever you are, you don’t need to. We just want you back,” Cadence says. She’s been flying for almost the entire day. She is exhausted in both body and mind, and she’s surprised that she means exactly what she’s saying. “Come back, Morrigan. Please.”

Minutes pass before Morrigan speaks. “I’m a daywalker,” she begins. “I’m part of the Crow family-I’m assuming you knew that already, though. They kicked me out for being gay,” and here Morrigan’s voice cracks, “and Ezra Squall found me. He turned me, then made me a daywalker. He’s one too, you know, even more powerful than me. I stayed with him for a while. Longer than I should have. I did his bidding.”

Cadence tucks away the discovery of Ezra Squall’s villainy away for the moment. “But you left.”

“That doesn’t change what I did. What I am.”

“It’s what matters,” Cadence says. “You’re not that person anymore. You left, and you found us. That’s what matters. Come back.”

“You both are so…” Morrigan trails off. She doesn’t look at Cadence.

“When I first met Hawthorne, I punched him in the nuts. I didn’t admit we were friends for decades. I have been insufferable, and frustrating, and awful. I’ve made him cry countless times. I’ve hurt a lot of people, and I’ve murdered loads. You aren’t any worse than me.”

Morrigan turns to face Cadence. Now, Cadence can see the silent tears streaming down Morrigan’s face. “Don’t lie to me,” Morrigan says.

“Ask Hawthorne. I’m not lying. I would never lie about something like this,” Cadence promises.

Morrigan lets out an audible sob. She crumples into Cadence’s arms. Morrigan cries, and cries, and cries. She soaks Cadence’s shirt, and Cadence strokes her hair. They stay like that, fit together like puzzle pieces, until Morrigan lifts up her head.

“Thank you,” Morrigan says.

“Anytime,” Cadence says, and means it.

-

[kazariloveandhavok]

Chapter 6- The New Best Friend Squad Part 2- Sick Day

A few days later…

The dummy thicc wind princess that was Spinnerella felt like she was just gonna melt into a pile of mucus, and her head kept spinning as she curled up in a chair. Her wife, Netossa, was not doing much better, in fact, she had already puked multiple times and she had a sore neck and short breathing. 

“Oh Gods, Spinny. Everything hurts! One of us is to blame and it’s not me!” said Netossa. 

Spinnerella raised an eyebrow . “Netossa, let’s vote on it!” she droned. 

“Spinny, you must be sicker and both of us if you think voting will actually change anything. There are only two of us! What the hell would voting achieve?!” Netossa tried to yell, only to cough up a lung.

Meanwhile, their son, Riley, was leaning against the wall with Kazari, Finn, Iyexi and Archer. 

“You see what I mean?” Riley said, keeping his distance. 

“Spinny, Nets. You two look horrible!” Kazari said, flatly.

“DUDE!” Riley shot a glare at Kazari before looking at his mothers. “Uh…mommy? Are you two okay?” 

Netossa tried to sit up, but to no avail. “Welp, my chest feels like it’s being crushed and my head is pounding like crazy, what do you think?” she asked with a pout? 

Spinny gave a harsh cough. “Riley, please kill me!” she said, clearly delirious. 

Iyexi grimaced as she activated her visor to scan Spinny and Netossa’s temperature. Jebuss Krist, you two are burning up!” the half-spacebat remarked. “Are you two okay?”

Spinny sighed and said, “I dunno, something bit us yesterday and now we both feel like death!

Archer rubbed the back of his head, saying, “So, Riley. What exactly do you need us for?”

“Right, so…we need to gather some stuff to make a broth, or something, before these my moms kill over or something,” said Riley. 

Netossa was a bit more successful at sitting up this time as she told Riley, “It’s okay, son. We’ll be okay, we just need a little bit of rest and relaxa-BLEEEEEEHHHHH!!” The net-tossing princess’ stomach convulsed and spewed out a massive stream of bile and half digested food and rubbish. 

Riley leaped back and watched in horror. “Oh geez, mom!” 

Spinnerella desperately tried to shield herself from the stream of chunky bile. 

The squad looked at each other with concern, with Finn remarking, “Fucking yikes!” 

Spinnerella tried to make a shield of wind to block the stream, but she simply did not have the energy to do so, all she could do is block with her arms. “EWEWEWEWEWEEEEW!” she cried out. 

Netossa stream finally ceased, and the net tossing princess collapsed onto the floor. 

Spinnerella whimpered, using what little strength she had to wipe off the vomit. “Riley, please hurry!”

Elberon 

Upon arrival, Kazari’s first thought was the memory of her first time coming here with Micah to help grab stuff for a special tea for Angella. It was actually quite nice. 

“Okay, guys. Here are lists of items for the brew,” Riley said, passing around small slips of paper.  As everyone took the paper, everyone seemed to break off into separate cliques; Kazari and Finn rushed off , while Iyexi and Archer remained with Riley. 

“I swear, those two have been inseparable since Kazari first got here,” Riley remarked. 

Iyexi placed her hands behind the back of her head, saying, “Well, me and Archer have a bet going on. I’m fairly certain that Kazari and Finn are gonna fuck, one of these days!”

Riley grimaced. “Oh, Jebuss Krist… you shouldn’t make bets on that kind of stuff,” he said, face flushed red with embarrassment. 

Archer cleared his throat as he tried to “Right….so…let’s just get the items…we need some noodles?”

Meanwhile, Kazari and Finn wandered through the town and immediately noticed something was off!

“Kaz, is it me, or does everyone seem…on edge?” asked Finn. 

Sure enough, people around the two magicats seemed to be looking over there collective shoulders. A woman was frantically trying to get back her house, and a little girl was desperately clinging on to her father like Golem holding on to that ring. 

That’s when the mayor, Elena walked up to the two. “Finn, son of Sir Adora and Lady Catra. Kazari, student of Micah. It’s good to see you two, but you should be careful!” 

“Mayor Elena, hey, how’s it going?” Finn asked. 

Elena looked tired, but gave as warm a smile as she could manage. She was a lanky woman with olive complexion and a pixie haircut. 

“Honestly, I’ve been better. We’ve been better!”

Kazari raised an eyebrow and asked, “So, what exactly is going on?” 

With a sigh, Elena explained, “There have been rumors that have been turning pretty credible, of a monster in the form of a spider!  

Kazari decided to gain more info, as her interest was now thoroughly piqued. “I see, so why not contact one of the princesses? the magicat asked. 

“Well,” Elena explained, Spinnerella and Netossa tried to help out yesterday, but now they’re sick, which is why everyone is on edge! Perfuma is preparing for the festival later, and frankly, we don’t think we should be relying on the princesses to solve all of our problems…”

Finn smirked. “Now that is an idea I can get behind!” they said. 

Kazari stepped forward and told the mayor, “If they are sightings of some kind of monster, then  the Best Friend Squad has gotcha covered. Consider it our new side quest!”

Some time later, everyone met up at a cafe, with Kazari ordering milk for everyone. “Okay, new plan,” she said. “Apparently, there half been rumors of a monster running around deep in the woods, I’m willing to bet that THAT is the cause of Spinny and Netossa’s illness!”

Finn raised an eyebrow and asked, “Kaz, are you suggesting that we become monster hunters?”

Kaz nodded. “That is EXACTLY what I am suggesting!”

“But…what about moms?!” Riley stammered. 

Kazari simply flash her million dollar smile, assuring him, “Don’t worry, Riley. Your moms are Spinnerella and Netossa! They fought in the war, I’m sure they can wait just a little while longer, I’m sure they’re handling it with grace and finesse.

Meanwhile, Spinnerella and Netossa were handling being sick with about as much grace and finesse as a big bull seal. Scorpia had arrived to help out, and was met with the sight of Netossa curled up in a fetal position and Spinnerella whimpering, face down on the floor, Netossa’s dried vomit caked on the side of her face. 

“Jebuss Krist, what the hell happened?!” said Scorpia. 

Spinny struggled into a seating position, saying, “Well, Netossa puked all over me, I tried to get up and wipe it off, but *sniff* I collapsed and landed on my bad ankle. It hurts so much…WAAHH!” 

Scorpia kneeled down and gave the dummy thicc wind princess and pulled her into an embrace. 

“Shh…it’s okay…Mama Scorps is here. Imma take such good care of you guys!”

Netossa threw her head back incredulously. “RILEY!!! PLEASE HURRY!!!”

Back in Elberon, Kazari led everyone towards to edge of the Whispering Woods. “Everyone, keep your eyes peeled. According to Elena, the monster looks like a spider, so if we come across it we need to….” Kazari suddenly zoned out, staring at a tree that seemed to distort in her vision. The distortions started to take on a shape that Kazari couldn’t quite make out. Iyexi waved a hand in front of Kazari’s face, causing the magicat to blink rapidly, snapping back to reality. “Woah, that was weird!”

“Kaz, are you okay? You kinda just zoned out for a second?” said Archer. 

“I don’t know….I thought I saw something. C’mon!”

“Oh Jeez, Kazari. I don’t know about this! You’re apparently hallucinating now, what if you caught moms’ sickness,” said Riley. 

Kazari simply hand waved that away, saying, “Nah, I think I’ve just saw something, but I’ll deal with that later. For now, we’ve got a spider to squish.

Iyexi placed a hand on Archer’s shoulder, saying, “Don’t worry, this is Kazari, she has her ways!” 

“Oh…I sure hope so!”

Kazari walked forward, cutting through some tall bushes and shrubbery, soon coming across, “Guys, looks, a spider web!” 

The web was glowing with kinda luminescence, slowly shifting between thalo blue and crime scene red. Riley and Kazari kneeled down to study it. “Riley, you’re half-Netossa, do you recognize the makeup of this web?” the magicat asked. 

Riley nodded his head. “Nah, this strange webbing seems almost…not entirely organic!”

Kazari tapped her chin pensively before grabbing the nearest stick she could find and poked the web, causing it to glitch out and undulate. Kazari and Riley backed up before the web burst into an acidic goop!

“What the fuck?!” Iyexi proclaimed. 

“Interesting!” said Kazari.

“Kazari, you scare me!” said Riley.

Finn placed an arm over Kazari’s shoulder saying, “Everyone's a critic these day, huh, Kaz?" they said in jest.

Kazari tapped her chin, the magicat saying, “These webs don’t seem to be built for trapping things, more like causing severe damage. Iyexi, be a dear and collect a sample, because this might provide some useful information!”

With a nod, Iyexi did just that, using a plastic bag and several cotton swabs to take samples of the spider goop. “Fucking gross,” she said. 

“That spider shouldn’t be far from here,” said Archer. 

“So, Kaz, which way should we go?” Finn asked their fellow magicat. 

Kazari opened her mouth, when she suddenly cried out, “Riley, look out!” as she tackled him to the ground, a large needle sailing past the two as they fell! 

Finn, Archer and Iyexi reeled back at what shot the needles, and sure enough, it was that damned spider, one that was as big as a large dog!

“Holy fucking shit!” Riley exclaimed. 

Kazari sprang to her feet and helped Riley up, saying, “Okay, this must be the fucker that made you mums sick. Let’s take it down!” 

Finn, Archer and Iyexi gathered around the redhead, with Archer asking, “Kaz, what’s the plan?!”

Kazari turned to Riley, “Riley, you’re half Netossa! How good are you with tossing nets?” she asked. 

Riley gave a shrug, saying, “Welp, I only have half my mother’s potential, so I’ve gotta be smart about!” 

With a nod, Kaz whispered into Riley’s ear, before telling him, “Riley, just run! We’ll handle this!”

Riley did not have to be told twice, running off deeper into the woods. The squad lined up as the spider hissed at them. Other than its sheer size, the spider had a dark iridescent body and its back was adorned in a blood red pattern that looked oddly familar.   

Kazari clenched her fist as she suddenly spun around on her heels, shouting, “RUN AWAY!!!” with the other following suit, sprinting deeper into the woods, the spider giving chase. Eventually, Kazari and Finn started running on all fours, pulling ahead as the spider continued to gain on the four, its disturbingly stocky legs scuttling and shuffling with the quickness.

“Kazari! Where are we going?!” asked Finn. 

Still running, Kazari simply winked at them, saying, “You’re about to find out!”   

“What?”

“Just over this incline!”

Kazari and Finn led the charge, bounding over a hill and into the path of a crudely made web, created by an exhausted Riley. 

“Damn, nice work, Riley!” Iyexi complemented. 

Kazari narrowed her eyes, and ordered, “Finn, you and I will take the top corners, Archer and Iyexi, you two take the bottoms!

The spider was inching closer and closer and closer, its four cerulean orb-like eyes appeared to look like….malice? Rage? How? It didn’t matter as Kazari and Finn leaped across the tree and grabbed the tops of the web while Archer and Iyexi took the bottoms, taking the web and covering the spider, who thrashed around wildly, its legs tearing a ripping at the nets, Kazari knew she had to act quickly, so she tightened her grip on the nets and shouted, “Silky Spider Thread Havok OVERDRIVE!” and send a steady current of havok magic through the nets, electrocuting the spider, causing the monster to spaz out and explode into a rain of smoldering guts and entrails. 

Riley grimaced at the sight. 

Kazari smirked, shaking the pins and needles out of her hand. “Hmph! Hmph! That takes care of that! C’mon, you guys, let’s go check on the town! ARCHER!”

Everyone linked up as Archer teleported everyone back to Elberon. When they got there however, the town was covered in luminescent spiderwebs, and the people were hiding. “It’s okay, everyone! We’ve got em’!” Kazari shouted. 

Suddenly, one guy peaked his head out of a nearby window, saying, “ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?!”

Before anyone could even process that, a large needle flew past the squad, piercing Riley in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Archer rushed to his side, asking him, “Are you okay?!”

Riley broke into the cold sweat and turned pale. “Oh Jebuss Krist, everything hurt, my head is spinning, I think I’m gonna vomit!”

Kazari looked for what shot Riley, but she didn’t have for long, with a gasp, she was the first to notice an even bigger spider, one that was the size of a large storage building, looming over Elena’s home. 

“Holy fucking shit!” Finn exclaimed.

“That must be the mother, and the cause of Spinny and Netossa’s illness” Iyexi said. 

The man in the window cried out, “We’re all about to die!”, but Kazari turned around, saying, “Or, perhaps not! I’ve decided to explore the Valley of the Lost yesterday, and it’s amazing what you’d buried under the sand!”

Archer, who was cradling the downed Riley said, “Kazari, what are you-?” but soon got his answer when Kazari pulled out an old rusty Horde Soldier Blaster! 

“What the- THAT’S AN OLD HORDE BLASTER!” Iyexi shouted.

Kazari nodded, saying, “Damn right, and it’s about to get a havok extension!”

With a smirk, Kazari aimed the gun, channeled her havok through the chamber and barrel, and opened fire on the spider mother. 

Riley, who has now in a full blown fever, looked at the sight before him, saying, “What the fuck?! I knew that bitch was crazy, but not THAT crazy. In front of the Gods and everybody?! INCREDIBLE! Where did she even get the gun?! WHY SHOOT UP THE WHOLE VILLAGE?!”

Kazari let loose a furious roar, continuing the fire at the super spider, until the limited use of havok proved too much for the rather gun, which suddenly exploded. Kazari staggered back, but smirked as it seemed the damage was enough to knock the spider off its perch! It quickly got up, hissing at the five, hate in its many eyes. 

Kazari scooped up Riley in a bridal carry, saying, “Okay, we’ll draw its fire, you guys grab its legs, we’re headed to Spinny and Netossa’s house. Archer, get ready to teleport. I’ve got a plan!” 

“Wha- Kazari, what are you-?”

The magicat darted forward, and leaped onto the spider’s back while the other’s grab the spider’s legs!

“Now, Archer!” 

Archer tightened his grip and teleported outside of Spinnerella and Netossa’s house before grabbing Riley, gently placing him next to Spinny and Netossa.

“Wha-? Oh no, Riley. Not you too!” said a dying Netossa. 

 Finn and Iyexi dodged the needles being shot at then while Kazari grabbed Archer and they both teleported onto the top of the roof. 

“Archer! Got your arrows?” asked the magicat. 

“Do you even have to ask?” Archer, pulled out a retractable folding bow and arrow set. 

“Together!” Kazari shouted. 

Finn and Iyexi managed to get the spider to turn its back to Kazari and Archer, who’d both drawn back the arrow, crackling with Kazari’s havok magic. “Here we go, Archer! Arrowshot Havok Overdrive. They released the arrow, it flying like a comet, straight into the spider’s back. Bullseye! The spider’s body flashed with electricity as it suddenly burst into another shower and guts and ectoplasm. 

Last time, Iyexi was able to miraculously avoid getting dirty. This time, suffice to say, she was not so lucky this time! 

Spinnerella, Netossa and Riley, suddenly felt a wave like a fresh spring breeze! It was as if they were never sick at all! “Woah, I suddenly feel better!” Riley remarked. 

Spinny and Netossa shot up, went outside, and surveyed the damage. “Okay, this is actually very concerning!” said Netossa. 

Kazari and Archer leaped down from the roof and gave the two a thumbs up! 

“So, it looks like you’re feelin’ better,’ Kazari remarked. 

Spinnerella, however, said nothing, only thinking to herself; “Where did the thing even come from?”

Netossa stepped forward, saying, “Welp, thanks for the help, can you also do us a favor and give our thanks to Scorpia? Thanks!”

The squad fistbumped each other, triumphantly, but then Spinny cut in, saying, “Okay, this is all well and good, but whose gonna clean all this is up?” to which Netossa walked up to her with a broom, dustpan and the sexy maid outfit!

“Yeah, that seems about right!”

[miekasa]

I’m in love with the idea of twitch streamer bf eren

OKAY ME TOO!! Easily top 3 best Eren concepts imo it’s just so good and so... him, he falls on the gamer himbo boyfriend side of the scale for sure

Let’s start with his setup: purple and/or green with a dark wood tabletop. He keeps the lights green during the day or when his computer is idle, and mixes in the purple when it’s dark out because he likes the Ambiance. 

Only one monitor and do not let him buy another one no matter how much he claims he needs it. He does not. He has a TV in his room tho, but it’s not mounted above or near his desk; it’s on the opposite wall that faces his bed. Laying down and watching Netflix takes priority.  

He’s a sucker for themed keyboards/keycaps. If he finds a set themed around his favorite show or a character he likes, he’ll buy it. No self control.

The majority of his keyboards have that super clacky almost officey sounding click to them, and he’s obsessed with it. Sometimes he fucks around on Google Docs typing nonsense just to hear the keyboard make noise.

Puts in special keycaps on the ones with your initials on whichever keyboard he’s using at the moment <3 gamer boyfriend things <33

Always swears he wants to do some kind of special event or thank you for subscriber/follower milestones, but he never catches his own milestones 😭😭 by the time he realizes he has 100k subs, he’s already on 103k or something 

Then he calls you, his friends, and his subscribers fake for not pointing it out to him like sir it’s right there on your screen please. All you had to do was LOOK

If he’s in the middle of a game and he really has a to pee, or he’s gotta go do something, he’ll yell for you, and you come in, obviously slightly worried, but then Eren is just hurriedly giving you instructions, “Here, press left or right to move, spacebar to fire, avoid these, kill those. That ugly look thing to the left is Jean, and over there is his character. You’re teammates, I’ll be right back,” before he puts his headphones on your head and runs off. Now you’re left to fend for yourself, good luck.

He can be gone anywhere from 30 seconds to 30 minutes 😭😭 if he’s gone for a short amount of time, he comes back with just as much chaotic energy to take back his headphones and shoo you away as he did to throw it all on you pls.

Other times, he’ll go and make a whole ass meal and come back sauntering in with a half eaten grilled cheese in hand, “Oh shit are you still playing, babe—hey you’re doing really well, look at you go!”

When you’re not there, he mentions you a lot, because he’s always thinking about you no matter how small it is; even just the design of a character would prompt him to a make a comment, “I don’t think my girlfriend has ever played this, but I know she’d main this character.” 

Does he invite you to play a game he knows you’ve never played or are bad at with him on his stream, knowing full well he’s an ace at it and will crush you publicly? Absolutely. Without a doubt. 

There’s always a very shameless, not at all subtle shoutout to his Instagram in the middle of all his streams please, he’ll be playing a game and randomly it’s like, “Fire pic on Instagam by the way, go like that.” 

His comments are pretty respectful whenever you’re there or he mentions you; there’s a few cheeky randoms who like to make donations whenever you’re on the screen or say some inappropriate stuff, but Eren’s learned to just ignore it. It doesn’t make him happy, and he might tell people to chill if it’s excessive, but he won’t call out anything explicitly and make you uncomfortable while you’re there. 

Sometimes Connie will make a comment about how you’re hot, and that’s definitely something Eren will call out and bring attention to, more so to mock Connie than anything. 

At one point, his subscribers keep asking for more content with you (especially if you’re not there often/it’s been a while since people have seen a peek of you), to which Eren will pout because, “Hey, this is my Twitch-- now, look, you’ve gotten your Eren’s hot girlfriend privileges revoked for the week.”

Terrible at doing unboxing videos whenever he gets sent product because he just rips things open 😭😭 he’s too eager to do ASMR or gentle/detailed unboxing, he just wants to test out the new parts as soon as possible. 

Abuses his spinny gamer chair. Spins himself dizzy on it (yes, while he’s streaming and waiting for lobbies/things to load), spins you dizzy on it when you’re just trying to be comfy, spins the both of you dizzy when he’s trapped you on his lap. 

He’d be one of those lucky people who gets a cool single name user/ID. Like he gets just @eren or @jaeger/yeager, because his name is pretty unique, but I can totally see him going the typical fun gamer tag route. 

His content is anything from him streaming Overwatch and COD to terraforming his Animal Crossing island, he does not discriminate. One day you could get Eren calling Jean a fucking dumbass for not healing him, and the next day he’s doing his best impressions of Timmy and Tommy.

Do not put it past him to build you a whole ass PC setup if you express the slightest interest in one, even if it’s not solely for gaming/you wanna use it for work/school. He’ll do it. He’ll make his hyperfixating work for him. 

Plus then he’d get to give you one of his old keyboards and give you special keycaps with his initials and go on about how he’s officially got a gamer gf even if all you can do is press the spacebar <33 

[soulofapatrick]

The Pack Realises You’re in Love With Derek Hale 1/5

PARRISH - Peter Thornberry's POV:

I hear the window slide open and someone lands easily on their feet, the familiar creak of the window being shut again follows before the person just stops. I don't care who it is, I just need a supernatural break and I've told the whole pack this via a group message but I guess that doesn't matter. They want to bother me so guess what... they're bothering me.

"Do I not get one single day off?!" I can't help the anger seeping through my voice as I spin the desk chair, expecting to see Scott or Lydia, maybe even Jackson who has been making more and more visits recently but instead it's Parrish. All that frustration immediately is gone at the sight of his face and the amount of conflicting emotions in his chartreuse green eyes as he shuffles, "Parrish." I finally breathe out.

"I'm sorry, I can go..." He heads back for the window but I reach out, catching the sleeve of his jacket to stop him because my supernatural day off can wait. His gaze meets mine and he smiles sheepishly, looking unsure of himself and my hand holding his arm now, "Peter?"

"Come on, tell me what's wrong," I pull myself from the very comfortable spinny chair Noah got me when I started at Beacon Hills High with most of the pack just over a year ago, "I thought you were Scott honestly, he's been bothering me a lot recently as he's confused about his alpha status."

"I-" Jordan opens his mouth before closing it again, so I wait until he finally speaks up, "Lydia told me you were the person to go to if I needed help and I also heard you make some kick-ass hot chocolate."

"And who told you that huh?" I lead the police officer downstairs and towards the living room, his hand in mine that is really soft for someone who can set themselves on fire and be okay. He lets out a chuckle and I know my attempt at distractions is working. Jordan doesn't even seem to notice when I push him gently into a seat at the table, letting go of his hand, and going into the kitchen to begin the hot chocolate.

"Malia," He finally tells me as I decide to ignore the quick and easy kettle method of hot chocolate. Instead I heat up a pan, breaking up chocolate to melt and make the drink creamier because honestly, something tells me Jordan isn't taking to the supernatural world very well. I hope dogs like cream as well as cats, "She's been joining me on my patrols. I'm not sure how she does it really," He pauses, causing me to glance in his direction as he fumbles for the words, I just wait, "How she stays so composed. So... human."

"Practice," I reply, remembering how much Stiles worked with Malia to make her at least somewhat human. Nolan being turned actually helped her lot because she was forced to explain it all to someone else who could somewhat understand her, "And Nolan. Also an anchor."

"Anchor?"

"Someone or thing that tethers you to your human side. Every supernatural creature needs on, even me and I'm only an emissary." I explain, internally scolding myself because of course no-one's taught Jordan about anchors and how to control the shifts. I'm not sure if anyone even thought to because of everything that's happened over the last year. Yeah no, the look on his face says that I've spoken a completely foreign language to him so instead of embellishing I silently pass him his hot chocolate, letting him process it all first because anchors can be a lot if you've only just learnt about the supernatural but Jordan is strong.

"What's your anchor?" The hellhound finally speaks up, eyes raising from his drink to meet mine, "Or who, I guess."

"Mine?" He nods, "Mine is Derek. Derek Hale is my anchor."

"Derek..." Jordan doesn't finish his sentence as the cogs begin to turn in his head, "Derek Hale is your anchor because you love him?"

"I..." I'm not exactly sure how to reply because of course he hits the nail on the head immediately, "Yes, Derek's my anchor because I care for him. He keeps me grounded when I have to draw all that emissary power."

"Does it have to be a person?"

"Of course not, Derek's anchor is his anger."

"Derek's anchor isn't you?" Jordan again catches me off guard, "He has no idea how you feel?"

"N-"

"THE LIVING ROOM IS MINE!" Stiles comes racing through the front door, it slamming shut with a crash so loud that it makes even my human ears hurt, "THE METS ARE PLAYING AND THEY'RE WINNING SO SHIFT!" He's bouncing on the spot so I sigh fondly at my (adopted) brother's hyperactive nature before grabbing Jordan's hand again to take him back upstairs, "THANK YOU PETEY!" Stiles grins at me, practically giggling when I roll my eyes and tug Jordan back upstairs with me.

He eyes the bed and I've had most of the pack join me at some point so without a second thought I'm helping Jordan out of his jacket and telling him to get comfortably undressed, to help himself to any of my clothes as we're around the same height and to get into bed as he can stay here tonight. He hesitates until I'm giving him a pointed look and climbing under the freezing covers, wanting the hellhound to hurry up and join me. Finally Jordan starts to move, kicking his shoes off then the trousers before sliding into bed beside me, all that awkwardness I thought he'd gotten over coming back.

"Come here dumbass," I shake my head affectionately, pulling him into the centre of the bed and forcing him to roll over so I can spoon him because no guy will admit it but it's comforting being the little spoon sometimes.

It only takes a few minutes of Jordan shuffling awkwardly before all tension in his body disappears and he's whispering, "I want Lydia as my anchor."

"Then make her your anchor." I murmur back, already half asleep with the warmth radiating off of him and my forehead pressed against the back of his neck, arm loosely around his waist and one of my feet between his. That's how we fall asleep,

In the morning I wake to Parrish gone but a sticky note stuck to a soft looking purple sweater saying: 'it's fire retardant so if you even need to stop me. Do it. Love Parrish xxx'

Part 2 // Part 3 //  Part 4 // Part 5

[residentmiddlechild]

Alright...so I don’t know if any of you guys have watched Micarah Tewers on YouTube (you should if you haven’t), but I just watched one of her videos and it gave me big Marinette vibes and now I need her to run a YouTube channel like this... 

[Here’s a link to one of my favourite videos of hers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CfolgJ9Fik&ab_channel=MicarahTewers]

It’s just the scatterbrained, fashion-loving, wholesome vibes that are packed into those videos that are screaming Marinette to me. They both have the perfect chaotic energy. Like the channel might offically be for fashion, but she gets distracted with random other things so often. Like just imagine...

— Marinette: *sewing something* *the kwamis knock something over in the background and she looking back in a panic* Marinette: *looks back at the camera and lies* anyway I live in an attic and my house is haunted — (and Micarah does this thing where she uses absurb objects to measure things...) Marinette: cut out a strip of fabric roughly the size of your local cat friend’s boot- Marinette: trace a circle about the size of your imaginary pet ladybug’s head- — Marinette: *while handsewing and reading comments from a previous video* are you Adrien Agreste’s Pajama Girl? Ha. Ha. Ha. *spins around in her spinny chair and fake cries and turns around with the pajamas in hand* yes kill me now Marinette: am I Chat Noir’s Baker Girl? Well my parents are bakers. And I am a girl. So maybe. 👀 maybe I have multiple personalities! I’m baker girl, designer girl and pajama girl!! I’ve figured it out. I’ve connected the dots. I’ve connected them. — Marinette: *having righteous anger over fashion faux pas* — Marinette: I’m going to summon the ghost *throws crumbs on the floor* okay. Watch. The ghost will eat it. I swear I don’t lie. But they only do it when I’m alone. I’m not insane. *the kwamis eat the food, which the camera can’t pick up* you’re welcome o ghost for the offering — Marinette: *making rant videos about movies that did not deserve to win Oscars for fashion* Marinette: *getting distracted really easily, playing video games with her parents, baking, having Chat Noir and Alya visiting* Marinette: *pausing her work to stare at Adrien’s pictures* *looks at them longingly* anyway- — Marinette: *reading more comments about the “ghost” living with her* yes I am haunted…..by crippling pressure and self doubt- — Marinette: some of you guys have been saying that I have a crush on Adrien Agreste. *stares at camera* Anyway- — Marinette: *just sewing* *there’s a bump on the roof* AHHH- Marinette: *into the camera* it’s okay, it’s just a cat. *lets the cat in* Chat Noir: Hi, so Ladybug was busy tonight and I’m bored and hungry. Mari: and what do I owe you-? :/ …except my life… hold on, imma get you some gosh darn food- Chat: *after Marinette returns with food while eating* oh my gosh, I love croissants. I never get them. Marinette: *while picking a fabric, does double take* what? Sir- you live in Paris, how do you NEVER get croissants?? Chat: *swallows* that goes into secret identity territory… Marinette: Ah darn. Okay. Well I guess you just live in a big castle all by yourself and you can’t have croissants because your too poor to hire a chef and can’t make them yourself. How sad. Chat: *nodding* it’s so sad. Marinette: yes, now hold this role of velvet- — Marinette: hey everybody it’s Marinette. You can call me Marinette. No, it is not short for Marie Antoinette. — Marinette: I live in Paris. Yes, we’re still alive despite Mothman outlawing sadness. *whispers close to the camera* which really sucks for me- Marinette: *messes up on a stitch* hold on *goes to her balcony to scream for a second* okay I’m good — Hey so Chat Noir is here again this ungrateful stray- but he doesn’t want to sew tonight, so we’re going to bake cinnamon rolls, and I am just appalled because -honest to goodness- I swear he is a real cat because he has never baked anything in his life?? Sir did you never bake cookies with your mom? Wait- don’t answer that. Anyway, we’re changing the channel name to Marinette Bakes now I guess- (the channel is actually called Marinette Makes or something.) — She ends up having to do an interview with editing help from Alya to prove that she’s not Ladybug when people start theorizing. — Marinette: *walking down the street after fabric shopping* that’s Chloe Bourgeois. We are going to avoid her. She’s the mayors daughter. And we are not going to say anything else about her because, you guessed it, she’s the mayor’s daughter. — Marinette: *mad that something didn’t work* *makes an animation of an akuma coming for her* oH NO- — Constant interruptions by akumas.

Anyway, the vibes are great and the possibilities are endless.

[reidsnose]

cosmically connected

overview: spencer has a sudden realization after having a conversation with you

genre: F L U F F

a/n: i just think this one is super cute hehe also it takes place like at the end of the work day and half the team has already gone home lmao

masterlist

"you really don't believe in soulmates?" Garcia pressed on.

"I'm a man of science! and science says no" Reid retorted.

"actually, science man, science says yes," you butted in, as you stopped packing up your things, pushing yourself off your desk in your spinnie chair to be nearer to them.

Reid turned in his chair to see the newcomer, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you smiled at him.

"is that so?" he teased, cocking an eyebrow.

you loved when you had a bit of attitude with each other. a cocky side of Spencer wasn't a common occurrence, so when it appeared you felt your cheeks grow red.

"oh! y/n you told me about this the other day! i said you sounded just like boy genius remember!" Garcia giggled, shaking her hands in excitement.

"yeah i remember." you laughed.

"can you tell me!" Reid feigned exasperation as he grew inpatient.

"relax! I'm about to!" you chuckled before continuing. "basically, when the big bang, or whatever caused the creation of the universe happened, there was all sorts of molecules and space dust that was together at one point that broke apart. do you agree?"

"yes." he answered cautiously.

"and in the whole universe is made of those particles?"

"mhm."

"im gonna stop calling them particles because i hate that word so im saying space dust. but in that case, humans are made of said space dust?"

"hmm... yeah thats correct."

"so two people could be made of the same space dust that was once whole?"

"i-yeah i guess you could say that."

"in that case, these two are cosmically connected then. bound together from the beginning by the beginning. in other words:" you wiggled your fingers as some sort of tiny 'ta-da' for dramatic effect, "soulmates!"

Spencer's mouth opened. and then closed. and then opened again, but then closed back up.

"he's speechless! you left the resident genius speechless! and you proved him wrong!" Garcia chirped, flashing and award winning smile to you.

you looked at Spencer, watching the wheels turn in his head. never in your life had you met a person quite like him. you loved watching him just exist, everything he did brought a blush to your cheeks. your felt embarrassed to crush so hard on a coworker, but you were convinced he didn't feel the same so it didn't really matter. you enjoyed adoring him from afar if it meant you could at least be his friend.

"i cant believe it." he stated simply, looking into your eyes and feeling as though he'd been electrocuted. in a good way.

you giggled looking down for a moment, afraid to keep eye contact for too long.

"what do you say braniac? did i convince you?" you asked, looking back up to meet his gaze.

the way you looked at him, Spencer was sure he would melt. you gave him a sly smile as you awaited a response, and he felt his heart rate quicken. every moment the two of you had ever shared together flashed through his mind and he was hit with a sudden realization.

"soulmates are real." he confirmed, cracking a goofy smile.

but he didn't come to that conclusion because of your scientific explanation.

it was because in that moment, he was sure he had found his soulmate. you.

"yes!" you exclaimed and interrupted his thoughts, spinning around in your chair and tapping excitedly on his desk.

"science said soulmates! science said soulmates!" Garcia said in a sing song voice, pushing you around the bullpen in her office chair.

Spencer couldn't help but laugh as he watched the scene unfold before him.

"when are you going to tell her?" morgan asked, clapping the younger boy lightly on the shoulder.

"i dont know. never? and maybe not even then." he responded much too quickly, feeling embarrassed at his crush.

"come on man! you're a profiler you gotta know shes into you!"

"except for the part where she isnt."

"i cant wait to say i told you so."

"youll be waiting a while."

"ah but not forever, pretty boy. not forever!" morgan laughed before walking out of the bullpen with garcia.

Reid scoffed lightly and rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips at the idea of you liking him back.

"aw man!" you cursed at you phone, after standing up from your desk with your bag in your hand.

"whats wrong?" he inquired, hands gripping his satchel as he walked through the now nearly empty bullpen to your desk.

"my friends had to cancel plans," you sighed, setting your phone down.

"oh im sorry. is there anything i can do?" he asked politely, making your heart flutter as you walked towards the elevators.

"no not really, i just need to figure out what to do with all the cookies i baked them." you joked, trying to bring light to your slowly dimming mood.

"i can help you eat them. we could watch a movie, or i could read to you." he offered, cheeks glowing a soft red under the streetlight.

"i think that sounds perfect," you smiled, a sudden flush filling your chest. "you wanna just ride with me?" you offered, opening your car door.

"yeah sure." he agreed, smiling softly.

"so," you began as you pulled out of the parking lot.

"so," he chuckled.

"do you really believe in soulmates now?" you asked, curious on how you were able to convince him so quickly.

his heart thumped wildly in his chest, "yes. i think ive met mine."

you felt your face fall but only for a second, forcing yourself to be happy for him, "aww, whats her name."

"y/n." he answered, nearly causing you to crash the car.

you swerved to the edge of the road and pulled over.

"what?" you questioned, breathless from the sudden news.

"i said her name name is y/n." he said nervously.

"im so glad you said that because im positive mine is named spencer." you smiled, feeling a sort of warmth spread through your body that you had never felt before.

he smiled a wide, goofy grin before placing a soft kiss to your lips which you gladly returned.

[gemma-collins-ily]

Would you do prompt 16•Requested Character and Reader sharing a soft smile across a crowded room with Kaz across the crowded Crow Club before they do their nightly routine of flirting in his office?

Heavenly

Kaz Brekker X Reader

a/n - awww secret flirting my heart went oof. Had a smile on my face as I wrote, thank you lovely!

Prompt: Requested Character and Reader sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

Warnings: gambling and that's it I believe.

Tagged: @mrs-brekker15

The Crow Club was packed once again, just as it always was.

Kaz was upholding his reputation of a brooding man, one that could send shivers down anyone's spine. He was doing this by standing in the corner of the room, drawn to his full height and cloaked in shadow as he surveyed his kingdom.

His gloved hands were wrapped over his signature crow headed cane - his left clasped above his right. His shoulders were taut with tension and his eyes had rage swirling within their depths as his gaze burned into a customer at the gambling tables, a shot beside them.

Jesper.

Kaz had scavenged for many an opportunity in which he could slap the man, his idiocy only increasing Kaz's stress.

In fact, he barely had to search for the right time to backhand him: with Jesper, it was suitable to at almost any point in his life, which, at this rate, would be short lived.

His grip tightened on the cane in his grasp as he restrained himself from harming the sharpshooter, just as he had forced himself to do many times before.

It was infuriating, how he could be so careless with his money. Yes, he himself had made a Club for this specific type of reason, to rake in bets and wave coin under noses, only to rip their previous hard earned pay from their grasp instead.

This didn't mean he wanted his friend to fall down a rabbit hole of debt and addiction. To learn to love the adrenaline of scanning body language and wagering what he would inevitably lose that day.

Kaz supposed he was partially the root of the problem, Jesper had to work in a place where he was constantly tempted. If he hadn't built a club, maybe the Zemeni would never have begun his descent to being broke.

He wondered, if charging Jesper for rent would make him save up just a little each month and reduce the frequent visits to the tables. Or, it could end with him futilely trying to convince Kaz of his innocence and overused excuses.

Maybe it would influence Kaz, if his justification for loss of money wasn't so unbelievable.

It was silly, how many times the sharpshooter had attempted to defend his honour with the same, half-baked phrases.

Dirtyhands marched over to the table and struck his cane over Jesper's cards, so they were on full show for everyone to see.

"Only a flush. How sad." he drawled.

Jesper looked enraged but masked it with a grin and tried to make a snippy remark. Kaz beat him to it.

"Guard the door, Jesper." he spat venemously.

Something along the lines of, 'that damned door' was murmured as he stalked away from the table, not staying to hear any more.

He skulked back to the shaded corner and you finally let a chuckle burst from your lips.

Kaz was trying to seem intimidating, he really was, and it would make many tremble but to you, he seemed like a hormonal teenage boy, irritated and moping around.

As unbelievable as it was, Kaz was a teenage boy, one who had the weight of a business on his shoulders and a reputation to uphold. That was majorly why he appeared older than his true age.

You had been seated on a barstool and amusing yourself greatly by rotating and spinning around on the top. Spinny chairs were simply irresistible. To say they were not would be a lie.

Next, you had spotted the scene Kaz crafted at the gambling tables and watched, intrigued, your head leant on your palm and your elbow on one of your knees.

As Kaz heard the glorious sound that left your lips, his head turned and for a moment, he could have sworn time had stopped.

The candle lights were reflected by your glowing skin, the flame silhouettes flickering over your face, illuminating your eyes and hilighting the sprinkles of glee and flare contained within them. Your hair shone in the light and as your eyelashes graced your cheeks, you looked...

So perfect.

Then, you felt his stare and your eyes locked. The shared gaze was rather intense, however it wasn't in an uncomfortable way. You were basking in each other's presence, even though you were nowhere near him physically.

You smiled softly, your eyes becoming slightly squinted as you did so, and even though Dirtyhands knew he had to stay stern on the outside, withhold his smile himself, he couldn't control the one that materialised onto his face.

It wasn't a wolfish smirk, as he usually sported, or a full blown grin, only a natural smile that had crept up on his features.

He didn't mind.

There was no possible way anyone would notice anyway. You were enveloped in crowds and all customers were occupied, so, he reasoned, what was the harm in presenting you with another?

You dodged drunkards as you spun and twisted to the stairs and started your ascent. Kaz knew where you were heading and the crowds parted, leaving a path for him to step forth.

A benefit to his prominence was that no one dared to get within ten feet of him, they would rather press up against walls or other bodies, as though if they came closer he would lunge.

No coward in the Barrel wanted to endanger himself voluntarily and it worked in Kaz's favour.

He swept up the staircase and entered his office. You faced him and he saw the previous soft smile enlarge into a devious smirk.

"What's the smirk for, darling?"

He was already pulling out the pet names and he had acknowledged why you would be grinning like a fool in love ages ago. It was known by you both.

You only shook your head and Kaz examined you then asked, "What have you got today then?"

You instantly snapped back, wasting no time, "If you gave me a penny for my thoughts I’d have just one penny, because I only think about one thing and that’s you."

Then after you had given the flirtatious remark you continued jokingly, "Guess that one won't work on you though, since we all know you would never give up your prescious kruge."

He let a laugh fall freely from his throat, just as he did every night, hearing the insane things you heard in the streets of Ketterdam and your supposed reasoning as to why you would have to carry on with others.

You would always give a fleeting phrase as you pretended to mull over what pick up line could truly be used on him. It was like a game and a mesmerising one at that.

"What about this? Do you believe in love at first sight or do I have to walk by again?"

You were always awfully chipper for the late evening, not to say Kaz didn't enjoy reveling in your excitement and cheer.

He responded teasingly, purposefully making you continue the flattery, "I don't, so wouldn't work. Guess you'll have to think of another."

"Very well then. Let's see," you hummed thoughtfully, "I can read palms."

You said it in a matter of fact way and motioned for him to hold his out. He took his glove off and extended his palm to you.

"Can you now?"

"Yup."

You grabbed a pen, uncapped it and wrote your name on his palm, careful not to actually make physical contact. He was holding it steady with his other gloved hand as you wrote, thinking of how considerate you were.

"Oh it says your going to call me soon!" You exclaimed with mock joyfulness and he chuckled at the elaborate line.

"I've got one, love. Here. Did the sun come up or did you just smile at me?"

You gasped and raised the back of your palm to your forehead, falsely swooning and he found himself grinning once again.

You never failed to make him smile.

And as you continued to exchange little quips throughout the night, Kaz returned his hand to his glove, flexing his fingers and forming a fist once it was fitted snugly. However, he continously stroked his palm, in the place you had written your name in examplary penmanship throughout the conversation.

And when you were long gone, probably deep in slumber, he lifted his glove slightly to see the looped handwriting.

He treasured the temporary mark on his hand and found it was even better than what he could have felt if you had hugged.

He could still feel the pen running over his skin, the tingling sensation still present.

It was heavenly.

[carbonated-fenwater]

We're officially into week two of hiatus so here's all my Shitty RWBY character headcannons:

Ruby Rose

- before Atlas, she had stupid contact names for everyone in her scroll

- really good at makeup but doesn’t have the patience for it

- “I’ve graduated from Combat Skirts. I wear a Combat Kilt now”

- has in fact practiced her “leader face” in the mirror before

- does morning affirmations that go along the line of “You are The Huntress. You are the baddest, silver eyed bitch in Remnant. Zwei is proud of you. The moon does not care if you cry during your lunch break today so you shouldn’t either.”

Weiss Schnee

- actually hates sweet stuff. Like she had access to all really high quality stuff when she was a kid and as she grew up she kind of grew out of it

- only one on the whole team who takes her coffee black and makes fun of the others for it

- purposefully smacks people in the face with her braid but always plays it off as an accident

- Brokest Rich Bitch in Atlas

- "Hey Weiss, can you spot me?" *riffling through her FAT wallet, "Sorry can't, I'm Atlas broke."

- Is actually blind in her left eye and whenever someone sneaks up on her on that side she will reactively glyph them into the ceiling

Blake Belladonna

- nyan-binary

- playing a game of what weird stuff she can do and convince her friends that "it's a Menagerie thing."

- *wearing her boots in bed* it’s fine we do this all the time at home

- “Hey guys watch how far I can jump and still land on my feet!”

- *stubs her toe on a table* “This is a hate crime”

- she picked that up from Sun btw

- absentmindedly fluffs up her hair when she’s nervous or thinking

- no one has EVER seen her go to the bathroom in her Atlas outfit. They don’t know how she survives

Yang Xiao Long

- desperately needs a haircut and she Knows it but she'd too stubborn to give up the "don't touch my hair" schtick

- uses her semblance to dry her hair because it takes 6 hours otherwise

- her and Jaune hanging out together = “We’re just Blonde Bois doing what blonde bois do”

- everyone learned very fast after reuniting not to ask Yang for a hand

- drinks Kool-aid like a monster

Jaune Arc

- terrified of needles

- when practicing with his semblance in training he would rub his hands together and yell, "CLEAR!"

- hates coffee but started drinking it in Atlas in an attempt to seem more professional and grown up

- plays guitar but plays banjo better

- can also play spoons

- hates shoelaces with a Passion which is why his boots use snap ons

- has had Nora and Yang spin him really fast on office spinny chairs to help him get over his motion sickness

- one of those people who shushes inanimate objects when they make noise. The rest of JNOR has also picked up this habit

Nora Valkyrie

- uses her semblance to shock people

- "If I run and leap at Jaune, he will almost certainly catch me in his arms"

- the friend that you love to hate for being a morning person

- sometimes will just,,,, pick up her teammates and be like “that’s enough for today we’re going back to the room and you��re lying down and drinking some water”

- napping queen. Seriously No One can just clock out and catch a fresh 30 zs just anywhere like she can

- one of those people who doesn’t like coffee, hot chocolate, or tea and Only drinks whole milk

Oscar Pine

- notorious impulse buyer

- Hates soda. He drank it once and thought he was dying

- unironically says shit like "farm fresh baby" and "This would’ve never happened back on the farm" in response to things

- John Mulaney's entire "Zoning Out" bit

- “I was in Ironwood's office, he was reading me the results of the mission. It was important, I listened. And then I zoned out!”

- “Sometimes my wizard- I have this wizard- he'll be like, 'Are you watching the Grimm?' And I'm always like, 'I'm holding onto Yang, and I'm not gonna fall off. But no, I'm thinking about chickens."

- Chicken Fried by Zach Brown Band

- the inside of Oscar’s head constantly sounds like a Letterkenny Cold Open

Lie Ren

-is an excellent cook but bakes like Eugene Lee Yang on Without a Recipe

- has an entire vocabulary of just sounds that only Jaune and Nora fully comprehend

- “Hey Ren, you want some tea?” “Hzzm” “Two sugars or one?” “Hrrm” “You got it buddy.”

- L’oreal, because he’s worth it

- tongue piercing I will not elaborate on why

- instituted a “Team ALPN/JNOR Swear Jar” after he heard Oscar say “fuck” once under Jaune’s supervision

Qrow Branwen

- smells like campfire smoke. Everyone thinks it's a really good cologne but he just smells like that

- gonna do the obvious one: distracted by shiny things

- one of his rings is a fidget ring

- Went through a karaoke phase

- listens to Post Malone and cries sometimes

- has done the gallon challenge

Penny Polendina

- likes to mess with people by carrying around nuts, bolts, and screws and just dropping them behind her

- intentionally misinterprets very basic forms of greeting

- remember that one scene from Lilo and Stich with the record player?

- feeds the stray cats and dogs in Mantle

- she and her dad will make fun little toys in their free time and give them out to kids. She almost always has a spare teddybear or something for when she’s down in Mantle in case she needs to comfort a kid

[theimaginarydagger]

The same kinda vibes

Platonic!Thor x fem!Reader

Wordcount: round about 1100

(This was inspired by one of my best friends who said I give off the same vibes as Thor. Enjoy!)

It wasn’t often that Thor was around the Avengers compound anymore. He was often travelling, protecting the nine realms and, most importantly, spending time on Asgard. But when he did go back to the compound every once in a while, it was usually for a mission.

The Avengers were gathered in the meeting room. Eyes focused on Fury, intently listening to every word he said. Everyone was absolutely serious. Well, almost everyone.

Y/n was playing with her pen, trying to see how fast she could spin it between her fingers, sometimes even opting to doodle on a piece of paper she had intended to write notes on. Instead, it was now adorned with a drawing of the Avengers’ very own Nick Fury, looking very angry as a flower crown was perched upon his head. Her eyes travelled across the room. She tried. She tried really hard to focus on the mission that was supposed to take place in a few days’ time. But she found herself unable to. Surely, she would be able to ask Steve about it the next day. With that, she excused her drifting thoughts, opting to just claim that she had a bad day if someone caught her.

She looked at Steve. Stoic as always in those meetings. He literally looked like the picture-perfect superhero, even without his uniform.

Tony was fumbling with something in his hands. She couldn’t make out what it was, but she knew by now that it was a nervous tick of his. Something about the upcoming mission seemed to bother him.

Bucky was looking on with a straight face. Sometimes, he nodded along. His hand often rubbed over his bearded chin.

Sam was lightly twisting in his spinny chair. His eyes never left the intimidating man before him.

Nat was taking some notes, though most of the time, she was just staring at the paper, a focused look on her face.

Wanda was twirling her hair between her fingertips. Y/n couldn’t make out whether she was actually paying attention though.

Y/n’s eyes landed on Thor next. He was sitting across from her and was already looking at her, nodding towards her doodles. A grin was on his lips. Quickly, she gazed at Fury, who was discussing something with Bruce. Once she had made sure that he wasn’t paying attention to the entire room, she slipped the paper off the table and held it up a little. Just high enough for Thor to see but not high enough to be suspicious.

Thor quietly giggled to himself. A hand hid his grin, but Y/n could tell that it was there as it lit up his entire face. Then, his eyes travelled to Fury, who now had his back turned to the crew. He held up his own paper. It showed a doodle of Loki, horns and all, a sour expression on his face as he was surrounded by kittens.

Y/n had a hard time holding back her very own laughter. A quiet snort escaped her though, alerting Peter Parker, who was seated next to her. He couldn’t hold back a rather loud giggle. Y/n’s eyes widened, and she tried her best to shush the youngest Avenger. Tony’s eyes travelled to the trio. Thor noticed first, trying to kick Y/n’s feet under the table to get her attention. Once she looked up at him, he nodded to the side. Tony was already looking at her, a brow raised in a silent question. She gave him the most innocent smile she could muster. He looked away from the troublemaking trio. But not without making a mental note to deal with them later.

Y/n looked back at Thor, shrugging with an overdramatised pout on her lip. Thor reciprocated her pout and traced a finger down his cheek, as though it was a tear rolling down his face. Y/n put her hands on her cheeks, her mouth shaped an ‘o’ and she opened her eyes as widely as possible, mimicking exaggerated shock. Thor then gave her the biggest grin he could muster, all teeth with his hands under his chin, as though he was an angel.

“Are you done now?” Fury asked, making the two Avengers jump in their seats. They both looked down at the table, faces crimson red and hands neatly folded in their laps.

“Yes, sir.” They both mumbled. Peter was laughing so hard at their guilty faces that tears rolled down his cheeks, the colour of his face an unhealthy shade of red. Thor could swear that the boy was even turning slightly purple at the lack of air that managed to get into his lungs.

The other Avengers joined in the laughter for a second, even Cap let out a chuckle though he tried to hide it behind his hand. Y/n looked back up at Thor who was already looking at her, a mischievous smile on his lips that would even make his brother jealous.

Once the meeting was over, Thor caught up with Y/n, the duo was happily joking away, when Peter ran up to them. Over the time he had formed a strong connection with Y/n as she was always trying her best to understand the youngest Avenger. She hadn’t been a part of the Avengers for too long either when he joined so they often ended up training together, trying to improve their skills to match the other members.

“You guys totally have the same vibes. I love that!”

“You mean dumbass who easily gets in trouble with the big boss?”

“No, no, no! You guys are like the definition of chaotic good. Y’know with you guys being superheroes and stuff.”

Y/n laughed at the youngsters’ words. “Thanks, Pete. I just hope Tony and Fury feel the same way about us.”, she said. Before Peter could reply, however, Tony was calling his name and, with an apologetic smile, he left the duo. Meanwhile, Thor looked at the young Avengers with his head tilted, eyes slightly narrowed as he was trying to make sense of what they were saying.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Is the spiderling insulting us?” He asked.

Y/n laughed even harder. Once she was able to calm herself and catch her breath, she grinned at the confused man next to her. “Don’t worry. It just means your chaotic energy matches with mine. We’re like besties.”

“I like that. Y/n and Thor, besties forever.”

Peter Parker’s laugh was heard from down the hall.

(27.09.2021)

[chil2de]

i think my shadowban lifted since my works are showing up in tags so here’s a repost

req/imagine because im a dumbass and i forgot to screenhot: “i’d imagine gojo as the type to fuck you anywhere, his libido is freaky af”

characters are aged up and reader is a co-worker, whether reader works at jj school or elsewhere is up for your own interpretation

fem!reader

seriously? gojo really doesn’t know the difference between public and private anymore.

you could feel his slender hand dangerously lingering on your waist. he had the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lip. his gaze was trained ahead as he spoke to itadori, making small gestures with his other hand simultaneously.

his thumb grazed and curled the fabric of your skirt underneath the counter.

you inhaled sharply, shooting him a glare out of the corner of your vision.

you were just trying to finish up some paperwork and go home to sleep. it had been a long day.

“oh! so you’re saying to cut it at an angle instead of straight?” itadori hummed in realisation, his facial features brightening up.

“mm! if you cut it at an angle, it helps the plant grow and absorb nutrients. also, did you know you can place trimmings of herbs in water and they’ll grow roots? it’s called hydroponics”

“seriously?! you can grow them without soil?”

“yeah but you’ll have to supply the water with nutrients to replace it”

“why the hell are you two talking about growing plants in water? itadori, shouldn’t you be resting?” you snorted, scrawling your pen against the grain of the paper.

gojo’s finger fluttered underneath your skirt.

you felt your breath hitch.

how could he resist his beloved little co-worker? especially in a skirt like that.

the way those thigh high socks squeezed your legs made him crazy.

“aawww, (y/n), don’t be such a buzzkill!” gojo teased

he pulled your underwear aside, his head lightly turning towards you as he slid his middle finger against your slicked cunt.

“me? resting? senpai, shouldn’t you be sitting in a chair or somethin’? you’ve been standing up for ages now” itadori interjected, looking around for a chair to bring to you.

“naaah, she’s fine. (y/n) stands a lot, says she can’t sit for ages ‘cause she doesn’t wanna have frail bones.” gojo hummed.

he grinned, and it wasn’t because of the conversation.

it was because of the way he curled his finger inside you, the way your soaked cunt contracted.

“you sure? i can grab a chair from the hall?” itadori gestured behind him with his thumb.

“she’ll be fine,”

“won’t you?” gojo turned to face you, his hand occupied with fucking into you. he curled and twisted his finger, cruelly making his wrist shake and fingertips curl into a ‘come here’ motion underneath the wooden countertop.

you were lucky that the surface was high enough to mask the way your legs trembled underneath his touch.

you could feel his burning gaze, even through the jet black fabric.

you could feel his mocking smirk, even through his stoic expression.

“actually,” you exhaled, your tone slightly exasperated.

“could you get me a chair? not the one from the hall, though. they’re really terrible for lumbar support. think you could find me one that spins? they’re always fun.”

“lumbar support? you’re starting to sound like nanami.” gojo snorted.

he added a second finger, making your stomach churn and legs jolt.

“got it! a spinny chair! anything else, (y/n)-sensei?”

“some (favourite drink) would be nice. thank you, itadori.”

“yup!” he gave you a small salute, half-jogging out of the staff room before the door slid shut.

gojo withdrew his fingers from you, a long viscous and clear strand connected his two digits and your cunt.

you watched him curl his tongue around his digits, sucking it off.

“now then.”

“i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup of yours.”

the contents of gojo’s desk laid clattered all over the floor in a state of distress.

he had you bent over it, your body sprawled out against the mahogany wood.

his blindfold was partially lifted over one eye. not enough to allow his snow white locks to fall, but enough for him to absorb the way your body writhed and danced underneath him. he analysed you with a feline-like gaze, stormy blue eyes swirling with malicious intent on how to make you moan louder, throb a little harder.

one hand dug into your ass, spreading the skin out as he railed his thick cock inside you, every thrust abusing your g-spot to the point where your mind drew blanks.

you panted over him, his other hand occupied with your mouth.

oh, shit. how much he loved that pretty mouth of yours.

he forced the same two fingers inside, groaning at the way you throbbed when you lapped your tongue around his digits at an attempt to contain the wanton moans that spilled out of you.

gojo ran his hot and slick tongue against your back, trailing it from your tailbone and all the way up to your neck.

it made your blood feel like it was set ablaze. a shiver wracked your spine so great that goosebumps painted every inch of your smooth skin.

you heard him chuckle, a sound resonating so deep and dark inside his chest that it made you moan his name out in desire.

“that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever heard.”

he devoted himself into dicking you down so you could moan his name over and over.

all whilst his precious student listened from the other side of the wall, hand clamped over his mouth to contain the small gasps and pants he was emitting.