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snoopyearss · 17 days

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Hi dear ! I am so in love with your Nanami Kento writings that OMG I am crying (it's tears of joy no worries) I just love this man so much ! I was wondering if it's okay for you to write a request where Nanami dates or marries a fem! Shy reader ? How would he flirt ? As she also slowly gains confidence to initiate things with him cause his presence is so comfy for her.

It can be just all fluff or with tinges or spice/nsfw if you are okay with writing it.

Just wanted to thank you again for your stories and can't wait to read more Nanami posts. You're awesome! 🩶

Hi angel! I’m so happy you love my writing! This is such a cute concept and honestly, I see him with a shy partner. I hope I did it justice! 🖤

CW: some smut!

It was a rainy afternoon, you were cooking you and your boyfriend dinner and swaying your hips along to some smooth jazz he played on the stereo. You looked over to him, fully invested in the book he was reading. You smiled as you walked over to him and crawled into his lap.

“Hi honey,” he chuckled. “Hi,” you snuggled up against his chest. “Dinners’ almost ready, I just placed the roast in the oven.”

“It smells wonderful.” He kisses your nose, he knows it makes you weak every time. You both start at each other for a while, something you guys like to do.

“You’ve grown more comfortable around me,” he pointed out. “I have?” You sat up in his lap. “You have. Do you remember when we met?”

You pretend to look clueless since you loved it when he would tell the story. “I’m assuming you would like me to tell the story?” You nod your head in excitement as he chuckles and holds you tight in his arms.

Flashback

When Nanami Kento first met you, it was at a local coffee shop you would frequent. You would see him walk in around the same hour every time you went; 7:30am. The both of you didn’t know each other very well, he would give a “good morning” and you would smile in response. It wasn’t very often you saw a man that attractive so it made you nervous. Even if it was just a simple act of hello.

On this day however, you were running late to your job and didn’t have the time to make yourself a cup of coffee. You grabbed your keys and went straight over to the cafe, refusing to deal with your coworkers on an empty stomach and no caffeine.

“Hello, may I have a-”

“Can you speak up? I can’t hear you.” The cashier interrupted you.

“I’m sorry, um…May I have [your order] please?” You requested as the cashier heavily tapped on the screen. “Will you be paying cash or card today?”

“Card.” You opened your bag to look for your wallet.

It was nowhere to be found.

“Shit.” You mumbled to yourself. You fished around in your purse to find any loose change, but no luck. “No way, I forgot my wallet..”

“Ma’am, you’re holding up the line.”

“I’ll take care of it.” You heard a warm sultry voice speak from behind you. You turned around to find that same handsome man who comes in regularly. Your eyes shift to the left wall and stare at the clock. 7:30am. They then shift back to his big chest, causing your face to heat up.

“O-Oh! Um, you don’t have to! I’ll just come back later, no big deal.” You softly replied. You couldn’t look him in the eyes without stuttering. “I insist, I know what it’s like to not have your daily caffeine intake. I’ll take the green tea with a blueberry muffin as well please. Just combine our orders together, Thank you.”

You softly thanked him and looked down in slight embarrassment. The both of you went to the pick up line and waited for your orders. “Thank you again. I will pay you back every dime.” You promised.

“There’s no need. Any thing for a gorgeous woman like yourself.” His compliment made you eyes widen a bit and cause your face to heat up.

“My name is Kento,” he stuck out his hand to shake yours. “Y/n.” He smiled, he thought your name was beautiful. From that point on it changed the trajectory of your relationship with him.

You found yourself going to the coffee shop instead of making coffee at home, purposely going so you were just in time to see him. And he would be there to see you. He would pay for your coffee and pastry just so you both can talk about the most random things while you wait for your orders. He never made you pay for it, that wasn’t up for discussion.

It got to a point where you both would come in an hour early just to have time to sit and talk with each other. Nanami is a very organized well thought out person. Before making any big decisions, he thinks them through completely. But with you for some reason, you made him not question anything and just go for it. He knew you were a shy girl, based off of what he had seen. So he tried to make his advances as subtle as possible.

“You know Y/n, you’re such great company. I would love to take you on a date,” your eyes widened. “A date?”

“Yes. And as much as I love out coffee talks, I want to take you out. When we can have all the time in the world to get to know each other.” He told your free hand that was rest on the table and caressed it. Your body felt hot.

“I-I would love that.”

So here you are, getting ready for your date with Nanami. You truthfully never thought this would happen, but hell are you grateful it did. You smooth out your dress and apply more lip gloss before grabbing your purse and opening the door to the blonde staring back at you.

“Good evening, gorgeous.” He hands you a bouquet of flowers.

It was a few hours after your date and you invited him back to have a glass of wine. You both sat on the couch while jazz played on your tv.

One thing led to another and you two are getting touchy on your living room couch. The both of you finished two bottles of wine and it was flowing through you. He placed a big hand on your thigh and caressed it like he does with your hand. Your breath hitches at the feeling and you spread your legs lightly to invite him in.

“Dirty girl, do you want me to move my hand further up?” He cooed. You whimpered and nodded your head lazily. “When you’re with me, you use your words. Understand?” He takes he’s other hand to hold your jaw to face him.

“Y-Yes, I understand,” you whimpered. He chuckled. “Look at you baby, you can barely look at me in the eyes. Shy girl. Do I make you feel like this?” His face was so close to yours at this point.

“Yes,” you whimpered out.

He caressed your cheek and brought his face closer. His lips softly grazed yours as you both exchanged a passionate kiss.

Nanami found your shyness cute, especially in the bedroom. He couldn’t get enough of your cries of pleasure and the way you would drag your fingernails down his arms. The first time you both had sex, he noticed you holding back.

“I need to hear you, princess. I need to know how I’m making you feel. Don’t get quiet on me know” he would moan and he drags his dick im and out of you at a pace that has your mind going fuzzy.

“O-Oh my god, Kento! Fuck! Yes yes yes yes yes,” you chanted as your eyes rolled back. “There you go baby, let it out.”

Sex with Nanami could honestly change someone for the better. After that, you genuinely felt unstoppable. Your shy exterior was etched away with each moment you spent with him. You found yourself more talkative with people at your job, even taking bathroom breaks to send your boyfriend some risqué photos.

‘You’re such a tease pretty girl, I’m coming to get you on your lunch break.’

And he would fuck you senseless in the backseat of his car. And you wouldn’t give a fuck about who heard you, or how you looked when you clocked back in. That’s how he made you feel.

After a few more dates of going to various restaurants, museums, jazz bars, and your favorite, at home dates, you both came to an agreement to move in together. It was one of the best decisions both of you could’ve ever made.

End of Flashback

“You love when I tell that story, don’t you?”

“Who wouldn’t?” You grinned and got up to check on the food. Nanami placed his book back on the shelf and shoved is hand in his pocket.

“And I want to keep telling it forever,” He murmured as he pulled out a small black velvet box with a ring inside.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk anime #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami smut #jujutsu nanami #snoopyearss

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joongbin · 8 months

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— DON'T YOU FEEL IT? - K. SM

you're seungmin’s childhood friend who had been supporting him through thick and thin, seungmin hadn't thought of you as anything besides his bestest, most lovable friend he had, until one day he had felt an unfamiliar attraction toward you.

pairings ; kim seungmin x male reader

warnings ; reader is oblivious, seungmin is head over heels, one sided pining (sm).

genre ; fluff 2 angst.

inspired by im serious by day6 .. u could also listen to you were beautiful by day6 ,, set the mood up!! also idk attempted angst

You and Seungmin were friends for as long as you could remember, right up until now. You supported him through his idol life, and even attending a few concerts just to see him.

He appreciated all of them, seeing you in the crowds just made him wanna perform better to impress you, yes, of course his members notice it, but they don't mind.

You two hung out whenever his schedule wasn't packed to the brim. You had asked him to meet up at a local coffee shop near his agency, just to catch up with the recent events in your life.

Seungmin immediately grabbed his phone, a smile on his face appearing as he looked at the notification; it was you. Changbin chuckled and nudged his shoulder.

“ (name) again? ” Changbin smirked at him, earning a slap on the shoulder from the younger male. Seungmin replied to your text swiftly with an okay and a cute emoji before leaving the agency.

He hadn't seen you in weeks since the new comeback, he was busy with music shows, collabs, interviews, and more. He was unexpectedly excited to meet you again.

Seungmin walked through the doors and saw you sitting at a table. He walked over to you, smiling brightly as he sat opposite to you.

“ Min, it's so good to see you again! How are you? ” you say, a cheerful smile appearing on your face. He'd always see this smile whenever meeting you, but for some reason, today he felt different, like butterflies were flying around in his stomach.

“ It's been good, and busy. What about you? ” Seungmin couldn't hide his feelings at all, but he didn't know what the feeling was, looking at you just made him .. feel weird.

“ I've been good. I watched .. well, most of your recent comeback videos. You were great on stage, Min. ” you complimented him, you always did, but today was different. He chuckled, looking away from your gaze.

“ Thanks. Well, um — did you order anything? ” Seungmin changed the subject, not wanting to feel such feelings anymore. You nodded.

“ Yeah, I did. Order at the counter if you want something. ” you pointed at the counter before he immediately got up to order. His face was burning up and he didn't want you to see him like that.

He ordered a simple black coffee before walking back to your table.

As you both talked for what seemed like hours, sipping drinks here and there, Seungmin's heart was aching. Aching for you.

But you didn't know that, and he didn't want you to know. He doesn't even know if you like him or not, maybe you do, or don't. He didn't wanna risk it.

As the days went by, he was left staring at the ceiling of his dorm. Asking himself, why? Why does he like you so suddenly? His heart ached as he picked up his phone and started scrolling through past messages he had with you.

“ Damn it. ” he muttered. Seungmin closed his phone and tried his best to go back to sleep.

It was the next day, and he got an unexpected message from you, one that would destroy him completely. You told him to meet you at the local coffee shop from the last time you met.

Walking toward the coffee shop, there you were, with your boyfriend of 2 years. He opened the door, waving at you.

“ Hi guys. ” Seungmin put on a smile, while you greeted him back. He wasn't listening, his heart aching as you introduced him to your boyfriend and back.

God, he was foolish. To think that he had a chance with you. As you talked, his feelings for you grew even more.

“ Min, I'm so sorry. We have to go now. ” You briefly checked your watch before smiling sweetly at your friend, patting his shoulder as he waved at you while you and your boyfriend left the shop.

Seungmin sat quietly in the shop, before abruptly leaving and going back to his dorm. He threw himself on the bed, pouring his heart out as tears stained the bedsheets.

The members were out on their own today, so he was left all alone, crying as he longed for you, but couldn't. You were someone else's.

He was happy if you were happy, but his happiness wouldn't last long. His sniffles and hiccups filled the empty room, his eyes puffy.

He loved you, but you didn't.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x y/n #skz x male reader #stray kids x male reader #skz fanfic #skz fluff #kpop x male reader #x male y/n #x male reader #kim seungmin x you #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin #stray kids kim seungmin #skz angst

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asdfghjklmals · 1 year

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BEFORE YOU CATCH AN ATTITUDE✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. WORD COUNT: 0.6k words. TAGS: boyfriend!gojo, satoru gojo x fem!oc. established couple.

SYNOPSIS: satoru gojo may or may not like target depending on the day, but oc gojo girlfriend is a professional target shopper. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was based on this tweet and i just had to write something and wanted to share. is oc gojo girlfriend actually obsessed with target or am i??? the world may never know. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

every other sunday you look forward to one thing and one thing only. spending time with your satoru. your biweekly trip to target with your satoru.

satoru sighed as he unlocked the car door, walking two steps behind you. you stopped at the side of the black passenger door to satoru’s shiny sports car, grinning at him as he peered at you. he could tell you were excited for this as you looked forward to it all week. it’s been years since you've been dating and he still can’t believe you convinced him to take you shopping at target every other week on his day off.

he opened the passenger door for you to climb into. as you buckled your seatbelt, he shut your door, made his way to the driver's side and hopped into his seat. he pushed the button to the ‘push to start’ engine. the engine purred as he backed out of the parking stall of your shared apartment complex.

“i don’t know why you like target so much, babe. the stuff is so much more expensive there, there’s kids always screaming and crying, and moms are always fighting over the hearth & hand shit.”

you looked at him as if he kicked your cat, catoru (yes, your furbaby was named after him). “baby, those hearth & hand items are so hard to get! i waited months to get our salt and pepper containers.”

as your boyfriend steered with his left hand, his right hand rested on your left thigh, his eyes on the road in front of him. he chuckled at the memory of you setting notifications on both his and your phones to make sure that you would be notified once those damn salt and pepper containers came back in stock.

“don’t forget the coffee table we waited a whole year for is from there too,” you chimed.

satoru groaned at the memory because he was the victim of your salty attitude when you didn’t click ‘confirm purchase’ in time before the table went out of stock for the tenth time. you refused to buy any other coffee table until that one was back in stock again.

“you waited for that coffee table, baby. i told you we could just buy a different one until the one you wanted came back in stock.” satoru grumbled. you ignored the fact that he did say that, but you were too stubborn to admit it.

before you met satoru, you were a weekly target fiend. you shopped at target so often even the starbucks baristas inside of your local target remembered your name and order. you knew what days each department had their markdowns, and yes, you were a red card holder and used target app religiously. once you started dating the white haired sorcerer, you had to compromise on the frequency of your target runs. he wanted to only do a monthly target run to stock up on necessities, but after a few kisses he agreed to a biweekly schedule (you knew he couldn’t resist your sweet kisses, so you used it against him).

your boyfriend turned his flashy little sports car into the parking lot of your local target, putting the car in park and turning off the engine. he looked at you with blazing azure eyes, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. he was stern, at least he tried to be.

“okay, you have a $200 spending limit.”

“can i go over a little bit? i saw this really cute—”

he ignored you and interrupted you, “—and i promise i won’t rush you.”

you smirked at him as you waited. he kissed the side of your cheek before finishing his last sentence.

“and yes, we’re getting coffee at starbucks before you catch an attitude.”

DIVIDERS PROVIDED BY @/ANLIAN-AISHANG

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metallicaislife · 6 months

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My Girl

A/N: Just a sweet fluff I thought of, enjoy!! 🥰

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 984

Warnings: None

The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was going to be my girl.

James, Lars and Dave moved up to the San Francisco area a few weeks ago so that I could join Metallica. I went to their place to hang out and she was there.

I didn’t see any of the guys around, but she was playing her Fleetwood Mac ‘Rumors’ album on the turntable. She danced freely and sang loudly along to ‘You Make Loving Fun’. I couldn’t hide the smile that graced my lips. As she spun around, she opened her eyes and screamed falling over.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” I asked moving to help her up.

“I’m fine. I didn’t think anyone was supposed to be here.” She said and put her hand in mine letting me pull her up. There was a cute dusting of pink over her cheeks. She hurried over to the turntable turning the volume down.

“Sorry, I didn’t call ahead to let the others know I was coming over, I just assumed they’d be here.” I said rubbing the back of my neck.

“They are out grocery shopping. You must be Cliff,” She started and I nodded, “I’ve heard so many good things about you. I mean you must be an absolute asset if those knuckleheads decided moving up here was the best choice for the band.”

“I sure hope so.” I grinned, “And you are?” I asked.

“Oh, shit sorry! I am Y/N, James is my cousin. I am just here for a visit to see if I like it up here.” She said, folding her arms.

“And if you like it here?” I asked as my eyebrow hiked up.

“Then I will find a place up here, and a job.” She answered.

“Do you want to do that?” I questioned leaning against the couch.

“Yeah, I mean I want to be close to James, we were raised together so we are more like brother and sister, but on the other hand I grew up in the LA area so moving out of my comfort zone is a little hard for me. Plus I’d have to make friends, I can’t rely on James and his friends to be my only friends.” She opened up with ease. For some reason that made my heart warm.

“All valid points, growing up is hard sometimes, and pushing the boundaries of your comfort zone can definitely be uncomfortable. Besides, I would like it if you moved up here.” I smiled. Her eyes met mine in a small look of surprise.

“You hardly know me.” She said softly.

“Yeah, but I’d like to get to know you better.” I said. The light dusting of pink she had on her cheeks earlier turned a darker shade of pink.

“I suppose I’d like to get to know you better too.” She answered coyly, making me chuckle.

“How long is your visit?” I asked.

“I will be here for a week, I got in yesterday.” she answered.

“Alright, then if you have some time this week, as a San Fran native I will show you around. Give you the local tour.” I offered.

“That sounds nice, I would like that a lot.” She smiled so sweetly at me, my heart melted.

“WE’RE BACK!” Lars' voice echoed through the house, ending the moment we were having.

“Oh you’re here.” Dave said as he walked past me to take some of the groceries to the kitchen.

“Nice, I wanted to introduce you two soon. Cliff, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is our new bassist who replaced Ron.” James said, sitting the beer down on the coffee table.

“We definitely met like 10 minutes ago when this beanpole scared the ever living shit out of me.” Y/N said, folding her arms letting out the most adorable huff looking away. I let out a chortle.

“Beanpole?” I questioned, but she wouldn’t budge. James raised his eyebrow, turning to look at me and I couldn’t hide my smirk. “I thought you guys would be here, and she thought she was alone-” I started.

“Oh my god did you see her naked?” James’ eyes widened and his nostrils flared. I put my hands up and Y/N whipped around.

“No!” She exclaimed, “I was singing and dancing.” She said more softly.

James cracked up holding his gut as he laughed.

“Sorry, man, nobody should be subjected to that train wreck.” James wheezed. Y/N wound her fist back landing an impressive punch on James’ arm.

“Ow, I was just joking!” He whined, she glared at him. If she could shoot fire from her eyes, James’ would be nothing but ashes.

“I don’t know, I kinda liked it, she looked like she was really enjoying herself, like she was free.” I grinned. Y/N hid her face but I caught a glimpse of the small smile on her lips as James looked up at me and then to her.

“I’m not saying anything because it isn’t my place-” He started.

“Then don’t say anything.” She shoved him softly and left for the kitchen. I heard her asking Dave if she could help put things away.

“You were saying?” I was curious to hear what he had to say.

“Break her heart and I’ll bust your face. She’s a big girl and can make her own decisions. However I’ll gladly put anyone who disrespects her in their place.” James finished.

“I respect that.” I nodded.

“Good. There is more beer in the car. Will you help bring it in?” James asked.

“Sure man.” I answered and went to grab the beer.

I was mentally planning out all the spots to take Y/N on her tour. She doesn’t know it yet, but I do, she is going to move up here and in no time at all, she will be my girl.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #cliff burton #cliff burton x reader #cliff burton fluff #metallica fluff #Spotify

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hotteoki · 10 months

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the ex factor (c.b.g.)

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: angst?, fluff, exes-to-lovers

wc: 1.2k

cw: /

notes: i had this idea a while ago and i thought i was so clever for the title i still think i am ngl 🤭

part one (can be read as a stand alone)

for @rgyui and @iwaplant here's a part 2! probably not what you expected tho...

🗣️welcome to your weekly dose of the ‘ex factor’! tonight, we’ve invited a freshly broken up couple, only an astonishing two months ago! as per usual, we will offer a series of questions and you, our dear viewers, will vote whether they should get back together… or stay apart for good?

(a pause as the intro rolls in)

🗣️the two will be placed into different rooms, unable to hear each other. however, they’ll be asked the same series of questions. will they have similar answers? or completely different? stay tuned to find out!

(the screen cuts to beomgyu)

🗣️how long did your relationship last?

beomgyu: two years, or, well, almost two years. one year and eleven months to be exact.

(the screen cuts to you, and it flickers continuously between the two of you)

you: one year and eleven months, so, two years, basically.

🗣️and what was the reason for your untimely ending?

beomgyu: it wasn't, like, one argument or one thing that broke us apart. it was more of a build-up, i guess you could say? it was a kind of silent, mutual agreement or something. yeah, something like that.

you: there was a kind of tension, or something, in between us a month before we broke up. i'm not sure why there was, i don't think he does either, to be honest. it just, kind of happened. i think we're both still confused about the whole thing, i mean, we just stopped being as clingy towards each other out of nowhere, we just kind of... drifted.

🗣️how did you meet?

beomgyu: it was at this local coffee shop i used to work at. she ordered a caramel macchiato, and i stuck a post-it note with the lyrics to bts' song 'coffee' onto it, it was kind of stupid, now that i look back, but hey, she came back to the cafe the next day. i was surprised she liked my post-it note idea, to be honest.

you: we met at a cafe where he used to work at, and i ordered the first drink that came to mind, and when i went to receive it, the other barista told me i should visit the cafe again the next day. i thought he was joking until i saw a post-it note stuck onto the cup with lyrics from the bts song and a pick up line underneath it.

🗣️what were your first impressions of each other?

beomgyu: the first thing i noticed about her was that she was extremely cute. then i realised that it was her first time ordering coffee, so i started flirting with her, which is very unlike me, but i guess past me agreed that we would do anything for her. (he laughs)

you: he was very flirty. now looking back, it was very out of character for him. then again, we were younger then, so i guess he was a bit different. but i was also thinking about how cute he was. he was probably my first ever crush, to be honest.

🗣️what do you think lacked in your relationship to cause its ending?

beomgyu: i think there was a lack of communication. it was obvious to anyone and everyone that we loved each other so, so much, but at the end of the day, it was hard for both of us to be vocal about our problems, so we just started ignoring each other, and eventually we agreed to break up.

you: the fact that we weren't used to talking about our problems. we were both comfortable with each other, but not in the way where we'd talk about what was bothering us or making us upset. we'd just let it simmer out on its own, and that ruined the perfect image of our relationship, i think.

🗣️what was your favourite memory in your relationship?

beomgyu: when she tried to make me coffee. she walked me to the cafe when i still worked there before it opened, and opening hours wasn’t until, like, an hour later, so i asked her if she wanted to try making coffee. (he pauses) yeah, it was absolute shit. but her smile was so gorgeous it made the food poisoning worth it.

you: probably that time we went to this carnival nearby and he got me a teddy bear just so i could name it after him. (you laugh) he ended up getting all jealous over the attention the bear was getting, and the poor thing got put in 'time out', which meant giving it to our friend's hedgehog.

🗣️is there anything you regret about your relationship? whether it be something you did to each other, or something you didn't do?

beomgyu: i didn't give her enough of my time. like yeah, i was dedicated to the relationship and i loved her even more than myself, but i knew, even back then, that i wasn't spending enough time on her, but i never bothered to do anything about it, so i guess that's something i regret and didn't do. that's probably why i haven't texted her anymore after our breakup. i know my work has crazy schedules and that's not going to go away anytime soon. i can't.. (he sighs) i can't give her what she deserves.

you: i think i was a bit too demanding at times. i hate this thing about me, but sometimes i get a bit too bossy without meaning to. like, i have this perfect image of a relationship, and when the person i'm with doesn't meet that standard, i kind of push that belief on them, if you get me. i don't know if it's because of him, or me, or anything, but it happened with all my past relationships as well. i'm not even sure if i know what love is, i just keep picturing a perfect relationship and every time, they're all the same scenarios, just with a different face. i don't know if it's love i'm looking for, or just comfort. it's too much for me to bear, let alone him.

🗣️what did you love most about each other?

beomgyu: the way she has this ability to always bring out the best in me. i know it sounds really typical but it's true. she's one of the biggest reasons why i'm still going. she got me through such a difficult part of my life and i'm so, so grateful for that. every day is a reminder that she was the one who encouraged me to keep going. everything i do is for her.

you: his presence. i can't seem to put it to words, but he's my walking definition of 'home'. he's my home. even though we've broken up, even though we haven't seen each other in months, i still consider him my comfort zone, because that's what he is to me. he reminds me of the warmth of your cozy bedroom after spending a day out in freezing cold. yeah, that's how i'd describe him.

(the screen cuts back to the host momentarily)

🗣️and now, for the question our audience has been dying for us to ask!

(screen cuts to beomgyu again)

🗣️if given the chance, would you start your relationship again?

(the audio is muted)

🗣️(there is a pause, and a disappointed expression) i see...

🗣️well! dear audience, be sure to put in your votes on whether they should try again or not! and tune in next week again to see the guests' answers! this has been 'the ex factor', and we'll see you soon!

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lysarria · 2 years

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A Comforting Captain

This is a random Sy fic idea that I had. I am new to the fic writing world. Please excuse my typing errors. Thank you for reading ❤️🤗

Warnings: Period cramps. Fluff.

We are both up bright and early. Sy had returned home from tour a couple of weeks ago. He was making some coffee and I was getting myself ready to go on a run. Sy usually joins me when he is home but this morning he had plans with some of his buddies and helping out with a house renovation. I offered to help but they said they were good and that some other guys were coming over as well to help.

I hugged and kissed Sy before leaving and I couldn't resist from giving his booty a quick pinch. I ran out the door giggling and hoping he wouldn't catch me before I got into his truck.

I went to one of our favorite nature parks and completed a 6 mile run. I knew Sy would be busy for a while so I decided to visit some stores while I was out and about. Checking my phone I had a text from Sy.

Sy Bear:

Hey Dumplin'. Hope you had a great run. I'm sure you kicked its ass. We have to go pick up more supplies for the renovation. Love ya bunches.

Replying back -

Absolutely crushed it! Hope the renovation is going well. I am going by a couple of stores before heading home. I love you too, bear.

Shopping was a success. I get home and take all the bags inside and unload. Picked up some groceries so I could cook one of Sy's favorite meals. He wasn't home yet so I jumped into the shower. Ready to wash away the sweat and feel refreshed. Towards the end of my shower I am hit with severe cramps. I knew my period was soon and it was letting me know it had arrived. Sometimes they are extremely painful and sometimes it's almost like nothing. Trying to quickly finish up my shower and also dealing with extremely sharp painful cramps. Once out I take medication for the pain. Drying off and looking for clothes to wear. I pulled one of his shirts out. They are always a comfort for me. I was going to call Sy but instead I decided to text him. I didn't want to disturb him while he's busy. I just wanted to let him know that I wasn't feeling well from the cramps and that I was going to lay down.

Hitting send and putting my phone down. I laid curled up in bed in pain and hoping the medicine would start to work soon. I was starting to drift off to sleep and then I felt the bed dip and Sy wrapping his arms around me and asking if I'm okay. I told him he didn't have to stop helping to come home for me and that it wasn't my intentions at all. He explained that they were basically done for the day as the guys had plans for the afternoon and also I was the most important person in his life and he wants to be there for me and take care of me.

I was still dealing with bad cramps. Sy had gotten out of bed and left the room. I start to hear things being moved around in the kitchen and he shouts "Gimme a minute Bug".

I hear him come back into bedroom and he walks around to my side. I opened my eyes and look up and he's holding a bag. He pulls out a heating pad and plugs it in for me and places it on me. Then he reaches into the bag and pulls out some delicious baked goods from a local bakery and places them on the nightstand. Reaching in the bag again he pulls out a cute plush he spotted while he was trying to find a heating pad. I am basically in tears and told him he didn't have to do all that for me and he told me to hush that nonsense and he'd do anything for me and loves me. He leaned down and kissed my lips and said he's going shower. I laid there holding the plush tightly with waves of different emotions hitting me. How did I end up so lucky. To have such a great man in my life. He was my world and all I ever wanted. I heard the shower turn off and he walked out a few minutes later in his boxers. Closing the blinds and turning the TV so it's better angled towards the bed. He hands me the remote and leaves the room and comes back and places a couple of drinks for us on the nightstand. He asked if I needed anything and I said only you. Giving me that cute grin and a wink he then walks around and crawls into bed. Wrapping his strong loving arms around me and pulling me against him. I turned my head to kiss him. Looking into those beautiful blue eyes. Damn period giving me all these extra emotions and tears start up again. He wipes them away and tells me he's happy he's home and able to take care of me. We laid snuggled up together in bed with one of our favorite movies playing. Feeling the warmth of his body and the heating pad had reduced a lot of the pain. Holding his hand tightly as we snuggle. At random times he would place soft kisses on my neck and ask how I am feeling. Just him being there makes me feel better. My eyes start to get heavy. I notice his breathing has started to slow down and he has fallen asleep. I turned off the heating pad and turned the movie volume down. I slowly turned to look at my bear sleeping. I whisper I love you Sy and placed a light kiss on his lips. I turn back and closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep with my comforting Captain.

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I wrote and @drksanctuary drew the chapter image for my Fluffy Coffee Shop AU Oneshot. its just short and cute. i hope you enjoy!

A Nicobaster Coffee Shop AU with notes of ReyRae.

Hazel opens up a coffee shop and Nico is helping her out by working at it while she is still hiring staff. He meets the local union rep Alabaster Torrington...

Hidden Gem Cafe

“Well don’t you look chipper.”

Nico huffs and glares in the direction of one Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She looks entirely too well put together with her red curls in a pony tail and black apron around her waist. The coffee shop door clinks closed behind him and he locks it. They don’t open for another 30 minutes.

“Some of us,” Nico replies, “aren’t born to be Baristas.”

Rachel snorts at his attempt at insulting her. “You’re just grumpy because you’re used to waking up at noon, and we both know it.” She pats his shoulder sympathetically as he passes. “You really will do anything for your sisters.”

Nico grunts. The clock on the break room wall reads 4:30 a.m.

Who in their right mind would ever willingly be up this early in the morning for coffee? He emerges with his apron tied around his hips and eyeliner applied in hopes that the bags under his eyes don’t show too starkly. Rachel is preparing the drip coffee canisters and Nico starts on the pastry display case. He’s a little surprised that Hazel hasn’t show up, but according to his text string she had barely managed to get to bed around 2 am, anxious as she was for the Hidden Gem Café’s Grand Opening.

Nico opens the doors right on time, Rachel humming behind the counter. He can’t help but yawn. “Why are you like this.” He deadpans. He has no energy in his entire body and she laughs at him.

“The trick,” she side whispers like it’s some big secret, “ –is that I never went to sleep in the first place!” She sing songs the rest, and Nico can’t help but realize…Rachel is delusional.

He groans and makes a cup of coffee with creamer and four sugars. He might as well take advantage, and coffee really is mostly a way he uses to get sugar into his system. He takes a large swig as the door chimes and Hazel’s first ever customer enters.

The man that enters is tall and looks a little frantic. Nico tries to smile but it doesn’t come naturally, so he settles on a bemused expression as the man approaches the counter, his dress shoes clicking along the vinyl flooring. “Hey,” Nico wonders if that was too casual of a greeting but proceeds, as it’s too early to be self-conscious. “What can I get you?” The man’s squinting at the menu on the wall behind the counter, freckles scrunching on his nose; He seems almost startled to be addressed at all.

“Oh- ah,” He clears his throat looking vaguely apologetic and he ruffles his light brown hair. “Do you sell large travel containers of coffee?”

Nico nods, “We’re not busy, so we can make you one, but it will take some time. It’s $30 plus tax.”

The man brightens, “Perfect. I’ll also get a small coffee and…” he looks at the pastry display case, “One of those lemon poppy seed muffins.” A smile flashes across his face and Nico can’t help but think the man is handsome.

“You got it.” Nico winks at him, and blames it on how sleep deprived he is; he can feel the sugar and caffeine starting to work through his blood stream, “Name for the order?”

“Alabaster.”

Alabaster sounds a little strained…Maybe I shouldn’t have winked at him. Nico thinks as he writes the name on a small cup. He looks up to see Alabaster blushing and holding his hand against the bottom half of his face. Or maybe I should do it again… Nico reconsiders, his mood sufficiently boosted. He fills the small cup himself since Rachel is working on the traveler and grabs the muffin as Alabaster inserts his credit card to pay. He looks at the other pastries in the case and grabs a cookie.

He hands both over to Alabaster. “Here’s something sweet... For being our first customer at our Grand Opening.”

Alabaster flushes again and takes them. “Thank you. I do appreciate you accommodating me.”

“Anytime.” Nico responds; This time the smile comes easily. “Enjoy your coffee. You’re traveler will be ready in a couple minutes.”

Alabaster nods and settles down at a table, taking his traveler when it’s finished, waving at Nico as he leaves.

Nico hopes he comes again.

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“You’re telling me you fell in love at first sight with a barista, and now you go two cities over every Monday morning just to see him?” Reyna sounds incredulous and when she says it like that, Alabaster can’t help but agree. It does sound ridiculous.

“-And the Coffee!” he rushes to justify. “Not just the Barista, Reyna. The coffee too. There’s a reason it’s called Hidden Gem- And it wasn’t at first sight!” he defends himself.

Reyna scoffs at him as they get out of the car. It’s a rare Friday off and he had insisted they come to this location for coffee. Reyna won’t deny she’s intrigued, and she’s not actually all that bothered. It’s not every day she gets to tease Alabaster C. Torrington about having a crush.

It didn't hurt that and he’d brought her some of their coffee a couple weeks ago. It really was much better than any of the popular chains they had around the office. She can’t help but tease a little more. “So when are you going to actually ask him on a date?”

Alabaster looks at her, a scandalized expression on his face. “Ask him out? While he’s at work??” His tone drips with derision, “ oh yes, that what everyone wants. For some random customer to ask them out on a date while their just working their shift.”

Reyna laughs and elbows him. “I thought you said he was flirting with you .”

Alabaster puffs out one cheek, “I believe I said I wasn’t sure if he was flirting with me. And I don’t want to be a creep. Or make him feel uncomfortable. Or ruin everything. What if I can never come back to his place because I fucked it all up?! That would be the absolute worst…” He looks regretful, “I’d have to go back to regular coffee and we both know that would be awful. I’m too pampered now.”

Reyna opens the door to Hidden Gem Café. The place is nice; plenty of space seating with personal touches that make the space welcoming and homey. There’s a mural on the wall next to the seating area she can’t help but admire. It really would be a terrible loss if Alabaster could never come here again.

A man’s voice greets them as they approach the counter, and Reyna can see why Alabaster, their number one union organizer, who has nerves of steel when negotiating with greedy executives, has been acting like a teenager: Dark hair and eyes, muscled forearms, eyeliner and earrings…just Alabaster’s type. He keeps glancing at her with a subtly perturbed expression, and it takes her a moment to realize- she smirks. That is crestfallen expression someone that thinks we are dating.

She nudges Alabaster, hoping he will take her hint, but he’s too engrossed in chatting with Nico to notice to subtle signs of distress. She’s almost worried Nico will get the wrong idea.

Nico gestures to her, looking at Alabaster with intensity. “Is she you’re girlfriend?”

Alabaster almost chokes on his own saliva as he’s in such a rush to say ‘No’. “Absolutely. Not.” Alabaster confirms.

Reyna likes straightforward people, and she likes Nico even more for his blunt attitude. That will save them a lot of drama down the road. “We’re just friends.” She seconds, “And besides, you’re co-worker is more my type anyway.” She smiles winningly at the red-head behind the counter who grins back at her and gestures to Nico and Alabaster with a shrug that communicated “what can you do?”

Reyna moves to the side, waiting at the pickup counter for their coffee order. Rachel approaches with two drinks and hands them to her. “Were you serious about me being your type?” she asks, looking honestly curious, “-because I’m available.”

Alabaster chuckles nervously as Reyna walks away and looks back at Nico who appears relieved. He hopes he isn’t reading too much into that. “Honestly. She’s just a good friend.”

Nico nods, and rings up their order, debating if he should ask… more. It’s been a while since they first met, and Nico always gets butterflies on the days when Alabaster comes in. “You know,” he starts, and decides to barrel on with it, “I get off shift today in an hour … are you free after that? I know a good Italian place that serves a really good lunch menu.” He hears Alabaster audibly take a breath. “Yes!” Alabaster’s voice can be heard very clearly over the background noise of people and music. “ah- I mean. Yes.” He returns to a normal volume, “I would love…that.” He can’t stop grinning from ear to ear. “I would really really like that.”

The End

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dausy · 17 days

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Back when the Barbie movie came out a couple of extremely girly hot-pink cafes opened. I didn't want to go by myself (when husband was deployed) because they seemed awfully crowded during Barbie and they're downtown and I hate trying to park in downtown areas. Anyway, my husband took me to brunch at one yesterday and it was fabulous. We had actually already heard the food was pretty blah but our iced coffes were all actually very good and glittery and cute. Everything was covered in pink and glitter. I'm glad I accidentally dressed appropriately. My one complaint about this city is nobody seems to believe in french pastries. Truly I want just want a good coffee and croissant. You can find a croissant but you can't get it at a coffee shop. If you do then the coffee isn't good.

We then visited the local Comic-con. I like to look but the second hand embarrassment always kills me. Its just not really the land of my peoples. I really wanted to catch glimpses of Patrick Warburton and Zachary Levi on camera but there were so many people, I felt anxious trying to pull out my phone. I was really hoping to find some sort of sailor moon figurine. I know I can purchase them online but I kind of wanted the real life shopping experience. One of my biggest con regrets was years ago, I went to a convention and somebody had a table of unique sailor moon merch. Everything from make-up to jewelry to action figures and just small collectors items. I really wished I had purchased some of the decorative pens and compacts. I've never been to another con like it. This convention, while we are in a large city, is not the biggest convention I've been to. I think the coolest booth I found was for Teeturtle. I did find this little simba figuring which Id never seen in real life before. There was another disney 100 one but panicked at the price of both figures together and didn't buy both.

after that my husband wanted to go to a Gun show ('merica!) and I think he was a little disappointed with it. I was just kind of fascinated because it was inside a freemason hall and I'd never been in one before and it was really weird. They didn't have that many guns. They actually had a lot of scentsy and those adhd bubble fidget toy booths haha. I also saw just as many porn books there as I did at the anime convention.

but in any case the weather was actually gorgeous for once. I just enjoyed being out of the house. We also had a post wide yard sale and we drove around a bit looking at items we dont really need. We also stopped at an alterations place to get my ball gown fitted. I procrastinate too much and the dress I was eyeing was out of stock so I just chose..one of the bajillion others I saved on pinterest and it came in the mail within 24hours but alas..I have short legs and its too long.

I have poor sense of time and didn't realize our ball is in like 2 weeks..and now I have to figure out what to do about my hair. Im going to make last minute hair and pedicure appointments..or do what I did the last time and just do everything myself and wonder what I would look like if I was professionally prettied.

also, we went to a baseball game last weekend and my horrible sunburn is starting to peel off. My entire forehead and ears are flaking in small chunks going up into my scalp. Its a lot of fun.

I did film for youtube and I feel like I have enough extra stuff for a life vlog which is everything I listed here so its probably ruined.

also our facility owner apparently hates me again for something he did that I didn't do so I'm yet again counting days of which its appropriate to have a gap in my resume before we move from here.

#illustration #sketchbook #sketch #drawing #artblog #animalart #artvlog #simbafanart #sarabi #tlk #thelionking #elpasocomiccon #comiccon #pinkcafe #cutecafe #tlkmerch

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izchone · 2 years

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coincidentally. jake enhypen headcannons!

genre: tooth rotting fluff, comfort,, bf!jake headcannons

info: hey guys!! as i said like 3 days ago I might make this a series so this is the first one! im in my jake era i think idk man🤭🤭 i also wrote in a different layout so i hope you like that and don’t mind it too much! but anyway i hope you enjoy this because i really liked writing this!!tw// food, overused emojis🙁

• i just have to make this scenario man it’s just so fitting

• he was your barista at the local coffee shop🤭

• when you were next up in line you caught his eye

• he thought you looked pretty cute idk😇😇

• and then when you said your order

• he got caught even more off guard

• you ordered his go-to order!! what!!!!

• so he just made the order

• still in shock obvi

• and gave it to you

• with the most playful wink as possible😒

• so annoying /j!!

• but even when that happened you came back because he made the drink really nicely

• .. and because you wanted to see him again

• but nobody knows that shhhh🤭

• the same guy from yesterday was at the cash register ready to serve you

• and so you went on and ordered your drink

• and then

• he paid for it!!!!

• “you know what’s crazy? we have the same order. even the two pumps of vanilla are the same! so it’s on me today, alright?”

• you were so surprised

• your eyes are wide open

• “.. oh, okay! thank you so much!”

• and he just giggles at your flustered reaction

• so silly😛😛

• i need to stop.

• and then he gave you the same wink he gave you yesterday

• what a dork honestly

• but then as you exited the cafe, you noticed that he wrote something on your cup

• text me! ***-***-**** -jake:)

• MAN THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE

• anyways

• you’ve been texting him back and forth for a while now

• and you also see him everyday at the cafe to buy your drink

• (once in a while he pays for it 🫶)

• but then one day he asks you to go on a date after his shift😱

• AND IT FELT SO SURREAL

• “a cute barista asking me on a date? i am literally winning🤭🤭”

• THAT WAS YOUR REACTION

• the effect this man has on you am i right😕

• btw you said yes

• you waited for him to clock out

• and he took you to go on a walk with him by the riverside🙁🙁

• what a cute date that sounds like

• and a few dates after

• he asks you out!!

• he is the most wholesome selfless boyfriend ever

• he loves to bring you sweets from the cafe

• he even makes some cookies himself and when he has free time he puts toppings on them or draw hearts on the cookies with icing just for you!!

• he also lends you his coats/sweatshirts/hoodies/shirts ANYTIME

• like not even joking

• i was not lying when i said he was selfless

• and when he sees you all dressed up or even sees you just like anywhere idk

• he will give you his signature wink

• he just loves doing that to you since day 1 i guess

• and whenever you feel down he gives so many back hugs

• gives you a big cup of your go-to drink

• and even sip some of it himself🤷‍♀️

• and just hug the pain away to the playlist he made you :(

• while giving you the look of love

• very precious love

• and a whole bunch of soft kisses

• until you know you’re loved and wanted so so much

• all in all he just wants to give all the love he has to you

• just for you<3

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mercurydarlin · 1 year

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Yandere dr.malpractice headcannons?

Dr.Malpractice Yandere Headcannons

WARNINGS: yandere, murder, the SLIGHTEST of manipulation/gaslighting,

this to request

OMG I WAS THINKING OF THIS THE OTHER DAY. is this your way of getting me to write simpbur? cause it is WORKING. I made him rather sweet though, like, he doesn't kidnap reader anything. just kills.

How you'd meet Wilbur, I guess:

It was just a normal Monday for you. you went to work, went to the local coffee shop, and drove home.

The regular stuff.

But, To your surprise, that would all change.

Now insert Wilbur. You had a lil crush on him he was cute... He stopped by your workplace every now and then.

He had his quirks though, like how he would act a bit shy around you, even a bit embarrassed

He said something about having a lab when you brought up his work.

"So...Where do you work? In the building?" You smiled at Wilbur, before handing him a box with glass tubes inside. "Oh-Uh, I work in a lab. I'm a scientist,if you will." He smiled back you, before quickly walking off with the box you handed to him. "Bye Wilbur, See you tomorrow!" You waved goodbye to him before he opened the office door and waved goodbye back.

You both started to get to now each other better, became close friends.

He still was a bit awkward around you, but that's what kept you around.

He'd invite you over to his house plenty.

Wilbur eventually told you about his feeling, and if course you said yes!

But he made you an offer, an offer that would change everything.

"Do you wanna be my test subject? I understand if it sounds weird--" he looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Depends, Whats the conditions?" You asked, smile on your face. You weren't expecting what would happen ahead of time.

You said yes, cause what's the worst that could happen?

How would it go from there?:

also your in wilbur's lab now, he said something about you staying there for awhile.

Rather smoothly.

I mean, you just come Into his lab for 2-3 days and he does test on you, it's nothing big.

But oh my god, he'd love every second of it.

Like, you would be cuddled up with him as he puts bandages on your scars.

He would literally be going insane, his face would be red, he'd be showering you with compliments, all the good stuff.

"What's the pink stuff do?" You asked, pointing to one of the tubes on the table next to you. "That's supposed to be some eyesight improving thing, Oh, but I'd never use that on you. Too much of a risk." He moved it to the corner of his table, and instead pulled out a cup of water and pills. "Those should help your immune system, darling." He handed you the pills and water, as you swallowed down the pills Wilbur was overjoyed, he always felt glad when you took literally anything he gave you.

He'd be so lovey Dovey...

He'd never get mad at you, instead opting to comfort you endlessly.

But yet, obsessive.

Like, he uses your least favorited co-workers as subjects for his rather... Unsafe injections...

Behind your back, of course.

It'd be awhile until you'd eventually figure out.

Wait, what if reader figured out about Wilbur's killings/torture?:

Pissed. Very pissed, at first!

It was quite the discussion when you first figured out.

"I'm sorry, this is too much to handle at the same time Wilbur!" You shouted at him, anger in your eyes. You just figured out about his little...killing problem. "Can we please just talk about this, I-I swear, I can explain everything love!" He watched as a tear fell from your face, it saddened him to see you like this. He hates seeing you upset, and knowing that he made you upset, only makes matters worse.

Eventually you made up. He never said he was going to stop what he was doing cause he was "Protecting you".

You came to terms with it, realizing there's not much you could even do about it other than report him to the police.

And why would you do that? You just couldn't.

So you both talked it out.

You knew he wouldn't stop killing people no matter what you said, so you let it happen.

"If you end up in jail, you do realize I cannot bail you out, right?" You smirked at him while fidgeting with your hair. You were both in the kitchen, wilbur was making dinner for you as you were sat at the counter. Wilbur turned, smirking back, "I'll find my way around it, no need to worry about me."

He surprisingly hasn't ended up in jail yet, he ends up framing someone else for his killings. (That someone also being someone who wronged you.)

what would his love language be? would he like pda?:

Pda wise, yes.

He'd be very touchy, ever so touchy.

He'd leave kisses everywhere on your body while whispering sweet nothings.

And he'd do it in public to, planting little kisses on your head while at a restaurant.

"Wil- Wil! you can stop now!" You'd giggled while pushing Wilbur away from your face. "But I'm just trying to love you! What's so wrong with that?" He'd giggled back, pulling your hand away from his face, leaning towards you with his big dorky smile. He'd plant a messy kiss on your cheek.

As for love language, he'd sent you text messages telling you how much he loves you, the things he'd do, all that cute stuff.

What if he sent love letters? Think about it.

"You know, I have 5 finished love letters that I was too scared to send you when we first talked." You turned your head over to him as he was smiling at you. "Really? That's so cute-- you HAVE to show me them." You grabbed his hands and squeezed them, big grin on your face. Wilbur sighed a smiled, "I'll find the time to show you, one day."

(probably gonna add more into this,but...just thought I'd post this now <3)

#wilbur mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur x y/n #mcyt x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt imagine

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umbral-archives · 2 years

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'Ego' Sucktember 2022 Day 3: Messy

Ire for contested land does not make alliance.

I more ways than one. This one is a bit darker than the other entries, delving into possessiveness and jealousy. It's Murdock. What do you expect?

THEY KEEP GETTING LONGER. FUCK. it's still THE 3RD SOMEWHERE-

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AFAB!Reader/Femme

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Heavy public grinding/orgasms. Pet names/use of 'girl'. Cumming in pants. Possessive/Obsessive behavior. Mentions of past Stalking. Cumeating.

Word Count: 4100+

You’d traveled into the nearby town to do some necessary shopping. Sometimes, your Killer tags along on these outings, acting like a giant, possessive guard dog. This is necessary with how many enemies Murdock has made over the years; however, you find the presence of your looming shadow to be placating.

You’re safer with him than anywhere else.

Before you went to purchase the perishables on your list at the local supermarket, you’d decided to make a stop at a new coffee shop that had opened up in town. It’s a quaint little establishment with a slightly rustic feel; a few patrons sit in booths and partake of their orders while idle chitchat and soft music drift through the air around you. The cozy feel is just enough for you to let your guard down as you step up to the counter.

You consider calling Murdock and asking him if he’d want one of those off-the-wall drinks he always orders while you place your own. However, when you consider the distance between you and home, you decide against that. It’d be cold by then, and the man is probably busy planning or whatever he does in his downtime.

Oh, but you don’t realize… or do you?

The barista calls your name when your hot cocoa is ready, offering it to you from over the counter with a smile. His name is Stephen by the tag on his breast, and you smile in turn, offering a rather generous tip into the jar beside the register.

“Oh- thank you, miss, it’s appreciated,” he beams, that smile growing. You realize with a bit of concern that he’s cute, that soft country boy energy is a heavy juxtaposition to the 6’5 wall of muscle that fucked you senseless not 12 hours ago. Such a contrast to what you’re used to, but you can appreciate his aesthetics.

“Don’t worry about it, my guy,” you wave him off placatingly while trying to ignore that little flutter in your chest, “I used to work as a waitress so I know how much of a struggle it is, especially now.”

“Small world. Still, thank you.”

You lift the cup to him in salute. He nods, that smile still quirking the corners of his mouth as you go and sit by the window. While you idly scroll through your social media apps and wait for your cocoa to cool, your mind wanders back to Murdock. You’d wanted him to come with you today, both for quality time and the sense of security he brings you.

The longer you sip on the cocoa, the more you find yourself chitchatting with Stephen. You shouldn’t even entertain it, but there’s something homely about him; something painfully domestic. He is friend shaped.

Another barista by the name of Adelaide joins in on your conversation, and you find that you enjoy her input as well. Maybe you’ll come back to this coffee shop more often.

It’s not long after you’d ordered your second drink and sat down when you see the green of an apron in your peripheral vision.

“Ma’am?” It’s Stephen, you realize with a bit more curiosity than you should. He hovers at your side with a basket of muffins, offering them to you. “We have some product that’s not considered salvageable by my manager. Would you like a free muffin?” When you stare skeptically at the basket, he clarifies, “Don’t worry, it’s completely aesthetic. The tops didn’t puff up right.”

They’re quirky little things, bent this way and that, even compressed in one case. You’d never been one to turn down free food in the correct setting, so you pluck out a cracked top muffin with a nod of thanks. While you place the muffin down on the table, Stephen slips a small piece of paper down beside it before walking over to the next patron and repeating his spiel.

Upon opening up the little note, you find it to be a message:

“Hey. So, both Adelaide and I think you are incredibly interesting and would like to know if you’d like to go out for some coffee or drinks next time you’re in town. Hit us up if you want. No obligation otherwise, we’re just putting it out there.”

He punctuated it with a winky face and 2 different phone numbers in 2 different hand scripts, signed Stephen and Adelaide.

... Oh.

At first, you don’t know what to say, flattered as you are by the attention. You have to admit that they are pleasant people and you’d like to get to know them better, but… part of you feels like that would end up becoming a slippery slope with Murdock waiting for them at the bottom.

Your Killer is always testy when it comes to you and new people. He doesn’t stifle your social interactions in the slightest, but he always has to vet people before he’s willing to leave you alone with them. He has enemies, enemies who would target you if they knew about your connection. One of your old friends trying to reconnect with you turned out to be a problem in that vein, so you’ve learned to leave well enough alone.

It’s not the healthiest way to deal with things, but when did he ever claim to be a healthy individual?

The soft jingling of the doorbell alerts you and everyone else in the shop of a new customer. You don’t look up immediately, still scrutinizing the paper in your hand and taking a bite from the muffin. If you had, you’d understand why the shop quiets down slightly and why Stephen’s usual bubbly greeting falls a bit flat.

“Uh, welcome, sir, what can I get you-” Stephen inquires, soft and a bit awkward.

“I have an online order.”

You freeze, that familiar voice cutting through your awareness like a knife.

“Ah- what’s, the name?” The poor barista sounds more panicked by the second. You feel so bad-

“Kuller.”

Slowly looking up, you see that familiar black peacoat from the back, those gloved hands flexing subtly at his sides. Murdock turns his head just enough to acknowledge you with a rendition of your smile bordering on dangerous. “Hi, Sweetheart.”

“... Hi, Murdock.”

He’s followed you again. That much is obvious. It’s not something he does often anymore that you know about, now that you’re on the same page with each other. He only follows you or reveals that he’s around when something happens that he doesn’t like. It can be anything from you being targeted to the police getting too close, or an extroverted barista trying to make… friends.

The Killer carries tension in his body that you can’t tell if it’s from a new threat against you or the fact that the baristas were flirting with you. Stephen can feel it because he rushes behind the counter faster than you’ve seen him move all day.

Once Murdock has his drink, he tips the same amount of money you placed into the jar before making a b-line to you and sliding into the booth across from you. You smile at him, but the way he looks at you over his glasses tells you that it’s not just the barista he’s here about.

“If you wanted to come with me, babe, you could have asked,” you begin softly, sliding your hand across the table and lightly squeezing his. Much to your easing nerves, he doesn’t pull away, your smile easing back on his lips as he squeezes in turn. There’s a warmth in his eyes that he doesn’t have often outside of the house.

He hums softly and takes a sip of his drink, smiling knowingly at you over the cup. “I know, my sweet girl, but I had business to take care of, a few loose ends to tie up with my last project.” You really don’t know how much he relishes the way your eyes widen when he discusses this so casually in public. “You know how work is, always so demanding.”

You tilt your head to the side in consideration, taking a bite of your muffin again. The action brings his attention to the note beside you, and you feel his grip tighten subtly. They’re not a threat to him, but you can see why he’d consider it to be such.

Maybe now would be a good time to show your hand again. Unfortunately, Stephen steps back around the counter and approaches you again, only hesitating for a second when Murdock glares at him from over his glasses. You’re impressed.

The barista places a receipt on the table, along with a muffin from the wonky batch. “You forgot your receipt, sir, and we have free muffins on the house today.” Even you catch that slight waver in his voice, and you notice the way your Killer’s gaze sharpens as it passes between the offered items and Stephen’s face.

Finally, Murdock breaks the staredown that feels a lot longer than it was, pocketing the receipt and offering the muffin to you. You decline politely. He only does that when he doesn’t consider the person in question worth his time. That’s good, at least.

When Stephen returns to the counter again, you decide that maybe now would be a good time to show your hand again. “Well, I mean… we could always go on that vacation you brought up a few months ago; tour the coast once the weather decides to mellow out?”

That gets his attention back to you, brows lifting above the rim of his glasses in mild surprise. You savor that look as you draw his hand closer to you and lightly bump one of his boots with your foot; you don’t get to surprise him often. He looks cute like this.

“Really?” He sounds surprised, almost excited, and that flutter in your chest rebounds hard. Fuck.

“Of course,” you continue after drinking the last of your cocoa, “I’ll have to request off for work, but it’s been a few years since I took a proper vacation. Why not with you?"

There’s your smile again, that warmth spreading to his eyes as he softens visibly. You feel heat spreading across your cheeks, gently squeezing his hand once more.

You sit together for a few more minutes in silence before you crumple the now empty muffin wrapper, tossing it into your cup and moving to stand. “Do you want to help me finish shopping, now that you’re here?”

Murdock gets up wordlessly, hand still entwined with yours. He might, he might not. It’s always up in the air with him sometimes. The Killer finishes his drink and tosses the cup into the trash along with your own as you both head towards the door.

You pick up the note as an afterthought, tucking it into your pocket and waving to Stephen and Adelaide as you leave. Friends can happen. You don’t think you want anything else with them, however.

For their sakes. It’s not just Murdock they’d have to deal with.

The walk back to your car is rather easy. Rather quiet. You’d honestly expected him to act a bit weirder in the coffee shop- more casually threatening than he was. Murdock is a bit too possessive for his own good, but in many ways, you can’t blame him.

You truly don’t understand that you are one of the only good things the Killer has- he’s ever had. He’s not keen on losing that, and you don’t realize what lengths he’ll go to keep it that way.

“So…”, you prompt quietly, walking just behind Murdock, “... is there a reason you followed me this time?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, head turned to scan the other side of the street. “The Widowmaker showed her face again last night, gutted some moron in Harrisburg. I’m covering my bases.”

Oh. You remember her; she likes to target married men, and Murdock took one of her kills a few years ago. He seems to do that a lot. It’s not a surprise that he’s here, then.

Still, you can’t help but think back to the look he gave Stephen, the look he gave the note. Sure, he’s always been handsy in public when dealing with ‘intrusions on his territory’, as he snarled it into your neck one night, but… that felt different.

That seemed like he felt legitimately threatened.

“You know…” you begin carefully when you are out of earshot to the other passerby, softly, only continuing when he turns his head slightly in your direction, “... that I’d only take them up on their offer after you vetted them, right? Even then, it’d only be platonic. They’re not you. God, they’re not you.”

Murdock stops walking altogether, expression painfully neutral. You don’t realize he’s stopped walking until you’re a few steps ahead, so you turn back to face him. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking right now, as you can’t see his eyes for the shadow of the parking garage beside you tinting his shades black.

You step forward cautiously, uncertain, very much the wary prey hovering around the beast. It’s only that slight shift of his head that signals you still have his attention when you gently wrap your hands around his forearm, very much in his space. “This is an entirely different situation than my friends were, Killer. I trust your judgment, here.”

Vulnerability.

He’d never hurt you, you know that, but this is you making a point. This proximity will always be your staying point. “Hell, I’d never doubt it. I have no reason to.”

Your voice softens even further while you gently press your hand to his chest, leaning against him now. “I trust you more than anyone else, Murdock. I don’t need anyone else.”

For a beat, he doesn’t react, and you worry if you’ve said something you shouldn’t have. Then, the man snarls a sharp ‘Fuck.’ into the autumn air and you are suddenly moving into the parking garage-

You both have rounded the corner by the time your mind catches up with you; Murdock has backed you into a secluded hall, pressed into the wall, and trapped there by his body. A thigh pressed between your legs stops you from moving while your hands are pinned above your head, clasped in his larger one. It doesn’t take much on his end to press that thigh higher, right into your core.

Oh.

“Murdock, what-” His mouth silences you, easily kissing away your protests and dragging you into a heady haze with deep sweeps of his tongue. You sag into his body, whining softly into the kiss when his free hand grips your hip and encourages you to set a pace against the thigh he’s pressing into your center. It isn’t even an afterthought with how quickly you oblige him.

Shit. Well. You didn’t expect this response.

“God, you sweet, pliant little creature," the Killer breathes against your mouth when he pulls away, lightly tugging at your lower lip with his teeth, “You truly have no fucking idea what you do to me." He shudders, grip tightening on you. "You really do belong to me, don't you, Sweetheart?”

You press further into him, eagerly grinding against his thigh and mewling softly. It’s ridiculous how quickly he can get you to comply, to drop in situations like this. If you weren’t so into his possessiveness, you’d feel a bit more concerned about getting caught.

“Those little worms wanted you- wanted what’s fucking mine-”, he continues to snarl into your skin now, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. You can’t help but sigh and drop your head to the side and give him the access he needs. The man rewards you by sucking harshly at the junction of your neck and shoulder, seeking to leave a deep purple mark there.

Murdock releases your wrists and you let your arms fall on his shoulders, fingers sinking into the soft, black locks obscuring his face. It takes you a bit too long to realize that the distinct lack of hands on you would translate to warm, calloused hands sliding up under your shirt- shit-

The breathy little sound you make for him, muscles jumping under those fingers, is more than enough for him to escalate the situation. You whine when he moves his thigh back, but it turns into a startled yip when your feet leave the ground, legs hooking around his hips on reflex. That just presses his erection right up against your cunt through the flimsy fabric of your pants and fuck, he’s throbbing.

“Sir-” you’re already unabashedly grinding against his crotch before he’s even settled against you and the Killer swears, taking hold of your hips and rocking back into you with double the fervor. It’s more than his thigh, better than his thigh, delicious friction from both his jeans and that thickness pressed just right- God, it’s perfect.

It is, at least, until you hear the honk of a distant car horn and are dragged back to reality, pace stuttering. Shit. Fuck. “Murdock- wait-” He doesn’t stop when you slow down, working you against his cock as he chases his high. “- We’re in public- we can’t-”

“Shh, sweetheart, we’re gonna do this right here.” He doesn’t even bother slowing down as he pulls back to look at you, glasses askew on his nose. His eyes are visible in the artificial light, and his pupils are so blown out that you can barely see his irises.

Oh-

“Sir doesn’t give a damn right now,” he snarls, leaning in to bury his face into your neck again and work on another mark. “He needs this, and so do you. Shouldn’t have said what you did if you didn’t want to risk it here.”

A moan escapes you when his lips cover a certain sensitive spot below your ear, biting down lightly while he presses you further into the wall. Friction and chasing that edge outweighs anything else right now, that coil starting to build in your gut. The unforgiving concrete and drag of his cock truly have you trapped between a rock and a hard place.

Murdock notices familiar wetness starting to soak into his pants, pausing just long enough to press his fingers in between where you’re pressed so intimately together. He groans into your skin. “You’re soaked, lewd little thing. Does this turn you on that badly?”

Indignant little noises are his answer at first, but he uses the opportunity to press his thumb into your clit and rub in rapid little circles to keep you off balance. “Or is it because you know only I can make you feel this way?”

You warble, tugging at his hair with one hand while the other remains anchored to his shoulder to ground yourself. Your legs quake, trying to get that friction back that you need. Damn it, why won’t he just fuck you already-

“That’s it, isn’t it?” His tone is so sure, so knowing that it momentarily cuts through your needy haze. He’s looking at you again, that possessive hunger you know so well clear on his face. “You know. You know who you belong to.”

Something clicks in your mind; some submissive mindset hitting you hard as you drop even further than before. You nod meekly, fingers curling into his hair again as you press your forehead to his own. “I belong to Sir. I always have.”

That fucking gets him. It gets him harder than it ever should.

Your teeth click together with how hard he kisses you, practically devouring your mouth, shoving his tongue so deep within it’s like he’s trying to steal your breath away. Helpless little whines escape you and he swallows every single one, practically fucking you into the wall. There will be bruises on your hips by morning.

“No one can give you this-” he’s growling against your lips now, rutting faster, rougher, using you to get himself off as much as he’s trying to force you to cum. The angle he has is hitting your clit perfectly, and you’re trying not to cry from how fucking good it feels. “No one can fuck you like Sir can, fill you up like he does, give you what you need-”

You’re too turned on chasing that high to argue because technically he isn’t filling you right now, too focused on that coil getting tighter, those electric jolts racing up your spine getting worse and worse. Your hips follow his of their own will, dragged higher and higher, cunt clenching around nothing as you realize just how close you truly are now.

You’re going to cum, but you're not full of him right now. You make a peculiar little sound as you teeter, pawing at him to get his attention as that sound gets strangled. No- Wait- You want him to cum inside you-

“Murdock- Sir- notyet- pleaseIneedyour-” You lose your ability to speak, tugging at his hair to try and get your point across. He doesn’t waver, biting your earlobe lightly. Frustration at the situation builds up and you find yourself trying to fight your orgasm.

He growls and pushes harder, adjusting himself to grind at that delicious angle against the whole of your cunt. It’s too much and not enough, all at once. “Shhhh, you’re gonna– mmm, fuck– you’re gonna cum, pretty little thing, don’t you dare fight it. You’re gonna cum and you’re gonna make a fucking mess in those pretty little panties for me.”

His choice of words and tone just pull you further, gripping anywhere you can for some kind of anchor- but he even denies you that, pinning your arms above your head again and leaving you at the mercy of this maddening, delicious friction.

“Go ahead and fucking soak Sir’s cock, Sweetheart. Show him who you belong to.”

The broken little sound that drags itself out of you quickly cascades into a cry when that coil finally snaps, barely muffled by Murdock's hand over your mouth. Your stomach drops, eyes squeezing shut as your body curls in on itself, legs squeezing his hips as waves of heady pleasure roil through you. The feeling of being so painfully empty is almost an insult to you, walls clenching achingly around nothing.

Your Killer doesn’t slow down at all, pinning your hips to the wall and chasing his own high, quickly overstimulating you into a sobbing mess.

“Goddamn it, that’s it, that’s right- just for me, only for me. Shit-” Murdock quickly bites down on your shoulder and groans, using you to muffle the sound of him falling apart. You’re so sensitive at this point that the change in friction is a balm, but the quickly spreading wet warmth pressed against your core makes you cry out for a different reason; that’s yours- that’s your cum, your reward, it’s supposed to be inside you-

Murdock finally stills his hips, twitching from oversensitivity himself, pressing his crotch firmly against your own as he comes down from his high while panting into your neck. The squish you hear is enough to make you flush horribly, half aware of everything around you. You mewl weakly when he grinds once, squirming, head lulled forward on his shoulder. The sting from his bite is already starting to set in; you have the passing hope that he didn’t break the skin.

Your feet finally touch the ground around a minute later, but he does not let you go immediately. There’s no way you could stand up on your own right now, anyway.

The sudden presence of a warm hand delving into your underwear shocks you out of your afterglow torpor and you look up at him in confusion, whining softly. “Murdock-”

He only grins, fingers sliding through your wet folds, making you choke and hide your face in mortification. “Sir told you that you’d make a mess for him, but he didn’t expect this. I didn’t think you’d ever squirt from grinding, sweet thing.”

“Sh-Shut up, Murdock-” you stutter helplessly as he sinks a finger inside you, eased along by the wetness he’d earned from you. The man kisses the crown of your head while collecting that slick and drawing his hand back out.

He only laughs. You’ll never get used to the predatory look he gets when he sees your fluids covering his hand. “So messy, pretty thing. Messy, and owned, as it should be.”

Your glower at him, half-tempted to just walk to the car yourself. You wouldn’t make it very far as it stands, though. “S-Shut up, oh my f-fucking god-“

He starts cleaning your mess off his hand, sucking noisily. All you can do is watch, trapped against the wall, making indignant little sounds and pouting because you didn’t get bred. All that cum, wasted in his boxers-

He notices your pouting and tilts your head up with that same hand, the faint wetness clinging to your chin. “You think I’m done today, Sweetheart? Oh no. There’s plenty to come for my perfect little Siren.”

Oh.

#murder bastard 🗡#murdock x reader #my writing #sucktember2022 #ego sucktember #tw stalking #tw obsessive behavior #problematic man don't take me by the hand #i am not sorry #welcome to my deep grey matter brainrot #afab!reader #murderplier x reader

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flower-biter · 24 days

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1-7 April 2024

Boop-pocalypse! 'twas a lot of fun, even if I did wind up blocking someone over it.

Requested a booking at an NYC tattoo artist I’ve had my eye on for a while! Fingers crossed they’ll accept my request during my visit dates (and that I won’t be a baby when I sit for it, it’ll be my biggest piece yet)

Still haven't really read anything. My brain just says No. <3 right now.

Even costar’s ai word salad bot thing is aware of how ferociously lonely and horny I’ve been lately. Sigh.

Trivia night again; we did poorly but still had fun. Cute bartender had a strong southern accent and she kept calling me “baby” and “darlin’” which had me grinning like an idiot.

How did my friend not tell me he is a literal doctor?? Why did it come up in a conversation where he confessed to having to google what’s in honey mustard?? (I’m never letting him live that down. It’s like the time I went to a bar and asked for a gin & tonic and the bartender said “oh I’ve never heard of that, what’s in it” and I like. Bluescreened. Sir I don't know how to explain this one without sounding really rude but. Say it again, slowly ????)

Office drama has my manager whom I really like getting moved to a different building; however, a new position is opening up that I think I might apply for. I’m mostly qualified and a bit scared but think I can (and probably should) do it. And the company is prioritizing hiring internally so I think I have a decent chance.

Saturday was gorgeous and I got to spend most of the day outside. Mum and I took a walk along a rail trail to our favorite coffee shop to get breakfast, then enjoyed a sunny, birdsong-filled stroll before we went and poked around a local antiques mall.

My friend invited me to her ultrasound and I got to see her twins moving around and hear their heartbeats, which was wild!Afterward her parents took us out to celebrate. We’re doing the gender(s) reveal party Sunday and I’m the designated keeper of the knowledge! I get to find out first thing and then get supplies for the party (Will report back). Nobody is allowed to bet on the genders because according to my friend, “if anyone in the family bets wrong they’ll remember, and if one of the kids turns out to be trans they’ll insist they were right all along and demand their betting prize with interest and adjustment for inflation, and we just don’t need that kind of drama.”

Update: I went over this morning and she logged me into her patient portal and I got to be the first to see that the twins are a healthy girl and boy! I threw them a little gender reveal party (which felt really funny to shop for because what’s the surprise? You get both??) and they’re so excited, it’s adorable. I’m so so happy for my friend and to get to be part of this phase of her life.

Reminded each day just how much I love love love spring. It’s so beautiful right now: cool and sunny, birds singing, flowers in bloom, windows open, not too hot. Feels like maybe everything will be okay.

This week:

last week

#i may edit this one a bit later it's a bit of a brain dump #catalog of little joys

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emeryvell · 9 months

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Bubbles & Sweets

gif by brielarsonist

Carol Danvers x gn character

tags: fluff

Summary: A drabble in which once lived a couple and I don't really know

word count: 804

the beginning looked cute in my head, then it went everywhere and then straight downhill

note: this is my first time writing a gn character so if you find any errors please let me know

In the tiny suburban house in the city of New Orleans lived a couple. It was not your usual couple, you see, one of them was a mighty superhero, one of the greatest and the so-called 'Prodigal Child of the Milky Way', quite a lengthy nickname if you ask me. That's why she is only known as Bubbles to her loving Sweets.

‘’You’re more like Blossom to be fair, but the hair is giving Bubbles, babe,’’ Sweets looked up from their phone at Carol with a smile, ‘’or would you go ginger for me?’’

‘’I would do anything for you, I would fly with you to the edge of the universe and then further but baby, there are limits I will not cross even for you, and dying my hair is one of them,’’ Carol looked down at her lap where the head of her lover rested, her eyes went instantly to the phone screen. ‘’You can call me however you see fit, now please, watch the movie.’’ With Carol’s hand caressing their head, Sweets locked their phone and turned their gaze to the TV to continue watching Pride & Prejudice for the fourth time that week.

Sweets' profession was a bit different, still difficult and nerve-wracking though, they were a baker. Up from dawn until dusk, Sweets got sick of working under a pushy boss, they resigned and opened a small corner shop with baked goods of all kinds. Bubbly Bloom, named in the honor of Sweets' girl, was a center of attention not only for local people. People from all different places came to shop, not only for the mouthwatering display filled with various baked goods one would die for, people also came because of one interesting addition to the team, who came to help in the bakery a few times a week, as long as her duties allowed.

‘’It’s only for today Bubbles, I swear! You know I would never ask you to do this if I could find another substitute in such a short notice.’’ Sweets had been persuading Carol for a good 15 minutes to help them in the bakery for a couple of hours. The morning rush of customers is always the worst, and without one employee, everything can turn into a nightmare. ‘’In the morning, everyone only orders coffee or tea and a croissant, it will be a breeze for you. I can even get you a wig so you don't attract too much attention, I have this short black one for when I-’’ Sweets was out of breath by the time they were interrupted.

‘’But only this time, okay? And I will not take the wig, thank you, just give me a beanie or something,’’ Sweets was on her in an instant kissing her face all over and hugging her frame muttering thank you’s. Carol smiled and rushed them both to the bakery, Sweets still has to teach her how to pack orders and make coffee in their bakery-owned coffee machine.

Together, they led a happy and peaceful life. Scratch that. They were busy.

Carol was gone saving the universe most of the time. She would come home for a few weeks only to be gone for months. Sweets was stressed. Between Bubbles’ long missions and the bakery, their nerves were stretched thin, and stress levels were nearing all-time highs. But they managed, both did. Isn’t that what life’s about. The persevering love between two people will conquer anything.

‘’Let’s make a promise,’’ Sweets and Bubbles were sitting behind the kitchen table after eating a filling dinner, bellies and wine glasses full, they were content.

‘’What promise?’’ Bubbles asked with curiosity. She sat leaning on the back of a chair, her legs crossed, in her hand holding a glass of wine as red as rubies.

‘’When we miss each other, we come to each other,’’ Sweets took a sip of their red wine and continued, ‘’I miss you constantly, so either you take a looong break or I come with you whenever I feel like the distance between us is increasing.’’

‘’What about your shop?’’ Carol’s eyes were scanning each feature on Sweets’ face and while looking into their determined eyes, she couldn’t feel more in love.

‘’It can wait.’’

‘’What about your loyal customers?’’

‘’They can wait.’’

‘’So it’s either I take a break or you take a break, basically, it’s a win for you.’’

‘’Bingo, bub.’’ Sweets’ finger guns brought smiles to both their faces and they fell into a giggling mess after their third glass of wine.

‘’The universe can be dangerous,’’ Carol’s lips brushed inches away from Sweets’ face. They were both lying on the couch, huddled together so tightly as if they were one.

‘’You’d protect me,’’ they whispered back and broke the distance between them, uniting their lips in a sweet kiss.

#carol danvers #carol danvers drabble #captain marvel #mcu #carol danvers x gn character #carol danvers x gn reader #the marvels #fluff #brie looks SO good in this gif

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slowroadtosantiago · 1 year

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Day 15 - Villafranca to Atapuerco

It was a strange old night and neither of us slept well. My bed was at a bit of an angle that sloped down the side I got out. There was a chap on the top bunk who left his rucksack by the side of his steps, the opposite side, which would also be the side I faced when sleeping. On the face of it everything would be OK, except that the clothes in his rucksack desperately needed washing! So I either got a face full of BO or slid off the side of the bed!

Anyway, on to today…11.2 miles covered. We were up with everyone about 6:45 but decided to stop behind to have a coffee before setting off about 7:45. We knew the first part of the day would be a climb and that it would be about 7 miles before the first village. Everyone was going on about the steepness of it so we had our bags taken ahead. In the end it turned out no worse than going up the Caerphilly ridgeway.

The path passed through deciduous forest which turned into a pine forest. The morning bird chatter assaulted us again and we could hear cuckoos too.

At one point we passed a memorial to people killed in the Spanish civil war, and admired the heather in full flower.

After about 4 miles we came across a very bizarre sight that made us smile. There was this lovely friendly chap wearing an Irish rugby shirt selling snacks and drinks. He was playing bossa nova versions of well known songs from his car and had painted tree stumps, benches, and had made painted totem poles. I inadvertently sat on a newly painted bench and now have blue paint on my backside!

We carried on to the end of the forest, and Jane was very happy to be approaching San Juan de Ortega and the promise of coffee which we drank overlooking the church and monastery.

The next part of the walk was through deciduous woods but it looked like the trees had died.

When we emerged from the wood the whole landscape had changed. The mountains and hills have receded into the background and we were accompanied by the sound of cicadas in the verges.

We passed through Ages, a really cute place, and after a contemplative rest arrived at Atapuerca just after 12:30.

I think we were the first into the hostel. I know I keep using the term, but it really is quirky! We had our choice of beds which in our part are all big wooden structures with little curtains across like a cabin. Inside we’ve individual lights and USB charging ports.

After claiming our spots we went in search of food. The bar we came across didn’t really do what we wanted but found a typically local restaurant which did a ‘menu del día’ for 14 euros. We didn’t quite translate the first course correctly but the next two courses plus glasses of wine went down very well.

The hostel had started to fill up so I had a shower and Jane a nap. We then planned our walking days after Burgos and have nearly booked accommodation for the first 4 nights. May 1st is a public holiday in Spain and we’d heard stories about places being shut.

Once the local shop opened at 5, we got some bits to make a roll for tea then went up to see if the church was open. It wasn’t but the views behind it were lovely so just sat for a while.

Tuna and tomato baguettes now eaten, we’re now sat outside chilling and chatting to Scott and his daughter Shannon from Colorado. The sun has gone behind the hostel now so it’ll soon be time to retire to our pods.

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peronasghosts · 1 year

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my nevermoor big bang fic!! @nevermoorcentral i partnered with @head-of-clouds fic is under the read more, or at the ao3 link (i hope) it's a vampire/roommate alternate universe

so let’s raise a cup (cause i found someone to carry me home)

Cadence scowls. “We are not putting up a flier on the local coffeeshop’s bulletin board for a new roommate. We’d get so many weirdos.” She’s sitting in her spinny office chair, which makes it harder for her to be properly grumpy, but she manages it regardless. They’re in their makeshift office corner of the living room trying to budget for December, but due to inflation rent’s risen to horrible heights.

Cadence and Hawthorne work at the vampire minimum wage jobs. Cadence and Hawthorne don’t get paid enough at Stabbucks and VampireWorld respectively for this.

Hawthorne spins around in his office chair, knocking a stack of paper off the desk. “Cadence, we’re weirdos. Besides, we need the money for rent.”

“Who looks for roommates on a neighborhood coffee shop bulletin board? Besides, I’m pretty sure we both have some money saved up,” Cadence says.

“Someone cool might. Someone with money for rent so we don’t end up on the streets.” Hawthorne’s stopped spinning and now is staring at her intensely. He does that when he’s serious and is trying to look smart. Cadence rolls her eyes.

“We’re vampires. We can’t exactly hide that if a human’s living with us. I have enough trouble with Dearborn next door.” They’d only survived living here for two decades because of their stash of costumes and their friend Arch’s makeup skills.

A terrifying glint appears in Hawthorne’s eye. “What if we get another vampire to live with us? That’d be wonderful, right?”

“And we’re going to find one at Proudfoot Coffeehouse?” Cadence asks skeptically. The regulars of Proudfoot Coffee are thoroughly normal college students desperate for anything to get them through the day, not vampires.

“And we’re going to find one at Proudfoot Coffeehouse! Don’t worry, I have a plan,” Hawthorne says. It’s the scariest thing Cadence has heard him say, and she’s seen Hawthorne kill people.

“If you don’t, you’re pet sitting the entire week for Dearborn.” Cadence hopes that this is significant enough punishment for Hawthorne to put real effort into this. Hawthorne with a half-baked plan does things like getting stuck trying to give blood because he didn’t want to be suspicious.

“I would’ve given blood if I were human,” he’d said.

“Deal.” They would’ve made it a blood pact, but vampires don’t have enough of the stuff laying around, so they just shake on it.

Cadence almost forgets about the deal. She definitely would’ve written it off as one of Hawthorne’s harebrained schemes that she would make sure bites him in the ass, if not for the fact that Hawthorne goes to Proudfoot Coffee every day for the next week.

On Friday, after six days of this, she finally asks him why he’s going to a human coffeeshop every morning before dawn when a) vampires need no extra energy to get through the day, as vampires are nocturnal, b) vampires can’t eat human food, so even if Hawthorne needed the caffeine, he couldn’t drink the coffee.

“I’m getting inspiration! How better to learn what will appeal to any potential vampires but absolutely no humans than to immerse myself!” is what he says. Cadence responds with a single raised eyebrow. “OK, that was why I went the first day, but…” he trails off, rubbing his neck.

“What happened?” Cadence asks.

“There might’ve been a cute boy with the opening shift.” Hawthorne even blushes at this. This is the twelfth time since Cadence’s known him that Hawthorne has gotten a crush on a human, and it never ends well.

“Hawthorne.”

“I know, I know! But I did take notes, and I think I’ll be able to get us a vampire roommate!” Hawthorne pulls his notebook out of his bag. He’d just returned from Proudfoot Coffee. The pages are covered in Hawthorne’s characteristic scrawls and half finished doodles of the same boy.

“Sure. Just, I know Dearborn’s going on a work trip soon, and I’d really hate for her to have to ask everyone in the building if they can pet sit for her again.” Last time Dearborn had to go on a trip for her job that she swore dealt with classified government missions, she’d pestered all of the apartment residents until poor Rook stepped in. Dearborn’s cats were menaces, and no one wanted to talk about the rabbits. Or the fish, which were notoriously easy to kill.

“You’re going to eat your words!”

Hawthorne creates a flier. It reads: Hello!! Are you looking for a roommate right now? There’s an opening with us!! Looking for someone willing to pay $500 a month in rent!! Have a love of the nocturnal lifestyle and the gothic!! Do you like bats? We love them!! Also, we’re close to the main line!! Apartment is within a few blocks of Proudfoot Coffee!! Call 869-243-6721 for more info Cadence takes one look at it and says, “I would never call you.”

“Well, it’s not like we need another Cadence,” Hawthorne says.

“We don’t need someone who will drive stakes through our hearts either. Besides, I think all we’re going to get are desperate college students.”

“Some of those desperate college students might be vampires! And, they’ll come to us because we are obviously vampires!” Hawthorne argues.

Cadence considers this. Judging by the college students she’s talked to, that’s not too improbable. “I suppose it’s worth a try, despite this flier also attracting vampire hunters.”

Hawthorne pumps his fist. “I knew you’d say that!”

“I am only saying that to humor you. You’re like an annoying little brother,” Cadence says, fighting a smile. Hawthorne could be unfortunately endearing.

“Yeah, but I’m your annoying brother. Also, I’m about thirty years older than you, jerk.”

“Semantics.”

When Hawthorne gets a text from someone saying they’re interested, he races into the kitchen and sweeps Cadence off her feet without warning. Cadence, who was watering their rather wretched houseplant, slips on the spilled water when she lands. She gets back up with a scowl.

“Don’t look so glum, we're going to meet our new roommate in two days!” Hawthorne says. He seems to think that this is a reason for celebration.

“I was holding a watering can,” Cadence says, venomous. “What’s their name?”

“Morrigan Crow,” Hawthorne says, after checking his phone. The case was sparkly and blue, with a pop socket that had Toothless on it. It was their only phone, because they’d disconnected the landlines in a fit of paranoia a decade ago and Cadence refused to get one.

Cadence snorts. “Are you sure this isn’t some weirdo pretending to be a vampire?” The name Morrigan Crow is almost trying too hard.

“It’s worth a try!”

“Fine. But if I don’t like her, she’s out of the running.”

Hawthorne looks slightly constipated, but he nods. “We’re meeting her at Proudfoot Coffee at seven pm the day after next.”

“You’re paying,” Cadence says. This doesn’t really mean anything, since functionally their money is shared and neither of them will drink the coffee, but it’s the principle of the matter. -

Morrigan Crow turns out to be a short goth girl with wavy black hair and skin so pale she looks dead. Cadence’s first thought is that she’s insecure about something. She’s trying to hide it, trying not to fidget too much or be too tense in her shoulders and eyes, but Cadence catalogs the quick tapping of her foot, the darting of her eyes interspersed with periods of intense staring, and comes to the conclusion fast enough.

Hawthorne makes a beeline for her table and sits down before ordering anything. He waits for a moment; sees if Morrigan wants to talk first.

He starts rambling before the silence stretches on too long. “I’m so glad you texted me! My friend Cadence and I have a bit of a money problem right now, and getting a roommate that pays a third of the rent would be really helpful. You’ll have your own bedroom, but there’s only one bathroom. Neither of us take too long, so you’ll probably be fine unless you take hours to get ready. Anyway, this is just for if you have any questions and to get to know you to see if you’ll be a good fit,” Hawthorne finishes, taking in a deep breath.

Morrigan leans back, looking like a deer in headlights. “Uh. Alright. I’m Morrigan Crow, and I’m looking for a place to stay. I had to move out of my family’s house on a bit of a short notice.”

Morrigan stares at them, searchingly, when she says that. It puzzles Cadence, before she registers what Morrigan’s last name means. Crow. Morrigan’s a Crow, probably related to the mayor of a nearby city. Cadence knows him only from his homophobic policies. Did Morrigan just ‘have to move out’, or was she kicked out?

“That must’ve sucked,” Hawthorne says. He turns to Cadence, cocking his head towards Morrigan. Cadence nods. “Cadence here moved out because her parents didn’t like that she was gay.”

Morrigan startles at that. “So, you two aren’t…”

Cadence snorts. “I would never date Hawthorne.”

“Also, I’m gay too,” Hawthorne says brightly, shooting Cadence a glare. Cadence rolls her eyes. “Anyway! What’s your schedule? Cadence and I are both pretty nocturnal.”

Morrigan shifts around in her seat. “I think I am too.”

“Great! That’s our main potential dealbreaker, since I’m a light sleeper.” Hawthorne leans back in his chair, tipping it back. “What else should Morrigan know?” he asks Cadence.

“We don’t eat together, there’s a chore list, and common areas are kept clean and tidy. Also, give us a warning for visitors,” Cadence says. “Someone buys groceries at the beginning of each week. Do you have any dietary restrictions?” Cadence and Hawthorne take turns gathering blood from unsuspecting frat boys because both of them hate going to frat parties but would rather get blood from them than anyone else.

“I can’t eat garlic.”

“Good to know!” Hawthorne says, looking at Cadence as if to say I knew she was a vampire. Cadence ignores him. “So, do you want to see the place?”

“Can I see pictures? I have to go somewhere soon.”

“Yeah, let me pull some up.” Hawthorne had taken pictures of their apartment before they left that specifically showed the more vampire-like aesthetics, such as the many bottles of a red liquid that were on display in the kitchen because Hawthorne forgot to drink enough blood otherwise. “What do you think?” Hawthorne says, grinning like a dork.

“It looks…good.”

“Nice! So, Cadence and I will get back to you within a day or two about if you can live with us, if you still want to,” Hawthorne says.

“I do,” Morrigan says quietly. Cadence smiles, slightly, at that.

The moment she and Hawthorne get back to their apartment, Hawthorne barrages her with questions. “Did you like her? I thought she was great. I mean, she’s clearly a vampire you can’t argue with me on that, and I thought she seemed pretty nice! Not like some of the vampires out there.”

“Can you ever shut up?” Cadence says. Hawthorne puts a hand to his chest dramatically. “I did like her, though.”

“Enough to give her a shot? She probably really needs a place to stay; maybe she wouldn’t care that we’re vampires if she’s human.”

“I guess it’s worth a shot.”

Cadence can’t stop going back to how Morrigan described her situation. It reminded her too much of what things were like for her when she first was on her own, before she met Hawthorne. Living on the streets as any black lesbian in the 1950s, let alone a black vampire lesbian. From Hawthorne’s knowing look, the connection she made was probably obvious to him.

“You guess. Would it kill you to be optimistic?”

Cadence rolls her eyes, and lightly punches him. Not much could kill her anymore, but that doesn't mean she doesn't worry.

Morrigan moves in on a Tuesday night. It’s raining outside, and the fall weather is getting colder. She knocks on the door once. It’s a sharp, loud knock. Cadence is reading in the main room, near the door, but doesn’t get up to answer the door. Hawthorne slides from their now-shared room in his mismatched Spongebob socks to open it instead, rolling his eyes at Cadence. Cadence shrugs.

Morrigan stands in the hallway outside their apartment with one black suitcase and a black umbrella still open over her head like she’s never heard of the bad luck it brings. Or maybe she simply doesn’t care.

“You’re here!” Hawthorne exclaims. He spreads his arms out wide, like he’s expecting to be able to hug Morrigan. Stiffly, Morrigan accepts the hug. “Here, let me take this.” He wheels the suitcase inside, and Morrigan follows.

Hawthorne gives Morrigan a tour around the apartment, despite it being only four tiny rooms. Cadence can hear everything that he says, and shoots in a comment when she thinks it’s necessary. Morrigan laughs at some of them, quietly, like she’s not sure she can, and Cadence counts it as a victory.

She and Hawthorne aren’t exactly sure how to make sure Morrigan knows that they’re vampires too, so Hawthorne just leads her pointedly by the coffins in the bedroom and the jars of blood in the kitchen. Morrigan flinches at the sight of the coffins, and looks curiously at the blood jars.

It’s around 7:30 pm, so it’s not surprising when Morrigan asks if they’ve eaten yet. Cadence just woke up, so she’s not had her breakfast, and neither of them eat dinner at this time. Hawthorne glances at Cadence awkwardly, and says, “Well, I’ve eaten, but Cadence had a late lunch so she’s going to eat later. I think we have some food around here if you want it?”

Morrigan bites her lip. “Not really. I got some food earlier.”

“Well, this is your apartment now too, so don’t be shy if you want food,” Hawthorne says lightly.

Morrigan nods, and says, “I think I’m going to go and unpack.”

“See you later!” Hawthorne says, brightly. Morrigan leaves the main room with a wave.

Hawthorne slumps onto the couch beside Cadence. “D’you think she knows we’re vampires? I made it as obvious as I could!”

“Maybe we were wrong, and she’s just really goth,” Cadence says. “Most people wouldn’t jump to the conclusion that their new roommates are vampires.”

“I hope not. I like her.”

“So do I.”

Over the next couple of days, Hawthorne and Cadence do all they can to tell Morrigan that they’re vampires without explicitly saying that they’re vampires. They watch Dracula every early morning. They sleep in coffins during the day. Hawthorne shows off his fangs.

Morrigan still seems to think that they’re both working night shifts and are just really, really weird. She says that Hawthorne’s teeth are cool, and asks him how he got them done. Hawthorne looks into the middle distance like he’s on the Office and says that Nan Dawson gave them to him. Morrigan nods politely.

Cadence once says that she can’t go out in the sunlight and Morrigan laughs and says she thought vampires sparkled like Edward Cullen. “No, they don’t,” Cadence responds.

“How do you know that?” Morrigan asks, smiling.

“Personal experience.”

Morrigan loses it laughing, but glances at the door like she’s calculating possible escapes. Cadence scowls as she catches Hawthorne’s eye. He’s laughing too, but it’s more because if they don’t find this funny they will both have existential crises.

How the hell does Morrigan not know that they’re vampires, and know that she’s one too?

When Cadence relays this crisis to her friend Lambeth, Lam stares into space for thirty seconds then says, quietly, “Have you considered that she isn’t actually a vampire? Some people are allergic to garlic and have nocturnal schedules and are normal humans.”

Cadence puts her head in her hands and groans. “Trust me, she’s a vampire.”

The evidence isn’t exactly hard to find. Morrigan sleeps in a coffin that she brought to their apartment when both Cadence and Hawthorne were out. She drinks “cherry juice” that looks suspiciously identical to the liquid in Cadence and Hawthorne’s blood jars. She gets burned one day on her face and says it was a cooking accident. Hawthorne buys groceries to keep up appearances and they all go untouched. She has two scars on her neck that look like bite marks, and remarks one day that she’s an ex-Catholic, but can’t go to church anymore.

Lam nods, once Cadence is done reciting her laundry list of evidence. “It does seem like she is a creature of the night as well. However, I do not think she knows that you two are like her.”

“How? The only way we could be more obvious would be if we outright told her!”

Lam gives Cadence a considering look. “Maybe she’s scared of what will happen if she believes you’re vampires and is wrong.”

After talking to Lam, Cadence starts noticing more of Morrigan’s peculiar behavior. Not the stuff that’s common with vampires, but other things. Subtler things, like the way Morrigan flinches when a door shuts too loudly, or how Morrigan hasn’t told them a single thing about her life before meeting them other than what she told them at Proudfoot Coffeeshop. Cadence notices, and she and Hawthorne start adjusting.

It doesn’t matter if they know what happened to Morrigan. They both just want her to stay, and be comfortable.

Then one day, Hawthorne brings home the latest copy of Vampire Monthly, a newsletter exclusive to vampires that only those that have passed four tests can receive. Cadence and Hawthorne both subscribe to it, but Elder Quinn won’t let them contribute yet. “You’re too young. How long has it been since you were turned? A century?”

When Hawthorne said that he’d been turned in 1922 by Nan Dawson so that they could both fly prototypes of planes without any danger and that Cadence had been turned in 1960 by Baz Charlton to be part of his vampiric secret society, she’d kicked them out of her office.

Hawthorne waves the winter issue in front of Cadence’s face. “Look it! Jupiter North wrote an article and it’s on the front page!”

Cadence shoves his arm back. “I can’t see it when it’s so close to my face!”

Morrigan slips out of her room as they begin to fight. “What happened?”

Hawthorne straightens, and Cadence takes a step back. “Vampire Monthly! You’ll like it for sure. Look, Jupiter North has an article. He’s great, been a vampire for five hundred years or so.”

But instead of showing the excitement both Hawthorne and Cadence had expected (she’s got to know we’re vampires now, Cadence thinks), Morrigan’s face goes even more pale when she sees the front page.

The headline reads, “Ezra Squall Promoted to Regent Elder Amid Iron Crisis.” Hawthorne looks down at it, puzzled, while Morrigan is trying to hide that she’s barely holding herself back from crying.

Cadence studies the two of them before saying, “Well. At least you know we’re vampires now.” It’s a halfhearted quip, one that they all know is simply to lighten the mood, but Cadence tries regardless.

She doesn’t know what else to say.

“I didn’t know there were so many of us,” Morrigan says, her voice quiet and fragile. “I thought I was the only one besides-the one who turned me.”

“Nope!” Hawthorne says, popping the p. His wide grin is forced, but Cadence appreciates him trying. “There’s thousands of us, all over the world! Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah. It’s-wonderful. Great,” Morrigan says distantly. She gulps. Opens her mouth, and closes it. Hawthorne and Cadence look at each other, Hawthorne tilting his head as if to say, what do you think we should do? Cadence shrugs. Hawthorne’s her first close friend, and she’s not made many since. “Ezra Squall turned me.”

Cadence blinks. Once, then twice. She rubs her eyes. “What the fuck?” she says, without thinking. Hawthorne isn’t faring much better. His jaw drops, and he’s staring at Morrigan with wide eyes.

“Sorry?” Morrigan says, hunching her back like she’s trying to hide herself.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Just-Ezra Squall’s been a vampire for millennia, and as far as I know he’s only turned about nine people. So, uh, this kind of a huge deal,” Cadence says. She holds her hands up in front of her. “Not anything bad, but-unexpected.”

She’d thought Morrigan had been turned by another young vampire, for company or as someone to mold in their image or as a protege like most vampires Cadence knew. Ezra Squall was more of a legend than a real vampire. Some new vampires even believed he didn’t really exist at all.

Cadence wasn’t that dumb, but there was something hard to believe about Ezra Squall. Most vampires his age were recluses, insane, or in an unending sleep. Ezra Squall was a Regent Elder.

“Thanks?” Morrigan says. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her black sweater. She looks like she wants to disappear into the floor. Cadence looks at Hawthorne, as if to say can you help me out here, and thankfully he finally speaks again.

“So, when you say you didn’t know there were vampires besides you and Squall, does that mean you didn’t notice us these past weeks?” Hawthorne asks.

Morrigan rolls her eyes. “Goth people exist, dumbass!”

Cadence likes her a lot. She’d like Morrigan ever more if she were a tiny bit more observant.

“So you didn’t realize that we were creatures of the night when you saw our jars of blood? Or from the coffins in our room? Or when-” Hawthorne says. Morrigan puts her hand over his mouth.

“Some people are really committed to the aesthetic.” She’s scowling, but Cadence thinks she’s recovered from whatever came over her before.

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” Cadence says. She flicks her gaze up and down Morrigan, who’s wearing a black sweater, black skirt with skulls on it, black leggings, and black Doc Martens.

“Shut up.”

Cadence jerks awake in the middle of the day. When she opens her coffin from the inside, he sees a bit of light peek through her curtains, and cringes away from where it shines on her bedroom floor. She gets up and carefully steps around it to the curtains, which she pulls shut. As Smokey the Bear would say, only you can prevent wildfires. She’s doing her part.

Cadence makes her way to the kitchen. Chugging blood always makes her sleepy. Cadence had trouble sleeping as a human, so she’s forever grateful for the benefits of drinking blood. The lights are all turned off, which isn’t a problem because of Cadence’s night vision, but it makes her jump in surprise when she spots Morrigan opening the door to the hallway.

Morrigan’s carrying her suitcase.

Cadence races to the door, sliding in her socks. “Morrigan?”

Morrigan turns to face her. Backlit by the flickering hallway ways, she looks terribly small. Cadence isn’t used to feeling old, not with the company she keeps, but she does now. “I’m sorry,” Morrigan says. It sounds like she means it, but she’s inching towards the door.

“Why are you leaving?” Cadence asks. Morrigan’s face twists. Her features look sharper than ever.

“I’m sorry. Really,” Morrigan says, and she shuts the door behind her. Cadence stares at the door for a moment, then she goes to the kitchen.

She’s going to drink a lot of blood.

Cadence wakes Hawthorne up at sunset. There was no point before, Cadence had convinced herself, because they couldn’t exactly go outside and look for Morrigan during the day. It definitely wasn’t because Cadence needed a couple of hours to get herself together.

Hawthorne seemed to know this. He didn’t press about what happened, just got dressed and started brainstorming where Morrigan could’ve gone. She didn’t tell them much about her past, so they had trouble guessing. Cadence hadn’t realized how much Morrigan didn’t tell them.

“This is hopeless. We’re never going to find her, if she’s even more than ashes,” Cadence says. Hawthorne’s pulled out a map of the city, and they’re trying to mark places Morrigan could be. They’ve nailed down three possibilities in an hour, but Morrigan’s probably not going to go somewhere they could find her.

She didn’t seem like she wanted to be found.

“No! She’s our friend, and we’re going to talk to her about this,” Hawthorne says, angrier than Cadence is used to. It’s in moments like these when Cadence remembers that her friend can be a badass if he wants to be. In her opinion, it doesn’t happen often, but Cadence is always begrudgingly impressed.

“Hopefully,” Cadence says. She tries to think of another place Morrigan would go. “She’d probably stay in this city, so we can cross off outward bound trains. She really liked it here. Also, it’s not like it’s easy for us to find her.” Her bitterness leaks into her voice.

“Hey,” Hawthorne says, taking her hand in his. “I know this is hard. I know we might not find her, because Morrigan’s smart and plenty elusive. But as long as we have each other, we’ll get through it.”

Cadence blinks back tears. She is not going to cry over someone she only knew for a couple of weeks. “If you say so.”

“I promise.” Hawthorne holds out his pinky because despite being over a century old, he’s a child. Cadence links her finger with his, giving him a watery smile. They turn back to the maps, bouncing ideas off each other.

Eventually, they collect enough ideas to feel prepared to go out and search for their missing friend. They pull on their coats, and head outside. It’s snowing, and Hawthorne pauses to try to catch snowflakes on his tongue. With a roll of her eyes, Cadence does the same.

They fly around the city in their bat forms, searching for Morrigan. It’s getting lighter by the time Cadence spots Morrigan’s suitcase and bumps into Hawthorne on her descent. He follows her, and they land nearby where Morrigan is eating takeout Indian food. Cadence pulls Hawthorne behind a corner so Morrigan can’t see them.

“What do we say?” she hisses in his ear.

“Ask her if she’s ok. Tell her that we’d miss her if she left,” Hawthorne suggests. Upon seeing Cadence’s face, he reassures her, “We’re doing this together, remember?”

“As if I need you,” Cadence says, but lets Hawthorne lead the way to Morrigan. Once the two of them are a few feet from Morrigan, Morrigan notices them with a startle.

“What are you doing here?” she grumbles. “How’d you find me?”

“We’re your friends. Also, we searched the city,” Hawthorne says, bluntly.

“I left,” Morrigan says, like that was enough to end their friendship. Like either of them would let her go this easily, with this little explanation.

“Why?” Cadence says, more sadly than she’d like.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Morrigan says, standing up and dusting herself off. She throws the rest of her food in the trash. Speaking of her food, what was up with that? First going out in sunlight, then eating human food. What weird kind of vampire was she?

“Let us try,” Hawthorne responds, stepping closer to Morrigan. He holds his hands out like Cadence remembers him doing to her during their first fight. Maybe this will turn out as well as that fight did. Cadence trusts Hawthorne more in this than she does herself.

Morrigan lets out a mocking little laugh. “I don’t think you really want to know.” Under her breath, she says, “I don’t really want you to know.”

“Please?” Cadence asks. The snow keeps falling all around them. The world is a beautiful snow globe, and Cadence’s stomach feels sick.

Morrigan doesn’t say another word. She simply grabs her suitcase and goes down the escalator to the subway. Hawthorne and Cadence run after her, but she disappears into the early morning crowd.

To Cadence’s dismay, the sun has already risen.

Cadence and Hawthorne get on a train that stops near their apartment on its loop, and Hawthorne passes out after a few stops. Cadence envies him. He’s always been able to sleep easier. Cadence watches passengers come and go, and thinks about Morrigan.

Morrigan, she’s realized, is weird as hell.

She eats human food and goes out in the sunlight, yet tells them she’s a vampire. Cadence has lived with her long enough to know that Morrigan can’t tell a lie to save her life. Literally. She can’t lie to Dearborn.

So Morrigan’s definitely a vampire.

In the decades Cadence has been a vampire, she’s only heard of one creature like Morrigan. It’s a horrid possibility, but Cadence needs to figure it out. She’s always survived by taking the upper hand in every situation she can, and she needs to know more about this one to do that. And if anyone knew more about what Morrigan might be, it would be Jupiter North.

Looks like they’re paying a visit to the Hotel Deucalion.

Cadence wakes Hawthorne up once she’s made up her mind. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes before saying, “To ask them about how to convince her to come back?”

“No, idiot, to figure out what Morrigan is. But that’s not actually a bad idea,” Cadence says. Hawthorne has a knack for finding the emotional side of everything.

“Thanks, Cadence,” Hawthorne says, sarcastically. “It’ll be nice to see them all again.”

“Maybe.”

Hawthorne laughs, but Cadence feels a wave of nausea at the thought of talking to the inhabitants of the Hotel Deucalion. There’s Jupiter North, who is overly friendly in a way that Cadence has no idea how to deal with. Dame Chanda and Frank are both intimidating in their flair and social know-how, whereas Fenestra is simply terrifying. Out of all of them, Cadence likes Kedgeree the most.

“I wonder if Jack will be there,” Hawthorne muses.

“Let’s hope not,” Cadence says. She and Jack Korrapati have a love-hate friendship in which they’ll brutally insult each other but then get tea after and make fun of people they both know. Cadence doesn’t particularly care to deal with it today.

Hawthorne and Cadence get off the train, and Cadence leads them to the next train they’ll have to take. A steady stream of evening commuters are arriving, and Cadence and Hawthorne weave through the crowd. They hop on their train, and Hawthorne passes the time by trying to come up with backstories for different passengers, which he whispers to Cadence. Cadence contributes a snide comment or two when she feels like it.

She appreciates the distraction.

Hotel Deucalion is a huge hotel in downtown, known for its upscale clientele and mysterious proprietor. Despite most of the staff being vampires or other paranormal entities, the hotel still caters to rich, regular humans. Cadence will never not be on her guard at the Hotel Deucalion.

As she and Hawthorne make their way through the lobby, Cadence relaxes her posture and keeps her head down. Despite some changes happening since Cadence was human, there haven’t been enough for her to discard her defense mechanisms. Hawthorne is much more welcome in this space than she is, and so she has him pave their way.

Hawthorne flings open the door to the basement of the Hotel Deucalion, and he and Cadence descend into the supernatural side of the hotel. The basement is lit by neon purple lights today, and it’s bustling. Some werewolves are playing pool, other witches are starting a game of poker. Two chimera children run in front of Cadence, almost tripping her up.

Cadence scans the crowd for Jupiter North. She spots him in the back, laughing with the vampire dwarf Frank. Cadence takes Hawthorne by the arm and heads towards him. Hawthorne resists, until he notices where they’re going.

Jupiter sees they’re approaching him, and sends Frank off with a blinding grin. It disappears when he turns towards them. “Where’s Morrigan?” he asks.

Cadence’s brow furrows. “You know her?”

“I know of her. Let’s go to my office.” Jupiter leads them to an unassuming door in the corner. He opens it, and gestures for them to go inside. Cadence and Hawthorne sit on the couch near the door, while Jupiter paces the room.

“What do you know about Morrigan?” Hawthorne asks, suspiciously.

“Nothing you two probably don’t suspect. Look, I’d hate to tell anyone this, but Morrigan is,” Jupiter takes a deep breath, “a daywalker.”

“I knew it,” Cadence mutters harshly.

“This doesn’t change anything, right? It can’t,” Hawthorne pleads.

Jupiter sighs. “It doesn’t have to. After their creation, daywalkers don’t do any harm to their environment inherently. Some choose to, but that’s all it is: a choice.”

Daywalkers are vampires that kill other vampires, and with their life energy become able to walk in the sunlight, and eat human food. The only downside is that a daywalker can’t transform into a bat.

Cadence doesn’t know how many vampires were killed to change Morrigan into a daywalker. She doesn’t want to. Sure, she and Hawthorne kill humans all the time, but it’s not the same. They could’ve known the vampires Morrigan killed.

But, it seemed like Morrigan regretted her murders. Cadence hopes so.

“Thanks, Jupiter,” Hawthorne says, sounding like he’s about to cry. Cadence rests her hand on his knee, trying not to think about how she feels the same.

“Always,” Jupiter says. “Now, do either of you know where Morrigan is?”

Cadence purses her lips. Hawthorne says, “We found her. It didn’t go well. She ran away.”

“Wonderful, absolutely wonderful,” Jupiter responds sarcastically. “Well, do you two want to help me find her?”

“Why do you want to find her?” Cadence asks. Daywalkers are highly reviled in the vampiric community, and Cadence doesn’t want any harm to come to Morrigan before they can talk again.

“Don’t worry. I want the best for her,” Jupiter says. Cadence feels a weight disappear from her shoulders. “So. How about this? You two search the West Side, while I organize my staff to search the other neighborhoods. If she’s out of the city, I’ll find her.”

“How?” Hawthorne asks, incredulous.

Jupiter winks. “I have my ways.” In a lower voice, he says, “I have super good eyesight. Came after a millennium.” Often, vampires get senses sharpened as they age. Cadence doesn’t know why, but she’s looking forward to it.

Hawthorne and Cadence split up to search the West Side, and Cadence flies for what feels like hours alone. It’s not snowing anymore, but the winds keep slapping her back and forth. It takes all she has to will herself to keep flying, keep looking.

Cadence ends up being the one to find Morrigan. Morrigan’s in a city park, a small one that consists of a strip of land around a lake the size of a city block. She’s sitting on a bench feeding the ducks.

Cadence lands beside her, and once she changes back into her ‘human’ form she says, “Most park rangers would tell you not to feed the ducks, you know.”

Morrigan jumps a foot into the air. She narrows her eyes. “You weren’t supposed to find me again.”

“So what? We need to talk.” Cadence sits on the bench next to Morrigan.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m moving out. That’s all there is,” Morrigan says, a trace of sadness infusing her voice.

“If you really do want to move out, that’s fine. Hawthorne and I aren’t going to kidnap you or anything. But you don’t have to. Whoever you are, whatever you are, you don’t need to. We just want you back,” Cadence says. She’s been flying for almost the entire day. She is exhausted in both body and mind, and she’s surprised that she means exactly what she’s saying. “Come back, Morrigan. Please.”

Minutes pass before Morrigan speaks. “I’m a daywalker,” she begins. “I’m part of the Crow family-I’m assuming you knew that already, though. They kicked me out for being gay,” and here Morrigan’s voice cracks, “and Ezra Squall found me. He turned me, then made me a daywalker. He’s one too, you know, even more powerful than me. I stayed with him for a while. Longer than I should have. I did his bidding.”

Cadence tucks away the discovery of Ezra Squall’s villainy away for the moment. “But you left.”

“That doesn’t change what I did. What I am.”

“It’s what matters,” Cadence says. “You’re not that person anymore. You left, and you found us. That’s what matters. Come back.”

“You both are so…” Morrigan trails off. She doesn’t look at Cadence.

“When I first met Hawthorne, I punched him in the nuts. I didn’t admit we were friends for decades. I have been insufferable, and frustrating, and awful. I’ve made him cry countless times. I’ve hurt a lot of people, and I’ve murdered loads. You aren’t any worse than me.”

Morrigan turns to face Cadence. Now, Cadence can see the silent tears streaming down Morrigan’s face. “Don’t lie to me,” Morrigan says.

“Ask Hawthorne. I’m not lying. I would never lie about something like this,” Cadence promises.

Morrigan lets out an audible sob. She crumples into Cadence’s arms. Morrigan cries, and cries, and cries. She soaks Cadence’s shirt, and Cadence strokes her hair. They stay like that, fit together like puzzle pieces, until Morrigan lifts up her head.

“Thank you,” Morrigan says.

“Anytime,” Cadence says, and means it.

#nevermoor #nevermoor big bang #cadence blackburn #hawthorne swift #morrigan crow #nevermoor fanfic #leon writes #it was a lot of fun writing this <3

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