#can of whiteclaw in one

[aliwonderland]

we're rewatching videos from the concert and it's so wild because a) we have miscounted the amount of songs he performed (we now have a count of 19 if we're not missing any), and b) the crowd sang every word of every song with him, the poor backing singers never stood a chance

[rookflower]

ok yeah I finished the graphic novel and while I agree there's some pacing issues in here (starting around once they go to fight brokenstar) honestly they did such a fantastic job with what they had. I think basically all of my issues are with the original series or the inevitable pains of adaptation/presumed series mandates and limited page count

[tojisun]

hey what if golf dilf price met you at the club itself.

you're there as a bev cart girl and his friends were all like, "ah yes, the drinks here aren't really that good but there's that one sweet darling that makes them all so special which is why we keep buying them."

and john isn't like that. yeah he's old and divorced, and he's loaded as hell because he's got conglomerates and empires, but he's never been interested with women like that, especially those decades younger than him.

but then you came with your little cart and then john saw you in your pink and white cart uniform, and he realized he's just as bad as his friends.

so sure, whatever, give them six whiteclaws but—can you stay just a tad longer, sweetheart? can you give us a twirl? want to learn how to play?

[rafesangelita]

Am I the only one concerned because rafe spend the whole season drinking?

i’ve been wanting to talk about this!! rafe was drinking in nearly every scene he was in.. besides the multiple scenes where he’s clearly tipsy and slurring his words, there’s little details that point towards rafe being an alcoholic this season. he was drinking a lot last season too but not as much as this one. drinking FROM THE BOTTLE at topper’s party where he yelled at that girl, finishing a beer and going to the bar right after saying ‘give me.. whatever’, when he asked hollis if he could have another drink when they had their first meeting and pouring himself like two more drinks instead, all the whiteclaw cans strewn around on rafe’s side when he was talking to sofia at his condo, being drunk and still tossing drinks back when he was talking about sofia behind her back, having a beer in his hand THE WHOLE TIME while him and sofia were at the beach, STILL drinking when he signed the wire transfer papers with hollis during their second meeting, it’s a lot..

[lovelytsunoda]

i can't get no satisfaction // mick schumacher

summary: camping out in the library after hours, and too stressed to retain information, the student librarian has an idea about how take all of that stress away. and it doesn’t involve reference books.

pairing: college librarian!mick x student reader

warnings: sex in a library, semi-public sex, this is so fucking filthy, mick is a sweetheart but he has a dirty fucking mouth. mentions of masturbation and sex toys. why does this man bring out the feral in me? the terms ‘librarian’ and ‘sir’ used in a sexual context (but in a playful way…for the most part)

authors note: now tell me why I can add a song here but tumblr won’t let me add ‘shallow’ as a song link to my angsty top gun fic and I had to publish it without?

there was a reason she always picked that table. a reason she’d started coming to the library in tight tops and cutoff shorts.

it gave her the prime viewing across the old library, beyond the green tiffany lamps, at the perfectly coiffed head of of blonde hair that rested behind the check in desk.

mick fucking schumacher. he was the reason most girls came to the library, if she was to be honest.

however, there was no time for that today, astronomy textbooks strewn across her table as she poured over star charts. she didn’t realize how late it had gotten, her test review notes only half filled out and an exam creeping up on her.

her ballpoint pen trailed across the computer paper as she recorded the names of the main theories behind how the moon formed, mumbling to herself in an attempt to remember the facts better. she had one Bluetooth earbud in, playing jazz music softly to prevent her mind from wandering.

it was all hands on deck if she wanted a chance in hell of passing her elective course.

two hands clapped down on her shoulders. she started, yelping as her pen trailed a thick black line across her page before clattering to the floor. heart racing, she yanked her headphone out, head whirling to see who had interrupted her.

“oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.”

mick. he stood behind her, clad in tight black slacks and and untucked dress shirt, the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just before his elbows.

and, oh god, were her nipples perking up underneath her halter top?

“no, no, I should have paid more attention.” her voice was shaking, cracking slightly. “did you need something?”

“we closed like, fifteen minutes ago.” mick said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to disturb you, but I’m not getting paid overtime and I kind of wanted to go home.”

she sighed, massaging her forehead wrinkles with her fingertips. “yeah, okay. sorry, I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

her stomach sank to the floor. she felt guilty for keeping him, and a sense of crushing dread when she realized how little information she really retained.

and under the student librarians gaze, his stunning ocean eyes boring holes into her skull?

she’d be damned to admit it out loud, but she felt horny as hell. she was so stressed with exams, and so wired from trying to study that masturbation was the only way she could get herself to go to sleep: tire out the body, and the mind will follow.

but her fingers didn’t cut it any more, nor did the tiny vibrator her roommate made her buy on a whiteclaw-fuelled trip to the local spencer’s.

“okay, just give me a second and I can help you put all of these away. I feel bad for keeping you now.”

mick helped her gather her things and tidy the table, offering her a metal shelving cart to load full of all the textbooks she didn’t need. they moved in an awkward silence as the blond reshelved the books and she pushed the cart.

“so, astronomy?” mick clicked his tongue, shelving a book on star charts.

“yeah, it’s a shitty fucking elective, that’s what it is. it’s causing me more stress than my actual subject major.” she snorted, sliding a few other books into the shelf. “I’m pre-law, but I’m not even sure if law school is what I want any more. right now, I just want to shut down, if I’m being honest.”

she stepped back from the shelf, moving to go around the cart when mick spoke up.

“so is that why you barely looked in my direction today?”

she stopped cold, her foot thudding against the side of the heavy metal cart. she bit back a curse, stumbling as mick caught her, pressing her body up against the shelving cart.

“I know you have a crush on me. I think it’s cute. you’re cute.” his voice was husky, and there was barely any space between them. her heart was beating faster, heat rising in her cheeks. “there’s a reason I always work at that desk too. seeing you makes my day.”

he was so close to her that she could have kissed him if he wanted to. all she would have had to do was press up on her toes to match his height, and gently touch her lips to his.

“don’t hide from me, pretty girl.” mick whispered. “I know how pent up you are, I can see it in the way your body responded as I ran my hands over your back. I want to help you. let me help.”

she swallowed, thoughts racing as she gripped his arms, looking up into his cobalt eyes.

she needed this.

needed him.

“yes.”

when mick kissed her, it felt like all the air was leaving her lungs. he was intoxicating, the heady scent of his cologne overwhelming her senses. she moaned into the kiss, aching and longing for human contact.

“my sweet girl.” he mumbled, trialing kisses up her jaw and over behind her ear, hands coming up to knead her sensitive breasts as she leaned back against the shelving cart. “when was the last time someone treated you right?”

“s-six months.” she stuttered, panting heavily.

it was pathetic, mick had barely even done anything and she was seconds away from whining for him.

he clicked his tongue, gripping her waist and pushing her back further against the cart. a few reference books fell to the floor, but neither student noticed. his breath was warm against her ear, the tip of his nose brushing her cartilage and making her shiver.

“that’s just won’t do. whenever you came in here, I bet you were thinking about sitting under my desk and using your cute little mouth the keep my cock warm.”

noticing how her body tensed up, the boy changed his tune. “or maybe you’re not into that. maybe you just wanted me to whisk you away to the rare book room and press you up against the bookshelf, have my way with you. our dirty little secret”

ah, yes. that was the reaction he was looking for, her thighs clenching at the thought as he slotted his knee on between her legs.

“that’s my girl.” mick cooed as she grinded against his thigh. “you just need my cock to fill you up, don’t you? those fingers of yours just aren’t the same, are they?”

she opened her mouth to respond, forehead resting against his, when she leaned back too far, the cart tumbling out from behind her.

mick caught her by the waist, smoothly spinning around and returning her to her feet, ignoring the toppled cart. nose to nose, the absurdity of the situation dawned on her.

and she laughed.

and he laughed with her.

that was what she needed from a man. someone who could laugh with her, even during their most intimate of moments, someone who let all the best parts of his non-bedroom personality shine through while also knowing exactly what she needed him to say to get her off.

a gentleman.

and that’s what mick schumacher was.

he carried her bridal style back to the long mahogany table, placing her down gently and sweetly before giving her a sweet kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips.

“so, pretty girl, the ball is in your court now.” mick began, taking her warm hands in his cold ones. “whatever you need me to do, I’ll do.”

“I mean, I’ve heard the rare book room is super sexy. the smell of old books is like an aphrodisiac for me.” she said in a sing-song voice, thinking about his teasing from earlier. “then again, so are the vaulted ceilings in here.”

“I bet I could make you come so hard for me that you can see those stars on the ceiling fresco with your eyes closed.”

“wanna bet, pretty boy?” she was confident in her decision, but there was still nervousness behind her eyes.

she’d felt the way his dick pressed up against the seams of the zipper on his slacks. taking it was going to hurt.

he kissed her nose softly, fingers reassuringly rubbing circles on her skin. “I’ve got you, princess. you just need to relax and let me fuck all of that stress out of your pretty little head.”

she kissed him again, one hand on either side of his neck as she tried to press her body up against his, body flushed with need.

he gently turned her around, guiding her body so that she was bent over the table, the wood cool against her body.

mick playfully smacked her ass over her denim shorts.“such a pretty girl for your librarian, aren’t you?”

instead of the expected response, mick was delighted to get a laugh out of her. her giggles made him high, heat rising on his skin.

“was that supposed to be sexy?” she giggled, one hand reaching behind her to cradle his, thumb passing over his knuckles.

“maybe.” mick chirped. “baby, you’ve gotta let me have my other hand so I can get your shorts off.” she let go of his hand, allowing his smooth fingers to undo the button and gently draw the denim down her legs. “and for the record, I think that librarian is a damn sexy title.”

“but it’s not really a title.” she laughed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body, massaging the flesh of her ass before tugging her cotton panties to the side.

he smacked her ass again, cock perking up at the tiny moan she let out. “it can be whatever I damn well want it to be, princess.” his voice was playful, and it made her wet to no end.

she needed this adorable idiot to fuck her.

now.

there was little warning as he slipped two fingers into her, the cold of the rings on his fingers making her squeal as he started to flex his digits.

his fingers were so fucking long. they felt so much better than her own fingers did, that was for sure.

“that’s my pretty girl, taking my fingers like a goddamn champion. you’re fucking dripping, princess.” mick cooed, moaning at the sight of her arousal running down his wrist, the sound his fingers made as he scissored them inside of her. “atta girl, so good for your librarian, aren’t you?”

“yes.” she panted, bucking her hips against his fingers with a cry, reaching back to grab his free hand with the hand that wasn’t holding her steady on the desk. “oh, fuck, sir.”

god, she needed this. and for a nerdy guy, he sure fucking knew how to use his fingers.

she felt his hand come down on her ass again. “what did you call me?” his voice was light, with the hint of a smile behind it. “I want you to say it again, princess.”

“mhm, yes sir, please, I need more.” she exaggerated the moan, a playful smile on her face as she played right into micks hands.

she liked this banter they had going, this carefree way of looking at something most people took so seriously. no, this was an experience that felt uniquely her whereas other guys she had been with just did what they always did, not caring about what she needed to get off.

but with mick, yes, that dominant demeanour was still there, but in a gentle ‘let me take care of you’ way.

and that was sexy as fuck.

she whined as mick withdrew his fingers, tapping her side with two of his fingers. “turn around, pretty girl. I don’t like not being able to see your stunning face.”

while her thighs tingled, her chest bloomed with affection and love at the thought that mick thought she was pretty.

and it was true. the library was dim, the warm lighting from the tiffany lamps framing the flyaways from her hair and the pink in her cheeks. the cupids bow of her lips, and that gorgeous fucking smile.

he was so down bad for her, it made his cock ache.

she perched on the edge of the desk, wincing and attempting to hide her embarassment at the wet patch she was leaving on the old table, the unshaven landscape of her thighs (and between her legs).

goosebumps rose on her arms as she watched mick lick her juices off her fingers, moaning at the taste like it was his favourite thing in the world. sensing the goosebumps, he ran his hands up her arms to warm her up.

“you decide how far we go tonight, love. how many orgasms do you want?”

oh fuck.

mick laughed sweetly, seeing the overwhelmed look on her face. he kissed her forehead tenderly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “how about we start with one and see you feel from there.”

“yeah. I’d like that.” she answered shyly, feeling the cold creep in.

the old library was drafty, yet kept to a very specific temperature. she expected to be overheating from how hot this encounter was, but alas, the air conditioning system just had to go and ruin it

“here.” mick said softly, undoing his shirt to expose the silver chain that rested below his sternum, a pendant with an orthodox saint carved into it.

he undid the shirt slowly, allowing her ample time to rake her prying eyes over every perfectly sculpted part of his body, right down to the tent in his pants.

sliding the shirt fully off, he used both hands to drape the soft fabric over her body. she swooned at the motion, letting him flip the collar up against her neck.

“don’t want you catching a cold now, do we, sweet girl?” he said sheepishly, his face flushed pink and a sheen of sweat on his abs as he cupped her face, leaning in to kiss her softly.

“mick.” she whined. “I need you now. I’m aching for my librarian to make me feel good.”

“I’ve got you, princess. I’ve got you.” he hummed, undoing the button on his slacks. he pushed down his boxers, erect cock springing to life.

“holy fuck.” she hummed.

his dick was impressive. all seven thick inches of it, resting against her thigh when she opened her legs and pulled him closer. she wasn’t even sure if it was possible for a dick to be pretty, but if it was, micks cock was the very definition of the word.

“so wet for me. I’ll slide right on home.” mick said, gripping his cock in one hand and running it all along her slicked up opening. now she knew her goosebumps weren’t from the cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come next.

“please, I need your cock.” she whined.

“whatever my girl wants, she gets. you just relax and let your librarian fuck all those little worries away.”

he slid in slowly, letting her adjust to take him inch by inch. the stretch burned slightly, and she found herself opening her legs wider with every inch. she had a white-knuckled grip on the table, her breaths coming out in a mixture of strangled moans and pants.

when he finally slid fully in, his heavy balls resting against her ass, she opened her eyes and changed a look down at where they connected, a moan leaving her mouth.

“that’s just what you needed, isn’t it love? a fat cock to fill you up and make you feel good.”

it was a question he didn’t expect an answer from as he started to thrust in and out of her, hands gripping her thighs to pull her in.

“oh, god!” she whined throwing her head back, breasts bouncing under her top as mick slammed into her. “feels so good, mick.”

“that’s my girl.” his voice was low and husky, but also soothing. his hands on her body was a grounding presence.

her fingernails scraped down his chest, leaving pink marks in their wake as she moaned, babbling incoherently about how good mick was making her feel.

it was heavenly. he overwhelmed every one of her senses. it was an out of body experience, if she was being honest. something out of her wildest dreams.

mick kissed her again, groaning into her mouth as he pistoned his cock in and out of her. she was practically dripping everywhere, but had no time or energy to worry about the mess she was making.

all she could think about was how good she felt with mick inside of her.

“just breathe, darling. you’re doing so fucking good for me.”

he shifted her position on the desk, maneuvering one of her legs over his shoulder. she yelped in pleasure, nails sinking into his shoulders as she screamed a curse.

“fuck, that feels so good!”

the new angle was dizzying, his length brushing up against her spongy walls with every thrust. her eyes rolled back and her vision went blurry from pleasure as she meweled under his touch.

“that’s it, pretty girl. come for me. come for your librarian.”

“oh, fuck, mick, I-“ her words tapered off into a hearty moan, micks shirt lying in a puddle behind her as she wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her head in his chest as she came with a cry of his name, tears leaking from her eyes. “mick.”

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” mick cooed, kissing her forehead as he slowed his thrusts, gently working her through her orgasm. “there we go, you’re safe here. just breathe with me, can you do that, princess?”

she nodded, out of breath as mick gently eased her achy leg off his shoulder and back down to the table. he slid out of her, and the empty feeling made her whine. he gently shushed her, covering her face in kisses.

“mick, you never finished.” she pouted

“don’t worry about it, princess. this was about you. all that mattered to me was that you got your earth shattering orgasm.”

she rolled her eyes, reaching for his still-hard cock. “let me do something nice for you, dumbass.”

and who was mick to complain when she was doing such a good fucking job stroking his cock? her hands were smooth and soft, and the angelic way that she looked up at him, that sweet smile on her swollen lips while her hands worked him to the edge?

within minutes he was bellowing, spurting thick measures of come over her hands and down her arm, his entire body shaking.

“Jesus Christ.” he muttered. “you’re good at that.”

“when you hate giving blowjobs, you learn how to give a damn good handjob.” she smiled softly, unsure what to do with her sticky hands.

mick scooped her up gently, carrying her away from the desk and down the long hall to the staff bathroom. “come on, love. let’s get you cleaned up.”

after they were somewhat presentable (because, after all, there’s little you can do about the flushed skin and sex hair when you’re still in a public library), they gathered the last of their belongings and started to shut the library down for the day.

“what about the shelving cart?” she asked shyly, gesturing to the cart they had knocked over.

mick laughed. “I don’t work tomorrow, so it’s someone else’s problem.”

she watched with a soft smile as mick turned all the lights in the old building off, before he linked his arm with hers and they began the walk out of the parking lot.

“I hate to sound presumptuous,” mick began “but you’ve been here all day and I haven’t seen you leave to get food or anything. you must be starving. there’s an all night diner about two blocks from here, and I’d like to treat you to dinner.”

she smiled, kissing his cheek. “I’d love that, mick. thank you.”

and they both knew that this was going to be the start of something wonderful.

as soon as exams were over, of course.

the rest of the student body’s female population was not going to be happy when they showed up at the library and found that y/n y/l/n had finally captured their librarian’s heart.

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[lolxdswag123]

Who’s the bad influence?

Rafe Cameron x reader

Authors note: I’m going to make this into a series, so this will just be part 1. Let me know what you think should happen next.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of coke, Rafe being normal Rafe (deserves a warning)

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I usually don’t bother with going to kook parties. Everyone is rude and stuck up and on coke.

My parents don’t believe me when I tell them this. They think the kook children would never act in such undignified ways. “Only the pogues could ever display such remarkable stupidity.” They would say.

It was a particularly short conversation that had taken place earlier that evening.

“I’m going to JJ’s.”

“Your pogue friend?”

“Yes.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“You’ll go with your brother to the Cameron’s or you’ll say home.”

End of story. No further discussion.

So that’s how I ended up at my brother’s best friend’s house, standing in the corner with the sister, and watching the idiots do lines.

Sarah Cameron had recently become a good friend of mine. We had basically grown up with her family, and she actually used to date my brother, but then started hanging around my friends and fell for John B. I didn’t hold it against her, my brother could be a real idiot.

Her brother however was a different story. Rafe and I were the best of friends when we were little. When I became friends with the pogues, we went our separate ways. We still hangout when I’m over at their house, but it’s not like it used to be. He’s gotten more intense, lately. I know he hates the pogues, and he’s even beaten up my friend a few times.

Every time I ask him about it, he makes up some story about how they deserved it. I hated that. But one thing that I noticed was that he never showed that side in front of me. We could be around anyone, even someone that he hates the most, and he’d still act civil.

But, as soon as I turn my back, he loses it.

This is what occupies my mind as I stare at the brainless activities of my brother and Kelce, noticing Rafe standing to the side, drinking a beer. Usually he is involved with their ridiculousness, but not tonight. I wonder why.

“Hey,” Sarah pulls me out of my thoughts, “I’m gonna go to the chateau soon. You coming?”

I smile, happy to have an excuse to leave. “Absolutely.”

She smiles, “Good. I’m just gonna go change then we’ll go?” She asks, glancing at her phone.

I nod, turning my focus back to the unfortunate scene in front of me as soon as she walks away.

I take a sip of my drink. I rarely drink, but it’s hard not to when I come to things like this. There’s no way for me to enjoy myself, but the Whiteclaws take the edge off.

I stare blankly at the boys who were now setting up a beer pong table, when I feel a new presence next to me.

“Don’t tell me you and my sister are already scheming to leave.” Rafe says, looking down at me and taking another sip of his beer.

I shrug, not paying much attention, “Sorry.”

He turns to face me, trying to catch my eyes, “What, are you not having fun?”

I turn to face him and shrug again, “Can’t say I am.”

He looks down at me briefly, quirking his eyebrow and scanning the room before leaning down near my ear, “You’re not going to hang out with the pogues…” he pauses for a second and it almost sounds more like a statement than a question before he adds, “right?”

I nod, not making eye contact. I know how he feels about them.

He lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head and looking annoyed.

“You know…” he says, looking intently at me, “You know they really are a bad influence on you. You know that?” He pokes my arm with his pointer finger before taking another swig of his beer.

I scoff, looking back up at him, “You’re one to talk.”

He shakes his head, and just as I’m about to go for another drink of my Whiteclaw he grabs my wrist. I look over to see if anyone is watching. Of course they were too drunk to notice.

“Hey.” He says, “Now…” he can’t make eye contact, and I can see his brain working as he tries to get the right words out, “Now don’t go saying I’m a bad influence… okay? I don’t do any of that stuff around you.” He holds my wrist tighter and aggressively sets his beer on the counter, “Okay? I don’t do any of that stuff around you anymore. So I’m not a bad influence.”

I look at him skeptically, trying to figure out why he’s obviously trying to convince himself of this more than he’s trying to convince me.

I reach out to touch his hand softly, trying to help him calm down a little bit. I wonder if this is the side of him that people talk about. The side that I never see.

“Hey…” I say softly as he looks down at my hand on his, “Okay, you’re not a bad influence to me. You’re right.” I reassure him, nodding, but taking another sip of my Whiteclaw.

He nods slowly, smirking pridefully. “Yeah… yeah I know. But you’re not ditching me for the pogues.”

I shrug, smiling guiltily and backing away, knowing that Sarah could be down at any second and I will be out of here, “You’ve never had a problem with it before.”

He tenses his jaw, picking up his beer again and taking a drink before looking me up and down slowly and saying, “Yeah well you never go over there looking like that.”

I roll my eyes, looking down at my outfit. I was wearing a tight black tank top and black jean shorts. I guess it might’ve been a little showier than normal, but then again, why should he care?

“So? Maybe I wanted to look good.” I said defensively, annoyed that he had the audacity to comment on my outfit at all.

He nods, taking another drink before pointing to me and saying, “Well, you got that right.”

I roll my eyes, taking another step back and downed the rest of my white claw, but sneak a quick glance back at him. I didn’t know if it was the drinks or the fact that he was just so close to me- but he looked good tonight.

I walked to the fridge to grab another drink before I leave. As I turn back around to see what’s taking Sarah so long, Rafe is on my heels causing me to aalmost spill my new Whiteclaw all over him.

“Gosh, Rafe! What are you doing?” I exclaim, earning the attention of my brother and Kelce.

“You good?” Topper asks from across the room, giving me a questioning look with a thumbs up.

Before I could respond, Rafe speaks up, “Yeah, she’s good, Top.”

Topper nods and turns back to his intense game of beer pong.

I throw my hands up, about to reprimand him when he grabs my free hand and quickly pulls me around the corner before I could process what was happening.

“What are you doing?” I ask, as soon as we get into the other room- Ward’s study. Nobody is even allowed in here. I remember getting yelled at several times as a kid for being in here with Rafe.

“Don’t go.” Rafe demands, rolling his neck back as if I was causing him physical pain.

“I’m going to go.” I say, chugging some of my Whiteclaw and hoping that helps me get through this conversation.

“Not when you’re drinking like that.” He says, shaking his head firmly.

I laugh, “I’ve only had, like, 3. And your sister is driving. What’s the big deal, Rafe?” I ask, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

He sets his drink down on Ward’s desk, and I can see the gears turning in his head as his fists clench. He starts pacing back and forth, breathing heavier.

I immediately put my Whiteclaw down next to his beer and move to stand in front of him, grabbing his arms.

“Hey, hey.” I say softly, trying to make eye contact, “is everything okay? You can talk to me, Rafe.”

He takes a deep breath, throwing his head back and releasing his hands before clenching them again.

“You just don’t need to be around people like them, okay? Not when you’re drinking, and not when you’re hardly wearing any clothes.” He laughs at this like something is funny.

“Rafe.” I say gently, reaching down to his clenched hands and still trying to make eye contact.

He finally looks down at me, rolling his shoulders like he needs to let out the tension. We only make eye contact for a moment, before he shakes my hands away and grabs his beer off of Ward’s desk and finishes it.

“Rafe.” I say again, more firmly this time. “What’s going on with you?” I ask, concerned.

He rolls his shoulders again, leaning against Ward’s desk and says quite harshly, “You know what, you do whatever you want, Y/N. See if I care.”

I move closer again, not giving up. I place one of my hands on his, trying to calm him down. “Want me to put on a sweater or something?” I ask gently. “Will that make you feel better?”

He finally looks down at me, his harsh gaze breaking ever so slightly. “It’d make me feel better if you didn’t hangout with such lowlifes.” He shrugs.

“Okay, so I’ll just go like this then.” I say, giving up, and reaching around him to grab my Whiteclaw before turning to leave the room.

Just as I’m about to open the door to find Sarah, I hear a groan from behind me followed by an annoyed, “Here.”

I turn back to him to see him taking off his own sweater to hand to me. My jaw drops for a moment, feeling a small warmth in my stomach, before I regain my composure and walk to him to grab the sweater.

I take it from him and put it on over my clothes. It’s warm and big and it smells good.

“Better?” I ask, tauntingly, as soon as I have the sweater on.

“Much,” he nods, the smallest smirk playing on his lips.

He looks me up and down, and reaches up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I can feel my cheeks on fire, so I take another sip of my Whiteclaw to try to cool down.

We stand there for a moment, and all I can think of is all of the good times we had as children in this house. It hadn’t been just the two of us for a while. It felt refreshing. I felt comfortable.

Before I could relish in the moment for too long, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I took it out to see that Sarah was calling me.

I held up my phone for Rafe to see before saying, “I’d better go.”

He nods, standing up from where he was leaning, “Yeah.”

We walk out of the office together, in closer proximity than when we’d entered, heading back into the kitchen where everyone else was. I immediately found Sarah.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She said, not acknowledging her brother, “apparently JJ’s drunk again and he’s been asking for you.” She grabs my hand, ready to leave.

I catch Rafe’s eye as soon as she starts pulling me away, and I can tell he’s not happy that I’m leaving. I give him a weak smile.

“Where’d you get this sweater?” Sarah asks as we’re about to leave the room.

My eyes are still on Rafe and the last thing I see before we leave the party is a big smirk on his face as he’s opening another beer.

(Part 2)

[itznarcotic]

I am the sole fool of my one person clown show, moving to whims of whichever day-by-day shitposting muse has forcibly barged into my life

can't believe i've just witnessed someone attributing padorus to gacha life. have you truly no knowledge, tumblrina? of the winter jingle to the padoru roman emperor nero's festive jangle? of the hop and skip as she glides across the school hall like a phantom of christmas nightmares unbidden in the span of a few seconds? of the tone shifting hashire sori yo transitioning to the kaze no you ni? of the joyous tsukimihara wo to the ever-enchanting padoru padoru?

[dwightschrute11]

favorite ocs/mcs in the hl fandom?

Thank you for this ask anon!! I have so many MCs I could fawn over in fifteen page essays, but here are the ones off the top of my head in no particular order. This is a long list so prepare yourself.

@ladyofsappho’s Nettie Mulloy, who is such a strong, well written character with a super intriguing backstory and story, which you can read in the creators *AMAZING* fic the Nettie Chronicles, one of my favorite fics. Not to mention her swoon worthy relationship with her girlfriend, Mia Boyensberry, who I also love dearly. She is a witty, sweet, and caring witch with a story just as epic as Nettie’s. And of course, there’s Carlotta Ellerbee, who may be Nettie and Mias enemy but has my heart in A CHOKEHOLD. She is fashionable, badass, gorgeous, and not only has stolen my heart but Calypsos as well 💕

@silvyadrakkons Lyssa Edwards , who is SO AWESOME! She may be short but she is badass, hilarious, gorgeous, caring, and one of calypsos best friends 🥹💕💕 she is an amazing MC and her pal Morgan the chicken is just as incredible. Not to mention Calypso will forever be fighting with Sebastian for Lyssas heart 😂💕

@ethniees Inger Eve Nilsdott, another absouletly *INCREDIBLE* MC who, despite the creators words, I have NOT. drawn. ENOUGH. Badass, hilarious, iconic, I am so happy to call her one of calypsos best friends. Not to mention her relationship with Garreth is SO cute, and I am so excited to read more writing about them!!

@masqueradereveler21s Gwendolen Hedera, a badass mc I admire so much: from her well developed story and personality to her beautiful design and love triangle which I am eating up, everything about her is amazing and I am excited to hear more things about her in the future. And an honorable mention to Hypatia Goodwin, who is super awesome and interesting, and her story is SO intriguing!

@wrongcogs Siobhan Moriarty, whom I am IN LOVE WITH!! An excitable, girlboss, stunning, fun and all together amazing MC whom I have many ideas for drawings with her. Not to mention her design is so cool, and her and calypsos dynamic is to die for 🥹💕

@sallowslove Jean Vestit, a super intriguing and GORGEOUS MC whom has a role in the creators upcoming fic, Where We’ll Go After Battle: which from Snippets I’ve read looks absolutely fucking amazing and I am so excited to obsess over it.

@morelikeravenbores Aurélie Collins, WHOM I WOULD DIE FOR. She’s badass, amazing, gorgeous, spell binding, and Calypso is her number one fan girl. She has an amazing fic called How To Make A Villain, which you should totally check out. Aurélie is also another MC Calypso is fighting with Sebastian over 😩💕💕

@plxnetn1nes Calliope Venzak, a gorgeous, badass, and super intriguing MC with a very interesting backstory and family lore. She looks absouletly beautiful in game and in the creators drawings as well!

@keri-mcberrys Lyla Estaris, the first MC I fell in love with and canonically Calypsos first crush LMAO. A cute, badass, hilarious Hufflepuff with an amazing design. Also the first MC I ever drew haha 😂

@choccy-milkys Clora Clemons, a well written and well developed MC with a wonderful story you can read in the creators fic, The Raven and The Snake. Cute, caring, funny, and all together wonderful—and, ofc, calypso will fight Sebastian over her 💕

@faustinio27s Faustine Daemon, WHOM I LOVE SO DEARLY!! Cute, intelligent, and a total badass—not to mention I absolutely love her design. I still need to draw her and her other amazing MC, Bonnie Hutchinson: whom is just as amazing and I am genuinely so in love with her story!! She is so intriguing, stunning, girlboss, and I just know calypso would have a little crush on her haha.

@magicallylegacys Valle Dunnes. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her in one of the creators just AMAZING screenshots. Her design is gorgeous, and I’m so excited to hear more about her.

@wit-grizzlys Bear Whiteclaw, a caring and badass Ravenclaw with an awesome design! I’m always so excited to see more of the creators awesome art 🥹💕

@siboom777s Sally Salamander, an absouletly awesome MC who is always such a joy to draw. Caring, hilarious, sweet, and altogether awesome, I love her with a full heart. Not to mention she has SUCH an awesome design!

@lorrainmorgans Lorrain Morgana, WHO IS SO AWESOME?? Fun, excitable, hilarious, I would most defintely want to be her friend in real life. Her and calypsos dynamic is adorable (foreshadowing), I love her design, and not to mention her relationship with Ominis is so cute?? Go read her fic “Looking Thru My eyes”!

@the-ozzies Millie Claire. I fell in love with her caring, energetic, and badass personality the moment I saw her, and the creators comics including her are hilarious. Not to mention her design is GORGEOUS

@ravenwind-75s Johanna Newman, who is so amazing, hilarious, badass, and sweet, and she is written and developed wonderfully in the creators amazing writing. Also someone whom is very good friends with Calypso 💕

And finally, my friend-who-isnt-on-tumblrs MC Cori Condrego. A sweet, fierce, badass Slytherin who I love dearly, her design is so cute and her relationship with Sebastian is very sweet 💕

Thanks for all being such awesome people in the fandom!!

[wc-confessions]

Hear me out...Leopardstar x Silverstream doomed yuri

They have feelings for each other but never say anything about it even though they both kind of know about it...Silverstream still likes Graystripe but part of her hopes that by being with him she'll forget about Leopardfur...they both know they want to be together but can't find the words or get past whatever is stopping them...

When Silverstream dies Leopardfur vows to keep her kits safe at any cost, even if she despises their father. She hates Graystripe for killing Whiteclaw-the cat she loved so much he was practically her son-but part of her also hates him for getting to have Silverstream. For being able to just love her without feeling like something invisible is stopping him. For being the cat by her side as she died. Leopardfur hates him for so many reasons and even she can admit that not all of them are justified.

She hopes every night that Silverstream will come to her. She feels like she's being crushed under the weight of Crookedstar's death and her new leadership. Graystripe isn't around anymore to help protect the kits. Tigerstar is so persuasive and he makes so much sense to her.

When the day comes, she can't keep her promise. She only watches as Stonefur is ordered to slaughter the children of the cat she had loved. The children she had sworn to protect. She had one last chance, one more moment to turn back and reclaim the power she had been given when her deputy says he will only answer to her.

Leopardstar is a coward. She tells him to follow Tigerstar's command.

The starry gaze of Silverstream can only watch in horror as her kin dies protecting her kits. Can only watch in betrayal and rage and devastation as the cat she had always wanted orders the death of two innocent apprentices.

She finally appears to Leopardstar, but not how the leader gad hoped. She curses her name, spits that there will be no place for her in StarClan and she should have known she would never be half the leader Crookedstar was. Leopardstar wants to defend herself, make any claim against her words-but she can't. There's nothing she can defend. She knows she's a coward.

Leopardstar spends the rest of her life trying to atone, to make up for the damage she caused, but she never can. She makes Mistyfoot her deputy, she takes in Sasha and her kits, she tries to connect with Feathertail and Stormfur-but no matter what she does the shadow of her past haunts her. The claws of her atrocities have a vice grip on her pelt.

It comes to a head when she's pinned by the fox, and she begs Feathertail to leave her. She wants so badly to be better. To make up for what she did. Even if she dies for good right there, it will be fine as long as Silverstream's kit is okay.

But Feathertail saves her. And she forgives her, at least as much as she can.

That night, Silverstream comes to her again for the first time in moons. She runs her tail over Leopardstar's scarred back and gives a soft, almost affectionate blink. There's an expression on her face Leopardstar can't identify.

"You did well." She whispers. "Rest, Leopardstar. Maybe there will be a place in StarClan for you after all."

sorry for the fanfiction anyways does anyone else see my vision. please say you do people keep calling me insane

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[ozzy-boy]

You kind of implied Cole, Volks and Scale either dont get drunk or are not allowed to get drunk anymore in your last hedcannon. Buuutt what if they did? Drunk or high?

hehehehehehe i was born for posts like this. this one is already getting kind of long so i'll do a part two with them high ;P

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Scale:

-The Order has an alcohol ban on Scale for their work parties because he gets MESSY when he's drunk.

-He doesn't drink often so he has a crazy low tolerance for alcohol. Which means it takes a lot less for him to get fucked up.

-He has fun when he's drunk, but he doesn't like to drink too often because he doesn't like feeling like he can't operate. What if he's too inebriated to pull off his sick ninja maneuvers and someone attacks you?????

-He'll usually save it for special occasions, but with a little prodding he'll agree to drink with you.

-He doesn't really like the taste of alcohol so he prefers drinks where you can't really taste it. (This does nothing to help how drunk he gets) But he'll kind of tolerate anything.

-I could see him being a whiteclaw guy somewhere down the line.

-He also likes fruity, sweet drinks but he's a little embarrassed to get them because they're not 'manly' drinks.

-Laughs a lot while drunk. EVERYTHING is funny to him. Also be prepared to pull him down from doing stupid shit because the alcohol makes him waaay too confident.

-There will be at least one time where he's trying to get up onto a table, insisting that he's perfectly sober enough to do a backflip (he isn't)

-He's also very honest when he's drunk. Be prepared for some messy kisses and some slurring about how much he loves you that he's gonna be really embarrassed to remember later.

-Please take care of him. He'll be a complete baby the whole next day if he ends up with a hangover. If you want to have a good time though, Scale is a good choice to drink with if you can convince him.

Volks:

-I think Volks just doesn't particularly enjoy drinking. Not enough that he seeks out opportunities to do it, at least.

-Although, if you insist then he'll drink with you. He likes dark liquors like bourbon and whiskey, but he paces himself and doesn't really let himself get fucked up.

-Volks hates loud places, so sorry but bars, clubs, and parties are off the table. If you want to drink quietly at home or at a nice restaurant then that's fine. Good LUCK trying to get his ass in the clubbbb

-PLUS, Volks' face turns red when he drinks a lot and he thinks it's embarrassing. He doesn't like people other than you seeing him like that.

-If you do get him to indulge with you, you'll get to watch his face slowly get pinker. He also gets really smiley and soft.

-Volks will inevitably reach a point where he gets caught on some deep tangent about life. It's super cute watching him ramble though, especially since he's normally on the quiet side.

-He doesn't get much hangover in the first place- he's lucky like that- and he's especially fine considering he's responsible and does stuff like 'pace himself' and 'drink water' 🙄

-He'll chastise you for overdoing it and getting a hangover but he'll still take care of you.

Cole:

-Again, Cole appreciates nice alcohol like wine, but he prefers not to get fully drunk. A little tipsy is fine but he doesn't often let himself get truly hammered.

-He is the type of guy to drink a bloody mary or mimosa at like 9 am though lol.

-Cole likes to maintain a certain level of... control. Especially around you. A level of control that is difficult to keep up when he's drunk.

-I want you to envision Cole on a normal day, and how clingy he is already. Now multiply that clinginess by 2. That's Cole when he drinks.

-If you convince him to drink with you, he will be glued to your side the whole time.

-Hugging, squeezing, pressing his face into your neck and shoulder.

-His lips get a little loose when he's drunk, too... He tries not to outright say how obsessed with you he is, but it becomes hard when he's inebriated.

-He's halfway into a rambling about how pretty you'd look tied up or inside a little cage before he remembers that- oh yeah, that's kinda weird to tell someone out of nowhere.

-(Although if you're dating him at all, chances are you're into his freakiness anyway.)

-He'll reach a point where he's just hanging onto you and slurring to himself about something you can't quite make out.

-Somehow doesn't get hungover. At all. It's super annoying. He's so smug about it.

[planetpiastri]

14- kissing under the stars with rooster please🥹❤️

hi birch!! idk what it is, but writing rooster brings the sap outta me. so here's a super sappy, super romantic, super sugary blurb about camping w roo<3 | [wc - 0.9k]

When Bradley first invited you to a weekend getaway at his family cabin with all of his Navy buddies, you weren’t entirely sure you should come. You’d only met Natasha—and Jake, once, but you tried to block out that particular memory, since it involved too many tequila shots and a karaoke machine that only had Mariah Carey—and you and Bradley had only been dating for a few months. It was too soon, right?

But as Reuben and Mickey helped you push your kayak into the lake, and Bob tossed you a half-used can of sunscreen, and Bradley watched proudly from the treeline as he put on a pair of sunglasses, you found yourself immensely glad that he’d convinced you after all.

Bradley joined you in the backseat of the kayak, teasing as he did, “Are you sure you’re supposed to be in the front? Do you even have your pilot’s license?”

“Stand back, nonbeliever,” you shot back, pushing away from the shore before Bradley even had a chance to get comfy. He cried out and laughed, nearly toppling out of the kayak, but managed to right himself.

“Easy, killer,” he chuckled. “You didn’t tell me you were a kayaking machine.”

“Maybe I’m just trying to impress you,” you shot back. “Is it working?”

“Definitely.”

The afternoon passed in a comfortable haze as everybody paddled around the lake, sharing whiteclaws and waters. Jake had blown up an inflatable kiddie pool and stocked it with snacks, booze, and a bluetooth speaker. Classic rock oozed from his round little paradise, and periodically the other pilots would paddle over in their canoes or their inner tubes and nab a soda or a beer from his cooler.

You and Bradley traded your kayak for Bob’s inflatable raft and spent most of the day sprawled out, half-napping, your limbs tangled together and sticky from the sunscreen. When he wrapped his arms around you and tumbled the two of you into the cold water of the lake—subsequently losing his sunglasses—you decided maybe it was time to head back and get dinner.

Conversation flowed easily with everyone as you all paddled back to the cabin and dragged your various flotation devices up onto high ground. Reuben volunteered to start the campfire, and Javy got nominated to light up the grill and get the hot dogs cooking. You joined Natasha in the kitchen as she showed you how to make her famous ‘miscellaneous fruit tart,’ and the two of you banded together to banish Bradley from the kitchen when he kept trying to steal fresh strawberries. Mickey and Bob were put on music detail, filling the wood cabin with old John Denver and Fleetwood Mac tunes. Jake was a surprisingly adept sous chef, helping where Javy told him to and plating out piping-hot dogs built to everyone’s particular specifications.

As the sun set and the stars came out, everyone gathered around the fire pit. You and Bradley shared a two-seater plastic bench, one blanket thrown over both your laps, your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you whispered into the skin of his neck.

“Thanks for coming,” he replied just as quietly, pressing his lips to your hairline.

Under the blanket, his calluses traced the knuckles of your hand, sending shivers up your arm. You shut your eyes and pressed deeper into him.

Mickey, who—along with Jake and Javy—had started drinking around noon and hadn’t ever stopped, was the one to finally tip the night away from ‘sleepy and romantic’ and towards ‘rowdy getaway weekend’ when he stood up and began to conduct everyone in singing along to Dancing in the Dark, which still playing from the open living room windows.

“Do you want to step away for a breather?” Bradley asked you, his hand warm in yours.

You nodded, and the two of you eased out of the two-seater. No one else seemed to notice you leave as you snuck down to the shoreline, hand in hand. The blanket was thrown over Bradley’s shoulder. When you rounded the path and saw the stars glittering on the surface of water, your breath caught in your throat.

“Way better than movie night on your couch, right?” Bradley asked, shaking out the blanket and laying it down on the pine needles.

He sat down, and you curled up against him. You could hear your friends singing and laughing around the bend, and the smell of burnt marshmallows filled the air, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to want to go back. In this moment, in the arms of this wonderful, charming man, you felt perfectly content.

“I love you,” you said before you could think better of it.

When you looked up at Bradley, he was grinning down at you so hard it looked like it hurt. His hand came up to cup your cheek, and when he kissed you, it felt like—oh, of course. It felt right. It felt like your whole life had been leading up to this moment, at this lake, with this man.

He pulled away sooner than you expected, taking your breath with him, and blurted, “Oh—I love you, too. Obviously.”

Your smiles smashed together as you grabbed him by the collar and dragged his mouth back to yours, hardly able to keep the delighted giggle trapped in your chest from spilling out of you. His hand settled on your waist, and you wasted the night away on the shore of the lake, the stars sparkling overhead and your best friends drunkenly singing a short walk away.

[xxswagcorexx]

hell ya! please info dump about casino quartet that would be awesome

STARTS VIBRATING OKAY!! for those who dont know, casino quartet refers to the group/ship name of ash, branzy, clown, and red (also known as branzypierceswagdoons or the abcd's because. Ashswag Branzy Clown and red. Doons) . i am #)(%*@#()%*#(@% about them 4 reasons i will elaborate down the cut ^_^

reason one: oh my GOD the comedic potential of these fuckers is sooooo. not one ounce of communication or sanity between any of them god bless!!! they are all enablers of different things and all make each other worse!!!! they will kill each other over not doing the dishes!!! also the diff dynamics between all of them would be Insufferable like clown and branzy would just do So Much pda during the most inappropriate times while ash and red have to Put Up with it while beating the shit out of each other <3 cue clown and red coming back home and doing God Knows What (not talking about feelings straight up) (repressed emotions) (bullying) and ash and branzy get white girl wasted on whiteclaw of wine or whatever and ash bitches about red to branzy while branzy calls him babygirl (branzy is the only one that can call ash this) (once red overheard this and ash almost killed him) (he had to be held back by branzy and clown so he wouldn't kill him) (<- this one is sponsored by cherny)

ANYWAYS ash and clown r a funny bunch too. clown would Always attempt to get ash to do stupid shit and try to hit him with the big wet pathetic eyes and "but please?? for me.,.." and it only works 20% of the time when ash caves in (do not worry ash bullies clown back) (also literally based off of this) . both of them think they're the most normal ones . red and branzy r literally just vibing. imagine everyone else being insufferable/them being insufferable to others and they're like "omg hiiii bestie ^_^" and they chill and knit while drinking sweet tea together or whatever . they're awesome

REASON NUMBER 2: PUNCHES THE GROUND ok ok. they're like 0 canon content of them IN VIDEOS but u have to understand : the original team chaos had red in the group . and the only reason red left is bc they didn't tell him anything (also ash was asleep like 90% of the time L) but like. i think u Could do smth interesting with lingering feelings abt team chaos Esp considering ash Did go back to red and apologize for s3/team chaos and gave him favors .,.. that's if u wanna go Canon Compliant ofc but i think there Could be something that u could write abt clown and red being Farely loyal and strategic and ash and branzy being willing to betray and both being wildcards. i feel like u could do smth interesting with that (and also if you wanna go romantic) some polymary negotiations might b fun ti explore :thumbs_up: usually the Link between them is clown and red but i've also seen branzy and ash ^_^ either way they r rlly fun to think about either way!!!

i dont really like a reason number 3 so i will put this mangoball edit here . thank u for letting me indulge in my insanity

[theanoninyourinbox]

The Stars and the Afterlives

Starclan is the Afterlife of the Clan Cat. But what Roles might a cat have in the starry lands above? And where do non-clan cats go? Where do Traitors go?

STARCLAN

This is where every Clan cat wishes to go, a lush land of greenery and peaceful days. Where kits become the adults they were meant to be, mentored by their ancestors. Where elders shed their aches and dance in the meadows. The prey is endless, the predators nonexistent, the trees forever blooming. Honey drips where industrious stingless bees gather, and deep glens give privacy and comfort to the traumatized. Borders are gone, and those banned from relationships, either cross-clan or Healers, may find love.

Starclan cats have white four-pointed pupils, and small stars scatter in their fur. Scars they chose to keep gleam like the night sky, and they nearly float with each step. Starclan cats have four major roles, though others do exist, and any cat may change to any other role if they wish.

Star-Guide: these cats are the prophecy givers, often cryptic and mysterious. They plant signs like Herbalists plant Poppies, and divine the future in a great Crystal in a pool of starlight. Yellowfang is a Star-Guide, one that refuses to be any more cryptic than she has to.

Kit-Shaper: these cats guide the Faded, those long forgotten even by Starclan cats, into their final form - the next living generation. The Faded will fall apart into motes of light in a Sacred Glen, and Kit-Shapers will take these gleaming shapes and create kits. They fashion tiny noses and triangle tails, paint stripes and spots and patches, and set starlight in their eyes, before sending them to a laboring queen or king. Lionheart is a Kit-Shaper, spending his time molding the perfect kitten for each queen or king.

Path-finder: these cats periodically wander the living world, seeking to bring lost cats home, whether living or dead. They tirelessly search for Spirits who are missed, and often will guide lost or abandoned kits to the clans. Whiteclaw is a Path-Finder, knowing what it’s like to feel lost himself.

Comet-Claw: the Brawlers of Starclan, that patrol the line between the Stars and the Dark. Moonlit claws and sunbeam teeth savage any intruder, and rescue any living soul they may find lost. Swiftspirit is a Comet-Claw, always watching for Tiger”star”.

THE KITTYPET AFTERLIFE

Often referred to as the Twoleg Starplace, kittypets go to the same afterlife as their owners. There’s always food out, the toys are endless, and just about every twoleg wants to pet you. If their twoleg was abusive, kittypets will find a new loving twoleg to pet them and help them heal.

LONER AFTERLIFE

Referred to as the Quiet Hunting Grounds, loners go to endless fields and evening skies. The prey is plentiful, or as challenging as one wants, there’s company and shelter if one wishes, and the rolling fields and hills go on forever.

Those who chose to wander the lands of the living from these places are Spirits - they cannot touch another, save other Spirits or Star-Blessed cats. They can move items, so someone moving the prey you caught might be a mischievous Spirit.

THE DARK FOREST/MIRETREES

Where those who believed in Starclan go if they break the Code’s major rules (do not harm others needlessly, never harm the helpless, and kill not thy clanmate without true need) and do not atone in some way. It’s a dark and moonless place, with a variety of landscapes - all twisted from what they once were. The river where Rushtooth died is constantly writhing like worms, grasping at any who draw near. The clearing where Tiger”star” died is full of pain wails and the feeling of being betrayed. There is a shady Healer’s den, that’s covered in deathberries and thorny vines with yellow flowers.

Cats from The Dark are twisted and monstrous, often with bloody pelts and twisted limbs. The older a Miretree can is, the more insane the mutation. The dread One Eye, the first cat of the Dark Forest, is missing much of his face, all of his claws, and most of his guts. In comparison, Tiger”star” just has a flapping belly full of noxious dripping ooze and twoleg chains.

Those who escape the Miretrees are called Geists. They are near-universally malicious, and often haunt the place of their death. They DO have some power over the living, with their aura poisoning the spirits of the living.

For Example, the Geist Mapleshade poisoned almost the entirety of Crookedstar’s family, only sparing his brother and two of his kits. It took the Comet-Claws days to drive her back to the Mire, and having lost most of her power, she now plots vengeance.

[transgenderer]

OK so obviously I miss my friends here. But my friends have come visit me. Yknow what hasn't come visit me? White claw. God I miss whiteclaw. One German beer and I'm already sleepy. I can have like five whiteclaws and keep trucking.

[ctimenefic]

Canine teeth in the side of my neck for the WIP game 👀🍷

Hehe, so this is one of my runs at the @motorsport-halloween fest, and it's a take on a semi-mundane supernatural community, sort of in the vein of Being Human or WWDITS - like, it's a secret that vampires/werewolves/witches exist, but not a good secret. Alex becomes the new werewolf liaison for dealing with vampire and coven bureaucracy and learns the importance of proper documentation. Featuring Vampire!George and Witch!Charles and protracted negotiations on who, exactly, is allowed to bite whom. Also unicorns and me sassing various places in Oxfordshire, land of nightmares.

Snippet below cut because I could not snip succinctly!

It’s a Milton Keynes month, which means Alex can drag the farm’s Land Rover out of the barn to make the meeting. It’s a rollicking drive down country lanes too narrow for the speeds he hits, but he’s still amped up on full moon adrenaline, senses as sharp as his teeth. 

And he’s keen too - he’d actually gone through the notes George had sent, neatly typed and collated, and written his own questions in the margin about hunt rotations and who had precedent over what issues. There was a whole subsection to the terms on unicorns that he is 98% certain is a joke, so he’ll have to work out a way to ask without looking like a gullible fool, but even that feels fun. Since Seb went wandering, there’s been a chronic shortage of people to tease on the farm. 

The official meeting spot is a bleak and ancient industrial park just opposite an even bleaker abandoned train yard. Sheets of old corrugated iron creak in the wind, rusted out cars make the whole place reek like blood, and the deep cracks in the concrete look like black bile leaking from the hollowed out mouths of the gaping garages. On the one hand, it’s perfect – exactly the kind of place sensible humans looking to avoid horrible monsters would avoid. 

On the other hand, it’s full of teenagers drinking cider and fingering each other in spots that aren’t dark enough for Alex’s liking. The sweep of his headlights across the open chain link gates makes the most obvious couples scatter like rats, but he can still hear them.

George is hovering just outside the gates, looking deeply unhappy. Alex parks up and gives him a sympathetic look. 

“The smell?” he asks, and George shudders. 

“Whiteclaw on Lynx. Hideous.”

“We were all young once.”

George wrinkles his nose. “Not like that.”

Alex is prevented from discovering exactly what a young, alive George Russell was like by the back door of the Land Rover opening and someone helping themselves to the seat. “Can we go, please? The horny teens are giving me a headache. Too many orgasms.”

“Too much information! Who the fuck are you?”

“Oh,” the creature in the back seat says. “You’re not Seb. This is Seb’s car.”

“It’s my fucking car, weirdo, so-”

“Alex,” George cuts in, sliding into the passenger seat beside him, “may I have the dubious honour of introducing Charles Leclerc, leader and liaison of Oxfordshire’s finest coven? Charles, this is Alex, the new lycan liaison. You missed his first meeting,” he adds, a note of reproach in his voice that has Charles rolling his eyes.

Then Charles switches his attention to Alex, meeting his gaze in the rear view mirror, and Alex is abruptly pinned to his seat. There’s power in that look, power in Charles’s presence, the way he looks, a little too good to be true. With the wolf still close to the surface, it makes Alex feel trapped, wary. 

“Charles.” George’s voice hits a resonance, low and dark, that Alex hasn’t heard before. A moment passes, then Charles smiles, impish, and the heavy pressure in the Land Rover lifts away.

“Just checking! Where are we going that is away from the shagging?” he asks.

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Panic attacks / C.B

0.9k words

Warnings: Bad language, panic attacks, mentions of alcohol

Summary: You have anxiety and have panic attacks a lot but no one knows about them until your best friend notices.

"Y/n!!" Kat whined as you approached the door to your apartment you shared with her.

"I don't feel like partying today!" You replied, unlocking it, your anxiety has been significantly bad today.

"Please! It's not even a party! It's just the us, the boys and their girlfriends!" She begged,you turned around and finally gave in.

"Fine..." You sighed.

"Thank you!!" She stretched her arms out and embraced you, "I did not want to go to this thing without you!"

"Yeah yeah ok..." You rolled your eyes and pulled away, "I'm hungry so let's order food and we'll get ready!"

"Great!" She bounced and clapped her hands in excitement.

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Kat opened the door to her boyfriend and your best friend, Sam's apartment. Colby, Jake, Corey, Tara and Devyn were all sat on the corner couch with drinks and a box of pizza on the table.

"Yo guys! Holy shit! Y/n you came?!" Sam exclaimed happily, walking over from the kitchen with a can of whiteclaw in his hands.

"Yeah!" You smiled, already feeling the social battery inside you drain.

"Here!" The blonde passed you both a whiteclaw before you all sat down.

You sat beside your other best friend Colby on the end, earning a welcoming smile from him. You've known Sam and Colby since high school, of course being the only girl it was slightly awkward when you asked for sleepovers but nothing ever happened.

"Nah guys! What if all the girls in the world disappeared and it was just us boys left so we had to repopulate the earth...would you do it?" Jake asked, shifting his eyes to all the boys in the room.

"How would that even work?" Corey laughed.

"I would do it!" Colby nodded with a smile.

"Let's do it then!" Jake joked.

The group laughed at the bromance. You always swore they were gay in some way. You took a sip of your drink and bit your lip, not really wanting to speak to anyone. Your mind started to wonder, the social battery was draining to quickly.

"Y/n what about you?" Sam asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"What?" You asked, feeling your leg start to bounce.

"You filming with us tomorrow?" Colby repeated what Sam had said.

You took a breath, your heart pounding, "Yeah sure..." You agreed, nodding your head.

"Great! Just meet in my apartment at twelve and I'll explain it!" Colby announced to the group.

Everyone agreed to it, kind of scared of what will happen.

"Y/n/n you want pizza?" Tara asked, pushing the box little closer to you.

"No I'm fine..." Your heart pounded as if it was skipping beats. Your head started to spin and your palms started to sweat, "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom..."

"You alright?" Colby asked as you stood up.

"Mhm!" You nodded before going to Sam's bathroom with the can still in your hand.

You place the can on the counter before leaning her palms against it, looking straight to the mirror. It felt like something was pushing against your chest as your eyes burned with tears. You took a shaky breath in and out before squeezing your eyes shut before there was a knock on the door.

"Y/n...its me!" Said Colby's muffled voice.

"I'm fine!" You call back, trying to hide the fact you were crying.

"I'm coming in...you're clearly not ok!" Hearing this you wiped your tears quickly as the door opened.

"I'm fine Colby!" You exclaim.

He saw the tears down your face and immediately closed the door, his face expression changed to worried before wrapping his arms around you. You started to sob with shaky breathing.

"Hey its ok..." He cooed, rubbing the back of your hair softly.

You collected yourself and pulled away, wiping the tears off your face.

"What's going on?" He held the side of your face.

"Just a panic attack..." You sniffed, looking in the mirror.

"A panic attack? Do you get those often?" You stayed silent as you wiped some mascara from under your eyes, "Y/n..."

"Mhm..." You mumbled quietly.

"How often?" You stayed silent again, "Y/n!" He sounded so authoritative.

"Quite often..." You choked, look at him.

"Why haven't you told any of us?" He leaned against the counter and stared into your eyes.

"Because it's not that big of a deal!" You shrugged your shoulders.

"Y/n if you're crying in a bathroom I will come and comfort you!" He held your hand, "Tell me if it happens again..."

"Colbs I'm not gonna do that..." You sighed, shaking you're head.

"Yes you are! You only live down the hall and we never go anywhere unless it's with each other so you really have no excuse!" He held your other hand and smiled at you.

"Colby..." You tilted your head.

"Y/n..." He mocked you, "Just call me when it happens again or give me a signal if we're together!"

"Fine...what signal?" You gave in and smiled at his sweetness.

"You could..." He tried to think of an idea, "Tap your finger on your leg!"

"Tap my leg?" You giggled.

"Yeah!" He nodded with a smile.

"Ok...I'll do that!" You smiled, locking eyes with him.

"Good!"

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