#hopefully this is alright! i mixed the two ideas together

[etheries1015]

I had sort of a crack idea of what would the non-human twst boys do if their crush or s/o was allergic to them? Savanaclaw and Octonivelle with like the fur allergy and seafood allergy. Maybe diasomnia’s s/o has some sort of fairy allergy? Sorry if this is too silly for you to write, it’s alright if you don’t 😭

I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I'VE HAD A SIMILAR THOUGHT i'm allergic to cats and i'm like...man what am I gonna do around Grim BUAHAHA...this is a great idea. Nothing is too silly to write my friend!

Non-human Twst boys reacting to a S/O who is allergic to them!

featuring: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle!

general warnings: gender neutral reader, not really proof read \

TW: None! just fluff. and allergies.

Leona

The first time you sneezed around him, they didn't know it was literally BECAUSE of him. This was until you two took a nap together for the first time, and when you woke up he saw your face...Oh, brother. Your eyes were puffy and red, congested, and your nose leaked like nobody's business. He genuinely felt bad about this, but wouldn't let you in on his true feelings/emotions. Without understanding the cause (though he had an inkling) he immediately took you to the doctor.

"They're allergic to me? What kind of shitty nonsense is that?!"

Leona invested in the most expensive of healthcare for you. Allergy pills and whatnot, because he wasn't about to sacrifice his lovely naps with his significant other. No amount of allergy is gonna stop him from getting what he wants, and that is your affection.

Ruggie

"Sooo...basically you're saying you're allergic to me? Cause' im part heyena?"

"It's a little more complicated than that. It's more like...animal dander? I guess?" You didn't seem to certain in your answer either, it was more or less a guess since...well, there wasn't half beast half human where you are from. You can only make an educated guess on why you're so allergic to him based off of the information you had back at home.

Ruggie is honestly so sad about this. He can't afford to get you any treatments or medical help with this, so you two just have to be careful. He does manage to get his hands on some special washing products (probably legally) and takes extra care of what he eats, and how clean he his. He's consistently brushing his hair and cleaning his ears.

"Man i'm such a simp. What's wrong with me?!" ...He isn't used to bending backward for people. But seeing you so sick around him, hurt him even more than his pride, so he of course would do anything to make sure you're as comfortable around him as possible. Ahh...the power of love <3

Jack

He gives me the "I must stay away from you for your own good," Type. Although this doesn't last very long. Jack is incredibly loyal, and he's far too attached to let you go. There's times where he would try and keep a distance (much to your annoyance), but when you began sneezing and itching your eyes you knew he was somewhere nearby. Jack is protective like that, but it pains his heart to see you so sick because of something he cannot control.

He does both a mix of what Ruggie and Leona does. He took up extra part-time jobs to afford good allergy medication for you, the entire works. Pills, eye drops, nasal sprays, breathing treatments...He also invests in high-quality shampoo and conditioner to help rid of his dander and hopefully reduce the amount of shedding he has.

With the amount of hair Jack has, he is CONSTANTLY brushing it and it is CONSTANTLY shedding. He does EVERYTHING under the sun to control this, all for you. Although... this is a partnership! You told him that a relationship goes two ways. You love him regardless of how itchy you may get, and you equally chip in to problem-solve.

You're both loyal to each other until the very end, no matter what trivial matters may get in your way <3

Azul

He knew before you two started dating that you had a severe allergy to seafood, so he made it a point to avoid you. But...that didn't stop YOU from coming to HIM. It was one of the things that drew him towards you, the way even though you were gaining a rash you would still wrap your arms around the back of him. Although it wasn't as bad in his human form, he was always terrified what would happen if he were to unleash his original form.

But worry not! We are talking about the literal king of potionology. He finds a remedy very quickly, and you trust him...a little too fast. He is astonished when he says;

"Take this...the second you drink this your allergies will be something of the past. But be warned-" You grabbed it out of his hand and chugged it. He stared at you with his jaw slacked open, his face turning a deep shade of hot red when you throw yourself onto Azul and place a big fat kiss against his cheek.

He imploded. But hey! his potion worked! He tried to get you to give him some sort of paypack, but you mentioned that your form of payment was in that kiss.

He now demands kisses every time he makes the potion for you <3 It's kind of a silent agreement. He just stares at you after you're done drinking it, and whenever you feign ignorance the point upon his lips is far too obvious.

Jade

The first time you broke out in hives, he remained completely calm. Jade is rather smart, and he understands your allergy must be because of his disposition as a mer-folk. Although in human form, he couldn't help but notice the way you would hide your rashes either behind makeup or by bulking clothing. He was amused by this for a moment, but when he saw it worsen he couldn't help but become worried.

"Why would you go so far for me? what do you gain by allowing yourself to become sick?" When you replied with a blush that you simply liked Jade, thus his shock soon turned into action. He excused himself for a few days to climb mountains and collect the most effective of flowers and medicinal remedies for allergies and put together a potion that you were able to take to alleviate your symptoms.

He isn't the vice house warden for nothing! His talents and magic prowess truly aided him, albeit in a way that was seemingly selfish. It was all worth it for you, though.

But he does use you as an example during a class project in potionology, having you stand up in front of the class while he compares your allergies before and after taking the potion.

He got a 100% in the project. And a Significant other. A win-win for everyone!

Floyd

Floyd is much smarter than he lets on. The moment he hugs you from behind and touches your arm, he notices the rash right away. He eyed it with a frown, and without saying anything he let go of you much to your dismay, leaving you to your lonesome for a few days on end.

You had to admit you missed Floyd, his silly jokes and way of talking, his unpredictable personality, and the attention he would often give y you. While sitting at the table during a free period, your head was propped up against your hand and a sad sigh escaping your lips.

"Ehhhh? Why is shrimpy sitting here all alone? Didya miss me?" A familiar voice teased as arms wrapped around you and something akin to a vegetable drink set in front of you. You gasped and smile up at the tall male, who wasn't wrapping his arms around you as you were used to, typically ignoring the itching of your rashes. He convinced you to drink what he sat in front of you, and although you eyed it with suspicion, you sighed and drank it in one gulp and tightly shut eyes.

Nothing happened. You turned to look over at Floyd, about to question the purpose of making you drink the (surprisingly tasty) smoothie-like liquid but were quickly interrupted by lips pressing against your own.

The kiss caught you off guard and you began to panic, talking about your allergy...before you realized that nothing was happening. No rash, no itchiness, nothing.

"Seeeee? It's a potion. I made Azul make it for me. Now I can touch you as much as I want," He smiled proudly. However he managed to convince Azul would forever be beyond you...

He forgets to give you the potion sometimes, only when you two are cuddling and a rash or itching pops up do the both of you realize it's time for a dose.

Ya'll are so silly for each other <3

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: MDNI, angst, tension, suggestive, arguing

Matt shrugged casually, “Nothing. We just thought there was a delivery at the door.” his voice steady to make it seem convincing.

I felt relief wash over me, thankful for the cover, it would save me having to explain to everyone that my toxic ex just randomly appeared at their house. The calmness in Matt’s response seemed to diffuse the curiosity hanging in the air.

Chris nodded, his suspicion easing, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. “Oh I’m not expecting a delivery just yet anyway.”

Nick interrupted, gesturing toward Nate. “Hey, by the way, since we didn’t really get a chance last time, this is Nate.”

Nate stepped forward, extending a hand with an easy smile. “Nice to meet you, properly this time.”

I shook his hand in return, flashing a polite smile. “Yeah last time was a little rushed.”

“Oh that’s on me!” Nate admitted with a chuckle. “I was half out the door when we met. Hopefully, this time’s better.”

Nate had an effortless charm about him, different from Chris’s boisterous energy, Nick’s sharp wit and Matt’s cold nature.

The group started settling on the couch living room. Nick clapped his hands together, like he had a lightbulb moment. “You know what? We should do a games night tonight. Something fun before you two head off to Vegas. I’ll call Madi, she’s always up for a games night.”

I’d gotten to know Madi pretty well by now, it was a nice feeling to know I'd have another girl around, even if only for a little while. I told myself it could be a good tension breaker, especially with Nate staying under the same roof for the next few days.

“That sounds fun!” Nate chimed in, leaning back against the kitchen counter. “Games are cool and all, but how about we make it interesting? A few drinks maybe?”

Nick grinned. “Now you’re talking!”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course, you’d suggest drinking.”

“I’ll go grab the party essentials.” I offered before the conversation could go too far off the rails. “Snacks, drinks, whatever we need. Might as well make myself useful.” I offered since I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed, maybe a shopping trip would clear my head a bit.

Chris glanced over at me. “You sure? I can go with you if you want.”

I waved him off. “It’s fine don’t worry. You guys can stay here and have a catch up.”

“Alright” Matt muttered, his tone neutral but his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.

As I grabbed my bag and slipped on my shoes as I ordered an Uber. This could be a fun night, I felt a mix of anticipation and curiosity about how it would all play out.

Once I got to Walmart, I grabbed a shopping cart and started with the priority - spirits.

I picked up a variety of alcohol, vodka, rum, tequila, and even a bottle of apple sourz. I thought it would be a good idea to pick up a crate of beet too, better to have too much than not enough. Next, I searched for the snacks, tossing in bags of pretzels, 2 tubes of Pringles, chocolate, donuts, and a few other random items that caught my eye. 

I wandered into the games aisle, scanning the shelves for something fun but not too complicated. I grabbed 5 Second Rule and Twister and added them to the cart. I debated on picking up Monopoly, but I know Nick refuses to play it with Matt.

As I made my way to the checkout, I felt a little lighter. The morning had been intense, maybe tonight was exactly what I needed.

The day passed in a blur of light tasks and lingering thoughts. Madi arrived and her presence immediately shifted the energy in the house. She had this way of making everything feel easy, and it was a relief to have another girl around for a change.

We set up around the kitchen table, where I laid the drinks and snacks out. Nate slid into the chair next to me, his friendly and easy going demeanor making me feel comfortable despite everything that had happened in recent days. He was effortlessly charming, asking questions about working with Chris and making jokes that had me genuinely laughing.

Chris and Matt stood nearby, chatting quietly. Chris was his usual goofy self, but Matt's mood still felt frosty. He wasn’t ignoring me exactly, but his responses were clipped, his energy distant. So more or less, Matt was acting normal toward me. I tried not to let it bother me. They’d be leaving for Vegas tomorrow, and maybe some space would be good, for both of us.

“I’m keeping it light tonight” Chris said, pouring himself a splash of whiskey on the rocks. “Don’t wanna hit Vegas hungover.”

“Speak for yourself” Nate chimed in with a grin as he stood and walked to the counter, taking a shot of tequila. “This is a warm up for Hawaii.”

Matt chuckled as he shook his head watching Nate take the shot. “I’m good with a few. Got enough chaos waiting for us tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help but think of Chris and Matt navigating the madness of Vegas together. It suited Chris, but Matt? He didn’t seem like the Vegas type. Yet something about imagining him there, relaxed and out of this usual, guarded demeanor, was kinda intriguing.

“Guess that means more for us!” I said, raising my glass to Madi and Nick.

"Alright, enough standing around. Let’s play a game. How about 5 Second Rule? Haven’t played that in ages.” Chris stated, his energy already setting the tone for the night.

Madi cheered in agreement, while Nate gave a nod. "Sounds good, but I’m giving you all a warning, I’m competitive."

“Oh, we know” Chris teased, pulling the game box off the counter and setting it on the kitchen table. "'Mon, everyone grab a seat."

I settled into my chair next to Nate while Matt reluctantly took a spot across from me. Madi next to him with Chris and Nick at each end of the table.

“Alright, rules are simple” Nick said, shuffling the cards. “I’ll read a prompt, and you’ve got five seconds to name three things in the category. If you don’t you lose your turn.”

��Got it” we all replied, almost in unison.

Chris smirked. “Perfect. Let’s see who embarrasses themselves first. I’ll start it off.” He glanced at Madi as he picked up a card. “Name three pizza toppings. Go!”

Madi’s face lit up. “Pepperoni, mushrooms, pineapple!”

Nick slapped the timer just as the last word left her mouth. “Alright, she’s safe. Nate, your turn. Name three sports where you use a ball.”

Nate leaned back, his confidence showing. “Football, basketball, baseball. Easy.”

Nick rolled his eyes as the timer dinged. “Alright, you’re not impressing anyone. Your turn, Y/n.”

I straightened up, bracing myself as Nate read the card this time. “Name three things you’d find in a bathroom.”

“Toothpaste, shampoo, towels” I rattled off quickly, relieved as the timer buzzed right after. “But none of them are mine since I have to keep my things in my room.” I say playfully, my eyes boring into Matt, alluding to the whole bathroom fiasco. He turned away from me rolling his eyes in response.

Chris grinned mischievously as he shuffled the cards, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, how about we make up our own prompts, let’s make this interesting."

Madi raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Interesting how?"

"You’ll see.." Chris said, leaning forward as he glanced at Nate. "Alright, Nate, you’re up. Name three places you’ve made out in that aren’t a bedroom."

Nate chuckled, completely unfazed. "A car, a beach, a supply closet."

Madi gasped dramatically. "A supply closet?!"

"I mean I havent, not.. yet." Nate replied with a shrug as the timer dinged.

Chris cackled and turned to Madi. "Your turn. Name three things you wouldn’t want your parents to find in your room."

Madi’s cheeks flushed, but she grinned. "A vibrator, weed, and.. And uhhhh–" She paused as the timer buzzed, then groaned. "Fuck! That was tough."

"You were doing so well" Chris teased, shaking his head before turning to me.

"Alright, Y/n. Name three reasons someone might get kicked out of a party."

I hesitated for a second before rattling off, "Throwing up, starting a fight, hooking up with the host’s ex!"

Everyone burst into laughter as the timer buzzed.

Matt smirked across the table, his first sign of amusement all night. "Hooking up with the host’s ex? That sounded specific."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the heat in my cheeks. "It’s just a hypothetical, alright? Your turn, Matt."

Chris scrunched his eyebrows as he thought of a prompt for Matt. "Oh, I’ve got one for you. Name three ways to flirt without talking. "

Matt raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. "Eye contact, smirking, and-" He paused just long enough for the timer to buzz, then shrugged.

"Come on, you couldn’t think of a third one?" Nick said, laughing.

Matt’s eyes flicked toward me briefly, his smirk lingering. "Maybe I didn’t want to give away all my secrets."

The comment hung in the air for a second, and I quickly looked away, taking a sip of my drink.

"Alright, my turn to stir the pot" Madi announced, turning to look at Chris. "Name three things you’ve lied to a girl about."

Chris groaned but didn’t hesitate. "My age, my job, and.. uh, my feelings."

The table erupted in laughter, and Chris shrugged shamelessly. "What can I say? Gotta keep them guessing."

The game continued, each question more daring and ridiculous than the last, until the room was filled with laughter and empty glasses. It was chaotic, messy, and a little too revealing, but somehow, it was the most fun I’d had in ages.

The vodka lemonade in my hand felt heavier as I swirled it around aimlessly, trying to focus on the game instead of the slight tipsy feeling in my head. Nate was leaning back in his chair, clearly more drunk than anyone else, and grinned mischievously. "Alright, let’s make this more interesting. Truth or dare, spin the bottle style. If you refuse a dare you have to take a shot!"

Madi gasped, laughing as she reached for her drink. "Oh no, this is about to get messyyyyy."

"Messy’s the point" Nate laughed.

“Okayyyy this is my cue to go to bed!” Chris announces as he stands to push his chair in, disappearing downstairs to his room.

Nate rubbed his hands together like a cartoon villain before he spun the bottle, it landing on Nick. “I’ll go with dare to kick this game off properly!” Nick laughed.

“Alright I dare you to down your drink and take a shot straight after, since you’re all for kicking this off the right way!” Nate laughs.

Nick groaned but complied, downing the remainder of his drink and wincing as he followed it with a shot of tequila. "You’re the worst, Nate" he said, coughing slightly, but the group fell in to laughter.

The bottle spun again, this time landing on Matt. His jaw tensed slightly, but he leaned back, looking relaxed. "Dare" he said, his voice calm.

Nick jumped at the opportunity. "I dare you to let someone send a risky text off your phone."

Matt’s eyes narrowed, and he hesitated for a second before shrugging. "Fine, whatever. Who’s doing it?"

Nick’s grin widened as he turned to me. "Y/n."

I blinked, caught off guard. "Me? Are you sure?"

"Oh absolutely" Nick said, sliding Matt’s phone across the table toward me. "You’ve got the perfect touch for this."

Matt gave me a pointed look, his lips twitching slightly in what might’ve been amusement or annoyance. "Don’t screw it up."

I picked up his phone, without a need to unlock it since he handed it over with no code needed. As I was scrolling through his contacts, a message popped up on the screen, from someone called Christina. "Can’t wait to see you again 😉"

I froze for a second, the words glaring at me. Without thinking, I read it out loud. "Oh, looks like you’ve got a message."

Matt’s head snapped up. "From who?"

I tilted the phone slightly, showing the message. "Christina?"

Nate leaned forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "Wait, is that the Christina you met in Vegas? The one from July?"

Matt shrugged nonchalantly, but his expression tightened ever so slightly. "Yeah, that’s her."

Nate let out a low whistle. "She’s gonna be there again this time, isn’t she?"

Matt nodded, his tone casual. "Probably."

I don’t know why, but a wave of jealousy hit me, sharp and unexpected. My grip on his phone tightened for a second before I forced myself to focus on the dare. "Should I send something to her?" I asked, my voice light but edged with something I hoped wasn’t obvious.

Matt raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "If you want to, go ahead."

The room felt suddenly smaller, the playful atmosphere shifting. I could feel Madi watching me, and Nate was clearly enjoying the tension. I hesitated for a moment, debating if I should actually send a message to this Christina or if I should pick someone else.

"Tick tock Y/n! You’ve got to make a move!" Nick teased. 

I forced a smirk, my fingers hovering over the screen.

I quickly typed out a message to Christina, my fingers working faster than my mind. "Hey me too, you might need to get an STD check this time though.'" I laughed to myself before pressing send.

The moment I handed the phone back to Matt, I tried to mask the sudden fluttering in my stomach. I didn’t meet his eyes, avoiding the tension that hung between us like a thick fog. I didn’t know what I was trying to prove or if I was even making sense, but it felt like something had shifted in the air, something I couldn’t undo now.

As I settled back into my seat, the bottle spun again, and everyone’s eyes fell on me. It stopped, right on me.

Nate grinned devilishly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, Y/n. Truth or dare?"

I groaned, taking a sip of my drink to avoid eye contact. "Dare" I muttered, already regretting it.

Nate leaned back, his grin widening. "Okay, I dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven with me."

I froze.

The room fell silent for a split second, and I could feel all eyes on me, the weight of their gazes too heavy to ignore. Nate’s smirk was a mixture of playfulness and something more serious, something that made my heart race in a way I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

I glanced over at Matt instinctively, only to see his eyes harden, his expression unreadable. A pit formed in my stomach as I quickly turned away, focusing back on Nate.

"Seven minutes?" I repeated, trying to make it sound casual, but my voice betrayed me, thick with uncertainty.

Nate’s eyes were sparkling with excitement. "Yeah, just a harmless bit of fun. No pressure, you can just take the shot."

I swallowed hard. Seven minutes. A small, stupid game. But something told me this wasn’t just about a silly dare. It felt like more, like I was walking on the edge of something I didn’t know if I was ready for.

But, I couldn’t back out now. Not with everyone watching. And definitely not with Matt’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my head.

"Okay" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Seven minutes, lets go."

Nate and I stood and awkwardly walked toward the tiny supply closet across from Matt’s room, gesturing for me to step inside. The space was cramped, with barely enough room to stand between the washing machine and the wall. I hesitated before following him in, increasingly aware of how quiet the hallway had become. Nick close over the door behind us “Okay I’m setting a timer for you seven minutes now!”

I pulled myself up to sit on the washing machine to try and allow more space. Nate stood in close proximity, leaning against the wall, his broad frame making the already tight space feel even smaller.

He noticed my hesitation immediately and raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Y/n. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want to do" he said, his voice soft and reassuring.

I nodded. "It’s not that. It’s just-”

Nate chuckled, his grin easy and comforting. "Yeah, I get it. We’re cramped in here like sardines. Not exactly romantic, huh? We can just mess with everyone’s heads when we get out. Pretend something wild happened.”

I appreciated his reassurance, but my mind wasn’t fully there. It kept circling back to that text from Christina, to the girl Matt had brought home just the other night. Why was I bothered by these things?

We went back and forth trying to mess with everyones heads for a few minutes, the tension easing with each playful exchange. Nate had this way of making me forget the discomfort of the situation, his charm and humor cutting through the awkwardness like a lifeline.

But as the seconds ticked by, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the situation creeping back in. Why had I felt so conflicted when Nate dared me? Why had I instinctively looked at Matt? Why was I holding back? Why was I constantly tiptoeing around Matt’s feelings when he barely seemed to care about mine? The way he acted so indifferent toward me, except for those rare moments of kindness that only confused me more. Maybe I was overthinking, but it felt like I was always waiting for some unspoken approval from him.

But why should I?

I turned back to Nate. His expression was calm, patient, and his smile had a boyish charm that was impossible to deny. He leaned casually against the wall, his hands tucked into his pockets like he wasn’t in a cramped laundry closet playing some silly game.

Maybe I needed to stop worrying so much about Matt, about what he thought or didn’t think. He wasn’t the one in front of me right now.

I took a breath, holding eye contact with Nate, my heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with nerves. He raised an eyebrow in surprise but didn’t move, letting me take the lead.

As I tilted my head toward him, ready to close the distance, Nick’s voice rang out from the other side of the door, loud and teasing.

“Alright, lovebirds! Time’s up!”

I froze mid motion, my face heating up in embarrassment as Nate chuckled softly.

“We’ll I guess thats us!” He said playfully.

I leaned back, unable to meet his eyes as he opened the door. The sudden flood of light felt blinding, and the sound of laughter from the others only added to my growing embarrassment.

As we stepped out, I glanced toward the table and immediately caught Matt’s gaze. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in the way his jaw tightened that sent a bit of confusion through me.

“Have fun in there?” Matt asked, his tone neutral but laced with something sharp beneath the surface.

I wanted to say something snarky, but the words got caught in my throat. Instead, I turned my attention to my drink, needing something to steady myself.

Nate slid back into his seat, clearly amused. “Best seven minutes of my life” he joked, earning a round of laughter from Nick and Madi.

But Matt didn’t laugh. And for some reason, that bothered me more than it should.

Nick suggested switching things up, his voice full of mischief. "How about we switch it up, what about Never have I ever?"

Madi immediately perked up, slapping her hands together. "Ooh, yes! That’s always fun!"

The group agreed, and Nick quickly grabbed a fresh round of drinks, refilling everyone’s glasses to ensure the game could properly escalate. I could already tell this was going to get messy.

We all sat in a circle, Nate to my right and Matt now to my left, the energy in the room buzzing with anticipation. Nate nudged me playfully. "Hope you’re ready to spill some secrets" he teased.

I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my drink just to brace myself. "I’d watch out too if I were you!" I shot back.

Nick took charge of the first round. He leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the power of starting the game. “Never have I ever.. kissed someone in this room."

I froze, feeling my face heat up. Nate raised an eyebrow, glancing at me with a smirk, we laughed into eachother knowing we wanted to fuck with everyones heads.

"Someone’s gotta shake things up." Nate laughed.

Madi took the next turn. Never have I ever... hooked up with someone I regretted."

A ripple of tension moved through the group. Nick and Madi both took a sip, Nate chuckling awkwardly.

To my surprise, Matt lifted his glass and drank, his gaze flicking toward me for the briefest second before looking away.

It made me feel strange, but I tried not to deep it, instead, taking another sip of my drink for no reason other than to keep myself occupied.

When it was my turn, I hesitated. Everyone was looking at me expectantly, the pressure to come up with something spicy almost overwhelming.

"Alright. Never have I ever.. led someone on."

The group fell into playful gasps and laughter, but my eyes stayed locked on Matt.

He didn’t flinch. Instead, he picked up his glass and took a slow sip, holding my gaze the entire time. I couldn’t tell if it was a challenge or an admission, but it left me feeling more conflicted than ever.

The tension in the room was thick as ever when it got to Matt’s turn. His face full of mischief. 

"Never have I ever.." he paused for dramatic effect, letting the silence linger just a beat too long, "..had my ex appear at the house I’m staying in, causing a scene."

The words nearly knocked me out. My stomach sank as I stared at him, my drink frozen halfway to my lips. Why the fuck would he say that?

Nick shifted uncomfortably, muttering something under his breath about the game getting too real, but no one really paid him attention.

I felt every set of eyes in the room turn toward me, and heat crept up my neck, both from anger and embarrassment. I didn’t move, didn’t drink, but my hand tightened around the glass in my grip. I felt like everyone was slowly putting the pieces together from this morning.

"What’s the matter, Y/n?" Matt asked, his voice calm but condescending. "Not drinking?"

I finally lowered the glass to the table, meeting his gaze head on. "I’m sorry, are we airing everyone’s dirty laundry now? Or just mine?"

His lips twitched into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. "Just playing the game."

Nate leaned forward, wanting to clear this question. "Alright, let’s not kill the vibe. It’s just a game, right?" He shot Matt a warning look, but Matt didn’t break eye contact with me.

"Right" I said, forcing a smile as I picked up my glass and took a sip. The alcohol burned going down, but it was nothing compared to the fire in my chest.

Madi cleared her throat, clearly trying to cut through the tension. "Okay, let’s move on!" she said, her voice overly chipper. "Um, my turn! Never have I ever.. gone skinny dipping!"

The room tried to recover, laughter breaking out as Nate and Nick both drank, but I barely registered it. My mind was spinning, replaying Matt’s words over and over. Why would he say that? Was he trying to embarrass me? To prove some kind of point? I swallowed the lump in my throat, determined not to let him get to me. If he wanted a reaction, he wasn’t going to get one.

It came back around to my turn, I knew I had an opportunity. I could feel the tension from Matt’s earlier comment still hanging in the air, and I wasn’t about to let him have the last word.  

“Never have I ever.. took a girl home and fucked her multiple times during the night knowing you have a guest in the house who can hear every single bit of it to try and make them feel uncomfortable.”

The room went dead silent.

Every single eye turned to me. Matt’s smirk faltered for the first time all night, his jaw tightening as my words sank in. But I wasn’t backing down. Not after the jab he threw earlier. My gaze stayed locked on Matt, challenging him.

Nick could clearly sense the charged atmosphere but unsure whether to step in. Nate, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head as his eyes wide with both amusement and disbelief.

Matt finally broke the silence, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and tilting his head slightly. "Well" he said, his voice smug as ever "if the guest didn’t want to hear anything, maybe they should’ve stayed in their own apartment instead of squatting in mine."

I felt my cheeks flush hot with both anger and embarrassment. "Squatting?" I snapped. "Wow, I didn’t realize letting someone crash because they didn’t have anywhere else to go counted as charity work for you."

Matt shrugged, his gaze burning into me. "Call it what you want. Just saying, the walls go both ways. If you don’t like what you hear, maybe you should get your own place."

"Or maybe" I shot back, "you could show a little respect for the fact that someone else is living here too. But clearly, that’s asking too much."

Nate looked like he wanted to crawl under the table. Madi awkwardly sipped her drink.

"Alright, alright" Nick finally cut in, his hands raised as if to physically push the tension down. "Maybe this game was a bad idea. Let’s just.. take a breather, yeah?"

But I wasn’t done. "No, it’s fine" I said as I stood up, my voice sharp. "Game’s over anyway. Matt’s clearly got all the answers."

I didn’t wait for anyone to respond. I turned on my heel and walked out of the room, my heart pounding as I made my way upstairs.

Behind me, I could hear the muffled sounds of Nick giving out to Matt for how he spoke to me, Madi trying to diffuse the situation. But the only thing I could focus on was the sound of Matt’s voice replaying in my head, over and over again. If Matt wanted a war, he’d just gotten one.

A hot tear streamed down my face as I lay back on my bed. I wasn’t sure where things would take me now, where I could go, how I would get there, if this would affect working with Chris.

But one thing I was sure of was,

I hate Matt Sturniolo.

a/n: when they go low we go LOWER

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[rachelsfav-queer]

Enid and Wends twin kids as toddlers, the first time they see momma Enid (Wends is Mother) and they’re terrified, Wends is able to calm them down a little, but it’s only when Enid gets close and the kids can tell from the scent that’s its their momma and they waddle over and bury themselves in her fur

Alright, gonna do my best to answer as many asks that are already in my inbox as I can. Hopefully this goes well lmaoooo. I might only answer one or two though so don’t hate me, hate my adhd. I already do

ANYWAY!!!

This is so damn cute, I love it so much!!! I love Wenclair’s children having werewolf characteristics, like heightened senses like smell, hearing, sight, etc. and even acting like puppies when they’re younger lol. And them being twins is just- ughhh it’s giving me so many ideas lmaoooo.

Like each twin sharing more personality with one of their moms, while obviously still being a mix of both their personalities. So like one has more in common with Wednesday, sharing her darker interests and all, while the other is more like Enid, and sharing her interests instead. But then they actually like spending more time with their opposite in their moms (not like favorites or anything, idk how to explain it damn it).

Okay okay okay!!! WE NEED NAMES!!!! So Wednesday and Enid both work together to name their children, but they do get to name each of them individually. (Again, idk how to explain this) But Wednesday names one of them Augustus, after the Roman emperor, but as they get older, they choose to go by Auggie instead and they actually identify as agender! Their other child, Enid names her Gwen!

Auggie has more of Wednesday’s personality and interests, but usually likes to spend time with Enid and although their exterior would let others believe that they’re more like their mother, Auggie has a deeply optimistic view on the world and genuinely cares about others once they’re close. They’re also much better at making friends, like their momma!

Gwen is more like her momma, sharing more of her interests and personality with Enid, but is more often attached to her mother’s hip than even Enid is to Wednesday. But Gwen definitely has a sadistic side, she loves to fuck around with others and in a general sense doesn’t much care for what random strangers, teachers, and classmates think about her and is usually alone or is sitting by her sibling, Auggie. And of course, Gwen has some of that signature Addams protectiveness over her family. She will, and has before, ruin someone’s life if they try to mess with those that she loves.

And final note, cause this is getting a bit long, Gwen and Auggie are all but inseparable. Literally in their first few years in school, it took a whole squad of teachers and school staff to separate them for even a few minutes. And a few minutes is literal btw, as it wasn’t very long before they had each found their way back to the other, one very nearly literally tearing through all the teachers and the other sneaking away while the teachers weren’t looking. And although they eventually grew more comfortable with being separate for some time as they got older, they still always end up right back at each other’s side eventually. So yeah, inseparable lol.

Umm yeah, I got a little bit too into this, huh? Anyway, I hope y’all have enjoyed my endless rambling lol

[themuse-if]

Another 20 (or so) Questions with Silas Walker

Interviewer: Welcome to another installment of our character interviews, where we dive deep into the lives and minds of our favorite cast members of The Muse. Today, we have Silas Walker, an insightful songwriter who also happens to be your RA. Silas, thank you for joining us. Could you start by telling us what made you want to pursue songwriting?

Silas: Music has always been a big part of my life. I love the way that music can make you feel. Beyond that, it can enhance what you're already feeling. Honestly I was just inspired by the way certain songs have carried me through life, so I started making my own. Hopefully I can write songs that really resonate with people from all walks of life.

Interviewer: Could you describe your songwriting in more detail?

Silas: Well I really enjoy collaborating with other writers and musicians. Not that I don't like working on music alone, but it's so much more interesting and complex when you have someone else to bounce ideas off of.

Interviewer: Ok interesting, so do you only collaborate with other musicians, or have you worked with other types of artists?

Silas: Oh yeah! *he becomes much more animated* I have these two friends Karla and Faye, we actually all stayed in Lipton Hall our freshman year. Karla paints mostly, but she does some mixing on the side, and Faye is a dancer and sculptor. Sometimes I'll write a song based on one of Karla's paintings and then she'll go and mix it to adapt to a collection she's working on. And sometimes Faye would ask me to come up with something for her if she couldn't find a song to fit the choreography in her head. We even worked on a cool project, all three of us together. *he visibly deflates* I doubt that'll happen again now that they're broken up.

Interviewer: That all sounds really interesting, I bet you three have put out some interesting creations. Actually I didn't realize that you three were close. *takes a deliberate pause* I haven't talked to anyone else about their breakup, would you mind giving me your take?

Silas: I'm not really sure it's my place to talk about their relationship. All I'll say is that I wish they could have worked it out, they were really great together. Truth be told I think that their communication and trust just fell apart, and neither of them knew how to repair it.

Interviewer: *leans forward, intrigued* Do you think there's a chance they'll get back together?

Silas: *smirks and leans forward* Sorry, but isn't this interview supposed to be about me?

Interviewer: Ha, sorry your right. *sits back, more composed* Actually you were just wound so tight in our last interview that I was surprised to get you talking about anything remotely personal.

Silas: Well it can't really be considered personal if it's not about me.

Interviewer: Indeed. Alright let's just...change the subject. What trait do you value most in a friend?

Silas: Understanding. I think that if you have friends who are willing to take the time to thoroughly understand you, well then you can pretty much overcome anything.

Interviewer: That's a very insightful take, would you say you want the same from your ideal partner.

Silas: Yeah, of course, but they would need to be more than just that. Actually I'm not really sure how to put in to words exactly. Just someone who matches me, like it just feels right.

Interviewer: Do you think you become more forward if you feel that type of connection with someone, or do you just let them come to you?

Silas: I mean there's a time and a place for everything. Just because you feel a spark doesn't mean it should be ignited. Sometimes some things just aren't meant to be.

Interviewer: What do you notice first about a person? How did you put it. *smirks* What ignites that spark?

Silas: I mean obviously when you first meet someone you take them in physically. Their height, hair, nose, the way their lips move when they speak, how their eyes shift along your face, it's hard to say you only notice one thing.

Interviewer: *blinks slowly* Oh really, all that in a single glance. *Silas just leans back, grinning* Um, anyways, next question. What was your first kiss like?

Silas: It was pretty underwhelming. Short, sweet, turned out my friends little sister had a crush on me. One day I was hang out at his place and he left the room for some snacks. She popped in to confess her feeling gave me a quick peck and then ran out. We never talked about it. *shrugs*

Interviewer: Okay, simple enough. Have you ever been in love?

Silas: Love, no. Infatuated, yes. Don't ask how it went.

Interviewer: *rolls their eyes* Alright, then when was your last relationship, and why did it end?

Silas: I was seeing someone last year but it just sort of...fizzled out.

Interviewer: Right...is that it? *closes their eyes and pinches the bridge of their nose* How the fuck am I supposed to do my job if you wont talk. *clears their throat* Would you mind telling me how you behave in a relationship?

Silas: When I really care for someone I end up letting my guard down. It's like I chase the feeling they give me, even if sometimes I shouldn't.

Interviewer: Well that was a loaded answer, and I know you'll refuse to elaborate. You're absolutely infuriating. *takes a calming breath* Let's move on to something, easy. What’s your ideal Friday night?

Silas: *tries to hide his chuckle* Usually my ideal Friday night is spent with friends, either having a little jam session and writing music together or going to a concert.

Interviewer: *sighs* Okay, cool. What’s the last song you listened to?

Silas: "Just Like a Star" by Corinne Bailey Rae. It's a classic that never gets old.

Interviewer: Mhm. What is your latest obsession?

Silas: It's not really anything knew, but I collect records. Its more of a constant obssession.

Interviewer: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Silas: People who don't know how to mind their own business.

Interviewer: Oh my fu.... *takes a deep breath* Well I think that's all the time we have for today. *looks at notepad, there are definitely more questions* It's really been something speaking with you today. I'm sure it'll be even more enlightening next time.

[luminousbravery]

wooo hallo could you maybe possibly hopefully do a short fic of sollux with a s/o who loves to bake? :0

i certainly can!!! i wrote this short fic to be, like, Sollux baking a cake with his partner? so i hope that's alright? plus cakes are like the only thing i know how to bake, so...

Sollux Bakes a Cake with His Partner

Sollux isn't much of the cooking type. Or the baking type, really. The best he can make is quick meals, things one would just pop into the microwave or oven and take out in a few minutes.

So, when you come to him with the idea of baking something together, he's a little... less than thrilled. Like, he cannot imagine why you want to bake with him. He just stares at you, a little dumbfounded.

"...okay but when ii me22 up thii2 2hiit don't be two 2urprii2ed." And with that, he follows you into the kitchen.

He helps at least to get out all of the ingredients and the pans you two would need to make everything. And at first, he thinks you've just bought some box cake mix. He starts to talk himself through it mentally, because box cake mix couldn't be THAT bad to work with-

But no, no you didn't buy box cake mix. You're making this from scratch. The both of you are going to make this from scratch, and Sollux feels himself sweating.

And you need to walk him through it. Quite a bit, actually. He cannot manage to NOT make a mess if you entrust him to pour the ingredients into bowls. So, he decides it's the safer option to simply help you mix and pour the ingredients into pans.

And, when the cake is finished and you two plan to start decorating, he probably asks to decorate it into a minecraft cake. Even though he's (mostly) joking, he's kind of proud of himself for making something. Even if you did most of the work.

[wingsforthewicked]

hai! no need to respond but i’ve rly loved seeing all the grian art since following your blog, nd have been wanting to get into his stuff, but just wanted to know like if there’s a best order? to it? like is double life and third life connected…? is there a better one to watch first? i see like a lot of “lore” stuff nd it’s a lil confusing from an outsider pov, so any like input on where to start wld be appreciated ty!! :]

!!! well hello there ! :D

hope youre doing alright anon n sowwy for the late response, many things happened but also. took a bit to post this bc is like. both a tricky topic n actually quite simple, as mumbo would say,

first, lets go with the simple explanation n go from there,

because there's really.... not an specific order of viewing? since most of the "proper" lore hasnt been that prominent¹ until around s8 for hermitcraft, when moon big happened, so if you wanted to, you would start from the very beginning with grian from when he joined hermitcraft on season 6 (or if you want to go further back, evolution smp, since thats where the concept of The Watchers came from. more on that later) or just jump in the latest season on hermitcraft and slowly chip in the life series, starting from 3rd life up to the now wild life, since, technically, things are connected in the way they are referenced from past seasons and some past alliances also have some weight on how things go down

and. well, while is true that really, the biggest part of hermitcraft is watching these minecraft ppl play minecraft together as friends, as who they are, after some flame wars here n there, at least here on tumblr the community (HOPEFULLY) has reached the understanding that the way they act in the server, the ways they build n overall the little details and also when Big things happen, is more akin to them being improv actors; where minecraft is the stage and the skins are the costumes (which is further proved by miss pearlescentmoon calling her double life character a wet cat. i love her) so most of what they do can be attributed to the character, the cubito, even if there Is a layer of their irl selves there. like i mean, what is an oc but a fragment of the self, if we get a lil poetic

so basically, to get into cubito grian lore or Any of the hermits n life series ppl (which i highly recommend), is to have fun and be yourself! 👍

...more so since a Lot of the lore sometimes is like. fully fan made or fan-made-then-made-canon-....-kinda.

to be more specific on what i mean with that, let's talk abt The biggest thing of grian's lore: Watcher grian.

Watcher grian, the first part of this concept, was born from him leaving the evolution smp almost past half way it's runtime and becoming one of Us, the viewers, the Watchers of the smp serie.

it honestly doesnt go too much further than that for him, even if the watchers seen in the smp are kind of a character mixed in with the way they represent us... but anyways. grian left evo and turned into a watcher to see what their friends were up to in the server. he even said goodbye to the rest of the evolutioners in a modified end poem alongside two other watchers before joining us

the thing that is fan made is the rest of the details of what happened with grian After that, specially the thing of watchers being Evil™, him escaping them, that one specific watcher mask with the evo symbol on the middle and two spikes to the side, the purple cape, etc. But im not gonna get into that further in this post, is. a mess of its own.

the thing is, grian's lore and most other hermitcraft/life series lore can fall in three categories²: first category is fanmade lore, which isnt a bad thing really, since is a big part of the internal culture and like any other fandom making shit up based on lil things here and there or just because is part of the fun. actually, some of these ideas like the watchers being evil or just antagonistic were talked of enough that theyre pretty much canon on martyn inthelittlewood's pov of the life series, but there's still enough vagueness in the concept outside of that pov to play around.

the second category is completely canon lore, like it is the whole Moon Big storyline³, the civil war, the hippie-area 77 arc, the s7 turf war with mother spore grian (which is a bit, but is a canon thing), the rift and hermitcraft being connected to empires by it, the. thing about docm77's arm being ripped off in one of the earlier seasons by one of the minecraft devs (reason why he has a robotic arm).. and so much more i cannot remember at this point, and thats only from a couple of the povs on hermitcraft. theres so much more, Years of lore, and actually, in this category falls the life series too, because. yeah. but usually is the fans doing on dramatizing it the way it felt in some cases, and expanding on ideas (that, with this, many times end up canon. specially in the case of skins)

the third category is the hints and crumbs dropped on more casual, goofy episodes on hermitcraft. one example of this (or more like, the one example i was thinking of while writing this whole thing, the entire time), is that little Hint in one of the mid seasons of scar, mister goodtimeswithscar, possibly letting an alien he had eat part of the NHO group after their disappearance (irl hiatus) after s4.-s5...?

tho honestly, once you get to know how scar is like. at all. its not out of character for him. he's just a silly guy!

...also if you ask me, and funnily enough because this Technically is canon: Grumbo. yes, the ship. like—they have robot sons named after the both of them, mumbo called grian babe once, grian called himself a needy girlfriend at the start of s7 in the context of mumbo, they've lived as neighbors for as long as the both of them had been together in hermitcraft, theyre obssessed with each other, they made summoning circles of one another when the other was away once in s9—theyre canon in my heart.

anyways. as i said at the beginning, a good starting point is the most recent season just to start knowing who grian Is as a character, plus seeing how seasons go usually, but if you want to get the few references thrown around both in-season and in the fandom, slowly watching around the other seasons is nice; s8 and s9 if you want more things happening at once (also, kinda biased here, but for s8 i also recommend joe hills! is a Fantastic pov on all that went down, is the joe hills difference :] ) and s6 and s7 for more "calm" seasons, but still with things happening every once in a while⁴,

tho with the life series, deffo start with third life, because everyone has their favorite season for one reason or another, but third life... is just. Is Third Life; is defining, The start of the life series, the thing that made people in the fandom finally break away from unspoken rules in the fandom, and the start of something that No One knew it was gonna become as big as it is, a whole series! not even grian and the participants knew, and... it just hits different, yknow?

hope this was useful anon! (or really anyone interested) feel free to ask anything else, and hopefully my brain lets me answer sooner next time;,,

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Or more like. i mean it in the way that it hasn't enveloped the whole server the way it did until then if you watched since s6. it was Wonderful, do not let the reddit n yt comment guys tell you otherwise

an approximate. it would be more but for simplicity's sake—three it is

pointing back to point [1], more so since specifically this whole thing was planned, unlike most other stuff that happens in hermitcraft Or the life series

i say, knowing full well that once season six was also called sixfinity (my beloved) because of all the shit that went down solely in that season and how long it lasted (almost two-ish years iirc?? maybe more...)

[thespacedisco]

Café Disco + Space Disco (7/13/23)

I am going to draw out how the media portion of this will go. I also just got off the phone with Owen and we really went into this whole idea. It’s seeming as though it’ll pan out proper. 

As of now it is all about creating content and media. The word for it is media package. It is also going to be 2 media packages a month per concept, aka 2 Café Disco and 2 Space Disco media packages each month.

We will make the Instagram like a checkerboard where it goes from Space Disco black to Café Disco white. And each has that as its first slide then the next slides are the actual promotion material. Treat it like it’s big and it will be big. 

- For each interview and playlist we would need 3 pieces of short form content (Tik Tok style) to be used as marketing material on the Instagram story and Tik Tok paid promotion on Instagram. The Tik Tok for the Cafe Disco would be interviews best statement made, and the playlist would be a vibey video of doing cool things (maybe Chris doing cool things) with the song playing behind it from the playlist. 

Alright so I’m going to start with Café Disco thoughts -> 

Café Disco media will include: 

- An hour (ish) long playlist that gets publicized on Spotify. We will also put the playlist together as a mix and put it on YouTube accompanied with some vibey video of the beach or whatever aesthetic we are going for and put the mix on Soundcloud (if possible). 

- An hour (ish) long interview conducted by Zoe with someone in the self care industry or someone in general. This is a very open platform where pretty much anyone can be interviewed. It’s to share stories and give people insight on life. Hopefully garner a wave of self actualizing practices from the youth. We will edit the video with AI, put the video on YouTube and release the podcast version on Spotify and Soundcloud. 

Space Disco media will include:

- An hour (ish) long DJ set in a desirable location outside. A scenic location, but also create The Space Disco as in create the vibe with it. Get people to go picnic next to it for a video, make the scene you or visualize there that would look dope and then film with that scene. It doesn’t need to be a big thing, just vibey enough that people see it and feel as though they want to be apart of it. Hopefully get a drone there for the views and establishing shots. Put the DJ set with video on our YouTube and put the DJ set audio on Soundcloud.

- An hour long interview (still have to figure out who will do the interview) at the location of the DJ set before the DJ set. It will be two chairs in front of the table that has the DJ board on it with the bluetooth microphones. Three camera set up. Upload the video of the interview on YouTube, put the audio of the interview as a podcast on Soundcloud and Spotify. 

Media galore. Also being able to hit a lot of different markets with the content. Every part of the universe. 

See you soon beautiful people

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Minecraft Diaries: The Descended (Pt.4)

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It had been a few months since the werewolves had made an alliance with the renewed Phoenix Drop, together they had managed to set up a few new shelters, both for the new wolves, and for any new villagers.

But Cori still felt something. . . Off. . . About the whole thing. About that shadow, what had it meant about another descendant? How much of their own ancestry did they not even know?

Ophelia was keen on finding that information out for itself, it would share that information with them when it found something interesting, but there's only so much information one can learn when that history was buried under thousands of years of debris.

"Ladrie Cori?" Cori gave a jolt as Briak's voice interupted their thoughts.

"Oh uh- what is it- Briak-" they said quietly, tugging un the rabbit ears of their hoodie.

"I've- got your new armor ready if you'd like to come see it," Briak said, raising a concerned eyebrow.

"Oh- of course-" Cori responded, standing up and averting their eyes.

"You know you can tell me if you have questions, our tribe does have history with your lineage," Briak stated, Cori gave him an awkward side-ways smile.

"It's not that it's just- from what I do know about my history. . . How am I supposed to fight a man that can't. . . Die? I mean if Shad has been reincarnated as many times as I have- with these- descendants- or whatever we are. . . Even if I do find people to represent the other Divine Warriors. . . This is modern day, and we're still working with. . ."

"Magic is much stronger than you think, my ladrie," Briak said, finishing the sentence for them.

"Maybe your's is- I barely know how to use mine- and we have no idea how much time I have to get the hang of any of it." Cori said bitterly.

"If you'd like I could try to teach you some, werewolf magic does work a little differently- but it's not too different from the type of magic you'd be used to," Briak smiled, tilting his head.

"But I thought we could only learn one kind of magic?" Cori replied, thinking back to some of Ophelia's studies.

"That was then, magic was thinner, with less people it's less spread out, you can specialize in many things," Briak replied with a laugh, stopping in front of the armory.

"After you," Briak said, stepping out of their way.

"Oh! Such a gentleman!" Cori joked, walking through the door.

The armory was lined with weapons and armor of all kinds, both for human and werewolf builds.

But in the center of it was a more familiar armor set, a mix of black, purple, and magenta, fit to Cori's exact build. The undercloth was built to their tastes as well, with rabbit ears under the helmet and a more skirt-esque accenting to the bodice.

"If you wouldn't mind Briak? I'd like to change," Cori said, waving a hand in Briak's direction.

"Of course-" Briak said, turning and closing the door.

The fit of the armor was indeed comfortable, and practical enough even with the more stylized accents.

"Alright Briak! You can come in!" They called, listening got the creaking of the door.

"How does it feel?" Briak asked.

"Well- certainly better than that dirty hoodie I've been wearing-" Cori laughed.

"Well hopefully we can attract a tailor from one of the other villages, Phoenix Drop has always had a way of bringing villages together, now how do you feel?" Briak said.

"I feel. . . I feel like a Lord, a real one." Cori said, smiling.

"Well than, my Lord, why don't we go show off your new armor?" Cori nodded, following behind Briak as he left the armory.

"Perhaps we should focus on sea travel- there are plenty of water formations around this area- less so than the old maps- but still-" Ophelia and Porter were busy pouring over old books and maps to notice the two enter the library, Cori gave a short cough to signal their arrival.

"So when do I get armor that good?" Porter said, Ophelia gave him a hard nudge on the shoulder.

"What! I'm a personal guard, I should have customized armor too!" Porter exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder.

"You and I both know Briak is more of a guard then you've been, thats why you've been researching with me," Ophelia laughed.

"Maybe I'm guarding you," Porter pouted.

"My knight in shining armor," Ophelia said sarcastically, though they were smiling.

Cori laughed "guys guys relax- you're all very important ok? Now is there any updates from my favorite historian?"

"Not much, we're just working on updating the maps," Ophelia responded.

"That's good- I'd like to start making more allies and expanding the village-" Cori said.

"You're really taking this whole Lord thing seriously huh?" Porter said.

"Well- quite frankly I'd like to avoid anyone else getting hurt because of me," Cori said quietly.

"Cori. . ." Ophelia said sympathetically.

"Don't- it's- I'm fine- just- been thinking a lot-" Cori replied, looking away.

"If you say so. . . But if you need to talk we're all here for you, ok?"

"I know- and I appreciate you guys for that- but I don't want to talk about it right now," Cori said with a low laugh.

"My ladrie, did you want to go ahead and get a head start on those magic lessons?" Briak asked.

"Magic lessons?" Ophelia questioned.

"Briak's going to help me concentrate more of my power- in case that- thing- comes back-" Cori answered.

"Oh- well uh- have fun- I guess-" Ophelia said, it sounded a little jealous.

"I can teach you too if you'd like," Briak chuckled.

"Maybe later- I have books to focus on right now- see you two later-" Ophelia said.

Briak and Cori made their way toward the nearby barracks for practice, Cori felt uneasy as they went, like they were being watched. But it couldn't be anything too serious yet. . .

Could it?

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[blazenka]

If You Like

Set after Connor and Abby return from the Cretaceous era. When everything the two survivors had known has changed, maybe they should take advice from new friends and venture into an idea from long ago. one-shot/ set after S4-1.

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6678391/1/If-You-Like

Chapters: 1

Published: January 23, 2011

Words: 1882

Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Romance - Characters: Abby M., Connor T. - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

A.n.: I've had this in my documents for a while now as I tried to put the details together. I have never written a Connor/ Abby (purposely) paired story so I figured now was a great time to start. Just pure fluff, hope you enjoy.

Cretaceous era:

Abby and Connor finally managed to climb a tree for safety as they waited for Danny's return, he would return, they knew it. Connor, however, was unable to go anywhere in the condition he was in. "What hurts?" Abby asked with concern, Connor was all she had in that strange world.

Connor laughed with his usual grin as he gestured to his leg, "Pretty much… everything," he stated while he tried to catch his breath. "Close your eyes," Abby demanded, Connor couldn't help but look a little bewildered at her statement.

"Eh?" he questioned her but Abby repeated, "Close your eyes," with more assertion. Connor, of course, did exactly as Abby told him to do.

" Image a happy place," Abby began, "You're on a beautiful beach." Abby gave a happy sigh, "And the sun is shining," said as she continued. "Are you there too?" Connor asked, obviously relaxed. "Yea," she said with a borderline squeak, "If you like," she whispered as she could image Connor there beside her on white sands.

" You're wearing a bikini," he said with mix of statement and question. Abby would have smacked him for ruining the moment she conjured in her mind but remembered she was originally doing this for him. "Yes," her irritation evident but as she saw Connor and his smile she whispered, "If you like."

Abby continued to stare at Connor as he went on, "The water's really warm. It's lovely." "Yea, she said in agreement. Yet, tone of her voice was not filled with content and Connor opened his eyes. "Abby," he asked and she replied only with an 'hmmm'. "Sweet dreams," he said softly as he leaned back against the tree and Abby replied, "See you in the morning." "Hopefully," Connor replied as animals of the Cretaceous sounded out their calls.

Modern era:

That had been a year ago and now, they were back in their own time. Yet, ever since they returned home, the couple had been on edge, especially Abby. Being around people and cars, unfamiliar sounds, and the idea of not hunting was being to unnerve the two. On top of this was the whole 'you are not longer part of the team' deal that Connor thought was purely idiotic despite what Lester had said. It was only a matter of time until one of them…

"Dammit!" Connor cursed as he had cut himself again while lost in his thoughts. He wasn't use to such sharp instruments when he was…

Connor chucked the knife into the sink as he grabbed a kitchen towel to stop the cut from bleeding onto the spotless counter top. He knew he needed to stop comparing everything to the Cretaceous era. It was a bloody daft habit both him and Abby needed to break if they wanted to adjust properly… and not end up in the loony.

Connor had come into the kitchen to make breakfast since Abby had climbed back into bed after her watch out upon the terrace. Guess that isn't going to work out like expected, Connor mused as he leaned against the counter. Of course, nothing the last two days had.

"Connor?" Abby called out as she lightly treaded into the kitchen, not even bothering putting on any proper clothing. "I'm alright, Abs. Just nicked myself with a knife, that's all," he reassured her. Abby did not seem to buy it and strained her neck to see if it was truly alright, as if she expected to be a raptor hiding from view and gnawing on his leg.

"You two seem to be… on edge," Connor observed as he moved around the kitchen's island to be closer to her. "You think?" Abby stated as she struck her fierce female pose. Connor missed seeing that pose since they return; he couldn't help but to grin.

All Connor could do was hold his arms out for her in offering a hug. Abby smiled at his gesture before blurting, "What are we going to do?" Connor dropped his arms with a "what?" as he stared at her, "What do you…" Connor words died as he clearly remembered what Lester and Phillip Burton had told them.

"Abs, we're going to be alright. I know things are far from… ideal right now but, love, we're home," Connor said, trying to be reassuring. "We are NOT home, Connor!" Abby exclaimed harshly then took a steady breath. "You know what I mean…" he tried to explain but knew where Abby's state of mind still was. Connor slipped into his own thoughts when he remembered something Lester has said about some time off - a holiday.

"Abby," he called to her as he wrapped his arms around her petite waist. She responded with an acute smile, "Yes Connor?" "What would you say to some… time away?" he suggested. "Time away… Connor, we just got back and…" "And you said this isn't home, you're right. We've been on survival mode and… maybe… we just need to find a place to… unwind, relax," he reasoned as he pulled away and talked with his hands in his normal attitude. Abby sighed before she agreed; maybe this would actually help the couple.

One could only hope with some time to relax they would be able to return to their original selves - possibly less annoying if Lester and Phillip Burton were lucky.

While Abby and Connor had both agreed to take vacation time, Abby was strangely not allowed to know where they were going. As soon as they left the ARC flat, Connor kept his mouth completely shut, even when they boarded an aero plane.

The whole 'destination' was kept a mystery from Abby. She felt the urge to wipe that grin off of Connor's face. "Connor, can you please tell me where were going?" Abby began to whine. He merely grinned as he turned to her, "No p e," he replied with a popped 'p'. Abby just sat back frustrated and pouting as they rode the last of the trip on the plane.

"Abby, do you trust me?" Connor asked while he parked the car. "You know I do, Conn. Thought we dealt with all those… issues while in the cretaceous era," she stated matter plainly of fact. "Okay, now I'm going to ask you to close your eyes," Connor asked her as lead her to the hotel door room. All Abby had seen so far was some buildings but little actual vegetation to give her a clue- she had a feeling Connor had planned it that way.

Abby allowed Connor to lead her outside, she felt the warm crisp air greet her as her only indication of where he was taking her, but then, she recognized the sent that danced in front of her. "Salt water? Ocean, Connor?" She asked and he immediately stopped. "Not quite love, more sea than ocean… but I hope you like it the same," he replied, giving her the permission to open her eyes.

Abby gazed her surroundings of cyprus trees and marvelous cliffs. "We're in the Mediterranean… I sort of, er, splurged with some of our back pay. Hope you don't…" Connor was stopped short by Abby enthusiasm, "Connor, you're bloody brilliant." She wrapped her slender arms around him. "Really?" Connor's self doubt always confused her but now, she smiled. "Yes, Conn… always," she smiled before rushing off towards the clear water while she kicked off her boots and other clothes over her bathers. "Just figured you would have spent it on those collectors' items you use to talk about or Doctor Who box sets," she taunted him while throwing a 'come hither' look. Connor couldn't help the spread of his cheeky grin as he joined in the pursuit.

The weekend for the two went incredible well, no creature alert or life in the balance. Just a regular couple enjoying a holiday, for once. Abby marveled at the various floras abundant in the area while Connor just tagged along with her exploration.

Yet, as cliché as it sounds - good things do come to an end. The last day Connor and Abby spent as much time as they could outside soaking in the glorious sun. They felt exhausted but relaxed by mid afternoon as they played on the coastal beach.

"I wouldn't have gotten through one day without you, Abs," Connor blurted as they laid down in the white satin sand while crystal waves brushed up to their ankles. Abby knew exactly what he was talking about as she pondered a response, "Same here Connor, I had given you all hope but it never seem to affect you as it did me." "Oh, it did but us males have a way of hiding our feelings… like all those years I secretly pined after you," he winked as he rubbed her arm. "Oh, it wasn't a secret. I'm sure the whole ARC knew…" Abby admitted as she patted his chest. "Say what now?" Connor smile fell, he felt like a fool. "Connor, it doesn't matter… we're here now and together. We've kept each other strong the past year and now this… I couldn't ask for a better mate…"

"Mate! Bloody Hell, Abs! Is that all I am to you?" he blurted as he propped himself up to look down at her. "You didn't let me finish. You are always going to be my best mate Connor, you've just acquired the title of boyfriend," she clarified. "Make it sounds like I've been knighted…" he mused as he pulled her close again.

Yet, just as the couple relaxed with Abby's messy blonde head resting on Connor's chest - "Still think you should write that Cretaceous cook book," he smirked. "Connor!" Abby smacked him. "Oi, just being the supportive boyfriend, you know." "Sure you are," she replied as she tried to ignore the sarcasm in his voice and wiggling eyebrows.

"I wish we could stay like this," Connor sighed. "I know but we're together and alive. And… I promise I'll be there for you… by your side… if you like," he stammered. Abby rubbed his chest slowly, feeling his muscles react to her and his erratic breathing. "Conn," she began as she took a big breath, "I would like that… very much," she admitted, sealing it with a kiss.

A.N.: So much fluff that if you tried to put it in a pillow, it would have exploded! This was just a random idea that would not cease to bother me.

Thank you for reading.

[felixferitas]

oliver's harsh whisper of warning, tantamount to a whine, has felix's ears heating. it was a stupid idea, suggestion, and felix shouldn't have even brought it up. but he can be impulsive at times, and oliver had let the implication linger, planted a seed of curiosity at the forefront of felix's mind. his suspicions are seemingly confirmed when oliver looks away from him, referencing annabel as one of the 'few', and that's all the evidence felix needs to know he wasn't completely off-base with that assumption. felix's mouth opens, then closes, a worried wrinkle forming between his brows. "oh, fuck off with all that. it wouldn't be weird. i mean, i don't want to make a habit of going around kissing my mates, but whatever initial awkwardness there is, i'm alright with it if it'll help," felix reasons, his gaze tracking the bob of oliver's throat before flitting back up to the pale cerulean of his eyes. a breathless laugh startles out of him, head ducking forward with a grin that dimples his cheeks. "yeah, about that. how are you at table tennis? i can tutor you on a few things while we're at it, if it eases your mind. i'm well-versed in a variety of things, so don't worry," felix teases, the look he shoots oliver in reply nothing short of flirtatious. he knows oliver is looking at him in a different light now, but hopefully none too foreign, one still flattering. he's mapping out the soft pillows of oliver's lips with his eyes, contemplating what it might feel like to have them pressed against his own, and the yearning alone is enough to embolden his curiosity. he shifts closer to oliver, their knees knocking together and warming in proximity, the atmosphere between the two of them like electric currents before a thunderstorm. precarious, neither one of them knowing who and when they should strike first. "we'll start small, and slow. close your eyes." he brandishes a palm against oliver's cheek to coax him to turn his head, leaning forward to press their lips together in soft greeting. it's sweet, chaste, with no heat folded into the mix just yet. he trades a few more soft kisses back and forth, as if it were a warm up to get the blood flowing, a precursor to more rigorous exercise. the aforementioned palm slides to the nape of oliver's neck, fingers tangling into the hair to hold him steady as he sucks the swell of oliver's bottom lip between his teeth. felix feels like he's parting clouds with the finesse of his own tongue and teeth, his lips tingling as he opens his own eyes to gauge oliver's expression.

"felix," he warns, flush near permanent on his cheeks. he can't linger, can't debate the inquiry at length -- can't be certain that what felix wants is an oliver that is experienced, or an oliver that isn't. so he shrugs, heats, scrambles for something sweet and in between, "just because annabel is... of the few -- doesn't mean you should..." it's oliver's turn to look away, to wet his lips in nervous mimicry. ignorant as the offer comes across, he's quietly thrilled, burning, and wrenching his fingers into the cotton of his shirt; knuckles white with tension. that felix would think the proposed exchange natural -- hell -- even necessary, drives oliver into a deeper, sunken desperation. opportune moments like this don't happen without effort, without calculating looks, and careful speech. "it wouldn't be... weird for you?" he swallows, the gulp of it nervously audible, and with a flustered chuckle, oliver adds, "you aren't suggesting we pick up table tennis, mate. you're suggesting -- something else entirely. that i... that you'd teach me how to... kiss?" it is entirely purposeful, timed even, when his eyes drop to the cupid's bow on felix's lips. if there's desire, if there's a wanting shared, he will catch it -- he will note the drag of oliver's stare, note the blush on his cheeks, know it for the gentle submission that it is. and as his mouth hangs, holds open in a quiet sigh, oliver's darting eyes return to meet an opposing gaze. "and we could still be friends? it wouldn't -- make things strange?"

[akouomilo-blog1]

@creativxquirk

Now that Pyrrha was starting to become more familiar with the island, she had discovered a library stocked with everything she needed. Books to study history, books to study tactics, and it even had the latest X-ray and Vav comic! She had nearly forgotten about the comic, but it wasn’t a priority today. Instead the girl had grabbed three books on battle tactics, each by an author from a very different era. The best way to learn was to know a variety of moves, right? Pyrrha was about to make herself comfortable at one of the tables when she noted another girl with a similar idea.

The other girl had one of the books Pyrrha had previously been looking for! It was an older book penned by a man who tried and failed to conquer the world. She recalled the book being something she wanted to keep track of, just so she would know what not to do. So she spoke up. “Excuse me?”

“I hate to be a bother, but do you know how that story ends? I would recommend any other book if you’re interested in learning how to fight better. Such as one of these.” She reached into her pile and pulled out one of the thicker books. “I prefer this one. It’s written by a Huntress that fought off 70 Grimm on her own when her weapons malfunctioned. It’s quite a read.” She smiled and sat down across from this elegant girl. “I’m Pyrrha Nikos by the way.”

[chrisevansonly]

Helping Hand

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: Chris really loves to workout in your home gym, especially since the pandemic and virus season, he loved the idea of having his own workout space all to himself. Funny enough when you can’t find your three year old daughter Arlie, check the gym, and you might find her attached to her dad’s hip

Warnings: non, straight pure fluffy dad Chris, sassy Arlie

A/N: Baby Arlie is back to making an appearance!! I adore this pairing so much it rots my teeth, I think I’m going to divide my masterlist and add a Dad!Chris/ Dad + Arlie Section, let me know what you think, this one may be a little shorter, hopefully not horrible lmao but happy reading!!

Word Count: 846

Little Arlie girl was the epitome of her father’s shadow, following him around whenever and wherever she could, especially now that she was walking more and handling stairs better. That wasn’t to say you and Chris didn’t still watch her like a hawk in case she needed a hand or fell, but she was getting more and more independent every day. It was often days like today when Chris was off in your home gym completing his daily workout, whether it was legs, chest or arms, Arlie always found a way to weasel her little self into the gym to be with her daddy. So when you called her name for snack time and didn’t get a response, you made your way into the den where you’d left her last only to find her colouring book open and water bottle where she left it on the coffee table. 

“That little bug…”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly knowing just how good of an escape artist she was, so you tidied her markers up and walked your way down the hall and to the steps leading into the basement. When you opened the door, you could hear her giggles and little squeals as she and Chris worked through their weight session together

“I stronger than you daddy!”

The sight at the bottom of the stairs bringing a smile to your face, she had her set of dumbbells, which weighed virtually nothing in her hands, while Chris was on his back, two green and yellow weights on his chest to keep him to the floor

“I think you certainly are dove, I think I need some help!”

Arlie put her weights down and placed her tiny hands on her hips in a superman like pose and sighed 

“I help you on one ‘dition daddy.”

You laughed at her shortened version of the word condition, because it was just the cutest thing in the world listening to her learning and practicing new words. At the sound of your laugh Arlie looked to you and clapped 

“Hi mommy!!”

Chris smiled too, practically identical to your little girl 

“Yeah, hi mommy”

“Hi you two, what’s going on down here?”

Arlie cocked her hip to the side, the sass with her was off the charts, Chris never failing to let you know it comes from you

“I doing the lifties thing with daddy, an’ he not strong ‘nough to hold my colour sticks”

Colour sticks, what she called her dumbbells, despite you attempting to teach her the word, it would forever be known as colour sticks to you and your husband

“Oh, I see, so are you gonna help him bug?”

“Mhm, I got one ‘dition first mommy”

You chuckled sitting down with the two of them on the floor, watching her as she began waving her arms around 

“What’s that baby?”

“Well, I wanna watch cartoon and have two cookies!”

Chris pretended to think about it for a few moments, closing his eyes before letting out a dramatic sigh and holding his hand out to Arlie

“Okay Arlie girl, you got yourself a deal.”

“Deal daddy!”

She wrapped her much smaller hands around his larger one and shook with all her toddler strength before grabbing the dumbbells off his chest. Chris immediately took her in his arms and sat up covering her face in kisses while the room filled with the sounds of her laughter and now yours mixed in together. Moments like these making you take a mental snapshot watching the two people you loved most experiencing life together

“Alright my little gym crazies, how about we go upstairs for some snacks?”

After a collective cheer of yesses, the three of you made your way upstairs where Arlie got comfy in her chair at the island, and you and Chris stood in front of her, smiles on both of your faces as she munched away on some apples and peanut butter, her current favourite obsession

“Hey daddy?”

Chris finished chewing one a slice of the apple you’d also given him before answering her 

“Yeah baby?”

“Don’t ‘fink I forgot about our deal.”

Your hand quickly covered your mouth as you began laughing, Chris losing it beside you as well

“O-Okay dove I won’t...”

Chris could barely get that sentence out without laughing and the two of you managed to calm down after a couple minutes, Arlie looking between her mom and dad with a stone-faced expression, clearly not finding any of this funny

“Arlie baby you are going to be a force to be reckoned with when you get older”

“Just like you mommy!”

You laughed shaking your head at her before Chris chimed in beside you quickly to agree with his little girl

“Yep, just like mommy”

Chris leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek before wrapping an arm around you and bringing you to him. That moment in the kitchen becoming another mental snapshot you’d hope to keep with you forever, your sassy Arlie girl never failing to make each day as interesting as the last.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Can I please have an imagine where fem!reader is an original member of the glee club and her and Quinn are obviously pining after each other. The glee club gets tired of it and hatches a plan to get them together. It works and they end up together. Just fluffy please?

Quinn x Reader

"We HAVE to do something about them..." Santana groans out. "Those goo-goo eyes are making me sick."

The New Directions were having a meeting about their resident starstruck lovers. You and Quinn have been dancing around each other since Glee Club started two years ago and it was infuriating everyone.

"It's a wonder how they don't know how the other feels," Kurt mentions with a sigh. "If I had eyes burning into my soul, I'd notice."

"To be fair," Tina pipes in. "Quinn did date around a lot for a bit." Mike nods in agreement.

"Yeah, that's bound to give some mixed signals."

"Then what excuse does Q have!?" Santana all but yells at the others. "The last thing she should be worried about is a little gay panic after everything."

There's a grumble of agreement that echoes in the choir room. It lasts for a bit before Artie chimes in with an idea.

"Well, let's help them get together then? Like set them up on a blind date together?" Mike shakes his head.

"No. Y/N won't date anyone else. She feels like it wouldn't be fair to want someone while dating another."

A few more ideas get thrown out and denied until Rachel has an epiphany.

"Let's do a duet week again and match them together! Force them to work together and before you know it, they'll finally confess." The others start getting into the planning method.

"Gotta be a love song theme." Sam says. "Otherwise they could do something like 'The Boy Is Mine'."

"We'll have to make sure they're paired together." Mercedes piped in. "Maybe the hat of fate, but just put one of their names as every choice. We'll choose our own partners."

Everyone excitedly continues to plan. It was fool-proof. It has to work. Hopefully, Mr. Schue was willing to at least let them take charge of this.

-----+++++-----

The next Glee meeting arrives and everyone, including you and Quinn, are waiting for your teacher to make an appearance. You keep glancing over at Quinn, getting a glimpse of the girl you've been pining for for years. She seems unfazed, talking to Santana and Brittany. You smile at how at ease she seems and you're happy that her life has mellowed out for the time being.

"Alright team!" Mr. Schue greets as he walks into the choir room. "This week, we're doing another duet assignment."

Everyone cheers at the news. It takes a second for their teacher to calm everyone.

"And this time, I'm gonna get you guys choose your partners... Within a time limit." He takes out a stopwatch and sets the timer to ten seconds.

"Ready?" Everyone is poised. They all knew who to go to.

"Set?" The kids hover in their chairs.

"Go!"

Almost immediately, everyone sits back down, grabbing the person next to them. That left you and Quinn to be the only ones standing in confusion.

"And there we go! Good job everyone." Mr. Schue continues on with the assignment, leaving you and Quinn baffled.

-----+++++-----

"We need to pick a song, Quinn..."

The two of you were sitting in your room, sitting separately as you both go through various songs on your respective phones. While you were thrilled to have Quinn as a duet partner, the blonde was fighting you on which song to choose.

"I know, I know," the blonde sighs. "I just don't like any of these."

You throw your hands up in frustration. "There has to be something. We're losing rehearsal time."

Quinn just sighs and flops back on your bed. She steals one of your pillows and hugs it tight. You just lean back in your chair and poke at your keyboard. There was a potential to get even closer to your crush, but it seemed like it was wasted. Little did you know, Quinn felt the same way.

The sound of piano notes fills the room as you start playing randomly, eventually starting "Rewrite the Stars." It didn't take long before you were singing along.

I know you want me

It's not a secret I try to hide

I know you want me

So don't tell me our hands are tied.

Quinn smiles as she listens. Your voice was always one of her favorites and it was never tiring to listen to. She sits up, the pillow still in hand, before joining into the next verse. It's your turn to listen and you nearly swoon at the soft tones of her voice. It doesn't take long for you two to get into the song. Soon enough, you've abandoned your keyboard and are dancing with her. When you're both at the end of the song, you're face to face, staring at each other. Quinn doesn't seem to want to sing her last lines.

"I..." Quinn hesitates for a moment, searching your eyes, before leaning forward and placing her lips against yours. You sink into the feeling, making the most of it in case this was a fleeting fancy.

When you part, your eyes are still closed, unwilling to leave the dream. But when you do, you see hazel eyes staring right back at you. You can't help but gasp at the emotion in them.

"This... Isn't an 'in the moment' thing, right?" You tentatively ask. "Because if it is, I don't think I can take it."

Quinn lets out a soft laugh and shakes her head. "No. It's not an 'in the moment' thing. I really like you, Y/N. A lot. For a long time now." You just blink in response.

"Really? I've had feelings for you for years." A stupid smile spreads on your face. "I didn't think you felt the same because of all the... Others."

The blonde sits back on your bed and you follow suit. "They happened because I thought it would help me get over you. They didn't."

"So... We've been pining over each other."

"Yup."

There's a beat of silence before you both have an epiphany.

"Oh my God," you groan. "The rest of the Glee Club..." Quinn buries her face into her hands.

"They set us up..."

The blonde then shoots her head back up with a smirk.

"So when I sing that last line during our performance..." She eyes you mischievously.

You answer her with a wide grin.

[sailforvalinor]

*rubs hands together* alright, here goes nothing, then:

Before I get into this, a few disclaimers/important items: my knowledge of DW canon, especially Classic Who, is very sparse at best, and I've only watched through some of the Eleventh Doctor, so I will be playing very fast and loose with DW canon here--but as roughly 70 percent of this story won't really have anything to do with those storylines, so it hopefully shouldn't be TOO egregious. But as such, this will be taking place roughly over the span of Nine, Ten, and probably some of Eleven's run, and my oc's will run into the Doctor and his companions on occasion.

Anyway, with that out of the way, on to the fun stuff:

(And, um, fair warning, I wrote WAY MORE than I was anticipating)

Joker, the first of my oc's, is a female Time Lord who has been traveling the universe for an indeterminate amount of centuries for reasons that are her own. Unlike the Doctor, she usually tends to go by "Joker" instead of "The Joker" (I'll admit, I'm mostly doing this to avoid Batman associations, which isn't at all what I'm going for here, lol). When I initially conceptualized her character, I was still watching Nine's run, and I kind of subconsciously made her as a sort of antithesis to Nine...and thus rather reminiscent of Eleven. She's very cheerful, free-spirited, and affectionate, and on occasion can seem a bit spacey. (Hehe. Spacey.) She's almost rather ethereal and fairy-like, which serves to disguise that she's as sharp as a tack. One thing she does have in common with the Doctor though is her great appreciation, almost bordering on reverence for the beauty of the universe, and a strange magnetism towards the human race.

However, though she's not exactly forthcoming with these details at first, two things eventually become apparent: firstly, Joker is an amnesiac. Other than being a Time Lord (and having most of the subsequent intelligence and knowledge that comes with that), she has no idea who she is, where she comes from, or how she came to be here. She has no knowledge of the Time War, or even why she calls herself "Joker." Her first memory is of being a child in her TARDIS, floating in the nebulous vacuum of space-time.

Secondly, she cannot regenerate properly. Every time she has "died," she's begun the regeneration process, but it is excruciatingly painful to an abnormal degree, and when she comes out the other side, she's still the same person--she has never changed.

Now, you may be asking--all the Time Lords are dead, how on earth is she a Time Lord? Where did she get a TARDIS? Why does she have so many similarities to the Doctor? These are all questions that Nine will be asking very loudly when they first meet, and if I ever actually sit down and write this, will eventually be answered. I do at least know the answers though, lol.

A few other fun miscellaneous things, instead of having an iconic outfit or two that she always wears, Joker likes to switch up her wardrobe--a lot. She's a bit of a fashionista. If this were actually a show I were showrunning, I wouldn't ever let her repeat an outfit. She's always very particular that she dresses to match whatever era or culture she's visiting, but in general errs on the side of fancy, tends to favor dresses, wears a light color palette, especially a lot of white, favors lace, and often carries a short walking stick.

As I mentioned earlier, she does have a TARDIS, and though I'm not entirely sold on this I'm thinking it often takes the shape of a tree, and the inside feels a little Mirkwood-esque, though a bit brighter and airier with some occasional alien technology mixed in, of course. I also haven't decided if I want to give her a sonic-anything. I genuinely have no ideas, I'm open to suggestions. She also has a very lovely singing voice and plays classical guitar.

Also, in terms of appearance, though this isn't entirely set in stone, I imagine her to have pale-blond, curly hair that falls to her waist when it's down, pale blue eyes, and a rather round face. She's on the shorter side, but probably often favors heels.

And then I have her companion, Theodore Ace. She calls him "Ace" (because how could she pass up a good theme when its handed to her on a silver platter), he usually refers to himself as "Theodore," the Doctor calls him "Theo," and Rose calls him "Teddy" (as do I half the time, lol). Also, I am fully aware that there is a Classic Who companion named Ace, but I didn’t know this when I conceptualized his character and I’m way too attached to the theme to give it up now. I’ll somehow make it make sense, lol.

It occurred to me that it's kind of the NuWho rule of law that the Doctor's companion has to be from the current present day--which is understandable, it is an escapist fantasy after all--but I thought it would be fun to change up the status quo. So, Theodore is the third son of an English lord from either near the end of the Georgian Era or the beginning of the Victorian Era--I haven't quite nailed down the year yet, but somewhere in that area. He has two older brothers, three older sisters, and a younger half brother and sister from his father's second wife. (This number could change, but regardless, he has a lot of siblings.) Ace lived a very privileged life, and was a very happy and idealistic boy who idolized his older brothers and was adored by his older sisters. He had a particular love for Arthurian legend, Edmund Spenser, and other tales of knights and chivalric deeds—he was the sort of boy who would be obsessed with superheroes if he lived in the 21st century.

However, Ace was clever. Too clever. And when he was thirteen years old, he discovered something that sent his world crashing around his ears—namely, that his father was the head of one of the biggest crime syndicates in Britain.

I can’t decide whether I want this to mean that his father somehow conned himself into the English aristocracy (honestly probably the best option, a lot more fun) or cheated a cousin out of an inheritance or something, but regardless, he has cheated, lied, stolen, extorted, blackmailed, and even murdered to both obtain and maintain his status and finances. What’s worse, all of Ace’s older siblings are in on it, his brothers even being high-ranking members of the syndicate itself.

Far from being displeased at being found out, his father is very impressed with Ace’s intelligence—neither of his brothers figured it out on their own, especially not so young—and though Ace is still very young, his father offers to make him his protégée and train him up to replace him one day—if he can prove himself more capable than his brothers.

Ace, however, is absolutely horrified—to a boy that values honor and chivalry so highly, the discovery that everyone has been lying to him, that so many of his jolly “aunts and uncles” were just his father’s “business associates,” and his family and their good name is nothing but a sham was earth-shattering. To his father’s shock, he refused outright to have anything to do with the syndicate—and thus his life became a living nightmare.

Ace was immediately taken out of school and began to be tutored at home, so he could be under constant watch for fear that he might betray the family secret. From this point on in his life he was nearly completely isolated, aside from his sisters, who scorned him, and his brothers, who began to bully him relentlessly, both because of his convictions and their jealousy, for their father was still clearly determined to have him as his successor. Ace would have none of it, however.

When he finished his schooling at eighteen, Ace wanted to get a commission and go into the navy, but his father wouldn’t hear of it, for of course he would then be completely out of his reach and he’d have no way to keep an eye on him. Thus Ace was sent to university, ostensibly to be a clergyman, but in actuality was sent in hopes he would get a sense for what the “real world” was like and help bring him to his senses. This of course doesn’t work, though, having grown more bitter and pessimistic, he was now resisting less out of a desire to hold to his convictions and more to spite his father. He was of course being watched at all times, and Ace knew it, and he kept quiet. His father was under the impression that he did not betray him out of fear of what the syndicate would do to him if he did—however, it was actually because Ace knew that if he exposed his father, it would be the ruin of his innocent stepmother and half-siblings, and at present he had no means of taking care of them if they were left destitute.

When he comes home from university, to his father’s chagrin, Ace is quite possibly more stubborn than when he left, and will have nothing to do with his father’s business. He intends to take orders as soon as possible, and this is when his father catches on to what he’s planning to do—i.e., as soon as he has obtained a living and has some means of providing for his stepmother and half siblings, he plans to expose his family. Finally realizing that he’s a lost cause, his father comes to the conclusion that he will have to come up with a way to keep him quiet more…permanently.

One night a few weeks after he’s come home, at a ball he was forced to attend with his sisters, Ace spots a mysterious, rather lovely young woman milling about the crowd. His sisters immediately begin whispering—she’s here without an escort, bold as brass, who even is she, who invited her—and just to spite his sisters, he introduces himself to her and asks her to dance.

Later that night, after they’ve come home and his sisters had gone to bed, he’s startled to discover that same woman breaking into his house. More shocked than angry, especially as she doesn’t seem particularly perturbed by being caught, he of course asks her what on earth she’s doing.

“Among other things,” she says, plucking the wineglass a servant had just brought to him out of his hand and pouring its contents with great ceremony out of the window she’d just climbed through, “preventing a tragic filicide.”

Thus, after a series of convoluted events, Ace realizes that he has to run away for fear of his father attempting to murder him again and succeeding, and Joker offers that he travel with her—and thus, Joker and Ace’s adventures begin.

With his backstory out of the way, in terms of personality, Ace is a cynic, in danger of sliding further and further into nihilism. He believes that every good thing must have some dark underbelly, that everything has a catch—it takes a long time for Joker to make him believe that she didn’t have some ulterior motive for bringing him with her. Despite all of this, Ace is still a gentleman, it’s been too well-trained into him. Deep down, he still has his strong convictions and morals, and he can’t seem to help acting on them, though “logically” he can’t understand why. His arc of course is about how there is good in the world and that honor and chivalry are worth upholding and fighting for, so he does lighten up a bit over the course of the story, but it takes awhile. Also there will of course be an arc where he returns to take care of “family business.” (Mwhahhahha.)

Because I am just this corny, if this were an actual show I would have episodes of character significance for him called “Ace of Diamonds,” “Ace of Spades, “Ace of Clubs,” and yes, of course, “Ace of Hearts,” but as it’s not, they may end up as chapter titles.

I’m also thinking that a running gag will be that though he tries to hide how interested he is in it at first, he absolutely loves learning about pop culture. He spends hours researching and watching things in the TARDIS’s library, and in turn Joker loves introducing him to things. I’m thinking at some point she gifts him a spaced-out Walkman that can access all of any planet or culture’s music if it is present on that planet (this is MAYBE a little GOTG inspired, sue me). He discovers late 90’s/early 00’s punk rock and it does something to his brain chemistry (he’s a Yellowcard stan), probably gets into fantasy novels, and probably cried while watching LOTR. It would also be hilarious if at some point Joker blows up on someone for casually mentioning that Darth Vader is Luke’s father in his hearing.

Unlike Joker, Ace tends to wear black, usually some variation on a suit—to paraphrase AOS, every century has a boring square. He’s also a talented fencer and is usually carrying a rapier, and possibly eventually some form of handgun (which of course the Doctor is not a fan of). Also, in terms of appearance he’s fairly average height (shorter than his brothers), short dark hair, brown eyes, and, despite his otherwise very classy, aristocratic air, dimples. Given that he was about to take orders, he’s probably nearly 24 years old.

Joker and Ace are technically a grumpy x sunshine dynamic, though I don’t think I did that intentionally. It is a little bit more complex than that, but I don’t want to spoil too much in case I ever actually write this, but suffice it so say that it is in some ways similar to the NuWho Doctor-and-companion relationship, but in other ways pretty different.

Though it will involve both, I sort of imagine Joker and Ace to lean more towards the historical/time travel side of the DW universe than the alien/space travel side that NuWho often favors. It would be very fun to write them into some of the NuWho episodes—The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel, The Lazarus Experiment, and the Metacrisis are a few that come to mind—as well as vice-versa, especially during Series 2. Rose and Ace would have SUCH a fun dynamic, they are nearly complete opposites and probably wouldn’t get along well at first, but eventually settle into a brother-and-sister/partners-in-crime dynamic (i.e., Ace keeps Rose from nearly getting herself killed all the time).

Also, on a completely unrelated note, there is a lot of dancing in this story. I don’t know why, but I picture them dancing together a lot. They are both very good, Joker loves it and Ace can’t even bring himself to pretend to hate it. The Doctor is convinced that they’re on some dance-tour of the universe, because half the time he happens to run into them they’re investigating what the social dancing scene is like in the culture they’re visiting. (They have to learn the lindy hop at some point, this is a requirement.)

The weird thing about this story is I only have the major plot points vaguely planned out, but I could write the ending write now. Take that as you will.

Out of curiosity, would anyone be interested in reading some of my concepts and ideas about my Doctor Who oc’s if I were to post them? I don’t really have time to write anything for them right now, but I might at a later date, and they are taking up SO much brain space.

[wtfsteveharrington]

Can we please get domestic Steve Harrington? Literally anything soft. I love the way you write him

a/n: i was running errands today & got some inspo for this :') hopefully it's good domestic energy! gn!reader

You and Steve quickly settled into roles at the grocery store.

Your job is to lead the way, keeping the two of you on track. His job is to push the cart and look pretty. 

He doesn’t complain about being able to watch the view as you bend over to grab something off the bottom shelf, but that’s besides the point. 

“What do you want to eat this week?” Steve’s shaking his head at the sound of your voice, trying to snap out of his trace as you stand up. “To eat? Well it depends. If I’m cooking? We can safely do tacos, spaghetti…. Pretty much anything that requires simply browning meat and mixing a sauce in. If you’re cooking? Whatever you want to cook for me. I’ll even say please and thank you for each meal.” 

You’re rolling your eyes as you sit a can of tomatoes into the cart. “While I appreciate the thoughtful answer it doesn’t help me. Just throw out some ideas, Steve.” He’s stepping around the cart, squinting at the list in your hands. “Well if you were going to make me decide when we got here then what the hell was the point of this?” There’s a playful scowl on your face as you push past his shoulder, making your way down the aisle. 

Steve’s grabbing the front of the cart now, dragging it along behind both of you. Your eyes are hyper focused on the groceries in front of you, purposely avoiding his eye which you know will drive him crazy if you don’t glance back. “Fine, I’ll make whatever I want and I better get that please and thank you with each plate or I’m not letting you eat any dessert for the rest of the week.”

He’s laughing, the sound reverberating through your body and turning your scowl to a fond smile. The way this boy has you wrapped around his finger.

“Pinkie promise I’ll be good.” There’s a blinding grin coming your way as he stands up on his tiptoes to get favorite pasta shape off the top shelf. He’s learned all your favorites since you started going together. 

“Alright, Lover Boy. Go grab an onion, will you?” You don’t miss the look of confusion on his features before he’s turning away to go complete his mission. In that second you know there’s no way you’re getting an onion. 

Steve returns a few minutes later, waiting until you’re distracted by your list again to slide the produce bag into a cluttered part of the cart. You cock an eyebrow, attempting to lean over the cart to check the bag. “You did get an onion, right?” He’s acting affronted, pulling the cart away from you. 

“What you think I can’t pick out-“ Scoff “- an onion of all things? Do you really have such little faith in me? Ole Stevie he can’t pick product to save his life.” 

This is not a fight, no matter how playful, you’re going to have in the middle of the store. Instead you’re holding your hands up in surrender, stepping backwards. “I’m not saying you can’t. I’m just saying there’s no harm in asking for help.” 

Steve’s pushing the cart around you now, making his own way down the aisle. “You gotta have some faith me in.” 

——

When you get back, you’re in charge of putting away the groceries while Steve brings the rest of the bags in. It doesn’t take long for you to stumble across a double knotted produce bag. Inside you find: 

- a red onion

- a yellow onion

- two shallots

- and a bundle of green onions 

Steve enters the kitchen, arms covered in bags. This proud grin on his face as he sits them down on the counter. “See, I told you I got an onion. And you didn’t believe me.” 

All you can do is laugh, separating the onions to go where they belong. “You got us plenty of options, that’s for sure.” He’s delivering a firm smack to your backside, laughing to himself as he goes back to do a final check of the car. 

You’re pretty convinced you’d eat the wrong onion for the rest of your life if it meant you could keep him around.

[arctrooper69]

The Things We Fight For - Chapter 3

Girls night with Omega doesn't quite go as planned.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, guys! Hopefully the next few chapters will come quicker!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Warnings: None? Sisterly bonding time with Omega?

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The blonde-haired girl in front of you bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, giving you a wide, toothy smile. You could feel the excitement emanating from her small body. "I've never had a girl's night before! This is gonna be so much fun!"

You smiled back, amused at her antics but the heavy feeling in your chest remained. Pull it together, y/n! You berated yourself silently. Omega deserves this. Don't make this all about yourself. Stop being so selfish.

A small hand grabbed yours, pulling you abruptly from your spiraling thoughts. Omega looked up at you with questioning eyes. "Are you okay?"

You squeezed her hand and grinned down at her. "I'm alright, kid. Just got distracted is all."

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, frowning. "If you say so..."

You nodded and smiled at her.

She returned the grin. "So what should we do first?"

"Well I was thinking we'd get something to eat first. I don't know about you but I'm starving!"

"Ooh yeah! Good idea. Can we get Mantell Mix!?" she asked hopefully, looking up at you with pleading brown eyes.

"Mantell Mix isn't food, silly." You chuckled. "Let's get some actual food and then we'll see about the Mantell Mix."

"I guessss...." Omega stuck her tounge out. "Hey after we eat, can we go see a holofilm?"

"Sure, kid. Echo left us quite a few credits. We can do whatever we want."

"Yes!" Omega pumped her fist in the air.

***

The air was crisp as the two of you stepped out of the theater. Omega hopped up on the curb and put her arms out to balance herself. "I can't believe he was the bad guy the whole time!" She exclaimed.

You smiled, greatful for the distraction. Maybe Hunter was right. You did feel better taking a break to do things that normal people did. It was nice to pretend that everything was okay.

A shadow caught your eye as you turned towards Omega. The uncomfortable feeling of a familiar presence drifted through you like a draft and you shivered. Around you the street lights began to flicker on as the sky became darker. You're just imaging things. It'd been a stressful day. Shaking off your unease, you turned back towards Omega who was still prattling on about the film.

"And did you notice that the shuttle they jumped out of was a V-19 Torrent?" She squinted and cocked her head as if thinking very hard about something. "At least I think that's what it was. Tech's still trying to teach me all about different kinds of starships and shuttles and all that."

You nodded. "You're very observant, aren't you."

Omega smiled. "That's what Hunter says."

You flagged down the nearest air taxi.

Hunter. The heavy feeling in your chest returned and you sighed, climbing into the speeder after Omega.

She yawned, resting her head on your shoulder. "It's okay to be sad sometimes, you know."

You looked down at her, resting your cheek on her head. "I know, kid."

The taxi pulled to a stop across the way from Cid's. It was dark now but the city lights bathed the street in a dim yellow glow. Omega grabbed your hand as you walked into the building adjacent to Cid's and climbed up the stairs to the small room you'd rented out. She yawned again, rubbing her eyes. Your eyes watered as you yawned as well.

"Let's get you ready for bed." You squeezed her hand. She nodded, clearly already feeling sleepy.

"You hit the fresher first while I make up the bed." You tousled her hair and she squirmed away with a giggle, heading into the fresher.

The bed was small, but it was much bigger and way more comfortable than your bunk on the Marauder. You sank down onto the blankets, suddenly feeling very exhausted. The shower turned on and you could hear music faintly playing from Omega's datapad. She took it everywhere with her - a habit she'd probably picked up from Tech.

You sighed shakily, the events of the past few weeks all started to pile up, overflowing the walls you'd desperately constructed. It made you feel heavier than ever. You couldn't shove the thoughts away anymore. The tears came hot and heavy as you collapsed, burying your face in the pillows as you sobbed.

***

The bed dipped slightly as a small body clamored up beside you. You gasped at the sudden interruption. How long had you been crying? Omega was in her pyjamas.

"Shh...it's okay." She soothed, running her fingers through your hair.

You sat up, wiping your eyes hastily. "I'm sorry." You sniffed.

Omega looked up at you; her big brown eyes were soft. How could someone so young hold so much compassion? She reached for your hand. "Don't be sorry. Everybody gets sad sometimes."

You shook your head. "You shouldn't have to see me like this."

Omega shrugged. "I don't mind."

You chuckled and squeezed her hand. This kid.

"It's more than just Crosshair, isn't it."

You didn't respond.

"You miss him, don't you?"

You nodded slowly wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Yeah, kid. I miss him." You took a shuddering breath. "I miss him so much, but..."

Omega squeezed your hand. "But what?"

You shook your head. "I don't know"

"Is it Hunter?" She asked softly.

You scoffed. "Yeah no. I don't think so. Hunter thinks I'm useless. I'm a burden that's gonna end up getting myself or everyone else killed." You mimicked his voice for the last part.

Omega's eyes sparkled as she giggled. "That's not what I heard. I..."

CRASH. The deafening sound of shattering glass cut her off mid sentence.

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