#spenceria

[yongguk-ia]

Fighter fighting || Spencer & Yongguk

Yongguk knew he shouldn’t be hanging around Pidvone Misto so late at night but he thought it would be a good idea to get a drink from the old man at Dark Letters. The human wasn’t scared of the dark or the things lurking in it, but he promised to stay out of trouble while living there. 

Never having more than his limit Yongguk felt nice, he drank enough to feel relaxed and not so up tight and alert as he always did. It was a nice feeling ever so often. The cold night breeze hit his warm face after stepping out of the bar. Leaving the loud business for the silent night. He walked along the sidewalk at his own pace, in no rush to get back to his lonely apartment. 

With different thoughts swirling in his mind, he let his mind wander but was ready to pull it back if it got too far. The clatter of a glass breaking in the distance caught Yongguk’s attention, at first he thought it was coming from the bar but he was too far now for that to be right. It was coming from the direction he was currently walking in. As he strained his ears he could now hear the voices of people yelling and screaming ‘uh oh’ he thought to himself.

Without a second thought, Yongguk ran ahead to the source of the ruckus. “Hey! Is everything okay?” He yelled out before he ever reached where they were.

@spencer-ia 

[hemlock-ia]

Welcome reply to @spencer-ia

An apology automatically slipped past his lips, hands already flailing in anticipation of any fallen items. Thankfully, it seemed like luck was on his side today and he wouldn't have to deal with an angry stranger. "Sorry, sorry." He immediately brought his hands closer to himself, wiping his palms on his jean-clad thighs as he looked over the other man. At least they didn't seem to be injured. (They also looked otherworldly, with their freckles as well as their pink and lilac gaze. But Spencer didn't let himself get too distracted).

The reaper's gaze immediately shifted to the small device in the blonde's hands, and Spencer couldn't help but squint as he tried to make out the pixelated pet on the small screen. He couldn't help but reply with a non sequitur. "Are your hands that tiny or is that Tamagotchi just really big?"

“It’s okay.” Hemlock assured the other as he started at the other. Then snorted at the response of the other. “Well I have been told I am pretty and petite but it is just a small device-” he answered as he held the Tamagotchi in front of the other who seemed to be squinting. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” the demon asked, his sleeve slipping slightly and showing off his tattoo’s.

“You new here? I never seen you before?” he asked as the little Tamagotchi creature beeped and Hemlock quickly pressed some buttons to feed the little digital critter. “it’s been alive for 56 days.” he told the other “that’s long.”

[leejieun-ia]

from @spencer-ia

Looking down at the spoon offered to him with distrust clear in his expression, Spencer couldn't help but shoot Jieun a skeptical look. He's grown a close acquaintanceship that he sometimes liked to think bordered on friendship. The reaper wasn't even sure how they had met. But he did remember that there was some kind of yelling or berating, and he either tripped or got hurt in some other way. Both of those things were entirely plausible, but Spencer just couldn't remember for the life of him."Do you have a healer or a doctor on speed dial if this gives me food poisoning?" Spencer meant every word he said, but the twinkle in his eye also showed that he said it partially just to rile the other up. "I'm telling you, hospitals aren't exactly cheap nowadays, so I'm fully expecting you to pay for everything if I get confined." Taking a tentative sniff, he added, "What is it, anyway?"

"Well if it doesn't poison you that means the Belladonna I was sold is expired. I have a nice box out back in case it does work, and some flowers to make it nice and pretty."

He sniffed the spoon and she couldnt help but laugh, head shaking as she motioned again for him to taste it. "It's just chicken and rice, but I can never decide if it needs more spice. I personally think it could use a touch more garlic, maybe some salt?"

She had been watching the cooking channel the night before and decided to try a few recipes out. "I also made lemon bars, fudge brownies, and something called fairy bread which wasn't as magical as it sounds. Hungry?"

[zitao-ia]

Welcome for @spencer-ia 

The little bell above his store's front door indicated that a potential customer had just walked in, and Spencer couldn't help it as a corner of his lips ticked upwards at the comment. "Hey, it's good marketing," he said with a shrug. "It got your attention, didn't it?" The reaper wasn't the most creative when it came to naming things. So when he though of "Flower Fetish" (a store name that still made him crack a smile until today), he immediately decided that this was the one.

Placing the pair of scissors he was using to cut flower stems down onto the table between them, Spencer nodded. "Yeah, definitely. What do you want to say using your bouquet? It can be as bland as a simple 'hey' or as colorful as a 'fuck you.'"

“It sure did make me come in here, I didn’t think about buying flowers but maybe I should…” Zitao murmured as he stared at some of the flowers and plants. “Okay so I need like two bouquets. One has to say, I love you, but not I love you. but I love having sex with you and you’re my best friend.” he nodded as he recited what he needed to get for Ra. “And the second bouquet needs to make a man who doesn’t believe in homosexuality, but does stick his dick in me, uncomfortable.”

[merry-ia]

Welcome post with @spencer-ia​

Pale hands automatically wrapped themselves around the bag handed to him, brown eyes blinking multiple times as Spencer tried his best to process whatever just happened. The woman was considerably taller than him, and he could just make out the police officers who were slowly walking away from them. Their heads were swiveling this way and that, narrowed eyes making it clear that they were on the hunt for something.

There was a beat of silence before the reaper could finally find his bearings to say something. "Did I just become an unwilling accomplice for your heist?" Spencer adjusted his grip on the bag as he added. "Please tell me I'm getting a million bucks out of it at least, or an island in the Pacific, maybe.

Merry, being taller than the other in her heels, looked down after the police officers had passed them. Letting out a sigh of relief. “Oh, sorry honey sweetcake. I had to have someone to hold it for me. You know, you were the perfect height.” she purred as she took the bag back from the other and then laughed. “Don’t worry, you won’t be implicated, but here for your trouble. Sadly I don’t have an island onb call but my family does own a nice island. If you want to visit.”

She winked at him before handing him a stack of money which was about 2.9 million won. “For your silence and if you want to come by and have a haircut you’re always welcome sweetie.”

[steve-ia]

Blinking at the familiar man before him and raising an eyebrow at the noticeably longer lifespan the other had (he didn't often look at the years people had left, but he liked to think this was a special case), Spencer could only say, "Well, you're a lot more... immortal than the last time I saw you."

“You know, you could’ve told me I was going to die soon, Spence.” he said in response as he eyed the reaper accusingly- his wings fluffed a little as he stared at the other man. “It would’ve been very nice to have a heads-up.” he re-adjusted the halo on his head, it was hanging crooked and he ticked it so it would hang straight again.

@spencer-ia

[akobel-ia]

@spencer-ia:

As a flower shop owner, Spencer's morning routine was pretty much set. He started his day in at Flower Fetish by playing his chosen playlist of the day through the store's speakers and moving his plants where they needed to be. Some flora needed more sunlight than others, which was why he moved some of his more needy flowers and ferns by his storefront. Afterward, he'd usually walk back inside to process some orders, but his usual routine was derailed on this specific morning. Blinking as he caught sight of a man blatantly staring at him, the reaper couldn't help bit tilt his head just like how a curious cat would. "Good morning." He usually wasn't the friendliest, but he knew how to talk to existing and potential customers. No one would ever want to buy from a business that was run by an asshole, after all. "Can I help you?"

Flower Fetish. Akobel knew that the Angels from above would absolutely be rolling in their graves if they had known that was this was name of the place Ako found himself after a long day of classes. And, oddly enough, the fallen angel even didn't want to be there but this is the only decent flower shop in the area that most of his classmates recommended. He had gotten there as soon as it opened, desperate to find lilies that might be good enough for the near anniversary of her passing.

It was through an assortment of plants when Akobel spotted him, a familiar face that Ako was certain haunted his dreams ever since that faithful day. How could he forget that face? It was one the monsters embedded into his brain like the moment light had left her eyes on that faithful day. It was the reaper who took his human away from him.

Akobel sees red – he's angry, upset, frustrated – and Ako's never really handled anger very well. His hands balled up tightly into fists beside him as he stares at the other unabashed. Before he knows it, he's walking up towards the stranger while the man is greeting him and grabs the male by the front of his shirt.

"I – I know you," Akobel basically whispered angrily, eyes narrowed all while his brows furrow in anger. His grip on the shirt gets tighter. "You're the reaper. You took her away from me."

[seira-ia]

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ]

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