#Caden's sCribbles

[mikeystrawberry]

helloooooo tma fandom I finally started listening. Worm Queen I miss you already (just finished s1)

[watchingyoufromthestars]

Raghhhhh Scary design infodump in my professional portfolio because I can!!! This section is literally just about her HAIR. Might mess with the layout here more so it looks better on mobile. Also currently redrawing these shitty doodles from ages ago lol

[blackjackkent]

I can't figure out if it's my imagination, but the map area for Saradush seems much more high-def than anywhere we've been previously.

We appear to be inside the city that was under siege in the cutscene, where a bunch of people we don't know are arguing about something.

I'ma be real, ma'am, I think they're kind of busy at the moment.

OK, so I assume Gromnir il-Khan is the leader of this city, and his subjects are having their needs ignored. Not clear on whether this is a new development or they decided this was the most appropriate time for a grievance committee. Either way, this is not a productive conversation.

Luckily, guess who should fizzle into existence directly behind them but Caden of Candlekeep (and company).

(The fact that suddenly there are tons of children of Bhaal in this expansion and everyone knows who they are is really grinding my gears. >.< )

Well, it's pretty clear who we are supposed to dislike in this scenario.

We beat their butts, although more from self-defense than anything else, because Caden is pretty baffled about what they've just walked into.

I was literally about to type this and then I realized it was one of the dialogue options.

Caden has a bad history with strangers who know his name out of nowhere.

Ah, Caden's inappropriate sass under stress. :P I missed it while he had lost his soul.

Poor boy is so tired.

So...[scribbles notes] let me get this straight. You created a whole sanctuary city full of children of the God of Murder. And then you are surprised when one of them - the one given the most power - went mad and started to...murder.

Am I getting this correct?

Caden is, nevertheless, willing to help because he is a good boy, plus he really doesn't feel like he has any choice anymore.

Caden does not have tremendous charisma skills, but he is earnest and good and very, very tired of killing.

Exposition time!

>:|

>:|

>:|

...and then she peaced out and left us standing there on the walkway.

Caden does NOT like it here.

[myuninterestinglifestory]

stanley uris x reader 😒

Stanley Uris x fem!reader, Reddie

"Shut up, Richie!" Eddie screeched from his place alongside Richie in the hammock. "You're so disgusting..."

"But you like it, don't you, Eds," Richie taunted. "I mean, how can you not, you love me, right?"

"Well, yes, but I wish I didn't," Eddie said, shoving Richie out of the hammock.

"Ten minutes, Eds," Y/n stood over the boys, hands on her hips. "It's my turn in the hammock." She gave him a cheeky grin as he begrudgingly stepped out of the hammock. "Thank you." Y/n slipped into the hammock and waved Stanley over.

"I'm not getting in the hammock with you, but I will sit right here and talk to you." Stan sat on the ground, holding Y/n's hand over the side of the hammock.

"C'mon, babe, please! It's just ten minutes, you only have to lay with me for ten minutes."

"Stan doesn't even like laying with you for two minutes, I'd bet," Richie called from across the clubhouse.

"That's not true!"

"Yeah, what he said," Y/n got out of the hammock and put her hands under Stanley's arms, attempting to lift the boy into the hammock. He slumped over in her arms, making his body dead weight. "Come on, Stan! Don't be an asshole!"

"Yeah, Stan, don't be an asshole!" Richie crudely mimicked Y/n's voice. Eddie slapped the back of Richie's head, making his glasses fall to the ground. "Gee, thanks, Eds. Why don't we let Y/n hit me harder than that, shall we?"

"Shut up, douchebag," Y/n retorted, unsuccessfully lifting Stan. She pulled her arms back to her body and Stan fell to the floor, dirt coating his face.

He spit on the floor, scrubbing his tongue. "Why did you do that?" He stood up, dropping into the hammock. "Now I get to sit here all alone." Stan held up his hand and made a shooing motion.

"No." Y/n forced her way into Stan's lap. "Not all alone." She gave him a just try to get rid of me look.

"Fine," Stan put his hands on her hips and she leaned down to kiss him until she was hit in the face with a ball of paper.

"NO PDA IN THE CLUBHOUSE!" Richie yelled.

"Shut up!" Stan and Y/n replied in unison, flipping him off. Stan sat up, pulling Y/n's lips to his as Eddie gagged.

[natesaysstuff]

Guys I think Caden is high on crack cocaine

What am I supposed to do?

[inkybirdy]

stimky (tm)

the other reason ganon wears simpler clothes when they meet up is because link is a fucking gremlin.

[eversartdump]

Some D and D scribbles. I really want to have Caden interact more with the other characters but she’s still kind of quiet and aloof atm. Middle guy is our wizard Nathan who belongs to @ruthusrjb!

[writingwitharlo]

Sound of Comfort

Summary: Teddy isn't a happy bunny, but there is something that can always lift his mood. (tiny bit of angst, little bit of comfort, loads of fluff)

Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley

A/N: no idea what this is but it's whatever, enjoy, i like this idea, haven't really seen this much i don't think

The silence in the Hufflepuff common room was disrupted by the sound of footsteps descending down from the entrance.

Victoire looked up from the book she had been reading to occupy herself as she waited for Teddy to return from his evening's detention. Earlier that day, he had asked her to help him with a potions assignment and, of course, she wouldn't leave him hanging, even though it was already getting late.

Her mouth opened as said boy came into view, ready to ask him how it went, but seeing the dark and tired look on the Hufflepuff's face, her lips shut again. Victoire got to her feet, ready to greet him with a hug, or whatever he needed but before her hand could even made contact with the older boy's arm, he had already pulled away and muttered a low 'Don't touch me' as he headed straight for the boys' dorms.

Confused and concerned, Victoire exchanged a look with Teddy's best friend and fellow Hufflepuff, Caden, who had been lounging around the common room as well.

(Caden and Teddy were the only two Hufflepuff boys sorted into their year, meaning their dorm was only ever occupied by the two of them. This obviously contributed to both of them becoming very close friends, and essentially like brothers.)

Caden shrugged and jerked his head in direction of the boys' dorms, gesturing to Victoire that she should follow him. The Ravenclaw simply nodded and made her way quietly to their shared dorm room.

Carefully, she opened up the door and peeked inside. At first she was unsure if Teddy was even there; the lights were off and there seemed to be no sound. The pile of shoes and clothes next to the dresser, however, told her otherwise.

Victoire inhaled deeply before stepping inside, gently shutting the door behind her but with enough force so that Teddy was aware somebody else was present. With a quick flick of her wand she ignited a couple of lamps, flooding the room in soft warm light.

"Teddy?" she spoke softly, observing the lump underneath the covers on the far left bed. When it didn't move, Victoire approached slowly, settling down next to it quietly and resting a gentle hand on top what she could only guess was Teddy's shoulder.

They stayed like that for a little while until the lump moved, but only enough to lift one corner of the covers. Victoire didn't need to be told twice; she took the corner and scooted closer to the warm body underneath, draping the covers over the two of them.

Victoire's arms slid around his torso as she pressed herself close to the other's back, her nose burying into the back of his neck. Only their heads were now poking out from the covers. Teddy had stripped off his jeans and socks, leaving him in his boxers and the long-sleeve shirt he had worn all afternoon.

"What happened?" Victoire whispered quietly, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

"It's stupid," Teddy grumbled, his voice a little raspy.

"It can't be that stupid if it made you this upset."

There was more silence and Victoire almost accepted that she would not be finding out today, but with a huff Teddy began explaining the argument he had gotten into during his detention with a Slytherin boy.

It didn't sound like it had been a serious argument, but by the end of it Professor McGonagall decided to check on them, just as they reached the height of the argument. Of course the Slytherin threw him under the bus and Teddy got dealt another days detention.

Victoire couldn't help the soft giggle that spilled over her lips, causing Teddy to look back over his shoulder at her. She slightly released her grip on him, allowing him to turn over and fully face her. "Sorry," she whispered, placing a hand over her mouth. She didn't mean to be insensitive.

Teddy pouted at her, but he already seemed less upset than when he had first returned. Nevertheless, Victoire opened up her arms for him, allowing the Hufflepuff to snuggle close. His head rested against her chest, tucking itself beneath her chin as his arms snaked around her body instinctively.

Victoire's fingers found their way into the other's blue hair, combing through the soft curls. "Tell me, what can I do to chase away this grumpy-grump?" she asked softly, scratching the back of Teddy's scalp and smiling as she felt him melt into her touch.

Teddy didn't reply with words, only a soft groan.

"Is this helping?" Victoire asked with a chuckle, focusing the gentle scratches to the base of his scalp.

Another hum.

Victoire laughed, letting her head fall back onto Teddy's pillow. It would never stop being adorable how much Teddy's mood could be affected by physical affection, it was like dating a human sized puppy.

Teddy's arms tightened around her, drawing her closer by her waist. He had his arms placed between her cardigan and the vest top she was wearing, giving his hands full access to rub her back.

The Ravenclaw smiled to herself, letting her eyes flutter shut as she felt his warmth traveling up and down her back slowly before sliding back around her waist.

One thing Teddy inherited from his father was his lankiness. Built tall and lean, his arms could easily fully encompass Victoire in their grip. He held her so close, that his hand could reach the respective opposite sides of her waist.

Victoire let out a content sigh, planting a couple gentle kisses to the top of the other's head.

Teddy slowly lifted his head, looking up at the Ravenclaw with a face of innocence. "I think I know what might help," he mumbled quietly.

Victoire raised a questioning eyebrow, bringing one of her hands up to brush a stray curl out of Teddy's face. "Yeah? And what would that be, my love?"

Before she had even fully asked the question, Victoire knew she was in for trouble.

Teddy's eyes darkened slightly and a playful smirk tugged at his lips.

Only a sharp inhale of anticipation was heard before the poised fingers struck their target. Victoire let out a shriek of surprise at the meticulously executed attack before she was subjected to a peal of giggles. The fingers rapidly clawed at the softer parts between her lower ribs.

It wasn't often that Victoire found herself on the receiving end of these torments. Quite early on, even before they started dating, Victoire was aware of Teddy's persistent physical touches. A squeeze to the knee, an arm wrapped around the shoulders, a quick scribble to the back of the neck, it was Teddy's most frequent gesture of affection. So it only made sense that the Hufflepuff boy craved similar gestures in order to receive the same affection.

It didn't take long for Victoire to realise that Teddy would purposefully put himself into situations that would make him victim of a good tickle. Whether that was being extra sassy with his responses, or annoying Victoire when she was trying to study, or even just playfully tackling Caden to the nearest cushioned surface, it would always eventually lead to the same scenario.

Now that Victoire and Teddy had spent more time together and learned more about the other's ways, it almost came natural. Of course, this was one of the less common situations.

"You're mehean!" Victoire protested as she tried to push Teddy away by his shoulders. His grip was so tight, however, there was absolutely no chance she would be able to free herself.

"I'm just taking up your offer to help me," Teddy replied, the smile on his face much to smug for the Ravenclaw's liking.

Every now and again, Teddy would get into these moods where nothing but a squirming Victoire beneath him could quite satisfy.

Teddy let one of his hands climb higher up Victoire's ribcage, forcing her to clamp her arms down, which was futile since another set of arms was already in the way.

"Nooho! Ted!"

Teddy grinned and halted his attack. His grip loosened and his hands settled flat against her back where they wouldn't do any real damage.

"Merlin," Victoire panted, a few residual giggles still bubbling over. "Next time, give me a head's up at least." She looked down at Teddy's still smug face and rolled her eyes, planting her hand on his face and shoving him away. "You had planned this from the start, didn't you?"

Teddy chuckled as he flopped onto his back. "I didn't actually"

He looked back at her with sincerity. "After you laughed at my detention story, I was reminded that your laugh is actually really comforting."

Victoire wanted to roll her eyes at his sappy reply but from his face she could tell that he was actually being serious and the tips of her ears turned a little warm. "You couldn't have just said that?" she huffed also flopping onto her back.

Teddy shrugged, biting down on his bottom lip. "Where would be the fun in that?"

There was a moment of silence between them, with Teddy watching Victoire, unsure if he had overstepped some line and with Victoire staring up at the dorm ceiling, still a little breathless.

"You're really going to be the end of me, you know that?" Victoire suddenly spoke, sitting up and discarding her cardigan before laying back down.

Teddy's eyes widened in confusion and he propped himself onto his elbow, unsure what she meant.

"You get five minutes. Do your worst."

"W-What?" Teddy asked.

"You heard me."

Teddy got onto his knees, the covers now long forsaken as they slid off the bed onto the floor. "Are you serious? You are serious." He could barely contain the grin that split across his face as he straddled just one of her thighs, giving her enough freedom to kick him off if she really felt the need to.

"Don't eye me up like that, Lupin. Just get it over with already." Victoire wanted to squirm under his intense gaze and felt her body heat up slightly. Even with his disheveled hair and crumpled shirt, he could still express something menacing if he wanted to.

Teddy hovered over her, planting his hands on either side of her head. "You're the best girlfriend, did you know that?" he murmured, pressing his lips against hers for a moment.

As he pulled apart, he grabbed each of her wrists and slowly brought them together above her head where he pinned them easily with one hand.

Victoire swallowed, instinctively tugging at her arms but not surprised when they barely budged. "I hope you know that you'll be getting your share after this."

Teddy chuckled and took in the body beneath him, his eyes getting caught on the strip of skin now visible as the hem of the thin top had rucked upwards.

"Oh, god," Victoire whispered and Teddy looked at her with a smirk, his free hand coming up to lightly trace across the bare skin.

With a suppressed squeak, Victoire tried to suck in her belly as much as possible. Not that that was going to save her.

His hands were warm and gentle, but tickled nonetheless. Only when a finger dipped into her belly button and wiggled deep against its base did Victoire break, a loud clear laugh erupting.

The touch felt like it was coming from inside her body, causing the Ravenclaw to twist her pelvis from one side to the other but with no success.

Now that Teddy had begun he was not holding back. A claw formed over the center of the belly, the fingers twitching just ever so slightly and yet were enough to produce a completely new sound of desperate laughter.

As the tormenting fingers passed by her ribs and reached Victoire's armpit a little while later, she could feel that she was reaching her limit. There was no way of telling how many minutes had passed. For all she knew, it could have been 2 or twenty.

Teddy gave her the shortest of breaks to catch her breath before lightly tracing sloppy lines and circles from her upper arm to her upper ribs and back again.

"Ahaha, fuhuck!" Victoire snorted, making a move to bite at his hand.

Teddy gasped, retracting his free hand but keeping her pinned with the other. "Did you just try to bite me?" he asked accusingly, that certain look in his eyes that always left Victoire feeling giddy and hot.

"Nobody said... I couldn't," she replied factually while still trying to catch her breath.

Teddy licked his lip as his eyebrows shot up and he nodded slowly. "Very well. Nobody said I couldn't either."

Before Victoire could even process his words, Teddy had released her arms, using both hands to grab ahold of the vest top's hem and revealing her full stomach to which he pressed his face, playfully biting and nibbling at the skin.

Victoire shrieked. Not only were the gentle nips and the occasional swirl of his tongue torturous, the 7th year was also starting to grow in a decent amount of stubble, meaning with every movement, the prickly hairs sent tiny electric sparks through the Ravenclaw's nerves.

Said Ravenclaw trying her best to curl in on herself but it was no use. Teddy had found his new target, which meant the only defence was offence.

With her head thrown back in laughter, Victoire blindly searched for his open spots. One hand managed to find its way across the back of his shoulder and into his armpit while the other explored every inch of his exposed neck.

Needless to say, Teddy's attack did not last for much longer, interrupted by scrunched shoulders and shouts of protest. Victoire's revenge was quick to follow.

Only when Caden eventually returned to the dorm were they able to agree on a truce. As they collapsed next to each other, cheeks burning and stomach's hurting, both of them knew they weren't leaving that bed until the next day.

[ursidanger]

Are any of your ocs chefs/what are their fav foods??

My character Caden's whole deal is being a chef (in a soft sci-fi setting)

Culinary arts is their passion. Or at least they want it to be, Caden was pushed into the sciences in order to become a space cadet like their parents. They work in food/supply delivery between stations in our local solar system due to their fear of deep space travel.

As for favorite foods, Caden loves diner food! It gives them Earth nostalgia. Burger, fry and milkshake.

[mikeystrawberry]

toss DnDads NPCs in my ask box I want to make more designs but idk who to do

[lukehughes43]

heartbreak girl - trevor zegras

chapter one

word count: 5,092 whoa vivi can write something under 10k?

your head was nodding along to the beat of the drums jack was busy playing. however, your eyes were focused on your best friend, who was currently singing the lyrics of one of the songs he wrote for the band. “i can be a liar, i can be a cheat. i can be neurotic, i can be a freak,” you sang along with trevor under your breath. kicking your feet as you sat on the couch locking your eyes with trevor’s blue ones for a split second before he was focused on playing the notes song on his guitar. 

as soon as the song came to a close you were jumping up and cheering for your four friends. “whoo!” you screamed before running over and giving your best friend a giant hug, “you guys killed that! when you go to la you’re gonna fucking kill it. get a fucking record deal!” with that you pulled away from trevor and walked over to hug both patty and alex. the black haired bass guitarist was quick to wrap you up in his own arms while all of you started to laugh a little bit. “but seriously trev, when, and how did you write that?” you questioned before walking back to give jack a quick hug. 

“uh i wrote it a couple days ago,” the lead singer answered while shrugging his shoulders. setting his guitar back in its stand in the zegras garage. “as for how i wrote it? i’m not, uh, i’m not really sure,” he trailed off. eyes looking at every single boy except for at you. only you didn’t notice seeing as jack had wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you to look at the wall instead of trevor. not wanting you to see the look of pain that was etched across your best friend’s face.

“there’s a lot of things you don’t even know about z, y/n. aren’t you supposed to be his best friend?” patty taunted as you turned around to walk back to your seat on the couch. “or has someone else taken that throne since you started dating caden and don’t have time for z, or us.” 

as soon as you sat down you were glaring over at the eighteen year old with brown hair. “take it back patrick,” you hissed, ready to pop out of your seat. only before you could trevor was sitting down next to you. throwing an arm over your chest to keep you in your place. “get off of me z!” you screamed trying to get out of his hold. “at least i can get a boyfriend, you can’t even get a girlfriend patty,” you snapped while finally pushing trevor’s arms off of your body. and before he could pull you back down to the couch you were marching over to be face to face with the tallest of the four boys. 

“i wouldn’t call caden much of a boyfriend,” he responded, arms crossing over his chest. “more of dick with legs.” with that you were winding up, only alex and jack hooked their arms with yours and threw you back on the couch. 

“patty stop talking,” jack huffed while glancing back over to the brunette. “y/n looks like she’s ready to kill you.” 

“i am going to fucking kill him!” you yelled while trying to break away from alex, jack, and trevor. “let me go so i can fucking kill him!” only instead the boys hold tightened on you. trevor’s arms making sure to hold tight around your waist. “you have no right to say that about caden!” your body was thrashing against the three boys, only it wasn’t getting you anywhere. finally sighing you slumped back against trevor’s body. jack and alex letting go of your arms. 

alex let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, “y/n/n come on, we all know you and caden aren’t even considered together right now.” you looked between all four of the boys watching as they all nodded their heads. your eyes rolled and your arms crossed over your chest. “you broke up tuesday because after our gig you ditched him to hang out with trevor and us. he got mad at you and you broke up. again.” 

you let out another huff while slipping into the open spot on the couch next to the brunette singer. “yeah, well i must have forgotten to mention that we got back together last night,” you spat, starting to fiddle with your fingers. legs throwing themselves over trevor’s lap. “and before any of you make a big dramatic sigh, over nothing, caden’s a good guy.” 

right on que all four members of the band had let out a sigh. trevor’s head dropped down so he was looking at his lap, patty let out a scoff as he shook his head, and jack and alex just shared an uneasy look. “what’s the longest you guys have actually dated for?” jack quizzed before sitting back down at his drum kit. “because my bet is five months, and that’s when the two of you first started dating three years ago.” 

“my bet’s two weeks,” alex added. 

patty hummed while shaking his head to disagree with all of them. snapping his fingers as he smiled right at you, “three fucking days.” before you could even have a chance to snap back at any of the boys, trevor’s eyes were looking up from his lap. he glanced over at you through his lashes while squeezing your ankle. then over to the boys. 

“you’re all wrong,” he mumbled, “it was seven months.” instantly patrick was shaking his head to argue with trevor. thinking that there was no way you and caden had made it that long. you weren’t paying any mind to the fact all four boys were now bickering, deciding to start scrolling through instagram while trying to find something more entertaining than them. 

only when you didn’t pay attention, and pushed the conversation out of mind, jack was sharing a knowing look with trevor. realizing the hurt he had in his voice, and the way he could barely even look over at you after he had said it. your relationship hadn’t come between yours and trevor’s friendship. no matter how many times caden had tried to make it, you always chose trevor. then after a couple weeks, days, or sometimes even hours one of you would always end up crawling back to the other. it was a never ending cycle of hurt you put yourself through, but it was for love, then you were all for it. plus you got to keep your best friend, along with your other three annoying friends, and still be the band’s biggest supporter, basically their manager. no matter how much it pissed caden off. 

trevor started patting your calves, causing your eyes to snap over at him. “what’s up trev?” you question, not able to help the smile that was forming on your face. the look of pure innocence, which he was not, was too sweet not to smile at. his shoulders just shrugged and you couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. “do you wanna head back to my house? seeing as you’re all done playing.” 

his head nodded right away, “i mean if you’re insisting.” your eyes rolled as you started to stand from the couch. “plus i heard mama m/n is making my favorite for dinner. boys feel free to stick around, but don’t expect julie to feed you, again.” 

“and before you ask, no you can’t come to have dinner at my house,” you sassed, with a smile on your face. “my mom already made it very clearly that none of you can come over for dinner without a reservation.” 

“hey it was one time!” alex screeched. referring to the time you and all four members of beyond michigan showed up at your house expecting dinner. julie having kicked all of you out not wanting to feed you dinner for the seventh time in a row. “plus doesn’t m/n love us?” 

right away trevor was shaking his head, “she only loves me. she tolerates you three idiots. then you’re her daughter y/n, so i think she loves you.” your e/c rolled as you grabbed trevors wrist and started leading him out the open garage door. “well i guess i’m being forced to leave you, bye guys. same time tomorrow?” 

“bye z, bye y/n/n. same time tomorrow,” patty confirmed as he dropped down on to the couch. pulling his phone out as he did so. 

“and you better have new songs finished trevor!” jack reminded the boy as the both of you opened your car doors. “we need the lyrics and to figure out the melodies, notes, chords. we gotta be on our a game for the demo track.” 

“you guys don’t even know what an a game is,” you teased, starting your engine. “you’re a mess.” 

patty scoffed from the couch, head tipping back to look at you and trevor. “oh and you’re not y/n? in fact i think you’re a bigger mess than our band is.” 

with that you flipped both your middle fingers up towards the boys still lingering in the garage, “fuck you patrick.” as you slammed your car door closed he blew you a kiss before returning to his phone. jack and alex both waving goodbye to you and trevor. as you started to back out of the driveway you turned towards your best friend. “having trouble writing z?” you were genuinely concerned. not once in his life had trevor had a problem writing songs. even when the two of you were two years old and barely knew what singing was, trevor still found a way to scribble his songs into a go diego go notebook. 

trevor’s shoulders just shrugged before mumbling, “i just dunno what i want to say.” your mouth fell open as you scoffed over at him. “what’s the look for y/n/n? i just don’t know what i want to say!” 

shaking your head at the boy you started the short two miles drive down the road to your family’s house. “trevor, you’ve always known what to say,” you answered, stealing a glance over at him. his blue eyes focused on the passing scenery that consisted of different houses. something he’d seen over millions of times along the drive to your house. “you don’t really expect me to believe that you don’t know what you want to say, do you?” you pressed while slowing to a stop at one of the stop signs. 

“i do actually,” he sighed while looking over towards you. his brown hair falling flat against his forehead as he did so. “none of the boys will believe me, but you’re my best friend y/n.” his voice was pleading as he spoke. blue eyes searching your e/c ones before you look back to the road. “so yeah, i expect you to believe me.”

sighing you nodded your head, “i do believe you trev. i just, wow. you really don’t know what to write about?” he mumbled back to you, something you couldn’t quite make out. now that was unlike trevor. the eighteen year old was always confident, and hardly ever mumbled. “i think i might know how to get you back into writing tz.” 

a smile lit up on trevor’s face as you pulled into your driveway. “tell me!” he screeched while leaning over the middle consul as he threw his seat belt off. seeing as you car was now safely parked in your garage. “y/n/n, you need to tell me. right now!” he hollered, arms crossing over his chest while he started to pout over at you. the smile that was starting to pull on the corners of your lips was a large one, and it only ever happened because of trevor.

“so you don’t know what to write or sing, huh?” you asked once more. just trying to make sure that you had it all figured out. 

“yeah y/n/n! i’ve only said it like seven times,” he grumbled while pushing open your car door. 

you followed suit, leaning against the side of your car while smiling over to him. “then sing what you’re feeling trevor. write what you’re feeling z,” you explained while starting towards the door that was connected to your mudroom by the kitchen. “and before you try and tell me that’s what girls do, every great songwriter does it trevor, and you’re a great songwriter.”

trevor’s head nodded as he walked into the mudroom, kicking off the pair of converse he had on. “so you’re telling me that i should just sing what i feel, y/n/n?” he repeated back to you, watching as you leaned over to undo the straps of your chacos. ready to catch you if you were about to fall over. “because i don’t know if i can do that. putting my feelings on to paper for everyone to hear in the world,” he added on once the two of you were starting into the kitchen. 

“but you can write and sing about jack, alex, and patty’s feelings?” you retorted with a knowing smile. trevor just shook his head, eyes rolling as the two of you walked further into the house. “what no answer because you know i’m right?” 

sighing the lead singer ran a hand through his hair, “with them it’s only a certain level of how personal it is, you know?” once you nodded your head to show you understood he continued to speak. “but when if me singing about my feelings i dunno, that makes me nervous.” 

you started to laugh a little bit, smiling wide as you looked over at him. “that’s why you look at me when you’re singing your feelings, trev. i make you less nervous, right?” you smiled while leaning up on the balls of your feet. arms wrapping around trevor’s body since you had the feeling that what he really needed was a hug from his best friend.

“right.” 

there was something about the way he said it that you couldn’t let go of, but when he hugged you back you let it slip from your mind. “so at the next gig, when you’re singing about your feelings for the first, you look right at me trevor zegras. i’ll help you get through it, okay bud?” you asked, head dropping to rest against his chest. gently rocking the two of you as you stood there in your kitchen. 

“how’s caden gonna feel about me starting at you while i sing about god knows what?” trevor questioned, head tilting down to look at you. “i mean don’t get me wrong i’ll do it y/n/n. i hate him, he hates me, so it’ll be easy. i won’t feel bad about it, but i don’t wanna cause any problems for you with him,” he rambled on, his hands playing with the fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing. 

glancing up at trevor your mouth opened to speak only you were beat to punch, “hi kids. how was band practice?” slightly pulling away from trevor’s body you turned to seeing both of your parents standing in the doorway from the mudroom. grocery bags in hand, smiles on their faces. 

“i mean i just sit there, but i thought it was good,” you answered, fully untangling yourself from trevor’s arms. walking over and right away starting to help grab some of the bags. trevor was hot on your tail, passing by both of your parents with a smile as he grabbed the rest of the bags that were on the floor that you couldn’t. 

“so then why don’t we hear from the main man of that band,” you dad suggested. your entire family's eyes were on trevor, his cheeks burning pink as he started to put packages of fruit in the fridge. 

he was biting his lip when you stole a look at him from the corner of your eye. his head bobbed to what you assumed was the beat of a new song he was currently thinking of before he started to string together a response for you parents. “of course you thought it was good y/n/n, you always think it’s good,” he countered towards you. making sure that a smile was strung on his face while he teased you. “but in reality it was pretty good. would’ve been great if i would finish some more songs,” trevor revealed to your parents. his focus on putting the eggs into their spot in your fridge. 

your mother smiled over at trevor while she set her bags down on the island. the ones that held all of the ingredients for dinner. “well that’s great to hear,” she replied, trevor turning to face her once she started to speak to him again. “why don’t you guys run up to y/n’s room, and we’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.”

“are you sure?” trevor pondered, quickly looking over to you, and if you had it your way you’d be making a run for it up to your room. only trevor always wanted to help out with your when it came to your family. said that he owed it to your parents seeing as they were basically his second mom and dad. “we can help finish putting away groceries m/n. it’s not a big deal,” he informed as he folded up the reusable bag and put it back in the pantry your mom kept them in. 

she laughed while walking over to give the boy a side hug, “oh trev it’s perfectly okay. d/n can finish putting all of these away as i get dinner started.” 

“yeah i’ve got this,” your dad boasted, knocking his hip against yours while he placed his own empty bag back in the pantry. “go relax a little bit or something.” 

right away you were nodding your head, “you don’t have to tell me twice, come on z. you can talk to my parents at dinner.” before the singer could even argue with you, your hand was latched around his wrist pulling him through the dining and living rooms and up the stairs. as soon as you were in your room you let go of his wrist to fall back against your bed. “you can pick a record today trev,” you said while pulling your own phone out. shooting a quick text back to caden saying that you’d talk to him later. not going into much detail so he didn’t ask any questions of you. 

when you locked your phone you were staring over at trevor who was busy sifting through the record collect you had acquired over the years. bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he looked over all of his options. probably half of which he had gotten for you for gifts over the years. “how does mamma mia sound to you y/n/n?” he quizzed while pulling out the record. one you had probably listened to more than any of the other ones, mainly because it was the first  vinyl trevor had ever given you.

“it sounds perfect to me z,” you beamed while sliding over in your bed. moving over enough so trevor had room to sit down next to you. as soon as ‘honey, honey’ had started to play over your record players trevor was seating himself next to you. quick to lay himself out and take over half of your bed up. “so when is the next gig tz? none of you guys have even told me, and i’m supposed to be your guy’s quote unquote manager.” 

trevor’s shoulders shrugged as he pulled out his phone, going straight to the group message that you were a part of. typing out a quick message before it popped up on your phone. 

beyond michigan + y/n

trevy z:) : guys when’s our next gig. manager won’t get off my ass about it:/

y/n/n<3 : fuck off z, i just needa know so i can plan my outfit. 

y/n/n<3 : ew. let’s pretend i didn’t just say that. 

jack hughes: come on manager, you’re the one who’s supposed to know these things

pAtTy: yeah come on y/n, aren’t you the one who booked this for us? some manager you are

y/n/n<3 : thanks for defending me trez, it’s okay. just sit there jamming out to your mamma mia

turcs: z, you’re listening to mamma mia? 

trevy z:) : no. y/n’s lying. 

right away trevor was looking over at you, “y/n, please shut up. they don’t need to know about mamma mia.” shrugging your shoulders you looked back down at your phone. “oh come on!” 

beyond michigan + y/n

y/n/n<3 : we’re currently on money, money, money;) sorry trev

trevy z:) : *trevor has left the chat*

jack hughes: the next gig’s next saturday 

pAtTy: you’ve got a whole ten days to plan your outfit princess:)

y/n/n<3 : *y/n has left the chat*

locking your phone you looked over at trevor who was pouting back at you. “oh come on trev, you can’t be mad at me. you love me trevor zegras, and there’s no denying it either,” you sang while your smile started to grow. “you love me trevor zegras,” you repeated, leaning over to start poking at his toned abdomen which was hidden by the fabric of his shirt. 

after a dramatic sigh trevor looking over at you smiling, “of course i love you y/n.” you let out a victory ‘hmp’ before his blue eyes rolled at you. “do you want anything from downstairs?” he suddenly asked while changing the topic. sitting up in your bed before he pushed himself up off your bed as he stared down at you. “well i’m waiting y/n/n, do you want anything or not?” 

you couldn’t help but laugh as you rolled over on your side to give him a questioning look, “shouldn’t i be the one asking you that z? this is my house after all.” 

“well i figured since i was gonna go down there, and your parents love me,” trevor answered, slowly walking over towards the door. “so do you want anything, girlfriend, or no?” he sassed as his arms crossed over his chest. rolling your eyes at the drama queen you let out a hum. 

“just a water please,” you responded, while smiling over at him. “please and thank you trev.” 

with that he nodded his head before heading out of your room. as soon as trev left your room you pulled out your phone once more to send a text to caden. 

y/n: trev’s over for dinner, and before you freak out at me, i was planning on having you come over once i brought him home c 

caden<3 : i guess that’s okay. am i sleeping over, or can i not because i’m not trevor. like seriously, your parents are letting you and trevor sleep together in the same room in new york, but i can’t spend the night? 

y/n: baby please. trev and i have been best friends since we were born. you’re my boyfriend c. it’s a little bit of a difference. plus new york? can we not fight about this. again. 

caden<3 : yeah fine. whatever, text me when you’re bringing him home so i know when to leave

downstairs trevor padded right into the living room, rounding the corner he came face to face to see that both of your parents were still in the kitchen. only now your mom was currently working on making dinner, and your dad was sitting at the island drinking a beer to keep him company. “hey m/n, hey d/n!” he called while sliding into the kitchen. 

“hi trevor!” your dad smiled, tipping his beer bottle over towards the boy. 

your mother turning around from tossing the salad, “hey hon how are you? we barely got a chance to talk and catch up.” 

the blue eyed boy shrugged his shoulders while smiling, “well if you wouldn’t have kicked us off grocery duty we could’ve talked more.” your mother let out a small laugh before rolling her eyes at the boy. “but i’m great! i’m just grabbing y/n/n a glass of water, and highjacking a bottle of arnold palmer for myself, of course.” 

trevor didn’t notice the way that either of your parents looked at each, too focused on digging through the fridge to grab the bottle of half and half. the look that the both of them shared was a sincere on, both of them knowing something you didn’t. “you’re such a good boy trev,” your mom complimented as she went back to tossing the salad. 

“how’s the band?” your dad then inquired, taking another sip of his beer.

your best friend couldn’t fight the smile on his face while he turned his attention to the cabinet that contained the glasses. “amazing actually,” he started to explain while grabbing the glass. “there’s been some record dealtalk in the past few weeks,” he then expressed. looking over his shoulder while he filled your cup. gaging your parents reactions, loving the way they both had proud smiles. “it’s really looking good for us right now.” 

“really? that’s great!” your mother gasped while walking over to hug him. “well let’s hope that the deal goes through then,” she smiled while hugging just a little bit tighter. 

shaking his head trevor bit his lip a little bit. this was his childhood dream he was talking about. one that both your parents knew about. “that makes both of us,” he mumbled to himself. “i know that y/n/n is excited, i think that all of us are,” trevor explained while beaming towards your parents. “it seemed far fetched at first, but not anymore.” 

both of your parents were nodding their head to agree with the boy. “trevor we’ve been listening to you sing since you and y/n were two,” your father reminded, “we never thought it was far fetched.” 

“your guy’s band is amazing.” 

with blushing cheeks trevor put down the glass of water while he tried not to smile. “well thank you m/n, d/n. i would say we could sit and take about the record deal and the new york trip, but i’ve gotta bring this to y/n,” he smiled while pointing down at the glass of water before picking it up. “but thank you guys, really.” 

“anytime trev,” your mother replied before the band leader picked up the glass, his bottle of arnold palmer in his hand before walking up to your room with a smile on his face. 

the smile on his face only proceeded to grow as he walked back into your room, “one water, as asked for.” your locked your phone before turning to look over at your wide open door. “here you go y/n/n,” he smiled while handing it over to you. 

“thank you trevy,” you sang before taking a drink of it. “was dinner almost done when you were down there?” you then asked, part of you wanting to hurry up and eat so you could spend time with your boyfriend. just so there would be no more problems caused at the fact you had spent practically all of today with trevor, and hardly any time with him. 

he shrugged his shoulders while dropping back down into his trademarked spot on your bed. “your mom was tossing the salad if that means anything.” you nodded your head while setting your glass on your nightstand. “why are you that starving y/n/n? or do you have ulterior motives?” he questioned, leaning over towards you. face inches away from your own as he stared you down. 

biting your lip you shrugged your shoulders, “me with ulterior motives trevy? never.” he let out a hum before you smiled over at him, gently pushing his body away from yours, “i’m just that hungry.” a frown crossed trevor’s face as he watched your phone light up, of course it had to be a text from caden right now. 

“you’re ditching me,” he mumbled, his whole body shifting away from you. “of course you’re ditching me y/n/n. caden’s just so much better than me, isn’t he?” 

“trevor,” you rushed, leaning over to grab his arm. “trev please,” you begged, hand resting on his bicep. gently squeezing knowing that he would always give into you if you did that. “trevy-” 

he shook his head as he scoffed at you, “no y/n. you don’t get to ‘trevy’ me.” your mouth fell open as you stared over at him in shock. “you’re ditching me for caden again y/n! you always do this. ditch me and beyond michigan. you know what, i can’t right now y/n. i need to cool off a bit, so i think i’m gonna head home,” he laughed while pushing up from your bed. “needa run it off. i’ll expect your apology text sometime tomorrow morning since i’m sure caden’s gonna be here all tonight.” 

closing your eyes you let out a huff, as ‘winter takes it all’ played through your room. “trev please,” you pleaded while getting up from your bed to follow him to your door. “what about dinner? please just stay for dinner trevor. please,” you whispered, while you could feel the tears start to form in your eyes. you and trevor hadn’t fought like this in forever. “please, please stay for dinner, trevor.” once again you grabbed his bicep, pleading up at him. 

trevor shook your hold off, “suddenly i’m not hungry anymore. don’t worry i won’t tell your parents the real reason why i’m leaving. expect i’m sure they’ll figure it out once caden shows up.” with that the brunette walked out of your room and down the hall towards the stairs. shaking your head you let the tears fall as meryl streep’s voice drowned out the pain you were feeling. letting out a frustrated sigh you grabbed your phone to read the text caden had sent you. 

caden<3 : hi z, after you leave? y/n/n is all mine, like it should be:)

tears fell down your face as you typed out your response to him.

y/n: you can come over whenever

[cadenlucca]

           THEIR CUBICLES ARE RIGHT ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER,  to everyone in their group’s pleasure, so since the internship’s started, danny’s the person caden makes sure sees every eyeroll or displeased face he makes when one of his superiors  ( or thalia )  speaks.  today caden scribbles some words onto the piece of paper before crumpling it up and tossing it up in the air so it can hit danny on top of the head.   COFFEE BREAK ?   it reads, if danny bothers to open the message. otherwise caden keeps his head down, pretending to do the work that was assigned to him.  //  @dxnnyboi​

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 232

Cammie

Parasailing. Hated it. On a boat that’s going too damn fast. In a damn balloon that's barely holding you. In an ocean that could easily swallow you. Nope. I pass. Never doing that again.

"Aye, what's up with Amber?" Chris says as we walking off the pier.

"Why you asked?" I say looking at him.

He kinda shrugs. "She didn't wanna come with us. She likes stuff like this."

I stare at him reading all his insecurities. "Sounds like you want to ask something else."

"Just wanna know what's up."

"Well nothing." I shrug. "You sure something's up with her?"

He shrugs then starts walking faster. "Maybe it's nothing."

I jog up to him. "Christopher. What is it?"

"You know she asked if something going on with me and Alex. She always talking about making assumptions and shit. Like if I'm cheating I try to make it like she doing it. So why would she ask me that?"

"She just flat out asked that? No reason? Don't seem like her."

"What's up with this surprise she has? I know it ain't a fucking drone."

I stop walking. "Oh hell no. You not bout to play me."

He cuts his eyes at me. "What?"

"Trying to get me caught up." I say slapping him on the neck.

"Damn." He says. He looks behind up. "What's up with your boy?"

I glance at Trey who was walking up the pier really slow. "He is self destructing. Ignore him."

"I don't think that's healthy."

"He is okay." I nod.

Chris shakes his head. "I don't think so, Bae."

"Tremaine?"

"Hmm?" He says looking up.

I put my hands on my hip. "Why you looking so drained and you didn't even do nothing?"

He sighs when he gets to me. "You right. I didn't do nothing but rock."

"You feeling sick?" I ask touching his stomach.

"Yeah fucking worrying about you on that got damn boat and you can't swim. You need to learn how to swim."

I suck my teeth. "Go to your room, Tremaine. You acting depressing. Go."

Trey yawns. "You think Caden sleep or woke?"

"Aye, Trey, what is Amber hiding?"

"She fucked another dude last week and now she having second thoughts about that little ass ugly ring you gave her. Oh and she tested positive for gonorrhea."

"You a little bitch."

"Your dick little." Trey says walking away.

Chris laughs. I told him there's nothing wrong with Trey. He is just acting pissy cause he wants to act pissy. I walk up to him and grab his ass. He turns his head looking at me. I do it again.

"Jayla, you really do need to learn how to swim."

"Tremaine."

He turns around grabbing me. "What's Amber up to?"

"I'm not telling you for you to go tell Chris."

"She pregnant?" Trey narrows his eyes at me. "On our marriage. Go ahead and lie."

I suck my teeth and walk away from him. "On nothing."

"I'm bout to tell Chris. Come here."

"Tremaine." I say turning around. He had a big smile on his face. "Why you playing?"

He keeps smiling. "Aye, Chris."

"Tremaine." I snap walking to him.

"Yeah." Chris says looking up from his phone.

Trey grabs me. "You a fucking ugly ass light skin ass bitch, Chris."

"Fuck you." Chris snaps looking back at his phone. "Fucking... aye man just fuck you."

"You don't have shit to say?" Trey says letting me go. "Amber fucked Alex."

"What?" Amber says from the porch.

Trey looks around shocked that she was there. He laughs. I kiss his lips when he turns back around. I just want to act like nothing is wrong. Like we don't have all these problems lingering around our lives. Flying above our heads like a hawk on the hunt. Waiting. He smiles and rubs my sides.

  Chris

Cammie and Trey are annoying to me. I hate being around them when they happy and I damn should don't like seeing them like this. Cammie all sensitive. Trey fucking sensitive. Like what happen to the irritating ass couple that make you sick cause they so attached to each other?

"Bae." I say when I reach the porch where Amber was. "You okay?"

"Your daughter still here." She snaps.

I put my phone in my pocket. "She said something to you?"

"Who Royalty?" Amber cuts her eyes at me.

"I can't read you." I say staring at her. "Royalty can barely talk. What could she say to you? Let's start simple. Why Royalty still here?"

Amber gives me a stall face. "What?"

"Why Royalty still here?" I repeat irritated.

"She saw here mama and started crying. She said she didn't want to go."

I blow. "So who was this Mama she wanted?"

"I don't know. You listened to a two year old."

"So what's up with you?" I ask pushing up on her.

She points to the drone. "I tried to do something with that but it won't work right."

"I thought Rollie was gonna show you." Trey says picking the drone up.

"But he didn't."

Trey gives her a look. "You got sand all in the shit. Probably won't even fly."

I walk over to Trey with the drone. "The red light is on. You recording something."

"Oh." Amber says then giggles. "Just delete that."

"What?" Trey asks.

Amber shrugs a bit. "Just us playing around. Nothing but sky and sand."

Trey looks at me. I'm just raging with fucking crazy ass thoughts and shit. Why she suddenly so fucking giggly? Trey picks the phone up that's near the drone. We could see ourselves so it was still on but not recording. Trey starts playing a video.

"How did you pull that up?" Amber snaps.

"Just press the button." Trey says.

We watch as someone tries to straighten the drone up. Rollie takes over the controls making the drone hover in the middle of the room. Then it was suddenly flying through the house. It flies back into the bedroom into the bathroom to the shower.

"Aye take that back." I say. "What's all that shit on the mirror?"

"I wanna see who in the shower." Trey says moving away a bit.

I try to get the phone from him. "You being a bitch."

"Here." He says giving up the fight. "Damn, man."

I take it back to the mirror. All it had on it was scribbling. It wasn't real writing. I suck my teeth and play the video watching the drone get closer to the shower. So who in the damn shower? The door opens. Its gotdamn Rollie stepping out the shower with a towel on his head. Trey laughs. So fucking stupid. The drone flies out the room into the kitchen to the refrigerator. Again Rollie in his damn towel.

"Come on man." I say looking around.

"Where Amber ass go?" Trey laughs. "Aye look."

The drone flies outside to Rollie running on the damn beach in slow motion. Literally trying to run in slow motion. Everything else normal speed. I laugh. I couldn't act mad no more. It then goes to Rollie drawing in the sand. Right as it was about to show what he wrote the drone crashed into the sand.

"What you think this nigga wrote?" I say walking out onto the beach.

"You gonna follow his shit up?" Trey laughs following me.

We walk pass the fire pit out to the beach. I didn't see any writing. I walk down from the house away from the pier. I didn't see nothing earlier walking to the house so it must be in the other direction.

"Aye, Imma use the drone." Trey says looking down at the phone.

"You in on this?" I snap looking at Trey.

"Fuck you mean? I was with you on the gotdamn boat?"

I watch him as he flies the drone in the air to us. What the hell Amber up to and where the hell she went? Trey laughs.

"How the fuck were we supposed to read this shit if he let the water wash it away? That nigga stupid." Trey laughs.

"Bitch?" I say out loud. "That's what he wrote?"

Trey laughs some more. "I thought it was gonna be a message."

I walk over to the water where Rollie's writing was half washed away. There was a baby bottle taped to a stick that was wedged in the sand. I shake the bottle then open it. There wasn't anything in the bottle.

"Cliché." Trey says snatchinf the bottle.

"What?"

Trey looks in the bottle. "Message in the bottle. Pirates, ocean, no?"

"Yeah but what is special about Rollie having a baby. We already know that."

"Chris?" Trey says.

"What?" I say taking the bottle.

He frowns his eyebrows. I stare back at him trying to wonder what the hell he saying my name for. I look at the bottle. We already know Rollie girl pregnant. I look up towards the house. They were being funny. I drop the bottle and start walking towards the house. I couldn't stay calm so I started running.

"Amber!" I say through the house. All I hear is my echo.

"Uncle Chris, you see you toy?" Lane asks walking in the room. "Here go you surprise."

I take the box from him. "Thank you, Lane."

"It a baby... it for a baby." Lane says.

"Lane, you are the worst at surprises." I say opening the box.

"You daughter gone."

There's a ultrasound picture in the box. I felt like crying with excitement. Shit Lane shut the fuck up.

"Where Amber?"

"Outside with you daughter. Here mommy here."

I walk outside to the front of the house. Lane wasn't lying about that. My baby mama was here but she was bringing Royalty back. Amber was walking towards the house with Cammie and Royalty. Royalty runs up to me then runs right pass me to Lane.

"So we gonna act like this not happening?" I say.

"Lane." Amber says after seeing the ultrasound picture in my hand. "You can't talk around that little boy."

Cammie giggles. "Lane gave you take Chris?"

"What do you think?" Amber asks smiling.

"I'm..." I pause about to get choked up. I just shake my head.

Amber hugs me. "It's freaking unpredictable. Like why happen now?"

"Why not now?"

"Did you like our video? The sonogram was supposed to be in the bottle but the boat pulled up before I could get back out there. You were just supposed to find the message in the bottle then some little boy gave you the box."

"I liked how it was. A treasure hunt?"

She smiles. "I tried."

"What's wrong with it happening now?"

"Chris you have a one year old that you just met. We weren't even trying to have a baby. Our relationship..."

I shrug. "Is in a good place."

She kisses me. "Thought we had time to plan."

"I was planning."

"I was told I needed to get my body right for a baby. I feel like that was yesterday. I was gonna say that our relationship doesn't need anymore surprises. We are in a good place."

I pick her up. "I'm fucking excited about this baby."

"I'm nervous." She sighs. "It's real."

"Yeah."

[myuninterestinglifestory]

Dating Gareth Emerson Headcanons

I love this man. So. Much. SO HERE!

Gareth is a bean

A bean with anger issues but anyways--

He has ADHD but nothing can distract him from you

Except for squirrels

He's like a puppy!

He curls up on your lap like a cat tho

Is touching you constantly

Holding your hand, kissing your cheek, hugging you from behind, playing with your hair

Gareth really, really loves when you ask him to teach you to play his drums?

He'll sit you on his lap

Or on the side of the stool (cough cough, Heartstopper--)

And he'll direct your hands

It's the softest thing ever

One time you got really mad and he let you take it out on his drums

You may have busted through one--

It sounded absolutely terrible but it helped you a lot

Gareth was watching in awe the whole time

"How did I get so lucky to get you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just look so beautiful."

He doesn't really like those typical pet names like babe or baby

He hates them, actually (or he claims to, he thinks they'll make him seem less tough, so he calls you babe and baby and sweetheart when none of the Hellfire guys are around)

So he'll call you something like fruit loop or chick flick

It doesn't make any sense to anyone but you guys

It's so stupid

Specifically loves calling you the one thing that makes you blush in front of the Hellfire Club

Because they'll ask you about it and tease you about it for the rest of lunch/the campaign

He's always telling them to shut up but he loves it because it means you'll sit on his lap and bury your face in his neck

"Gareth, make them stop," You'll whine.

"I don't think I will," Gareth will whisper in your ear and rub up and down your back.

Gareth will either pay 100% attetion to you or the campaign there is no in between

He gets super invested and won't take his eyes off the dice or his character sheet

But when you're at his house, he will not take his eyes off you for a second

Unless you're in the bathroom

He's respectful

And random kisses?

Hard kisses, too

It's stupid, he knows, but he sees those couples making out against lockers and wishes it was you and him

And you've done it once or twice

Not in a crowded hallway though

Gareth likes showing you off but your kisses are private

Well, not all of them

Just like... the rough ones

Which is 90% of them

(I'm not even half done, hang on to your butts, brochacos)

Gareth gets jealous so easily

If he sees you talking to Eddie or Jeff or Mike or Dustin or Lucas or (Freak 1, as he's known--)

He will freak the fuck out

Hugging you from behind, tugging on your hair, pulling you away, distracting you

"Gareth, babe, stop it!"

"Yeah, but we're gonna be late!"

"... late for what?"

"EXACTLY! LET'S GO!"

Gareth Emerson cannot lie for shit

So you always know when he's just jealous and wants you all to himself

But like... you have a life.

He likes to smell your hair...

Don't take that the wrong way he just really loves the way it smells

The coconut or strawberry or whatever

And he likes running his hands through your hair

Short or long, he doesn't give a flying fuck as long as you like it

He kind of likes it long though because you taught him how to braid

He's not good at it but he likes doing it because it's rythmic and gives him something to do

"Gareth!"

"I didn't do it!"

"Yes, you did!"

He acts like a toddler and has the anger issues of one

Which is super adorable but you also hate it--

It's like babysitting for free

But you love him so it doesn't matter

He's so sweet, too

Gareth will do anything for you

Jump off a bridge? Of course! Stick his drumsticks in his ears and make stupid faces? Sure! Kiss you in the rain? ~Chick flick~ Put on heels and take a polaroid photo? ...*questioning your relationship* Yes.

He's a lil stupid but it's okay

"Gareth, can we go home now? I just wanna spend time with you."

"Oh, come on, we just got here! What's the rush?"

"Babe. Can we go, please?"

"Y/n, can we please stay here?"

"I want you."

"I want you, too, you're my girl/boy/theyfriend."

"You're an idiot."

Gareth loves when you play with his hair

Carding your fingers through it, fiddling with the ends of it, braiding it a lil bit because it looks so cute--

He's easily overwhelmed, probably

Only at like parties and shit, not that you go to a lot of those

But the few you do go to?

He's begging to get the fuck out of there

"Y/n, can we just go, I don't like this, there's too many people here--"

"Just a few more minutes, okay? Then I promise we can leave, baby."

Melts like butter under your fingers if you call him baby

Gareth absolutely adores being called baby

But not around his friends

He has a reputation to keep up!

Gareth will be tough around them and again, like a puppy with you

I present to you...

✨Gareth Emerson✨, the most underrated side character in Stranger Things

[lovablepiece-of-toast]

@thatonedudewithasnzkink 's adorkeble ocs Nolan and Caden ~♡

Suprisingly, emeto

Me: What is the best way to whump Nolan?

Ya boii Theodore: Food poisoning

Me: Food poisoning it is.

And then I made it extra fluffy because these bois deserve the Best. Love'em

Thank you @thatonedudewithasnzkink for asking me if I could write about Nolan and Caden. You're amazing. This has been a wild ride.

Mentioned: emeto, vomiting, food poisoning, some swears.

Enjoy my attempt :)

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It was an absolutely lovely warm summer day. And a day off on top of that. Caden was scrolling on his phone, sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table. His eyelids fluttered everytime the breeze from the turning fan hit his face. He had gotten over the coldsneezes a while ago. He smiled. Caden had an idea.

Nolan sat across from him, scribbling on a notepad, trying to figure out what they should eat for lunch and dinner. The week had been extremely busy for the two, with both working extra. At the end of May, the cafe was catering many gratuation parties and people frequented the pharmacy to stock up on all kinds of things for long vacations. So, neither Nolan nor Caden really had time to run errands, icluding buying groceries. Jasper had gone to visit his sister (the only nice relative) , so now they were left with a near empty fridge.

"Nolan", Caden looked up from his phone.

"Yeah", Nolan's curious eyes met his smiling ones.

"I think we deserve a date".

"A date, you say?", Nolan hummed. "Anything specific in mind?".Caden pulled a proud grin and handed the phone over. Nolan took a good look at the website presented. It was for a new sushi eatery and on the top of the page read in big, Asian-style letters:

Grand opening May 23rd

We roll with costumers orders!

"It's just down few blocks from here", Caden explained, leaning over the table, "And they say it's organic. We haven't seen eachother all week. I missed You Nolan Anderson!". Suddenly, Nolan's smooth lips were firmly pressed against his. Caden's eyes fluttered shut with suprise and he found himself akwardly tilting his head to get the best of his lover's embrace.

"Sounds good", Nolan said when they parted. Caden just noded, caught off guard.

"Le-let's go then!", he stood up and padded away, blushing madly and giggling. Gosh he loved that man.

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Their walk home was uneventful. But while holding hands, Caden couldn't ignore how Nolan hastily squeezed his hand tighter every now and again. He tried not to think much of it, seeing as his giant boyfriend was very protective over him.

Caden concern grew quite a bit when Nolan muffled a burp into his fist. Sure, there was nothing unordinary about burping after eating if it wasn't for the grimace Nolan pulled as Caden glanced at his face.

" 'cuse me", Nolan smiled sheepishly, feeling his worried gaze. Caden puckered his lips and faced forward.

"You seemed to like the sushi", he stated casually.

"Yeah", Nolan took a deep breath and swallowed,"Of course. Thanks Cay, that was a great idea". He leaned down and pressed a kiss into Caden's crimson hair.

"You liked it too, didn't you? I was worried you'd eat yourself sick from all that dango".

"They're sweet. What can a man do!?", Caden shoved him playfully. Another full sounding burp rumbled off Nolan's chest and Caden huffed as it was right up his ear.

"Sorryh", Nolan chuckled, "Guess that's my stomach agreeing".

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But Oh the-ever-loving-scorching-sun was he lying. When Caden finally fished out the home key from his pocket, Nolan's not-at-all-agreeing stomach had creeped up to his throat. Caden opened the door and he quickly pressed past him, handing his phone and wallet to his boyfriend.

"Na-ture's call!", Nolan managed to say before swiftly dissappearing to their bedroom.

"Okay", Caden was left standing in at the doorway. He blinked and shook his head. Nothing weird about needing the toilet, he comfirmed and went to put the take-out into the fridge.

Next he went to his and Nolan's bedroom. As Caden was plugging his own phone to charge, a sudden massive belch coming from the bathroom nearly shot him out of his skin.

"No-Nolan!?", he yelp at the sound of a thick liquid hitting water. Caden's heart puonded in his chest. He tried to swallow the panic. As someone who often felt sick because of medication and seizures and just because, he damn well knew vomiting when he heard it.

And, as proven by the sheer volume of his boyfriend's sneezes, when Nolan was sick he was loud.

"Nolan?", Caden quietly knock on the bathroom door. The answer he got was sickly burp followed by more splattering.

"D-Don't-blah-com' in...", a strained voice echoed back. That's it. Caden ignored the request and opened the door...

And clapped a hand over his mouth to not get overwhelmed be the smell and suppress a gasp of shock. Nolan was hunched over the toilet still standing, gripping the top of the tank with white knuckles. Shirt absolutely drenched outlining every toned muscle of his torso, upright hair pointed all over the place and the blue-ish green eyes showed an emotion the redhead had rarely seen; Fear? Confusion? Definately shocked.

Shaking himself into action, Caden quickly moved to Nolan's side. Hand on his partner's back, he felt the back muscles jolting with abortive heaves.

"Oookay...", Caden helped Nolan onto the floor just in time as another wave of projectile vomit gushed from his lips. Caden swore he started to look a little green.

"Do-Do I need to call The Priest?", Caden winced, frow growing deeper. He rubbed Nolan's back, other hand smoothing stray strands of bleached blond hair off his clammy forehead in an effort to bring some comfort. It hurt Caden's heart watching his boyfriend, his guardian angel, get kicked in the gut by an out of nowhere puke-demon.

The violent wave of sick started to tapper out. Nolan dry heaved a few times and rested his head on his forearms on the dirtied rim of the toilet, panting like he had ran a marathon.

"Oooouuuu", he groaned with no voice left after purging. Caden rested his plam over Nolan's forehead.

"Hmm...I don't feel a fever", he stated.

"Nah, not a virus", Nolan breathed out," M'fine. Food poisoning just~ ", he wrapped his arm tightly around his midsection and heaved a trickle of puke.

"Well, good to know, but you still seem pretty bad", Caden continued gently massaging Nolan's shoulders, "You must be getting dehydrated by now".

Nolan whimpered and pushed himself away from the mess. Caden reached to flush the toilet and held back a gag as the dirty water whirled out of sight.

"Hey,Feel any better?", he asked softly. Nolan nodded slowly.

"Bit nauseous still. But think I'm done, for now", he swallowed and allowed Caden to lean him back against the tiled wall. The touch of cold through his sweat-soaked shirt made Nolan shiver. Yet it felt so good. Even without fever, the warm, humid air didn't exactly aid the warm, queasy feeling shifting in his stomach.

"I feel discusting", Nolan moaned.

"I believe", Caden unrolled some toilet paper and handed the wad to him. Nolan lazily mopped the strings of sick off his chin, threw it into the toilet and hugged his knees, eyes squeezed shut. He could finally take a breath, a deep, shaky breath. Caden patted his arm lightly.

"It's okay, Nolan", he assured. "I'll go get you some water, yeah? Do you need anything else?".

"M'good", Nolan was fiddling with the bottons of his shirt. The task seemed difficult with such shaky firgers. Caden offered to help and quickly worked them open.

"There we go. Let's get you into something more comfortable, too", he glanced at his poorly boyfriend once more before leaving to fetch the supplies.

And as soon as Caden was out of the room, he was again startled by sounds of merciless puking. Wanting to go back, he decited agaist it. Nolan must definately need water after being so sick. Caden made his way to the kitchen and filled one of Nolan's sportsbottles. The entire time he kept telling himself; "Don't you panic, don't you panic. Nolan needs you right now."

On his way back, Caden stopped to get a fresh set of clothes. A gym t-shirt and sweatshorts should do. They are light and comfortable.

Caden re-entered the bathroom and nearly dropped the things he was holding in shocked. Nolan was doubled over in front of the toilet, crying. He had a wad of toilet paper in one hand, firmly gripping the rim with the other. While tears rolled down his flushed cheeks he slowly moved the wad back and forth on the seat, spreading the vomit around.

"Nolan? What are you doing?", there was a mix of worry and confusion in Caden's voice. Nolan seemed to switch from autopilot to awareness before looking up.

"Mmm-made amess... I cle-hic-clean", he explained hoarsly through sobs; "Don'worry". Nolan looked utterly defeated and not at all up for the task.

Caden sighed, danced around Nolan to the cabinet and pulled out a rag.

"I'll clean it up while you rest", he dropped to Nolan's level. Nolan looked like he wanted to protest but Caden bopped his nose to stop the words.

"It's okay. I might be a little squeamish, but I puke often, it's hell. And I can't exactly carry you if you do deside to wipe yourself unconscious", he said affectionately.

Nolan seemed to get the hint but before neither of them could do anything, his face twisted in pain and he lurched foward, coughing up bile. Caden was quick to pat him on the back. More tears poured from Nolan's eyes and he thumbed them away.

"Shh, you'll be all right. Just let it happen and try to breath, I'm right here".

After several more minutes hacking and gagging Nolan collapsed into Caden's arms, breathing heavy and shallow. Caden held him and rubbed his arm. Nolan was a foot taller and more bulkier build, but at that moment as they sat on the bathroom floor, already gone nose-blind to the smell of sick, he seemed to fit just nicely onto his lap.

"Mr.Becker, I don't feel so good", Nolan mumbled, making Caden chuckle.

"I know. But don't you dare turn into space dust. Want some water?".

"Ye-yes", Nolan answered reluctantly. Caden reached for the bottle and unsrewed the cap. He wet a corner of Nolan's open shirt and used it to his boyfriend's face before bringing the bottle to his parted lips, tilting it just enough for small sips. With each gulp Caden felt Nolan relax and his breathing even out.

"There we go, you good?", he asked when Nolan moved away from the bottle.

"Mmm...tired", Nolan hummed, "Can we go to bed?".

"Of course!", Caden quickly set the water aside and carefully moved out from under him. "Can you get up?".

Nolan pondered a minute, hid his head and held out one hand; "Sorry."

"No problem". Caden grabbed it and the doorframe.

"And up we go". Using the frame as support, he slowly but surely levered both of them off the floor. It wasn't that difficult even. Most people might be deceived by his petit apperence but Caden had suprising hidden streght in him.

He hugged Nolan by the waist while the latter found his footing.

"Good to go?"

"Think so", Nolan let Caden dug under his arm and allowed himself to lean on him quite a bit.

"Let's get you comfy, yea? ".

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If anyone would walk in at that moment, they might get the wrong idea. Nolan sat at the end of the bed, elbows pinned to his knees, one hand clapped over his mouth, near in tears and just looking generally drained. Caden was on one knee in front of him, biting his lip nervously peering up at his face, Nolan's other hand sandwiched between his own.

"Are you going to throw up?", he broke the silence.

Nolan nodded. He pointed at the small thrash can in the corner. "Ple-Please? I just need to this over with"

Caden moved fast and in no time the container was on Nolan's lap. He clutched it tight as a nauseas burp came screaming out with empty gags and saliva for days. Caden could only hold him and rub a soothing arc across his broad shoulders, all the while whispering soothing words.

Seeing there was nothing left to bring up, he took the thrash can and placed it on the floor.

"I'm sorry your tummy got so upset".

Nolan shook his head. "Not your fault. Tasted funny. And if you're okay...", he trailed off.

"Me? I'm fine, don't worry", Caden hadn't had time to think about himself, but nothing seemed off so far.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about you. Now you just get comfy and rest. And let me take care of you. Okay that shirt needs to go", he rambled as he helped Nolan out of the damp shirt and jean shorts.

"I'll go throw these with the laundry. Here's a clean one", Caden patted the folded shirt next to Nolan and left.

When he came back a minute later, Nolan had managed to fall asleep. He must have been just that tired. A little smile crossesd Caden's lips. There was nothing to smile about in his boyfriend's misfortune, but c'mon, he slept like a baby. Arms outstretched and head tilted much like a toddler.

Quietly tiptoeing to the bathroom and putting on a mask and cloves, Caden was ready to face the toilet seat. It wasn't a huge mess but since Nolan had vomited from a standing height, the rim was splashed. For starters he flushed it again. The gushing of water suddenly sounded very loud and he hoped the other didn't wake up. Didn't seem like it. Good.

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Caden was finishing up scrubbing, when the suffling of bed sheets and a deep groan could be heard. He rinsed his hands and peeked over to see a very drowsy Nolan sitting up, cradling his bare stomach. He whimpered with a pained grimace crumpled on his face.

Heart melting from sympathy and pity Caden crawled onto the bed and sat up against the headboard;"C'mere".

Nolan dragged himself and sluggishly snuggled up to his small lover. Caden guided his head to rest on his shoulder and began stroking his hair. The sweat and gel had mixed, making it a messy mop, so Caden took to smoothing down complitely. His other hand wordered to Nolan's stomach and rubbed gently. Nolan whined but pulled the hand back when Caden stopped.

"Oh, Does this help?", he obliged. Nolan's abs were rock hard from cramps and strain and it couldn't feel pleasent.

"Aha", Nolan shivered and huddled closer.

"Hey are you cold?". Caden's worry was growing greately. Sure the midday heat had died down since their date but it was still warm and most certainly not chilly.

"A little. Must be some draft. Ouu... hurts", Nolan cried out and broke out in cold sweat.

"Fuck I forgot how bad this feels. Had the stomach flu when I was 7 but that's about it. No upset stomach since then", he recounted.

"Well poor little Nolan", Caden teased and kissed Nolan on the cheek.

"Shut up", Nolan chuckled. Caden was happy to see him cheer up. After a fit of muffled giggling and like some little kids and "oh drop it" and "sorryyy" here and there, Nolan sighed and stared into space all melancholy.

"I guess all those classes and courses and lectures about food safety and foodborne illnesses they had us take weren't for nothing"

"Well what did they they teach you?", Caden was eager to know what was making his very healthy and frankly very protective boyfriend so, so sick yet let him, Caden, stay and care for him.

"Food poisoning or foodborne illness is caused by consuming food products contaminated with bacteria, parasites or other toxins and can range from mild to life-threatening", Nolan started as if he was giving a lecture, "Anyways, I seem to have to deal with the bacteria Staphylococcus aureus. The most common and 'harmless' type. Solves itself in a day or two. There's really nothing to do except vomit it out then rest and most importantly stay hyderated", Nolan put great emphasis on the last part. "Meds like Pepto Bismol can also be taken to ease the symptoms".

"So Pepto, more water and naps", Caden counted with his fingers and nodded. He got up to get the medicine and to refill Nolan sportsbottle.

"You can put that on", handed Nolan the t-shirt.

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Caden found the hot-pink Pepto bottle and brought it to him. Nolan, who now had the shirt on, downed the pink liquid and washed it down with the cold, refressing water. After giving the bottles to Caden, he hummed relieved and laid down on his side, curling up a little.

"Naptime", he informed.

"Okay", Caden smiled warmly and stroke Nolan's messy hair until he was comlitely asleep.

With Nolan comfortable and sleeping, Caden figured there wasn't much to do but wait and hope for the best. He took his laptop from where it was charging, desiting to work on a few papers he had write for university before the summer break started. Before doing so he texted to Jasper:

Caden thanked him and put the phone aside.

He leaned over and pecked a kiss on Nolan's forehead.

"Schlaf gut, mein liebling", he whispered.~♡

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Ps: also tagging @rachthecool who wanted to see this prompt in action (or a variation)

[simkittens]

Ctd. @paechey ,

Uncle Thomas, or, um, Thomas Marion (pictured above in the maroon coat), is “forty-one years young” as he so dubitably puts it, and works six days a week as a journalist when he isn’t dedicating the rest of his free time to me and my younger brother Caden and my baby sister Abigail. It’s a good thing he’s an amazing cook, because the three of us are the pickiest bunch you’ll ever meet. We all still miss mom terribly, but we’re incredibly lucky to have our uncle in our lives. When all of the kids are asleep, you can usually find him sitting in his armchair by the fireplace reading a book. Lately, he’s been reading about different ways to develop his social skills. I would have to agree that he is rather shy and awkward around other people, unlike my mom, who was so filled with charisma it radiated around her.

I appreciate you taking the time to read my letter and I thank you for your consideration. I hope Uncle Thomas doesn’t get angry when he finds out I entered him in the running without permission... Anyways. Cheers!

The Marion Children (underneath are three signatures, two of which are illegible and were scribbled in crayon).