written by max

kit perked up the second she heard banks's voice, a sweet smile spreading on her lips as she bounced into the store. half the time, she only showed her face at spin me 'round so she could sit and flirt with him for a couple hours. sometimes the boss tried to shoo her away, but nothing would keep kit jennings from staring at a cute boy. "hi," she chirped happily, stopping at the counter and leaning into it, her hands on the surface so she could get as close to banks as possible without invading his space. "always looking for more music, but mostly just here to bug you."

she had to wiggle from side to side, carefully balancing everything in her arms and somehow keeping it from falling over. but his suggestion made her eyebrows shoot up happily, a grin spreading on her face. "genius! absolute genius; maybe i should keep you around for when i get myself into situations like this."

tessa only paused long enough to set her stack on the table, her smile still evident. "thank you so much for helping me; i owe you a coffee or something after this."

dawson didn't only show up at their brother's house when something was wrong, but it definitely was the major reason they showed up. sometimes they just needed the comfort of nolan's gentle scolding, a quick 'be careful next time' to let them know he cared. not that that was an issue to begin with; they just liked hearing it. there was no universe where dawson would ever be careful.

stepping inside, they held up a bloody palm, a look of shame all over their face. "tried to climb a tree," they muttered, immediately moving to pick at the gash. "slipped out of the tree because there was ice on it. you know, normal dawson stuff." they sighed, finally looking up at their brother and flashing him a warm smile. "hi. how are you?"

"oh fuck," dawson muttered, rushing over to his side and crouching down beside him. "are you okay? that looked like something out of a damn cartoon. god, i'm almost jealous of that whole situation." but they still pulled a face, doing a once-over as an assessment before letting out a giggle. "hey, we just had the same thought. must mean that that was meant to happen to you so i don't get reamed out. again."

who: ruston and silas (@grimsixthsense)

About every couple of weeks Ruston would find themself down at the cemetery, sometimes with Percy waiting in the car not too far away and sometimes just on their own if Percy was too busy. Today had been the second of the two. Like each time Ruston was armed with a cross body satchel filled with random knick knacks, a couple of snacks, and the occasional peanut butter and bacon sandwich.

It was during these visits that Ruston would wander amongst the tombstones, find the graves that had clearly gone unvisited either by lack of things like flowers being left or how unkempt they were and place one of the items from their bag at it. Sometimes it was random other times if there was something on the headstone they might see if there was something in their bag that day to match it.

They only had a couple knick knacks left in their bag when they spotted someone else on the grounds, one of the workers, and made their way over. Ruston gave a tap on his shoulder before reaching into their bag to pull out one of the unopened drinks from it and offer it.

Trystan was scared his heart was going to pound out of his chest or that Allison would be able to feel his desperation and turn him away. But instead she blushed and confirmed it, and he was kissing her hard.

"You are," he murmured between kisses. "You're so loved and cared for and I want to keep you safe." He pulled back just enough to talk to her, nose pressed to hers and face flushed. "I love you so much. I feel everything so much it freaks people out I didn't want you to go away."

Trystan idly tapped on her thighs as Allison shifted to look at him, blinking a couple of times at her. She was still close, so it wasn't like she was breaking the contact, but he had been two seconds away from pulling her into his lap, and he had to take a moment to settle himself.

"I don't know... maybe I'm ugly bald," he let out another nervous chuckle, though her fingers in his hair helped. He was going to say something - nothing particularly important, just a silly little comeback - but he reached out to grab her wrist instead, wide blue eyes searching her face as if she was about to reveal she was just joking. "Yeah?" His voice cracked at the end, and he cleared his throat a little. "Really?"