#i wish i could boop everyone back so bad

[little-pup-pip]

Happy Halloween!!

[in1-nutshell]

(Forgive me If I already requested this again, but I kind of forgot but)

I really loved your requests about bot buddy con having the personality of death in puss and boots: the last wish!

Now I wanna see Bumblebee’s reaction finally getting to meet the con (plus some more bots who haven’t met as well)

Haven't seen this Buddy in a hot minute.

There was another request with a similar ask, so I'm mixing the two into this one.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy with the personality of Death from "Puss in Boots The Last Wish" with Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Ratchet, and Arachnid

SFW, Mention of death and injuries, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Bumblebee

Bumblebee tries to hide how terrified he is.

He has most of his team fooled, but even they know that he has some fear over this Con.

Everyone does.

As far as Bumblebee knows, he was the only Autobot in history to have landed one shot on this Con. Bad thing being that now they have a special vendetta against him.

Firmly believes that they are some supernatural being of vengeance and death.

It is the only explanation that he can think of.

His team knows that the con has some sort of vendetta against him and actively helps him out of situations fast.

He is extremely thankful for their actions.

Sometimes when things get too quiet, he sometimes thinks he can hear the whistling through the walls.

Bumblebee walking through the empty base.

The eerie sound of The Whistle sound through the halls.

Bee just stays in his place in absolute terror as the lights flicker a bit.

The lights turn back to their normal state and The Whistle disappears.

Bee slowly walks back to the main room with shaky blaster at the ready.

Bulkhead

Bulkhead has an intense fear of the Con.

It rivals his fear of Scraplets.

He has completely frozen on the battlefield when hearing The Whistle.

Bulkhead has lost so many of his friends and companions thanks to this Con.

The absolute carnage he has seen after they leave is enough to make him sick in his tanks for days.

He is trying to respond differently to the whistle instead of freezing, its kind of hard to cover for his giant frame or even attempt to move him.

Bulkhead readying his wrecking ball for the reinforcements.

The Whistle is carried through the air like an omen.

“BEEP! Boop bep— (BULKHEAD! Bulkhead where--)"--Bumblebee

Bulkhead snatching Bumblebee up and sprinting to the groundbridge with shaky servos.

Ratchet

Ratchet gets chills down his spine every time someone comms in about the Con being in the area.

He has seen this Con up close before.

Not because he had to patch them up, but because they had purposely gotten close to him.

They didn’t do anything as he froze in fear over the deceased body of a comrade. Just a simple look before walking away and disappearing into the smoke of the battle.

Ratchet absolutely loathes the sound of the whistle. It brings back too many unpleasant feelings that almost make him freeze.

He believes the Con has a soft spot for medics.

That is the only reason why he has stayed alive near them for so long.

He could only wish for that luck to be sent to his team.

Ratchet on the field helping Bumblebee to the groundbridge.

The Whistle is sharp and close.

Ratchet picks up Bumblebee and tries to trek faster to the groundbridge.

Out of the corner of his optic he spots the familiar figure emerging from the smoke. They only look at Ratchet as he throws Bumblebee in and then goes in himself.

Arachnid

Nope.

This is the one Con that Arachnid refuses to mess with.

This Con’s even more lethal than she is and 10 times more dangerous.

At this point she half believes that this isn’t a Cybertronain, but an evil primordial being.

She tries to pretend that the whistling doesn’t bother her.

It’s a lie.

But maybe… maybe this is just some big shot trying to one up her on her own game.

Two can play that game.

Arachnid walking through the forest stalking an unsuspecting Breakdown and Dreadwing.

Arachnid is about to deliver the fatal blow when something sharp cuts her webs.

It’s a very familiar looking scythe.

Too familiar…

“Insubordination and attempt to murder a fellow Decepticon? Oh that simply won’t do.”--Buddy

Arachnid looks at Buddy’s frightening red optics.

“I’ll have your helm mounted on my wall!”--Arachnid

Arachnid tries to strike at Buddy.

She fails and gets pinned to the ground by the scythe.

“Oh, dear Arachnid… this is long overdue… and I’m going to enjoy this very much.”--Buddy

A bit later Buddy emerges from the bush scaring Breakdown and Dreadwing.

“Where did you come from? Not that we aren’t--”--Breakdown

“It no longer concerns you Breakdown. The danger is gone now.”--Buddy

“Danger?”--Dreadwing

“No longer exists. Now, lets get back to the Nemesis, shall we?”--Buddy

[celestiamour]

ft. cassandra nova x f! reader — marvel

╰₊✧ “how come your fingers are in everyone but me?”┊0.7k words

contains: smut!! dom cassandra & sub reader┊master/pet dynamic, fingering

➤ author's note: sapphics, come get your food (i need her so bad)

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ tagging some people i saw in the "cassandra nova x reader" tag: @cyber-harpie @ilovecookies12

even if her long, dexterous fingers have always been an object of your fascination, you swear it was only a joke, never expecting her to do anything of this nature with you when she’s everything and you’re just one of the many variant minions running around, something you laughed about after seeing her hands go through another’s mind for the thousandth time. 

although, you wouldn’t complain about the compromising position you found yourself in when night fell and she called you to enter her room, in fact, it made you wish you had asked her that question earlier. the power exuding from her tone when she told you to strip and sit on her bed was a massive turn-on, which isn’t something she needed her telepathy powers to figure out.

“what a dirty girl you are,” cassandra cooed, “so wet, and i haven’t even done anything yet.” her attention was locked on your nude form with a focus on your bare heat, a little smirk on her face and a sparkle in her piercing eyes that loved what she was seeing. she remained fully clothed, reminding you of the imbalance in power, leaning your back onto her chest and resting her chin on the crook of your shoulder. “such a slut.”

her breath ghosted the shell of your ear and made you shiver. “don’t tease me, please…” you whined at her middle finger gently running along your folds trying to buck your hips into her touch yet only making her move away and booping you on the nose with the index finger instead. it’s such a silly little gesture in such a sexually charged situation, showing how much she loved to toy with you. it’s her favorite thing ever, even up there on the list with entering people’s minds, she just never had the chance to do it in such an intimate manner before.

“how desperate,” she tutted as if disappointed when she really relished in how needy you were for her. you’re so soaked that the first two digits slipped in with ease, but not without a soft gasp at the intrusion, starting her pace lazily before slowly picking up speed. 

pathetic pitched moans slip from your lips, music to her ears, rolling your hips to push her further into you and clutching onto her other arm that kept your thighs parted for dear life. the unfamiliar buzzing warmth of pleasure pricked your skin, unable to remember the last time you felt so good ever since entering the void as your own touch and random one-night stands couldn’t compare.

the way her talented fingers quickly located and started curling up to bully your sweet spot had you breathless, occasionally scissoring you apart and causing white sparks to flicker in your vision. you didn’t last very long, shuddering and tearing up as your climax washed over you like a wave and you writhed in her grasp, gushing all over her hand.

you were too immersed in lust to realize how intensely cass was admiring your beauty, her first time really noticing the physical features of your face when before you would always look away from her gaze when you met your eyes. she was never sure if it was embarrassment or fear, but she can now see it was the former given the obvious crush you had. “what a cute little thing you are…” 

even though you were already spent from your first real orgasm in ages, she wasn’t done with you yet as a wicked idea formed in her mind. her fingers continued to plunge into you, making you yelp from overstimulation and trying to shrink back into her because you didn’t think you could handle taking her again so soon.

she chuckled darkly seeing you squirm, “don’t try to run from me, isn’t this what you asked for? besides, I decided you don’t need to be my minion anymore, you can be my pet instead!” she retracted for a moment to show you the sleeve of her trench coat, particularly the dark stain on the fabric (although, your sex-hazed mind was hardly able to process what she was doing). “after all, i need to punish you for getting my coat dirty, don’t i? the night is far from over, pet~ i want to see more of those beautiful reactions…”

[puckpocketed]

tag game! pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (if you can)

thank u for the boop @maxkeplers <3 i WILL be flexing my listening range and overdoing the assignment (song blurbs!!!). additionally, all songs link to youtube + collected playlist at the end if anyone would like to listen to them all in one place :3

P - Perfect Blue by Macross 82-99. I used to stream my art years ago and one of my viewers linked some Macross, and I’ve never looked back. this is one of my faves from their discography. I hope that guy is doing okay!!

U - Uh Huh by TrippyThaKid. hehehe weed song . i confess this one’s on my ranked valorant hype playlist for when i need to Lock In <- duelist main (derogatory). the music video by itself is such a wonderful experience but also his flow is bizarrely sick and compelling to me <3

C - Cold Turkey by The Happy Fits. Everyone moved on from 2010s british alt rock but i’m still there and so are THF. theyre still releasing this type of stuff in the year of our lord!! there’s whimsy to them… they have a whistle only section in this song… u will have to pry this music from my cold dead fins…!!!!!!

K - Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer. i love rom coms so bad, and every time i listen to this song i am filled with the sweetest nostalgia <3 if you haven’t seen How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. please. it’s a batshit film about two deeply damaged people trying to play relationship chicken whilst torturing each other in an effort to get the other person to leave them. they simply do NOT make films like this anymore !!!

P - Pressure by Abhi The Nomad. he’s an Indian hip hop artist, he raps and sings and has this habit of slotting these gorgeous little electric guitar solos into his songs. there’s a pop twist to his music, and he collabs far and wide. this song is slow and buttery smooth and such a pleasure to listen to.

O - Oh Yeah! by Green Day. they’re still making music and it still fucking slaps and i will nevaaa move past my based punk KINGS.

C - Chocolate by Day6. alright so has anyone ever run into that problem of finding a song from an artist/band and it vibes with you hard and brings you joy and you go to check out their other music and it turns out the song you liked was some experimental B-side track and none of their other stuff is like that. well. this was me with this song except this song was a thing they wrote for the OST of a kdrama. i wish i was joking. </3

K - Karma Bonfire by Diablo Swing Orchestra. ill be real. this is theatre kid music. but its somehow not attached to a musical. it’s also got jazz and swing elements. yeah idk either.

E - Escape by Asta. just one of my faves. nothing smart to say i just love this.

T - The Dreamer by The Vaccines. this is not the first song from this album i’ve recommended. this is my album of the year. it’s about remembering a relationship, the end of it, the never-end of it. my favourite lyrics in this song are from the chorus, “I know the night has got two faces, there’s one that runs and one that chases, but if I caught you in between, then I would wait for you in dreams.”

E - Eternal Groove by Android52. what it says on the tin. i could listen to this on loop for hours. i have done so!

D - Dark Matter by Steve Vai. to round out our instrumental theme… Can we have him on a Hades 2 music dlc. pleek. steve vai i love uou <3 he writes music i would blast if i was condemned to running solo tank on a raid you know what i mean??

Here’s the whole thing on youtube in a handy playlist as promised! it’s not very coherent in terms of genre or vibes at all so caveat emptor BIGLY

tagging: @oensible <- if u find a way to include weezer i would simply perish from laughter. @em-ptynet @sevennone @brocksfaber @chownkie @mkaugust @larsnicklas @wheelsnipecelebrini as always no pressure to play!! and if you see this and would like to join in, consider yourself tagged 🫵💯🔥🔥🔥

[saeskiss]

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

kazuha x fem!reader. 1.5k wc. 5/6/23. part 2! part 3!

kazuha has had feelings for you for as long as you can remember, so why do you constantly play dumb?

✧ childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, kazuha being a hopeless romantic (it’s in the title), mentions of the word hard (multiple times) (non-suggestive, i swear). 

“what are you sighing for?” you turn to the white-haired male, pen in hand, staring off into space, thinking hard—you observe this about him. 

he’s almost always thinking hard about many things and you find this admirable about him. its the way he’s able to have so much room in his brain to store the thoughts he holds. but this also grows bad habits of his where he tends to bottle his emotions up too much, leaving no room for people like you to enter.

you wish hard (theres the word again), that he would just open up about the thoughts that go on in his brain because you want to be able to think with him, and tell him that he’s not alone in whatever he’s thinking. 

“tons of things.” kazuha finally replies back after moments of silence, tapping his pencil onto his journal on the table with a stanza format written on it. 

kazuha knows that even if he tries to explain what was going in his head, it wouldn’t make any sense. so he wasn’t going to bother you with his useless endless rants that could go on forever if he really wanted to.

“i bet you’re thinking about me.” you rest your elbows onto the table, your head lying in both of your hands, giving kazuha a smug smile.

you could see the tip of his ears going red at the sudden words coming out of your mouth, surprising him but nonetheless keeping his composure.

“i bet i’m not.” he gives you a boop on the nose, and this time it’s your turn to get flustered by the tiniest of his touch that had made you yearn for more. 

kazuha chuckles, leaning back into his chair, thinking—once again. 

he’s aware that you want to know about the thoughts that go in his head, but he doesn’t allow you to see through him. it would be him indirectly admitting that he had a soft spot for you. and he couldn’t allow that.

he had built this wall in front of everyone—this facade that he allowed everyone else to see. and he had already let you see the vulnerable him and he couldn’t allow you to get to see more of him but this time with the thing he does best, speak his mind. 

kazuha then realizes that he could admit to a lot of things—like the time in primary school when he had asked your mom what type of chocolates you had liked and once he had decided on your many favorites, he went to your house to give you flowers and your favorite chocolates (including an additional stuffed animal) for valentines day and was all dressed up at your door but as soon as he was about to call you, he had received a notification on his phone that you had posted something and yet again another picture of you and your new boyfriend that he had been unaware about. and to thus, he failed miserably for one of the first several attempts he had tried to hint at you that he had this big fat schoolgirl crush. and he had declared it as a mission that he had to succeed. 

not like you were a mission or anything, he just wanted you to be aware of his feelings for you so you could think about them and reconsider your life choices. (and the last couple of years you’ve spent dating around; and when i mean dating around i mean dating someone new every month. hm, i wonder why there’s no spark between you and these people...)

he also remembers the time in primary school when he tried leaving notes and little love poems in your locker signed by a “secret admirer” that you tried to uncover for weeks but eventually gave up because the person (kazuha) had stopped writing to you. (he gave up because there was no point anymore) you were guessing everyone but him, could you believe that? he was astonished to say the least. he’s written and dedicated many, and i mean many poems to you, and he even showed some of them off at the art show at the attempt that someone would ask you if you guys were a thing, to even put the thought to linger in your brain for a bit, but you stopped them and reassured them it was just the amazing friendship bond you guys had. 

and not only that, but when he asked you to be his date to his dad’s wedding because he had told you that he had “no one” knowing he could’ve asked beidou, or someone else—anyone in fact, he was quite popular when it came to the looks aspect. you gladly obliged because he was asking a simple and short favor which you had thought nothing of at the time. 

again, kazuha will admit to many of his embarrassing attempts at asking you out when you guys were in primary school because, let’s face it; it was in the past and you wouldn’t and shouldn’t think anything of it because who would remember those as a thing that would taint you except for kazuha himself?

he can admit to many attempts at trying to woo you because, but he will never open his mouth and blatantly tell you that all he still has an embarrassing schoolgirl crush on you. it wasn’t even like he had any pride to begin with. he was a humble man, but he couldn’t risk everything—the years of work he’s—you guys had put into this friendship. 

he values your guys’ friendship above everything else in this entire world—maybe even more than he values his own ability to write. to just throw away your guys’ friendship like it was nothing would make his whole world come crashing down into pieces. 

your frown deepens, inches away from kazuha, expecting nothing else from him. he was going to give you the same vague answer every time, so why did you even bother?

this time, you sigh. this makes kazuha’s body shiver, at the feeling of your breath coming so close to his neck, his brain going hazy at all the endless outcomes this conversation could give him.

“now, why are you sighing?” he turns his body to face you making eye contact with you.

because i want to know what goes on in that pretty little brain of yours. the words that you couldn’t bring yourself to say so you bite your lip, nervous that the words would just come spewing out of your mouth. 

“nothing.” you give kazuha a smug smile, leaving him speechless at the fact that you had used one of things he had said earlier against him. 

you see the way that his lips do a slight upturn, impressed with the answer you had given him. “i’m impressed.” you flash a grin and by now, you’re sure he’s is smiling at you so hard that his cheeks are starting to grow numb. 

“i learn from the best.” you lightly tap his nose and just from that you see a light shade of pink tinting his cheeks.

“i know.” he smiles as he places his pen down on the table and faces you properly. he resists—he swears he resists, but the words come out of his mouth like a sudden word vomit, nothing that he could put back into his mouth now that they were out.

a moment of silence passes before kazuha opens his mouth, choosing his choice of words carefully. 

“i’m in love with you.” your eyes widened at the sudden confession coming out of kazuha’s mouth. you knew that he had lingering feelings for you in the past, but you never knew that what he felt for you was love. and the fact that he still had it. you knew his sudden attempts at wooing you in primary school was him showing his love for you, automatically assuming that love was platonic, but you seriously never thought his love was the same as your love for him.

oh god. 

“what?” the first word you say back to kazuha is what. wow. great job. don’t screw this up. you silently tell yourself, crossing your fingers under the table.

kazuha takes a moment to think to himself of what he should say next, and he decides that the best thing he could possibly do is move on because your reaction does not seem satisfactory in his eyes. (he’s calling you the oblivious one). 

“never mind. want to read this poem i wrote?” he gets up from his position where he was facing you. you nod in response dumbstruck by the change of kazuha’s words.

oh fuck me. 

“also do you want to go to my mom’s second wedding as my plus one? she said for me to bring someone.” he looks up from his journal where your eyes meet and suddenly you find yourself immersed into kazuha’s trance. 

“of course i can, should i get her a gift?” and for the rest of the night, the topic was long forgotten and the words that you had want to reciprocate back to kazuha had been shoved down to the bottom of your throat and saved in a small bag for next time. 

©saeskiss 2023

[leahsflwer]

Twilight - Them finding you crying 🌧️ pt. 3

Warnings: Mentions of $uicidal thoughts, depression, insecurities, angst topics, fluff

Twilight characters x Y/N (Your/Name)

Go read part 1 and part 2!!!! GO GO haha

Victoria -

She would watch you and Riley argue and just stay entertained until he slapped you. An anger building up inside her and pinning Riley to the wall, threatening him. Afterwards she came to you and cupped your face looking at every detail to see if she can see how bad the smack was. Smiling at you and letting you know that Riley won’t be coming near you with such disrespect.

Marcus -

His abilities allowed him to see mates and he knew you were his, but would wait until you fell for him. But knowing you were his mate made him protective. When Caius was blaming you for letting a human free, he could feel your anger, none of the others believed you and that shot a pain throughout you, he noticed it and shook his head, telling everyone you were with him that night so you couldn’t have done such a thing, even if you weren’t actually with him that night. He needed you to not cry in front of everyone, it hurt him. Later on when you asked him about it he just sat with you and let you play with his hair as he spoke.

~”I don’t know where you were last night. But I couldn’t have you standing there with that painful expression. I want to make sure you’re safe at all times”

Seth -

You came to him. He was with the boys out in the woods playing around when Jacob pointed you out. He immediately ran over to you and pulled you into a hug, spinning you around lightly, but when he put you down to see you crying he froze up. He was quick to wipe the tears and kiss your cheeks, letting you know that he’s there for you and will listen if you wish to speak. Once you told him what was on your mind he kissed you hands and pulled you into a more soft and warm hug, whispering slight praises to calm your mind down.

Kate -

She had been out hunting and came back, into the kitchen washing some blood off her mouth by the sink, that’s when she heard the sniffles from in front of her, you sat on top of the kitchen bench, staring out the window with tears just casually rolling down your cheeks. She felt bad and dried her hands and face. Coming over to you and asking what’s up. Putting on her lip gloss while listening, only to boop a bit on your nose with a little giggle. Trying to make you smile, which she accomplished.

Vladimir -

When he spotted you sniffling and looking up at the night sky before the fight with Volturi he sighed out of annoyance for becoming soft for someone. But came over to you and smiled, kissing your tears away, getting shocked by you suddenly laying your head on his chest and crying. He was hesitant but eventually patted your back and when you calmed down he pulled you back to the camp fire and let you sit on his lap to feel safe and protected.

Tanya -

She spotted you run outside having what one could call a panic attack. She was worried and didn’t know what to do when she followed you. Tanya gently made you look at her and take deep breaths. Reminding you to keep your eyes on hers and not look away. Being patient with you as you slowly calmed yourself down. She gave you the sweetest smile and kissed your forehead, letting you just stare into her eyes.

Carmen -

You were both out in the snow by her home and as she looked down in the silence between you both, spotting little water drops falling into the snow. She looked at you instantly and felt worried. Panicking almost. She took her fur coat off and wrapped it around your body, kissing all over your face.

~”Tell me Princess. What’s the matter? What’s hurting you so badly?”

Angela -

You came by her house to help with studying as she was very intelligent compared to most students. It made you stressed that you couldn’t get it but didn’t notice until she asked if something was wrong. That question had you breaking down on her bed. She hurried over and hugged you. Soon it just ended up with you both cuddling and her playing with your hair and making sure you sleep peacefully.

Eric -

He was crying at the same time as you, you were both emotional at the cute couple dating in one others arms in the film. He thought he was the only one being an emotional puppy until he heard your little sniffles. Eric was a bit taken back but smiled and let you lay you head on his shoulder as he kept his hand on your waist. Both of you enjoying the movie and his always checking that you’re alright.

[lightvsdark18]

Twisted Wonderland- Friendship Bracelets

Alice knocks on the door to Grim's room and enters to see him already in bed. He questions what it is and gets handed a box with his name. He shakes the lid off and presses his paws against a pale pink ribbon.

He pulls and unrolls it to see the pattern painted on, having her phone light help see the cyan paws, cherry red hearts, medium blue spades, and royal blue stars. He questions what is it for.

"Valentine's Day, it's a holiday in my world," Alice states while sitting down on the bed.

"What's Valentine's Day?" Grim responds.

"A day celebrating love and it's different forms of it." She reaches out towards him and pulls him onto her lap. "And I grew to love you." She kisses his forehead.

He pulls away and complains, leading her to teasingly kiss his face, chuckling at his disgust. She let go him and pats his head at seeing his angry frown.

"Tomorrow's Valentine's Day. I thought you could wear it tomorrow and be the first one to receive to their Valentine gift." She boops his nose.

He smirks. "Of course The Great Grim would be the one to look stylish before anyone. I'll wear since you made for me."

He places the ribbon back in the box and jumps down to carry it to his vanity which was a short table.

"I can weave it through the magestone for you." She takes his daily ribbon and slides the magestone off to pull the new one through.

He smiles at seeing it ready, then hurries back to bed and demands she leave so he can sleep.

"Not until you say the words after you receive something."

"Words after you receive something? I didn't follow." She sighs at the creature.

"Say thank you, Grim. I painted on each charm on that ribbon after all."

He refuses, so she threats to take the ribbon back and gets a half-heartedly thank you. She messes up his fur and chuckles as she left, hearing him complain behind her. She wishes him a good night and shuts the door.

In the morning, everyone's gathers for breakfast and see Grim stroll in confidently and brags about his new ribbon. Ace teases him, saying how cute it look on the small kitty cat. Kalim asks where Grim got it and compliments Alice's skill. Rook goes off on poetic ramble about the beauty of the ribbon and how the paint strokes tie the colors together.

Vil ignore Rook and leaves the dining room while dragging Epel along and eventually Rook following after them. Jamil sighs at not having a quiet breakfast and drags Kalim out of the door as well.

Alice asks Ace and Deuce to stay behind for a bit and reach into her bookbag to present two boxes with their names.

"A gift? Aw, you shouldn't have," Ace playful teases and lifts the lid to a beaded bracelet.

The two boys inspect the white and black beads with color charms in the middle. They glance up at her for an explanation. She states that today's Valentine's Day and felt like celebrating it by giving her closet friends something to show her appreciation.

"It's matching bracelets." She slides her sleeve up to show a similar bracelet. "The heart is for Ace, spade for Deuce, star for me and paw for Grim. All I ask is you wear it just for today... then you can throw it in a drawer and forget about it."

She looks at Ace and sarcastically says the last part as a jab towards him.

He angrily frowns at her. "Rude."

Deuce chuckles and slides the bracelet on. "I promise I'll keep it somewhere safe unlike Ace."

"Hey!"

"Now I understand why Grim has a new ribbon. You couldn't make him a bracelet and chose a ribbon instead."

"Yeah! And I automatically got the better gift!" Grim poses with his paws on his hips.

Alice palms his face and listens to him complain.

"Kate, is there anything you would like in return? I would feel bad if I'll the only one receiving a gift."

"Suck up." Ace smirks.

"I'm not being a suck up, Ace. She spent her time and money to make us something, we should return the favor," Deuce passionately responds.

"Alright, alright, don't need to get all high and mighty. Anyway, what do you want, Kate?" The two look at her and got a shrug. "You're not helpful." Ace sighs.

Grim tugs on her pant leg to tell her they have to leave. She holds his paw and heads towards the door with the two closely following behind.

~~~~

"What's up with the new ribbon, Grim?" Jack asks as he opens his milk tea.

"Jealous?" Grim confidently looks up at Jack.

"Um, no, I'm just curious." The creature makes a face.

Epel answers the question, "Kate made it for him. Though, I don't know why."

"It's because she loves The Great Grim!" The creature shouts.

"Grim, quiet down, you don't want Kate or Vil lecturing you, do you?" Deuce warns and watches little guy pout in annoyance.

Jamil speaks up, "I noticed you and Ace are wearing beaded bracelets similar to Grim's bow. Did she make that for you two as well?"

Deuce responds, "um, yes, apparently today's a holiday known in her world called Valentine's Day."

"Valentine's Day? What's that?" Kalim adds.

Ace place his drink down and answers, "it's day about celebrating love from what she said. She gave us the bracelets to celebrate in a way. Because we're her closest friends, we were the only ones who received a gift from her." He smugly smirks.

"Aw, I would have liked a bracelet from her, but that's okay. Maybe next year we can exchange gifts." Kalim innocently smiles.

"What're you guys talking about?" Alice appears behind the main three and sits back down in her seat in between Ace and Grim.

Jamil answers her and requests for more of an explanation on her world's holiday. She admits she doesn't know the history and only knows the meaning behind the day.

"Sounds like a cute holiday. I mean-!" Epel stops himself to think up a different response, receiving a chuckle from her.

"You're right, Epel. Though, the holiday is mainly for couples and no one really thinks about the other types of love you can celebrate on the day." She rests her cheek on her fist in slight disappointment.

Jack speaks up, "since you already fulfilled your end of the gift exchange, what are you three going to give her in return?"

Ace scratches the back of his head, admitting he wasn't sure. Deuce agrees with his friend while Grim responds with fancy tuna only to be shot down. Deuce explains he wouldn't mind buying her one of the cafeteria's desserts, but Vil wouldn't allow it. Ace suggests sneaking out to Sam's shop to get some or asking for Trey's help.

"Sneaking out to do what?" The two jump and whip around to see an annoyed Vil, and Rook. "Are you planning to sneak out to eat sweets when the VDC is a week away?"

"Chill, man. I never said we were going to eat sweets, I was suggesting buy some for Kate." Ace stares annoyingly at Vil.

"And why are you suddenly wanting to buy her sweets?"

"To show my appreciation towards her, what else?"

Rook joins in on the conversation. "Roi du Poison, I heard today's Valentine's Day in Mademoiselle Star's world. How heartwarming it is you want to celebrate a day that is important for your dear friend. How inspiring."

Vil sighs and looks back at Ace. "There's other things you can give her beside buying sweets like perfume, a bouquet of her favorite flowers, a piece of jewelry, something she had her eyes on for awhile."

"You're just making it harder to decide," Deuce whispers with confliction.

Vil smirks and walks off towards the hallway inside the school. Jamil stands up with his tray and tells Kalim they need to get to their next class. Jack and Epel soon follow and wave a goodbye to the main four.

Ace sighs at knowing what class was next and suggest hiding away in the bathroom until it was over. Deuce questions what they would do in the bathroom during all of that time. Grim suggests hiding behind the school instead, no one would check the woods. Ace said they would. Alice just smiles.

Night fell and filled the dorm in darkness. She lies on her bed after dinner and scrolls through Magicam to pass the time, feeling herself growing tired by the second. Then gets startled awake from the knock on her door. She stands up and opened it to the main three holding items in their arms. She opens the door wider and allows them to enter.

"You better like what I got, or else I'll cry," Ace jokingly says.

"We did our best to find something with the very little time we had after practice." Deuce rubs his neck.

"Open mine first!" Grim without hesitation or patience lifts the small box up towards her.

She takes it and opens it to find a glass rose. She thanks him and pats his head to him cutely smile. Deuce offers a small bouquet of fake hydrangeas which she warmly smiles at and thanks him to see a shy smile. Ace confidently presents a pair of tulips earrings and gets "it's ugly."

She quickly apologizes as he turns his back to her and pouts. She hugs him from behind and thanks him, but he doesn't turn back around.

"What if I give you a piece of chocolate?"

That got his attention and claims she was lying. She walks over to her desk and opens the drawer, moving some folder to reveal a chocolate bar. Grim yells about her not sharing just for her state they almost got caught because of him. He crosses his arms.

She pulls open the bag and offers them a piece of chocolate which they immediately ate. "You're only getting the one." She zips the bag closed without complains.

The two sit down to chat before having to go to bed, wondering how she normally did on this day. Her answer wasn't anything interesting, simply giving out cards to classmates as a child and small gifts to friends as a teenager.

"What about partners?" Ace rest his head on his hand while looking at her.

"Never had one. I dated a guy for two weeks when I was 16, but I wasn't interested in the guy and he was a bullet I should dodge."

"A bullet you should?" He raises a brow at the comment.

"Red flag." She explains what that red flag was.

"But beside him, you never actually had a boyfriend." Deuce holds his chin.

"Nope, and don't tease me, I don't need that."

Ace raises up his hands to not attack him. Deuce curiously wonders what type of guy she likes. She states her preference and that was she's bi. Ace instantly takes the opportunity to tease, inquiring if she wants to be the princess or the prince. She gently smacks his shoulder which he laughs at.

A knock interrupts them and Rook's voice greets the air inform it was time to rest. They groan and stand up from their seat to leave, wishing her a good night and closing the door behind them. She sits on the chair and look at the gifts, smiling at the gesture and play with her bracelet.

[ded-and-gonne]

WIP Wednesday or Thursday

WIP Wednesday: Devil’s Night (Part 6)

Starring Klaus Hargreeves & Evil Ben

And here you thought the Devil’s Night story was over, by virtue of that two-paragraph ending that conveniently saved Evil Ben, who then saved Klaus. Oh hells no, it isn’t that simple. They still have a dead puritan in their garden who expects Klaus & Ben to go find him a key. A key made by the ancient King Solomon. Also, a quick reminder that we’re dealing with a narrator who thinks they’re smarter than they actually are. Without further ado, here’s a snippet from the opening scene of Devil’s Night Chapter 6.

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“A book?!” Evil Ben rages with lots of anger. “A book? A book. A fucking book? It’s a fucking book, Klaus. [Arrrrrrgh!]” Or however you spell all the vocalizations Ben is making rn. The bookstore’s high ceilings reverberate with angst.

“A book? That’s all? That’s great!” Klaus enthuses. “Thank heavens it’s not an actual key! Keys unlock bad stuff. Books are way safer than keys.” (In what universe, Klaus? It’s known to science that books are dangerous.)

“Heavens to Betsy Benji, you had me worried there for a second.”

“Me. I had you worried,” replies Ben, dumbfounded. Which reaction increases every time Klaus blithely blorps another mouthful of clear, viscous ghost mucus into his ghost goo spittoon, so quickly forgetting why he’s blorping into his ghost goo spittoon to begin with. “Zero self awareness. None,” says Evil Ben.

Pots, kettles, hypocrisy about lacking self awareness. You should be rolling your eyes by now.

Klaus pauses to consider Ben’s expression, and foresees the thunderclap-back of rage that will inevitably be unleashed upon his own pretty head if he doesn’t amend his words. “And by you having me worried, I actually mean that ghost dick outside in the dark. Obviously.”

“Moron.” That was Ben, but you already knew that.

Klaus blorps daintily. (What? It’s possible.) “Don’t distract me, Benji, this is serious. Should we be generous of spirit and offer up the fact that this ‘key of skin and bone’ is not a key at all but just a book? It doesn’t seem like the pickled puritan buried in the garden is hip to the fact that it’s not a key, daddy-o. Nor is it skin and bone. It’s paper, and other things. 300 years waiting for a key that doesn’t exist. Boy is he gonna be disappointed.”

Ben appears to enjoy this idea. “I hope I get to see his face when he finds out. Can you make that happen?”

Klaus continues, “Or maybe he’d like us to get a copy of the key made. We can print one on demand from that guy on the corner. You know the one — the cute one. Anyway, it’s not like a book ever hurt anybody.”

“How have you managed to live this long?” Ben asks, as he enjoys his favorite pastime: belittling everyone’s intellectual capacity. “Klaus-“

Klaus cuts him off. “And anyway, Ben, my corporeal cherub and not-brother in arms. If we can get a copy, then surely anybody can get a copy. They could come here and get it. We are booksellers after all, babe. We do offer that sort of thing. Actually, that very thing. I could just sell him the one in your hand. It’s for sale right now.”

Ben pinches the bridge of his nose in forebearence. He’s still riding the elusive high of caring about somebody. “I'm a corporeal cherub? Try not trying so hard Klaus, it’s embarrassing. Just because I gave you a dictionary for our birthday doesn’t mean you should go around using it.”

“But Bennerino, I’m attempting to improve myself. I thought that was what you meant when you told me I suck and then handed me a dictionary. By the way, Bennerino, just a quick note: there are tons of official synonyms for ‘suck,’ ‘idiot,’ and ‘moron.’ You could stand a little improvement in that insult-archive you have hiding up there in that Evil little skull of yours.”

“My-“

Klaus is pointing at Ben with a finger swirling circles. “Sh! Don’t interrupt, Ben, I’m on a roll.” Klaus wishes he could use that finger to boop Ben on the nose, but they’ve been getting along so well in the aftermath of that horrible experience they just survived — the one with the possession and the rescuing. He fears that Ben’s goodwill (now that there’s confirmation that Ben’s goodwill exists) will suddenly go poof and dissipate like a ghost.

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Catch up: Devil’s Night Chapter 1 || Prev: Chapter 5

Or start with their origin story: Ded & Gonne Chapter 1

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[teenz-stories]

Teen-Z: Forever Young #1- I Don’t Wanna Be Your Ex (Part 13)

Scene changes into early morning. Bully right now is locked in the bathroom. Pinky knocks.

Pinky: Come out.

Belze-Bob: groans unamused No! I look ridiculous.

Pinky: It’s just one scene in that outfit. You have a wig anyway.

Belze-Bob: comes out. He now wears white mermaid dress and wig in same color as his hair  This sucks.

Pinky: You seemed to be the most suitable for it.

Belze-Bob: cringes Couldn’t you tell Luvboy to do it?

Pinky: He disagreed.

Belze-Bob: grunts Oh,heck.

Pinky: This scene only lasts fifteen seconds.

Belze-Bob: cringes About fourteen seconds too much.

Pinky: This was part of Wiccy’s plan how we should end this music video.

Belze-Bob: Well. We could had left the concept with you and us driving away.

Pinky: looks gently at Bully This won’t be bad plus I heard this idea is part of the revenge on Charlie. She whispers You will scare him away in it. We will cover your face so he will think it’s his new girlfriend. Then we will reveal that this is you.

Belze-Bob: thinks for second then he realises it’s Pinky’s prank plan Oh! A prank?

Pinky: nods Exactly. A silly,harmless prank.

Duo giggles evily. Scene changes into Charlie walking to the park in elegant suit. Greeny smiles evily.

Greeny: lies I spoke with Wiccy today. And we both agreed that Devillina can take part in this music video.

Charlie: smiles gently Glad we accepted each other’s apologies for yesterday. I don’t wanna see huge drama here and there.

Greeny: nods Me neither. She ohs seeing Luvboy and Nerd with cameras Here we are!

Charlie: Cool! He notices figure in wedding dress Oh! You dressed her up? She really looks cute in it.

Crew starts to laugh silently. Charlie hugs „Devillina”.

Charlie: You kinda seem different than yesterday. But,I still love you no matter what.

Wiccy: Reveal who’s that now!

Bully takes off his veil smiling evily.

Belze-Bob: laughs evily „I still love you no matter what”,huh? He does kissing face imitating Devillina’s voice Oh,I love you too,Charlie! He starts to laugh You gotten pranked,dude!

Charlie looks at the camera as he starts to scream as he runs away. Then Wiccy turns camera at Pinky and Mermaid who are laughing.

Mermaid: Payback deserved.

Pinky: Totally! She and Mermaid does high five

Wiccy: And! Cut!

Scene changes into crew finishing watching whole music video posted on Teen-ZTube. Everyone’s happy with results.

Pinky: You know what? Sometimes budget cuts doesn’t mean terrible thing.

Light: Totally! We all did an awesome work together. My personal favorite is that scene where Charlie gives you gifts. Oh! And that last scene.

Ninelle: shyly I can agree,this was masterpiece.

Belze-Bob: smirking I did an awesome job myself with my own scenes.

Alvin: turns to Pinky We won’t start celebrating untill you won’t apologize with Charlie for this drama what happened yesterday.

Pinky nods as she leaves the set. She spots sad Charlie sitting on the stairs.

Charlie: Guess I deserved all of it what happened during shootings,huh?

Pinky: You dumb dog of course you did. She laughs booping her ex's nose I wish you luck on your relationship with Devillina. You both seem to be happier together.

Charlie: So I guess you will stay single?

Pinky: nods I need a break from relationships. I really need one.

Offscreen crew says „Awwww” as Charlie and Pinky looks back at them.

Greeny: smiles Soooo. I have nice contacts and stuff. How would you react if I would bring my friend to be an awesome DJ on the party where Pinky would sing live her song?

Pinky: blinks confused Like. On park or where?

Greeny: Park is too basic. I was thinking about yacht. Her grandpa owns one. I can ask her tomorrow what she thinks about this idea.

Mermaid shakes her head unamused.

Mermaid: Oh no! I don’t agree coming back home without showing you what I did with Creepy!

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

I’m writing this a day early because I’ll be too much of a mess tomorrow. This is a split post: half for Kim Jonghyun and half for my grandma.

For Jonghyun: I wish I would have tried harder in 2016 to go to your fanmeet in Dallas. I know it’s too far away and I would have had to take a plane to get there but I wanted to meet you so bad. I wanted to give you a hug, I wish I could have told you how well you were doing and that you have since inspired me to attempt one of my dreams of writing again. I’m not in the best place mentally the last few years and I’ve been crying more than I’ll ever admit but your songs as 5 help me get through things. In fact, I listened to your cover of Y Si Fuera Ella again yesterday on the way back home from my walk, and as soon as the instruments started my tears just fell out. Luckily I’ve been walking these roads since I was 5-6 so I know what I’m doing. Anyway, even though I never got to meet you I do still miss you. And it’s harder than ever this year because you left on my grandmas birthday and now she’s gone too. So as strange as it sounds, if there’s any way at all that you see this Jonghyun, can you please watch over an 88 year old woman named Marjorie for me? I miss her a lot too.

Grandma: I hate that you had to go through so much pain the last few years. I hate that in the process of going through the chemo and radiation that it ruined your lungs. I hate that someone decided to take you away from me, from us when you weren’t supposed to go yet. You wanted to have a big celebration on your 90th birthday so in honor of you I will celebrate the way you wanted. And if I have to take that day off from work then I will. I know we weren’t very close like we were when I was a kid and I feel bad about it. I’m so sorry. I wanted to visit more but I had to work. And you know you weren’t supposed to be driving, that’s why I didn’t want you to take me up to work. It wasn’t because I didn’t love you anymore, it was for your safety.

I miss helping you with sewing projects. I miss making sun dried raisins with you. I miss picking blackberries over the summer in the back yard. I miss the fun sleepovers, the Christmas decorations you always had out. Your cute sleeping Santa that I would stare at for hours after we finished eating because I was so sure he would wake up at some point. I miss playing with your Barbie’s as a kid and you telling me they can’t be nude “you have to put clothes on the babies” you would say. We would stay up late and watch movies and eat popcorn way past our bedtime.

Your house isn’t the same anymore. There’s a ramp outside. Everyone is always gone. And Ethan has your phone now. They don’t want us to call your house your house anymore. But I promise you, it will always be Grandmas’ House. I hate the things that took you away and though it didn’t hit me at first it really has the last few months. And I honestly might never open the gift you got me for my birthday but if I do, then that’s it. No more presents from grandma and I don’t want that so I’m putting it off as long as I can. And I don’t have a safe place in my room to put it right now.

Thank you for teaching me how to embroider, I use some of the basic stitches to sew up my clothes so I don’t have to buy more. Thank you for letting us eat raw cookie dough even though it’s bad for us. Thank you for letting me sleep with you in your bed when I was little and scared. Thank you for the black and white striped dress you made me in 5th grade and for all the pajamas you made for me and the rest of us. Thank you for letting us hide in your house for 6 long months in 2015, I know that was hard on you but it really helped us. Thank you for the horse quilt you made me for my 13th birthday and the Quillow you and mom made me with shoes and Betty Boop. Thank you for all the sheets and pillowcases you made and embroidered for me over the years, I still have them all. Thank you for the shoe-shaped ring holder and the necklaces with the interchangeable watch kit. Thank you for letting me pick through your American Girl books and take the ones I wanted. Thank you for letting me play in your kitten heels that you always kept hidden under your bed. Thank you for making us waffles the morning after the slumber parties. Thank you for taking me to that fair where I got my cute little beaded cat necklace, I wear it almost every Halloween. And for the little fuchsia and teal striped plush fish.

I miss all of that, and I miss you.

[an-unraveling-unknown]

Hey there friend, I've been here before and its so, so hard, I'm so sorry. You deserve far better than this.

This definitely sounds exactly like my own symptoms, primarily cleaning more towards inattentive qualities, but I don't know the full extent of these and i am not a licensed expert, therefore i am unable to diagnose you. However, perhaps I can provide assistance in a ungodly long and rambling note - and please try to educate your parents on this topic as well, if you so wish. You are their child, nevermind their ideals, and I understand that it's so darn scary and hard but they need to know this, for your mental health and the relationship between you all.

I saw a really excellent explanation per-se of what I go through and what you could be feeling on the Internet at some point, so I'll write it down here-

--

Say you turn on the burner of a stove. It's on, lit, flames flaming around like anything, and it is fully in your capability to put your hand up close and personal with that flame; so do you put your hand over it?

Generally, pretty much everyone would say 'no.'

But why not?

"Because I can't, that's inherently dangerous."

But you can do it, right?

"No, I can't."

But you can do it.

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Your brain simply won't you do a certain task, regardless of if it's interesting or not, regardless on if you can do it (which you generally can), because it will escalate a simple task into something overwhelming to the point where it will 'check out' so to speak. This is not your fault. Let me repeat that, this is not your fault. You are not lazy, or spacey, or stupid or slow or seeking attention or anything like it. You are doing your absolute best with the tools you have and you're doing spectacular, I don't know you and I'm incredibly proud.

A few notes -

- I'm positive you've looked this up already, but here is a excellent iceberg chat that lists other symptoms that you may have - disclaimer that all adhd cases are different, and you might now have some of, and that's valid and a-okay.

- Depending on what your biological gender is, you could be completely overlooked when it comes to things like this. Women, who usually present symptoms that corelate more with inattentive ADHD rather than hyperactive ADHD (the latter being what is usually presented in biological males, something more noticable and therefore diagnosed earlier) sometimes don't get diagnosed or don't even know that they have ADHD until later in life, because doctors usually attribute the symptoms to depression and anxiety (which admittedly happens in tandem with folks with more inattentive symptoms, but that's not the root of the issue.) Something that probably doesn't help is that the diagnosing process is far more focused on hyperactive symptoms because that's what everyone has been taught ADHD should look like, rather than the other levels of crappiness (see above).

- This is not a hopeless case; you are not hopeless. You are a person who needs a little extra help to find their place in the world and the fact that society will not offer that is appalling and gross, you are worth much more than that.

- I too hardly remember my elementary school habits and the like, which can be attributed to either bad memory or masking, (hiding and suppressing your symptoms to fit in and seem neurotypical.) That pressure to mask only heightens as you get older and will most certainly come back to boop your nose really hard with a baseball bat, and, surprise surprise, generally turns up in folks with undiagnosed ADHD presenting more inattentive traits - masking is a bad coping skill, and when it doesn't work anymore, everything will start falling apart really quickly.

- The counselor and the psychologist are excellent resources for this sort of thing where I am. If you need assistance in the midst of class, go to them. You are not obligated to tell your friends anything. You do not owe them your privacy - communicate that firmly to them if they press for answers.

- As for daydreaming, I bet you come up with the most wonderful stories.

- Also, go drink water. Eat if you haven't. Take a moment to reflect. You are not alone in this, and you never will be.

I hope everything turns out okay, and I am open to answering any more questions you might have.

hey i need some advice

recently ive been trying to research more about adhd and other things because i genuinely think i might have it and i want to go to a doctor even if they say i dont have it so that i can like, get closure

but i am a minor, and being in a immigrant family, it seems like "mental health is real except when it comes to us". ive asked my mom around 2 years ago that i might have adhd but not only did she laugh at me, when i asked my doctor she also laughed at me and told me "i probably searched up symptoms on google". ive been really hesitant to bring it up again and its gotten worse

ive been crying because with assignments even though i had hours to complete it, even without screens i would just, stare into my computer and nothing would get done, or i start cleaning my room. my friends call me "the master of procrastination" and i laugh yet i know i can do so much better. i live in my daydreams atp, and my friends don't expect a response from me because i dont reply in hours. yet i still can't bring myself to reply to texts because of this sudden freeze that stops me from doing anything. i have plenty more experiences but i dont have the energy to type every single one.

another problem is the question of adhd in childhood. i don't remember a lot of my habits or any of my work ethic from elementary but i remember hiding a lot of my mistakes from my parents so they can't be reliable sources for this question.

i have imposter syndrome for a lot of things i do and that includes talking about adhd for me because i feel like im faking everything to get attetion and i dont know what to do at this point

my only hope is to talk to my school counselor and ask for the school psychologist but

1. they say they're confidential but im scared if they talk to my parents all of my efforts in trying to figure out anything is gone, and they become more stricter.

2. where i go to school it is so "taboo" to talk to the counselor about your feelings, so i dont have a class where i can ask to go to the counselor without any of my friends asking me what i was doing.

i know this is a hopeless situation but if anyone has any information on anything, i'm all ears.

thank you for reading this and stay safe :)

[acatslifeif]

ROs reaction to, while they are sitting somewhere alone and minding their own business, MC silently walking into the room and sitting in the ROs lap just snuggling them and placing their head on the crook of the ROs neck? All of this is done with MC being quiet because maybe they had a bad day

I wanted to make one for everyone but it seems my mind won’t cooperate haha. So here’s three of them :)

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MATTHEW

Matthew sighs to himself as he sits on the floor, the room is filled with darkness, with no light in view. his hand hitch when it makes contact with the rug. He winces, removing his hand to stare at it, clenching it afterwards.

He halts when he hears soft footsteps coming toward him, the figure of a cat showing itself.

How weird, he thought that he made his intention clear this cat is stubborn. He sighs, lifting his hand to turn on a lamp, which makes the room a little brighter.

When doing so, he can’t help but notice how gloomy the cat looks. He lifts his hand toward them to try to comfort them but stops abruptly when doing so, the cat is not far away from him, scanning every movement he does.

The cat, however, took it as a sign to make the first move as they lean their head in his hand without the slightest hesitation, purring.

It’s soft, their fur. It’s easing his mind, ever since the cat been with them..When was it the first time he was that relaxed? No thought comes rushing into his head. He thought, pulling them into his embrace.

A whisper escapes his lips, one the cat would not be able to hear.

“Please – please stay by my side”

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KAL

Kal types on the computer – a click there and there – the mouse sliding in almost every direction.

Work can be tiresome sometimes, but it's a must. Arranging the paper in the designated files, and emails. They clap their hands together, they deserve a small break, and they will gladly take one.

They reach for their coffee when they hear a small meowing near them, they look around to see where the sound comes from, only to find [cat!mc name] sitting between their feet. They smile lifting them, setting them on their hips.

Well, this is the kind of break they wish to have, and where they thought they didn't deserve it. After a couple of scratches, they return to work. After all, it won't finish by itself.

By the time they finish their work, they lower their eyes to look at [cat!mc name]. A sleeping cat is now resting on their laps, smiling to themself, they pet the back of your furr, making you purr in your sleeping state.

“You truly have brought the happiness we’re lacking, [cat!mc name],” they mutter, booping the cat’s nose.

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THE HUNTER:

They lay their legs on the largest stick the tree could offer, their back laying on the tree. The sticks move by the wind, the rustle of the leaves..and the screeching calls of a feline below them.

They sigh, wondering what they want this time, they won’t fall into their charm, they won’t – yet they did. The cat is resting on their laps, they let out a curse for falling for their baits once again.

They wonder if the tree can even support both of you, well the cat is small so they suppose they’re fine – for now.

They’ve never been this close to an animal, only butterflies. Are they as delicate? Are they fragile? What happens if- all thoughts dissipate as the cat starts to purr, making their eyes light up with anticipation. They smile at them, moving one of their hand to rest it on the cat’s heads, their fingers making small movement that ruffles the cat’s fur.

Their hair gets in their view as a small breeze blows. The sky is painted with shades of purple and orange. One would call it a cliche, yet the most beautiful thing out of everything would be that little feline who is now sleeping on their laps.

"Sleep tight, you little one"

-

Thank you for the ask <3

[dis--parity]

『🍬』 This was never meant to be a way to prod at Airin's brain; he never meant to pose his past woes as anything other than an honest, if not scathing parable to assess himself by. The thing that shocked him most is that he felt safe enough to air all that laundry in the gentle hold of Airin's arms, soothed by the rhythm of his lover's heart. When it came to misfits, outcasts, and people of a different world to everyone else... he supposed it took one to know one, after all.

"I'm not saying they were bad," he huffs in clarification. "Just... misguided, mistreated, whatever. But, all the same... didn't stop me from being afraid. Not of them, not all the time, not even of what they'd do to help themselves... but the idea that all of us would stay in that pit, and, whether it was our fault or not, that's just the way it'd be. Forever."

There were so many stories to be had in those places, those people pushed to their limits. The true well of humanity's empathy lay in those who chose the most difficult paths - the ones, like him, who woke up wishing every day was their last, and living as though it would be.

"Well, I said- hey." The boop to his nose is met with a biting motion - not meant to catch Airin's finger, just to repel it for a second. " ... the kicked out one was the only one I wasn't. I... left on my own. I had to, and... that's where it got me. In a way, sex work was... kinda liberating? I felt like I was finally finding who I was, but... also everything I missed out on. And, I just... got to wanting to do anything and everything I could to make myself feel better about where I was, and... it turned ugly pretty quick. I lost sight of what I was trying to do, and the fact that I was just tryin' to survive for a long time, I guess."

The herculean task of getting one's head straight and their shit together was daunting indeed; no wonder there were so many faces he still left behind when it was time for him to move on.

"... I still dunno how I got out of it." he admits. "... part of me still doesn't think I really escaped all that. Even if I'd never go back."

   He stretches his arm out to wrap around Theo’s shoulders. He brings him closer to his chest. The noise of the television truly nothing but white noise now. All he wanted to do now was listen to the man’s voice– his heart beat. Something about him relaxed when Airin spoke of his past deeds. Memories so far off that he often forgets society frowns upon misfits… So when Theo gives him a little guessing game, the bouncer can’t help but breathe a little hum. 

   “ Of course I did. ” Airin finds himself playing with his partner’s hair now. “ You speak of these people like they’re bad. But… they’re in spot where they have less in a world that demands they have more. Why wouldn’t they lash out? You guys live in a world that tells you success is measured by how much stuff you have over the happiness in your heart ; and that’s stupid. ”

   He goes quiet for a moment. Maybe he said too much because after all, he is an outsider looking in. An animal who masquerades as a man… It’s why he took to the outcasts of society because they understand how he feels. Sure some had so much anger for the cards they were dealt, but deep down he couldn’t be mad at them either.

   “ You don’t have to be ashamed of who you were in that crowd, Theo. ” His gaze blinks and softens again. “ I’m guessing of three you were the kicked out one? That’s pretty specific– ” boops his nose.

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ao3: “cloudy days” rating: T warnings: intruality, mention of sui thoughts genre: hurt/comfort description: Sometimes Patton has bad days. Sometimes Remus finds out. (day 15: “I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.” — Lilith Saintcrow @tsshipmonth2020 )

It's a bad day.

Patton buries his head in his pillow, wishing that he could just stay in bed. That he could mold to the mattress, become one with the bed frame. Maybe then he wouldn't have to get up and do things.

Maybe then someone would notice just how badly he was doing.

But that's a mean thought. A nasty thought. A Patton Be Gone thought, so he shoos it away and clambers out of bed, even though all his joints ache, and his bones creak. He ties his cat-eared hoodie around his shoulders with shaking hands.

He doesn't even make it to the door before Remus is shoving it open, poking his head in and grinning like a shark when he sees Patton. Patton smiles tiredly at him.

"Hi, Remus," he says. His boyfriend's smile widens, a little too far, and Remus comes in, picks Patton up, and promptly deposits him back on the bed, erasing all his progress towards the door.

Patton bursts into tears. Remus just pulls out an enormous blue handkerchief, as if he's prepared for it.

"Bad day, Patton-cake?" Remus asks. Patton nods between sobs. Remus's hand sinks into Patton's hair, surprisingly clean fingers carding through his hair and fingertips massaging his scalp.

"Tell me about it," Remus suggests, as Patton's crying starts to taper off. Patton looks at him, watery blue eyes surprised.

"Are you sure?" He asks. Remus nods, pressing a kiss to Patton's forehead.

"Of course!" Remus says. "Your thoughts are shitty, right? My thoughts get shitty, too! I get it!" He gently squeezed Patton. The scratchy tulle against Patton's cheek is surprisingly soothing.

"It's just one of those days," Patton admits. "One of those days where I just- I feel like everyone would be better off if I wasn't here."

"Ah," Remus says. "I get those, too. Only they're a lot gushier. I'm glad you're still here, Patton pending. You make every day a little bit brighter. Like someone took a match and set the whole world on fire." He beams, proud of himself for the metaphor.

"Thanks," Patton says. Arson shouldn't make him feel better. It does, a little. He curls into his boyfriend's side, heaving a sigh. "I should get up and make breakfast," he starts, but Remus is already shaking his head.

"Told the others they're on their own," Remus sing songs. "And by 'on their own,' I mean, they're making you breakfast in bed. And I can't help because Janus said that I'm never allowed to touch edible things again." He grins. "Just because I tried to drink soap last time-"

"Remus!" Patton cries, alarmed. "You're allergic!"

"I thought maybe it had changed," Remus says with a little careless shrug. "Turns out I'm still allergic." He frowns, idly scratching one arm, before cozying back up to Patton. "Anyway," he says. "You're gonna rest and relax and if you wanna move to the couch, you can, but that's about all you gotta decide on today. Today, we all take care of you." He boops Patton's nose with one finger. Patton can see chipped green glitter polish on his nails if he concentrates. The glitter specks are blurry. Oh. He's crying again.

"Here," Remus says, pulling out a spray bottle full of water. He squirts Patton's arm. "Shitty thoughts be gone spray!" He exclaims, with a cackle, as he squirts Patton's other arm. Patton can't help himself, he giggles, turning into a full-bodied laugh as Remus sprays his face very lightly.

"I love you," Patton says between peals of laughter.

"Duh," Remus says. "So. Bed time or couch time?"

"Couch time, please," Patton requests. Remus snags a blue teddy bear and settles them in Patton's lap, winding a fluffy blanket around his shoulders. Then he just picks Patton up, blanket and all. Patton squeaks in surprise, but Remus easily carries him out the door and down to the living room, where he can smell pancakes cooking from the kitchen.

Patton's having a bad day. And it might get worse before it gets better. He doesn't know yet. But he does know a few things.

His boyfriend is incredible, his family loves him, and he has pancakes waiting for him.

Right now, that's all he needs to know.

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Ooh, you write for Greek Mythology? Perhaps Zeus kidnapping a male reader, and basically not listening to them at all. Zeus getting more and more annoyed that the reader fails to care about all the opulence, grandeur, and power Zeus has. The reader just trying to escape and struggle. Zeus deciding to teach them a lesson to respect the king of the gods?

Yandere Zeus x male reader

I was so tempted to just write a scene where Zeus just goes boop! And turns the reader into a cow 😂😂😂😂😂 Anyways, thanks for requesting! Greek Mythology is also one of weaknesses, especially Hades, Persephone, Ares, and Hephaesteus💖💖💖

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TW: gore

Yandere Zeus:

It didn't work.

Nothing works.

You laid in a fetal position on the wooden floor of your apartment; crying. Crying because of the pain.

The pain of emptying the bottle of acid into your eyes? Partly the reason.

The pain of realisation that you've lost? Mostly.

I should've just stayed there. You cried. Should've just stayed with him and let him have his way.

It would've been far less traumatising than this anyways. This, this curse that he had given you all because you didn't want to sleep with him.

Who would've thought that Zeus, the Greek God, would have become obsessed with a mere mortal like you? And then who would have even imagined that he would kidnap you and take you to Olympus; where he would confess his love for you?

You certainly didn't. You thought that maybe you were just off your meds or that this was just a really weird dream. But the reality of the situation dawned on you the longer you stayed there; the longer Zeus made his advances on you.

You didn't get why he was so infatuated with you. Or so tolerant either. You've heard all the stories about him kidnapping others and forcing himself on them, but he never once forced himself on you. He could have, but he didn't. Instead, he kept on trying to gain your affection like one would do in a normal relationship. 

His palace was the main attraction of Olympus. Golden gates and marble floors and huge pillars showed the grandeur of the palace. Wine so sweet that you couldnt get enough of, yet you didnt get drunk and food so delectable, you could devour the entire table. How you wished you could stay here forever and enjoy these treats, but you knew nothing comes for free. 

Zeus tried to impress you with his powers, his wealth, and everything he could give you if only you accept to be with him for eternity. He had even given you the gift of immortality, which you tried to return but couldn't.

He was being beyond generous and patient with you. But you couldn't help but feel he had a sinister ulterior motive behind those charming grey eyes.

When showing off wasn't working, he started getting physical. Brushing his hands on your body, hugging you a bit too long for it to be comfortable, even forcing you into his lap.

Of course, you struggled. Who wouldn't? A powerful god comes and whisks you away to another dimension, then proclaims his love for you and offers you all the luxurious amenities one could only dream of, only asking for your love in return? When he could easily overpower you? Yeah, something doesn't sit right.

And its not just that reason alone that you kept resisting him, you know. You've heard of his wife and sister, Hera. You've heard all the stories of how she would treat her husband's mistresses and men.

You feared her, because if anything, the Olympian Gods were famous for their cruel punishments.

You really should've remembered that when you finally flipped out on Zeus, screaming how you don't need him, don't care about him, don't and won't ever love him.

That was the first time you saw him get angry, but it was gone just as soon as it came.

He collected himself and sighed. You thought you had finally gotten through to him but instead of letting you go or even strike you with thunder for such disrespect, he did something else. “You really want to return so bad? Alright, who am I to deny my love?”

He made a bet with you. "If you can survive in your world without me for... 2 months? No, that'll be too harsh on you; 1 month, I'll let you go and never pursue you ever again. And if i win, you'll do everything I say." He smirked. "What do you say? Sounds fair?"he asked you, his eyes hinting nothing mischievous.

You knew better. You knew he was playing some really heinous game with you, where all the rules are in his favour and the odds were stacked against you. But you were desperate for escape. Plus, it was only a month right? You could do it.

But you couldn't.

Zeus had given you a parting "gift". Which you had to accept in order to leave. You didn't know what exactly it was until you returned home.

You were surprised to see everything was normal. You thought that maybe you would be kicked out of your apartment, bankrupted yourself or someone was going to kill you.

No. Nothing bad was happening to you. It was happening to everyone around you and they didn't even know it.

As it turns out, Zeus had cursed gifted you with the ability to see how someone was going to die when you looked at them. And you could warn them all about it, but no one would believe you. You couldn't prevent their deaths. And somehow, everyone around you had horrible, gruesome deaths.

You had those pictures forever embedded in your mind.

You'll never forget how your tailor friend had her hair loose and they got stuck in the sewing machine, and ripped her entire scalp off, tearing away all the nerves and blood vessels.

Or how a guy from work accidentally slipped on to the rail tracks, and was run over by the incoming train; his skin and guts stuck to the tracks. They had to pour chemicals to dissolve his remains.

Or how your pot dealer owed some people, and wasn't able to pay them so they put him through a mince machine, but the machine kept getting stuck so they chopped his already mutilated body and then threw him back into the machine, piece by piece.

It was too much.

You decided to not look at all. You wrapped your eyes in a tight bandage around your head, but all thanks to him, you could see right through them.

When that plan failed, you decided to stay at home and avoid contact with people completely. But then, you could see the deaths of people on your TV, on your phone, even of people in your dreams. And the deaths were getting more gorey and disturbing.

So, you decided to pour acid into your eyes. It was painful. And for a second, it was worth it because you couldn't see.

But they regenerated back. Because he had made you immortal. Your eyes healed back with the perfect 20/20 vision.

And thats how you were in this position right now. Crying to yourself as you finally admit to that you've lost.

"Zeus."you finally whispered, not even entirely sure you did. But that was confirmed when you felt a slight breeze behind you, causing you to cry harder.

"Shhh, darling. Its okay. I'm here now."Zeus said to you in a calming voice, as he pulled you to his chest.

"P-please make it stop. I- I'm sorry! Just make it stop please, I beg you."you cried into his chest.

He ran his fingers through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Did you learn lesson, love?"he asked in a quiet tone.

You pulled your head out of his chest and nodded vigorously. "yes! Yes. I've learned it. You were right. I was wrong. I- I lost the bet. Just please make it stop-"you sobbed.

Zeus caressed your cheek, looking deep into your eyes. "Alright. Let’s go back home, okay? I've missed you a lot. 2 weeks apart was far too long for me, love."

When you both returned to Olympus, you were met with a woman. As you looked at her in the arms of Zeus, you didn’t have to ask to know the Queen of Olympus was waiting for her husband and you. 

She smiled at you.

“Welcome back, darling.”

Hope you guys liked this! Thanks for being so patient!💞💞

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Hangover Duty

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader’s birthday party leads to some rather endearing drunk antics. Category: Fluff Warnings: Mild language, alcohol consumption, mentions of the prison arc (is that a proper content warning? idk lol) (As always, if there’s anything I missed, please let me know what I should include in content warnings! I always want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 4.4k

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NOTE: Funny story, I woke up at like 3 in the morning last night and just sat up and cranked this out in one go, unprompted. I’m not sure why inspiration struck that late (early?) but I’m rather proud of this one considering I just woke up to edit it a few hours ago 😂, I hope you like it!

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Watching her gradually get more drunk as the night went on had to be the most amusing and incredibly endearing way to get back into the groove of things. It was nice, actually, being able to have a good time with his friends without constantly being reminded of what's happened in the past year.

Especially considering this year Spencer was determined not to miss Y/N's birthday. Last year he'd been in prison, and rather than being able to celebrate with her and their friends, rather than getting her a card or writing her a letter, she'd written him a letter that detailed in depth how she refused to celebrate until her best friend was there to celebrate with them. Of course he felt awful about the whole thing, and when JJ had dropped off the letters that week, he made her tell Y/N how sorry he was and how he wished more than anything that he could have been there.

And naturally, after dealing with Cat another time and settling his mom down, the first chance he got, he told Y/N himself.

She was in the hospital after that incident with Mr. Scratch. She was the first person he saw in the hospital, and she was fine, arguing with the doctors about leaving to help her team. But once he showed up, telling the doctors he could get her to sit down, they left, and he pulled her in for the biggest hug they'd ever shared.

And the first thing he told her was, "I'm sorry I missed your birthday."

She'd only laughed and squeezed him tighter, replying with a short, yet simple, "Shut up."

He promised to himself then that no matter what happened, he would never miss another one of her birthdays again.

Since it was the first one since all that had happened, Spencer planned something a little extra special. Weeks ahead of time, he talked to Rossi about being able to rent out a bar for the night, Y/N's favorite bar to be exact. Just for themselves. As to be expected, it took a bit of convincing, but eventually they'd been able to successfully rent out the bar for one night, and though Rossi was insistent on paying everything, Spencer wanted to offer as much as he could.

Penelope, of course, insisted on putting up decorations. She roped Luke into helping her, and though he played off like it would be torture, for one thing he was happy to help celebrate his friend's birthday in any way he could, but he also was terrible at hiding the fact that he was more than happy to help Penelope with anything she needed, whether it actually pertained to the party or not.

Everyone told her they were all just going to meet up for drinks after work that day. Y/N was more than okay with it, explaining to them how she was just happy to be able to spend her birthday with her friends no matter where they were. They told her to meet at 7pm when in reality they would all be at the bar an hour and a half early to set up and make sure everything was perfect.

When Y/N actually showed up, Spencer had never seen her so radiant. Even as she was swarmed by Garcia putting on a pink party hat for her that promptly read "Birthday Girl", her hair slightly out of place because of its placement on her head, she was the perfect example of human perfection. She greeted everyone with a huge, beautiful smile accompanied by lots of 'thank you's and 'I love you's, and when she finally got to Spencer, he tried not t hold her to him for too long.

One of the reasons Y/N loved this specific bar was because of the karaoke machine. In fact, drunken karaoke was a decent weekly occurrence with the BAU, and while they'd been no strangers to the act, it only became more frequent when Y/N joined the team. For years now they'd spent many hours singing just as many songs as anyone could think of. And even while drunk, Y/N was a natural. She slipped up on words and slurred them together once in a while, sure, but her voice was easily the most impressive of the bunch, not to mention she never failed to get anyone and everyone to join in.

All that to say Spencer made sure they would be able to use the karaoke machine before they rented out the place. He even attempted to teach himself how to work it, but try as he might, he ended up calling on JJ to help him do it.

Throughout the night they all took turns singing songs, and at one point Y/N finished a song and made a speech, standing up on the bar. (Deep down Spencer was a little nervous that she would hurt herself, or that somehow the owner of the bar would find out that she'd broken one of many rules he had about renting the place out. But that was neither here nor there when he saw the glowing smile she had on her face, looking at all her friends with the most love and admiration he'd seen anyone carry in a while.)

"I'm jussali'l tipsy at the moment, so m'sorry if I don't make any sense," Y/N slurred together, obviously very drunk. Everyone laughed and she continued, clutching the microphone in one hand and placing the other over her heart like she was going to say the Pledge of Allegiance. "I jusneed to say how much I love y'guys. Thank you for celebratin' with me and makin' my birthday real special. I'mean, you fricken rented out a whole-ass bar! That's so nice!"

As she squealed out the last sentence, Spencer couldn't help the wide smile that broke out on his face. She was just so radiant, glowing with warmth and love and happiness and everything good in the world.

She was also struggling to get off the bar. He rushed forward to help her, and she fell forward, into his arms with a giggle.

"You okay?" he asked, his concern blowing away in the wind when she looked into his eyes with another winning smile.

"No thanks t'you," she answered, promptly 'boop'-ing him on the nose before she reached over to the bar and grabbed a full shot glass. After downing the drink, she brushed passed him with a slap on the butt and another giggle, right before she loudly asked Penelope to cut her another slice of cake.

Spencer knew she wouldn't have been so bold had she been sober, but the whole situation still made him feel all warm inside, like he'd taken a shot of whiskey himself.

Luke came up to him, clapping him on the back and snapping him out of it. "This mean you and the birthday girl are finally a thing now?"

"W—what? I don't know what you mean..."

He was obviously lying, and Luke could tell. He laughed a little, nodding towards Y/N, who was currently laughing with Emily and Penelope, a bright blue smudge of frosting on her nose. "She really missed you when you were gone, man. Even put her birthday on hold until she could celebrate with you."

"Well, we've been best friends for years, and she loves her birthday. It was... A hard year. It makes sense."

"Okay, that's fair, but do you know how bad it was? No presents, no birthday wishes, nothing. She demanded we act like it was any other day. And when I brought her a cupcake, she just set it on your desk and left it there. It sat there for about a week before she finally threw it out."

Spencer looked at where she was standing, eating more cake and swaying lightly to the music that was now playing over the speakers. "Really," he mused, not even thinking about it.

Luke sighed beside him. "Look, you can... believe what you want, but we've all noticed it. You two are practically inseparable, and the way I'm seeing you look at her right now tells me everything I need to know."

Even being called out like that, Spencer couldn't make himself look away. And even if he did, he wouldn't have really known what to say. Because all that was running through his mind at the moment was how right Luke was. How much he couldn't help but feel warm and safe when he was in Y/N's presence, and how she made him feel like the only person in the world sometimes.

He wondered then if maybe in the next day or two he should tell her how he felt.

One by one each member of the team eventually left the bar to go home. Each time one of them did, Y/N gave them the biggest hug and mumbled an abundance of 'thank you's and 'I love you's, much like at the start of the night, only this time her words were slurred and higher-pitched and very much laced with alcohol.

The only three people left at the end of the night were her, Spencer, and Emily.

Y/N came up between them and wrapped both her arms around their shoulders, pulling them in for a messy group-hug. "How'r we gonna clean this place up?" she asked dramatically, looking around once they all pulled away.

"I'm going to clean this place up," Emily said, giving Spencer a knowing look. "Since it's your birthday, your best friend here is going to make sure you get home safe and sound."

He definitely didn't see that coming, but somehow he felt like he should have. Regardless, he was more than happy to take the job. Especially when Y/N jumped up and down and threw her arms around him, giving a big old, "Yaaayyyy!" into his neck. She pulled away and gripped his shirt, bouncing on her feet with a large grin. "We can take my car and we can listen t'that CD I was tellin' you about and when we get t'my house we can have a sleepover!"

"Anything you want," he told her with a smile. "Go get your stuff together and we'll go."

As she wandered around the bar to find her shoes that she'd taken off somewhere along the line, Emily nudged Spencer with a smile. "She loves you, you know."

"She's drunk," he countered.

And as if on cue, right then she held one of her shoes up in the air with a triumphant gleam in her eye. "One down!"

"Okay, well, even when she's not drunk, she still loves you."

Though his heart swelled at the thought, he changed the subject. "You don't have to clean everything up. I was going to come back tomorrow morning and do it myself anyway."

"Eh, don't worry, I'm happy to do it." Emily nodded towards Y/N, who was walking around with one shoe on and picking up the other on the floor next to the cake table. "Besides, something tells me you're gonna be a bit preoccupied with hangover duty."

I wouldn't want any other job, he thought to himself.

And even though the nearly-impossible task of getting her into the car should have stressed him out (she kept getting out of the car as Spencer walked around to the driver's side, until finally he promised her a cheeseburger if she would stay), he still wouldn't have had it any other way.

They stopped at McDonald's on the way home, like he promised, and she was practically buzzing with happiness with the food in her lap. She made him sit in the parking lot and wait until she was done eating so she wouldn't spill anything. And in the dim light of the car, parked under a streetlight and watching her eat her food while she rambled on about the most random things, Spencer didn't think he'd ever felt more content.

He tried to keep her quiet as they made their way up the steps to the third floor of her apartment building. They were going to take the elevator but Y/N insisted it would eat her alive, and he quickly agreed to take the stairs as not to make a scene and wake everyone up with her crying. Her shoes came off again on the second flight of stairs, because she kept tripping and then laughing, pretending to fall back and almost scaring him to death.

Now he was unlocking her apartment door with her shoes in his other hand as she clung to his side. As soon as the door was open, she pushed past him and called out for her cat, Murphy. It didn't take long before the white cat jumped up on the counter to meet her, and she squealed and enveloped him in a crushing hug, picking him up and spinning around to meet Spencer, who was closing the door behind him and setting her shoes on the ground.

"Say hi to Murphy! He loves when you come to visit!"

It was true. Though he never really found himself fond of cats, as soon as he visited Y/N's apartment for the first time Murphy clung to him immediately. It didn't take long for the two of them to become as well acquainted as Y/N had been to either of them. Whenever he came over, Spencer liked to think of them as a small little family.

"Hey, Murph," he said, reaching out to pet the cat's head as he wriggled a little under Y/N's strong clutch.

She dropped him after shoving her face in his fur, and wasted no time taking Spencer's hand. "C'mon, I've got some vodka in the cupboard."

As she dragged him further into the kitchen, he squeezed her hand and tried to pull her to him, away from the cupboard. "Y/N, it's almost one in the morning, you need to go to bed."

She turned to face him and whined. "But it's my birthday, you can't make me."

"Well, technically it isn't your birthday anymore since it's past midnight. So, really, I can make you. Come on."

She whined again as he dragged her along to the bedroom. Once they got inside, he sat her down on the bed and reached out to pull off her party hat, which was lopsided and almost placed on her forehead like a unicorn horn. But when he touched the string, she grabbed his hand.

"I wanna leave it on," she said softly.

"It's not safe, you could choke yourself in your sleep," Spencer countered, brushing her hand away and taking the hat off. As his fingers brushed her cheek, she sighed and closed her eyes, a few seconds before letting out a little giggle.

"That tickled," she laughed as he set the hat on her bedside table.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him, and he started to feel all warm again. "Sorry," he whispered, taking the time to memorize the way she looked right then. The curls in her hair had fallen flat, and her makeup was a little smudged, but the lazy smile on her face and the way she blinked up at him with her big, beautiful eyes would always be worth remembering. He could have stayed in that moment forever, just sitting in that comforting silence.

But alas, she was drunk, and unable to be quiet for more than ten seconds.

Y/N lightly poked him in the chest and laughed. "Hey, d'y'think Murphy ever gets tired?"

"I'm sure he does," was all Spencer said, trying to get her to lay down. She did so as she spoke, rambling on about what she thought her cat might have done when she was away at work. But she stopped talking altogether when Spencer tried to put a blanket over her.

"No," was all she said, kicking her legs up.

"You don't want a blanket?"

"No, I want you to be in the blanket with me."

He thought about it for a second before motioning for her to scoot over. "I'll lay with you for a little while, but you have to promise me you'll go to sleep, okay?"

She giggled triumphantly as he laid down beside her and draped the blanket over their legs. "I told'ya a sleepover would be fun."

Spencer reached out and lightly rubbed her arm, knowing that always got her to fall asleep. "I know you did."

But she didn't close her eyes. She was unusually quiet though, just silently staring at his face before she sharply pulled her arm away. "You're tickling me again."

"I thought you liked when I rub your arm, it helps you sleep," is all he said.

Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled it up to lay between them on the pillow, separating their faces. She placed it palm up and rolled up his sleeves so she could rub his forearm, too. Her touches weren't as light, but she giggled all the same. "Am I tickling you?"

He wanted to tell her the truth, which was that she was not tickling him, and it actually felt really nice. But because it might make her feel better, he lied, and told her, "Yes."

"Good," she laughed, moving her hand faster. Now she was just tracing his forearm with her middle finger like she might rub out a stain on the carpet, and Spencer tried to wiggle his arm away.

"Y/N..."

He didn't say it to be mean or irritated, in fact his voice was level and soothing as not to alarm her at all, but all the same she gasped and immediately pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No," he reassured, moving a little closer to her. "You didn't hurt me, I'm ok—"

"Let me kiss it and make it feel better," she continued, ignoring him completely. Before he could stop her, she grabbed his arm and brought it to her mouth, pressing gentle lips to the crease of his elbow trough the fabric of his shirt, then moving the tiny kisses along up his arm until she made it to his wrist. She didn't stop there, continuing to kiss the palm of his hand and even along his fingers, right until she reached his fingertips.

He laid there, completely still and mesmerized as she flipped his arm over and worked her way down again, kissing the backside of his hand and keeping her lips pressed to his wrist for approximately four seconds. Then she flipped his arm over again and kissed the palm of his hand once more, repeating her many kisses until she got to his middle finger.

He should have seen it coming.

He was so caught up in the feeling of her lips pressed against his skin that it completely slipped his mind that she was still drunk. So when she wrapped her lips around his middle finger and sucked it into her mouth with a laugh, he pulled his arm away and sighed.

She actually cackled with laughter, slightly flailing her legs under the blanket. "Gotcha!"

"Ha-ha," Spencer deadpanned, wiping his finger on his shirt.

He wasn't really sure what to say once her laughter died down, but once he opened his mouth to suggest they try sleeping, she spoke first.

"Can I have a glass of water?"

He studied her for a moment. "You're not going to try anything funny, are you?"

She laughed, leaning forward and brushing her nose against his for the briefest of seconds before retreating and looking him in the eye. "I wouldn't dream of it."

There was no way he could say no. "Alright. I'll be back in a second."

Spencer got out of the bed and turned to leave, but she leaned forward and grabbed his hand. "Wait! I have to tell you a secret first."

If he stayed and listened to what she had to say, it was probably dangerous territory, because in the movies this was always the moment where there were drunken confessions of things you never wanted to say out loud, right? And he didn't want to do that to her, but realistically she was probably going to say something ridiculous about Murphy. Right?

Nonetheless, Spencer turned around and looked down at Y/N. "What is it?"

She pulled his hand, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. "Come closer. It's a secret."

He leaned down, but she pulled him again. "Closer!"

Finally, he made his way down to her face, turning his head so she could whisper in his ear.

But she didn't. Instead he felt her press a kiss to his cheek, emphasized with a loud smooch-ing sound when she pulled away. He looked down at her to see the biggest smile on her face.

"S'all I wanted to say. You can go now."

He smiled back at her before nodding and leaving the room, his cheek and arm practically burning from where she'd kissed them.

And when he came back with her water, she was fast asleep.

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More than anything she just wanted the banging to stop. But once she realized it was in her head, and it was there because she'd been drinking all night, her irritability was even worse.

"Fuck," Y/N grumbled as she struggled to open her eyes. When she did open them she found Murphy curled into a ball at the foot of her bed, his white fur a stark contrast to the deep maroon color of her comforter.

The next thing she noticed was the smell of something... burning? But there wasn't any sound to be heard other than the beating of her head, so she had to wonder if maybe somewhere outside there had been some kind of fire. Or maybe she was just imagining it.

She wasn't going to investigate, but then she heard her front door open, and despite the pounding in her head, Y/N sat up straight, almost scared out of her mind. Instinctively she reached beside her, knocking over a pink party hat in the process, and grabbing the baseball bat she kept there in between her bed and the table.

As quietly as she could, Y/N crept through the bedroom until she reached the door, pressing her ear against it to hear anything more. She heard plastic bags rustling around, and though that was fairly innocent in terms of menacing sounds, it still didn't quell the feeling that punched her in the pit of her stomach. Though, to be fair, she was certain a lot of that had to do with the copious amounts of whiskey and other liquor she drank the night before.

She took a deep breath before slowly swinging the door open and taking a few quiet steps into the hallway, just before she had to turn the corner to get into the kitchen. The noise got louder as she approached, and after taking another slow, deep breath, Y/N jumped out and held her bat out in front of her.

"FBI! What Are you doing in my house?"

"Holy shit!"

Spencer was standing in her smoky kitchen, clutching his hand to his chest. "Y/N, it's just me! Put the bat down!"

It clattered to the ground as she sighed out and shook her head. "What the hell, man, you scared the shit out of me!"

"Right back at you! I was just bringing you some breakfast..."

Y/N surveyed the kitchen and found that, sure enough, there were what looked like wrapped sandwiches on the counter. "Why is it all... burn-y in here? What happened?"

Spencer looked around nervously, his hands fumbling at his sides. "I, uh... tried to make you French toast. I know it's your favorite, and I know that greasy food is supposed to help with hangovers, so I tried to make some bacon, too, but it turns out that I really suck at multi-tasking in the kitchen, and I burned it all... So, I went with gas-station breakfast, which I figured was the next best thing."

The way he spoke reminded Y/N of a little kid who got caught doing something they weren't supposed to. He was extremely apologetic, almost in a way that made her think he thought she'd yell at him.

Now she remembered just a little of what happened the night before. She remembered drinking a lot and then Spencer taking her home, but she was so tired and out of it that all the little details weren't clear. Or present at all, really. All she knew when she looked at him in her kitchen right then, was that she'd never been more happy to see anyone while hungover. Especially since that someone happened to be her best friend and brought her breakfast.

She smiled and walked over to him. "That was really sweet of you, thank you."

Spencer looked down at her and smiled. "Sorry about scaring you."

"Eh, don't be. It was a good wake-up call," she laughed. "What would I do without you?"

He reached his hand out and brushed some of the hair from her face, at which she almost melted. "I think I should be asking you that question."

Something came to her mind just then, and she wasn't sure why. But she took the risk anyway, turning her head and kissing the inside of his palm.

"W—what was that for?"

Y/N shrugged. "I don't know. Just felt right."

She didn't know how long they stood there, smiling at each other, but it felt different, like suddenly the air around them had shifted overnight into something palpably electric. And it's that energy that urged her to say something she'd been afraid to say for so long.

"Hey, I uh... I don't know if this is weird timing, and you can say no even though it was my birthday yesterday, don't feel pressured to say yes, but I—"

"Yes."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You don't even know what I was going to say."

"I don't care," Spencer said simply. "Whatever it is you want, it's yours."

"So, if... If I asked you to dinner tonight—"

"Yes."

Her stomach churned, but this time it had nothing to do with the hangover. The pounding in her head was more of a dull thrum now because the pounding in her heart overpowered it. And it grew even more intense when her best friend took a step closer, placing his hand to the side of her face.

"I wouldn't kiss me right now if I were you," she warned, tilting her head to the side. "Hangover breath is basically a bio-hazard, and you're going to completely rethink going out with me."

Spencer shook his head and leaned in even closer. "I don't care."

As he kissed her, she lost herself in him completely and came to the conclusion that he was the only hangover cure she would ever need.

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