#and it's something that checks all the boxes for me

[pricegouge]

Thinking of nanny!reader x daddy!price once again... You really ate there, damn

[fic]

oh ms. messy... wonder what she's been up to...

"fuckin' call me messy," you grumble under your breath, the pre-wetted wipe in your hands going dry with overuse. emily squirms, her chubby little cheek gone red with the attention.

"not s'ppose'ta say tha'word." face squished in your hand as it is, the accusation comes out too muffled to hold her usual attitude. like this, she's almost cute. or would be, if not for the garish colors still staining her eyelids.

"and you're not supposed to use markers like makeup, but here we are."

she rolls her eyes, the brat, smudgy purple lines fading up into her eyebrows raising with the effort, as if everything in her tiny little body was put into the motion. "wha'ss'a diffr'nce anyway?"

"well for one, makeup comes off with makeup wipes," you snark, tossing another stained towelette into the bin, tie-dye collection starting to overflow. "for another i don't think 'bluetiful' is really your color."

"blue is a primary color," she informs you, apropos of nothing, as if that should explain why she'd tried using it as as a highlighter.

you pause in your endeavor, the bright red 'blush' on her cheek bleeding down the crease of her nose. "that is true," you agree sagely, and then damn near jump out of your skin when a gruff voice behind you asks if she knows her other primaries.

emily lists off a good fourteen colors - far too many from your understanding, though it had been a long time since you were in preschool; maybe they'd added some. you used the time to check yourself out in the bathroom mirror covertly, though you catch him catching you, eyes meeting somewhere around the fourth shade of yellow. "mr. price," you greet him casually, voice too meek in your effort not to interrupt emily's learning.

he doesn't even nod, eyes heavy on you as he lets his daughter prattle off every shade of the crayolla box she'd become overly familiar with. you'd say he's getting worse but he's always been like this - too intense, too direct - and saying as much felt like a jinx, like a dare to the universe at large to make him, impossibly, more driven. "ms. messy," he drawls quietly, the title a low purr as he lets his eyes drag over you. you'd worn shorts today, confident and cheeky in the privacy of your room. he always managed to wrangle that control from you this easily, with barely more than a pointed look that set you back to basics, suddenly remembering the game you're playing. who with.

attempting to save face, you turn back to emily and whisper to her, thick as thieves. "coulda told me he was right behind me. now i look bad, not using this as a teaching opportunity."

emily tells you it's actually your job to know when her dad's home because she's a little shit, but you barely hear it because john takes that opportunity to assure you you don't look bad, doubles down when he sees how flustered he's made you. "emily, doesn't ms. messy look nice?"

and maybe there is a reason you keep coming back for more (other than her hot father and his seemingly bottomless pocket) because she just nods animatedly, sloppy bun you'd piled her hair into bobbing. you start to murmur your thanks, but she ruins the moment just as suddenly as she'd started it, motioning to her colorful face and proudly announcing she'd been trying to look like you.

"oh," you hedge, unsure how you feel about a child thinking drunk drag makeup was the key to stealing your look.

john, thankfully, comes to your rescue. "oh, munchkin. you know ms. messy doesn't need all that to look pretty."

well, maybe 'thankfully' was a strong word. "and neither do you. you're pretty just the way you are," you assert, trying to steer the conversation into something more manageable just as you steer the girl before you back your way, tilting her head so you can get a particularly well saturated bit on her brow.

"prettier than you?" she asks, cheeky, and you roll your eyes much like she had, far too exaggeratedly. let her dad have fun with that bad habit.

"well of course!"

she giggles, turns to face her father as best she can when you've got her whole jaw cupped in your hand. "daddy, am i prettier than ms. messy?"

you don't think he's mean enough to give his kid a complex in the name of flirting with someone half his age, but your breath catches anyway, waiting in anticipation as he lets the moment drag on.

surely your heart's racing because you want him to say no. right?

"now that you mention it, ms. messy sure could use some sprucing up, hm?" you scoff and flick the dirty towelette at him and huff when he catches it easily, palm completely engulfing it without even really trying. he's unbearably smug when he continues, whiskers practically twitching with a barely contained grin. "what do you think, munchkin? a pretty necklace? a bracelet?"

unfortunately, he looks perfectly serious. "maybe a ring?"

if emily responds, you don't hear it, too busy side eyeing him, trying to figure out how serious he is. if you get tipped with a tennis necklace next time you watch his kid, you might just drop out of school.

divider by @/cafekitsune

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Malleus Draconia - New Year's Attire Vignette

"I should just pull this cord out once, correct?"

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

[Malleus casts spells]

Malleus: Now then, I've used my magic to organize the shelves. What should I do next…?

Ignihyde Student A: Ooh. This laptop's pretty cheap. Though, I can't check how it'd operate, since it's got no power.

Ignihyde Student B: Apparently if you ask one of the guys working here, they'll power it up for you, so we should ask someone. Let's see if there's anyone free…

Malleus: Yes? Is there something I can do for you?

Ignihyde Student A: Eek... I just made eye contact with Malleus Draconia...! U-UH, NO, SIR! I WILL ASK SOMEONE ELSE!

Malleus: The others are currently busy with their own duties. I can assist you if there is something in the store you need.

Ignihyde Student B: Uhh… R-Right then, so… Could I get this computer booted up for a sec… Pretty please?

Malleus: This mechanical box, is it? …If I recall, the others would simply press this button here to turn it on.

[click]

Malleus: It isn't working. When this happens, I should pull this cord out once, correct? That is what Lilia once taught me.

Ignihyde Student A: Eh, you're going to completely unplug it!? But isn't it still in the process of starting up…?

[snap!! crackle, crackle!]

Ignihyde Student B: Eek! It sparked! That was a pretty strong yank…

Malleus: Alright. Now I simply have to do the same thing once more.

[click…THUD!!!]

[the power goes out]

Malleus: Hm? All the lights in the store seem to have turned off.

Sam: It's a power outage! I'll go check on the breakers, so I need all you little imps to stay right where you are for safety!

Heartslabyul Student A: It's so dark I can't see anything…! What's going on!?

Pomefiore Student A: I totally saw some sparks a second ago! Malleus Draconia must have done something! We need to run for our lives!!

Malleus: Wait. Sam said to stay right where you are.

Malleus: I warn each and every one of you… I will not allow anyone to take one step out of this store.

Students: GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

[everyone runs way]

Floyd: Ahah. I can't believe you caused a power outage, Sea Slug-senpai. That cracks me up.

Malleus: I simply was attempting to turn on that mechanical box.

Sam: It seems you pulled out the plug while it was still one, didn't you, my little horned imp?

Sam: Because of that the plug shorted out, and when you plugged it back in, it tripped the breaker.

Sam: In a nutshell… That's what caused the store's lights to go out.

Jamil: At least the laptop is fine, and the power's restored once the breaker was flipped.

Jamil: But… Now we have another problem on our hands.

[cricket, cricket...]

Jack: Looks like it. The power's back on, but all the customers that left haven't come back in.

Floyd: Ain't it just 'cause Sea Slug-senpai scared 'em all off?

Malleus: I scared them? Perhaps I may have been the cause of the power outage, but all I did after that was caution those who would go against Sam's instructions.

Jamil: Well, that's… I mean, if they heard your voice echoing in the darkness like that… You know…

Sam: Now, now. I know none of this was done with any malicious intent.

Sam: But we're a business, after all. We can't lose customers and lose sales, now can we? There needs to be some kind of penalty.

Sam: So, I'll just deduct points from your total score towards the special bonus.

Jamil: A point deduction because we caused a decrease in customers, hm. Now that's a serious blow.

Malleus: …I neither intend to lose this competition, nor do I wish to be held in disdain.

Malleus: Whatever the outcome, I must take responsibility for my actions.

Malleus: I shall see our customers returned, and our sales up once more.

Sam: Oh? You're talking a big game there. I see that glint in your eyes… I can tell you mean it.

Sam: Nyeheehee! Alright then, I'll give you a change.

Sam: If you can make more sales today than you did yesterday before we close, then I'll waive everything that happened earlier! How's that?

Malleus: I understand. I shall see it done.

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Malleus: My apologies. I seem to have been a burden, Viper.

Jamil: Please, no need to say that. If anyone from Diasomnia learned that I had you apologizing to me, I'd never hear the end of it!

Jamil: However, will it even be possible to increase sales to more than we earned yesterday in the time we have remaining today…?

Malleus: We only need to draw back in the customers that left. Wait here.

[Beside Mister S's Mystery Shop]

[Heartslabyul students chatter]

Malleus: Ah, perfect, there are some humans milling about. You all there, have you purchased what you need from the New Year's Sale?

Malleus: Now is your chance to peruse our wares at your leisure. You would do well to come in.

Heartslabyul Student B: ACK… IT'S MALLEUS DRACONIA!

Heartslabyul Student C: I heard a rumor… His magic brought down a streak of lightning crashing down into the store and it knocked out all the lights!

Malleus: What?

Heartslabyul Student B: I-I even heard that he tried to forcefully drag customers back into the dark shop… I'm too scared!

Students: R-RUN AWAY―――!!

[they run away]

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Malleus: I don't recall that happening whatsoever.

Jamil: It seems the incident has been embellished beyond reason.

Jamil: Perhaps we need to do something to reverse this frightening impression you've seem to have left on people.

Jamil: For example, what if we were to fix how you interact with customers? That is… Maybe try to be a bit less stiff…

Jack: I just saw a bunch of guys in front of the shop that looked like they had all the blood drained from their face… Oh, I see, it was just Malleus-senpai.

Floyd: Oh, right, just Malleus-senpai.

Malleus: What do you mean, "oh"? What are you implying?

Jack: Nothing, just thought they looked real put out.

Malleus: What is that supposed to mean? Certainly, the power outage from before may have caused some sort of misunderstanding…

Malleus: However, I've never received a single complaint on how I interact with customers.

Floyd: I mean, isn't that just 'cause you just bein' there puts immense pressure on 'em?

Malleus: I've only ever treated them as I would anyone else…

Sam: Oh me, oh my, it looks like we only have our staff inside the store. How about we try to bring some customers in?

Malleus: You're right. Allow me.

Jamil: YOU CAN STAY RIGHT HERE, MALLEUS-SENPAI!

Jack: Sam-san, you're carrying something pretty big there. Is that some new product?

Sam: Oh, this? Another shop sent it to me out of the blue.

Malleus: Hm, it has a bright red face and some magnificent golden teeth. And these… aren't horns, but ears, yes? What a curious creature.

Jamil: What kind of beast is this creature supposed to resemble? It sort of resembles a lion.

Sam: You're right! This big guy is a ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ, a legendary beast from the east that resembles a lion.

Sam: It is a talisman that brings good fortune during the New Year's over there. It may give the impression of being an unapproachable creature…

Sam: But these guys'll show up at New Year festivals and go around blessing people with luck in the coming year by chomping on their heads!

Jack: Eh? Are those people alright after getting their heads bit!?

Sam: Oh, oops, I didn't mean for you to misunderstand. It's merely a play bite, they're not really harming them.

Sam: We have these set up at the entrance to the eastern branch of our shop, so another shop tried to also put them out.

Sam: But it seems many customers find how they look scary. These got shipped over to us, to see if there was something we can do with them.

Malleus: I see. Although it is a creature specifically for ringing in the new year, people are frightened and avoid it…

Malleus: …Sam, I will be borrowing this ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ for a moment. I shall use my magic to puppeteer it and bring customers back in.

Floyd: What, the guy everyone's scared of is gonna use a bit of decoration that everyone's also scared of to try and bring people in? Ain't that gonna just scare 'em off even more?

Malleus: A talisman from a far-off land should pique their curiosity.

Malleus: It will be enough if I simply use my magic to manipulate it to move as if it were alive, to garner the people's eye.

Malleus: I will test how it moves. I shall leave my post for a moment, I leave you all to take of things.

Jamil: Uh… Malleus-senpai?

[Courtyard]

Malleus: Hm… I consulted some eastern resources… Is this how it should be moving?

Jamil: Ah, I thought you'd be here.

Malleus: Viper. How did you know where to find me?

Jamil: I assumed that you'd be in a pretty open space if you were going to try to maneuver something that big.

Jamil: Is there anything I may help you with?

Jamil: It's not like there's any use sticking around the shop when business is slow, after all…

Jamil: I can't just stand around while our team's special bonus and the shop's profit are in jeopardy.

Malleus: Then, perhaps you could provide me your opinions on how the ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ should move.

Malleus: I've no trouble manipulating it with my magic, yes…

Malleus: However, I require a solution in order for it to move smooth enough to draw in customers.

Jamil: I understand. Then, I will observe your movements and support you to the best of my abilities.

[Courtyard]

[ZOOM!!]

Malleus: How did that movement seem?

Jamil: It was so fast I couldn't see anything!

Jamil: It may be a legendary beast, but I can't imagine it would move that fast… I think it would be better for it to move slower.

Malleus: I thought perhaps that would give it more life… Then, I suppose this time I will attempt to move it more serenely.

Malleus: I should tilt and turn its head slowly… Have it dance in the heavens as if rising from the earth…

[GRAH!!]

Jamil: …!? What was that move just now…!?

Malleus: Oh, did it seem alive?

Jamil: No, not at all.

Jamil: It was just moving in an unnatural way for a real, living creature… So I imagined a terrifying monster instead.

Malleus: Terrifying? Well, that would just cause the people to flee even more.

Malleus: It seems there is still much room for improvement. I'll focus on how the joints move next. Let's see, now…

Malleus: …This was a failure as well. Moving it with my magic may be simple enough, and yet it is attempting to give it life that is eluding me.

Malleus: What must I do to have it move with an elegance that will draw the humans back in?

Jamil: …......

Malleus: What is it, Viper? You've been silent for some while now. Have you exhausted yourself?

Jamil: Ah, no…

Jamil: I just couldn't get out of my head how terrifying the ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ was as it moved.

Jamil: It almost seemed as though it could swallow us whole… It left a pretty big impact on me.

Malleus: So, you say it left an unforgettable impression on you?

Malleus: Hm…

Jamil: What's wrong? Is something the matter?

Malleus: I've just had a good idea… I think I know what would attract the people.

[Beside Mister S's Mystery Shop]

A few hours later―

Scarabia Student A: I want to go see the sales at the Mystery Shop…

Students: BUT MALLEUS DRACONIA'S TOO SCARY!!

Scarabia Student A: Is it true that he got mad during his shift and fired down lightning bolts? Maybe we should just go home…

Savanaclaw Student A: Hey, something is coming.

[rustle, rustle, ROOOAR!!]   

Savanaclaw Student A: Ack, what's that monster!? There's a huge lion-lookin' thing floating in the air.

Scarabia Student A: It's creepy with how it's wiggling like that… Why's there a terrifying monster like that on campus?

[drifts away]

Savanaclaw Student A: Oh, it's going back towards the Mystery Shop.

Students: …

Scarabia Student A: That was scary, but… Why do I feel like checking it out?

Savanaclaw Student A: I totally get you! I'd never seen anything like that…

Savanaclaw Student A: …Let's go after it!

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Scarabia Student A: Huh? It's pitch black in here… Where'd that thing from earlier go?

Malleus: Welcome.

Savanaclaw Student A: AAAAH, IT'S MALLEUS DRACONIA!!

Malleus: You've come for this, have you not? Heh, I am not surprised it piqued your curiosity.

Malleus: This is called a ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ, and it is considered a talisman of good fortune in the east.

Savanaclaw Student A: A talisman? So, basically, you're saying…

Malleus: That's correct, I am making it move with my magic.

[GWAK!]

Savanaclaw Student A: The  just raised its head up high and gave a howl before dancing in the air again! It's really got spirit…!

Pomefiore Student B: Seeing a strange unearthly creature next to Draconia like this… It gives me chills.

Pomefiore Student C: I-It's scary… Just lookin' at it feels overwhelming.

Students: BUT… I CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF IT. I JUST KEEP GETTING SUCKED IN…!

Sam: Ｆｌｙ! You did good, my horned imp!

Sam: We've got twice the number of customers and profits from before the slump. I was worried there for a moment, but it looks like it was a blessing in disguise!

Jamil: Right now, there is a sight that cannot be witnessed anywhere else…

Jamil: Once that rumor got out, it became a grand success that's packed this shop full of customers.

Floyd: Looks like even the miniature ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ are all gettin' sold, too. These morons're too easy.

Malleus: I simply took Viper's advice and suggested we sell them. He said that for occasions such as these, a memento would be highly sought after.

Jamil: To be perfectly honestly, I didn't actually think they'd sell this well. All this must be due to Malleus-senpai's influence.

Malleus: My influence, hm. Well, I do admit that I thought long and hard about that because of this incident.

Jack: Hm? What does that mean?

Malleus: Viper said that the way the ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ moved was unforgettable and terrifying…

Malleus: So I thought to myself. Why is the ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ considered a legendary beast, although it is feared by many?

Malleus: When humans fear something, it means that they are in awe of its power.

Malleus: Whether they are frightened or entranced by it, there is a fine line between fear and reverence.

Malleus: Thus, wouldn't it make sense drawing out the feelings of reverence from the thing that evokes fear, and gain the attention of those people?

Sam: I see… Did you come up with that because of what you experienced?

Sam: I'd expect nothing less from you, my horned imp. I'm sure the ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ are also happy to have their moment in the spotlight, as well.

Sam: Just as I promised, I'll consider that slump earlier completely forgotten. If anything else, I'll consider it bonus points towards your special bonus!

[knock, knock, knock]

Diasomnia Student A: Um! Do you guys still have some of those mini ＳＨＩＳＨＩＭＡＩ for sale!?

Octavinelle Student A: I hear that if we buy that, we'd gain awesome magical power just like Malleus Draconia. I absolutely need one!

Sam: Oh, my. They're still coming, even though we're supposed to be closed… Tomorrow may be just as busy as today, at this rate.

Jamil: Malleus-senpai, looks like you were a hit. …Although, I feel like their reactions are still kind of self-centered.

Malleus: I'm paying it no mind. I consider the work I have done here to simply be another experience that dots my brief time as a student here.

Malleus: I want to be able to enjoy myself until the very end. I shall overlook any minor issues.

Sam: You said it. Keep those vibes going all the way 'til the last day for me.

Malleus: Naturally. You may leave it to me.

Malleus: I shall use my awe-inspiring power that toes the line of fear to continue to bring in even more customers.

Requested by Anonymous.

[jeonscatalyst]

I think about Jk covering Hate Everything with a black screen and posting it "coincidentally" exactly when Jimin was in the hospital. Or him being the first to check on Jimin when he fell on stage after his surgery. Or how he built a huge stone tower when Jimin was sick in NY, that people said was not about Jimin, but he never built another one on their other trips when Jimin was fine and not sick. Or him blurting out don't cry during Festa Dinner when Jimin started to tear up, but Jk didn't say it when other members cried during the same dinner or when Jimin cried on stage his smile dropped and he went straight to Jimin after or when Jimin was crying again during Rosebowl and he started screaming don't cry Jimin. Or how he asked Jimin if his feet was hurt on grass or to stop playing with a yoyo he will hurt his fingers, when other members were playing with it as well and he didn't say a word to them. Or how he insists to cut something for Jimin or cook for him and tell him to sit. Comments about his food being hot or carrying his bags cause he knows Jimin has back problems. Or in the car when Jimin was dancing in AYS and hit his head, how JK said it scared him or the look on his face when Jimin hurt his lip when he jumped or telling Tae not to fling his food at Jimin or coming after Suga with a frying pan cause he almost hit Jimin. Hitting a bell cause Jimin hurt his hand on it or beating up frozen food cause Jimin got hurt. Or getting annoyed when Jimin was teasing him about Ham and agreeing with Tae instead, only for JK to get serious and said he thought something was wrong with Jimin's tastebuds and only got annoyed at Jimin and kept making him apologize (he really got worried). Or how he jumped up when Jin handed Jimin a big box. Or guides him up steps and holds his hand behind him so he doesn't fall. Or grabs him up by his hair out of a swimming pool cause he's laying down a bit too long for his liking or giving a pay attention speech when Jimin burned his leg on the motorcycle. Like someone wrap Jimin up in bubble tape so JK can relax. NO ONE and I mean NO ONE will ever tell me Jungkook doesn't care about Jimin. The scolding, the panic, the heartache he shows when he gets in his feels over Jimin is something else for sure. And its only Jimin. He shows care and concern for others, but not like this. JK does care and dare I say, more then what "just a friend" would react or care, cause the level of concern and panic and over the top actions when Jimin is hurt and sick, is more like how you would react over someone you "LOVE". Whatever kind of love it is. Platonic, romantic, it's pure and simple and genuine real love.

When we say protect Jimin at all costs, well Jk takes it literally. I said what I said.

🥹

Thanks anon for making me cry on this fine day. Jungkook loves Jimin…..BAD!!

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Your Vampire: Chapter One

Fit as a Fiddle

(Max Phillips x f!reader)

Words: 1, 197

Summary: after being dumped by your fiancé, your friend and boss, Max Phillips comes to your rescue. You know his biggest secret…

Warnings: medical procedures mentioned, the worst ex in the world, mild swearing, lots of crying, no y/n, reader has nickname Garland

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“We need to talk.” That was what he said before you went into surgery.

It was hard to hear over the fog of anaesthesia lifting away. It was almost like floating underwater, but it wasn’t hard to understand what he was saying.

Yesterday, you were somewhat happily engaged to Jacob with plans to potentially start planning a wedding in the somewhat distant future. Now you didn’t even have a ring on your finger. The crushing pain creeping up your chest was worse than the pain from the surgery was going to be.

Then in walked your boss, Max Phillips with his three-piece suit and a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey Garland, how was surgery?”

You promptly burst into tears.

“He dumped me?”

“He what?”

“He dumped me!” you wailed. “I thought I was imagining it from the drugs wearing off but no, he definitely dumped me. Left a note just to confirm it and took my ring!”

“Did he dump you because you got cancer?”

“He didn’t exactly put it in those words but yes.”

“I always knew he was a prick but damn, that was a serious dick move.”

A fresh wave of tears started running down your face. Max started to hand you his handkerchief but realised the amount of tears and snot protruding from your face so he rethought his strategy. He handed you a nearby box of tissues.

“And I’ve got nowhere to go!” you said after blowing your nose.

“You don’t?”

“I won’t be living with Jacob anymore so now I’m technically homeless. I’ve just had surgery, and I’ve got nowhere to go.”

“Well my dear, I happen to be the solution to all your problems!” you looked up at him in confusion. “I happen to have a spare room.”

You felt like the Wicked Witch of the East in that a house fell on you. So you began to think of your next logical move. Being logical helped in situations where you didn’t want to drown in emotions.

But this only left you numb. You barely remember the change in location. Everything was too much of a blur to notice anything. The only thing you remember is ending up on a couch that must belong to Max watching the screen of what must be Max’s TV. Unsure of what you were watching, but the colours and movement distracted you enough from yourself. If left alone with your thoughts, you would fall into the depth of a sadness so dark, no light would pierce it. Also, you ran out of tissues.

Max noticed this and proceeded to help you out of this darkness.

“I’ve had a very nice bed made up for you. Are you just going to lie there like an adorable couch potato?”

You mumbled something resembling a yes.

Max sighed, unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on the coffee table so he could face you from your bundle of blankets.

“Seeing as you’re going to wallow in your own misery, you won’t object to what I’m going to say: that pathetic excuse of a human being you call your ex-boyfriend is possibly the biggest prick in the known world. He’s as self-centred as the sun but actually nothing revolves around him. Any objections so far?”

You said nothing so he continued.

“I really should have made a PowerPoint but if it weren’t for you, he would have no chance at a promotion.”

You mumbled something and he leaned in to hear you repeat, “I knew he’d be up for promotion.”

“Well he’s only up for consideration for potential promotion. He made the wrong move in dumping you.”

“I hope it hits him in the face how much he’s messed up,” you said with more conviction.

“There we go! There’s the Garland I used to know. Now come, I have some therapy for you.”

Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you followed Max to see what he had hanging from the spiral staircase.

“You just happen to have a punching bag with Jacob’s face on?”

“Doesn’t everyone have one?” You rolled your eyes as he handed you a bat. Nodding his head towards the punching bag, he said. “Come on, you know you want to.”

You started off just poking the punching bag, it didn’t move. Then you gave it a small whack. That small whack released a tiny bit of anger in you, and it felt good. You gave it another whack. But your stitches were preventing you from releasing your maximum fury, so you put your rage on the photo. You ripped it off the punching bag and continued ripping it.

Max let out an impressed whistle as you ripped the photo with your teeth.

“Bloodthirsty, I like it. Feel better?” he asked.

You spat out the paper, “I’m hungry now.”

“Good, what do you feel like?”

“I have no idea.”

“I’ll heat you up some soup.”

“I’m starving.”

One serving of good food later, you felt somewhat normal. As normal as you could be after surgery and then being dumped by your fiancé post-surgery. The hour suggested it was time for bed, so Max led you to where he assigned your bedroom.

“Really? A four-poster bed?”

“Hey, it’s romantically classy.”

“What type of bed do you have?”

He put a hand on your shoulder, “You need some rest, my dear.”

You were too tired to realise he was avoiding the question. It was actual needing a good night’s rest tiredness, not the drifting through life tiredness. Before you felt like a ghost drifting through existence but now you felt almost human again. Almost like yourself again.

You woke up feeling refreshed and happy. But then the pain across your abdomen reminded you of your current life situation. Instead of burrowing under the high-quality bedding, you got out of bed. It was the first step to recovery.

You took the first proper look at your surroundings. The bedroom you came out of seemed to be the only room that offered any privacy. The rest of the house was open plan. The high ceilings hinted the building was much older than its modern furnishings. A spiral staircase led up to a small loft, but you didn’t need to climb up to know this was not where Max slumbered. The only other option was the only other door. You found it led to the basement. You didn’t feel the coldness of the stone steps in your fluffy sock covered feet.

As you slowly descended, you took note of the stonework mixed with modern patchwork to fill in the holes. A solid glass floor preserved the stone floor giving off a peaceful but ominous feeling.

The basement looked like a typical basement for a typical business guy. The gym equipment was so typical it was funny. What wasn’t typical or normal in any way was the door in the floor.

It didn’t look like a trapdoor, just an odd quirk made by the architect. As you pondered the strange design, the door opened.

Out emerged Max Phillips as if from a slumber.

The two of you stared at each other for an awkward moment.

“So, I’m a vampire,” he said.

“Yeah, I know.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

The PA: Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

The first time you see Rupert Campbell-Black naked, he’s balls deep in Paul Stratton’s wife, her legs akimbo on his shoulders as she screams his name like he’s the second coming of Jesus. He looks up with a smile on his face as he sees you standing there and you tap your watch to remind him of his phone call with the Prime Minster in 15 minutes.

“You’re not impressed with me are you?” He says half an hour later as he sits behind a desk that’s almost as old as this house he’s rattling around in.

“You are exactly the same as the three ministers I’ve assisted.” You tell him as you stand there clad in black high waisted trousers and white silk blouse he’s love to tear right off your shoulders. He watches as you reach over the desk, the fabric shifting as you pick up one of his cigars from the open box on his desk and ignite it with a gold lighter given to you by Mrs Thatcher herself. “Granted you’re in better shape.” You gesture to his open robe as you huff out a plume of smoke that twirls in the air. “But it gets awfully boring.”

All the other assistants before you, they’re terrified of him. They avert their gaze when it comes to his proclivities, they blush and they stumble over their words. He runs roughshod over them but you…

Oh you take him to task in a way that get’s his dick hard, with a tone that indicates he’ll get a rough spanking if he doesn’t do what he’s told. He can’t count the amount of times he’s fisted his cock at the thought of some of the shit the two of you would get up to together if you just let your hair down every once in a while.

“It doesn’t get you wet at all?” He asks you, picking up his glass of scotch and swirling it around so the ice cubes clink together. “Watching me fuck?”

You tilt your head, taking another drag.

“I’ve seen barn animals go at each other with more intimacy and erotism.” You remark, blowing out a smoke ring between those pert red lips of yours. “You know none of its real and still you chase it anyway, you love to be admired and you hate to be obtained. It doesn’t take a psychologist to work out what that’s about.”

“That’s enough now.” He says, his voice tight and you roll your eyes, stubbing out the half smoked cigar in the crystal ashtray on his desk.

“Alright Mr Campbell-Black.” You say in a tone that drips with a detached professionalism. Honestly your indifference, it shouldn’t get his dick as hard it does but there it is rubbing against the inside of his robe like the glutton for punishment it is. “You know why I’m here, you know what I do. I don’t give a shit who you’re fucking so long as you keep it out of the papers and don’t embarrass the PM.”

The word ‘again’ hangs in the air between the two of you because that’s what brought you into his life in the first place, a naked tennis game and a fight that was more of a running of the bulls at Tony Baddingham’s garden party.

“I know you’re not a normal PA.” He says as he leans back in his seat, drinking you in because you, you’re somewhat of an enigma. It’s clear you have aristocracy in your blood, he can smell that kind of breeding a mile away but instead of being married off you have a clandestine position in the ruling government and the PM’s ear apparently.   “You’re the one she sends to keep the naughty boys in check, although I am very curious about a woman like you goes about doing something like that. It has to be more than you’re capability with a riding crop.”

“You heard about that did you?” You say, placing a hand on your hip and it draws his attention to the light curve of your waist, where his hands would rest so perfectly as he fucked you.

“I heard he still has the scar, right across the back of his hand.” He says, indicating to the exact placement of the mark with his fingertip. “That he yelped like a puppy being kicked in front of the whole hunt.”

“He made the mistake of putting his hands where they weren’t wanted.” You inform him with an iciness that could freeze hell itself. “I’d refrain from making the same mistake if I were you.”

“Oh I wouldn’t dare.” He says, holding up his hand in mock innocence. “Trust me, if I touch you, I’ll make sure it’s very much wanted.”

“Hm.” You say, your lips pursing into a pout that makes his dick leak because the thought of fucking that mouth, well, it’s enough to bring a man to his knees, multiple times. “Keep it that way and we won’t have any problems.”

You are going to be a formidable opponent, he just knows it. Those other ministers they’re child’s play compared to the shit he gets up to, he’s going to enjoy putting you through your paces.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun together, you and I.” He says, taking a sip from his glass of scotch, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “I just know it.”

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[beyondtheticklecloset]

Fuck the Pizza (My Hero Academia)

Summary: Class 1-A is having a pizza party, but Bakugou is nowhere to be seen. When his boyfriend goes to check on him, Todoroki finds he's in dire need of another kind of sustenance.

A/N: Was in a depressive episode, wrote out my feelings. (I'm good now!) Enjoy.

Word Count: 808

Warning: Hurt/comfort, light angst

~~~

“Where’s Bakugou?” Kirishima asked as he plopped the stack of pizza boxes onto the table. The others in Class 1-A were already gathering around, ready to dig in. “He’ll miss out if he doesn’t get his butt out here.”

Todoroki pulled out his phone and frowned at it. “I don’t know. I texted him, and he read it, but…” He considered a moment, then pocketed the device and turned on his heel. “I’ll go get him. Try not to steal all of the supreme slices. Those are his favorite.”

The half-and-half hero hurried down the hall to his partner’s door, knocking a couple of times. “Hey, Katsuki. Pizza’s here. You’re gonna miss it if you don’t get moving.”

Silence. Todoroki frowned. This was unusual. Hesitantly, he tried the knob and then gave it a small push when the door opened. He announced his presence with a “hey, babe,” but was again met with silence.

The lights were on. Bakugou was sitting on the floor, staring up at his TV as though transfixed. For a moment, Todoroki smiled softly. He had his headphones on; he must have been enamored by a new romance anime and had lost track of time. That wouldn’t explain the left on read text, but…

Oh. It wasn’t a romance anime, or any kind of anime. It was…a video of a beach?

Todoroki glanced between the screen and his boyfriend, confused. Cautiously, not wanting to scare him, he moved further into the room, closing the door behind him just in case, since the vibes in here were off, to say the least. He slowly reached out to put his hand on the blonde’s shoulder, hoping he’d notice him well before then.

He didn’t, and Bakugou jolted in surprise when Todoroki touched down on the bare skin of his upper arm. The latter expected him to snap at him for being so quiet or even shoot him a mock glare, but instead he just sighed, taking off his headphones, letting them rest around his neck.

“Pizza’s here,” he said.

“Y-Yeah,” Todoroki replied, caught off guard. He’d seen a lot of moods from his boyfriend, but never something like this. “Are you okay?”

Bakugou opened his mouth, closed it again. Swallowed. Glanced away. “Not…really. But it’s whatever.”

Todoroki grabbed his arm again, this time not caring if he startled the blonde. “No, not ‘whatever’. What’s up? You can tell me.” Please tell me. Please let me be there for you.

“It’s nothing, icy-hot,” Bakugou mumbled. “I’m just not in the mood to be social right now. I don’t want…” He trailed off, but Todoroki knew what he meant.

“Don’t want to go out there and get pizza because of all the people?”

“Yeah.”

“I can bring some in here. We can have a party of two,” Todoroki replied, already perking up at the idea. A spontaneous kind-of-pizza-date with his boyfriend? Who might even be in the mood to be the little spoon for a change? How could he refuse?

He straightened and turned to go, but Bakugou reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Todoroki turned to look back, already wilting, expecting the blonde to tell him to just go on without him. That he wanted to be alone.

But instead he mumbled, “Don’t…don’t leave me.” He tightened his grip just slightly, but it was noticeable. “Please.”

Todoroki melted. Without another word, he got down on the floor beside his partner, scooting behind him and pulling him back into his chest, letting him lean on him, letting the spiky blonde hairs tickle his nose as he nuzzled into him.

“Clingy,” Bakugou mumbled, but it was halfhearted and had no heat behind it. Todoroki pulled him in closer, crossing his legs over his boyfriend’s lap.

“You think I’m going to pass this up?” Todoroki chuckled, kissing his cheek. “You’re letting me hold you. You didn’t ask me to leave. I’m soaking this all up while I can. But…” He gentled his tone, growing serious, “Also, whatever’s bothering you…you can tell me, Katsuki. I want you to tell me. If you want to. If you’re up for it.”

The blonde was silent for a moment. Then he said, “You’ll miss out on pizza.”

Todoroki snorted. “Katsuki – and I mean this with all of my heart and soul – fuck the pizza.”

Bakugou let out a snicker, then let go and settled into Todoroki fully, allowing him to hold him and be with him, even though he didn’t feel very chatty.

At some point, one of their classmates – Todoroki suspected Hagakure, because he never actually saw who – put two plates of pizza and two soda cans just inside the door without a word, leaving them alone while still including them in the party happening outside.

Later they’d thank everyone for the gesture.

But right now, they just wanted to be.

[the-wip-project]

January 26

Hello writerly friends!

I hope you are deep in your story and got a first grasp of what your story wants to be. Maybe it even surprised you, developed in a way you didn't expect. 

Your most important trait as a writer is perseverance. You have to stick to it, you have to keep going, because you cannot discover your story if you don't write it. But there will come a point where you get stuck. Writer's block is extremely difficult for discovery writer, because we don't have an outline to guide us forward. We're stuck and we don't know where to go next.

Maybe you've already run into that kind of wall, so let's return to Patricia McLinn's book "Survival Kit For Writers" to find some advice about how to deal with writer's block as a discovery writer.

Patricia McLinn turns to brainstorming when she gets stuck. She advises to leave the actual story, but work inside the world you've created. Take your characters and ask them questions. Specific questions. This is not a friendly interview, grab your character and ask them "What the fuck was that about?" and then write down everything you'll find. Be demanding, make it an argument. Poke your subconscious until it spills the beans. These are not words that will end up in your story, but they will show you where your story is headed.

Another piece of advice you'll always hear around writer's block and its remedies, is to "refill the creative well". Meaning: reading and watching stories. McLinn specifies this more, she recommends that you read specific chunks of other books for inspiration. If you're stuck on a fight scene, find fight scenes in other books and analyse what you like and dislike about them. 

That's also a general point regarding the books we read. What stands out to you? What do you find important in the stories you read? What speaks to you about a specific scene? I'm usually too lazy to write that down, but it probably makes sense to write those sort of findings down. Don't be lazy like me, be smarter.

As always, accountability and writing sprints are good tools that work well. Posting here on tumblr how you write and how it's going, may look like nothing important now, but you will look back on this one day and be amazed at what you did. It means something to say "look, I did that".

We have a check-in channel on our discord, where we post our wordcounts for accountability. It's just a little thing, but I look into the channel every day and it makes me so happy to see all those numbers. Someone follows this project on bluesky and posts daily (very impressive) wordcounts, and really tickles me to see that. 

Our sprint bot died, so there aren't any sprints right now, but you can always use a focus app on your phone and set it to 20 minutes, or you can use a site like OhWrite (https://ohwrite.co/) to sprint with other people. These things work, honestly. I know it's annoying but these are like the easiest tools in the box and it would be stupid not to use them. 

So in that spirit, let's see your accountability!

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[kaiacutie]

HEAR ME OUT ∗ ꪆৎ ✧

summary: kaia and her best friend josie make one of the trendy yet infamous, “hear me out” cakes. kaia receives a phone call from her best friends younger brother that her video went more viral than she thought it did. alley rempe makes a new friend who may or may not have a crush on her younger brother. 

wc: 2.6k

warnings: swearing, takes place in san diego, THIS HAS NO MATT X KAIA IN IT, not edited

a/n: the first installment in my headlock au! very excited for this au, feel free to leave feedback, hope you guys enjoy this one!

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“so who exactly do you want on this cake?” kaia asks out loud to josie, while pushing her camera a little further back on her kitchen counter, prepping to record a youtube video for her channel. 

“dude, the whole fucking point is that we freak out over who the other person chose.” josie says matter-of-factly, walking towards a section of kaia’s kitchen cabinets. 

kaia just stares blankly at her friend for a moment, then pans her eyes towards the camera that had been recording for a few seconds. kaia blinks, then continues. 

“do you even have cake mix, i don’t see any in here.” josie questions while rummaging through kaia’s cabinets. moving the many boxes of pearled couscous, and unrefrigerated redbulls to make her hunt easier. 

“no… i figured we would go to like walmart or something and i would film it.” kaia responds sheepishly, turning her stool around to face josie who is on her knees essentially re-arranging kaia’s cabinet looking for a box of cake mix. 

josie groans while pushing her legs to a standing position, and closing the cabinet. “you sure you want to go to walmart with me when i look this good?” josie says sarcastically, leaning against the cabinet she had just rummaged through, gesturing to her outfit: a vintage new jersey devils sweatshirt that had many years of wear and tear, a pair of hollister sweatpants that were rolled at her waist, and a pair of white, raggedy socks. 

kaia full body laughs, dropping her phone in the process, eyes widening. “dude i’m literally wearing my little sisters spiderman shirt, we are in perfect walmart attire.” she says, gesturing to the oversized shirt hanging on her torso, whilst posing on her wooden stool for the camera.

the girls grabbed their purses, and were off to walmart. stopping for a full fit check in front of the full-body mirror by kaia’s front door of her apartment, before exiting and taking the elevator to the parking garage. kaia re-set her camera up in the car, while josie drives the duo to the closest walmart. 

“i’m going to pick the hottest people you’ve ever seen! i’m going to open up the tiktok edits i’ve saved and pick the most jaw-dropping people.” kaia says with excitement, while pulling out her phone and opening it up to the tiktok app.

the girls continue their journey, talking and laughing at each other the entire time. minutes later, the red mini cooper is parking in the walmart parking lot. 

kaia and josie step into walmart, the automatic doors sliding open with a groan, welcoming them into the fluorescent-lit chaos of the superstore. the air smells like a mix of fresh plastic and baked goods, and the aisles stretch endlessly in every direction.

josie grabs a cart, giving it a quick push to check for wobbles. “okay, so, cake mix. we need to stay focused, just cake mix,” she says, half-joking. but kaia’s already heading for the snack aisle, her camera in hand. josie snorts and pushes the cart toward the baking aisle, where they both take a moment to appreciate the wall of cake mixes in front of them—vanilla, chocolate, red velvet, funfetti, and, weirdly, carrot cake.

kaia sets her camera on the shelf with all the cake boxes, while the girls look at one to pick out for their cake. 

“okay,” josie says, pointing to a box of carrot cake with way too much enthusiasm. 

“i am not putting the fine men that i’ve chosen in a carrot cake, thats a fucking crime dude.” kaia says widening her eyes like josie had just committed a criminal act.

they both burst out laughing, drawing some curious glances from a couple of elderly shoppers who are quietly perusing canned vegetables. one woman gives them a bemused look as she pushes her cart past, and josie waves her hand theatrically, like they’re in on some inside joke.

the girls turn their attention back to the cake shelf. kaia grabs a box of chocolate cake mix of the shelf, pushing it up to show the camera. “this looks like the winner.” not even giving josie any input on the matter after her egregious carrot cake suggestion. 

josie is way down the aisle choosing a frosting color and flavor. she hollers for kaia, who hurries over without any second thought, almost tripping on her uggs in the process. camera in one hand, pushing the cart with the other. 

“ok brother what now?” kaia says in a british accent, jokingly towards josie. slightly chuckling before she could even finish her sentence. josie’s smile gets wider.

“so brother, i’ve been thinking how ‘bout we get chocolate, yeah? it’ll match the cake and make it all nifty and fit.” josie replies to her smiling friend, also in an english accent, a wide smile on her own face while waving her pointer finger in the air.

the girls grab a container of chocolate frosting to go with their chocolate cake mix, throwing it into their squeaky grocery cart. pushing the cart to another aisle, picking up skewers to tape the faces of their selected bachelors to, making sure to hit up every aisle of the store. the girls dilly-dally down other aisles, forgetting they wanted this to be a quick trip. by this point, the brunette duo is doing everything but head toward the checkout: laughing at random kids toys and adult shirts with stupid slogans, playing with the stress balls in the toy section, look at the coloring books in the craft section, almost end up riding bikes around the back corner of the store. 

“wait! oh my gosh!” kaia exclaims suddenly, causing josie to come running from down the aisle to see what her friend was excited about.

“look!” kaia says, shoving the large ladybug stuffed animal towards her best friend’s face with intense excitement and a huge smile on her face. she felt like a kid in a candy store with that stuffed animal in her hand. kaia loved ladybugs, and it was something that she always made an effort to let people know. 

josie just rolled her eyes as kaia threw it into the cart and kept pushing onwards. the girls ended up at the walmart checkout shortly after, purchasing more than just the intended items: a box of cake mix, and a tub of frosting. 

the girls entered kaia’s apartment, slipping off their shoes. kaia’s camera in her hand while josie carries all the walmart bags. 

“i feel like a true man.” josie says jokingly while flexing her arms with all the bags dangling off of them. kaia just snorts in return, her head falling forwards a little at her friends joke, while she re-sets up her camera. 

the girls make the cake, almost flawlessly, from the instructions on the box. they apply the frosting with some effort and faults, some of the cake on the edges crumbling under the pressure they are using to apply the frosting. the girls chuckle at their mistakes and keep frosting the cake, trying not to ruin the entire thing before they can even get to the point of the video. 

finally, the girls print faces of celebrity crushes, hockey players, random tiktok influencers, music artists, and even cartoon characters, and tape cut-outs of their faces to wooden skewers. 

“okay!” kaia says loudly, sitting next to josie in her kitchen after the whole fiasco of them making the cake had subsided and they were finally ready to create their version of the “hear me out” cake. 

“first, dylan o’brien.” kaia says while showing josie and the camera, with a huge smile on her face. she was proud of her love for dylan o’brien. she was a fan of teen wolf and the maze runner, so its no secret she absolutely loved dylan o’brien. she had a mug with his face on it, with the words, ‘i love my boyfriend’. 

josie huffs a sigh while jokingly rolling her eyes at her best friend. kaia just slides the skewer into the cake and turns her attention to josie. 

“ok, you guys are going to think i’m weird for this,” josie says towards the camera, “but its nightwing from the nightwing comics.” josie says with a smirk on her face.

“shut up! i also have him!” kaia says excitedly showing the skewer with nightwing to her best friend. the duo erupts in laughter, shocked that they picked the same cartoon superhero. 

more skewers get drawn as the girls share questioning looks with the camera at times while one girl has a smile on her face, and the other is slightly judging. 

the cake has people such as: timothee chalamet, role model, emma chamberlain, sadie sink, andrew garfield, jack hughes (presented by josie), vinnie hacker, clairo, kit connor, matt sturniolo, dominic fike, nico hischier, drew starkey, and more. 

“ok next we have this absolute unit, honestly i would say the top contender for the most edits ive ever favorited on a singular topic, matt rempe of the new york rangers.” kaia says with a wide smile on her face, flaunting the picture to her best friend. josie just rolls her eyes, knowing full well about the girls obsession. 

“dude you know his sister could see this right?” josie says trying to make kaia a little nervous about her like for the 6’9” hockey player. kaia just stiffens at the mention of getting caught for her crush.

“surely not!” kaia says swiftly with a small smile, looking downwards a little in embarrassment, before putting the skewer into the cake, with a little bit of worry in her chest. 

the girls share more skewers, laughs, and blank stares to the camera before eventually ending the video with more than a few questionable choices on their ‘hear me out’ cake.

days passed as kaia cut down the clips and edited the video to make it about 20 minutes long. she chose a thumbnail for the video, picking a photo with her posing with a photo of the artist ‘role model’ on a skewer smiling at josie, while josie just looks at her with a slight look of disgust. 

she hit the ‘publish’ button on youtube, finally posting the video for all her fans to see and enjoy. titling the video of her and her friend, ‘hear me out’. she posted on her instagram story promoting the video, and didn’t think much of it after that, after all, she posts videos every week.

later that night, kaia was watching ‘how to lose a guy in 10 days’ when she feels her phone ring next to her on her maroon couch. she groans, knowing it was going to be something stupid, and picks up after letting it ring a few times, not bothering to check the person who was calling. 

“what’s up?” kaia asks the person on the other end, grabbing the remote to pause her movie.

“did you post a video talking about how hot matt rempe is?” josie’s younger brother, carter, asks over the phone. he was shocked that his older sister’s best friend, of sound body and mind, would post about how hot she found matt rempe. the guy who beats up his hockey team, the new jersey devils. 

kaia just laughs at him, “didn’t know you watched my videos carter! i’m utterly flattered.” she says in a joking way, knowing that the phone call wasn’t serious. 

“i dont watch your videos you fucking dork. i saw it on my tiktok and got confused is all, can’t believe you are that in love with my sworn enemy.” carter says in response to the young girl’s joke.

kaia pauses, “wait you saw a clip of my video? how many views does the tiktok have?” kaia asks with a bit of bewilderment, as her videos were not the kind of content that carter would typically get on his for you page. 

“it has a lot of views dude, it’s got three-hundred thousand likes already.” carter says with a sigh, knowing he was just inflating the girls ego. he glances at some of the comments, they ranged from talking about how cute the girls in the video were, to agreeing with kaia on her crush on matt rempe. 

“oh my god, i gotta go carter, thanks for the info!” kaia says suddenly, hanging up the phone before the young boy could respond. 

kaia didn’t care about her movie anymore as she leaned over and grabbed her laptop from the other end of the couch, swiftly opening it to her youtube channel. she had gained thirty-thousand subscribers, and the video had nine-hundred thousand views. it had only been a few hours, she couldn’t imagine how big the impact of the video would be in a few days. she felt a knot tighten in her chest, her head clouding with thoughts of what any consequences of this video could be. other than one of the people in the video seeing it. kaia just hoped she didn’t end up sharing her crush for a certain hockey player to his older sister. 

kaiawithers

liked by josierendau, alley rempe, and 20.9k others

kaiawithers vid went viral ☹️

josierendau whos this cutie on the bike

kaiawithers ew don’t look at her

user dude ur vid was fucking hilarious

user i get u girl nightwing is so hot

user ur so pretty

alleyrempe i hate to say this, but i saw the video 

kaiawithers i’m killing myself, pls do not share this info w/ u know who

user i love you

user why do u even like hockey players u cant even see their faces when they play

kaiawithers erm they have personality !

user ur cake is so real

user slayyyy

user idk how to write comments guys help

rolemodel glad im appreciated around here

kaiawithers anytime mr pilsbury (i love you)

the days molded together as she dm’ed alley rempe more and more over instagram. it started with pure embarrassment from kaia, but eventually the girls became good friends in just a few short messages. kaia had gained a new following from a few clips of her thirsting over matt rempe went viral on tiktok and tumblr. 

she wasn’t expecting people to think it was revolutionary to find a 6’9” hockey player attractive, but apparently it was out of the ordinary to see somebody in kaia’s position, a content creator, post about how she attractive she found a man who was somewhat attainable for her. 

kaia had been exchanging messages with alley rempe for days, talking about every subject under the sun, somewhat avoiding the big one, matt rempe. they grew to be good friends shortly, and eventually kaia invited her out to lunch. kaia had also invited josie, as she was immensely nervous. kaia had been thrusting over this girl’s brother just days prior, and was now going to get lunch with her. the young brunette was full on anxiety and embarrassment over this situation, just praying that alley hadn’t shared any information regarding her crush to the man himself. 

kaia hadn’t even thought about that matt could see it on his own, which is why she squealed with excitement but also embarrassment when she received a notification on instagram,

‘mattrempe has followed you.’

[changingplumbob]

The baby shower was winding down and Glenn felt like it had been moderately successful. Everyone had been kind to Silver who hadn't needed to tap out at any point. For the most part the talk was good. For the most part.

Jackson: Oh Elise, you are looking gorgeous today

Elise: I know, I look this good everyday

Howard: Help me with the dishes boys

Jackson: Her eyes are so beautiful, like pools of lavender

Coleman: This whole place is beautiful. Like all the green is singing

Koko: The green is... singing?

Coleman: And the flower pot, it's so cute

Silver: Are the two of you... okay

Jackson: Never better Silver my friend. Oh you look so handsome in that jacket

Coleman: It shows off your muscles

Jackson: You're so right

Glenn: Can you not hit on my partner in my house?

At that point Ophelia burst out laughing and the spellcasters that hadn't yet headed home stared at her in confusion.

Jackson: You're pretty when you laugh

Glenn: Did you see something Ophelia?

Ophelia: *through giggling* I can't say

Coleman: I'm pretty when I laugh

Koko: Ophelia?

Ophelia: Maybe if I don't say what happens but why? They accidentally increased the amount of pleasure in Henri's fudge... then ate the whole plate themselves

Elise: *laughing* They used Henri's ingredients to get a magical high? Oh he is going to be so mad

Jackson: Henri is pretty when he's mad

Koko: We should get them home before they embarrass themselves any more

Coleman: Are you going to tuck us in to bed Koko? I'll go if you're there

With a mixture of sighing and giggling Ophelia, Koko and Elise pulled the twins up and set about figuring out the best way home. When everyone had gone Glenn felt himself hit by a wave of fatigue and was desperate for a nap. Unwilling to drag himself up the stairs he settled himself on the couch while Silver took care of the last of the dishes. When the werewolf was finished he went over and snuggled up by the sleepy spellcaster.

Silver: Did you notice how I survived that latest trial

Glenn:*smiling* I did. Did you have a good time

Silver: I don't think I'd call it good

Glenn: *sadly* Oh, I'm sorry

Silver: Oh you did nothing wrong. I think it'll just take more time to shake the feeling of unease when I'm around so many people

Glenn: You were doing so good. You haven't needed to leave for a trip since we moved here

Silver: I was talking to Ophelia for a bit and she told me, healing happens in stages

Glenn: How is it she simultaneously the most clueless person and the smartest person in the room

Silver: I don't know but I think I love it

Glenn: Me to. Do you think we could ask her to be godmother

Silver: I mean... would we even trust her to look after Oakley

Glenn: She was talking about Oakley during the party so I would

Silver: If you want her to be godmother then I have no issue with it

Glenn: You seemed a little calmer after Phoebus talked to you.What happened?

Silver: Oh. Well you know how Drusilla does blood magic? When they were checking stuff on your bun in the oven they were able to trace the bloodlines back and they saw what my mom looked like. I guess they made me a sketch of her from what she saw

Glenn: Really?

Silver: I know, seems out of character for them but it's nice. I've only seen her in my head for decades and now I have a picture I can look at whenever I want

Glenn: Can I see her

Silver: Sure. But the box is upstairs

Glenn: Don't move then. I'm very comfy with you right here

Silver: I won't Babycakes. You have a nap and I'll get it for you after alright

So Glenn napped and this time there were no bad dreams. Just him, Silver and their child hiking through various forests and meadows. When he woke up and Silver left to get the picture Glenn ran his hands over his stomach. Whoever was in there was definitely growing.

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[sanscee]

cece says 600 and something words of old dk angst edited justtt a little bit. 10 likes and ill flesh this out fully (no promises tho)

it’s 11:34 pm when you open your door to see seokmin drenched from head to toe.

the thunderstorm rages on behind him as he stands on your porch, dripping puddles into the brittle fuzz of your welcome mat. hair matted against his forehead, it’s only the sound of his shuddered breaths lingering in the air between you two, but you can’t help but stare in surprise. his heart winces.

bomber jacket slick with rainwater, he doesn’t dare speak lest you slam the door in his face. you look good—better than the state he’d left you in two years ago. his heart races at the sight of you just within reach, but he doesn’t move. it’s not his place to, anyway.

“you look good,” he blurts out, the white hot heat of embarrassment rising against his skin. “i mean—you look well. better. it suits you.”

your smile is still warm after all this time. your thanks is quiet, reserved, but you still don’t invite him in. it’s probably best, he figures, but it still hurts.

“i’m sorry.” he blinks back against the feeling of water in his eyes—rain or tears, he doesn’t know—and lets out a breath. “i was stupid. i didn’t mean to leave things as they were. you still mean so much to me, and—” he takes a sharp breath, “i know this is stupid and spontaneous but—”

“is the door still open? what are you doing out there? close the door, you’ll let in a draft.”

the rest of his rambling dies on his lips immediately. he freezes. and a cold gust of air settles upon his shoulders like a heavy weight. cruel and unforgiving.

a hand moves to push the door wider and reveals mingyu behind you, a hand drifting to rest at your side protectively. he watches as you lean into the touch almost naturally, and suddenly, the cold bites at his skin harsher than before.

“hey,” the taller greets, but concern flits over his features once he takes in his state. “you didn’t bring an umbrella? it’s supposed to storm all night.”

“i was just passing through,” he fibs, and looks down to avoid your gaze. he should have known. “catching up with old… friends. and all that.”

“you okay?” seokmin’s chest constricts at the soft tone mingyu uses with you, and squeezes his eyes shut when your response is equally as soft.

“i’m going to go check on the food.” he looks back up just as mingyu squeezes your shoulder gently, and you nod with a smile. mingyu offers a grin when he looks back at him, “take care, man.”

he only waves, his smile strained. he doesn’t trust himself to speak.

silence ensues. lightning flickers behind him like a warning, to leave while still has some of his heart intact, but he holds the broken pieces like glass shards in bleeding hands. even worse, you look apologetic.

leave. leave while you still can. but he can’t, and your fingers curl around the doorway, and he can smell the sweet aroma of something cooking behind you, and the rain patters in uncoordinated patterns against your roofing, and something shatters in him emotionally.

“you seem happy,” is all he can muster, hands shoved into damp pockets. you nod slowly, socked foot toeing into the polish wood inside. a stark contrast against the cold water running in rivulets down his jaw.

“if you’re happy… then i’m happy.”

your smile isn’t for him and it hurts, but he collects the remaining shards of his heart and takes his full one last time.

“thank you. take care, seokmin,”

he nods, unable to string anymore sentences in fear of blurting out the real reason he came to see you. the box digs into the palm of his hand, almost mocking as a similar one fits snugly on your finger already.

[pierswife]

You see, the real April Fool's joke was Vash's placement on my F/O list.

This right here? A farce.

Now this? This is the truth.

[rileyclaw]

turn on the lights, this cannot last forever

watching and dreaming promo

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Remember: The burning sensation is part of the process.

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[hauntingsunshine14]

summer olympics 2028 in a universe with no exy we have:

star gymnast neil josten

heavyweight champion andrew minyard

tennis pro kevin day

rugby goddess allison reynolds

d pole laxer matt boyd

marathon swimmer renee walker

volleyball libero aaron minyard

hockey forward dan wilds

synchronized diver nicky hemmick

[3amsnek]

more aro week dragon! he’s very enthusiastic about his job <3 (flags: aromantic, demiromantic, cupioromantic, aroace, greyromantic)

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