#heard we were making mf ocs now

[divinequo]

I am cringe but I am free

[divinequo]

Omg I literally just made this dude what- :0

f this

first person to rb with a picture of their metal family oc gets it drawn with mine in a silly thingie

[tiredfox64]

Im here to offer a mavado x reader...

(I saw the one you made and here I'm feral-ing)

So another reader becoming small (now this one, you can choose how it happened, doesnt have to be potion, bro prolly made a wish to a shooting star /JOKE)

Mavado here just "shit, welp, time to smother you with my love now hehe"

Off topic: Currently drawing your oc, I'm finna get you /threat

Pequeña

Yip notes: Your timing was impeccable. I was close to panicking about something till I saw your request. Immediately my brain told me I'm not allowed to panic because I have to figure out how to do this.

Pairing: Mavado x Afab reader

Warnings‼️: mfs who are 5'2

When Mavado made a deal with Shang Tsung to get a hold of Kano he knew what he was getting himself into. He knew how deceptive the sorcerer could be. Yet he still made a deal with him so he could obtain Kano. He had to work his ass off to get that damn Black Dragon. He had to go through Sonya and Jax so he could get Kenshi. All that work to finally get Kano and torture him. However, he had to strike once the fun was done before Shang Tsung did. He sent Hsu Hao to deal with the sorcerers but got no reply. Of course, he couldn’t finish the job. Mavado had to do everything himself. Well, not fully alone. He brought you, his loyal girlfriend, to finish the job with him. He suspected Shang Tsung would have Quan Chi with him and could not risk dealing with a 2 v 1 situation.

His prediction was right. Both of the sorcerers were expecting Mavado but not you. You and your boyfriend put up a good fight. Mavado was skilled with the hookswords he stole from Kabal. You barely had to do any work.

This was a losing battle for Shang Tsung and Quan Chi. In an attempt to escape, Quan Chi decided to target you. He wasn’t focused on whichever spell he cast it just had to distract Mavado. You heard Quan Chi chant and as you went to face him you felt something hit your stomach, causing you to fly back. Mavado immediately turned around to check on you, only to see a cloud of toxic green smoke consuming you. It gave Quan Chi enough time to grab Shang Tsung and make their escape. Though Mavado lost his targets he had other matters to be concerned about. He ran over to you and tried to wave the smoke away. He couldn’t find you, not a limb or strand of hair to hint at your body still being there. But once the smoke cleared he was surprised.

You were alive but you’re…small. As small as a rat.

He knew things were going too well. Something bad was bound to happen.

He crouched down to get a better look at you. You stared up at him with big, sad eyes. He couldn’t tell if you were tearing up because of the situation or if the smoke burned your eyes.

“Am I in trouble?” You asked in a small voice.

“We are in trouble. This is not on you surprisingly.”

I don’t know what he meant by that.

Your mind hasn’t adapted to the situation so you were horrified and confused. He tried to grab you but you were so confused about what he was about to do that you decided to dodge him. Mavado doesn’t need you doing this but you have little control over the situation. He had to snatch you with both hands, trapping your arm to the side of your body and your legs dangling. You heard your boyfriend sigh before saying,

“Always so difficult.”

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“Yes, I can see that she is small.” Daegon pointed out the obvious.

“Can’t you do anything to fix this mess?” Mavado asked.

“I am a demigod, not a miracle worker. I cannot be bothered to fix this while my brother is out there. He is a bigger issue than your little girlfriend,” pun intended, “If I know anything about sorcerers when they are in a panic, Quan Chi’s spell won’t last forever. This is not permanent.”

Mavado let out a sigh of relief but also annoyance. For once he was not happy with the Edenian but what could he do. If Daegon’s words were true that means this will all be over at some point. When that moment comes is the true concern. He doesn’t have an issue with you being small. It’s kind of funny and cute. He’s more concerned about you getting hurt by something or someone. You’re his girlfriend, he cares about you. You’re the only other thing he prioritizes other than his clan.

Since Daegon isn’t telling Mavado to do anything or go after Taven, he’ll keep his eyes on you most of the time. What else could he do?

He still had you in his hands and he decided to mess with you. You ain’t gonna do anything. You’re not gonna jump off his hands. He took this opportunity to squish your cheeks which you never let him do. He used his middle finger and thumb to squish both of your cheeks. You whined and told him to stop but did he? Nah. He just laughed at your futile attempts to push him away. Your tiny hands were unable to save you.

“You’re so pathetic. But I love you anyway.” He said before kissing you on the top of your head. That one kiss alone messed up your hair.

Now what could Mavado do with you? He’s never dealt with a tiny human before. Nobody has. He took a moment to think of how to keep you safe but not bore you. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize he positioned you in front of his chest area. Your mind is a battlefield that you sometimes lose to. This means your impulsive thoughts come into play and you listen to them.

In short, you grabbed onto his chest hair and yanked on it. You’ve never heard him whimper in pain before. He almost crushed you in his hands because of your little stunt. He grabbed you by the back of your shirt and brought you up to his face. He did not look happy. His eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance. Huh, how have you never noticed the scars on his right eyebrow? It looks good on him.

“What have I told you about touching my chest?” Mavado asked in the calmest voice he could provide.

“…don’t yank on your chest hair.”

“And that rule still applies while you’re small.” With his other hand he used his fingers to give you the lightest flick to your forehead that he could do.

This sure will be a journey for him and you.

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Don’t let your judgment be clouded by Mavado’s good looks. He may be your boyfriend but he is still cruel. He’s cruel in a loving way.

Now there is a reward system at play. An eye for an eye, a trade for a trade.

You want some food because you haven’t eaten since the morning? Don’t worry, Mavado will feed you, after you do something for him. You have to give him a kiss for each piece of food. The worst part is he is stingy. Here’s a bit of bread, now give him a kiss. Here’s a singular black bean, give him another kiss. Again and again, that was how your dinner went until you were full. He just likes having some control of you and feeling your little kisses on his face.

How bout a nap? A nap after a good meal is needed. Or at least Mavado needs a nap after the bs he dealt with.

You had no choice. You tried to run off the table but his arms surrounded you and trapped you close to him. He placed his head down on the table and dragged your body so that you were trapped between his cheek and arm. You struggled with all your might but you’re just wasting your energy. He told you to stop already and that your movements were awkward against his arm. You let out a sigh before accepting that there was no use. Might as well take a nap with him. You snuggled against his face, feeling his stubble scratch you. The warmth of his body calmed you till you fell asleep.

That was a good thirty minutes of sleep before Daegon slammed his fist against the table. Both you and Mavado were alerted and you were almost flung into the air when Mavado jumped up. He was about to throw down an electromagnetic mine before Daegon yelled at him.

“Throw that mine down and you will not live another day!” He grumbled something inaudible before continuing, “I need you to go. Taven is too close to us and I need him eliminated now.”

Mavado wanted to ask what he should do with you but Daegon was already on the move. He can’t leave you alone. Anything could happen to you. But bringing you along would be just as dangerous. Hmmm

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You saw him look at his trench coat, specifically the inside. Well, would you look at that! There’s a pocket on the inside. How convenient. Without much discussion, he picked you up and placed you in the pocket. You’re as snug as a bug in there.

“I can’t promise you won’t get hurt but I need you to be strong for me. Do you think you could do that?” He asked.

You gave him a thumbs up. He kissed the top of your head before concealing you. He took off running, doing his duties for his clan. Just don’t pull on his chest hair again while you’re hiding.

“Ah! Stop pulling!”

What did I just say?!

Yap notes: Every time I do something for you I get a bloody nose. I don't know why and I don't know how. But I think if I don't finish something for you I'll keep bleeding. Only now does everything about me feel better. So your threats are real I think even though they are for my oc. Adiós!

[walpu]

Here’s some world building about the planet Chloe and Layla came from as well as a brief intro to both of them

Planet Name: Nexus VI

On the outside it’s just a giant red ball of gas, but on the inside it’s a gray wasteland with a red sky caused by an exploding moon that was rich with iron. The sky is blanketed by acid clouds and the land is overrun by monsters and bandits around every corner. With violence being more of a rule rather than an exception, there are few places that are considered a safe haven for the weak. The planet has been on the IPC’s radar for a while, and the few that do land on the planet were never heard from again. Until they were able to clear the red gas and take over.

Chloe, an engineer who worked on chemical weapons lost all of her limbs in an accident. The IPC offered her new limbs and better living conditions and in exchange she works for them and create more chemical weapons for them.

Layla, who died as a human and had her corpse reanimated and repurposed by an Emanator of Abundance she called “Father”. Now resurrected as a puppet, Layla must now protect “Father” and in exchange “Father” will revive Layla every time she dies.

YO THEIR LORE IS VERY COOL

A bit obsessed with the fact we all make our Aventurine kisser ocs emamators 😭

Also the IPC needs to be burned for real mfs be invading every planet they see

[homoose]

Love Has a Learning Curve: Part II (x OC)

Summary: Spencer and reader spend a lot of time together. And then he spends some time away.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

Category: fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings/Includes: typical CM violence, Spencer gets hurt but there’s no graphic descriptions

Word count: 5k

a/n: This chapter is a little bit of a different style, because it had a lot of ground to cover! So we’ve got a few different vignettes of their first few months together— first dates and sleepovers and Spencer’s first long case away. I also worked some requests into this chapter.

Series Masterlist

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Maggie stretched out across the bed, humming and burying her face into the pillow. She sighed and then drew in a deep breath. Her eyes blinked open as she recognized the new scent on her sheets— cedar and spice and a hint of floral.

She moved her hand across the bed to find the sheets were cool, then raised her head to see the room was empty. The apartment was quiet, but the aroma of freshly brewed coffee crept in through the bedroom door left slightly ajar. She ran a hand over her face and reached for her phone on the bedside table, tapped the screen to check the time and saw a missed text from Anita.

Anita: How did it go???????

Maggie: Good! We talked a lot. And he spent the night.

Anita: W H A T

Anita: 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

Anita: MAGGIE MAE BROOKS

Maggie: Calm down. It was just a sleepover. Emphasis on the sleep.

Anita: Sure it was 👀

Anita: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Anita: 🍆🍑🍒💦

Maggie: I’m going to mute this thread.

Anita: You’re such a prude!!!!!!!

Anita: But also

Anita: This mf is still on THIN ICE with me

Anita: So tell him to sleep with one eye open

Maggie swiped the message thread to mute the notifications and sat up to drop her legs over the side of the bed. She stood and did a cursory once over in the mirror above her dresser, retrieving the sweater hanging on her closet door and slipping into it. Then she padded to the doorway, pushing the door open and quietly moving into the living room.

Spencer was on the couch, still in her shirt, with a book in one hand and her favorite coffee mug in the other. Roald was curled up in his lap, fast asleep. Spencer turned the page of his book, then brought the mug up to his lips. The simple domesticity had her chest tightening, and she let out a small, contented sigh.

Spencer lifted his head at the sound, a smile stretching across his face as soon as he saw her. “Morning.”

“Morning.” She shuffled toward the couch, and he closed his book. She peered over the couch and gestured to Roald. “I see you’ve got a friend.”

“Indeed. I kind of feel like I can’t leave now.” He looked up with a small crease in his brow. “I made coffee. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” she assured with a smile. “Nice mug.”

“I didn’t want to wake you up, but I didn’t want to go through your cabinets,” he explained, looking a little nervous. “This one was on the dish rack, so I figured it was okay to use, but I can—”

“Spencer.” She leaned against the couch and smoothed a hand over his hair, meeting his eyes and smiling gently. “Is there more coffee?”

He nodded and looked down at the cat on his lap. “Yeah, I— I’d get up, but I don’t want to disturb him.”

Maggie laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his hair before retreating to the kitchen. “Oh, of course. We wouldn’t want to disrupt the king.”

…

They spent the morning on the couch, reading quietly and sipping their coffee and trading the occasional smile. She tucked her sock covered toes underneath his thigh as the sunlight crept across the floor. He brought his hand to rest on her knee and turned to the last chapter of his book, and she wondered if he was consciously slowing himself down so that she could attempt to keep up.

Eventually, Roald yawned and stretched across Spencer’s lap, standing and hopping down off the couch in search of food. Spencer ran his hand down Maggie’s leg and circled his fingers around her ankle, rubbing his thumb lightly across the skin. She looked up from her book with a soft smile, wiggling her toes under his thigh.

She closed her book and sat up a little closer to him on the couch. “So. I’ve been thinking.”

“Sounds dangerous,” he teased.

“Ha, ha.” She rolled her eyes, and then her gaze shifted back to him and she chewed a little at the inside of her lip.

No matter how hard she tried to quell it, the idea continued to nag at her subconscious— that even though he’d poured his heart out to her, even though he’d said that he loved her�� that somehow she was still building him up in her head, seeing things that weren’t there, and making this into something it wasn’t. She was well aware that getting too comfortable too quickly was a surefire way to scare people off.

“Our tea dates weren’t really dates,” she hedged. “So we haven’t really had a first date.”

He gave her ankle a quick squeeze. “No, I suppose we haven’t.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear. “I don’t want you to think I’m in the habit of inviting men that I’m not dating to spend the night.”

He set his book on the coffee table. “Of course.”

“So, um.” She tilted her head and drew her brows together. She needed to hear it, directly from his perspective. “Are we— do you consider us to be, um.” She closed her eyes. “Are we dating?”

She felt him lean toward her on the couch, felt his warm palm cupping her cheek and his thumb stroking across her skin. She opened her eyes slowly to see him looking at her with a tentative smile. “I hope so,” he breathed.

She barely stopped herself from letting out a relieved sigh, slightly embarrassed to have needed the reassurance. He didn’t seem to notice, instead closing the rest of the distance between them to press a soft kiss to her mouth. Their noses bumped together awkwardly, drawing a laugh from them both.

He withdrew from her mouth, pressed a kiss to her bumped nose, and then sat back a little, considering. “If you’re free today, we could knock ‘first date’ off the checklist.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You have a checklist?”

“Well, a metaphorical one,” he clarified quickly. “I’m not, like, keeping track in a journal or anything.”

She laughed, bright and loud and almost carefree, and then swung her legs over the side of the couch. “What did you have in mind, doctor?”

…

Spencer Reid’s idea of a perfect first date was the Smithsonian National Postal Museum, and it was just about the most Spencer thing Maggie had ever heard.

“I should have put two and two together with the no technology thing,” she surmised.

“I know letters have sort of gone out of fashion with the advent of phones and email, but— letter writing is an art form!” he defended, waving his hands. “And think about how incredible it feels to get something in the mail. You don’t get that same rush with a text message.”

She thought back to receiving a perfectly wrapped package with his handwriting scrawled across the brown paper. “Mm, you do have a point there,” she conceded.

He led her through the exhibits, explaining the various displays with more facts than the placards themselves could ever contain. She watched with a smile as he gestured wildly about with his hands, his eyes wide with the joy of sharing the information— of sharing it with her. She nodded, and mmhmmed, and asked the occasional question. But she was mostly just so unbelievably content to listen to him talk about anything and everything.

He stopped mid-sentence in the Serving the Cities exhibit, dropping his hands and looking at her sheepishly. “Sorry, I— I’m boring you.”

She drew her brows together in genuine confusion. “What? No, you’re not. I’d never heard of the, um— new— no. The— new tubes?”

“New York City's pneumatic tube system,” he offered.

She smiled gratefully. “Yes, the pneumatic tube system. Underground mail tubes moving at 35 miles per hour? That’s kind of amazing.” She shook her head. “Why don’t they use it anymore?”

“The Post Office Department suspended the service to conserve funding during World War I,” he explained automatically. “They restored partial service in 1922, but it eventually just became too costly to continue.” He seemed to catch himself, shaking his head and continuing, “But I— I’m sure it’s all here in the exhibits, I should just let you—”

She grabbed his hand, and he closed his mouth to stifle the rest of his rambling. She used her free hand to gesture around at the displays. “There’s a lot of information here, but to be honest, I— I haven’t really been looking at the placards.” She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as he stared at her. “I, um— I’d much rather hear it from you.”

She watched his eyes alight with surprise and wonder, and she wanted to personally fight anyone who had ever made him believe that he was boring. He took a step closer, eyes flicking down to her mouth, and her lips twitched up into a smile. He leaned down to meet her halfway in a sweet kiss, mostly just upturned mouths and huffed breaths.

He lingered slightly as he pulled away, still studying her with a little bit of shock. She intertwined their fingers, pressed their shoulders together, and nodded toward the next display. “So, what else can you tell me about the history of the mail system, Dr. Reid?”

The pair of them continued through the museum, their fingers threaded together and Spencer murmuring facts into her ear. They spent three hours walking through the exhibits, pausing here and there to gaze quietly at the details of a particularly interesting display. When they finally completed their circuit, Maggie insisted on visiting the museum gift shop.

There were postage stamp tote bags, mail carrier t-shirts, mailbox ornaments and more— all incredibly overpriced and generally ridiculous and not of interest to either of them. But the stationery display caught her eye— sets of parchment with embossed letterheads, fancy letter openers, and wax stamp kits. She ran her finger over the raised design on one particularly intricate stationery set, and Spencer peered over her shoulder.

“I’ve always enjoyed letter writing. Partly because I tend toward the arcane, but also because it feels… intentional and personal,” he explained. “It takes time, and energy, and care.”

“It’s a very deliberate and lovely way of showing that you care about someone,” she agreed.

“Mhm,” he hummed, smiling softly. “I still write a lot of letters to my mom. When she was still in Vegas and I didn’t see her very often, I wrote the letters because she didn’t always recognize my voice over the phone.”

He drew his brows together and ran his fingers along the top of the stationary display. “Now I write them so that she can have a— a sort of record of my life, I guess. So that hopefully when the memories aren’t there anymore, she can still read them and feel like she’s a part of the story.”

Maggie reached for his hand again, and he accepted it with a bittersweet smile. “We did the same thing for my grandma,” she told him, returning his melancholic smile. “Lots of letters and photos. I never thought of it that way, but it was sort of like keeping her in our stories.”

She turned back to the display and picked up the package of stationery, turning it over in her hands. He gently plucked it from her grip, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. “I think you need some nice paper for the next few chapters.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—” she started.

He cut her off with a press of his lips. She grasped a little at his waist as he kissed her and wondered if she would ever get used to kissing Spencer Reid. When he finally pulled back, she had to catch her breath.

“I’ll take half,” he murmured. “I was hoping I could, um— help you write them.”

She squeezed his waist gently, heard the chains of insecurity clinking and breaking as he chiseled away at them piece by piece. “I’d like that.”

…

Two weeks later, Maggie convinced him to try painting— specifically, Paint & Sip Night at the art studio around the corner from her apartment.

“I’m going to be terrible at this,” he warned her, looking over his shoulder at where she was tying the strings of his smock.

She tugged the strings around his waist to gently pull him back toward her, leaned up on her tiptoes, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She knotted the strings tight and barely restrained herself from sneaking a little squeeze of his bum— although she did not stop herself from looking.

“It’s not about being good at it. It’s about having fun.” She used her hands on his waist to turn him around. “And if you’re not having fun, then we can go home,” she shrugged.

He smoothed a wrinkle from her smock. “I always have fun with you.” He smiled and scrunched his nose at her, and she returned the nose scrunch with a laugh.

“All right, everyone!” The instructor clapped her hands together. “Are you ready to paint a masterpiece?”

Forty five minutes later, Spencer peered over at her canvas and huffed out a breath. “God, look at that texture. How are you actually good at this?”

Maggie turned and looked at his painting. “Yours looks good, too,” she insisted.

“Michael could— and has, actually— done better than this,” he scoffed.

“Well, I like it.” She tilted her head. “It’s giving me... Monet vibes. It’ll look perfect in my living room.”

“You are not hanging this in your living room,” he laughed.

“I’d like to see you try and stop me,” she teased, turning back to her work to follow the next instruction.

She watched him as they worked— his tongue slipping out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, his fingertips tapping across his thighs in consideration, his huffed breaths here and there when a stroke didn’t look the way he wanted it to. She finished a little bit before him, adding her tiny signature to the bottom of her canvas before standing to move to his side. She slid a gentle hand around his waist and looked over his shoulder at his work.

He sighed and gestured to the corner of his canvas. “This whole section looks… weird.”

She studied it for a moment. “I think maybe it’s just because it’s sort of one note?” She pointed to the rest of the painting. “Like, you played with layering the colors everywhere else. Here it’s just the blue. You could add some purple maybe? Or green,” she mused.

“Yeah, I guess I can try that.” He shrugged and leaned over to the paints, gathering some purple on his brush.

She moved out of his way but rested her chin lightly on his shoulder as he worked. He moved the brush meticulously in small strokes, layering and creating dimension in the corner of the piece. When he finally set the brush down, he leaned his head to rest on top of hers.

“Okay. So it looks much more…” he trailed off.

“Cohesive,” she offered.

She could feel his smile. “Yeah,” he agreed. He lifted his head to look at her. “Seriously, how are you so good at this?”

She moved her chin from his shoulder and gave a nonchalant shrug. “I guess my many years of finger painting experience had to pay off someday.” She nodded to his finished painting. “I don’t know what your going rate is, but I have to have this.”

He swiveled on the stool to capture her hands in his, lacing their fingers together and pulling her in between his legs. “It’s yours.”

She feigned shock. “For free?”

“I didn’t say that,” he corrected with a sly smile. He dropped her hands to bring his own to her hips, pulling her in closer. “But it’s sort of an on-going payment deal. I’m asking at least 30 kisses per month.”

She pressed her lips together to avoid breaking out into an absurd grin. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“Take it or leave it. That’s my final offer,” he shrugged.

She pretended to mull it over, lips pursed and eyes on the ceiling. He huffed out a laugh, and she cracked a smile, bringing her fingers up to tangle in his curls. “Deal.”

…

Maggie: I don’t even know if your phone is capable of receiving pictures, but look what I hung today!

Spencer: It receives pictures! I wish I hadn’t received this one though. I cannot believe you actually hung that horrific thing on your wall.

Maggie: I’m going to commission you for a piece for the kitchen ;)

Spencer: You’re hilarious.

Maggie: You love it.

Spencer: I do.

Spencer: I wanted to tell you... I have my first therapy appointment tomorrow afternoon.

Maggie: Spence!!!

Maggie: I am so proud of you. It’s going to change your life.

Spencer: You’ve already done that, Miss Honey.

…

Maggie: How did it go?

Spencer: I cried? A lot.

Maggie: That happens to me, too! Good therapy will do that. Other than the crying, how do you feel?

Spencer: I feel… amazing. Lighter, I think? I’m actually kind of bummed that I have to wait two weeks to do it again.

Maggie: I know I said it already, but I’m so incredibly proud of you.

Spencer: I quite literally would not have done it without you.

Maggie: Happy to give you a little nudge whenever you need it, doctor. <3

...

The BAU’s caseload had been uncharacteristically slow, and the two of them took advantage of every moment. On one particularly gloomy Saturday afternoon, they were sprawled across Spencer’s couch and sipping on their umpteenth cups of coffee. He scribbled notes in the margins of his students’ latest essays, while she typed out her lesson plans for the upcoming week.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him set down his pen. He stifled a sigh and she held back a smile as she typed out a short vowel word chain. She could feel his eyes on her, could practically smell the smoke coming from his overworked brain.

When he didn’t break the silence, she looked up over the top of her laptop. “Can I help you?” she teased.

His cheeks colored with a very pretty flush— the same one she’d pulled from him in the carpool loop all those months ago. “Two of my students just… aren’t getting it.” He gestured to the papers in front of him. “I’ve tried extra office hours, extended time for work completion, and it just— doesn’t seem to be helping.” He looked at her with pursed lips. “I was, um— I was wondering if you had any ideas? That I could try.”

Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline. “You— you’re asking me for help?”

“Well, yeah.” He shrugged. “You’re the best teacher I know.”

Now it was her turn to blush. “Oh. Well, um…” She set her laptop on the coffee table and sat up, considering. “Have you tried differentiating your lectures?” At his raised eyebrow, she continued, “Like— having a PowerPoint or a recorded version that they can revisit? You’re kind of a fast talker, so it’s possible that they’re struggling to retain the information because they can’t keep up with your delivery.”

“Huh.” He tilted his head with a furrowed brow. “I... didn’t consider that my oratory speed could have an impact on student achievement. But of course— that makes total sense.” He gave her a sheepish smile and his best puppy dog eyes. “So… how much coffee do you think you’d require to, um— help me make a PowerPoint?”

She sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “At least another two cups. And one of those peanut butter sandwich cookies from Soho.”

He set the papers aside and leaned over to plant a kiss on her upturned mouth. “I’ll buy you a dozen.”

…

In late May, their luck ran out.

First there was a case in Arizona— brutal and ritualistic murders scattered through the desert with almost no cooling off period. On the eighth day that he was in Phoenix, Maggie’s phone rang on the bedside table. She reached across to pick it up, smiling at his name on the screen.

“Hey,” she answered, moving her computer off her lap and getting comfortable.

“Hi,” Spencer murmured.

“How’s the case going?”

“It’s, um— it’s going okay, actually,” he assessed. “We’ve made a lot of headway in the last twelve hours, and I think we might be narrowing in.”

“That’s great.” She stifled a yawn behind her hand.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

His tone of voice had her sitting up a little straighter in bed. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he insisted, but his tone didn’t shift.

“You don’t sound fine,” she prompted.

“I just—” He blew out a breath, and she could almost hear him running his hand over his face. “I miss you. And maybe that’s weird, because we’ve only been together for seventy four days, but—”

“Spence,” she interrupted. He sighed, and she continued, “It’s not weird. I miss you, too.”

“Eight days isn’t even that long, but I just— I’ve never, um.” The line was quiet for long enough that she almost thought the call had dropped. And then his voice came back, softer than she’d ever heard it. “I’ve never had someone to miss.”

Her heart physically ached for all the time he’d spent without someone to miss— and without someone to miss him, and cherish him, and— well, love him. She still hadn’t said it back. She wanted to say it right then, but it felt wrong to say it for the first time over the phone. And there was still that nagging little fear— of his inevitable reconsideration and rejection— keeping her from pulling the metaphorical trigger.

“Well. I’m happy to fill that position,” she settled on— and hated how inadequate it sounded. She leaned back against the pillows, prepared to make him feel it even if she couldn’t say it. At the very least, she could help him take his mind off the monsters— if only for a few minutes. “Teach me something, doctor.”

He laughed a little through the phone, and she knew her plan was working already.

“Okay,” he started, and she could hear the muffled crinkle of the hotel duvet. “Um— did you know that the Sonoran Desert is the only place in the world where saguaro cacti grow?”

“Wow. No, I didn’t,” she smiled, ready to learn everything there was to know about the giant, prickly plants. “Why is that?”

“Experts believe there are two main factors that limit the cacti from expanding into the Mojave — temperature and rainfall. It’s also possible that...”

...

On his tenth day away, the letter showed up.

Maggie,

I’m writing from the balcony of the hotel room overlooking the desert— well, more so the parking lot of the desert— and I’m reminded of the duality of this landscape. The arid climate and rugged terrain can make it a mercilessly hostile place. Yet at the same time, this environment is one of the most enigmatic and enchanting, and it’s teeming with life if you look close enough.

This job can illuminate the cruelty and brutality of humanity, but it so often reminds me of the resilience and the goodness of people, too. The duality of the desert parallels the duality of man, I suppose.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been out here. I think you’d like it. I’ve thought of another poem that makes me think of you, and of the way that I finally feel like I can breathe.

With thee, in the Desert –

With thee in the thirst –

With thee in the Tamarind wood –

Leopard breathes – at last!

      - Emily Dickinson

Love,

Spencer

…

They had barely deplaned after the culmination of the case in Arizona before they were called back out to Colorado, this time for six days. She barely heard from him at all, save for the occasional text, and even then, it was never more than ten words. She spent her waking hours worrying and dreamt the same terrifying dream every single night— being chased until her legs gave out, never sure of what she was running from and never able to slow down.

It was 2:27 in the morning when her phone rang, rousing her from her restless tossing and turning. His name on the caller ID had the worry jumping into her throat, but she answered as calmly as she could.

“Hi.” She yawned into her hand and let out a little sigh.

“Hi.” The tenor of his voice was quiet and weary. “I know it’s unbelievably late—”

She sat up and interrupted, “Are you okay?”

He was quiet for a moment, and her worry intensified. “I, um— I’m… I’m downstairs.”

She turned on the bedside lamp. “Like, right now?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed quietly. “I— I’m sorry. I should have called first before just— showing up at your door.”

She was already climbing out of bed. “No, no, honey, don’t be sorry. I’m coming to buzz you in.”

She shuffled through the dark apartment, fumbled for the intercom to press the buzzer. She could hear his feet on the stairs before she even made it to the door, unlocking the deadbolt and pulling back the chain. As the door swung open, he was rounding the top of the stairs and turning the corner of the landing.

It took him five strides to cross the threshold, and then he was tumbling into her arms and burying his face in her shoulder. The impact knocked the breath out of her, but she recovered quickly, bringing her arms around him and holding him tight.

He didn’t speak, just breathed into her hair and clutched a little desperately at her back. She stroked a soothing hand over his curls and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” she murmured. “You’re safe, Spence. I’m right here.”

She shifted her weight slowly back and forth, rocking him gently and petting over his hair, steady and rhythmic. He burrowed his face into the crook of her neck and let out a shaky breath, and Maggie felt his tears on her skin. She brought both arms around his shoulders then, squeezing him tightly. “I’m right here, honey,” she repeated. “I’m right here.”

He cried quietly into her shoulder as she ran soothing hands over his back. She knew this was more than just missing her— it was the cruelty and brutality of man that he saw every day, the layers of hurt that would probably always be there. But she knew the resilience was there, too. And she was determined to always show him the other half of the chasm of humanity.

After a long while, he pulled back, still sniffling. Maggie reached out to grasp his face in both her hands, sweeping the tears from his cheeks with gentle thumbs. Her heart panged at the way his eyes were shining and ringed red, full of complete exhaustion and raging emotion.

“What do you need?” she asked. “Water, tea, a snack, a shower?”

He shook his head. “Just you,” he mumbled.

She felt the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. “You’ve got me. Always.” She pressed one, two, three chaste kisses to his chapped lips. “Let’s get cleaned up and changed and into bed, hm?”

She had him wash his face and brush his teeth, and then she moved him to sit on the closed toilet lid. “Close your eyes,” she said softly.

He could barely keep them open as it was, and she didn’t even want to think about how little sleep he’d had over the last three weeks. She cupped his face in her hands for a long moment, rememorizing every curve and angle.

First, she swiped a cotton pad soaked with cucumber toner across the high planes of his cheekbones and along his nose. She allowed it to dry, and then dropped gentle kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin. Next, she took a dab of moisturizer on the tips of her fingers, rubbing in circular motions along the path her lips had traveled. Finally, she pressed a few drops of her favorite lavender and chamomile face oil onto his cheeks, soothing away the last, damp remnants of agony.

When he opened his eyes again, they were already a little clearer, a little calmer, a little lighter. He let out a long, slow breath and laced their fingers together. She squeezed his hands, and then pulled him up and into her side.

She led him into her bedroom, stripped him out of his cardigan and button-up and trousers, and helped him into the soft, oversized school fundraiser shirt that had become his. And then she took his hands in hers once again and pulled him toward the bed, getting him settled and tucked in on his side before coming around to shut off the bedside light. He whined at the loss of contact, and she shushed him gently as she climbed in next to him.

“C’mere.” She lifted the duvet, and he moved to lay his head on her chest, wrapping his arm around her middle and pulling her impossibly closer. She tucked the covers back around him, and then brought her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.

She stroked his hair quietly, listening to his breathing as it evened and slowed. He was asleep in minutes, snuffling gently into her chest. His grip loosened with every breath, and he settled more comfortably against her side with each exhale.

She let the tears she’d been holding back slip over her lash line and pressed a soft kiss into his hair. The faint snores vibrating from his chest muffled her quiet voice as she whispered the trio of words she couldn’t quite bring herself to say in the light of day.

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A Wonderful Christmastime

Author’s Note:  Well Hello All!  I hope that you’re all taking care of yourselves and staying well!  My tag-list is open and you know I love the validation of reblogs, shares, tags and adds!! I have been working on a larger OC story which has kept my from my Loki writings, but I entered a challenge posted by @toomanystoriessolittletime​ for the Christmas holiday.  If you aren’t following, please do as she’s got a great little Advent Calendar of seasonal stories for you!  One a day through the month of December!  

I chose a prompt based off of my least favorite Christmas song.  Ever.  Like in the history of humanity.  Like, my family torture me with it because of how much I dislike it.  This story is a chance to take a little lighthearted revenge on Sir Paul McCartney and also, hopefully, help you all enjoy a Wonderful Christmastime!   Also, isn’t this gif the cutest thing in the world?  My thanks to the OP and creator for it... it’s amazing and I love Christmas Loki!! Pairing:  Female Reader x Loki

Summary:  Everyone has a favorite holiday song... when Loki learns which one you dislike, he uses it to his advantage. Warnings:  Christmas holiday mentions, SMUT, Oral (F receiving) and MF Sex, also, the over use of a certain song that makes me, personally, crazy!

This was it.  That perfect moment when all of the holiday hustle was behind you.  Nothing to buy, nothing to ship, nothing to wrap, nothing to bake.  It was all over.  You had made it through another Christmas Eve.

Your well decorated tree sat in the corner, presents tucked below for you and Loki in the morning.  The frittata was resting in the fridge along with the two bottles of Prosecco you planned to have with brunch.  Hell, it was the holidays, after all.

But that was for tomorrow.

Tonight you were relaxing after an afternoon of family Christmas fun.  Nieces and nephews, piles of shredded paper, stacks of snacks and so much laughter your belly muscles were sore.  And through it all Loki had been a champ! Holding your hand, rubbing the small of your back, pulling out your chair; Loki had put the other partners to shame.  Whether he was telling bawdy but tasteful jokes to the men who drank cheap beer around the TV, sharing hair care tips with your sister’s oldest girl or whispering with your mom in the kitchen, he was always where he needed to be.  For the first time in ages, you had been able to enjoy the day fully, and you knew Loki was the reason why. After getting home, trading your dress and boots for comfy shorts and a sweatshirt, you padded into the living room.  Loki was there, sitting cross legged, digging through your bag of swag.  He had put seasonal music on in the background while munching through a plate of Auntie’s sugar cookies, two well poured goblets of red wine waiting to be had at his side.  God, he was good. “Is one of those for me?”  You couldn’t help smiling.  Loki, looking like a little kid, over excited and surrounded by all the trapping of Christmas just felt so precious. It took him a moment to reply as he was solely focused on the handmade puzzle box your mother had crafted for all the guys this year, “Hmm?  Yes… one’s for you…” Kissing the top of his head, careful not to dislodge his Rudolf blinking antler headband, a gift to Loki from your youngest nephew, you moved towards the couch.  Sipping from your glass of wine, snuggled under the softest chenille blanket your sister-in-law could find, you sighed contentedly.  Victory over the holiday season felt amazing.  Now all that was left on your to-do list was eating, drinking, and enjoying alone time with Loki until New Year’s.  Suddenly exhausted, you felt the lovely warm drag of drowsiness and snuggled deeper into the sofa.  Shuttering your tired eyes, you listened as Loki stood up, off to hunt up some more food, no doubt.  Visions of sugarplums danced in your head as you started to succumb to a sweet slumber. That’s when you heard it.  

“The moon is right, The spirit’s up, We’re here tonight and that’s enough…” Groaning, wide awake now, you sat up with a shout, “Loki?!”  Like magic his raven head popped around the doorframe, his reindeer antlers askew, a candy cane hanging out of his mouth, “Yes?”

“Um… question:  What are we listening to?” Stepping back into the living room, his new holiday flannel shirt open at the neck, Loki leaned over you, husking playfully,  “Music.  At least, that’s what I believe you Midgardians call it.” “Ha ha.  Yes, I know it’s music, but this particular song?”  You couldn’t keep the tartness from your tone as you pressed your nose into the handsome one on Loki’s face. Pausing, listening intently, Loki cocked his head to the side.  Singing along, his bells jingling, “Simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!” “Ugh.  That’s what I was afraid of!”  Flinging a hand over your eyes, you grumbled, burrowing back into the cozy couch as a means of blocking out the obnoxious noise of the worst holiday song in the history of humanity. Making himself comfortable at your feet, pouring himself another glass of vino, “I like it.  It’s simple.  Direct.  What are you doing?  Me?  I’m simply having a wonderful Christmastime!” From deep in the cushions, muffled but forceful, you pleaded, “Make it stop!  Please!” “What for?  It is still Christmastime, is it not?  And we are enjoying a wonderful time, aren’t we?” Turning back to face him, a Scrooge-like scowl on your suddenly serious face, “I’ll do anything to get you to turn that off.” That got his attention, “Anything?”  Sitting up quickly, you reached for your blanket only to feel Loki snatching it out of your grasp, “You said anything, darling.” Tugging on the plush fabric, practically pouting, “You’re not going to take my new fluffy blankie, are you?” “Oh no.  That’s not nearly enough to stop me from playing my favorite Christmas carol.”

“It’s your favorite, now?  Loki, you just heard it.” Waving your gripes away, pinning you under his arms and under your blanket, “I love it.  It’s my favorite.  You can’t mess with perfection.”

You wiggled, trying to free an arm or a hand, anything to help defend yourself from Loki’s soft, but effective attack, "Perfection?  Loki, it's awful."

"I disagree.  But…”  Brushing a gentle kiss to your captive lips, making you melt into his warm touch, Loki made sure to keep you immobile.  Unraveling under his ardent attention, you gave up fighting, focusing on Loki’s roving hands through the protective layer of your new throw.  

Lost in his lips, you ignored the wretched recording still spinning, until sitting back with a sly smile Loki continued, “Regardless of my newly acquired antlers, I am a reasonable man.  I'm willing to hear your side of things.  Convince me, dove."

Looking up at him through your lashes, licking over your bottom lip that tasted of Loki's peppermint, it took you a moment to refocus on your argument.  Sighing doggedly, “It’s just garbage.  Too sweet, too synth-pop.  It’s plastic.  There’s no substance to it.”

At least Loki did you the service of considering your answer.  He paused, listening to the offending tune, starting to hum along once more.  “I don’t know.  It sounds like church bells ringing.  And I like when the kids start singing!”

“You couldn't.  Those are two of the worst things about it!  There’s not a single redeemable factor in it’s trite,  super saccharine, four minute run time.”  Agitated now and edging into anger, your voice kept rising, spurned on by the inability to get away from Loki’s plush prison, “Also, get off me!” “Can’t do it.  But-” nuzzling into your neck, tasting along the tendon there, “-I can replay this song.”  “That’s it!”  Fury tinted your words as you tried harder than ever to break free of your fleece prison but Loki was brick heavy, unmovable, and impossibly giddy at your predicament.  All things which only added fuel to your fire.  Wriggling like mad, struggling to kick a foot free, you squirmed desperately for leverage.  His response?  A deep chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got, darling?”  Laying those long, lanky bones on top of you, holding down the throw’s corners in a way that made fighting futile, Loki smirked at your distress, “I still don’t see why you hate it so much.  It is a simple song because we’re simply having a wonderful Christmastime!  It’s in the title after all.” With cheeks hot from exertion, fully frustrated and forced to listen to Paul McCartney’s bland holiday ballad start a second time, you nearly shrieked, "I hate it, Loki!  Loathe it, really!  The lyrics are basic, the keyboard is tinny, and Sir Paul is better than that!” “Is that all?” “No!  It's even worse when someone else sings it, like those kids from Glee or an up and coming Country artist making their first holiday record!"

Beneath the blanket your chest rose and fell with bothered breaths.  From rubbing against the couch your hair stuck up in odd angles and you could feel heat rising off your neck.  How had you gone from almost asleep to a blanket related battle royale?  Loki, taking advantage of your confinement, kissed your forehead sweetly, and the change in tactic caught you off guard.  His lips grazed the tip of your nose as you huffed out a pout, eager to see where his mischief making would lead.  Pressing his forehead to yours, that deep sonorous voice whispering lowly for your ears alone, "Not a compelling enough argument for me to turn it off, I'm afraid." And to your holiday horror the song in question started again.  Grousing, "Don’t play it again!  Please!  I’m begging you!” “Already begging darling?”  Thick with mocking, Loki slotted himself between your thighs, keeping you from fighting back with any power. Whining full out now, poking out your bottom lip, “Come on!  Please, let me up and turn this off!” “Why, of course, my pearl.”  With no effort on his part, Loki scooped you up, blankie and all, pulling you tightly to his chest.  Gripping your bottom, his fingers firm through the cotton of your pj pants, he squeezed hard enough for you to yelp. “Hey!”  But that’s all you managed before his talented tongue invaded your mouth.  Now the only thing you could hear was the shaky exhale of your shared sighs and your own needy mewls when Loki started to withdraw.

Godly hands drew your thick and comfy sweatshirt over your head, leaving you bare against the cuddly softness of your new blanket, a perfect dichotomy to the heated hardness of Loki’s chest.  With your arms finally free you tangled your hands in the long tresses of your lover, distracted from the awful music by his groan, “Easy darling.” But now that the tables were tipped in your favor, you had no intention of going easy on Loki.  Not after his antics tonight, not a chance.  Tugging hard enough for him to wince, you ground against his lap with a nip to his neck, “Turn it off then.”

“Now, why would I do that?  Aren’t we still enjoying a Wonderful Christmastime?” Bouncing in his lap, purposefully teasing your mischief maker with a smirk, “We were until you let this terrible song play!” Laughing heartily, Loki stroked over your bare shoulder, one hand resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek.  “If I wanted to, my darling, I could change your mind.  I could make you adore this song.” “Is that so, Odinson?  I doubt it.”

“Doubt me?  On this, Christmas Eve!  When you know the feelin’s here that only comes once a year?” A confident nod was all he got for an answer.  In a flash you were laying on the soft rug, your legs wrapped over Loki’s and your new blanket tossed to the side.  Fiery kisses to your chest and neck led him to the shell of your ear where he hummed hungrily, “The moon is right, the spirits up…” Enjoying his mouth but not his music, you shoved against his shoulders, panting, “Don’t sing, just kiss me.” Licking into your mouth, Loki’s tongue obliged your need as his hands skated over the curve of your hip, breaking your kiss to croon, “We’re here tonight, dove… and that’s enough.”

“Loki… please stop…”  You fisted his shirt, pulling at the buttons until his muscular torso was under your fingers, strong and solid.  Pushing the plaid cotton off his shoulders, you let your nails drag over Loki’s naked back as you shifted your hips, subtlety be damned. He took the hint.  Nipping a trail over your tummy, Loki kept his eyes on yours as he shucked your shorts, snorting, “No panties?  Naughty!” “If that’s naughty, Loki, then what you’re doing to me is positively evil.” That made your lover grin, his eyebrows lifting in a wickedly Grinchy smile before caressing the inner skin of your thigh with his clever mouth.  Slithering closer to your center, sweeping his tongue in swirls, you couldn’t help the excited shiver he created.  It was enough to block out the terrible song now that you had something more arousing to hold your attention. Using those long, deft fingers, Loki parted your folds with a murmured moan, “You’re so wet, darling.  Maybe you like this song more than you let on?” A curse for him and his rotten taste in Christmas music died in your throat as Loki connected to your sacred skin through a carnal kiss.  Those strong forearms ensured that your knees stayed open wide as his tongue tasted, teasing your clenching cleft, humming with appreciation at your body’s response.  Circling your clit, sucking gently before changing direction and licking your lower lips once more, Loki had you teetering on the cliff of climax in minutes.

Your stomach tensed, ready for release.  Delicious waves of orgasmic bliss were pulsing through you, needing just a touch more friction, a little more pressure in order to crash over you.  Gasping out incoherent whimpers, fingers ruffling Loki’s dark hair, you can’t fight the neediness that he’s created in you. It just feels so incredible, something Loki knows you’re enjoying, “Like that, darling?” Passion clouds your vision as your desire crests, unfulfilled, “You know I do, Loki…” Fingers slide sensually through your slit, his bright eyes on you, “How much?  How much do you like it?” Shaking your head, still foggy with needs unmet, “So much, baby.  I love making love to you so much.” Bumping against your swollen bud, pressing down firmly, Loki begins using his hands to entice you towards ecstasy.  Two fingers enter you easily, delightful, sure, but not as filling as Loki’s hard member.  Reaching for him, you want to lose yourself in loving and being loved by your space god, “Sing for me, dove.” Beseeching you breathlessly, Loki’s hand stills, keeping you at the fringe of falling apart.  Waiting for your reply impatiently he asks again, “Sing, please.” “A song?” His reply is a shake of his dark head.  Slowly, smoothly, Loki withdraws his fingers, only to press them into your yielding flesh once more, “Yes, my darling.  Sing my favorite song!”

Sucking a bruise onto your inner thigh, those fingers of his spreading your walls, the exquisite pressure on your straining clitoris.  Any one of these distractions would have been hard to concentrate through.  Experiencing them all together?  Overwhelming.

And that’s the excuse you would use to explain what happened next.  “The party’s on… The feeling’s here…” As soon as the words left your lips, Loki’s attention resumed in earnest, “That’s it, dove!  Keep going!” “That only comes, this time of year… Ah!  Loki!” Loki watched you lustily.  Your eyes half closed, legs splayed lewdly, a nervous grin on your face.  He never wanted you more.  Slipping out of his jeans, wasting no time, Loki guided his hardened cock into you with a satisfying sigh. Your response to his abundance?  “Oh shit, Loki!  Yes!”  Snapping his hips against your pelvis, iron banded arms clinging to you, Loki stuttered, “I don’t hear you singing!” “We’re simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!”  How many times did you repeat the chorus?  Hard to say.  It became a mantra.  A thing to chant in time with everyone of Loki’s deliberate and deep thrusts. This time, when you felt the familiar stirring of your satisfaction, Loki didn’t stop you.  Encouraging you with a soulful kiss, his stroke surging in time with Paul McCartney’s crooning, you came apart in each other’s arms with a smile.  The song started again and you couldn’t stop the giggles from bursting out of you, “What’s so funny, dove?” “You said you could make me like this terrible, horrible, awful song.” Sitting up and taking you with him, Loki chuckled as he kissed your hand, “Hey, don’t make fun of the best holiday song I have ever heard.”  Pulling your new blanket around the both of you, “I still hate it, but-”

“But?”, his eyebrow arched in surprise, waiting for you to continue.

“But I don’t hate it as much.” Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, playfully ribbing you, “Do I have to force you into having another Wonderful Christmastime?” Biting your bottom lip, you returned the favor by sweeping a stray lock of Loki’s black hair over his shoulder, “Babe, you could make crazy, insane love to me each day and every night… and-” “And?”  Kissing Loki lightly on the nose, you stood up on shaky legs and started towards the hallway.  At the entry way you turned back letting the blanket fall to the floor, “-And Wonderful Christmastime would still suck.”  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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AGREEEE, WORKING OVER THE WEEKEND IS THE WORST esp since im in uni full time and i work 9-5 on the weekends which means... no breaks for me ever.. 🥲

MASSIVE CRUSH ON OIKAWA OMGGG I SUPPORT THIS!!!!! but i am unfortunately much older than 15 and still enamored by 2d men 😔 life’s rough like that HDJWKDJ YES ATSUMU CAUSES PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE.. HES THE WORST!! btw.. ive heard that the oikawa to atsumu stan pipeline is very real... so if u get to s4.. u may develop atsumu brain rot like me 👁_👁

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ahh ok thank u for the reccs, ive been thinking about starting demon slayer too!! shoplifters sounds really interesting :oo crime??? i havent watched a full movie in a while so i will def check it out!! THESE R ALL GOING IN MY NOTES APP.

NEXT YEARRR omg it sounds far away but i know time passes so quickly nowadays so I WILL WISH U LUCK ONCE AGAIN 💛 i hope u update us when the time comes!!

UGHWHHD EVEN THIS SYNOPSIS IS MAKING ME MISS UR WRITING?!? I LOVE THE WAY U WORD IT... “given a choice to pretend, you find that jaehyun is the lesser of the two burdens to bear” AHHHHHHH omg “he’s in a relationship and doesn’t rlly care about the soulmate system” THIS IS ALWAYS SUCH A PAINFUL SCENARIO IN SOULMATE AUS PLSS!!! Wait is the soulmate of yn gonna be an oc/vague character or another member :O EITHER WAY... PAIN! THIS IS GETTING ME SO EXCITED AND U HAVENT EVEN MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT JAEHYUN’S LIKE IN THIS FIC YET

RUNWAY CHARACTER CAMEOOOS YESS I LOVE RUNWAY YN!!!! i actually reread it last night and ugh i was reminded how much i love yns personality... just the process of experiencing all tht self doubt with them!!! so real & makes u root for them :’)

“if jeno plays edward i need him to that apple scene like taemin did” WHHHHHWJDJJWJDBW THIS MADE ME CHOKE ON THE WATER I WAS DRINKING LMFAO

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“gets complimented on his lyricism often but like every song’s about you” STOPPPPP HES SO PERFDCT FOR THIS TROPE!!!!!

OMG I SEE EXACTLY WHAT U MEAN ABT SICHENG IN ROYALTY/CHAEBOL AUS... i think like u said it’s because of his poise & the way ppl are generally in awe of him but also bc of his reluctance to open up!! more reserved until he trusts u... funny and kind but sometimes perceived as aloof... those r some prince tendencies! “what are corporate businesses but modern day kingdoms” LMFAOOWJDJ SERIOUSLY THO

“mans really said i will not give you any onscreen idol personality to work with” HDJWJDJWJSJ LITERALLYYYY this is why i have trouble reading jaehyun fics sometimes bc sometimes they can feel “inaccurate” but its mostly just bc there’s no Standard Personality Stereotype to go off of. but a random & uncommon trope i think he’d pair well with is exes to lovers!! Yes im basically just a jaehyun + angst advocate.

“i think most of them would pair well with bff2l??” FACTTTTTTT and no im not just saying this bc its one of my favorite tropes.. heh... i think i told u this before?? but ur like the main reason i started enjoying e2l!!! i didnt like it before bc i love the PINING in bff2l but then i started reading ur works n was like OH SHIT! THERES LOADS OF PINING HERE TOO...

i think yangyang is not bff2l or e2l, he is in his own category which is Annoyer2Lover HDJWKDJ ex: troublemaker, wasted nights

OMGGGG I DID NOT EXPECT ROYALTY AU TO HAVE SUCH A LARGE LEAD IN THE SURVEY??? and cryptids is so low 😔😔 cmon guys, vampires r fun!!!

WE R LITERALLY WRITING ESSAYS TO EACH OTHER RN BUT I LOVE IT 🥺🥺 its a such a nice break to read ur response when im burnt out from studying!!

OMG IM GOING THROUGH #moonwrites AND IM LITERALLY AN IDIOTTTT IVE BEEN OFF TUMBLR FOR SO LONG I DIDNT REALIZE THAT ROMEO ROULETTE HAD A PREVIEW OUT????

“And I get what out of this?” “Me?” IM IN LOVE WITH THIS CHARACTERS PERSONALITY ALREADY LMFAOO

“—and when this whole game you’re playing is over, you’re going to say I rejected you.” ?!?!???? THE WAY JAEHYUN IS A LITTLE SHIT! THEIR PERSONALITIES ARE BOTH SO FUN PLSJWJDJEJ IM MORE EXCITED NOW!!

pls disregard the part in my last ask where i asked abt romeo roulette.... i had no idea all of the information i needed was sitting right in front of me 😔😔

- tata

WHAT 9 TO 5 ON EVERY WEEKEND???? the system has failed you this honestly feels like a villain origin story 😭 when does it get better???

ALSO let me answer the other asks separately for better readability lol we really out here writing essays GOOD THING i have practice writing but like. this is infinitely better to write 🥰

PLSSS SOMETIMES I WILL SEE AN EDIT/TIKTOK OF OIKAWA AND BE LIKE DAMN I REALLY NEED TO CATCH UP I MISS THIS MF also are you daring me to ruin my life for 2d men bc i will do it without hesitation. wait till i watch hq again and get that atsumu brainrot with you he seems annoying enough for me to like ^_^

AND YES PLS I WAS SO ABSORBED IN IT!! extracurricular was the most gripping show i’ve watched in a while like yes enough teen romance give me two unhinged teenagers doing crime 🤩 AND OMG??? THAT’S WHERE WE SAW HIM TOO and although niragi was literally vomit-inducing human trash, sakurada dori is like. a good actor. except i hated coffee&vanilla which starred him it was literally so cringe i couldn’t 😭 i blame the writers for that though. IM EXCITED FOR S2 OF ALICE IN BORDERLAND THO i really like horror (and i can tolerate gore if ive been desensitized enough) and like i read the manga too!!! the games were really interesting (although morbid).

😭😭 MY NOTES APP IS FULL OF RECS FROM FRIENDS ALL OF THEM HATE ME FOR NOT WATCHING THE SHOWS BUT LIKE. i binge 3 or 4 at a time and strike them off and then go 6 months without watching a single tv series hhh.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I SURE WILL UPDATE !!! it’s so exciting to think about grad school sometimes :33

AHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT AND THE PREVIEW TOO SGSDJKDS there’s a few differences in the actual fic i think bc i changed up the language (and i dont remember what else bc i refuse to look at my writing) JAEHYUN RLLY IS A LITTLE SHIT he’ll be like hm yeah im pretty chill :) and then proceed to beat yn at her own game at times. (she wins mostly dw) the fact that i made her soulmate cha eunwoo like girl if i were you i’d crash their relationship 🥱 (jk) but like. jaehyun too is 🤩 despite being dry af

ASDKDSKDS YOU REREAD ALL (ALMOST) 19K WORDS ??? IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THAT FIC SM AAAAHHH IM FEELING LIKE AN ACTUAL AUTHOR 🥰 i loved runway yn too they were like boss attitude with 20% anxiety.

LOOK JENO BETTER BE PULLING MOVES LIKE THAT TO IMPRESS THE GIRLS 😤 if he hits himself in the forehead with the apple, bonus points bc that was true comedy (as invented by taemin)

AND YES. LIKE I KNOW MARK HATED DONGHYUCK SO MUCH HE WANTED TO LEAVE SM BUT LIKE HE’S TOO NICE WITH EVERYONE ELSE 😭😭😭 i cannot picture him pissed off apart from that summer fight </3

thinking about dejun getting rejected by a girl he wrote a song for. rip brother.

IM GLAD YOU PUT THAT INTO WORDS BC THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS!!! he’s got all of these regal qualities but he’s still human ykyk so it makes for the most amiable person on earth 😌 i love this characterization of him!!

oof exes to lovers with jaehyun... i had a similar idea a while ago (with theme song sincerity is scary by the 1975) that i discarded bc i don’t think i’m cut out to write that 😭 (YET) so i will keep this is mind. u r so right about jaehyun feeling inaccurate bc it’s like he’s very mild in personality onscreen sometimes?? so him having strong personality traits makes me go 🤔🤔 that man is overreacting. (jkjk but like you get the idea)

WAIT RLLY OMG BC OF ME???? i would never enjoy e2l irl bc irl dudes are 🤢🤢 and if they annoy me i will end them. but in fiction the mutual pining and initial disgust at yourself for liking the other??? helllooo 🤩🤩🤩 especially if it’s in a romcom style <3 bff2l is also better in fiction bc if the relationship doesnt work out irl and the person become uncomfortable with me i will just get annoyed jskshdl

LMAO YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT YANGYANG HE’S JUST THAT™ DUDE skgkhs he feels like someone fun to hang out with but he would annoy you the whole time. also he is cute 🥰

AND EXACTLY!!!! IM HAPPY FOR ROYALTY AUS BUT CMON. LOOK AT THOSE VAMPIRE TEETH. feel like media ruined vampires for people 😔 

THIS IS SUCH A NICE BREAK FROM STUDYING HONESTLY!!!! im like working on two semi-large projects AND studying course and out-of-course material simultaneously so my brain is a little fried. thank u for this 😘

[bapyess1r]

Sunny Daze

WARNINGS: SMUT like a mf, cursing, angst

Pairings: best friend!Elena x OC, Sam x OC

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Chapter 15

Sunny’s POV

I stood in the bathroom, washing my body down with a washcloth in the sink. The shower in my motel room was less than favorable so I opted for a bird bath. As I washed my body, I began to think of how to talk to my best friend’s wife. My other best friend. I felt horrible. And I knew I should’ve called Elena the moment Nathan told me that she didn’t know where he really was. “‘Malaysia job…’” I muttered to myself, sourly, shaking my head. She was far from stupid. She was a journalist for Christ sake. And the fact that he never told any of us about Sam… neither did Sully… but you would at least think he’d tell her.

Once I cleaned myself up, I threw on a short plain black dress and a flowery blue sheer cover up. I needed a break from the dirty clothes. Luckily, there was a washer/dryer around and I gathered my laundry in a plastic bag to take them there. I slipped on a pair of sandals and grabbed my wallet and room key. I was going to go to a convenient store later; just on the next corner from here. If I was going to talk to Elena, I was going to need to get a little buzzed afterwards. I stepped outside onto the terrace and standing right outside my door, in nothing but dirty jeans and a tight white tank, was none other than Sam. He leaned over the railing, pressing his thumb into his palms as he looked down at the lit up pool water. He bore a look of guilt and exhaustion. His eyelids heavy and his shapely lips pulled into a slight frown. I blinked a couple times, admiring his strong back before remembering that he’d made me mad earlier in the day. He kept trying to send me away after we just had that conversation. I took a deep sigh before standing next to him, looking out at the city.

“You okay?” I asked. Regardless of how I felt, Nathan’s decision to push on to Libertalia weighed heavily on us all; even more so on Sam. His expression seemed to change at the sound of my voice. He turned to look at me with a smile.

“I’m better now that you’re here.” He said slipping his arm around my waist and pulling me close, kissing my cheek. I moved away from him and crossed my arms. He gave a shallow chuckle and scratched his head. “Did I do something?”

“Sam, you did it again. And we just talked about it at the tower. Just talked about it. Evidently we need to talk again. And in full this time. But first, I need to speak to Elena.” I said starting down the stairs.

“You hungry? We can talk about it over dinner… I was gonna go grab some food.” He asked like a hurt puppy. I looked back at him and nodded lazily before continuing to the laundry space.

“Don’t forget beer.” I called back to him.

After I tossed my clothes in the machine, I set a timer on my smartphone and went around the motel to find Elena’s room. Room 211. I stood in front of her door, bouncing on my tip toes as I knocked on the door. I bit my lip nervously as I heard the faint pitter patter of her footsteps from the other side. My heart skipped as I heard the door unlock and I think I stopped breathing. She opened the door with puffy red eyes and a tear stained face, already dressed in her pajamas to sleep. My heart broke as I looked into her big brown eyes and I couldn’t do anything else but throw my arms around her neck. It took a few seconds but she finally wrapped her arms around me and tightened her hold, her tears wetting my shoulder. I gave a deep sigh and tightened my grip too. “I’m so sorry- I know I suck, I know I should’ve called, I’m so shitty, I’m the literal worst-” I said in one breath and I could feel her laughing a little. A small smile crept onto my lips as she pulled away with a sniffle.

“You’re none of those things, Sunny. You’re fine. It’s Nathan.” She told me, wiping away her tears and inviting me inside. I knitted my brows as she closed the door and I sat at the foot of her bed, ready to listen. “First he lies about Malaysia and now he has… A brother….” was all she could say. She sighed as she sat with her back against the headboard, picking at her nails and chewing her lip, her gaze drifting nowhere in particular. I blew some air and gave a short head tilt.

“Yeah… Tell me about it…” I said resting on one of my hands as I crossed my legs.

“You mean you didn’t know either?” She asked me.

“Just Nate and Sully…” I shrugged. “I only found out when he called.” I said as she stretched out her short legs and crossed her ankles.

“I wonder what happened to him…” she said. I began to tell her the story of how Sam had gotten left in jail almost exactly as he’d told me; of course all whilst voicing my own thoughts and opinions. With every part of the story, I started to feel sad for him all over again. Thinking that maybe I should give him a break… “Jesus… that’s awful.”

“I know right… he’s lost so much of his life- fifteen years?! I was in a jail cell for three months and I was complainin’ like a mother….” I groaned. All my bullshit complaints seemed so trivial when I look back on it now.

“I couldn’t even imagine…” she mumbled. “But why would Nate lie about it? He could’ve told me…”

“I honestly don’t have the answer. I love my boy to death but sometimes he ain’t got the sense God gave a goose.” I said plainly and Elena burst into a giggle. I smiled. “I mean seriously, there’s a tree stump in Louisiana with a higher IQ.” She laughed a bit harder, slapping my knee and I joined in. It was good to see her smiling and not crying. After our laughter died, I began to pick out the leftover dirt from my nails as I spoke. “I’m not tryna make excuses for him at all. What he did was stupid...as hell. Sully and I both told him so. He wanted to keep you from doin’ the same thing I’m doin’. Sticking your neck out for someone you don’t know.”

“But he let you do it?” She questioned. I smirked.

“I’m not his world. You are. Can you blame him for wanting to protect this beautiful face?” I said, pinching her cheek. She gave a half laugh and chewed on her lip again. At that moment, I thought about Sam and what he might’ve been trying to do. I hung my head and rolled my eyes, shaking my head. ‘Goddammit…’ I thought. I looked up at her. “Listen, Els… I’m not gonna try to convince you to stay. And you know me. I’m not the best at…. consoling people. But what I can do is promise to look out for Nathan if it makes you feel better…”

She looked at me with a bit of fear shining in her eyes. “Has it really been that dangerous?” She asked me. I wasn’t going to lie to her. She deserved better than that. I had already lied to her so much already.

“It’s working it’s way up to be the closer we get to finding this treasure. And Sam’s so obsessed with it, all the near death experiences don’t even phase him…” I sighed, shaking my head, shivering as I thought about the couple of close calls I had all day.

“Nothing ever really scares you though.” She said and I scoffed with widened eyes and a nervous chuckle.

“Shiiit….. this trip might get me.” I laughed, scratching at the tip of my nose with my finger nail. “I almost fell out of the 4x4 hangin’ off a cliff this morning so….” She widened her eyes at me with a gasp.

“I’m sorry- what?” She exclaimed. I pursed my lips and gave a nod.

“That deadass happened… and I lost my cool for a minute. Kinda snapped at your husband.” I chewed on my lip and cocked my eyebrow. “If it weren’t for Sam actually, I would’ve quit…”

“So you trust this guy?” She asked. I shrugged.

“More or less. To be fair, I trust no man.” I smirked and Elena returned it. She knew what I was about and that’s why I loved her. Suddenly, my phone’s alarm went off and I groaned as I silenced it. “I would love to stay and chat with you some more but… I have clothes in the wash and a whole other conversation to have.” I said rolling my eyes, honestly not really wanting to leave.

“With who?”

“With Sam…” I said and she nodded, picking at the skin on her lips. “Much like another Drake we know, he has a tendency to protect me from damn near everythin’....” I told her as I stood and she just laughed.

“Yeah. That seems to be a common theme, huh?” She commented as she stood. I turned to look at the strong and beautiful woman before me as my hand touched the door knob. I was blessed to have a friend like her in my life. Lord knows she deserved better than all of us.

“I’ll be seein’ ya?” I asked.

“Perhaps.” She joked. I hugged her once again and left her room with a sigh. She had a lot to think about.

Sam’s POV

I walked down the street with a cigarette hanging from my lips, humming a tune as I carried a four pack of tall cans and a half and half pizza. All things considered, I was feeling pretty good. We had a lead and a damn good one at that. And I was almost positive Rafe hadn’t figured out where we were going yet. This talk with Sunny though… I know it’s been annoying to hear herself repeat to me that she can handle herself. And I understood that but the main reason was that I couldn’t have her hate me if things got “hinky”. I know what I’m like during the hunt and things were only going to escalate the closer we got to this treasure.

As I came around the corner, I noticed Sunny coming out of the laundry room. She wore a fitted black dress and a flowing blue shawl fell off of her shoulder. My heart skipped a few beats looking at her. To say that I was simply attracted to this woman was an absolute understatement. I called out to her, goofily grinning and raising the food in my hands. “I didn’t know what you liked on your pizza so it’s half pep half cheese.”

“Booo, no pineapple?” She smirked, taking the pizza from me as she climbed the stairs and I followed behind her, watching her hips work like a cat as I ash my cigarette. ‘Holy shit, what a woman…’ I thought as I bit my lip and shook my head. It should be a crime to look that good. I grunted as I pushed my legs up the steep stairs and into her room. “God, I’m so hungry, I could eat the north end of a south-bound goat.” She mumbled. I cackled. She said the darnedest things sometimes and I loved every second of it. “Did Nate say anything after I left?” She asked as she sat down at the head of the bed and opened the box, revealing a steamy, mouthwatering pie. The scent filled the room as I closed the door behind me and sat at the foot of her bed.

“Besides swearin’ all over the place and tellin’ me to go pack, not really no. I think he needed some space.” I said, kicking off my boots and sitting cross legged to face her. I pulled two cans from the plastic ring and handed her one before looking about for the ashtray. Without even looking, she picked it up off her nightstand and passed it to me. I smirked as I placed the butt in the mostly clean tray and she cracked open her can, sipping it gingerly. I watched her face as she poked her lip out afterwards with a nod. “It’s good?” I ask.

“It’s alright for what it is.” She said with a shrug. Then she did something that really got to me for some reason. She turned the can around in her hands to check the alcohol percentage. “It’s 10% though so if you drink it fast enough, you’ll be good to go.” I gave an earnest chortle as I sipped my own beer, my heart pounding. She was right. It wasn’t that great but it would definitely numb my muscles for the night.

“Now let’s see about this pizza.” I rubbed my hands together as a delicious scent crept through my nostrils. I picked up a pepperoni piece and held the wide slice in my hands. Sunny did the same, picking of a piece of pepperoni as strings of cheese held on to the cooked meat. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gave a satisfied moan, giving me a slight twinge in my pants. A smile pulled on my lips as I took a bite of my own slice. “Oh hell yes.” I grumbled with a mouth full of pizza.

“Hell. Yes.” She agreed as she ate. I chuckled and we continued to eat the whole pizza. That woman could put away some food. She was so small though; I wondered where it all went. Even with her cheeks stuffed with pizza, she was the most amazing person to look at. As she leaned back to let her stomach settle, I could see her chest heaving. And I watched for a moment, letting my eyes fall to her cleavage. I followed her collarbone over her petite shoulders and up her delicate neck; To her jawline, her perfect face (even with a few bruises and scrapes) and all over her sweet caramel skin. My heart stopped a tick when she looked at me with those big baby eyes. I remembered the way she touched me as we escaped the thrall of a fleet of Shoreline soldiers, the way she kissed me just before then, and how she fought so bravely in several fights before that. I couldn't bear something happening to this outstanding woman. And I know she didn’t like it but I would always try to keep her safe… I cleared my throat and picked up my beer before speaking.

“So… don’t hate me...” I began, taking a large gulp and closing up the box to sit it on the floor beside the bed. She raised a brow at me as she sipped from her can to wash down her food. “But I wanted to suggest something.”

“Oh no,” she sang with a smile. “What is it?”

“I think you should go with Elena… back home, I mean…” I treaded very lightly on this subject. Just as I had said those words, the smile on her face disappeared as quickly as it came.

“Samuel Drake…” she growled, gripping her beer tightly as she stood to pace.

“Hear me out-” I started, raising my hands defensively, scooting towards the edge of the bed.

“Sam, I am not leaving-” I cut her off, getting a little frustrated myself. She was being so stubborn. She was almost as bad as me. When I say I’ve met my match…

“Sunny, just listen to me for a sec-”

“No you listen!” She snapped. I shut up and gave a huff as I ran my hand down my face, letting an elbow and a hand rest on my knees as they bounced anxiously. I set off the bomb and now it was time to be blown to bits. “I want to be here, Sam! Not just for you, not just because Nathan needed me- I needed this adventure! You know what I’m goin’ home to after this?! Absolutely not shit! Not a damn thing but a shitty job that I wish I could just up and leave because I get no respect, harassed every day, and nothin’ but backhanded compliments from ignorant tools tryna grab my ass. I wanna die every day, Sam. Literally die!” She told me as her brows furrowed and her lips curled into a snarl. I could feel my face publicize a downcast look while she spoke. My brows knitted together as a sort of sadness took place in my eyes. “When I get called on a job, I am so excited to leave that shitty bar. And I hope the job lasts for months. Even if we don’t find anything, I’m grateful to just be gone. And then Nathan calls me to Italy… and I meet you. This scruffy lookin’ nerfhearder…” she chuckled towards the end. A warm smile crept onto my face at the Star Wars reference as she ran a thumb across my cheek. “And you’re… funny and really smart, a ridiculous flirt and strong in more ways than one. You’re everything a man should be… But you’re stupid. And you’re reckless as hell. And you wanna do every damn thing by yourself-”

“If I do it myself, no one gets in the way-” I replied, trying my best to get a word in but she wasn’t having it. She growled.

“But it can’t always be like that, Sam!” She snapped, cutting me off. Her hands waved about as she spoke. “W-What if you get caught in another trap- like you did today- and you can’t get out of it? What if you set something off and you end up drowning or impaled or blown up?! I like you way too much to let something like that happen to you!” She huffs and looks up trying to keep the tears at bay but her huff is strained in her throat and her eyes are starting to grow glassy, and all I want to do is hold her. Her lips trembled as I reached out to place my hands on her waist, knees parting slightly for her to stand between them. Nobody ever talked to me this way. Demanding… with confidence and slight authority… With this much worry...

“Sunny… I couldn’t forgive myself if anything or anyone hurt you. I just wanna protect you as much as possible. The closer we are to finding Avery’s treasure, the more likely we are to run into Rafe and God knows what he’d do to you-”

“I’m not afraid of Rafe.” She commented.

“I know, sweetheart… Nothin’ is gettin’ by you. And that’s one of the many, many things I like about you so much. And I’m sorry. I didn’t know life was that awful for you back home…” I told her as I hooked my hand under her thigh and pulled it over my leg so that she was straddling me. I let my hands massage her hips and cup the rounds of her ass for a moment as I looked at her. I snaked a hand around her neck and brought her forehead to mine. ‘But at least you’d be alive…’ I thought as our noses bumped into each other’s. “And I’ll be more careful, sweetheart…” I told her in a rough but very sincere tone. I kissed her in the crook of her neck. “I promise… I promise…” She let out a soft moan as I kissed a trail up and across her neck to kiss her cheek, wiping away a single tear with my thumb. “I’m sorry…” I whispered as my breath danced about hers. Her soft, small hands wrapped around my neck; One playing with the curls at my nape. She tugs on them lightly, pulling my face away from hers for a moment to stare into my eyes.

“Don’t leave me again, Samuel Drake…” she shivered as I ran a hand down her back gently.

“I won’t…” I gasped as she pressed her velvety lips on my neck, kissing each bird tattooed in a flock on my neck.

I pulled the shawl down from her shoulder, placing hot kisses there. I tightened my grip on her as she worked her way up to my ear, nibbling on it carefully and I let out a shaky moan. Our lips crashed together and all my worries disappeared for a moment. The kiss was hungry and greedy on my part. I wanted her. I needed her. But I was seriously mistaken when I thought that I was the only one in control of the situation. She slipped off her shawl and dug her fingers into my hair, kissing me back with unrelenting passion as her hips rolled in my lap.

I betrayed myself with a moan as she forced me down on the bed. ‘Holy shit…’ I thought as she marked my neck and chest with sucks and nibbles, leaving behind a trail of pink and purple bruises as she went. She pulled at the hem of my tank and I helped her pull it off me as her hands fiddled with my belt. She made short work of it and I sat up a moment to touch her but she pushed me back down again. A surprised twitter of laughter left my throat as she continued to place kisses down my stomach. Her fingers ghosting over the scars from when I was shot. My breathing hitched under her electrifying touch and she began to undo my jeans. I had to say, it was new to me that I was the first one to be undressed. I wasn’t used to it but I damn sure wasn’t complaining.

I let my hands roam under her dress, slapping her ass as I did and she gasped, being caught off guard. That was my chance. I sat up again and lifted the dress over her head quickly, her breasts falling freely in front of me, revealing an elaborate under breast tattoo. I groaned at the sight of her, cupping them roughly and massaging my thumbs into her nipples as I placed vicious kisses across her chest and between the valley of her breasts. She let out a sweet sigh as my hips bucked up into hers and I could feel myself growing ridiculously hard beneath her. She moved her hips a little eagerly, trying to get more friction but all that made me want to do was fuck her sooner. But I couldn’t do that just yet. I wanted to take my time with her. I swiftly picked her up in my arms and flipped her on her back. A big satisfied smile crawled across her face as I hovered over her, rubbing myself against her center. I smirked when I leaned down to kiss her again, her tongue darting over my lips, begging for entrance and I let her in. My teeth dragged along her bottom lip and I let myself drag a kiss over her chin and across her jaw, leaving wet kisses over her throat. I let out an amused chuckle as I felt the vibrations from her moans on my lips.

My hand slipped down between us and I could feel her wetness through her pink lacy panties already. She was making it very hard for me to take this slow. I let my fingers slip past the hem and she bucked her hips the moment I laid a single finger on her drenched slit. She began rocking her hips against the heel of my palm but I pushed her hips down with my free hand and picked up the pace myself. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed as I brought her to the edge, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Just when she thought she was about to let go, I stopped with a sadistic grin on my lips. I brought myself to my knees and pulled her panties down over her legs, a string of wetness clinging to the fabric and my mouth watered. I massaged her inner thighs, my kisses leaving bruises the closer I got to her dripping cunt. Finally, I realized that I was only teasing myself and licked a long stripe with the flat side of my tongue.

She let out a long shivery sigh. I grinned as I made out with the lips between her hips for a while, lapping up the juices as they fell. I sucked on her clit rather roughly as I snaked my arms under her hips to keep her in place and she took hold of my hair, tugging on it with need. I growled into her and the tip of my tongue teased her so. My name was hot on her lips as I worked. I brought her close to the edge again and pulled away with a laugh. She didn’t seem too amused. She growled and slammed her hands into the mattress as I stood to pull down my jeans. Just as my cock sprang from my confines, rock hard, standing pink and veiny, Sunny sat up and wrapped her small hands around it. My knees almost gave out at the sudden contact. She took the opportunity to switch positions and now I sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands glided up and down my member so skillfully before her tongue met with my tip, leaking pre cum. She sucked at the tip a while before taking me whole in her mouth. The groan that tore from my throat was a little louder than I meant for it to be. “Jesus, sweetheart…” I managed to say as she made me a moaning mess. Her tongue dragged along the underside of my cock as she caressed my balls gently and it took everything in me not to cum right then and there. Just as that burn began to swell in the pit of my stomach, she ceased any further stimulation and kissed the tip with a cheeky wink. ‘Fuck…’ I thought with a massive huff.

She climbed my body like a tree, kissing her way up to my lips and I caressed her face gently. My member graced her slit ever so lightly and she moaned into me, basically teasing me as she rubbed her wetness onto me. Then she took hold of me, easing herself down onto me with an erotic sound escaping her lips. The words “please ride me” left my mouth before I could even think. And with that she began bouncing on top of me. I left my hands on her hips to give her more stability as she pleasured herself with my cock. My heart was about to rip out from my chest, it was beating so hard. I tried picking up my hips to meet her bounces but she placed both hands firmly on my chest and began to ride me into the night. I was seeing stars as she looked down at me. I reached out for her face as she rolled her body on mine, our moans mixing in with each other’s like music as she slowed down. I growled into her mouth as my hand came in harsh contact with her ass again and she gasped. “Bend over the desk, baby girl.” I told her in a low commanding tone. For once she did as she was told and sauntered over to the bare desk, wiggling her ass at me a little as she rested her palms flat on the wood. That’s when I noticed the tattoo of Japanese characters lined down her spine. That was enough motivation to get me going again.

I walked over to her, lifting one of her knees onto the surface of the desk, making her back arch perfectly. I slapped her ass again before driving into her roughly. My thrusts were needy and wanton as I rested my chin on her shoulder, grunting animalistically in her ear as the pitch of her moans grew higher and higher. I pressed her hips down into the desk as I felt myself hit her spot. And I knew I did when she squealed. I couldn’t stop. My name sounded like a prayer coming from her as I drove into her like mad, hitting that spot for her over and over again. I was nearing my end too. As she cried out, I felt her walls tighten around me and I let out an audible noise of satisfaction as that burn swelled in me again, spilling my seed deep into her as I let her milk me dry. I slowed my thrusts as a thin sheet of sweat appeared on my forehead. I was heaving as I rested my head on her shoulder and she laughed in exhaustion. ‘Best….sex….ever.’ I thought with a laugh of my own as I pulled out from her. She turned around and held my flushed face in her hands before placing a long, meaningful kiss on my lips. All I could do was smile and pull her close.

“I left my clothes in the dryer…” she chuckled. I snorted.

“That’s what you’ve got to say after we just…” I joked and she cracked up with the sweetest laugh. “I mean really. That was some pretty damn good sex and you just…” she laughed even harder and the beautiful smile on her face made me want to kiss her again. “You go get cleaned up, I’ll grab your clothes.” I told her, pushing her short curls off her forehead so I could press a kiss there. Then I pressed one on her cheek and the side of her neck with a pleased smile before gathering my clothes. I put on my jeans, not even caring about a shirt and rushed to get her clothes so that I could go back to her. When I came back, she was wearing that black dress again, curled up over the top of the comforter. Her eyes heavily lidded as she tried her best to stay awake for me. I smiled at her and set her freshly cleaned clothes down in a nearby chair before jumping on the bed next to her.

“Are you sleeping here tonight?” She asked me tiredly as her lashes fluttered over her cheeks. I nodded, stroking her curls and wrapping her small frame in my arms.

“If you don’t mind…” I replied. She gave an incoherent response as I watched her pass out in my embrace. I turned off the lamp beside the bed and just watched her sleep in the glow of the moonlight. I took this time wanting to remember every detail of her, knowing in the morning that she’d hate me for what I was about to do...

[starcityhq]

Star City Police Department Report

CASE NUMBER 530320004 11/14/2018

On November 11, 2018 at 1902 hrs, I was dispatched to West 102nd St in reference to a tip of unlawful mutant activity. Upon arrival of OFFICER KAREN HEINZ #537 and myself via our shared squad car, we met with LAURA KINNEY (MF, DOB: U/K). Kinney was uncooperative and would not respond to numerous questions regarding the allegations. I immediately called for back up. Other voices were heard within the residence making threats and with reasonable belief that danger was present, Ofc Heinz and myself entered the residence. Two unidentified subjects approached and engaged in hostile behavior by taunting our safety, prompting Ofc Heinz to give verbal instructions for the subjects to stop and put their hands up. The subjects did not comply. Before he could issue the instructions a second time, Kinney made an aggressive forward motion with her fists lifted and Ofc Heinz deployed OC spray.

I assisted my fellow officer in subduing Kinney. A fourth suspect now known as JOSH FOLEY (MM, DOB: U/K) the alleged perpetuator of mutant activity in our original tip, came between Ofc Heinz and Kinney. Due to immediate danger to Heinz, I deployed my duty issued taser and successfully subdued Foley. As I was handcuffing him, I heard the sound of a gunshot. I was unable to see what happened as I was securing Foley, but once I was able to look up I could see that Kinney had a entry wound in her side. She was still on her feet. Backup arrived and secured the residence. The remaining mutants were taken into custody with Foley and Kinney. The scene was turned over to ARGUS and is being processed as a crime scene.  

Four suspects are being held at Union County Jail without bail. Their hearing is set for Friday.

JOSH FOLEY, MALE

MUTANT DOB: UNKNOWN

RESISTING ARREST WITHOUT VIOLENCE

USE OF UNLAWFUL FORCE/ABILITY/POWER

LAURA KINNEY, FEMALE

MUTANT DOB: UNKNOWN

RESISTING ARREST WITH VIOLENCE

USE OF UNLAWFUL FORCE/ABILITY/POWER

AGGRAVATED BATTERY OF A LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER

AMOS MCCOY, MALE

MUTANT DOB: UNKNOWN

RESISTING ARREST WITHOUT VIOLENCE

LANA GOMEZ, FEMALE

MUTANT DOB: UNKNOWN

RESISTING ARREST WITHOUT VIOLENCE

Reporting Officer: OFFICER CODY HENIZE #277 SWORN TO and SUBSCRIBED BEFORE ME this 14 day of NOVEMBER, 2018. Notary/Law Enforcement Officer: OFFICER JADA CHAN #416 Supervisor Approval: DEPUTY CHIEF ORLANDO HERON #545 Date: NOVEMBER 14TH, 2018

[evansencezz]

--⇧⇧ DRANK HIS SOUL TONIGHT ⟱⟱--Ace evergarden x Yandere Kacey

⭅ Notes: hell nah what the fuck, yandere Kace, Kace’s gender is up to debate, Kace could be a boy or a girl or non-binary, Kace’s gender is up for the reader to decide, still gonna use all pronouns but whatever, Ace is a litteral godess, she wanders around in a human body though and pretends to be a adventurer, takes place in the 60’s, old school, blood, murder, mainuplation, Ace is smart, Ace isn’t falling for this mf’s shit, emotional mainuplation, pining, knife use, death threats towards relatives, obession, Kace is fucking insane, sadist Kacey, crying, bipolar Kace, mentions towards getting off, sudical thoughts, sexual undertones, bondage, non-con kissing., mentions towards ties to the mafia or gangs, murder, swords, crutetly, fear.

⟰⟰ TW: in no way am I using this to justify or romanticize yandere or obsessive behavior. this is half of a vent for me and purely putting my own ocs through hell. Please seek help if someone you know is acting like this towards you, it’s not okay at all. ⟱⟱

Kacey blushed violently when Ace stood right infront of them. Her long blue hair, her cold brown eyes, and more importanly, the scowl that covered her face. God, she was so hot.

“What the fuck do you think your doing?” She hissed, glaring at the same heighted former.

You see, Ace was just going about her bussiness, helping townsfolk who needed simple things. That’s when she heard of someone who had been watching her. She hadn’t believed it at first, but ever since she’s been seeing snipts of brown hair peek out from around corners. And bright magenta eyes with heart pupils staring at her.

She finally had enough, thus, here we are now. Kace shook and tried to hide the rush of heat that went to their face.

“I..I um..I really just like you..” They confessed, or more like blurted out.

The blue-nette’s expression shifted into one of confusion mixed with disgust.

“So you had to basically stalk me?! You could’ve just-!” She spoke but quickly got cut off.

“No!! I couldn’t just come up to you!! You don’t understand!” He said, eyes peeking towards her.

“Everytime I tried to, these stupid fucking morons would pull you away! Can’t you see, Ace? They don’t want you near me..they hate me.” He spat out, annoyance dripping off at mentioning the townsfolk.

The ladder took a few steps back. The towns people had only said that he had a history of becoming obessed with people. People that more spefically, had no intrest in him.

“Ace, please! Don’t back away from me! You’ll be just like the rest of them if you leave! And I..No, your not like them. I know it..” He begged before his hands moved away from his face and drifted to place infront of himself.

She still kept moving back, hands slowly drifting towards her sword that was attached to her right side hip. It was still in it’s selth, sure, but as soon as this obessed manic made a move towards her, their head would be clean off.

“Just hear me out…please..what if we just leave this place behind, huh? Just me and you..Ace..I know your a godess and could make it happen if you had the right encourgement!” They said, now stepping forwards.

“Stay back.” She simply said, hands now gripping onto the tucked away weapon.

Ace may have appeared calm on the outside, but a millon thought’s were racing through her head. How did they know she wasn’t human?! She made a concuis effort to hide it, and no one would know any better!

The obessed manic infront of her stumbled slightly before still moving forward. She really didn’t want to hurt a innocent, or by what she’s seen so far, an insane human. I mean, they hadn’t hurt anybody, from what she had heard or atleast seen.

“Hey, what’s your name?” She asked, trying to steer the conversation away.

The girl infront of her seemed to fall for it as she smiled brightly and her eyes showen. The godess couldn’t help but find it slightly distrubing. Had no one asked them that before or something?

“Your asking me?! My name of all things??! It’s Kace- actually no, the full thing is Kacey, but you can call me anything you want! ✢♥︎~” She said, blush coming back in full swing.

She also resisted the urge to drool. Ugh, the way Ace’s hips moved just when she moved the slightest bit. The way she looked at them. Now that they thought about it, they wonderd what color her blood was..

“Um…alright…so uhm…how old are you..?” Ace asked.

Kacey thought it was cute how the pretend human infront of them tried to stir the conversation away. They grinned and took a few quick steps towards the blue-nette, making the other flinch.

“You know, your so cute and naive, for a god.” They cooed, leaning forward with their hands behind their back.

“Excuse me?” The ladder said, leaning back with both of her hands tightening on her sword.

She paled when the brown haired person put their cold hands on her forearms. She immeditly pulled away and unshelted her weapon, pointing it at their neck.

“Back up, right now!” She said, scowling and eyes glaring down at them.

Somehow, the other didn’t seem surprised at the action. Moreso, they tilted her head so the blade dug into their neck more. Sucessfully drawing blood, Ace gasped slightly and quickly pulled it away, still keeping it out and infront of her still.

“Aw, c’mon..don’t you wanna see me bleed, Ace? I know you do! You and me aren’t that different, no, we are practically each other!” He took a step back and raised both of his hands and arms out as if he was presenting something.

The godesses heart was racing and she frowned when the other got extremely exicted. Sure, she had adimirers in the past, but none of them went this far..

“I tell you what I think. I think your fucking insane.” She hissed, eyes narrowing even more.

The pink eyed male’s expression immeditly fell and his expression shifted into one of blankness. Ace would be lying if she said that didn’t scare her a little bit. His eyes turned cold and his mouth pressed into a straight line.

“Don’t be so basic, darling. Do you know how many times I’ve been called that?” He boredly said.

“Don’t call me that.” She immedtily said.

They blinked a few times before studying the girl again. How would they go about this? She wasn’t budging an inch. And if they tried to knock her out or even get close to her, they would die.

Well, not they wanted to live anyway, but still..Ace was the reason why they were still alive. Their savior, their god, their beloved, their darling.

And they’d rather end their life now then let anyone else have her.

“Why don’t you just stop it with your creepy hobby and leave me alone, yeah? I don’t love you.” The said girl broke the spacing out ones thoughts.

They frowned and took a small step closer, noticing how she tensed at that. They paused for a second. It was like..she was scared of him..

He took another step to test it and she tensed again. Oh my god, she was! How..adorable..a litteral godess was infront of him, pretending to act tough when she was terrifed.

“You don’t have to be scared, darling! I’m not going to hurt you, no, no, no, never!” Kacey said, smiling.

The brown eyed girl took a step forward this time and tilted her head so that it was like she was looking down at them. Her face remained calm even though her body was betraying her.

“I’m not afraid of you..and I never will be..” She said, placing the sword in the middle of her body.

Kacey eyed her and only grinned oddly.

“Not even If I mentioned Violet, into all of this?” He asked, tone sounding slightly mocking.

The weapon welding girl did a double take. Violet? How did he know about her?? She couldn’t die but she could get seriously injured.

“How do you know who they are?” She seriously asked, hands tightening to the point of turning white.

The brown-nette pretended to play innocent as their eyes lightened up. Their bottom lip stuck out as they pouted.

“Huh..? I don’t know what your talking about..” They mummbled.

Ace grumbled before looking away quickly and looking back at them. She didn’t want Violet to get hurt. Maybe there was no way she could get out of this..

“What do I need to do if you NOT to lay a HAND on Violet?” She nervously asked, biting her bottom lip.

They seemed geniuley amused by this as they tilted their head back and laughed. Once they stiffled it to be more quiet, they had an expression of mock empathy.

“Oh really? Your that desprete to protect her?” They asked, snickering slightly.

Ace tensed and her eyes still locked onto their darker ones.

“I’ll tell you what I want, though, I think it’s quite obvious..” They said, slightly dissapointed.

“Just spit it out already.” The other woman spat.

“You.” She finished, smiling with her eyes closed.

Fake hearts floated around her and sparkles. The godess gulped and her hands became slightly sweating. No, there was no way..but..

“That’s all I want, Ace. Just someone to love me! I promise I won’t hurt anyone and we can live together and I’ll-I’ll give you everything you’ll ever need!” Kacey said, exicted and taking a few steps forwards her.

The non-mortal sweat-dropped and backed away. Was this really the only option she had? What if she agreed? A life with this manic?!

“Just have a open mind! That’s all I ask!..” He said.

The pretend to be human backed up and glanced behind her, should she run for it? It was near lunch time in the afternoon, and surely if she made enough noise someone would come to her rescue.

Ah fuck! What was she talking about?! She was a litteral godess!! She could mange it just fine!

“Look, if you lay a single hand on anyone, including Violet, i’ll never forgive you. And I’m afraid that I’m not accepting your offer.” She explained backing out of the alley almost fully before the brown-nette’s face changed again.

The sword welding girl flinched when he grabbed his hair and pulled at hit. His eyes became frantic again..

“No, no, no! Come on!! Don’t be like that! Stop trying to play tough, or hard to get!! It’s fucking annoying!” He yelled, face raising up and eyes staring her down.

Ace swallowed a ball of spit and then quickly selthed her sword. Before the other woman could react, she rounded the corner and ran away into the public streets.

Kace blinked a few times in shock before running to the corner of the alleyway wall. He slightly hung is body out as his eyes locked onto the woman who was fading away.

“I gave her a option..so she can’t get too mad at me for this, no?” They asked, frowning.

Were they upset she ran away? Yes. Were they going to find her? Eventually..running after her now would only cause concern. Plus, the people already hated them.

The plan they had in mind was brash, sure. Was it cruel? Sort of..they could be wayyyyy meaner though. She sighed before tucking her hands away in her pockets and stepping out of the alleyway and into the streets completly.

“Only if she had listened to me..”

Ace sighed and quickly shut the door to her house. Immeditly, her eyes started looking around for a head of blonde hair.

“Violet! Big sister is home!” She called out, slightly nervous.

There was a pause of silence before a sound of quick footsteps was heard. A girl, not older then tweleve peaked out.

“Welcome back Sis!’” She greeted, a smile painted on her face.

The older quietly breathed a sigh of relief before smiling at Violet. Not many would think they were related, mainly because of the different eye colors and hair colors the two had.

“Where were you?? Helping townspeople??” She curiously asked.

“Ah..uhm..yes I guess you could say that..” Ace replied, looking away slightly and trying to forget about the werid encounter.

The blonde blinked before lightening up. It was like she suddenly rembered something.

“Ah right! There was some knocking at the door before you came..they were pounding on it hard and I was scared…I peeked out a window and..there was a group of scary looking people..they were saying things like that they needed me to come out..” She mummbled.

Ace’s body immeditly reacted to that information. Could it be Kacey? Or Their friends?? Who were you fooling, there was no way they even had friends.

The brown eyed woman slightly leaned down and put a hand on her sisters shoulder.

“Listen to me. If they come back or someone does that even again while I’m gone..do not answer the door. Under any circumstances. If it seems like they are going to enter by breaking a window or the door, teleport out of there straight away.” She seriously explained.

The child in front of her seemed confused but nodded nontheless.

“But you know my Teleportation is still really weak and iffy-!” They protested, worried.

The taller girl sighed before pulling away and digging through one of her pant pockets. She shifted through it until she pulled out a teal chess piece looking object.

“Here.” She said, handing it to her sibling.

“If worse comes to worse, you can use this to contact me. All you have to do is clutch it and think of me and it’ll start glowing. I’ll be there in a minute, tops’.. When it glows, It’ll make a barier so the people or the thing trying to hurt you cannot touch you.” She said, crossing her arms to her chest.

Violet blinked before looking at the object. It wasn’t too small, medium sized at best. They saw it had arcane writing on it in tiny lettering but they couldn’t make it out.

They closed their hand and held it securely in there while nodding.

“Okay! Hey, let’s eat dinner together!” The blue eyed girl said while smiling with her eyes closed.

Her sisters eyes softened and she smiled slightly.

“Okay, let’s..” She agreed.

The next morning, Ace left Violet alone. She had to return to the same town that freak was suposedly from..needless to say, she wasn’t very exicted.

“Morning, Ace! Can you help us with something in the forest??” A girl with brown hair asked.

And another person beside her, had ginger hair. They were also slightly lifting a large chunk of wood behind them.

“Oh, yeah! Of course!” She replied, shifting slightly.

The trio apprantly just needed help with carrying some suppiles to a tent. They were suposedly sleeping in the forest for a couple days.

The pretend to be mortal would be lying if she said she wasn’t slightly paranoid.

“Thanks again, Ace. Your always helping everyone out.” The ginger one said, smiling.

“Ah, it’s no problem, really..” The said girl said, a little embrassed.

“Awwww, look Tara, she’s blushingggg!~” The brown haired girl cooed, teasing.

Tara laughed slightly before shaking her head. Meanwhile the blue haired girl looked away.

“Sorry, we can take it from here, see you!” They said in unsion, biding goodbye to her.

Ace waved and walked away. Her eyes flicked through the trees before tensing when her body jumped insectivly. She frowned and look to her sword sleth, her eyes weren’t glowing.

She paused for a second, completly silent. She couldn’t hear any twins snapping or breathing so she shook her head.

“It’s just paranoia, Ace..” She reminded herself.

Ace’s day went pretty normal, helping out other towns folk. She dusted her hands off once she put a box of merchandise down.

“Thank you so much, miss Evergarden. It means alot, ahaha!” The elderly male worker thanked her before laughing.

She merly shook her head again before looking at him. This man and her had been slightly aquainted before, just her helping him really. But she still thought of him foundly.

“It’s nothing, y’know..also, can you stop it with that ‘Miss Evergarden’ stuff? It’s embrassing..” She sighed slightly, tucking her hands in her pants slightly.

He laughed, sweat-dropping.

“Right, my apologies..” He said.

The both of them talked a little more before a customer came. Ace excused herself and took a small break from helping people. Well, that’s what she thought..

But then her eyes glew a bright teal and her body seized up. She immeditly turned away from the public eye and paled. Violet….Violet was summoning her..

Meanwhile, in the Evergarden household, Violet was tucked away in a closet. Her expression terrifed as she shakily held the summoning object in her hands. People were banging at the door and threatened that they would break it down. Immeditly, she ran and hid.

The blonde flinched when the sound of a door crashing could be heard from downstairs. She could only cross her fingers and pray that Ace would come soon.

“Spread out!! Find the kid!!” An adgronus voice called out.

A few pairs of footsteps could be heard spreading out at the command. The tucked away girl glanced towards the glowing object in her hands and she bit her lip.

“Hey, kid..I dunno’ if you can hear me or not, but your name’s Violet, right?” The same voice called out, upstairs now.

Their blue eyes shrunk and they slightly tucked away the glowing object so it wasn’t as bright. Their eyes shifted towards the door that blocked off the room they were in.

“If you come out, I promise, we won’t hurt you..you see, we just need to take you somewhere, we were orderd not to be rough..” They cooed, trying to draw the kid out of hiding.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she scowled. Like hell she would fall for that!

“Hey, c’mon..” They said.

The door to the room Violet was in opened and her heart sunk. She clutched the summoning object in her hand so hard she was sure she drew blood.

“Oh? Well look here..a closet..” They laughed slightly, slowly walking towards it.

Her dark blue eyes faltered for a second before they hardened. Ace would come. Ace would save her.

And as soon as the home invader reached out and put a hand on the closet door, a voice sounded across the room.

“Take another fucking step and I won’t hesaitate to have your disgusting head.” A vemonus voice scoffed.

A pause of silence covered the room and Violet resisted the urge to break it. She also really wanted to punch the person infront of her in the face.

“W-What?! It’s-It’s you!!” They said, disbelevingly.

Ace tiredly laughed, walking closer to them. Her appreance was smothered with blood and her eyes were tired yet razor sharp. Her sword was already out and pointed infront of her.

“Yeah, no shit. Now back away from the closet.” She sarcastically said before demanding.

The intruder paused before slowly backing away from the closet. The younger sister immeditly opened it up and slowly stepped out and backed into the corner of her room.

This home invader was old and brutish. Did he really think she wouldn’t be scared? He looked like a liar. And both of them hated liars.

The long haired sister quickly brough her now teal glowing sword to the back of his neck. Already drawing blood, he hissed.

“Who are you and who do you work for?” She bluntly asked, eyes revealing nothing.

“Wait, wait! I work for a group and someone hired me..! My name is Kaworu Eilin!” He rushly said, panicking slightly.

The sword pointing girl eyed the male below. She closed her eyes before speaking again.

“Who hired you?” She asked.

Kaworu paused before sorting through his thoughts. Should he tell her? His employer would kill him if they found out he leaked stuff. But this woman behind him wouldn’t hesiate to kill him right here, right now.

“Kacey….I don’t know her last name so don’t ask me..” He slowly said, eyes searching the ground

Ace paused slightly before faltering with the sword. Her face twisted into one of pure annoyance and anger.

“Well, you tell them to shove their jack off ass somewhere else. Before I shove this blade down their disgusting mouth and make them choke on it!” She spat out.

Both Violet and the kneeling male flinched at the harsh words. Ace sweat-dropped slightly at her meaning but didn’t take it back.

She quickly selthed her sword and went over to her sister. Her brown eyes were still focused on the male.

“Now, get the fuck out of here.” She said.

And just like that, blue energy floated around the man. He looked up in confusion before he floated up in the air. He started screaming before he was throwen out the window.

“Are you okay, Vi’?” She asked her younger sibling.

The blonde blinked a few times before nodding. Ace sighed and smiled slightly. It quickly fell though as she noticed the lingering fear in the others eyes.

“Hey, look at me…I’m here for you..and I always will be, I promise..” She said, holding Violet’s cheek.

“You promise??” They asked, tone hopeful.

The blue- nette smiled and closed her eyes.

“Yes, I promise.” She promised Violet.

Kace blankly looked down at the beaten up man infront of her. Her face showing absoutetly nothing. Had she hurt him? Yes. Was it deserved? Well..that depends..

“Kacey please! She was going to murder me-!”

“You’ll be lucky if you don’t walk out here half murderd.” They hissed, looking at him in disdian.

They fastly turned around, the sight of his face pissing them off. Their magenta eyes landing on a photo of their love….ah…she really didn’t have any flaws..

I mean, they knew that the godesses younger sister was her weakest point. But even that provided to be a simple block in the road for Ace.

There was no way in hell that she would agree to see them again. But, how would they bring her to them?

He scoffed and walked towards his spinny chair in thought. It span around when he plopped down on it.

“Mmm..” He hummed.

Ace didn’t seem to want to kill innocents..so what if he put her in a spot where she had no choice?? No choice but to hurt somebody..maybe the townsfolk.? But who was she really that close to in the town?

“Kaworu, I want you to montior my beloved for the next few days and see which towns people she seems the closest to, report back to me once your done.” Kacey said, spinning to face the hunched over man.

The brown haired older man paled slightly, probably half from blood loss. He paused for a second before nodding regretablly.

Shortly after, Kacey dissmissed him and he left. Now it was just them. They adimired the hundreds of photos they took of the non-mortal. The books they had about her, just dedacated to her.

They wanted to know more, they wanted to know absoutetly everything about her. Did the pink eyed person know it was wrong?? Sort of. But were they going to let some other surface level jockey have her?!

Absoutetly not. No, they wouldn’t allow it. Those stupid adimires of hers..no, none of them could compete. Not to Kace.

It just started as a curiousity as people mummbled about the wind godess coming back to the human world. And then nontheless, in a human form prehaps. And then, out of completly no where, Ace showed up.

Now did the brown-nette ever talk to her? No. Did she even know she existed? Probably not. But they just found their eyes following after her. And then they found themselves getting their rocks off to her.

The ‘wandere’ they called her. Atleast, that’s what most of the commoners called her. Kace found herself watching her more and more. Getting to the point where almost all of her day was soaked up by the older girl.

After a few months, Ace became her reason for living. Her only reason to live in this awful, corrupted world. There was nothing wrong with her for just wanting to have the godess, right?

‘It’s just a silly crush!’ They rembered telling themself. But the way the blue haired girl moved, the way she fought, the way she blushed at a little praise..

The way the obessed maniacs fasanation with the traveller grew, so it did with the wind godess. And then, over a time, it clicked. The werid little mishaps that happend with Ace, every time where she fought, it seemed like she was holding herself back.

Ace was the wind godess, there was no mistake about that. They were completly sure. And judging by the said girls reaction, they were right.

To have your beloved be a non-mortal being, hah…it was just magical. They read in books how their darling had an Ex husband. How he died, and left her alone to rot. And when she ‘died’ she became the wind god.

God, he wanted that fucking coward dead. Leaving his suposed wife to die out of what? Selfishness?

Was he holding himself back? Yes. He could just take the girl right now if he really really really wanted to. And believe him, he did want to do just that.

But he wanted the girl to love him. And pulling her away wasn’t the way to do it. Yet that seemed that’s what it was coming down to..

“Oh my darling..only if you weren’t so stubborn..” His whispered, condessingally.

After a couple hours of getting lost in his thoughts about the wandrer, Kace layed in bed. He tossed and turned, but when he thought about the woman he loved, he was able to fall asleep.

The oldest Evergarden family member sighed as she was out on the town yet again. Today, she really didn’t have any requests so she was just laying aganist a tree and watching fish skip in the water.

It wasn’t particularly hot out as it was only spring but she still had the top button of her shirt open anyway. Her body and health was actually starting to catch up to her so she was actually tired.

Just as she wss drifting off, a rather large boom was heard. She flinched hard and looked around. Her eyes were still slightly blurry but she could make out a green dome covering the entire village of where she had been helping.

It was slightly see through, so it was obviously made out of magic. But she groggily stood to her feet and stumbled around a bit. But then, she headed to the village quickly.

Screaming could be heard once she carefully snuck into the dome. The air was heavy, almost repressive. Her eyes looked around and she saw all of the towns people surrounding a specfic area.

She quickly rushed over and some people turned around.

“It’s Ace! She’s here!”

“Of course she would be!!”

“Miss Evergarden, it’s Mr.Toshi..!!” A specfic voice called out.

At the mention of the male’s name, she pushed through the crowd slightly. She almost got to the front as she saw it. The old man she had a somewhat bond with floating in the air as green chains binded his body in difficult positions.

But, what got her attention more than that was the male infront of her. He had a book and one of his hands was controling the chains. And of course, it was Kace.

The brunette looked towards the long haired girl and smiled widely.

“Ace, dear!! There you are!” He sang, joy in his annoying voice.

“What are you doing.” She asked, voice cold.

He paused for a second before tightening the chains around the old man. In turn, he groaned. Ace griminaced and bit her lip.

“Oh? What’s wrong, Ace? You seem..concerned..” They said, eyes wide and mouth pressed into a straight line.

She could break this magentic spell almost immiedtily but from the height Mr.Toshi was at, the fall could be fatal. She hung her head slightly as she searched her thoughts.

“Just stop!! Why are you doing this?!” A female voice rang out, Teran.

Kace’s attention vaguely drifted to them in mock intrest. They tilted their head slightly before smiling.

“You out of all people should know how I am when I don’t get my way, Teran.” They spitefully said.

“Okay but-Why here?! Why now?!” She frustratingly asked.

His eyes narrowed slightly and his face twisted in discomfort. Mr.Toshi on the other hand, had been upside down for a good minute.

“Why here and why now you ask?? Well, the answer is quite simple. Just ask Ace.” They simply said, closing their eyes and making a empethic expression.

Almost all eyes turned to the said girl. Confused and disblieving expressions were showen.

“Miss Evergarden..? You know something about this?” One of the townsfolk asked.

She turned towards them and her eyes flicked around. There was no way she was going to be painted as a bad guy. No way.

“I met Kacey before…but they said nothing of this stupid fucking plan.” She cursed, face turning back towards them and glaring.

The said male made a face of mock shook before ‘accidentally’ tightening the chains aganist Toshi. He groaned louder as he was tossed upright and downright a few times. Not to mention, he was also bleeding.

“Oh? You think it’s stupid? I disagree, though. Your here, aren’t you?” He pointed out, eyes staring into her soul.

She made a face and looked away for a second. She had to get him distracted enough so that she could free the older man.

“Obviously, didn’t I tell you not to hurt my sister?” She asked, hands drifting towards her sword.

Kacey blinked before laughing and almost dropping Mr.Toshi, making all of the commoners flinch. When he settled down a little, he grinned and it almost seemed like his eyee were glowing.

“Oh so it’s true! I knew my men failed in kidnaping her, and that one of them leaked information but seriously??! I can’t help but think your more resourceful then I thought.” He laughed before leaning forward slightly.

Ace scowled and before he could lean even closer he pulled her weapon out, sucessfully cutting the others cheek. They paused in shock for a little before the cut started leaking blood.

Then, she closed her eyes and almost without her knowledge her sword shifted into a bright teal. She moved with the strong breeze that carried her and opened her eyes to right before where all the chains were. She was in the air, sure.

Perks of her being the wind godess, she would say. She carefully cut them, but just enought to break them completly. Mr.Toshi watched in Awe before the thing holding him in the air broke and he screamed.

But before he was even halfway down, the wandrer basically zipper over to him and floated down to the ground. She landed gracefully and wobbly let down the man in her arms.

Almost immeditly, the other people rushed over to him. He didn’t have his walker or mobility aid so he was still extremely unstable on his feet.

“Take him quickly and get out of here, run if you have to.” The blue haired woman orderd.

Her eyes were a mix between a greeny color and still teal. Some of the towns people noticed this but theh didn’t habe time to question it. They all nodded and did as they were told, rushing away.

Once they were at a safe distance, Ace turned back towards the bleeding woman. Her eyes showed distaste and anger. Her cut on her face actually wasn’t as shallow as the other tried to make it.

They were slightly hunched over and the book they were holding was on the ground. But their own expression wasn’t one of anger, it was one of enamorment.

She paled and pulled back slightly, still holding the sword by her side. The marooned eyed woman smiled and a rush of heat covered her face.

“Ah! As expected, even my magic is no use for you..I shouldv’e just hurt Violet when I had the chance..” They mummbled that last part, covering their face and peeking through their hands.

“Excuse me? Your fucking lucky I don’t kill you right here, right now.” The ladder said, face twisted one into one of disgust.

The obessed one merly only smiled wider at the aspect of their beloved killing them. They had heart pupils and shaky eyes now.

“Yes, yes yes yesyesyesyes!!! Please kill me! I would die finally happy if you were the one to do it! Please my love! ♥︎~” They chanted before practically running towards the girl and grabbing face.

The said girl was taken aback before trying to move back, or more or less, move her sword. But it was like their eyes made her freeze and the grip they had on her was painful

“Come on, do it! You could just do it right here, couldn’t you?! You said it yourself!!” They frantically asked.

Kacey relized how cold the godess actually was, I mean, she had some heat since she was in a human body still. But if she wasn’t, would she feel like a cold body? She smiled and pressed herself aganist the girl even more.

“Do it!! I know you can! I believe in yo-!” She spoke but was cut off quickly.

“Stop it!!” Ace yelled, uncomfortable.

She pushed the same heighted girl away before reiling her back in by the neck. Her sword kissed the back of the other womans neck, digging into the skin slightly.

“Cut it out! I don’t want to see your stupid fucking mortal face anywhere! If your that desprete, why not just kill yourself?! Your disgusting! Stay away from me!!” She said, nails digging into the helit of her weapon, thusly making her knuckles white.

The younger girl blinked a few times before her eyes trailed back behind her for a second. Sure, they were surprised she actually snapped and was techincally hurting them right now. But the look on her face truly was cute.

Ace didn’t scare them. That was certian, and they knew that SHE KNEW that they weren’t.

“What am I even thinking? You couldn’t begin to understand my love for you. You can’t even understand my thought process, that’s why your scared of me.” They said, confident in their answer.

The brown eyed girl glared and dangerously pressed the blade deeper, blood now leaking gently down the others neck. The said other had a shiver crawl up their spine and resisted the urge to laugh or groan.

“I’m the wind Godess. You have no right to even think I would love you. My love is not for you, or any human for that matter. Your insane, obessed. Find someone else.” She hissed, glaring down at him.

They immiedtly broke out of their daze and pulled away from the sword yet again getting close to the girl. His expression was bland and emotionless.

“No. There’s no one else. It has to be you.” He said, his eyes seemed to become five shades darker.

The traveler griminaced when she noticed the small red stain on the back of his collar from the wound she made.

“What’s wrong, Godess? Don’t you wanna finish the job?” He asked, pulling down the front of his button up collar so he flashed his neck more.

The said non-mortal couldn’t help but turn slightly red at the male’s blood advances. She faltered slightly, her sword becoming loser.

This gave the man the advantage he needed as then he grabbed the girls slightly weaker wrist and this made her flinch. In turn, her sword faltered out of her grasp and fell on the ground with a clater. Now, she was weaponless.

Actually no, that wasn’t true. She could always just summon a weaker sword or use her magic but she seemed sort of out of it.

“W-Vernia! Come her-!” Before she could finish her call for the spirt incuding sword, Kace covered her mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah! Not so fast..” He cooed before cutting off her air almost comepletly.

Normally, she wouldn’t need air, but since she was in this annoying human body, her throat clogged up. Eventually, her vison started blacking out.

In a last ditch ever she tried to summon a small dagger. But before she could mummble the last words her vison went completly black.

When the blue haired girl woke up from her coma, she was tied up on a chair. Her hair was ruffled and her throat dry. Her body immeditly jolted and reacted before her mind could catch up.

“Oh my goodness! I thought you were knocked out for good!” They said, faking concern.

Ace’s head turned towards the voice and she frowned when they smiled widely. Their stupid grin seemed way more cocky now that she was tied up and pinned down

“Ah! Don’t struggle, dear. I don’t want you to hurt yourself!” They frowned.

The godess merly glared at them before scowling even more when the pink eyed girl grabbed her cheeks. Both of them squished together, her eyes softened without her will.

“You know, it’s almost fasanating that now I get to touch you more..not too much! You normally would’ve snappee by this if I was doing this normally.” They snickered slightly while adimiring her face.

The tied up girl didn’t give a reaction. Her mind was on other things. How long was she out for? And what about Violet?

“Oh please, don’t concern yourself too much. Your sibling is just fine, we haven’t even touched her since then.” Kace said nonchantly, shrugging slightly.

The ladder resisted the urge to let out a sigh of relief.

“Wait…how long was I asleep for??” She asked.

The other woman pretended to pause and think for a second. She turned around and held her chin in one hand. Her eyes searching the floor before she smiled and turnee back towards Ace.

“Around two days, I believe!” She cheerfully said.

“Two days?! Your insane! Let me go!!” Ace snapped.

Her eyes vaguelly glew and it was paler then usual. She tried to get untied by force but she was too weak to do so. It was almost like she didn’t even have her elemental power.

“Ah, wonderful! It did work!” They cheered, eyes sparkling.

The non-mortal perked up that slightly. One of her eyes closed and she sweat-dropped.

“What did you do…?” She asked, strained.

They snickered slightly before leaning closer to her. Their eyes sparkling with something.

“Oh, I just made the bindings around you distrubt any magic or elemental connections to your magic. So your basically powerless, or equivelent to a normal human!” They explained.

The ladder paled slightly and tried to move her head back. Well that was just great! How was she gonna get out of here now?!

“Oh stop worrying already! Are you really that concerned about Violet?! If you want, and if it’ll make you shut up about them I’ll make sure their cared for and feed!! Happy?!” They sneered and roughly grabbed the girls face yet again.

The other girl flinched slightly and held her breath.

“I said, are. you. happy?” They paused at the end of every word for dramtic effect.

Ace regretfully nodded, trying to please the kidnapper infront of her. His magenta eyes stared into her own eyes.

“Good. Now, stay here and behave..maybe i’ll let you see your beloved sister again if your really nice..~ ♥︎” He cooed mockingly.

The brown eyed ones eyes widened for a second at that before narrowing into deadly silts. Of course he has to bribe her, it didn’t matter. She would get out of here soon enough without this perverts knowledge.

She would regain her strength soon enough, just you wait. Her face twisted into one of mild discomfort as the other pulled away finally.

She wae distracted by that for so long that she didn’t notice how tight the bindings were. And how they has small symbols of magic lettering that sucessfully disabled her for a little.

“First step to getting to see her again, don’t look at me with such scorn, dear. It breaks my heart, really.” He said, backing away from her.

The traveler was going to respond but Kacey spoke again, cutting her off.

“Well, I have some bussiness to attend to, see you later!~☀︎︎” He said brightly before leaving and going away.

Now the left alone girl truly was, left alone. What would her sister do? She truly had failed. She was so confident that she coild kill somebody like this freak. But apprantly she couldn’t.

Was it her morales? Was it her sense of justice getting in the way?? Either way, this was all her fault.

Her own justice turned out to be her own demise.

END

[dragon-zena]

even More OC group chat shenanigans

HUGHES: Madena oh my god

ZI: jdndjdjdjjd madena you did NOT

MADENA: I TOTALLY DID IM SVDBDBHD

HUGHES: I hate this Madena wh

HUGHES: “considering that I am a gay,,,” LIKE

ZI: “half of us,,,are immigrants,,,and children and grandchildren of immigrants,,,,end it” like has your best friend ever

HUGHES: YEAH MY BEST FRIEND HAS EVER THEY DID IT TODAY YOU WERE THERE

MADENA: im sorry but like what did she expect complaining about gay people and immigrants to a nb bisexual with two parents from two different continents...like? Ok

ZI: let's debate sexuality when it's obvious that half the class are LGBT and the other half are bigots!!!

ZI: let's talk about “illegal” immigration when almost EVERYONE IN THE ROOM has a close family member that immigrated here!

HUGHES: RIGHT AND TBIS IS AP POLISCI NOT AP “DISCUSS HUMAN RIGHTS” LET'S N O T

MADENA: this is both the greatest and worst day of my life why did I SAY that dbdbdn

ZI: what u said was true and you should say it

MADENA: mnmerrg

ZI: mads ur literally iconic there are literally people talking about u being their hero I'm???

HUGHES: I can't believe the evil was thoroughly defeated in our third hour class today.

MADENA: theevilisdefeated.png

CAMILLA: Narla!

NARLA: Yeah?

CAMILLA: Friendly reminder that we have a game today uwu……….do u have what u need? You dint have ur knee pads last time

NARLA: Fuck, I honestly forgot my stuff. I'm probably gonna drive home and get them.

NARLA: And never say “friendly reminder” or use uwu ever again in my presence.

CAMILLA: You should let Zi bring you uwu

NARLA: Perish, you bitch. You bully. You scoundrel.

CAMILLA: ;^)

NARLA: Hey, Zi. Are you busy after school? I was hoping that I could get a ride home, today. I have to get my vball gear for tonight.

ZI: oh! Yeah! I'll be waiting in the car after school. Can i

ZI: uh

NARLA: ?

ZI: can I come watch you, tonight?

NARLA: I'm blushing so hard she asked to come watch us tonight.

CAMILLA: HELL YEA we need the support

CAMILLA: Not that we gonna lose but your biggest fan being there is gonna make u go into overdrive.........ur gonna beast out........

CAMILLA: ion know if the other team is gonna stand a chance

NARLA: PERISH, ASSHOLE.

NARLA: Of course you can come! :)!

ZI: !!!

CAMILLA: WELCOM TO MY F U CK HO US E

MADENA: we have banini...and avocaidi…

HUGHES: Perish

ZI: perish

NARLA: Perish.

MADENA: Oh worm? Permission granted?

ZI: MADS NO

HUGHES: N O

ZI: mmmmmMMMAAAAAAAAAAA

STEPHANI: God, same.

HUGHES: What's going on in Louisiana? ):

NARLA: They keep raising the prom fee as though we're made of money. Lmao.

JUSTINE: I mean, Narla will be fine, she’s actually made of money,,, but like, not many other people will be.

ZI: LMAO.

MADENA: Zi ):

ZI: im sorry im sorry I just

NARLA: I'll pay for you to go. I'll pay for any of you, if you need it. It's not like we're using it for much, at home.

CAMILLA: ,,, Narla,,, ur mom

NARLA: Irrelevant.

MADENA: godiwishthatwereme.png

CAMILLA: aight……………………..

ZI: id die for Narla but whatever

HUGHES: You're at her game, aren't u

ZI: …no

HUGHES: …

ZI: …yes

ZI: Hughes her thighs...her calves….me gay

MADENA: I heard gay what's goin on

MADENA: oh its just z nvm

ZI: thighs.mp4

ZI: look at her go!

CAMILLA: ive come from the court to tell u that you are Definitely in the wrong chat

MADENA: ho-o-oly shit

CAMILLA: i got her phone lmao y'all secrets safe w me

CAMILLA: just deleted those messages have fun in pineville bye

HUGHES: Isn't that actually a place in Louisiana

HUGHES: Cami?

ZI: she's back on the court but yeah it is

ZI: holy shit I owe Camilla my entire life im going to the T3 Group Chat

HUGHES: real paranoia hours

HUGHES: if u up alone at 3:10 in the morning

HUGHES: hearing things, seeing things, and overthinking ur relationships

HUGHES: slam that mf like

HUGHES: this is so stupid like wow I love. feeling this way. Fave. 10 out of fuckign 10 i lobe iy

HUGHES: I need tk pee but im svared tk adn no ones up i catn

CAMILLA: oh shit

CAMILLA: ok okay im up right now, I'm here right now, I need you to take deep breaths for me

HUGHES: catn’

CAMILLA: can I call u

HUGHES: yehh

ZI: oh no

NARLA: Hughes, are you okay, now? I'm sorry that I wasn't awake when you needed someone. ):

CAMILLA: they asleep rn but I think they r ok for rn

CAMILLA: has this happened before zi

ZI: not to this extent

ZI: sometimes he does focus extensively on everything around him and it makes him anxious

NARLA: Maybe this should wait until Hughes says that we have his permission to talk about this.

CAMILLA: yeah

HUGHES: last night was a shit show

HUGHES: my bad

MADENA: Are u ok now?

ZI: ^

NARLA: ^

CAMILLA: ^

JUSTINE: ^

STEPHANI: ^

HUGHES: Yeah thanks

HUGHES: Camilla made me take sleep medicine and i pretty much passed out soon after lmao

CAMILLA: Sleep > Being Awake lmao

MADENA: mood

ZI: ......everybody wants to be a cat.....

HUGHES: oh my god not again

ZI: aS quare witha horn makes u wish u werent born evertime he plays

MADENA: Oh A Rinky Tinky Tinky!

ZI: with a square in the act! u can set musci back! to the caveman days!

NARLA: Oh, a rinky tinky tinyk!

HUGHES: This is torture you’re all doing ths knowing it was my fave song to play in jazz band end me

MADENA:  👀 👀 👀

Narla: RIP...It was my fault, I wanted to watch The Aristocats.........

HUGHES: Perish, Narla Miaro.

NARLA: Fuck you, Hughes.

STEPHANI: atthepool.png

STEPHANI: shes so fuckgin beautiful shes wearng this bikini and shes like fuckign aphrodite or sme shit

JUSTINE: END THIS

JUSTINE: prety.png

JUSTINE: LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND SHE DESERVES THE WORLD SHES GIGGLIN

NARLA: God, can you imagine if I had let the two of you pine any longer than you did?

ZI: this is so gay and cute

MADENA: Justine where do u find ur swimsuits and Steph u look gorgeous end me please

JUSTINE: blush.png

JUSTINE: shes blushing ths is so cute

JUSTINE: Also i just got them at waly worl

MADENA: bless ur photogenic souls for telling me

CAMILLA: U do it for he

NARLA: And you would do it, again.

CAMILLA: You do it for she and now u say

NARLA: You do it for he.

HUGHES: One day is all I ask

HUGHES: Sometimes I forget that the moment Euthymia left the house for college, she changed from a subtle gay to a vindictive gay.

MADENA: God my sister is so fucking iconic mom was like “i dont support that in my house” AS THOUGH I DONT EXIST IN THE BOUNDARIES OF THE HOME BUT ANYWAY Euthymia shruges and is like “im not in your house so lmao watch this” AND KISSES AGATHA RIGHT IN F R O N T OF HER hhfkrk

ZI: im lauhing

HUGHES: Shes not at her mom’s house rn she came to bring something to me for Mads and she’s sporting an undercut and a lot of lgbt pride pins AND a lot of really clever enamel pins too i envy her

HUGHES: She??? Also has??? A scar on her eyebrow???

HUGHES: I ASKED WHY AND SHE SAID “YOU SHOULD SEE THE OTHER GUY”

MADENA: TELL HR TO STAY PUT IM C O M I N G I GOTTA SEE THIS

ZI: send a pic when u get there i wanna see

EUTHYMIA: inspiring my lgacy to be vindictive gays lmao

AGATHA: im lauhfing Zi just texted me and told me that Hughes called you a vindictive gay

EUTHYMIA: im so happy that im able to be ths way

EUTHYMIA: but i want them to wait until they’re super safe until they even think about following the near vicinity of my footsteps

AGATHA: you aren’t even super safe but i get wht ur sayin

AGATHA: I love you, Euthymia Nadine.

EUTHYMIA: I love you, too, Alaris

AGATHA: oooh my last name hot

EUTHYMIA: end it

HUGHES: That freshman is going to get in a fight this afternoon

MADENA: ?

HUGHES: sorry the thought just came to me

MADENA: Hughes,,,

HUGHES: I was right,,,,,,what the fc

ZI: oh thats like when Madena said something about ancient greec andt he teacher was like “nuh uh” but when he searched it up it was true

ZI: but Madena didnt know how they got it right it just randomyl popped up in their mind

CAMILLA: Physics can suck my asshole

HUGHES: Oh?

MADENA: *Hughes voice* oh, you haven’t heard?

CAMILLA: i die

HUGHES: I tutor in physics

MADENA: hes not gonna ask you to pay which is why u should

CAMILLA: I DONT CARE AS LONG AS I PASSED THESE FINALS WHATS YOUR FUCING PAYPAL

HUGHES: meet me in the PMs

MADENA: this is so fucking funny hey @Narla d o u need help with physics

NARLA: No.

MADENA: god i wish that were me

ZI: god i wish that were me

ZI: :0!

MADENA: O: twinsies

[estie-ellie]

this is a super extra fragmented story for my OC damien that i am trying to gift to katey, so if you see this katey, DON’T LOOK everyone else, if you’d like to give me feedback that’s cool.. i guess i’ll post my story notes first so if you care to read you’ll know what the section is for????

so, this started out as a final retelling of how my oc damien and katey’s oc maggie met. we’ve rp’d serveral iterations and i wanted to make one final thing, but as i went through the intro i began on another story i’ve wanted to tell. so the story beats are:

damien leaves for chicago because something is murdering enforcers and seekers in his territory

when he gets there to begin investigating he comes across a crytpid scary ass mf and it emits a sort of “deafening” sound; damien can’t read minds anymore, a talent that has never faltered. 

he continues his search and it leads him to an underground trafficking ring of the most exotic Specials and humans.

He comes across Maggot as he investigates and (I haven’t figured the logistics of this yet) somehow takes her into his custody, being plagued by the same deafness the other monster he came across had.

when another murder happs with maggie in damien’s custody, he begins to dive deeper into the whole mess, finally trusts maggie, but ultimately uncoveres an even worse blight on his territory and that’s all i got folks 

In every heart there is a room, 

A sanctuary safe and strong,  To heal the wounds from lover’s past,  Until a new one comes along.

The family all knew the story of the day Damien saved Maggot. In more vivid detail than the reality, quite possibly. Yet, what the family lacked in understanding of the fabled adventures was the days and the weeks before they became such friends.

It was not immediate sparks, unlike the recollections of their story would suggest; Damien did at first conceive her as a threat. An experiment to terminate. Maggot could not fathom a world outside of disgust, despair, and malice. To make matters worse, neither could offer a shred of trust as far as they could throw— and Damien could throw monster trucks, if it suited his mood.

It made for a volatile few days.

Damien spent the entire time in a constant and engulfing state of terror at his inability to read the tiny purple pixi mutant, sitting but an arm’s length away. It was a splendid torture for a man who built his security on the very ability Maggot blocked simply by existing. Of course, Maggot was perturbed her “savior” was a thing of nightmarish camp stories, who seemed to manipulate the world around him like clay. He was far too strong, too intelligent, too dangerous. There was no way to verify his intentions, no way to gain comfortable ground. Yet, he was also the only chance she had for a permanent escape. Damien did eventually find a way to read her mind, work around the white noise her mind persisted. His nerves were instantly eased; she was never a threat. He even learned to embrace her side-effect, to love the reverie of silence. He had never conceived of it in all his existence. Her mind, when and if he did take a peek, was captivating. The intricacies of her thoughts glamoured him. They were beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the mismatched eyes of the boy in his stories.

In time, Maggot warmed up to the vampire, though not all at once. It was a while before she realized that Damien had changed his demeanor: suddenly protective, never calculating or callous, weary for her and infinitely patient. He began to let her in, open his world to her and for her. Of course it took many months, years even, before she knew him so thoroughly, so profoundly than she knew herself. But in the first few weeks, she knew somewhere deep, that he was someone she needed. Unconditionally, always hers, Damien would never be for anyone else.

The most beloved friend.

And it went without saying that with each new memory, moment, minute, the two began to soothe the pain of the jagged pasts they carried. For Maggot, however, it seemed Damien would never know true contentment. Many nights, she heard his childlike cries warm the large apartment, a melody she knew very well, a song she listened to with tears of her own. In time, Maggot heard less of the cries in the night.

And Damien was always grateful it was because of her.

I spoke to you in cautious tones,  You answered me with no pretense,  And still I feel I said too much,  My silence is my self-defense.

“You told me that you would take care of this. I don’t care what it takes. If you have to burn some bridges, then do it. It’s your damned job.” The phone hit the cradle with a definitive clack. It was a moment before Damien spoke. “I have to go to Chicago,” voice low, hostile. “Damien please, we need you here, I can’t handle this alone! The negotiations will g-.”

Damien’s eyes darted over at his brother, cold, furious. The expression was clear, What part of what I just said didn’t you get? He brought his hand from the arm of his office chair to brush his temple with his fingers. 

Mike flashed him a look of warning, jaw set hard, “We need this to work. You need this to work! You’re the best of us. We can’t take on a war and you know I’m right.” Damien sat forward in his chair scribbling notes to himself, checks, passports, he filed through the litter of papers on his desk. He let Michael prattle on with some registration.

“Mike, I want to help. But I can’t be here holding your hand while someone–some thing continues to murder enforcers in my territory."  He stood up with a folder in hand, "You think I want to go down to Chicago for this? Murder? Those enforcers were Specials, Michael, human. And whatever did this knew it. Someone is already starting a war and they’re using me to do it.” Mike ground his teeth before opening his mouth, yet he hesitated. Finally, he settled at pointing at Damien accusingly, “You have good people stationed there, skilled Seekers. Capable, inhuman. They don’t need y–”

“Does this look like capable to you?” Damien shouted, tossing him the manila file, glossy pictures fluttering about as Mike failed to prevent fallout. He opened the folder to reveal several crime scene and medical examiner photographs, all gruesome and more terrible the longer eyes were upon it. Mike’s stomach churned. He returned Damien’s glare, eyes softened. “James has contacts, he’s called a few, but not everyone,” Damien resumed gathering his things, voice relenting, “Raz has a few up his sleeve too; they’ve got a vested interest in part of his territories in Texas. Loralie is already setting up a meeting with Naveed, as you know,” He filed everything in hand neatly into a briefcase. His voice finally calm, he stood facing Mike, “I know you’re dealing with a peace talk on a massive scale, and I’ll try to do whatever I can help, but-” 

“I’m going to Chicago.”

Damien had always taken a car to Chicago. Perhaps it was a ritual, or maybe just an excuse to preoccupy his mind for a couple hours. This time he couldn’t risk traffic he couldn’t manipulate. He decided a small jet would do a fine job. He made it in an hour and half. 

From the executive airport, it was quick descent into the city’s bowels. Damien took side streets until finally the skyline opened itself up to him.

The feeling of dense fog hung close to the entrance of the building. The further Damien descended, the closer and closer he came to the white noise. He felt the unease coil around his belly and his fingertips prickled and tensed with the surge of adrenaline. The bouncer stopped short at the end of the narrowed hallway to palm a small thin sheet of glass protruding minutely from the rest of the wall. It beeped after a second, unlocking the large metal door with an audible turn of several metal tumblers. Once unlocked, the bouncer held the door open and waited for Damien to step inside.

Expressionless, wordlessly, Damien entered, the faint smell of sweat and musk perfuming the air. The door closed behind him with the metal tumblers falling tightly in place. Here we go. “Mr. Eckhard!” a voice called, “I’m so glad we finally meet.” From the entryway, the room opened up into a salon of deep reds and blacks. It would have pleased the likes of early vampires and demons, a sinister elegance nuanced in the colors and architecture of the secret business. Damien kept his expression mild.

“Marco Raptis,” he replied smoothly, “The pleasure is mine.”

Marco, a lanky man of average height and dark features extended his hand toward the vampire. Damien shook it resolutely. Marco grinned, a perfect host. “Oh, I assure you, this is one of the few times that it is I who is truly delighted. It’s not every day I can fill an order like yours.” He withdrew his hand, cupping his palms together, “I know that our conditions of business were a bit of a stretch for you, but you understand,” Marco’s smile was both friendly and hostile. Damien was indeed hesitant to meet the demands of business, leaving his weapons outside of the establishment. He wasn’t used to traveling without a piece and it was especially an unsavory thought now that he could feel the static creep closer to his mind. It was almost suicide, he thought. He felt the slightest bit of reassurance that mere humans were running the show thus far. “The pursuit was too seductive,” Damien gave a sly smile of his own, “I can put my comfort aside if you can truly live up to your marketing.”

Marco laughed, “Please,” he gestured with some urgency towards the inner chamber of the salon, “This way.” As the lobby opened up into a lavish den, it was arranged as a relaxed strip bar. A long rounded couch encircled a counter, decorated elegantly as if it could diminish the fact it was a glamorized auctioning shelf. “Have a seat,” Marco offered. He stopped at a bar at the right side of the room stocked decadently with various wines and liquors. “Can I get you anything?” “No,” Damien found it unpleasant to sit, but he poised himself along the couch anyway, “I’m fine, thank you.” Marco sniffed, finishing off a vodka, “Suit yourself.”

Unadulterated anger took root in his belly and spread to his limbs as a burning icy jolt. He felt the heat of his body rise as his heart worked to pump blood—a process unnecessary, but a product of muscle memory. Damien’s eyes flashed red, but he kept himself contained. He addressed the horned curiosity in the cage taking obvious steps to remain calm. “What do you know about Marco’s business?” It was practically a sneer. Maggot stiffened at his tone and the mention of Marco. She remained silent, her restrained hands clicking against the back of the metal chair. Slowly, calculating, Damien stood and moved towards the cage. It was an offensive move, and Maggot visibly strained to sit further back into her chair; it didn’t have the desired effect. “What do you know?” eyes red, voice low, this time it was sinister. “