#mystycfics

"Can you switch my Sunday for your Thursday?" Emily asked her coworker, giving her best puppy dog eyes. "There's a gaming convention a couple of hours away, and I really want to go."

The restaurant was slow this Monday afternoon, with the lunch rush yet to start and the breakfast crowd smaller than usual. They were still recovering from the demon attacks, and the heat outside was driving people to eat elsewhere they could find a seat with The Golden Spoon having broken seats and not a lot of places to sit.

"If you have another day you want to trade, I'll take it. I really want to go to this con, Willow!" Emily pleaded, hoping her desperation would sway her friend.

Beau tried to be inconspicuous as he made his way over to Herb & Spice, carrying a cardboard box filled with treats for Mollie's display of baked goods. No one knew they were Beau's creations, which was why he had to stay under the radar. His secret contributions to Bow's Sweets and Dog Treats remained hidden, thanks to Mollie's discretion. If his pack ever discovered his baking passion, he would likely have to stop. His parents believed it was more important for him to focus on the family business rather than pursue his true passion for baking.

They had been trapped in here for hours and Jay couldn’t sit still. He hated to think of himself as trapped, but that’s exactly what he was. What they all were. The storm showed no signs of letting up, the snow kept piling up outside, and nobody knew how long they would be in here. What if they were stuck for days? What was he supposed to do? Immediately his thoughts went to Jensen, making him frown. He moved again, putting more distance between them. And what about the werewolf, Jay thought, his gaze flickering to her for a second, her scent unmistakable. Did people know? What were they supposed to do about that? He didn’t think on it long, on any of it, because there he spotted Mollie. Finally, a friendly face. Jay approached her with a kind smile. “Hey, Mollie. You holding up okay?”

Ivan was making his way through the crowd, an empty glass in each hand, when he bumped into someone.

“Oh sorry—Mollie!”  

He had waved hello when he first spotted her earlier that evening and had seen her several more times throughout the night, but this was the first time he had seen her alone. “Hi!” With his hands full as they were, Ivan opted to kiss her cheek in lieu of the usual hug he greeted her with and smiled. “How are you? You look amazing by the way! Very elegant and cool.”

The ding of an incoming text message got his attention, Ivan poking his head out from the machinery he had been loading the film reel into. He secured the reel in place and shut the cabinet, wiping his hands on his jeans as stood. “Coming!” he shouted, though it was unlikely Mollie could hear him from all the way back here.

Ivan flicked on the overhead lights of the arcade on his way out of the back office. It ruined the vibe of the whole place and exposed corners that could do with an extra bit of cleaning, but that was a problem for future him. Right now he needed Mollie’s opinion, and to stop second guessing his gift choice. Bianca would love it, he was sure of it.

“Mollie, hi! Thank you for coming. It’s just back here.” He motioned for her to follow and lead her to the back office. The contents of the room were shoved against the walls to make room for the large vintage film projector that was in the middle. He explained how he’d found it online and fixed it up for Bianca. “Do you think it’s too big? Will she hate it? I thought she would love it, but it’s huge and I don’t know where we’ll put it.” The basement? Hm. He would have to fix up the basement.

Jay had never been much of a drinker. He appreciated the stuff even less after being turned, finding it foul tasting and too strong. It did numb him like nothing else, and sometimes it was worth tolerating the rest of it for the escape it offered him. He wanted to stop thinking and worrying, if only for a little while. His face twisted in a grimace as the scent of another vampire reached his nose. Jay stood still in the aisle where he was, hand frozen on the neck of a bottle of whiskey on the shelf. He turned his head only when he heard footsteps coming down the aisle, taking on a bored expression as he saw who it was. “Charlotte,” he said, nodding in greeting.  

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

Beau met Mollie at the festival, an event he attended every year. He loved the festive atmosphere and the sense of community it fostered. Plus, he had a soft spot for the trinkets they handed out annually, having amassed a collection of them at home. As they strolled through the festival, enjoying their ice cream, Mollie teased him. In response, Beau playfully stuck his tongue out at her, savoring the lighthearted moment not knowing what was to come later that evening.

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

Emily was caught off guard by the chaos erupting at the festival. One minute she was hanging out with Nathan, planning to challenge him to eat a ton of food and then ride the spinning cups, and the next minute, the screaming started. She intended to help, but after being separated from Nathan, she quickly found Willow, who was vomiting into a trash can. Rushing to her side, Emily gently held Willow's hair and rubbed small circles on her back, offering some comfort.