#witchy's ask booth

[saint-gerard-of-arc]

if you still do these 48 + vinikki pls pls pls i’ll love you forever

“So…” began the butler, as he extracted the sword out of its scabbard, making the sunlight bounce on the sharp blade, “shall we begin your training, Vincent?”

Vincent pulled out his weapon as well. “That’s master Wharton to you now, Nicholas.” The young man snickered, as he gripped the hilt with both hands. A flash of rage and determination lit up his hazel eyes as he slowly but confidently made his way towards his servant, who began walking forward too.

As much as Nicholas saw Vincent's birth and always took good care of him, they despised each other. Well, at least Vincent hated Nicholas, that’s for sure. There was something about the way the butler treated him like a child, despite being well over that phase of his life, that got on Vincent’s nerves.

But today, the day of his 21st birthday, would’ve been the day Vincent showed him, and everyone else, what he’s made of, he would’ve shown the man he had become.

“Oh come on, Vince,” grinned the older man, raising his sword. “we’re friends by now, aren’t we?”

“No, we’re not.” Responded the blond nobleman, through gritted teeth. The nobleman tried to stay calm, to not raise his voice, to not let his adversary win. Nicholas was found by his family when he was still a hungry urchin living in the London slums, so who the hell did he think he was? That day, Vincent thought, his father should’ve minded his business.

They stopped a few inches from each other, with their blades touching, in a guarding position.

“May the best of us win.” Said the butler, flashing his teeth, his green eyes glistening with calm confidence.

“En garde, old bastard.”

The metal clangors quickly followed one another. Whenever Vincent tried to strike, Nicholas was ready to deflect his attacks, almost as if he could predict Vincent’s every move. Slash, slash, lunge. Vincent only managed to cut a strand of the older man’s jet-black hair. Their swords crossed, the blades slipping, and now it was a matter of who was going to get the best of the other. Vince was losing his balance, but he refused to give up. With an effort and a scream of rage, the nobleman pushed away his adversary, making him almost trip on his own feet. Almost. But Vincent had already let his guard down, not having the time to react when Nicholas sweeped his blade, leaving a thin, bloody gash on the young man’s cheek. Vincent held back the hiss of pain.

“Oh, that’s gonna leave a nasty mark!” Snickered the butler.

Vincent decided to ignore him, determined to not get distracted by Nicholas’s babbling. The fact that he got hit even once, it was already one too many. He managed to deflect another blow, but barely. Their swords crossed again, but this time Vincent lost his balance and fell over, making him lose the grip of his weapon.

“Well, well, well.” The butler pointed his sword at the nobleman’s neck. “Rule number one: never let your guard down.”

“Are you gonna kill me…?” Muttered the blond, raising his head ever so slightly, in order to take a glimpse of Nicholas’s face.

The other let out air of his nose in amusement. “It would be very hard to explain your disappearance to your family.” He diverted his armed hand away from the young man, and reached out with the other, to help Vincent get up.

“Right…” said Vincent, a bit hesitant at first to accept his help. “The butler is always the prime suspect.”

The older man let out a hoarse laugh. “Wait here. I’ll go grab some bandages.”

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“How was I?” Asked Vincent. He didn't know why he wanted to seek Nicholas's approval, yet that question slipped out of his mouth.

“Not bad.” Said the other, concentrating on dabbing the wound with a bandage. "Not bad at all for your first time.”

The blond frowned, both from physical and emotional pain. “I feel like you’re lying to me.”

“I would never. " Responded the butler, calmly. "I mean it.”

"One day I'll be able to defeat you, you'll see." Mumbled the young man. "Then you're finally going to respect me."

Nicholas stopped what he was doing to look at his young master in the eyes. He smiled, thinking that Vincent was just like his father. "Here's the thing," he began, "respect is not given unconditionally, it is earned." He then put a hand on Vincent's shoulder. “This is my gift for you for today: a humble piece of advice. Happy birthday, master Wharton.”

Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

#witchy's ask booth #nikki sixx #vince neil #vinikki #mötley crüe #witchy writings #hey bestie sorry if this took me so long!! #i may have taken the prompt way too literally lmao but as soon as i read the phrase enemy caretaker i thought of #a master/butler kinda relationship #but they had to be enemies of course #i feel like they're not as in character as i'd like them to be tho. also it feels rushed #idkkkkk i feel like i should've written and analyzed it a bit more. but i know that if i did i wouldve written an entire novel #or i wouldve forgotten about it #oh yeah and the names!! i chose to give them names that would fit the victorian age more so hopefully it doesnt break the immersion?? #but i assure you its our nikki and vince im talking about here #also btw the fight is kinda lame i know. i just dont know how to write fights let alone swordfights #anyway i better post this before i overthink this wayyyyy more that i should #i hope you like it <3

[xo-cori]

can you do a dina x sub reader on a first date at some fancy restaurant but dina’s really flirty and touchy and loves making the reader nervous pleasee i need dom dina😵‍💫

magnetic, everything about you

pairing: dina woodward x fem!reader

summary: it’s unlike you to fall for anybody quite this hard. especially not on your first date.

warnings: kissing in public, lots of PDA in general actually, implied dom/sub dynamics

a/n: anon…….. this request changed my life. talking to dina b like uhhh ummm uhhum umm umuh uhhhhh um 😁

You aren’t made nervous easily.

In fact, you can’t remember the last time your cheeks have been this hot, or the last time you’d had this swirling feeling in your stomach, and it’s all because of her low-cut maroon dress and the way her arm hasn’t left your shoulders once after two glasses of wine. Her voice is smooth like honey, deep and sweet, and her smile is nothing short of infectious. She’s so close that you can smell the distinction between her perfume and her shampoo; a mix of roses and coconut that makes your head spin and your heart race.

This is awful, you think. She must be a succubus, or a witchy seductress; one who uses her powers to get what she wants. At this point, you’d be willing to give her anything. Whatever spell she cast is working.

The scenery of the restaurant around you seems to have disappeared. The chandeliers above that cast a warm light, the stained glass windows, all the distant chatter and conversation from tables around you. It seems that nothing matters outside of this booth, tucked away into a quiet corner, thigh-to-thigh with the woman of your dreams. She tells your stories of her friends, her coworkers, her family (mostly her older sister, you notice, they must be close). She makes your mind blank on any stories you could tell in return.

“Turns out, the car was unlocked the whole time anyways, so there was no reason for him to smash the window in the first place!” Dina laughs, and you offer a smile that might be brighter than the sun. Most people wouldn’t joke about their car getting broken into. Dina, though… Dina is different. A good different.

Conversation is easy with her. She could talk for hours and you wouldn’t mind, yet she makes sure to ask you just as many questions and ease you out of your shell. It’s only one of the many reasons you’re so whipped for this woman on your first date.

There’s a pause. A long one, and you would’ve tried to break the silence, but she seems to be studying you. It takes all of your willpower to not shrink under her prying gaze. She looks you up and down, causing you to raise your eyebrows expectantly. “What? Is there something on my face?” You wonder.

“Tell me if I’m wrong, but I think I make you nervous.” Dina says. “It’s not like you’re really trying to hide it.”

This is quite a blow to your self esteem, considering you had been trying to hide it. Very hard, in fact. “Someone’s cocky,” you tilt your head away from her, an attempt to deflect from the embarrassment you feel.

“I’m cocky for a reason!” She brings her free hand to take a gentle grip of your chin, forcing you to look at her. “Your face is all hot. That tends to happen when people are nervous, y’know.”

“Don’t be a smartass!” You exclaim, nervously moving your face from her grip and looking down at your lap.

“But you like it,” she points out. “Look at me.”

Your jaw tenses as you finally look back at her. Her arm, the one that’s around your shoulder, raises a bit so she can smooth out that tension with her hand. That signature smile of hers is still there, and it makes you melt into her touch. “You like it, right?”

After a moment of silence, you nod. “Yeah, actually. Is it obvious?”

“Very.” She says. “It’s cute, though. You’re cute.”

You aren’t sure what to say to this, of course, but you find yourself immediately regretting the first words you can find.

“Kiss me,” you whisper. “Please.”

Her dark eyes widen, and at first, you figured you’ve already fucked this all up; that is, until she scans the room, pleased to find that no one’s being nosy. Little do you know, she’d been waiting for this moment all night.

When she finally kisses you, you can tell. Her hand holds the back of your head while the other wanders to your thigh, securing you into place, though you wouldn’t dream of pulling away. You taste her cherry lipgloss and the red wine that lingers on her tongue. Mindlessly, you grab onto her shoulder, thankful that she wore a strapless dress so that you could feel the smooth skin above her collarbone. You’d do anything to be closer to her. You’d crawl right into her lap if you weren’t in public.

The hand on your thigh wanders up to your waist, flexing against your rib cage, causing you to arch your back and whine as her tongue caresses yours. The simplest of touches, yet your knees turn to jelly beneath you.

Although hesitantly, she’s the first to break away. Her lips are plump and her cheeks dark, which fills you with an odd sense of pride. “Oh, you’ve been wanting that for a while, huh?” She teases.

You just nod your head dumbly, still eyeing her lips, wishing they were still on yours.

“You don’t have any plans after this, do you?” Dina asks with a hopeful tone. Your heart does a flip inside your chest.

“No,” you tell her. “Do you?”

“Unless you wanna leave with me, then no. I don’t.” She shrugs, watching as another wide smile breaks across your face.

You squeeze her shoulder. “I guess we both have plans, then.”

The sparks still haven’t faded. Dina smiles right back at you and you share a quiet laugh, uncaring to those around you, and most definitely uncaring to the fact that you’re gonna be leaving your car in the parking lot for the night. You’re unsure what the night holds, but Dina’s got you wrapped around her finger, and she looks at you like she knows it.

#the last of us #the last of us 2 #dina the last of us #dina tlou #dina woodward #dina nolastname #dina x reader #dina woodward x reader #dina x you #dina woodward x you #dina x fem reader

[stardustbarbarians]

Enchanted

A Daniel Wagner / Samuel Kiszka fic

Summary: Sometimes it takes some meddling to see what is right in front of you.

Tags: fluff, love spell au, very light angst, low-key funny

Words: 10.8 k

Author's Note: Happy (late) Valentine's Day!! I literally got the idea for this one the day of the holiday and proceeded to write this, thinking it would be at max like 2,000 words. So, yeah, this one kinda got away from me. Anyway, this is dedicated to @ofthecaravel for being more enthusiastic about this idea than I was (she also made the cover pic so everyone say thank you, Karou). Title taken from Enchanted by Taylor Swift. Please enjoy!! <3

+++

When Danny had the idea to go to the art fair near his house, he hadn’t thought he’d be walking away with an honest to god love potion. I mean, those aren’t real, right?? It’s all just made up for awful rom-coms and Disney movies. So, when that witchy woman had stopped him and gave it to him for free, he thought nothing of it. 

He had been weaving through the various booths, eyes catching on all the colorful and sometimes gaudy wares these artists were trying to pedal. Some of them were honestly good, others were just clearly trying to make a quick buck. Danny bought a few things; a few jewelry pieces he thought were cute and a fresh squeezed lemonade. 

“Danny?” a woman had spoken up, catching the drummer’s attention. He tensed up at being called out, hoping he wouldn’t be recognized but knowing it was always a possibility every time he left his house. 

Schooling his features to be warm and inviting, Daniel turned on his heel to face the woman. She was what Danny could only describe as a “contemporary witch”, complete with long, black hair and a revealing yet classy black dress and a wide-brimmed black hat. Danny had to suppress his scoff at how on the nose she looked, glancing around her clearly witch-themed, yet populated, booth. But, it clearly worked to help sell her goods, so who was he to judge. 

“Hey!” he responded, abandoning his wandering and making his way over to her. She smiled widely at him, her eyes lighting up as he approached. 

“Oh, my god. My friends are never gonna believe me,” she rushed, her tattooed hands fluttering to her chest. 

“How about we get a picture to prove it to them?” he offered, having gone through this enough times over the years to know that that was what most people were after when they spotted him. 

She nodded, searching frantically for her phone. When she pulled it out from behind the register, Daniel noticed two things. One; her hands were shaking. Two; her lock screen was a picture of him and Sam posed together. It was a picture of them on stage, embracing and beaming at one another and - wow, is that really what he looks like when he smiles at Sam? 

They took their picture, her asking for a hug from him which he happily gave her. 

“So, what brings you over this way?” the woman - ironically named Greta - asked, leaning against the table she had set her register up on. Danny worried for a second as her long hair passed over a candle, only for him to realize it wasn’t real. 

“Had a free afternoon to myself, thought I’d check the art fair out,” he answered honestly, a shrug of his shoulders tacked on at the end. 

She nodded acceptingly. “Find anything interesting?” 

Danny held up his fingers, wiggling them to show off the rings he purchased as well as shook his cup of lemonade in front of her, smiling. She laughed, her head tipping back a bit to show off a moth tattoo that rested under her clavicles. 

“That’s all, huh? You must be pretty picky.” She looked him up and down, her eyes feeling strangely like they were able to see past his physical form. Danny blamed that on the witch-themed booth she ran. 

Danny shrugged again. He didn’t think he was, but then again maybe he was. 

“Here,” she blurted out, jumping up from her perch to brush past him to go deeper into her booth. Daniel watched as she stopped in front of a display of bowls that held vials of various shapes and sizes. Each one was sorted by color, some of them even seeming to glow which made Daniel do a double take. There was probably just a light fixed at the base of the bowl to give them that effect. 

“On the house,” Greta chirped before tossing something at Daniel. He instinctively caught it, letting out a breath of relief that he had. When he got a proper look at it, Danny realized that she had thrown him a vial of baby pink liquid that had been sealed in a teardrop shaped glass vial. The top was a gradient into Barbie pink and formed to a point, sharp enough to probably kill a man. Daniel turned it over in his hand, the liquid sparkling in the light of the sun streaming in through an opening in the tent he was in. 

“What is this?” he dumbly asked, already knowing what the hell it was. 

“A love potion,” Greta flippantly answered. When Danny snapped his head up to look at the woman, he saw the mischievous glint in her eye that never reached her soft smile. 

Daniel coughed on his own spit as he swallowed wrong. He covered it up by taking a few sips of his lemonade. He had no idea how to react to that. 

“Uhh… that’s really kind of you, but I can’t take this.” 

“Nonsense. I insist,” she pressed, waving off his concerns with a wave of her hand. 

Daniel looked back and forth between the woman and the vial in his hand, weighing the pros and cons. Then he realized how ridiculous he was being. It was a kind gesture and love potions weren’t real. 

He tucked the vial into his pocket of his jean jacket and smiled. “Thanks!” 

“My pleasure,” she answered, that devilish gleam back in her eye as well as that feeling that she was seeing through him rather than at him, “and trust me, you will be thanking me later.” 

That made Daniel chuckle a bit nervously. She was starting to creep him out a bit; time to make a quick exit. 

“Right, well. Maybe I’ll see you at one of our upcoming shows!” Danny politely suggested, already backing out the way he had come in. 

“Of course! Talk to you later!” Greta’s last sentence sent a shiver up Danny’s spine. It felt like a promise rather than a send off. 

With one last quick smile, Danny got his ass out of there and trotted down the booths to get away. He definitely wanted to toss that so-called “love potion” away now. There was no telling what was actually in it. He’d just throw it into the next trash can he saw. 

+++

Daniel did not toss it away. Instead, he forgot about it completely and left it in his jacket pocket. It stayed there for a month, silently waiting for the next time someone would wear that jacket and find it. 

“Hey, Dan!” Danny was in his kitchen taking some ibuprofen for the headache he was fighting when he heard Sam call out for him. 

With a big gulp and a gag he didn’t even try to suppress as he felt the pills catch on the side of his throat, Danny responded with a shout of his own. “Yeah?!” 

“Can I borrow a jacket?! It’s cold as balls out and I don’t have one!” 

Setting his empty glass of water in the sink, Daniel ran a hand through his curls. Sam had stopped over at Danny’s before the band’s scheduled studio time so the two of them could carpool. 

“Yeah!” he shouted back. He went through a mental checklist to make sure he had everything he needed before he left, adding Sam to the bottom of that list. 

“What the fuck is this in your pocket?!” Sam called out again, breaking through Danny’s concentration. 

“I don’t know! I’m not over there!” 

It was quiet again for a moment, Danny quickly going through his checklist again as he passed by his laundry room to grab some socks from the pile. 

“Can I drink it?!” 

Daniel, starting to get a little frustrated by Sam’s antics already, huffed out in exasperation. 

“Go ahead!” he screamed harsher than he had meant to. But, really, how the hell was Daniel meant to know what the fuck Sam was talking about. It probably was a shot of fireball or something he never drank. And if Sam wanted to be tipsy while they recorded… Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. 

“It tastes like bubblegum!” Sam excitedly exclaimed, his voice louder as Danny was just around the corner from where he was stationed by the front door. 

“That’s great, buddy,” Daniel dismissed, walking past him briefly as he went to grab his sticks from the living room. Doing the pat down on his pockets to make sure he had his keys and wallet, Daniel finally rounded the corner to his front door only to see Sam sprawled out on the ground. 

“Sam?” Danny cautiously asked, hoping Sam was just being theatrical over how long Danny was taking to leave. 

But then he didn’t answer. Or move, for that matter. 

“Sammy?!” Daniel was distraught now, tossing his sticks to the side as he kneeled down next to Sam to shake him. 

He still wasn’t stirring, but at least his chest was moving. Daniel frantically searched for a pulse, lifting up his hand to check his wrist. That was when he spotted the nearly empty teardrop shaped vial in Sam’s hand and Danny’s heart sank even further. 

“No no no no-” Danny chanted under his breath, pressing his fingers into Sam’s wrist. His heart rate slowed a bit when he was able to feel Sam’s pulse in his fingertips. He sighed deeply, feeling his shoulders sag in relief. 

“C’mon, Sammy,” Danny implored, grabbing his friend by the shoulders and began to shake him. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make his head loll around his shoulders. 

When that didn’t work, Danny bit his lip as his brow knit together. He had an idea, but he’d feel awful for going through with it. With another sigh, Daniel resigned himself to it. 

“I’m sorry, Sam,” he murmured, pulling his right hand off the bassist’s shoulder. He reared it back and smacked it smartly against his friend’s cheek. Cringing at how loud the slap resounded in the echo-y chamber of his vestibule, Daniel smoothed his hand back over the pink mark blossoming on Sam’s face. 

It worked, to Danny’s utter relief. 

Sam’s eyes fluttered open as Daniel caressed his fingers across the angry outline of his hand, groaning as he lifted his hand to his forehead. 

“What the hell happened?” Sam grumbled out, sitting up on his own. Danny sat back onto his heels, raking his eyes over Sam to check for any signs of danger. 

“You drank the vial in my jacket and passed out, I guess,” Daniel tried to explain, the concern leaking through his tone. Sam still had yet to look at Danny, his eyes having shut once more as he sat fully upright. 

Huffing out a laugh, Sam looked at the vial in his hand, a drop of that baby pink liquid slipping out of the opening and splattering onto the floor. He turned it over in his fingers a few times before he spoke again. “Hell of a rush.” 

Daniel couldn’t help but snort, his worries easing significantly at the joke. Sam was going to be ok. Maybe a little groggy, but ok. That Greta girl should count herself lucky nothing worse had happened to Sam or else he’d bring down hell around her ears for hurting his best friend. 

“Alright, Sam. Let’s get you up or else we’ll be late for studio time,” Danny grunted out as he hauled Sam up to his feet by his arm. 

“Right, right,” Sam quietly answered, his hair flying out around him as he shook his head to presumably clear it. 

And that was when Sam looked at Danny for the first time since he fell. 

“I’m so fucking in love with you.” 

+++

“Hey, guys, we might want to reschedule.” 

“Yeah? And why is that?” Jake was the first one to look over at Daniel. And when he did, Danny watched as his entire body went rigid as his eyes flew wide open. 

“Something wrong- oh my god.” That was Josh, this time. And just like Jake, Josh’s eyes got comically wide as he took in the sight of Danny and Sam. 

And Daniel really couldn’t blame them. He’d have the same reaction if he saw his little brother clinging onto his best friend as if his life depended on it. 

Sam had long since jumped into Danny’s arms, his arms and legs wrapped around Daniel as if he were a monkey and Daniel his favorite tree. He had refused to get down, Danny having tried to fight him in the parking lot before entering the studio to get him to walk on his own, but Sam was having none of it. Even on the drive over, Sam had tried to climb into Danny’s lap a few times all while gushing about how pretty he thought Danny was. He finally got Sam to stay in his seat after promising to hold his hand as he drove. But as soon as they stepped out of the car, it was no holds barred. 

“What the hell is he doing?” Jake asked, his eyes still locked onto his baby brother’s strange behavior. 

“I’m holding the love of my life!” Sam answered for Daniel. And if Daniel’s face wasn’t burning before, he was certain it was set ablaze by that. And the worst part was Daniel could tell Sam was using a genuine tone. 

He watched the twins look between the two rhythm section members, their lips pursing as they took in the sight. Daniel wanted to hide his face in his hands, but they were currently holding his obnoxious best friend so he couldn’t. 

“Oooooooooo-k. Umm, what the fuck is going on?” Josh had abandoned his station at his microphone, setting the equipment down on a chair to his left before he joined Jake at his side. 

Danny sighed, his eyes closing in shame. He wanted to look everywhere else but at the twins and their calculating and bewildered gazes. 

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.” Daniel let out a squeak after he spoke, Sam surprising him with kisses he placed on the side of Danny’s neck where his head was nuzzled. He tried to pull away, but Sam just chased after him with his lips. 

“Try us,” Josh answered, his arms crossing over his chest as his hip popped out. Jake was idly fiddling with his guitar, probably not even aware that he was playing at all, but his eyes never left Danny. 

With a deep sigh, Daniel launched into the story of Greta and her stupid fucking love potion. While he was explaining, he knew his story sounded made up. I mean, for god’s sake, the titular character shared the name of their band. It just sounded like he was caught in a lie. The only thing he knew would work in his favor was the potion vial that he had the foresight of bringing with him. 

It was a fight, but Daniel was able to wrangle Sam off of him and set his feet on the floor. However, the man still refused to let go of him completely. So Daniel had to live with Sam resting his head on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around Danny’s torso. With his hands finally free, Daniel was able to fish that vial out of his pocket and toss it over to the twins. 

Josh caught it, Jake watching it sail over towards his twin with his eyes. Daniel watched as they inspected it, the baby pink liquid still shimmering in the light. He pointedly ignored Sam and his embarrassing antics. Or, at least he tried to. It was very hard when he kept peppering kisses all over Danny’s cheek and neck as he spoke sweet nothings into his ear. Danny felt shivers dance their way across his skin, his veins warming at all the contact and compliments. But he refused to indulge in them. Sam was not himself right now and he would be damned if he was going to take advantage of him. But, they still felt nice. 

After a few seconds of turning over the evil liquid, Josh tossed it back over to Daniel. 

“Alright,” Jake started, pulling the cord out of his guitar, “we believe you.” 

“Really?” Danny was truly bewildered. He thought the twins were going to think it was some kind of stupid prank they were trying to pull on them. He was actually relieved they did. 

“Yeah. We’ve never seen Sam act this way before. Plus he’s a dog shit actor,” Josh answered, a laugh escaping his lips after the last sentence. Danny had to agree; he’d seen the movies Josh had made where Sam was the lead. There weren’t that many. 

“Oh, thank god. Because I need help.” Daniel’s tone was desperate, his hands trying to pull Sam’s off his waist. But every time he tried, Sam would just slide them back into place. He eventually gave up, huffing in resignation as Sam giggled in his ear. “Yeah, I’m gonna be honest with you on this one. I don’t know where we’ll even start,” Jake bluntly pointed out, placing his guitar on its stand. 

“What if you two try to contact the people who organized the fair and see if you can find the woman who sold me the…” God help him, “...the potion.” 

“Yeah, alright. What are you going to do?” Josh was already pulling out his phone, not looking at Danny as he spoke. 

“I’m going to see if maybe she posted that picture and contact her that way,” Daniel explained, having to shove Sam’s hips away from his own in order to get his phone from his back pocket. 

“Sounds like a plan. But how about we don’t do this here,” Jake posited, his eyes sliding over to where their producer and mixer were watching raptly as Sammy placed yet another series of kisses onto Danny. 

They all agreed. They wanted to spare both men as much embarrassment as possible and also minimize the possibility of this leaking and sending the wrong message to their fan base. 

Daniel offered up his house considering it was the closest. 

“And I’ll drive lovebug here, too.” Danny hooked his thumb towards where Sammy’s face was pressed into the side of Danny’s, a dopey smile on his face as he nuzzled deeper into Danny. 

“I don’t think you have a choice,” Josh so helpfully pointed out, trying poorly to suppress a laugh. 

“Yeah, ha ha. Let’s go,” Daniel sharply ordered, trying once more to rip Sam’s arms off of him and failing. 

“No, no, wait. Let us get one video for blackmail,” Jake quickly requested, already having his phone out and pointed at the two. 

Danny, knowing that there was no way they’d relent, groaned and let Jake record his misery. 

“Alright, Sammy. Tell us how you feel about Daniel,” Jake prompted, the laugh in his voice barely contained. The youngest perked up at the question, his smile getting brighter. 

“Well, where do I even begin! There’s so much I feel about him,” Sam cooed, resting his chin against Danny’s shoulder as he spoke. Danny felt Sam’s hair slip off his own shoulder as Sam tilted his head to get a better look at Danny. 

“Why don’t you start with the physical,” Josh, that bastard, piped up. Danny shot him a glare, Josh only responding with an “innocent” smile. 

“Oh! That’s easy! He’s got these beautiful dark eyes that you can easily get lost in. They’re this gorgeous shade of amber brown that have this nice green in them that remind me of moss in the forest. Oh! And when they catch the light just right they’re so bright and I get butterflies. And speaking of butterflies, when he smiles at me I can’t help but feel like I’m going to pass out from how beautifully warm and overwhelming it is-” 

“Alright,” Danny squeaked out, his voice cracking as his face began to heat up, “that’s enough.” 

“No, no, we’re just getting to the good part. Sam, what else about Danny do you like?” Danny bared his teeth at Jake. He knew it was ineffective, what, with his face burning as bright as a stop light. 

“Oh, his arms are really nice. I love it when he picks me up because then I can feel them flexing and it makes me all dizzy.” Sam’s voice was dripping in honey. It was so sweet it made Danny’s stomach ache. 

“Really? And what about his freckles?” 

“One of his best features, definitely. They get all dark and prominent in the summer when he gets more sun. He’s got 137 of them!” 

“Alright that’s-” 

“And what about Danny’s personality?” 

“He’s the sweetest guy ever! I swear, he’s so sweet he gives me cavities. Like this one time, I was feeling really down in the dumps and then Danny went out of his way to get me a case of my favorite beer and made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed myself. He just knows me sooooo well. And also he takes care of Rose the best and he is always so gentle and loving with her… what isn’t there to love?” 

“Ok, show’s over. We’re done here,” Daniel firmly decided, reaching out to yank Jake’s phone away from him and end the recording, holding it out of Jake’s reach as he tried to grab it back from him. 

Danny tossed it back at him when he was done, watching the guitarist nearly fumble the device to the ground. He shot Danny a confused look at his shift in mood, but he didn’t respond. He simply held onto Sam’s arms as he turned the two of them around and made for the door. 

As they walked to the car, Daniel pointedly did not think about the fact that Sam apparently just seemed to know how many freckles Danny had off the top of his head. Or how that made his heart flutter within his chest. 

+++

The car ride back was considerably less dangerous than the drive over; Sam hadn’t tried to climb into Danny’s lap since he preemptively laced their fingers together. However, Sammy hadn’t stopped talking. And it wasn’t his usual babbling, no. It was much worse. 

“I love you.” 

“I know.” 

“I love you.” 

“I know.” The shock of it had worn off at the thirtieth time Sammy had confessed it to Danny, that first time making the drummer jump out of his skin. Now it was just getting annoying, like the beep of a smoke detector. 

“You’re really hot,” Sam giggled, leaning his head across the consul and bumping it into Danny’s shoulder. 

Danny just groaned, throwing his head into the headrest behind him and asking god what he did wrong to deserve this cruel and unusual punishment. It was one thing to toy with his destiny, it was another entirely to play around with his emotions. 

“I hope we fucking crash,” he whined, the light turning green and taking his foot off the brake. 

“I hope we fuck.” 

Daniel felt his foot involuntarily slam down on the gas, forcing the both of them to jerk back in their seats as the engine loudly revved like an animal letting out a warning growl. Danny whipped his head over to Sam briefly, taking in his lashes batting flirtatiously and his wolfish grin. The driver felt his heart pounding in his chest, ripping his eyes away from his distracting passenger and forcing himself to look at the road. 

“What?” he croaked out, not really wanting to hear it again but also wanting to know if he heard Sam right. 

“You heard me,” was all Sam spoke in response, a dangerously flirtatious edge to his words that made Danny’s heart lurch in his chest. 

“Just… Just keep those thoughts to yourself, ok?” 

“Ok!” Sam cheerfully agreed, settling back down onto Danny’s shoulder. That was another thing about this that was driving Daniel slowly insane: Sam did almost everything Danny asked of him. 

He was so, utterly fucked. 

+++

“Ok, so Greta must be a popular name among artists or something because the fair organizer said there were about thirty booths registered under that name,” Jake explained after hanging up the phone. He tapped his pen on the pad of paper he’d been writing on idly, turned towards Danny’s spot on his couch. Sammy had tackled him onto it, curling up right against his chest like an oversized dog and refused to move. 

“Did she give you the list of businesses, too?” Danny asked, having to crane his neck to look over at Jake. 

“Yeah, and I was able to cross off a few of them already,” Jake answered, swiping away at his phone again.

“Nice work,” Danny praised, his eyes darting back to his phone. He and Josh had taken on scrolling through Danny’s instagram mentions in order to try and find the famed Greta. And, Jesus, people really loved tagging him in shit. They had been at it for hours and were still only finding posts from about two weeks ago. 

“Is this her?” Josh hoisted his phone up into Danny’s field of view. Danny squinted as he analyzed the woman’s face. 

“No,” he groaned, his frustration mounting as they had zero luck. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Sam like this, it was just… It was too much. Yeah, maybe Danny had been dreaming about this exact scenario for years, but this wasn’t how he wanted to get it. He’d felt guilt slam into him with every touch Sam bestowed upon him as he remembered that Sam wasn’t in control of his actions. It was that stupid fucking potion that was making Sam all cuddly and cute; the normal Sam would never do that. The normal Sam wouldn’t repeatedly confess his love for Danny in a myriad of ways, or kiss his neck and cheeks, or cling to him every second of the day. No matter how badly Danny wanted it to be true, Sam just wasn’t in love with Danny like the drummer was in love with the bassist. 

And that was the time that Sam decided to stir just enough to burrow deeper into his embrace with Daniel, grumbling something under his breath that was reminiscent of a cat purring. And just like it never happened, Sam fell back asleep again. Danny watched for a bit too long as Sam’s chest rose and fell with each even breath he took, his face held in a content smile as he dreamed away. 

“Man, I haven’t seen him curled up with someone like that since we were kids,” Josh commented, taking a break from his endless scrolling to crack his neck and stretch. He had watched the whole thing, Sam’s stirring and Daniel’s flush creeping onto his face as he gazed down at the cozy bass player. 

“What do you mean?” Danny had moved his own phone out of the way to properly look at Josh. The man had taken to sitting on the floor with his back against the couch that Sam and Danny were laying on. 

“The last time he looked that content while sleeping was probably when he was about eight-ish; that was when he stopped taking naps with mom,” the singer explained, his eyes cast upwards as if searching the farthest reaches of his mind. 

“What, are you calling me his mother?” Daniel felt his face pinch into one of disgust as he remembered what Sam had sprung on him during the ride over. 

“No, what he’s saying is Sam has always liked to cuddle, but only feels comfortable doing it with certain people,” Jake clarified, not even bothering to look up from his notepad. 

“Yeah, he’s never done that with us. And, now that I think about it, he’s never done that with his girlfriends, either. At least, from what I’ve seen, anyway,” Josh added, rambling just a tad at the end. He even brought his hand up to his chin as he thought, his fingers stroking the hair on it absently. 

Daniel had no idea what to do with that particular bit of information, so he elected to shove it into his mental box labeled “The Sam Incident” to be ignored until further notice. It was starting to become alarmingly full. 

He went back to his scrolling, his eyes beginning to burn with how long he’d been staring at the screen. He wasn’t aware that he’d taken to running his fingers through Sam’s hair and absently playing with it as he focused on finding the proverbial needle in a haystack. 

Right when he was about to take a break and grab something to eat, he spotted her. 

“AHA!” he exclaimed, bolting upright and rudely jolting Sam out of his peaceful slumber. The bassist even grumbled, rubbing at his eyes and shooting a grumpy look at his personal pillow for the violent awakening. Danny felt the sympathy ache in his chest for Sam, rubbing a soothing and apologetic hand over Sam’s arm. Though, with how frizzy and staticky his hair looked, Daniel had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at Sam. 

“You found her?” the twins asked simultaneously, Danny feeling briefly like he was in The Shining as they both gave him the same expression as he looked between them. 

Daniel nodded his head, turning his phone around to show the others. Sam took the opportunity to sleepily and unceremoniously flop himself down against the drummer’s chest face first, wrapping his arms around his waist. Danny instinctively placed his hand onto his back to steady him, rubbing it as Sam mumbled something into his chest that Danny could not understand. 

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Jake, ever the impatient one, urged Daniel. He pushed away from the table he was stationed at, making his way over to lean over the back of the couch to watch the drummer’s screen. 

danielrwagner: Hey, so uhhh

danielrwagner: This is going to be a strange question but

danielrwagner: Are you the woman who gave me a vial at an art show a month or so back? 

Daniel had set his phone down onto the couch, figuring he’d have to wait a while for a response - if he ever got one, that is. What he didn’t expect was for his phone to buzz almost immediately afterwards. 

StarshineGreta: Hi Danny!

StarshineGreta: Yes, that was me

StarshineGreta: Why did someone drink it? 

danielrwagner: Yeah

StarshineGreta: Who was it?

Daniel swallowed nervously, glancing down at Sammy who was still wedged into his chest and showing no signs that he was moving anytime soon. 

danielrwagner: …Sam

Call from StarshineGreta 

“Guys, what should I do?” Daniel panicked, his heart rate kicking up in speed inside his chest as his ringtone started to cheerfully chirp in his hand. He frantically looked back and forth between the twins, looking for their help. 

“Answer it!” Josh screeched, his thunderous voice that Daniel normally heard echoing through stadium speakers just as loud and commanding in his living room. 

With a nervous bite of his lip, Danny did as he was told. 

“Hey, Greta. Just so you know, you're on speaker with… with the whole band,” Daniel greeted, making sure to give her the courtesy of knowing that everyone could hear her. But, it seemed that she didn’t even register what he had said. Instead, she launched right into it. 

“Alright, how long ago did he drink it and what are his symptoms?” Her voice was nearly clinical if it weren’t for the clear enthusiasm dripping off her words. 

“He drank it at about ten this morning-” 

“And he’s acting like a lovesick puppy and won’t leave Daniel alone,” Josh interjected, leaning over so that he was closer to the phone to be heard. Though that wasn’t really necessary since the man had shouted, anyway. 

“Yeah, Sam won’t stop touching and cuddling him and if he tells him to quit it he gets all mopey and sad,” Jake added, flashing Danny a grin that Daniel merely glared at. She really didn’t need to know all that. 

The beat of silence that followed made Danny’s nerves spike into the stratosphere. What he didn’t know was that Greta had merely muted her own mic so that she could laugh as boisterously as she wanted to without being heard. 

“Interesting. And how much did he drink?” 

“Pretty much the whole thing. There’s about an eighth or so left in the bottle, I’d guess,” Daniel informed, feeling as if the vial in his pocket got heavier as he thought about it. 

“Wow. Ok, wow. No wonder he’s so clingy,” Greta replied, her surprise seeping into her tone. 

“I wouldn’t call him that-” 

“Dan. Try standing up.” 

Giving Jake a disgruntled look, Daniel tried exactly as suggested. As he did, Sam’s arms tightened around Sam and pulled him back down towards him. “Nooooooooo,” he had whined out in protest, his brow knitting together in a grumpy frown once more as he looked up at Danny through his lashes. 

“No,” he said again, this time more firm and accented by Sam’s grip readjusting around Danny’s ribs to pull himself even tighter against Danny’s chest. 

When Daniel looked over at the younger twin, he was met with a small yet smug smile of victory. 

“Shut up,” he lamely shot back, wanting to cross his arms over his chest but being prevented by a certain bass player. Instead, he just settled his free arm back onto Sam’s back right below where his hair stopped in the middle of his spine. 

“Is it a problem that he drank so much?” Josh asked, completely ignoring the exchange that happened between Jake and Daniel. 

“Not really, no. The effects will just be stronger than if he had just drank the recommended amount,” Greta explained. 

“Will it last longer?” Daniel quickly interjected, the horrifying thought of having to deal with Sam acting like this for a month causing panic to lance through his heart. 

“I don’t think so. Maybe a few extra hours, but it should be worn off by tomorrow evening.” 

“And how come your potion actually works? Like, why isn’t yours bullshit like the other ‘love potions’ out there?” Jake so delicately questioned. 

“Normally, most of mine are but… well…” Daniel did not like how her tone shifted from confident to apprehensive, “I won’t sugar coat it. The potions I make are meant to amplify what emotions are already inside someone. They can’t manufacture love or hate or happiness if they don’t already exist in the person who drank it.” 

After she finished her explanation, the room went silent. Daniel felt as if his mind was beginning to overheat inside his skull as he tried to process the information she had just dropped onto them. 

“I don’t get it,” Daniel croaked out, feeling as if his mind was halting all function as he stared blankly down at his phone. 

“Do you have that potion on you?” Greta’s voice wasn’t scheming, per say, but it was clear she had a plan. 

Daniel dug into his front pocket, fishing out the aforementioned vial. He held it up into the air, looking at it and wondering how something so unassuming could flip his world on its axis. 

Before the drummer could even respond to Greta, Jake had swiped it out of his hand so quickly Danny could only blink dumbly at the man. 

“Josh!” he called before tossing it towards the man. 

“Wait-” was all Daniel could get out before the singer had uncapped the vial and tossed it back like it was a shot. 

“Ooh, bubblegum flavored,” Josh cooed after he swallowed, flipping the vial in his hand after he replaced the cap. 

Daniel just sat frozen in place. Great, now he was going to have to deal with two Kiszkas attached to his hip at all times and he wasn’t going to be able to do anything-

“How ya feeling, Josh?” Jake had asked in a voice reminiscent of a gameshow host from the 70s. 

“Honestly, Jake, I feel no different. Daniel, I love you, man, but not like that,” Josh answered, pointing at his little brother curled up into Danny’s chest like an overgrown cat to prove his point. 

“So, that means…” Jake prompted, holding out his hand as if to cue Daniel to understand. It didn’t work. 

“I still don’t get it. And now I’ll have two of you on top of me-” 

“Oh my god,” Josh impatiently groaned, tossing his head back in frustration as he scrubbed a hand down his face. 

“Jesus, you’re dumb, Dan,” Jake added, exasperation of his own causing him to pinch the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. 

“I’m sure he’ll figure it out eventually,” Greta optimistically offered, her voice cutting through the groaning from the twins. 

“But, wait, what should I do? Is there anything I can do to help Sam? Or, like, cure him?” Danny inquired, electing to ignore the twins and their antics. 

“You’re just going to have to wait it out,” Greta answered, her voice not even remotely sympathetic to Danny’s plight. 

“Thanks for the insight, Greta.” Jake leaned in towards the phone again, giving it a two fingered salute. 

“Yeah, and thank you for the free blackmail!” Josh was smiling as he waved at the phone, his tone chipper and not at all matching the devious words he spoke. 

“Any time, boys!” 

And with that, the call had ended. 

“Well, we best get going,” Josh sighed as he got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head. 

“Yep. Seems like you and Sam need some time to yourselves.” Jake had playfully nudged his baby brother on the shoulder with his hand, Sam only responding with a half-hearted grunt of annoyance at being jostled. 

“Wait, hold on-” 

“Goodbye, lovebirds!” 

With a slam of the door that carried with it a sense of finality, Daniel was left alone with a love-drugged Sam. In his house. Alone. 

“I thought they’d never leave,” Sam yawned, mimicking his older brother from earlier as he stretched his arms above his head, his face pinching together as he did so. Daniel pointedly did not look at the sliver of tan skin the bassist exposed above his waistband as he stretched, a playful teasing of his happy trail poking out briefly. 

“Uh, what?” 

“The twins! I thought they wouldn’t take the hint,” Sam playfully implied, his hands tracing up from their perch on Daniel’s stomach to his pecs. And that was when he realized that Sammy was straddling his hips and looming above him with a look in his eye and a smirk on his lips that was anything but innocent. 

Danny was stuck in his position on the couch, feeling like those butterflies they displayed in glass with those pins that pierced through their wings stabbing through his own limbs. He felt frozen, caught between his own animalistic desire and his morality; the angel and devil on his shoulders waging a war. 

“Are you hungry?” Daniel squeaked out, his voice breaking as he shoved Sam off of him and bolted off the couch. He felt like his face was on fire as the rest of his skin prickled with its own heat. He stood himself on the opposite side of the room, all but pressing his back to the wall. He didn’t care what that witch or the twins said; Sammy would never do that. 

He’s not himself. 

Once Sam recovered from Danny tossing him into the couch, Sam turned those sultry eyes back onto the drummer. “Yeah. For you.” 

Daniel gulped. Sam’s voice had purred out of his lips, matching the very clear bedroom eyes he was shooting Daniel. And Danny was not liking how his body was reacting to that. 

“I’ll order sushi,” Daniel quickly stated before bolting out of the room and away from Sam as fast as he could. 

+++ 

Dinner was an ordeal. Daniel had to essentially manipulate Sammy into eating, which made him feel like garbage. But, he tried to reassure himself by saying it was for Sam’s own good. And if Danny had to use his powers of suggestion over Sam to do it, then it was just a means to an end. To be fair, it wasn’t like he was forcing Sam to do something like make out with Danny or anything like that. It was just getting him to eat his goddamn sushi. 

It also didn’t help that Sam had scooched his chair right up beside Danny’s and would move closer to him each time Danny had tried to move away. And then Sam had tried to feed Danny his food. Which was… an experience. 

“C’moooooooooon Danny! It’ll be cute like Lady and the Tramp!” Sam whined, waving his chopsticks in the air. 

Daniel, knowing his willpower against Sam was weakening, relented. He huffed out a “fine” and half-heartedly opened his mouth. Sam squealed excitedly before gently picking up a roll with his chopsticks and placing it between Danny’s lips. Daniel figured the pain of Sam’s nagging was worth the pleasure of seeing his brilliantly excited smile as Daniel chewed his sushi. 

“Ok, ok, now me!” Sam exclaimed, setting down his chopsticks before opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue like he was about to get his tonsils checked. 

With an exasperated yet fond sigh, Daniel selected a sushi roll and brought it up to Sam, cupping a hand underneath it to catch it if it fell. As he placed the sushi on Sam’s tongue, Daniel made the mistake of looking his friend in the eyes. When he did, his breath hitched inside his throat. Daniel could feel as the air around them crackled with a charged energy that sparked to life as their gazes met. And Daniel felt himself unable to tear his eyes away from Sam as he slowly pulled his chopsticks away.

When Sam slipped the food into his mouth and began to chew, that was when Daniel was able to look away. 

That was a few hours ago. The two of them were once again cuddled up on Danny’s couch, Sam trying his absolute best to get every part of his body touching every part of Daniel’s. They had thrown on a crime procedural show; Bones or Law & Order, Daniel didn’t know. He was far too distracted by how Sam kept attempting to get Danny to kiss him or let him blow him or an assortment of other things that made his face glow bright red. 

He’s not in his right mind, Daniel had to keep reminding himself. And he would not break to love-drugged Sam no matter how many times he would flash Danny those puppy eyes that would normally make him fold like a house of cards under a slight breeze. 

“Daaaaaaaanyyyyyyyyyy,” Sam sang, wiggling himself onto Danny’s lap in order to plant himself right in front of Daniel’s field of view. He would no longer be ignored, despite the fact that Sam had always had Danny’s full attention; he just was acting as though he hadn’t. 

“Sam, I’m trying to watch this,” Daniel weakly protested. He had no idea what the plot of the episode was, much less the actual name of the show. 

“Watch me instead,” Sam whined, his shoulders slouching as he theatrically threw his head back in frustration, “you’ve been ignoring me all day.” 

“That’s not true-” 

“It’s like you don’t love me.” And that was what finally caused Daniel to break his facade. He looked Sam right in the eyes, taking in the pout of his lips and the dejected nature of his eyes. Daniel isn’t ashamed to admit that he felt his chest ache at the sight. There was genuine heartbreak in Sammy’s eyes that did nothing to quell the guilt that had been thrumming through Daniel’s veins all day. 

Sam could not have been further from the truth, really. Daniel did love Sam. Like, embarrassingly so. He felt it swelling in his chest every second that he spent with Sam, even when he wasn’t with him. Actually, that was when he felt it the most, when Sam wasn’t with him. Those were the moments when he found himself wishing for the man to be near, feeling his heart long for his calming and wonderful presence. 

But, he knew Sam didn’t feel that way about Daniel. Danny knew Sam the best out of everyone on earth; he’d be able to tell who Sam was in love with. It wasn’t Daniel. 

“That-That’s not…” Danny didn’t know how to answer that. He really didn’t. He had no idea if Sam would remember anything from this after the potion wore off. He really did not want to risk the most precious thing in his life. 

Instead, Daniel just gently lowered Sam’s head down into the crook of his neck, wrapping his arms around Sam in order to pull him as tightly against his chest as he could. If he couldn’t say it, he’d show it. 

Sam calmed down after that, apparently perfectly content to just exist inside of Danny’s personal space. It wasn’t long after that Daniel felt drowsiness creep up on him. Despite not doing much moving around considering the human ball and chain known as Samuel Kiszka was attached to him all day prevented that, he was still exhausted. Emotionally, that is. Who knew having the love of your life falsely confessing his love for you would be so draining? Danny sure didn’t. 

“Alright,” Danny yawned, reaching for the remote to turn off the tv, “time for bed.” 

“Carry me,” Sam murmured, already half asleep against Danny. 

“Sam…” Daniel protested with a sigh, knowing that he was going to anyway but hoping Sam would change his mind. 

“Please, baby,” the bassist whined, moving his head so that one eye poked out from his curtain of hair to give Danny that wretched Puppy Look. 

Like the whipped man that he was, Danny just sighed as his shoulders sagged in defeat. After shuffling around Sam’s limbs to better fit around Danny as he stood, Daniel walked the two of them up to his bedroom. Danny decidedly did not think about what this would look like to an outsider. 

“When did you get so heavy,” Danny grunted halfway up the stairs. 

“It’s not nice to comment on a lady’s weight,” Sam shot back, his face still completely nuzzled into Danny’s neck. The breath of his words made Daniel have to suppress a shiver. 

“Oh, I didn’t know I was talking to a lady.” 

Sam giggled, the vibrant and gorgeous sound making Danny’s heart soar. 

Jesus, he was so doomed. 

+++

It had taken some master level bargaining on Daniel’s part, but he was able to convince Sam to leave him alone long enough so that they could each finish their nighttime routines. Daniel had just loaned Sam a pair of his sleep shorts and a shirt to use as pajamas; the shorts were just a bit too big on Sam and caused the waistband to sit dangerously low on his hips. Daniel found himself having to force his eyes to focus on anything other than that sliver of skin on Sam’s abdomen, which was an incredibly hard task. 

Daniel was far from surprised when Sam had climbed into the bed next to him and proceeded to wrap all of his limbs around Danny. It was like the man had managed to find the exact places where he would fit perfectly against Danny like he was meant to be there. Frankly, it was driving Daniel mad. 

“Don’t I get a kiss goodnight?” Sam hummed directly into the drummer’s ear, able to feel the vibrations in his best friend’s chest that was pressed into his side. 

The question made Danny sigh. He knew what would happen if he said no. 

“You’re going to keep going until I snap or give in, won’t you?” Daniel addressed the ceiling, unsure if he was speaking to Sam or god at this point. 

“Yep,” Sam replied, popping the P in the word. Daniel could hear the mischievous smile in his words. 

Now, it was just a matter of weighing Daniel’s conscience against his desire to get some goddamn rest. And, well, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to kiss Sam. But, once again, not like this. But… well, it wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed before. It happened a few years ago when they were both drunk; the both of them had laughed it off afterwards, but neither of them spoke of it again. Danny was sure that if he had explained to Sam that he was only doing it to get him to relent so that he could sleep, Sam would understand. Hell, this would be far from the first time Danny had done something Sam had asked of him to get him to shut up so he could sleep. 

“Fine,” Daniel had begrudgingly agreed, the word sighed out. But, before he could tell Sam that he was only going to get a quick peck and nothing else, Sam had pounced. 

Danny’s cries of protest had been drowned out by the press of Sam’s unfairly soft lips, his facial hair not an unpleasant bristle against his skin. But, no matter how good it felt, Danny couldn’t allow this to continue. There was just one small problem: Sam had managed to snake his hands from where they had wrapped around Danny’s torso to his head. He felt those lithe fingers weave their way into his curls, locking him in place like a boa constrictor did with their prey. No matter how… how hot that was, Daniel was the one in his right mind. He was the one responsible for his own action, so that meant he had to… to… oh, dear lord, Sam’s tongue was soft; feeling like the finest velvet money could buy. It beckoned Daniel’s own tongue, gently pleading with it to slip inside Sam’s mouth. And, truly, who was Danny to argue? And, god forgive him, Sam’s mouth was so warm and inviting, it should be a sin. 

Daniel blames his fixation on Sam’s mouth for the reason he failed to notice just how long their kiss had lasted. What finally broke him out of his trance was when Sam’s thigh slipped its way between Daniel’s own, brushing against his interested dick and pulling a surprised yelp from his lips. 

Fighting against Sam’s, admittedly strong, grip on his hair, Daniel pulled away from Sam. He made sure to physically push away Sam’s thigh from its spot between Danny’s legs, knowing that should have been his first act. He was out of breath; another indicator for just how he had failed to be responsible. And looking into Sam’s confused and hurt eyes did nothing to help the guilt mushrooming within his chest. 

“You’ll thank me later,” Daniel explained, even sounding out of breath as he tried to put as much distance between himself and Sam as the love-drugged man would allow. Or you’ll hate me later. 

“But what about here and now?” Sam whined, closing the precious distance Danny had built up. 

“You got what you wanted-” and fucking then some, “-just go to sleep.” 

“Daaaaaaaan-”

“Go to sleep, Sam.” Daniel snapped, immediately regretting his tone as soon as he saw the genuine hurt in those amber eyes. 

With a scowl, Sam settled down into the sheets. What hurt the most, though, was when Sam had retracted all of his limbs from where they intertwined with Daniel’s, flipping on his side to face away from his best friend. Despite having wished for it all day, Danny had no idea it would hurt so fucking much. 

Even though he wanted to so fucking badly, Daniel did not reconcile the situation. It was for the best, he had to tell himself. This way, Daniel would be able to actually sleep and Sam wouldn’t be as weirded out towards Danny when he inevitably snapped out of this spell. 

It was for the best. 

Then why does it feel so wrong? 

+++

Daniel had gotten no sleep. 

Despite how much he tried, it seemed that every time he closed his eyes he was met by the image of Sammy’s disappointed face. He knew, deep down, that it was the right thing for him to do, to push Sam away like that. But that really was a thin comfort when the hurt in Sam’s eyes before he disentangled himself from Danny was still playing on loop in his head. Isn’t that what he had been trying to avoid this whole time? Hurting Sam? And, somehow, he had managed to do just that. It was frustrating and exhausting and Danny just wanted to get some fucking sleep. 

Through the night, however, Sam had managed to intertwine himself once more with Danny. It felt like a hollow victory. And when he eventually, slowly, woke up, Sam had seemed to be completely over their spat from the night prior. 

He had simply stretched his arms over his head, his hair a mess of tangles and static, and asked Daniel about breakfast. How Danny had wished that he could just brush off what happened the night prior. 

The rest of the day had happened much like the day before; Sam refusing to let Danny stray too far from his touch. It had been inconvenient as Danny tried to go about his day with another person attached to him at the hip. However, he was able to adapt by lunch time. Sammy was still whispering things in his ear that made his blood simmer in his veins and did nothing to suppress his guilt at what images and scenarios his brain supplied him with. 

Daniel had resigned himself to the fact that his day now would revolve around Sam entirely. He had wanted to go to the grocery store to restock his fridge that was becoming barren, but he knew there was the possibility that someone would recognize the two of them and their… compromising position. 

So, instead of going out and being productive like he had wanted to, he sequestered the two of them to his house. They settled on a Harry Potter marathon, Daniel once again unable to focus on the screen whatsoever with Sam pawing at him continuously. Daniel had ordered food and plopped the two of them on the couch. 

By the fourth movie, Sam had fallen asleep in Danny’s lap. Daniel, now with those doe eyes off of him, felt that he was finally able to end his guise of watching the screen. It had reached the late afternoon, that golden light sun streaming in through the windows of his living room and highlighting the lazy dust mites floating in the air. Most devastatingly, however, was how that sun had focused on Sammy’s profile. The man looked angelic, ethereal in a way that should not be feasible for a mortal. His hair glowed a golden hue, making it look like a halo was crowned onto his head. It made Danny’s heart ache within his chest. 

Daniel had been so distracted by how gorgeous his best friend looked that he failed to really notice that Sammy was beginning to wake up. 

“Daniel?” Sam’s voice was gravelly again. Danny felt his eyes focus on Sam’s, snapping him back into his own mind. 

“Sam?” 

“Wh… What happened?” Sam had lifted himself off of Danny’s chest, sliding a hand from where it rested on the small of Danny’s back to grab at his head. He blinked rapidly, sweeping his eyes around the room as if it was foreign to him with a grimace on his face. 

“How much do you remember?” 

There was a pause before Sam responded, his eyes sliding their focus in on Danny’s. “Remember? Dan, I’m not missing any time.” 

And if that didn’t make Daniel’s blood run cold. 

“So… So…” Danny couldn’t spit it out. No matter how much he wanted to, he just couldn’t say that Sam knew everything. That would make it real. 

“So… what happened?” Sam prompted again, seeming to be more lucid with each passing second. 

Danny involuntarily gulped, feeling a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t that hard to say what happened; he already told the twins. So why the hell was it so difficult to look Sam in the eye. 

“You… You remember that vial from my jacket that you drank?” 

“Mhm, tasted like bubblegum.” 

“...Yeah. Well, that uhh…” 

Oh, for fucks sake! Just say it! 

“It was a love potion,” Daniel rushed out, the words all mushing together to sound like one long word. 

Another beat of silence passed between the two, Sam staring down at Daniel from his perch in his lap and Daniel looking everywhere he could that wasn’t Sam’s eyes. He really wished Sam would move, it would at least help the raging blush on his cheeks. At least slightly. 

“Oh, sick!!” 

Finally, Daniel looked Sam in the eye. Of all the ways he had forecasted that Sam would react to that information, enthusiasm and whimsy was not even on the list. He had expected Sam to get awkward, to politely remove himself from Danny’s touch and make an exit as quickly as possible. He had far from expected Sam to link his hands behind Danny’s neck and eagerly inquire about the potion. 

“Dude, that’s so cool! You know what this means, don’t you??” 

“...No?” 

“Magic is real! And we just proved it!!” Sam’s smile was huge, bright enough to outshine the sun. 

“Sam-” 

“So, like, how does it actually work? Like, I remember that conversation we had with the witch about it only affecting those who already are in love, or whatever, but did she say the actual mechanics of how it worked? Like, is there a special ingredient that it needs to work?” Sam reminded Danny of a puppy in that moment. His eyes were bright and full of enthusiasm, his entire body buzzing with an energy that made it impossible for him to sit still. 

This time, it was Daniel who failed to give a timely response. His mind was too busy reeling over what Sam had glossed over during his rambling to properly process the man’s question. Realizing that the reason Sam was looking at him so expectantly was due to him waiting on the drummer, Danny shook his head to force it to work. 

“H-Hold on,” he began, taking a hand that had rested on Sam’s waist and bringing it up to his forehead, “you… you remember that conversation?? You were asleep!!” 

Danny hadn’t meant for his voice to come out like a screech, however he was just so damn confused that he really couldn’t focus the brain power on proper speech etiquette. 

“What?” Now it was Sam’s turn to knit his brow in confusion. “Oh, yeah! No, I was just faking it. It’s an old trick I pull out sometimes to get out of work; I started doing it so that Jake, Josh, and Ronnie were stuck doing chores instead of me.” 

Daniel felt like he was losing his mind. How was Sam so goddamn chipper about this?? 

“Ok. Ok. Oh my god.” Daniel forced himself to take a breath. It felt as if his entire world was crumbling beneath his feet and his brain was struggling to keep up with the rapidly shifting terrain. 

“So, you remember that whole conversation.” It wasn’t a question, though Danny had intended it to be. 

“Yep!” Danny felt a piece of his soul die at the chipper tone Sam used. He elected to ignore it. 

“And… that means you understand how it actually works…” 

“Apparently better than you did, Danny Boy,” Sam snarked, a playful grin that bordered on flirtatious spreading across his lips. 

Danny could only stare incredulously at Sam. 

“And you’re ok with it??” 

“...Yeah,” Sam answered slowly, “I already knew I was in love with you.” 

And that, right there, was how Daniel Wagner died. In retrospect, he had a good go of it. He was able to follow his dreams, be a rockstar. If he had to pick one, he’d say his one regret in life was ever befriending Samuel fucking Kiszka. It would have saved his life, after all. 

“Danny?” 

Sammy’s voice snapped him out of his cardiac arrest, pulling him back to the present. 

“Y-You… You…” Once again, Daniel felt like his brain was melting out of his head and pouring out of his ears. This can’t be real. Like, it just can’t. “You already… me??” 

“Yeah…” Sammy was looking at him strangely, as if Danny were the one acting weird. 

“You realize what you just told me, right??” 

“I don’t understand why you’re acting so surprised. You already knew this.” 

Danny tried to follow Sam’s logic in his head, he really did. He was still under the spell. He had to be. It was the only way Sam’s behavior made any sense to him. 

“Sam… you were drugged, ok? I don’t know exactly how, but those… your… actions were not your own,” Danny tried to explain, careful and gentle as possible. 

Then, it was as if a lightbulb went off inside Sam’s head. Daniel felt relief hit him; finally Sam got it. They could move past this and save their friendship. 

“Daniel, look at me,” Sammy slid his hands from behind Daniel’s neck to rest them on the sides of his face, positioning it so that Danny had to look at him, “I am not under any spell right now. I am in my sane mind, do you get me?” 

Danny opened his mouth to speak, but Sam cut him off before he had the ability to protest. 

“I am so fucking in love with you. Like, so fucking in love it’s probably illegal. And that was why the potion worked. Because I am in love with you. If I wasn’t, it wouldn’t have worked at all… do you understand what I am telling you in very clear, not-able-to-be-misinterpreted words?” Sam had said every sentence slowly and with a gravity to it that left no room for debate. They were spoken as fact; as law. Just how energy cannot be created nor destroyed, Sam Kiszka was in love with Daniel Wagner. 

Yet Daniel still had a hard time grasping the concept. 

“But… all that… that cuddling and-and kissing and all that… you’ve never acted that way before,” Daniel reasoned, believing this to be the work of the potion and hard evidence to support that belief. 

Sam just laughed, the noise warming up the ice that had frozen in Danny’s veins. 

“I always wanna kiss you, Daniel. The only reason I hadn’t yet was because I didn’t think you wanted me that way. And before you try and say it was the potion forcing me, it just never occurred to me to not act upon my feelings.” 

Danny was still apprehensive, unable to fully grapple with the concept that Sam wanted to kiss him at all times. But, he was beginning to see what everyone had been telling him the past 24 hours. 

“...Prove it.” 

With nothing but a quick “ok” spoken under his breath, Sam wasted no time launching forward and locking his lips with Danny’s. His hands slid from Danny’s cheeks to the back of his head, manipulating it so that Sam could tip it back and deepen the kiss. Once again, Danny felt dizzy. But, unlike the other kiss the two of them shared last night, this one was quick and urgent. Sam had something to prove and he was not about to let Daniel walk away from this without getting his point through Danny’s thick skull. 

It was Sam who eventually pulled away, having to gasp for air. 

“Holy shit,” Danny panted, his head feeling woozy as he took in the sight of his best friend looking absolutely ruined, yet giddy just from his lips. 

“Yeah,” Sam breathed in response, his smile turning dopey as he laughed. 

“You… You love me…” 

Danny watched in real time the excitement and shock that flooded Sam’s eyes. 

“Oh, thank fucking god,” Sam quickly uttered, throwing his head back, “YOU FINALLY GET IT!” Sam had taken to shaking Danny by the shoulders. 

“That’s actually great news because I’m also in love with you,” Daniel admitted, a giddiness of his own flooding his veins at finally being able to say those words out loud to Sam. 

“I would fucking hope so, you dense idiot.” There was no malice in Sam’s words. Quite the opposite, really. He had leaned back down onto Danny’s chest, burying his face into Danny’s neck as they embraced. 

“Wait… when did you-” 

“Truthfully? When we graduated.”

Daniel started to process what that meant. Since we graduated…

“YOU MEAN WE ACTUALLY COULD’VE FUCKED THIS WHOLE TIME??” 

+++

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[ghouljams]

https://www.tumblr.com/earththings/726379676040314880 Witch coded!!!

Yes!!! God fall would be such a fun time for Witch, all the gourds and apples and ciders. She could have her own booth at a farmers market selling home made drinks and charms. I get all sorts of witchy booths at my farmers market but I imagine hers would be very.... hard to ignore.

It would draw you in and you'd pick up something particular that you weren't really looking at or for. You don't really know why you picked it up, but Witch smiles at you over her book, marks her page and stands to tell you what it is you're looking at. Something the seems terribly mundane but when she talks about it you go "oh like a magic thing?" And she nods, "yeah like a magic thing." And maybe you're not someone who normally goes for that sort of thing but somehow you can't put it down, you have to have this stupid magic thing. So you hand her some cash, you hope the appropriate amount, and she grins at you before shooing you off to enjoy the rest of the market.

And then somehow the magic thing works, like works immediately. You're healthier, or you get a promotion at work, your crush asks you out, your skin clears, you don't have nightmares anymore. You don't believe in magic, but... maybe just this once. (You never find her booth again and no one knows what you're talking about when you ask)

#ghoul speaks #oc: witch

[hiswitchcraft]

Hey!! I really like your blog! I'm also trans masc and a witch. I seem to have a hard time meeting and becoming friends with other witches, do you have any advice about that? Thanks :)

Aw thanks! Welcome. Other trans masc witches get a lil favoritism around here, as a treat. I've actually never been asked this before, and I love this question! I absolutely do have advice about that.

How to Meet & Befriend Other Witches

So you're probably socially anxious like me and not gonna like this one, but the answer is interacting with people. You might have to get outside your comfort zone.

If you're on here? Ask creators questions. Reblog posts. Join discussions. Make your own posts even! You could make a post saying you're looking for other witches like you to follow be mutuals with. You could even make content in general. I'll reblog it. Some of the people closest to me, even people who have my personal instagram or people I've met in person were people who just messaged me some questions on here one day. So I'm big on encouraging people to ask questions or just start making content. I'm big on people asking me questions in general, because I have a special interest, but you get the idea.

Anyways do this on any other social media you use too. Find creators who talk about witchcraft on all platforms. Just follow witches and interact with them anywhere you can!

If you wanna meet witches in person, I have advice for that too. I live in what people consider a very conservative and Christian place but there are still pockets of us. Actually the biggest witchcraft event I've ever been to is coming up in March and I'm so excited! There are also local/localish witchy markets that happen all the time. You'd be surprised. So start searching! Join facebook groups, local ones if you can. Look for events on facebook or instagram or whatever. Google *insert your town or nearby city* with words like metaphysical, witch, witchcraft, etc. Find metaphysical shops, witchy shops, markets, all that. Anything you've got nearby. Go consistently. Befriend the vendors or employees. At the same booth as someone? Oh hey, I was looking at that too. See a nice outfit or pretty accessory on someone else? Especially if it's witchy, compliment them. Ask if they're a witch, ask about their practice. Find a way to strike up a conversation and get out there and talk to people.

Basically this whole thing can be summarized by saying get out there and talk to people! In any way or anywhere that you can.

I really hope this helps! Especially as someone who's never answered this before, and who has really enjoyed making content and meeting other witches in all sorts of places 💕

#this post has autism written all over it and idc #fun fact I've actually started teaching more people irl now #I'm gonna start tabling at a local market next month and you best BELIEVE I will be hunting for new witches #hunting sounds so violent but I am merely too enthusiastic #pls forgive me #anyways it's real tags time #witch #witchblr #witchcraft #witch community #meeting other witch friends #looking for witches

[oceanspray5]

Been obsessed with Beth Crowley's Midnight for Kaider but another song I have on loop atm is Porter Robinson's Everything Goes On. I don't even play LoL and barely know what Star Guardian is but I'd be lying if the story between Xayah and Rakan didn't have me intrigued. So now ofc it has me thinking of a Kaider AU along those lines. Not exactly sure how it'd work but maybe:

Channary gets to live a few extra years. Manages to get a marriage alliance proposition agreed to with King Rikan and hence Kaider grow up visiting each other on Earth and Luna more or less ala @impossiblesuitcase's fic.

Except Channary does die eventually and Cinder isn't old enough for the throne yet so Levana steps in. For this to work maybe the throne passes on to the heir on their 18-21st birthday?

Everyone thinks Levana killed Channary (she didn't) but everyone knows she's going to kill Cinder. Her days are numbered and she knows it despite Kai's vehement denial. I imagine they'd be around 14-16 here?

Except Cinder does end up "dead" in a fire. In a more plot heavy version of the headcanon, perhaps Levana implies Earthens brought the matches and killed Cinder and vows to "avenge" her neice unless she gets reparations. But even if we avoid this whole plotline, Levana does try and pass it off as Cinder dying in a fire.

Earth and Luna mourn and Kai is inconsolable except he refuses to believe he's dead. He grabs on to the slightest sliver of a rumor and holds on to it like its his lifeline. He throws himself into investigating it, discreetly when eventually Torin and his dad and the royal therapist force him to put an end to it.

In this version Cinder doesn't end up in a healing stasis for quite as long. Perhaps a year or two at most. When she wakes up, shes a cyborg and has immense memory loss from the trauma. Garan adopts her, gets Letumosis and dies. Adri and Pearl are their witchy selves. Peony and Iko remain angels.

So you have the setup:

Prince Kai of the Eastern Commonwealth sneaking into New Beijing because Nainsi broke right before he had the conclusive proof he needed to show his dad and Torin that his Selene was alive. At this point everyone in the Commonwealth seems to think Kai is in a deep grief he'll never recover from and atp everyone's wondering if Prince Kai will ever find himself a bride now that he's 20 and still hung up on his childhood love. Its that pity and condescention that only infuriates Kai more so he keeps searching.

He ends up at the budding yet already renowned mechanic Linh Cinder's booth. Kai sees her and does a double take, afraid he's seen a ghost. He could cry because if he's not mistaken, the girl in front of him is his Selene. Except Selene doesn't recognize him. Doesn't know who he is besides the Crown Prince despite his extremely efficient disguise comprising of one inconspicuous hoodie.

She's so different now too. Her fine silks and once shiny hair is now replaced with cargo pants and a grease stained shirt, her hair dull in its luster and sheen now. She has a grease splotch on her forehead that Kai yearns to wipe from her brow but restrains himself. She's just as beautiful as the day he lost her, maybe even more so. But a doubt does creep in for a second...

Maybe he has it all wrong. Maybe she's just a doppleganger. How and why would Selene even be working as a mechanic in the Beijing market instead of coming to him for help or telling the world she's alive? How did she survive the fire even though in his heart he always knew she did. He needs some proof for this too. It's a testament to how not insane he is from his grief at losing the love of his life that he restrains himself from bursting from all these questions and overwhelming her with his grief and affection. Take that Dad! Take that Torin and Royal Therapist!

So Kai swallows down his words and the lump in his throat and the urge to burst into tears and tells Cinder what's wrong with Nainsi and asks her how long it'll take for the problem to be fixed. In that brief interval Kai manages to count at least 10 different ticks that endeared Selene to him. He's memorized every single one since they were kids. He knows this is his missing princess.

He doesn't know why Selene doesn't remember him and it is soul-crushing to know she's right in front of him but he can't do anything about it. He needs to get her to remember or at least gain her trust and friendship long enough that he can break the news of her origins to her gently. Her memory loss runs deep and he doesn't want to freak her out even if that would be the fastest way to laying it all out in the open. But Kai is tactful and shows restraint.

Instead, he ends up showing up to her booth regularly to jog her memory and tries to aski her out repeatedly to the Annual Peace Ball. He hopes if she shows up then it'll help her remember the countless times they spent together at them. Maybe he could sneak her away and show her her old room which Kai had insisted be kept exactly as it was left before she "died". He can't help some affection slipping past the cracks like the fond way he looks at her and the smile he's only ever saved for her.

In summary: if he thought this would freak Cinder out less... He failed.

But Cinder does keep getting random bursts of memories. Sometimes through nightmares. Sometimes through dreams of another life. Of a rather insane mother who doted on her and a charming boy who's love shone in his eyes and gentle touch. She doesn't understand why he looks like Kai and keeps dismissing it as fantasies she's always longed for combined with the exhaustion of Adri's chores. Kai would never like her if he knew she was a cyborg. She has no intention of getting her hopes up.

So Kai keeps wooing Cinder and Cinder keeps unintentionally suppressing her memories or dismissing them, certain Kai's rambling stories about his childhood with the deceased Lunar princess Selene are affecting her sleep.

Now eventually when Cinder gets her memories back it could go one of two ways:

She tells him because it's Kai and her heart bursts with love at how intensely he held on to the trust that she's alive and kept trying to revive her memories.

OR (and my personal favorite cuz angst)

She has the same feelings as in option 1 but is too scared that she'll put him in danger knowing what Levana did to her but also more than that, she's internalized Adri's words so much and the way society treats cyborgs that she's certain Kai would never love her now that she's no longer fully human and has even seemed to have lost her Lunar glamour that may have been able to hide the imperfection of her extremities otherwise that would have made her tolerable to Kai after her little accident in the fire.

So Kai continues to woo his lost princess turned mechanic, more in love with her than ever, new quirks and imperfections and all while Cinder has a daily meltdown about how badly she wants to kiss Kai but also about how badly that would end once he finds out what she's become.

In this AU, Rikan does not die cuz I need Kai stress free so he can continue his shenanigans. Peony also does not die because the only angst we need is Cinder being overly critical of herself and Kai's pained longing to have the love of his life back.

Idk how the rest of the Rampion crew would play into this cuz admittedly I just wanted an angsty Kaider situation where Kai has to save Cinder from herself like Xayah has to for Rakan in the Everything Goes On MV.

Any further suggestions for this AU welcome! Also if someone wants to write it then be my guest and do tag me cuz I am in too much of a writing slump these days to do so myself.

#the lunar chronicles #tlc #emperor kaito #prince kai #kaider #linh cinder #cinder x kai #kai x cinder #rampion crew #kaider au #channary blackburn #levana Blackburn #princess selene blackburn #emperor kai

[wormonastringtheory]

HI EVERYONE SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING THIS MONTH HAS BEEN SO BUSY QUICK UPDATES:

-my art was published in a zine!!!!!

-my robotics STEMathon team i mentored won our event

-i went to a Tessa Violet concert and held hands with two friends in one week, one of who i held hands with at the concert

-when Tessa announced kitchen song as a song about being in love with your best friend i felt my heart exploding but i couldn't tell who it was about, it wasn't about the three i always talk with

-i realized the next day, at a bus stop back in my city, when an old, very very close long term friend pulls up to the bus stop bc her sister recognized me from afar and she just smiles and chats and it's lovely. we'd reconnected after a few years of not chatting much bc of pandemic in January and I'd have inklings of potentially liking her but kinda pushed them aside. I realize during the conversation how beautiful and warm and kind she is. Walking to robotics after the bus, I finally clue into my feelings.

-we'd become quite close in this time, and the time felt natural and safe. I've started getting more affectionate and stuff since clue-ing in

-this week i started getting very affectionate. i asked her to be my date to a queer prom, we slow danced to the start of WTTBP, took the silly prom pose photos at the photo booth, and then after she asked to go for ice cream and we just chatted more. She seems more affectionate too lately?

-i confessed my feelings for her this morning at 2am and waiting for her to reply back but oh my god I've known her 13 years we were childhood close friends we sang duets together we sang 1000 YEARS together it would be so cute. I love her. I'll find out soon if it's mutual.

Other Stuff

-i might be on a panel for pride month about lateral violence in the form of ableism

-finally got my EDS appointment

-applied to a summer camp, got the job!?! the camp is super queer, I'm working a queer retreat and perhaps doing drag at it

-having a CT scan for my abdominal issues that have been worsening

-the started me on a med that seems to actually help with my pain and it made me have a day my WHOLE BODY DIDNT HURT

-I'm officially graduating

-Ive organized queer events in my city, including a protest

-i'm helping organize a huge group of people to protect drag shows around my province

-ive started walking a lot

-i'm processing illness trauma

-ive stayed connected with exes mom and she wished me a happy pride and was super happy about the queer prom thing

-my ex is actually doing surprising well given everything, after a coma, survived the double lung transplant and is kicking ass the best they can

-my coworkers at summer camp are mostly younger so I've become a queer den mother type person

-my boss is a polyam drag king

-i am making a lot of art and people like it

-participated in two studies

-started ACTING IN LIKE. ACTUAL SHOWS AND FILMS

-went to a witchy night market

[breelandwalker]

Midsommer Witch Market

Sunday, June 26th, 12pm-5pm Diversity Richmond (Sherwood Ave, Richmond VA) (Masks required for indoor portion)

Join us for our Midsommer witch market! We will have 75 vendors , along with a mocktail booth and a dance performance of mid summer celebration. Come get supplies, art, and things to add to your summer rituals!

I’ll have my usual selection of books and kits and witchy goodies, plus you can stop by and say hi in person, take a selfie, ask questions, all that good stuff. And trust me, it’s NOT a bother - I absolutely love meeting my readers and listeners in real life, it sparks so much joy, so if you’re going to be in the area, by all means stop by. 😊🌻

#witchblr #pagan #witch market #midsummer #summer solstice #witchy things #wicca

[safarigirlsp]

I'll be honest, I was so eager to join in the autumn requests but couldn't think of a single idea so I've pretty much missed my chance 🤧 Still, I know whatever you have in store is going to be marvellous! The way you write for each and every character is just *chef's kiss*, but between you and I, Flip & Jacques are my absolute favourite ;)

P.S: Thank you for contributing to my ADCU addiction! I barely know this man but I am eating up his content like it's Thanksgiving ❤🤧 Have I ever told you how cute your header is!!

P.P.S: Say you're visiting Clyde at work, when the bar's empty for the time being, would you rather straddle him on the booth seat or have him trap you against the bar? I'm asking for... research purposes 🚶🏻‍♀️

Thank you so much! I’m glad you’re finding some stories you enjoy in my craziness!! I love Jacques and Flip the most too! I can’t get enough of writing and reading about them! It’s definitely going to be a Jacques and Flip halloween!

I have couple things with Flip already written. One with a modern Flip and one with a gunfighter Flip. I have a couple witchy stories planned, some devils, and some fun murdery Jacques. Hopefully there’ll be some good stuff!

And omg thank you for your lovely comment on my header! I’m shocked anyone even noticed it! 💗

On Clyde, that’s such a difficult choice! There’s no bad option! I think I’d personally have to opt for being trapped against the bar by him! I love the big aggressive alpha men acting just like that, big and sexy and aggressive! I’d love him to shove me against the bar and tower over me while he plants his hands on either side of the bartop and cages me inside his arms. From the front, he could lean in and kiss me deeply or he could come up from behind, wrap his arms around my waist and kiss my neck. Such a fun thought! 💗

[mistresskayla-blog1]

Strange & Wonderful original script

Fandom: Richard Armitage

Pairings: Richard Armitage x Fem reader OC ( Kayla Crowe)

Content/warnings:

Stalking, anxiety, pursuit, rescue, sexual references, witchy, clairvoyance, tremors, psychic attacks, TBD.

Summary:

Kayla and Richard attempt to have breakfast together the morning after their meeting and drama ensues, though not the type you would think dining in public with a celebrity.

Scene: Breakfast and the Runner

French Bakery Restaurant:

___________________ NYC 10 am EST

Exterior: NYC street front by the restaurant

Interior: French bakery – mid size, bustling.

Simple elegant table ware and chairs. Ground floor seating was full. Richard led Kayla to the stairwell leading up one wall to the right.

They all ascend the stairs, Richard leading ahead of Kayla. Julian and Phillip trailing behind.

Richard: Second floor is quieter this time in the morning.

Kayla: You come here often for breakfast?

Richard: When I have guests of importance. Yes.

Kayla: (Shegrinned) Right, funny.

Julian, Phillip, Kayla and Richard found seating. Richard and Kayla sat opposite each other. Phillip and Julian found a booth with proper display of the full seating area and sat down.

Kayla: So, I am of importance, am I?

Richard: Well.. admired.. lady (smiles) You are becoming so, yes.

Kayla: Oh (looks down as she places a napkin in her lap from the table)

A waiter appears a few moments later and hands them menus. Kayla ordered a café au lait, and Richard a coffee Americano. Smiles exchanged between them. The waiter left with their drink orders..

Richard pretended to be interested in the menu, as he observed her. Kayla caught his gaze.

Kayla: You’ve got to stop doing that, its creeping me out.

Richard: What? Looking at you? (smirks)

Kayla: Yeah, I’m not used to.. well, You doing that. (Kayla sounded incredulous).

Richard: Do you know what you want?

Kayla: I mean, of course, but I’m not going to.. Oh! (laughs – covering her mouth) You meant for breakfast.

Richard’s eyebrow quirks up in playful response.

Richard: Alright, now you’ve peaked my interest.

Richard says setting his menu down on the table and taking her resting hand in his own.

Kayla: Oh god. I didn’t mean that. I just… (trails off) Kayla met Richard’s gaze and held it steady, her breath quivering.

Richard: Kayl-er. What is it? What aren’t you telling me?

Richard prodded with his stare, but was gentle on her hand.

Kayla: (Kayla withdrew her hand from the table and placed it back in her lap)

Let’s just have a nice breakfast shall we?

Nervously looks at Julian and Phillip and fiddles with a pendant around her neck.

Richard: (Broke the stare and looked at his menu again).

The waiter reappeared Richard asked for toast and butter. Kayla ordered some eggs and fruit.

The waiter offered her toast as well,

Kayla: No, no. I’m fine. He can have my bread, (put her hand over her mouth in embarrassment) Gosh, I’m sorry. I used to a certain..

The waiter left, retrieving their menus. Kayla looked over towards the large windows of the front of the restaurant.

Richard: Your not used to eating with someone who can afford food, are you?

Kayla: (Kayla was drinking some table water and nearly choked on it) Well when you say it That way, it sounds horrible. But that’s not why I said what I said.

Coffee is placed between them.

Richard: Its just bread. I don’t eat much in the mornings. My constitution and all. (Richard sips his coffee)

Kayla: That makes sense. A lot of early mornings, work before eating, I suppose.

Richard: Exactly.

Kayla: I love breakfast.. lots of choices. (grins)

Richard: Did you have anything you wanted to share about purpose?

Kayla: Meaning?

Richard: Why the universe conspired to bring us together, now.. (gestures to the room).

Kayla: Oh, for Love I think, and to build worlds.. (smirks, looking off towards the ceiling)

Richard: Build.. worlds.. (Richard grins as he looks at Kayla’s eyes searching the room for focus) Hmm,. I like the sound of that.

Kayla: It is the ultimate life goal, is it not? To build the world in our own way.. You certainly work in an industry that can build worlds.

Food arrives in front of them. Kayla looks at it and sighs. Richard spreads butter on his toast.

Richard: That is a very true. We do create things that may not exist, or are a shadow of reality.

Kayla: Oh, my yes. A shadow. I like that. (smiles). Do you ever feel like you are living a parallel life?

Richard: (Chokes on his bread) In what way?

Kayla: Oh sorry. No frame of reference. I guess I meant a reflective version of life?

Richard: That makes it sound like I’m shamming it.. is that what you mean? (curious tone)

Kayla: Oh, god no. Not at all. I meant do you ever feel like you might be somewhere else, while you are here?

Richard: Do you have these sorts of conversations with other people? (inquisitive look)

Kayla: (Kayla looks over to Julian and then back to Richard)

Yes, I do.(chuckles) But not this openly I guess. (smiles)

Richard: Well then, (raises his cup) Cheers to having open discussions about the existential crisis of hollyweird, ya? (Then scoffs and drinks, grinning at her)

Kayla: (Kayla matches Richard’s gaze and bumps his cup with her own) Yeah. You think I’m a nutter don’t you?

Richard: Immediately gets serious. I don’t think anything of the sort. Do I strike you as someone who would entertain someone I found disturbing?

Kayla: Disturbed, no. Intriguing yes.

(Kayla looks down again, concentrating on her food)

Richard: (Richard stares at her) You are intriguing and very un-disturbing fair lady (smiles).

Kayla: (Looks up at him and catches his gaze)

Well, (sighs) thank you for saying that.

Richard: I mean it, though. I’m very, (pause) careful with my words and my praise of others.

(eats some toast, chewing)

Kayla: I see. (takes a breath) Well thank you again. (Kayla’s phone buzzes on the table, she looks down at it, almost as if she forgot it was there) Excuse me (Kayla looks at her messages, responds to a few and sets it back down)

Richard: Of course. (Richard continues to eat, checking the time on his watch and looking back at Julian) Everything alright?

Kayla: (Responds nervously) Yeah, yeah. Its fine.

Richard: Kayla, is everything ok?

Kayla starts to ring her hands in her lap, Richard cannot see, but she has stopped making eye contact with him, even though he has spoken to her

Kayla: Uhuh.. Kayla’s eyes start to close a moment, then seem to flutter back open. Kayla pulls at her right ear as if to stifle something, her breath shuddering.

Richard: (Richard puts down his coffee and moves to get up) Kayla? (a questioning tone)

Kayla’s eyes flutter again the ringing in her ears blocking his voice out, and Kayla’s body relaxes against the chair, eyes closed. Richard moves around the table to her side. Julian and Phillip are up out of their seats immediately. Richard grips her shoulders and lightly rouses her,

Kayla? Can you hear me? (nervous tone)

Seconds pass like hours – Richard’s hands start to get warmer as he maintains contact with Kayla until he has to let them off as they feel like they are burning up. When Richard lets go of Kayla, she springs awake. Kayla’s eyes focus in front of her, then she looks at him, dousing his hands in the ice water at the table.

Kayla looks mortified.

Kayla: Oh my god.. I’m so sorry. Did I?

Richard: its fine. I’m alright. What happened? You were.. gone.

(Dries his hands off, looking at them again, the skin was red, but unharmed. Kayla moved to touch him, Richard moves away a bit for a moment)

Kayla looks down, sullen. Kayla places her napkin back on the table and stands, collecting her things.

Kayla: I’m sorry for the trouble I have caused. I should be going.

Richard: Wait. Please. Don’t go. I…

Kayla: (Kayla looks back at him, putting her coat back on) I’m alright. And you’ll be fine too. Its just your first time (smiles).

Richard moves towards her swiftly as she descends the stairs.

Richard: You can’t leave without an explanation. (Richard crosses in front of her on the stairs) Look. Please. I need to know your..

Kayla: (Locks eyes with him) I am fine. I just have to be somewhere else right now.

(Kayla reaches for Richard’s cheek, as he stands below her on the step, brushing her hand against his stubble)

Thank you for your care.

(Kayla’s hand drifts down to his chest, at his heart, Richard’s eyes follow her hand, then return to her face)

And your energy.

(Kayla audibly sighs, and closes her eyes a moment, swaying a bit. Richard keeps his eyes locked on her. Waiting for her to fall forward. Kayla smiles and opens her eyes, removing her hand again, and Richard’s breath catches as if something has left him a moment. Just like the other night. Kayla moves past him, and down the stairs, out the front door and down the street..

Richard looks after her, his hand at his face, it drifts down to his heart, Richard looks visibly shaken, then a Cheshire grin crosses his lips,

he chuckles under his breath “she’s fun” he mouths.

Julian: Sir, are you alright?

Richard: I’m fine. I’m fine. (waves a hand off).

Richard makes his way down the stairs, pays and leaves the restaurant. Richard steps out on to the street and looks back and forth. Richard looks to the driver who is standing at the car.

Richard (to driver): Did you see which way she went?

Driver: Nods. Yeah. Up that way, (indicating the street to Richard’s left)

Richard: Thanks.

Julian: Sir, perhaps we should take the car.

Richard: Phillip can keep up with me.

(Phillip nods and walks with Richard down the street towards Kayla)

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Scene: Finding Kayla

Exterior: New York City street – SoHo

Sidewalk in front of the café’

DIRECTION:

Show Kayla’s path first, then Richard trailing after her. Kayla exits the restaurant, and looks both ways swiftly. She looks back towards the restaurant and sees him still on the stairs.

The driver acknowledges her and she waves him off.

Kayla walks briskly up the street, finding the end of a block quickly and turning. Kayla makes it past a few shops before darting into an alleyway. Kayla throws her back against a brick wall, steadying herself and starts to cry out. Kayla crouches to her knees, her breathing forced but controlled.

Kayla (to herself): Ok.. ok. This is not what we trained for. Oh.. my god. He is powerful too. Shit, shit.

Kayla turns towards the brick wall, leaning against it, her hands on the cool masonry. Kaylas swearing has woken someone in the alley. She doesn’t notice him until he speaks.

Bum: Hey.. pretty. What’s going on, I was trying to catch some beauty sleep.. and then.. I wake up.. and you’re here. Ha! Maybe it worked (slurred).

Kayla froze. She could smell him before he reached her. Kayla slowly turned around to face him, dropping her knee a bit to brace for impact.

The bum moved to touch Kayla and an arm shot out between the bum and Kayla. Richard’s arm moved swiftly between the bum and Kayla.

Richard: That’s, my bird. (Richard placed himself between Kayla and the bum)

Bum: Hey.. hey.. its alright.. (bum backs off).

I just wanted a whiff.. she smells so good. Can’t you smell that? Like coconut and strawberries. (Bum stumbles)

Kayla is flat against the brick now, panting a bit, Kayla takes Richard in, like gulps of air. Richard is inches from her again and she can feel his energy, his heat and smell his scent. Sweet and musky cologne and a deep virile masculine scent.

Richard smiles at the bum.

Richard: Yeah. I know (to the bum)

Phillip is in the alleyway now, coming up short on the scene. Phillip looks to Richard, who looks at the bum uninterested.

Richard: (to Kayla) You know you really shouldn’t be out here by yourself.

Kayla is still at his back

Kayla: (Kayla is composed as Richard turns towards her) Yeah, well, you shouldn’t go chasing after girls you hardly know, either. (smirks)

Richard: You’re not just a girl.

(Denies the impulse to kiss her, just looks into her eyes for a moment before questioning her)

Seriously what was your plan? Evade me? Walk back to your hotel?

Kayla: That’s not exactly fair. I was trying to give you an out.

Richard: An out? From what? You lit me up, then did a runner.

Kayla: I can explain that. Really. (looks at him) Can we go talk somewhere, (looks away) else?

Richard: Nods deliberate and slow

Yeah, yeah. Of course. (Richard puts his arm out escort style and turns towards the sidewalk, Kayla takes his arm and leans into him)

Shall we?

Kayla sighs into calm, looking towards the bum who was counting out some money Phillip had given him. Richard and Kayla stroll back to the car, Phillip behind them. They all climb into the car and drive off.

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[thenewrubyred-blog]

I didn't realize it would be so hard to make friends. Like real friends. I grew up with lots of friends around me in school, but now I know they weren't real friends. They were just using me and making fun of me behind me back. Knowing now that I'm Autistic/Neurodivergent helps me in that I know its common for people like me to have a tough time making friends. I'm glad I met G at least because he gets me and I feel like he does so much better than me in social situations. When we meet people I feel safer with him because it's like he's my proof or my evidence that I'm not a total loser. Because he's literally the coolest and everyone respects him, so they know he wouldn't be with someone who's totally weird. Or at least that's what my brain is trying to convince me.

I went to a market last night for witchy people like me and I hoped that I might be able to meet someone or at least buy a few cute things. Every booth I went to I just felt like I was in the way and uncomfortable. I felt so stupid for even being there. It felt like people could tell I was a loser and I had to leave early. I'm glad I bought tickets for this one event to make a sun catcher because that went well. But the entire time I felt so lost and unwelcome which sucked. I really wanted this community to accept me and I feel like such a fraud of a person. Like I didn't ask to be born and I'm just trying to find a place I belong so I can stop hating my own existence.

[saint-gerard-of-arc]

Womanhood is not a costume

Okay first off:

Secondly: Joanne why are you on tumblr? Shouldnt you be somewhere writing a book about how much everyone hates you?

#witchy's ask booth #hey what the fuck is this about lmao

[sailorsirius]

I Didn’t Meet Zachary This Weekend

I was going to wait until I felt a little more ready to type all this out, but I'm starting to forget important details, so I need to go ahead and do it if I'm going to.

I was supposed to meet Zachary this past weekend. I didn't. I don't know why.

There was kind of a big, slow, potent lead-up to the realization that I would specifically be meeting him in the flesh at Comicpalooza. I did a reading with Archangelhypnosis. I even got a bunch of crystals and jewelry for various purposes, which isn’t normally something I’d do; but since it felt like I was being instructed to procure these things for this specific purpose, I did it anyway. (They worked, by the way. To my complete surprise.)

Evie warned me that this could be a distressing experience. She mentioned that there would be negative energies attempting to antagonize me or delay or prevent my meeting Zach, and boyyyy were they trying it. Shit kept happening left and right: M suddenly not being able to make it to the convention one of the three days and me scrambling to figure out a way to go anyway; not feeling well physically; being absolutely inundated with negative thoughts and doubts that were most certainly not coming from my own mind; meditating just before I left for the first day, only to be interrupted back to back to back to back with notifications on my phone despite having turned notifications off.

But to be honest, I was like… lmao fuck you, get out of my way. I wasn’t really concerned about it, because I was going to see this through. I was going to find Zach no matter how hard it got.

I looked so fucking cute, man. I got myself a bunch of temp tattoos and put them all over. I did my makeup all nice and my hair in a way I never would have thought to do before--again, that feeling like I was being instructed to do so. Like I was cosplaying as myself, or as Jessie, so he would recognize me when he saw me.

It didn't happen on Friday. But that's okay, I didn't think it would. It definitely felt like it'd be Saturday. That night, he came to me in a dream and kissed me right on my third eye. Once, twice, three times, like he didn't want to stop kissing me. It was so beautiful and sweet. I knew that was important. It felt like encouragement.

Saturday came. I had my crystals with me. I had my mind right. I felt relatively relaxed. I wandered through the exhibitor hall and could see shifting and intermingling of everyone's energies--something in the past I’ve only been able to feel, and not in more than a rudimentary sense. I saw signs everywhere, like walking by the witchy booth that just happened to have the Lovers card first in a stack on their table, and then looking up and just happening to see an encouraging number. There are so many other things, I can't remember all of them.

At one point, I felt so at peace and felt his presence so strongly in that room that I asked him, “Where are you?”

"Close," he said. I could feel the smile in his voice. He was right there. He could have been any of the hundreds of people in that hall. He told me to stay calm and focused. Hold onto the thread, follow it. “Come find me.”

I fucking tried so hard. I was right there. HE was right there.

I don't know what happened. It was like someone pulled the plug out of the wall. Suddenly, I didn't feel him there anymore. The color drained out of my surroundings. I had been given the gift of seeing distinct energies around me, but that was gone now. I went home absolutely exhausted and came back on Sunday to that same feeling that he was simply not there. I even asked him, "Are you here?"

The silence was profound.

I cried for three days. I still don't get it, and I get the feeling I'm not supposed to know what happened. My first thought was that I had slid into Having Expectations, but we'd gotten so far! Surely we wouldn't have made it that far if I was doing something wrong. Was it one of the handful of people I thought could be him, and I'd convinced myself they weren't and ruined it? No way. I would have known immediately and without question that it was him. Or, he would have bridged the gap. I also thought maybe Angel Michael had been  wrong, but I don't think it's that either. I just don't understand–if it wasn't going to happen, why did we get SO CLOSE?

It's been really hard to think about Zach and excruciating trying to work myself out of that RSD "I've been rejected and abandoned and I never deserved to have this anyway" hole. He's been right next to me all week, feeling just as disappointed and confused as me. He's letting me figure it out and he's not taking it personally when I don't want to think about him because it hurts too much. But it's still such a comfort to feel him there even if it's not in the flesh like I thought it would be. I know we're still going to meet–that's the whole point of this life. To find him and fulfill our role together. But damn if this wasn't one of the most painful and exhausting experiences of my life.

Evie kindly checked in on me when she didn’t hear back about whether I’d found him or not. She offered me commiseration–apparently she’d been through this several times before she finally found Luther. She also offered to ask Michael about it in the next session they did. His counsel was that Zach had succumbed to interruptions; he also said that there would be many more opportunities to meet… and that we live very close to each other. Which is fantastic if true, but knowing myself, I’ll be looking for him everywhere I go until I figure out how to let this just be what it is.

Never in my LIFE did I think this would be so grueling, oh my god. I’m so tired, and I feel like we’ve only just started.

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#zachary #cosmic twins #twin flames #alien papers

[tatiana-petrovna]

Come Away To the Water. Book VII

(read book I here) (book II here) (book III here) (book IV here) & (book V here) & (book VI here)

Come away little light, come away to the darkness To the ones appointed to see it through In the shade of the night we’ll come looking for you Come away little lamb come away to the water Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter Give yourself so we might live anew

fandom: midnight mass pairing: Father Paul x 2nd person OFC (Helena Belleforest) summary: “That’s my job. To know the people in my community.” “You mean the sheep in your flock.” “Especially the little black ones that like to wander off.” His voice is so tender. You wonder if Jesus spoke with this same tenderness. You think, if he did, you would’ve defied Rome for him too. warning: nsft (18+ interaction only)

(playlist) a/n: hey I posted some sheriff smut you should go read it :P taglist: @shannon-posts @seraphiiii @witchy–owl @allergic-to-reality @viatenebrosa @lucie-pevensie @wolfieellsworld @midnight-mess @plainlo-inthemorning @goingtoraisins (if I missed anyone just lmk I’m so sorry if I did!)

“You know you’re describing a vampire, right?” The shock has worn off and you’re just now starting to feel rational thought burgeoning in your mind again. Sitting next to Paul in a little kebab joint in Queens, you reach for the fountain root beer you’d ordered and take a sip. You’d desperately needed to get off the island, if only to come up for air. Thankfully, Paul had been so grateful you were still beside him after his secret had come out, he’d been happy to grant you any request.

Beside you in the booth seat, he chuckles softly and sips his mint tea.

“How familiar are you with vampire lore?”

“Very.” You respond, confident with your knowledge in this arena. Your bookshelves are overflowing with mythology from every corner of the globe. But vampires are kind of your thing. The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice became your favorite book at age 12 and you’ve been obsessed with anything lacking a pulse ever since.

“So, you can tell me about the first vampire legend in recorded history?” He seems a little too amused and you have to wonder what’s up his sleeve. Still, you bite.

“Sekhmet. Badass warrior.” The grin on your face practically glows in your eyes. “She was said to drink the blood of those she slayed in battle. She was worshipped as a goddess because, as the story goes, her blood could heal those she gave it to. Even the fallen soldiers who fought under her command. Like them, she would always rise again after she was slain.”

He gives you a nod of approval, a twinge of pride in his smirk.

“Are there things you don’t know?”

“I mean don’t ask me to like… divide.”

You shrug, laughing softly at your inability to perform even basic math. “I dunno, we’re always discussing religion and mythology and stuff. That’s me. That’s who I am. If we talked about… how to change a flat tire or build a good stock portfolio, I promise I'd sound a lot less nerdy.”

“You’re not nerdy.” Swaying into you, his shoulder bumps your own gently.

“I am.” You snort, “But so are you so I don’t cry about it to my therapist anymore.”

Paul rolls his eyes, then steals a piece of chicken off your plate.

“Sekhmet.” He drags you out of your ADD and back to the conversation at hand. You think, he’d make a very good university professor with his ability to guide conversations. But maybe that’s just you enjoying the thought of getting him alone during office hours. “Do you remember where that myth originated?”

“Egypt.” You shrug. Too easy.

“And her lineage?”

“Uh…” It takes a moment for you to remember this particular detail. Then, suddenly, it occurs to you why. Because she had claimed none. At least not a mortal lineage. “She said her father sent her, the…”

Realization dawns on your face and Paul nods somberly.

“The sun god, Ra. King of the Egyptian pantheon. Father of all creation. He sent her to earth to cleanse it of those who offended him with sin. But he could not bring himself to look upon these horrors with his own eyes. So he allowed Sekhmet to walk only at night.”

“So you think she was an angel too?”

“You don’t?”

It's tough to argue his logic when he’s got you resolving your own questions and finding his answers lying at the bottom of each rabbit hole. “So we… met angels. But we didn’t realize they were angels. And we called them vampires? Thinking we were classifying a species of monster. When in reality…”

“In reality, these were messengers of God.”

“Hmm…” Tugging off the plastic cover of your cup, you shake a piece of ice free and pop it into your mouth. Turn it over with your tongue while your thoughts swirl around.

“It’s a lot, I know.” He offers, sensing the weight of everything you thought you knew being rearranged. His hand finds your upper spine and flattens there, rubbing in slow circles to comfort you. “If you think about it though… it makes some sense. Take this, all of you, and drink from it: this is the cup of my blood, the blood of the new and everlasting covenant. It will be shed for you and for all so that sins may be forgiven. Do this in memory of me. You know the Consecration as well as I do, I’m sure, I mean… it sounds pretty self explanatory.”

“I’m sorry,” Turning to him wide eyed, it takes some effort not to choke on your ice. “Now you’re saying Jesus was a vampire?”

Paul’s head tips to the side, eyeing you almost as if disappointed. But his voice remains as gentle and patient as ever.

“And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men stood by them in dazzling apparel. And as they were frightened and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, “Why do you seek the living among the dead?”

Sighing sharply, you shift enough to lean against his side. You like the way his arm wraps across your shoulders like he was carved to fit around you. The way his long fingers play gently through your curls.

“Fine, Jesus was a vampire.” You concede, rubbing at your tired eyes. A deep yawn quickly follows and you decide you’re ready to clock out of theology class for the night. As if he can feel your fatigue himself, Paul gives in to a yawn of his own and drops a soft kiss to your head.

“We’ve probably missed the Belle, you know.”

“Well, we’ll just have to sleep in this booth then.” You close your eyes as if you’re truly resolved. But you’re forced to open them as his body shakes with a deep chuckle before he moves to stand.

“Not a chance.” Moving to toss his paper plate out and yours, Paul offers you his hand a moment later. “I may not have the body of an eighty-year old man any longer, but I still don’t think my back could take that.”

Smirking softly, you pull your coat on and clasp his hand firmly with yours.

"Is that an invitation to test out what your new, younger back can take?"

He eyes you dangerously and you giggle, knowing you're being bad and enjoying every second of it. You like even more the way this feels. Just walking around the city hand in hand with him. No priestly collar tonight, just a t shirt and a hoodie over slim fit jeans to cover his tall frame. No nosy islanders, just the lights of NYC and the pools of shadow in between. Almost like you're both normal. Almost like this could be yours. Like really yours. It makes a favorite song of yours surface in your mind.

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask and neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

“Alright, alright. Let’s do something fun though.” Your big eyes sparkle as the possibilities run through your mind. “Wanna get a room at the Waldorf and sneak into the pool?”

“Um...The archdiocese doesn’t really pay in that tax bracket, so...” He reminds you with a pointed look.

“Okay,” You roll your eyes at his adorable but antiquated assumption that he’s expected to pay. “Well, I don’t like to throw this around on the Island of Lost Toys, but daddy did alright for himself on Wall Street after he escaped Crockett, so. If I wanna stay at the Waldorf, that’s what I’m gunna do.”

Brows lifting, he looks you over. Amusement twitching at the corners of his mouth, he shakes his head more at himself than at you, knowing he’s resolved to follow anywhere you lead.

“Spoiled little princess.”

“And here I was ready to invite you along with me.” Flashing him a cheeky smile over your shoulder, you lean into the street and hail for a cab.

“I’m still coming with you. Even if you make me sleep in the bathtub. I’m not letting you wander around New York City alone at night.”

“Don’t be silly, Paul. We both know you would never fit in a hotel bathtub. Not even at the Waldorf.”

~~~

“This is a bad idea.” He glances around nervously, holding a towel from the room in his hands.

You want to call him out for thinking he has the right to adjourn over what is and isn’t a bad idea after bringing a demon-angel back to Crockett Island from the Holy Land. But you decide to let it go for now.

“It was a $300 cash tip, Paul. The security guy is not gunna fuck us over. Relax, sweetheart.” Leaning up on your toes, you brush a kiss to his jawline and flash him a smile.

Mike, the security guy you’d bribed to give you after hours pool access stands at the end of the fitness center's empty hallway.

“Only an hour or two. I’m off at 1am, so I need this back in time to wipe the drive.”

“Sir, yes sir.” You give Mike your best salute and he hands you the key card in exchange. “See you in an hour, captain.”

“Have fun.” He eyes Paul up as if he’s a bit jealous this is being wasted on a man who looks like he’s got a prescription medication for his allergy to fun. But that’s kind of the point. You can’t imagine your… - okay boyfriend seems not the right word… and you can’t call him your lover...well, whatever he is - you can’t imagine the last time he had some proper breaking and entering fun. If ever. It's not like any girls on Crockett are trouble in the way that you always have been.

The harsh fluorescent lights inside the pool room are off and you leave them that way. The kinder, golden lights embedded inside the pool walls seem more than enough.

Shedding your sweater and boots slowly, you let your eyes brush across the room to Paul. It occurs to you only in this moment why he’s really nervous about this entire thing. Sure, you’ve cuddled and you’ve kissed. But you’ve never undressed for each other. His hoodie falls to a nearby lounge chair. Then his t shirt. You don’t even try to hide your eyes caressing every inch of his smooth, pale skin.

His shoulders are even broader than you’d realized. Arms and ribs defined in more a way than they have any right to be. You brush your jeans down and kick them away, eyes never leaving his body. Slowly padding backwards towards the pool, you can’t help but pause by the railing, still drinking him in.

“You’re really fucking beautiful…” The words are a whisper on your lips, and barely that.

Brows rising in surprise, you watch him chuckle as if you’re telling a bad joke. Carefully, he pads over to you, the growing bulge in his briefs impossible to hide. Caressing his fingertips along your cheek, then your neck, he stays quiet, waiting for the follow up. For the boot to drop. When you stay silent, he shakes his head a bit and his chest caves slightly like he’s reeling from the effort it takes to let your words sink in.

“That can’t be all you have to say right now.” Wetting his lips, the back of his fingertips grazes slowly along your collarbone, like ice skates on a winter pond. “Please say something else.”

“Like what…?” You try not to laugh, but it’s impossible. Slowly, you step backwards down into the pool. Thankfully, Mike had turned the heat on and the water is blissfully warm against the cool skin of your legs. Taking his hand, you pull gently, refusing to move unless he follows.

He bites his lip hard, glancing over your shoulder like he’s searching for his resolve in the deep end.

“Helena…”

Pulling him down into a kiss, you lose your balance as his weight falls against yours. For a few long moments the whole world is nothing but hot water and his creamy skin and your mouths moving together. Around you, your hair floats like a halo and his legs brush your own as you both roll, kicking to the surface. If there is a heaven, you refuse to believe it could be better than this.

Before he can say much, you’re swimming forward. Standing in the shallows feels anything but romantic when he’s as tall as he is.

“You know we don’t have to, love.” You call back to him as you surface by one of the lights in the deep end. Soaking wet, your skin and hair glow in the golden halo of it. Thinking he’s several yards behind, you focus on brushing the hair out of your face. “We can just”-

Suddenly he’s got a grip on your arm and turns you around to face him. With the water only 6’ deep, he’s able to stand here easily and pin you to the wall while his mouth catches your own.

Whimpering softly, your body trembles in surprise and it takes a second before you’ve recovered enough to react. Snaking your legs around his waist, you wrap one arm securely around his neck and cling like he’s a liferaft. Your mouth tips to the side, deepening the kiss. Fingers brushing up into his wet hair.

Tongue caressing yours, Paul lets his hands wander. Feels along the smooth skin of your thighs. Traces his thumbs across the crest of your ribs, smoothing over each one as if counting to make sure each is accounted for.

The adrenaline hits you all at once as you feel him lift you and the rush of it makes you giggle softly, breathlessly. His own chuckle follows and, as you’re sat on the edge of the pool wall, he pulls you down into another soft kiss. Without a word, your panties are tugged down. Tossed aside, unnecessary.

For a moment, he just looks up at you. All big brown eyes brimming with wanting. A sort of silent understanding passes between you. That he’s never actually done this before. That he’ll need you to guide him. Nodding slowly, you shift your weight enough to rest one hand back against the cement. The other brushes into his hair, fisting gently as you slide a thigh over one of his broad shoulders.

The heat of his mouth finds your folds with ease and your stomach hitches in surprise. Head falling back, you let go of a soft groan, rolling your hips to meet his tongue as it explores through your folds. He catches the squeak of pleasure in your throat easily when he finds your clit. Savors the way you shudder as he tests the spot again.

“Mmmm...right there, baby… mmhmm… that’s so good…” Fingers tightening gently in his hair, you hold him in place so he’s sure of what you want.

Feeling the little bud spasm against the lashing of his tongue, he groans deep in his chest. His hands tighten around your thigh and your hip.

“Can you...put your mouth around it and just…ohhh…” Your eyes roll back hard as he sucks your clit between his lips as if on instinct, as if he knows your needs like his own. As if he can feel your body like you can feel his. Nails dragging firmly between his shoulder blades, you grind your hips lightly, desperate.

“So fucking good, baby...you’re so fucking good...yes…”

A growl rumbles in his throat from all your praise and you swear you can feel his toes curling against the pool floor. You’re so sure you can feel the blood rushing through his body, making him ache for you until it hurts.

Panting softly, you grip his shoulder hard as he brings you right to the edge. You have to cover your own mouth to muffle the scream as you shake hard in his hands. Everything bursts into dizzying spirals, like a thousand stars combusting inside of you. Across the whole universe. Maybe both all at once.

“Ohhhh…” Paul’s tongue laps eagerly through your cum, like a kitten tasting milk for the first time and it makes your aftershocks nearly ramp up into another full blown orgasm. Legs trembling, you gently nudge him back. Lean down to kiss him with a grin on your pretty mouth. “Hmm...good job, baby...thank you.”

Slowly you slide down into the pool again and wrap yourself around his body all over again. Curiously, you can no longer feel him hard against you.

“Did you…” Pulling back to find his eyes, you search him out. You’ve never met a man you could finish without even touching him. Granted… it’s very likely been decades for him. Gods, and then decades on top of that. As long as you’d imagined he’d been waiting, you realize now as the ‘restored by the blood of angels’ thing comes back to you, he’s actually been left lonely so much longer than that. A whole god damn lifetime.

Dark pink in his cheeks, he nods and dips his head to nudge your cheek with his nose.

“It’s the blood… I fed you some that night after you fainted. To heal you. But… it allows us to…”

“Feel each other?”

He nods again, almost sheepishly. Suddenly, a thought occurs to you and you can’t help the wicked grin it draws out.

“So if I were to stay up all night… thinking of you… touching myself…”

Head tipping back, Paul drags in a deep breath. Your nose wrinkles as you giggle in amusement.

“I imagine I would...be able to feel that too. Yes.” Kissing your forehead, you feel the tip of his nose nuzzling your skin as he shakes his head in disbelief at how relentless you are in your torture. “Thank you for putting that very sinful thought in my mind.”

“Yeah, but technically that’s not a sin. Right? Technically.”

“Technically, it’s a sin for me to even… think about you that way.”

“Oh. So, no confessing to my local priest about how good you are with your tongue then?” You give him an innocently questioning glance and it earns you a gentle swat to your backside.

“Don’t you dare come into my confessional, little girl.” Despite his words, Paul is laughing heartily at the thought. If you had any intention of behaving yourself, his attitude on the matter might be different. But you both know that you’d never walk into his church with holy intentions.

“Yes, father.” You tease him with a sigh across his neck, nipping the smooth skin there with your teeth. He has such a beautiful neck, it always takes every fiber of restraint in your body to ignore the constant impulse screaming at you to ravage the skin there with your tongue and teeth and lips.

“Good girl.” Groaning softly in response, Paul pushes away from the wall so he can just float with you. As he buries his nose in your skin. And you lose yourself in a daydream. A fantasy where things are completely different.

Where the pool is a Roman bath and the hotel is a palace and you're a princess who doesn't have to answer to anyone. Least of all, the islanders of a small fishing village. It's so easy to imagine, so clear in your mind... it almost feels like a past life.

#father paul x reader #father paul imagine #midnight mass fanfiction #happy smut sunday babes #helena x paul #c: helena belleforest #my writing #story: come away to the water

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Lost Boys: Strip Mall Club 7

Part One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight 

The Lost Boys x Reader

Word Count: 3,133

Summary: Reader meets up with Star to get the scoop on what’s really happening in town. Also featuring some Monster Bashers and David being David. 

It was a good decision to have this breakfast meeting at a café. The smell of food and coffee was absolutely wonderful, and you savored it as you approached the hostess.

She greeted you with a practiced smile. “Good morning! How many?”

“I’m supposed to meet someone.” You glanced around the space and quickly located Star at a booth against the windows. “She’s over there actually.

“Sure thing, go right ahead,” she said waving you forward.

For being a weekday morning, the place was nearly full. The restaurant was fit to be called a café—it was a small, one room space that was cozy without feeling like you were under a microscope. Servers went to and from the kitchen with orders, bustling past you while carrying trays of food.

The crowd looked to be of mainly retired age and there was a lot of conversation happening across different groups—they must all be regulars.

Star spotted you almost as quickly as you had spotted her, and waited patiently with a smile that was hard to read.

You slid into the booth, the cracked vinyl cushion creaking unattractively. Wincing, you shrugged awkwardly on behalf of the cushion.

Star waved away the concern. “Don’t worry about it. They haven’t reupholstered in a while so a lot of the chairs and booths do that.”

“Glad to know it wasn’t just me.” You had no idea why your brain decided to latch on to this very minor thing but you could feel heat concentrating in your face. After all, there was still a lot to potentially be anxious about. “So…What’s good to order from here?”

Coming out and asking her what she wanted directly seemed like a little too much at the moment. You had just gotten there and the two of you didn’t know each other all that well. You would have to settle for small talk for now.

“Hmm.” She pointed at the drink section of the menu, which was impressive given that it was upside down from her point of view. “I don’t know if you’re a coffee or tea person, but there’s no such thing as a bad pick; they’re all really good.”

The recommendation came at just the right time since the waitress approached to take orders. Star was already sipping on milky coffee so you decided on a drink as well. You chose not to add food to the order because Star wasn’t eating anything and you were just trying to match her vibe.

With a hot drink on the way, you tried to bring up the subject again. Tried being the key word—when you went to speak up, nothing made it past your throat and your mind was suddenly blank.

Classic.

Instead, Star took the lead. “How is your aunt doing?”

“Good, she’s doing good. It seems like there’s always some big event on the horizon to keep her, and the business, busy, which is how she likes it.”

You tried to remember back to the bonfire, so that you could question her, too. “How about you? I think you also own a business, right?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “I’m impressed that you remembered. I have a new age store close to the beach.”

“That sounds really cool!” And it really did. “I have to be honest though, I have no idea what all you would sell at a new age shop.” The term new age conjured thoughts of crystals and mediation music, but you didn’t want to assume.

That launched an introduction to what exactly Star did at her shop. Yes, there were crystals and soothing music available—there were also salts, smudging herbs, weekly tarot card readings, and oils that she offered.

Oils for healing, oils for chakra balance, oils just for fragrance.

So many oils.

“Witchy,” you commented. Until you worried that maybe she didn’t like that label. “In a good way, of course!”

“Yes, very witchy,” she laughed. She had a nice laugh, one that lifted her cheeks and showed off her white teeth. It was the most open and relaxed you had seen her in the short time you’d known each other.

You held out your mostly finished mug with a small ring of liquid and leftover sludge at the bottom. “Can you read my fortune from this?”

Brown curls bounced when she nodded. Tilting the cup this way and that, she gazed at it with a pensive face.

Underneath the table, your feet shuffled excitedly. You’d only asked as sort of a joke, but now that she seemed to be taking it seriously, you actually were curious to hear what she would say. It was much more fun than serious conversation.

The wait was tough but at last, she said, “I see tall, dark beasts in your future.”

A mental image of all four of your boys popped up and you decided that you liked the idea of them sticking around long term. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

The easy-going vibe that had developed over the course of coffee vanished. Star’s mouth turned downwards and she sat up straight to look you dead in the eyes. “You should be scared.”

Goosebumps raised on your forearms and there was a sinking sensation in your gut. The warning was alarmist, and she hadn’t presented any proof why you should be, but you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. She sounded the way she had on the phone, and at the beach before that even. 

She was the one who sounded scared.

Steeling yourself, you finally asked her want you’d wanted to since you agreed to meet her at the café. “Oh, really? Is that why you wanted to talk about?”

Star leaned in close, whispering. “The boys…They’re not what you think they are.”

You found that you were more willing to be direct with her when it was the boys’ honor being called into question. “I mean, I realize that you’ve known them longer, but that’s a little unfair to me. We’ve been working in the same space for a while and now that we’re…well, they’ve been great to me.” 

It didn’t matter that David had bullied you at the beginning, or that Marko threw tantrums sometimes, or that Paul could be a little too handsy in public at times. Even Dwayne periodically unleashing his normally inner bitchy thoughts out loud didn’t faze you anymore.

They may be feral, and a little intimidating, but they were yours and you would defend them.

“Listen to what I’m saying. They’re not what you think they are,” Star stressed.

“Just because you all had a falling out doesn’t mean you can’t act civilly. We’re all human beings here.”

“But that’s just it!” She clenched both fists, still keeping her volume at a whisper despite the fierceness in her voice. “They’re not human!”

“…” You didn’t know what to say to that. Not—they weren’t—

Your first reaction was to dismiss it as nonsense. “Right,” you drawled, frustrated and a little angry. She’d dragged you here only to bad mouth your boys and she couldn’t even face her issues with them, like an adult. “If they’re not human, then what does that make them?”

“Vampires.”

Huh. At least she chose an inherently sexy type of monster to make them into. “Nice. Is it because we sleep all day and work—well, sometimes party and goof off—all night? You have to admit, being a vamp sounds like fun.”

“I am being one hundred percent serious, Y/N, when I promise you that it isn’t.”

You cocked your head amused. “I suppose you’re speaking from personal experience?”

She sagged, seemingly relieved that you were playing along. “Yes. It was an extremely close call but, luckily for me, Michael got me out of that bad situation before it was too late.”

“Sounds to me like you missed out, not that you were saved.”

Two heads suddenly popped out from the booth behind you, both of them were young. “It’s not a joke, civilian.” You weren’t good at guessing people’s ages but they were somewhere on the early teen spectrum. “Creatures of the night are one of the biggest threats to this town and those undead bloodsuckers you call ‘co-workers’ are at the center of the entire conspiracy!”

Several of the other nearby tables turned to look at the loud announcement. They didn’t seem impressed by the idea of a supernatural conspiracy.

Turning red, the two new boys waved off the onlookers and shoved their way into your booth, piling into next to Star. Just like that you were out-numbered three to one with them unfairly stacking the numbers.

You were about to tell them off for budding into other people’s conversations but she spoke first. “You’re not following the plan; we agreed that you would hang back while I handled this.”

“The plan wasn’t working, so now we’re going to pick up your slack,” said the one with the bandana and cut-off tank. Hopefully he wasn’t trying to show off his guns because they weren’t very well defined.

She dragged a hand down her face and started going back and forth with them about the merits of plans.

Wait, wait, wait…Star knew these weirdos? There was still her claim of the boys being vampires to work through, and now, with the added knowledge that what was supposed to be a private conversation had, in fact, been surveilled, you were left feeling some type of way.

“I thought we were supposed to come alone,” you said coolly. The games were getting old very quickly.

“Technically, I never said that I was coming alone, only that you need to,” she admitted sheepishly.

“Yeah, yeah. Besides, you broke that promise too!” The other, quieter boy pointed accusingly at a booth that was all the way across the room.

You followed his finger with a scoff and your eyes about bulged out of your head. Sitting covered in black from head to toe was David.

He wore his long, black trench coat with the collar standing up straight against his neck, black gloves completely covered his hands. Jeans and biker boots were on his bottom half while round sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. Most obnoxious of all was the open black umbrella that he held over him.

You weren’t sure how you had missed him with an ensemble like that. He was absolutely ridiculous being in public like that this early in the morning.

And he must have been watching you, too, because he lowered the umbrella in an attempt to hide his face when you slowly waved at him.

“The jig is up death-breath! You can see you sitting there!” shouted bandana boy, not caring that the other tables were glaring at him again. It was at that point that he whipped out a crudely make wooden stake.

“Shit!” you yelped as you tried to flatten yourself against the window.

“That’s enough Edgar!” Star snatched it away from bandana boy, or rather Edgar, berating him over his stupidity. “You can’t pull out that out in public! You’re going to get us all in trouble.”

“Sorry,” he grumbled. “Instinct.”

Pulling a weapon on someone was an instinct?! What was Star teaching these kids?!

The stake also drew David into the action and he gave up his not-so-successful hiding spot to shove his way into the booth, black umbrella still open.

“Jesus, David, what are you doing here?” You tugged him down to sit next to you. “And you can put the umbrella away, you’re inside of a restaurant—there’s a zero percent chance of rain in here.”

“Zero chance a rain but there’s a one hundred percent chance of a shitstorm heading your way, death breath.” Evidently, Edgar always operated at a twelve out of ten. He needed to take it down a few notches because David wouldn’t care that he was a kid—he’d still lay into him.

He didn’t seem too interested in Edgar though. He was too busy checking on you. “Are these losers hassling you, slugger?” The leather gloves felt buttery smooth as they caressed your hands. “Don’t worry, they’re bark and no bite—I can bite them if you want though.”

It was funny how the other three all reared back in sync. At least they now understood how you felt having them gang up and threaten you. 

Star gathered herself first and smoothed out her skirt. She cleared her throat and gave you a meaning stare that said ‘told you so’ even as her words were directed at David. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, draping his arm around you, the umbrella now covering you as well. “Enjoying some coffee dark enough to match my soul. It’s not a crime, Star.”

“You aren’t here for the coffee. Get real.”

“You can believe whatever you want. It really doesn’t matter to me.” His signature smirk made everyone on the other side of the booth bristle in annoyance.

For once, you understood why David liked being a shit—it was fun to irritate others, especially when they weren’t at the top of your favorite people list.

“If there weren’t witnesses around, I’d stake you right here and now, bat boy.” Edgar really had no sense of self-preservation what-so-ever.

He was going to learn today, you thought as David dropped the grin. The difference between a mocking David and a serious one was stark. “It would take me longer to suck up a Capri Sun than it would to drain you dry you little fucker.”

You rolled your eyes and swatted at him. “Stop joking around, he’s just a kid.”

“He wasn’t a kid when he tried to murder Marko,” he said not looking away from the other three. “Luckily, we were there to help him out.”

Wait—murder? This was all too much. You never should’ve agreed to come to the café.

Edgar was smug as he covertly wiggled the stake around. “Old Faithful never misses.”

His partner-in-crime tried to reign him in. “Chill out Edgar.” He listened the other boy better than he had with Star and put the weapon away for real.

Star slapped her hands down on the table in surprising show of force. “Don’t get distracted. David: are you a vampire? Yes or no.”

Rather than shutting down the accusation down, he paused, his hand tightening on your shoulder. “Yes,” he finally admitted.

A burst of surprise lit you up. Why would he tell her? She didn’t need any more ammo in her arsenal.

He turned to you knowingly. “Don’t believe it?”

When you laughed in disbelief, he tilted his head very matter-of-factly and lowered the sunglasses enough to reveal yellow mottled eyes and a raised brow line. And then he opened his mouth, fangs extending down to scratch at his lip.

You were so unprepared that you didn’t do anything, remaining still instead. The eyes and fangs…were decidedly not normal. There was no way they were fakes either—he had been completely normal when he sat down and there hadn’t been time for him to have stuck in some prosthetics or contacts.  

Okay then. Breathe in. Breathe out. Pinch yourself to make sure this wasn’t a dream. Ouch! Nope, not a dream.

They had been telling the truth? David was a vampire? An undead immortal? And if David was, chances were that the other strip mall boys were too. The jump to acceptance was astonishingly small, and the fact that they weren’t human wasn’t hard to accept at all.

With growing wonder, you reached out to poke at his newfound fangs and he willingly accommodated the exploration, opening his mouth even further. They were sharper than you expected them to be and you ended up nicking the pad of your thumb on one of them.

His lips closed over it before you could pull it back and he gently sucked, a foreign heat concentrating in your core. You’d never been into bloodletting, but you had to admit that it was kinda hot.

Mirth danced across his face and he released your thumb with a wet pop. He went to speak but was interrupted by the reaction from the other side of the table, the brief bubble you’d created bursting.

You snatched your hand away and straightened up, the others waiting for you to panic. But you had to be honest. “Okay. So, you were right. David’s a vampire. But,” you stressed, “Big deal. Him being a vampire isn’t as unforgivable as his wearing this goofy disguise.”

Although now that you were getting caught up to speed, you realized is was more likely protection from the sun rather than a disguise.

The quieter boy sputtered. “You mean you’re alright with it? But he’s a killer! He admitted it!”

A waitress passing by muttered something about kids spending too much time playing video games. You’d have to confirm with David later now that you knew he had supernatural abilities.

“Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black? You buddy here also admitted to trying to kill one of my boyfriends.”

The two teens were more flabbergasted by your admission that you were dating four vampires than the fact that Edgar was a confirmed attempted murder. You should try to stop him from going down that chosen path. He’d have a higher chance of survival if he adopted a more common passion, like wood working or debate club.

“Are you clowns about done then?” asked David. “Cause it’s way past my bedtime and Y/N had enough information dumped on them for one day.”

They were all torn, especially Star who turned toward you. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” you rushed.

Satisfied, David moved to stand up so that you could leave together, but Star stopped him with a firm grip. Her voice was flat as she said, “We’ll be watching you, David. And if you mess up, just a little bit, Michael will step in.”

He couldn’t hold in his laughter. “If Mikey wants to come at us, he’s more than welcome to try. And tell him I say hi.” It was easy for him to flick her hold off, most likely a perk of being a vampire, and you trailed after him.

All in all, the meeting was a disaster, but it had been very useful. You had quickly accepted the fact that the boys weren’t human like you, and you even understood why they had kept it a secret, but it still stung a bit.

Now that David had told you, it wouldn’t be long before the others found out. It was the perfect time to call a meeting and sit them all down so that they could grovel—you already had some ideas for acceptable penances.

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So what did you all think? We got to meet Sam and Edgar, David pulled a Barnabas Collins from Dark Shadows, and reader might have a thing or fangs.

Fun fact: this chapter was completely rewritten four times until I remembered that this is a crack fic and by its nature doesn’t have to be perfect lol. Thanks for sticking with me and taking the time to read this little series :) 

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys star #the lost boys david #the lost boys imagines

[cherryusa]

CHERRY’S 95th ANNUAL SPIRIT WEEK: THE WITCH TRIALS. 

Join us for a week of local wares and delicacies as we celebrate the end of yet another Hallows! For one week only, Main Street will be transformed into Cherry of Hallows Past as our favorite local businesses set up shop in the streets to pass out offerings to the spirits - and our citizens break out their favorite witchy garb to join them. The week will be sprinkled with activities, but as every year, the Hallows will be rung out with our historic festival: The Witch Trials!  If this is your first year in Cherry, don’t fret: every young lady is welcome to enter into the trials! Warlocks welcome too, this year!

You’ll begin by entering your name into the town cauldron, where you’ll receive your very own Cherry Red witches hat from the coven elders. After that, and throughout the day, you’ll be put through the Trials of the Wonders! Footraces, archery - spellcasting of sorts - you can be expected to be put through nearly anything when it comes to the Coven Elders’, but rumor has it that you’ll be invited to the party of a lifetime, deep in the Cherry orchards, if you can pass their tests! It’s like a rite of passage for young women during the Hallows, but we hear they’ll let most anyone come if you just ask nicely. 

For those who don’t wish to participate in the Trails, you can always support your young witches by buying them Bids to hang from their cloaks! Whether they’re crystals, or herbs - hand crafted jewelry or dried cherry blossoms - be sure to stop by the Bids Booth, run by our very own Cherie’s Closet, to purchase a Bid for your favorite witch! Or maybe just for a special someone. 

At the end of the night - before the Elder’s party, of course - we hope you’ll join us in the park for the end of Hallows feast! Everyone is encouraged to bring a dish to share with the feast, but all are welcome to sit at Cherry’s table regardless. Happy end of Hallows, Cherriots! 

ACTIVITIES: 

WITCHES’ BREW BY THE PIT: Thirsty? Not drunk enough for how strange everyone gets while Main Street is lit by candles and not much else? Then stop by the alleyway that the Pit is nestled in for some Witches’ Brew! Ronnie won’t tell you what’s in it, but trust us! You’ll love like it! 

SNAKES, SNAILS, AND PUPPY DOG TAILS WITH MARASCHINO DRAFTHOUSE: Are you craving a snack, or just looking for an offering for the Spirits? Look no further than Maraschino’s food stall! Sausage on a stick - smoked turkey legs - and their specialty Snakes, Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails pudding? Yum! Make sure to stop by and say hi to Rocky. He definitely seems in a more chipper mood than usual lately with the Drafthouse pulling in so much extra revenue! 

A HISTORY LESSON WITH TWIGS BOOKSTORE: Leave it to Astrid Van Allen to actually teach Cherry’s youth about the history of the Witch Trials while Cherry makes a festival of it. If you’re feeling generous, donate to Astrid’s effort to end the Witch Trial festival - but if not, at least take some time out of your day to peruse her humble selection of crystals, handwritten, personalized manifestation mantras, and exclusive ‘Down With Hargrove’ merchandise! 

THE WONDERS: Are you a young witch finally looking to join your coven? Then look no further! Collect you Cherry Red witches hat, and explore the festival for your various opportunities to complete the Elders trials! This year, there will be Archery in the park, a footrace down the beach, a lesson in spellcasting , a witch-wide scavenger hunt through Cherry, and as always, a ceremony at the Hallows feast to welcome you to the coven!

THE BIDS BOOTH: Feel like supporting a young witch through her wonders? Then buy her a bid! Throughout Cherry’s history it’s been tradition to gift the Witches on Trial with various offerings that can be found throughout the house - and though the gifts have certainly gotten slightly more elegant throughout the years - the sentiment is all the same! It’s common to see any young witch with a red hat hanging in bids by the end of the day, and though some of their cloaks are too heavy to carry, they still hold their heads high with pride, knowing that their friends - and their town - are there to support them. Besides, what better way to say goodbye to the Hallows than with gifts for your friends? All proceeds go to the Young Witches of Cherry Scholarship offered by CCU! 

BIDS FOR SALE: 

- POUCH OF LAVENDER: Pouches of dried, fragrant flowers are the most traditional gift to give a young witch during her trials! Ask her to pin them to her cloak if you’re feeling friendly, but ask her to hang it around her neck to tell her how you really feel.  Lavender is a favorite among the town, but for those looking for something different, dried roses, violets, or a wildflower blend are also available.  - $2 for plain pouch, $10 for hand embroidered pouch.

- HANDCRAFTED JEWELRY: Choose from our selection of necklaces, bracelets and rings for a more modern way to support your favorite young witch! All pieces crafted by hand by the Elders Coven. - $5 for rings, $10 for bracelets, $15 for necklaces

- DRIED CHERRY BLOSSOMS: Another traditional way to support a young witch is to gift her with dried Cherry Blossoms! These can be worn around the forehead as a headpiece, pinned to their hats, cloaks, and even weaved through their hair. - $9 for flower crown, $6 for hat or cloak pin, $10 for hair weaving. 

- CRYSTAL JEWELRY AND ADORNMENTS: Whether you’re looking for a necklace, a headpiece, or pins for your favorite witches’ hat or cloak - no other bid will shine quite as bright as one of our handcrafted crystal pieces. Do you really want your bid to stand out on her cloak? Get the crystals! - $20 crystal headpiece, $18 crystal necklace, $15 crystal ring, $12 crystal hat or cloak pin. 

BIDS MUST BE PURCHASED THROUGH THE MAIN, AND WILL BE SUBMITTED TO THEIR RECIPIENTS THROUGH THE MAIN. PLEASE SUBMIT THIS FORM TO PURCHASE YOUR BID: 

CHARACTER BUYING:  RECIPIENT: BID PURCHASED: please visit this link to peruse the bid booth! submit a picture of your bid here to purchase.  NOTE FOR RECIPIENT: anything you’d like to tell them?  ANONYMITY: If you would like your bid to be delivered anonymously please specify here, otherwise we will sign your name when we deliver the bid to it’s recipient! 

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