#He wear's a cat bell on his wrist right?

[wynnibee]

hi sorry this is so late!!! @sup-its-cat i was your secret skeleton dsklfdfk i hope you like it i put a lot of work into this <33

[id in alt and under the cut!]

[id: a fully lined, colored and shaded piece of sup-its-cat’s Mind Roommates AU with (from top to bottom) Eclipse, Moon, Sun and then their halloween-ified sona. Eclipse is in the top right corner, with its arms held out and a wide grin on its face as it looks down at Moon. Eclipse is entirely pink-magenta, with two rows of rays; large white ones and small light light pink ones. It has puffy sleeves on its arms, one with wavy stripes, and the other with stars. Each sleeve ends with a small bow on the wrist. Large ruffles sit around its neck, and its torso is a single, solid color. Its eyes have a darker magenta outer iris, an inner light pink iris, and then a white heart shaped pupil. It has large eyelashes, with the right eye having a long curly-q lash. Jester stripes cut through its eyes onto its cheeks and eyebrows. Eclipse has a long “tail” barely visible swirling around and behind it. The tail starts at the base of its body, and swirls across the entire canvas down to Sun. Eclipse is covered in glitch effects, with a majority of them surrounding its rays and the rest on its ghostly tail. Eclipse’s entire body is glowing a bright pink and it’s semi-transparent, with one arm fading off the canvas. Next is Moon, in the middle left. He’s floating in a partially reclined position, arms held around him loosely. He has a concerned expression on his face as he looks up at Eclipse. His face is white on his crescent side and a medium blue on his shadowed side. He’s wearing his blue nightcap, with a very fluffy white band, and light purple stars. The end is shredded and missing its poof/bell. He’s wearing a light brown hoodie with dark brown zig-zag stripes at the end of the sleeves and a box pattern with a star in the center on his chest. He’s also wearing brown gloves and simple blue pants. Moon’s legs slowly turn into his ghost “tail”, though his is a bright blue and more opaque than Eclipse’s. It’s full of sparkles and a small amount of glitch effects. It curls around behind him as it swirls down the canvas towards Sun. Moon’s colors are very light, having a blue-ish hue to his entire palette. His eyes are mismatched, with blue sclera on his crescent side and red sclera on his shadowed side. He has white rings for irises. He also has large eyelashes with a curly-q lash on the right side of his face. Jester stripes cut through his eyes as well. He has sharp, pointy teeth. Then Sun, who’s standing hunched over with his arms and hands held up in clawed poses with a large, slightly snarled smile on his face as he glares at the viewer. He has a single row of large, orange rays. A couple of his rays are chipped. Sun’s wearing the same clothes as Moon is; a large brown hoodie, blue pants, and brown gloves. He has glowing white eyes and is entirely backlit with blue and pink light. He has large eyelashes, with a curly-q lash on his right side and jester stripes that cut through his eyes.  Lastly is sup-its-cat’s sona, an anthromorphic pink cat wearing a suit. It also has a snarled smile on its face, exposing sharp teeth as it glares at the viewer. It has two large horns forming a heart shape on the top of its head, and long fluffy cheeks and ears. It has a purple cravat around its neck with a bow, held together in the center with a diamond shaped purple gem. Its pink suit has exaggerated lapels that curl under themselves. Its shirt is a dark, almost black pink with ruffles around the buttons and a wrinkled waistband. Its holding its long, three clawed fingers up on either side of itself, and its long, fluffy tail curls up behind it. The cat has glowing green eyes with dark pink sclera. The cat, like Sun, is also backlit with blue and pink light. The background is a simple dark blue to magenta gradient, with a white border that has a glitching effect to it. End id.]

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN YALL!

Haunters Eve-

“This is embarrassing Kia…” Tera mumbled, looking at herself in the mirror, she was dressed as a cat, a black cat, the ears poking out from her mane of black hair, most of it held back in a wolf's tail.

Black fur covered felt covered the cord of her tail, the only part uncovered was the head; which protested bring covered by anything. Her costume included gloves shaped like paws- the world's most unflattering black leather jacket, and black shorts.

“You look puuurfect!” Kiara giggled, wearing a witch costume, pointy hat and all.

“Ugh… I think I'd rather be one of the monsters for Mom's haunted house again…” Tera groaned, which got worse when Kiara rang the bell attached to her neck.

“You promised~” She teased, making Tera's face heat up in blush and a growl escape her core.

“I promised to go to the festival with you and Rad… not to wear a catsuit.”

“Daw but you look sooo cute!” Kiara replied, pushing lightly on Tera's chest, making the solver drone sigh.

“Fine. Whatever, what's Rad going as?”

“Werewolf.”

“So why am I cat?! You're both actual monsters!” Tera protested, slumping in defeat.

“Hehe. Because you said you didn't care what you went as and let me pick it out for you.” Was the worker girls response, standing in the middle of Tera's room, ready to head out.

“Right…”

Kiara grabbed her wrist and out the door they went, tumbling down the walkway stairs and ending up on the ground in a minute flat.

The little town of Sanctuary was lit up in a festive hue, lights of purple, orange, and green, banners of every color depicting drone cores. There were booths full of games and prizes that ranged from food to plushies to electronic parts, and a stage with live music.

Of course… there was also a big, spooky temporary structure sat at the mouth of the front gate- the haunted house, run by the Chieftess Uzi Doorman herself.

“Hey dudes!” Said a voice from behind them, and there stood Rad, green eyes mixing well with the shaggy brown ears stuck on his hat and a limp tail attached to his shorts. He was wearing tattered rags with faux fur lining the arm and leg holes…

“Nice witch K! And uh…” He looked Tera up and down, snickering a little. “Cute kitty.” He teased.

Tera whipped forward and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, about to yell about how she absolutely was not cute- only for her big paw gloves to squeak loudly.

Rad began to laugh histericly, despite still being lifted into the air. “Oh my god! That's the best!”

Tera flustered, putting him down and crossing her arms. “I'm not cute.”

“Tell that to the squeaky paws.” Rad smirked, earning him a few more indignant grumbles.

“Soooo? Haunted House first? Lines not long and we have a whole night!” Rad suggested, pointing at the open maw of the gate that served as the entrance.

“Sure. Not like it's gonna be actually scary.” Tera shrugged. Looking a bit aloof, owning her costume accidentally.

“Awesome! -Ah wait, Kiara?”

“Um… shouldn't we do that last? It's like, the best thing to do right? Like a uh- grand finale!” There was sweat on the inside of her visor, and her voice shook.

“You're not scared are you princess?” Tera teased, lifting an eyebrow.

“N-No! Of course not!” Kiara protested. “I just think it's a better thing to do last.”

Tera and Rad looked at each other with equal shit eating grins.

“Yeah. Were going.” They said in unison, all but dragging the eldest member of the group into the maw of the unknown.

Once they pass the blackout curtains, they arrive in a recreation of the Outpost-3’s bunker doors, wide open, snow blistering from the beyond and the howling of angry winds blasting against the mouth of the underground shelter.

“Holy hell! Your mom has got the atmosphere down! It almost feels like I'm really there!” Rad exclaimed taking in the painstakingly recreated environment.

“Yeah well… Halloween is her favorite holiday.” Tera replied, heading up to where the guides were… which was just her Dad. N.

“Hey kids! I just got done with the last group. You want to go through?” His head tilted to the side and his tail wagged, he wasn't dressed up as anything. Just himself, which was perfectly on theme.

“Yes please Mr. Doorman!” Rad exclaimed in excitement, and N laughed in response. “For this tour, call me by my name…” He said eerily, visor flickering into an X and his head beginning to twitch.

“Ooooh. Spooky.” Came from Rad. Tera just chuckled and Kiara just smiled warily, scooting a bit closer to Tera.

“Follow Me.” N hummed, disappearing behind a black curtain painted to look like a ventilation shaft, and the trio went along with him, Rad leading the charge.

N lead them through a dark corridor, His voice becoming echoed.

“Before we settled here… we lived on a planet called Copper-9-' The sound of wind blew more harshly, hail pattering against the walls… “Somewhere frozen, Inhospitable, a broken, forsaken place.”

“The worker drones were safe in the bunker… but outside?”

Three giant claws erupted through the ceiling next to Tera's head. Kiara jumped a foot in the air, and Rad yelped, Tera just ducked slightly with a laugh. “Hey V.” She hummed deadpan.

“Outside there were monsters… Angels of Death that swooped down in the night, stealing away anyone caught outside the safety of the walls.”

“Aren't you a Dissasembly Drone too?” Tera called out. Knowing every keyword the attraction had by heart.

N stopped in the middle of the hall at her words before suddenly whipping around, smiling maniacally, swiping his claws just shy of actually making contact with any of the group.

He growled before pulling back. “I have more… self control…”

Rad looked impressed, whistling at the showmanship. And Tera smirked, Kiara laughed but it sounded nervous, her eyes flickering to the hall they'd just went through.

“Come on, it's just my dad.” Tera hummed, just quiet enough for Rad not to hear. Kiara laughed a little.

“I-I know! I'm not scared!”

“As I was saying… there are monsters outside.”

The audio of utter carnage began to soak through the wall; gunfire, screams, the sounds of drones being ripped apart and eaten.

“But… they don't compare to the horrors beneath the planets crust.”

The hallway opened up the room swarmed by black tentacles, erupting from the ground crawling on walls… the red overhead light made it seem like they were moving…

“Up from the depths, all drones are consumed- no matter their make or model.”

Tera shuffles uncomfortably. She never liked this section even when she was activly working in it, it always made her feel uneasy.

Kiara screams. Activating all the alarms in Tera's head, Kiara grips onto her- something pulling her down into the floor. Rad yelps as something grabs his leg too.

Tera grabs them both, acting on instinct and lifting them both off the floor with one hand, Rad in in left hand, and Kiara in her right.

She hears giggling underneath the floor and sighs.

It's the twins.

“We shouldn't linger here.” N hums ominously, inviting them to follow. And Tera drops her freinds back onto the ground.

“Come on scardy cats.” She groans before moving on, ignoring the comment from Rad about her costume.

The next room is one the Doorman family likes to lovingly call, “The Chase”

There are multiple ‘infected’ drones clawing at a fence behind them, before them is a long dark hallway, only at the end is there light.

“This is what happens to drones caught by the infection.’ N utters, his voice seeming to spur on the excitement of the infected, they growl and hiss, tentacles incasing their arms or legs- even entire face.

And then one fucking screams. Beginning to climb the gate at an unnatural speed.

“RUN!” N shouts. As the rest of the infected scale the fence to reach them, Rads the first one off, half-yelling, half-laughing as the first one leaps over the fence and sprints towards them.

Kiara is frozen though. Standing shock still as two more hit the ground running.

“Kia! Move!” Tera shouts before, taking her onto her shoulders and sprinting down the hall, but there's one drone that can somehow keep pace with her, hot on her heels as she has to actually TRY to get away.

It was probably Bishop. But that revelation only came later.

The infected drone swipes at them, just barely missing as they fall into the next room, quite literally plummeting a few feet onto a pile of pillows.

N does not follow… they are on their own.

Tera maneuvers herself so that she breaks Kiara's fall. She knew there were pillows, but old habits don't die with that knowledge. And so the worker lands on top of her with a grunt.

They both pant breathlessly, Tera staring up at the worker that has her pinned to the ground, her arms either side of her head.

Then she starts laughing. “Dammit! I knew that was coming and I still got surprised!”

Kiara joins her a moment later, both flying into a fit of giggles. “You goob! And you called me scared!”

After a moment, they climb out of the pile, pulling back a curtain to reveal a room that's pitch black…

“Rad? Raaaaad?” Kiara calls out, and gets no response. Tera squints into the darkness, it's oppressive and even the eyes on her tail struggle to make out anything.

Then- feedback noise so loud it makes Kiara wince and Tera nearly double over, yellow light rises from the floor, the entire room spinning and spinning…

The walls are flesh, the floor is flesh… there's something moving on the ceiling, it curls and coils in strange patterns, lurching unnaturally, it's humanoid then it's not, dozens of eyes in the shape of camera lenses stare at them.

Tera freezes, she knows what this room is, she's been in this room, worked here, been the one controlling the thing on the ceiling and yet being down here brought a whole new feeling.

It was the thing from her nightmares- the creature she'd been fighting every other night in her sleep, it was here, staring, looking into her soul to try and seize it from her.

She's pulled out of the room by the wrist, ending up back in the beginning room. The bunker. Her core pounding out of her chest, she doesn't realize it. But she's trembling.

“Tera? You alright?” Kiara's voice brings her out of it, and she snaps back to reality. Her Dad is back behind the desk, and Rad was chatting with some random worker in their own group.

“Wh- Yeah! Totally!” She quickly recovers, shaking off the feeling of dread and finding herself grounded by Kiara holding her hand- when had that happened?

“Alright! Let's head to the rest of the festival!” Rad runs back over to them, giddy beyond reason. Kiara's hand is quickly no longer there.

“Thank god… no more haunted house.” Kiara laughs, seeming to relax a lot more after the ordeal was over.

Tera found herself agreeing…

“Yeah. Let's just head to the rest of the festival…”

[popodoki]

sfw Catwin drabble

Gold is the Cat King's color. He thinks Edwin would look nice in it too, in shiny things x

One of the Cat King’s love languages is gift giving.  

It concerned Edwin at first, little trinkets, left innocently on his desk, around the office, made him feel like he was supposed to give something back? Felt like he owed the Cat King, especially for the more expensive things, fingers tracing the intricate craftsmanship of paperweights, leafing through rare volumes, softest silks running through his hands. He's concluded, deduced, that it's just another of the ways that his lover shows his affection, the dedication to Edwin a familiar warmth, just expressed in new ways. 

But the jewellery still confuses him. 

They are always given directly, a hopeful gaze on his lover’s face, encouraging smile, silent conversation there that Edwin never quite catches. The first is a bracelet. A simple gold band looping around his wrist, closure resembling a Cat’s head biting down on its own tail. No flashy gemstones, no rough clasps to possibly catch on or irritate his skin. The Cat King holds it out, presses it into Edwin's palm when he curiously holds it out, accepts it. That smirk turning into a smile, a little nod, the hope in those slitted eyes, encourages Edwin to try it on. It fits perfectly, of course it does, a part of Edwin wonders if he’d even take it off if it didn’t, for his lover looks so, so pleased. 

Edwin grows comfortable with its weight, wears it for a while, even on cases. He ends up putting it away, in his pocket, after a case goes south with a spot of trouble, a chase. They manage to escape, they always do, but on the other side of the mirror they jumped through to get to safety, Edwin pats himself down, checks his coat, gloves, wrist. Finds the bracelet’s closure a bit twisted, a probable result of his wrist getting grabbed and pulled by the ghost that chased them, their mania and panic causing them to lash out instead of recognizing their presence for the help that was offered. 

Another mirror journey, they see each other again, Edwin notices the Cat King seems to deflate, brief sadness crosses his face, once he notices the bracelet’s gone. Oh. He cheers right up, his sigh sounding relieved, when Edwin presents him the bracelet from his pocket, asks him to fix it, please. 

It's a free for all, after that. Every time they see each other, often, near daily, as new lovers are wont to gravitate towards each other as if any absence tugs on them like a string pulled taut, the Cat King has a new piece of jewellery for him. Always gold, at times tastefully adorned with small expensive stones, shiny pearls. Thin chains of pearls, necklaces, linking bracelets, suspiciously perfect fitting rings, delicate anklets, even a pair of earrings, once. Edwin silently points to his non-pierced ears, and his lover gently removes, holds up a single dangling earring from the little box. The little ball gently rings much like a cat bell when the Cat King turns it in his palm, shows Edwin the small painless clip-closure that would hold them in place without piercing skin. 

"Why do you insist on giving me jewellery? I can't feasibly wear all of it, especially when conducting my work. Most of it ends up in the office, in a box.” Edwin waits for the Cat King to look up at him, lift his head from Edwin’s chest where it rested comfortably. “It just feels a bit like a waste?” His lover doesn’t reply right away, slitted eyes dropping down, to where his fingers still absently play with the most recent gift, a simple golden band around Edwin’s ring finger. 

"Does it bother you?” Edwin’s head is shaking in reply before he puts any thought to it, and he knows the Cat King felt his chin move through his soft curls, cause his voice sounds more certain, less meek, when he adds “Can you just indulge me, then?” There’s something silent there, again, Edwin feels it coming into reach, he can almost catch it. 

“I suppose, it is nice to have a variety,” Edwin starts, speaking softly to the top of his lover’s hair, “it doesn’t really matter that I can’t wear all of it...” He trails off, he’s organizing his thoughts like he would on a case, slips his hand from his lover’s gentle grip, holds it out for both of them to see the gold on his finger catch the afternoon light streaming through the windows, “As long as I can wear at least something of yours, then, hmm?”  

The Cat King merely grins, no, beams in response. 

[awkward-walking-potato]

Hi, I saw you were taking requests for Deadpool and I thought it be super funny if he met a reader who could keep up with him (weird inappropriate comments/ humor/ pop culture references) minus the 4th wall breaks ofc.

If this isn't up your alley feel free to ignore this, ty 🖤

Killing Me Softly

I hope you enjoy ☺️

The warehouse was dark, damp, and perfect for an old-school showdown. Deadpool swaggered in, humming the theme from Mission: Impossible, pistols twirling in his hands like a kid who found his mom's nunchucks and figured out that laundry day was a myth. He scanned the shadows for his target, the very high-profile CEO of a very high-profile company that no one cared about. His orders were clear: terminate with extreme prejudice. Or, at the very least, with a strong dislike.

But instead of the balding businessman cowering behind a crate, he found something else. Or rather, someone else.

“Hey there, Red,” a voice purred from behind a stack of crates. A woman stepped out, dressed in sleek black leather, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her outfit screamed "I'm here to kick ass," but the smirk on her lips whispered "and maybe take names if I feel like it."

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Catwoman’s cooler cousin,” Deadpool quipped, cocking his head to the side. “Let me guess: you’re here to pick up my leftovers? Sorry, but I don’t share my Happy Meals, even if they come with a toy.”

She laughed, a sound that danced between sultry and psychotic. “Sorry, Red, but I’ve got dibs on the target tonight. And if you don’t step aside, I might have to take you out instead.”

Deadpool’s mask crinkled as he grinned beneath it. “Oh, I’m shaking in my combat boots. Really. You sure you can handle this much Deadpool? I’m like Taco Bell at 2 a.m.—a lot to digest and with a real kick on the way out.”

She twirled a knife between her fingers, eyes narrowing. “I’ve handled worse. Besides, aren’t you a little old for the whole ‘merc with a mouth’ shtick? I thought the red was just to hide the gray hairs.”

“Ouch, right in the ego!” Deadpool clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back a step. “But baby, this mouth is still as fresh as morning breath after a night of garlic bread and Netflix. And this face? Well, it’s why I wear the mask. Wouldn’t want you falling for me too hard before we even have our first death match.”

She raised an eyebrow. “First? Honey, I’m aiming to make it our last. Unless you’re into that whole ‘till death do us part’ thing. You strike me as the clingy type.”

Deadpool shrugged, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Only when it comes to chimichangas and Hugh Jackman’s biceps. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m not the guy who buys flowers after the first fight. I’m the guy who leaves you a ‘sorry I tried to kill you’ card. Hallmark doesn’t make those, but they should.”

She rolled her eyes, finally lunging forward with the grace of a panther. Deadpool sidestepped her attack, spinning around to face her as she whipped a leg toward his head. He ducked, blocking her next punch with his forearm.

“Nice moves. Did you learn those in a ballet class, or are you just naturally graceful?” he teased, grabbing her wrist and twisting it just enough to throw her off balance.

She flipped over his arm, landing on her feet like a cat. “Funny, I was just about to ask if you got your fighting style from an old Jackie Chan movie, or if you’re just winging it.”

“Why choose?” Deadpool replied, spinning on his heel to deliver a roundhouse kick. She blocked it, the impact reverberating up his leg, but she didn’t flinch.

Their dance continued, the sound of their clashes filling the warehouse. Each strike was met with a quip, each dodge with a flirtatious grin. It was like foreplay with more bruises and less wine.

“Hey, how about we call a truce?” Deadpool suggested as he caught her wrist again, their faces inches apart. “You, me, a bottle of tequila, and some nachos? We can watch Die Hard and argue about whether it’s a Christmas movie. Spoiler: it totally is.”

She smirked, twisting out of his grip and pressing a knife to his throat. “Tempting, but I think I’ll take my chances finishing you off first. Though I do have to admit, you’ve got a way with words. Ever consider a career in romance novels?”

Deadpool froze, then slowly raised his hands in surrender. “Well, this took a turn. But, since I’m a gentleman and all, I should warn you—if you’re gonna slice my throat, be prepared for a lot of red. And not the romantic kind. More like ‘OMG, what did we do to the rug’ kind.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his cheek. “Noted. But how about we skip the throat slitting and go straight to dessert? I’m more of a ‘death by chocolate’ kind of girl.”

Deadpool blinked. “Are you… are you flirting with me? Because I gotta say, it’s working. But I’m contractually obligated to kill your boss, so…”

“Contractually obligated to kick your ass,” she countered, though the knife hadn’t moved an inch.

“Touché.” He slowly lowered his hands, his fingers brushing against her wrist, almost gently. “Tell you what, you let me finish my job, I’ll give you a head start on your next gig. Maybe even throw in some pointers—how to out-Deadpool the Deadpool. Could be fun.”

She tilted her head, considering it. “And here I thought you weren’t the sharing type.”

“I’m a man of mystery. Keeps things spicy. Besides,” he added, winking under his mask, “I wouldn’t mind having a nemesis who can keep up with my banter. Makes the whole killing-each-other thing way more interesting.”

She chuckled, finally lowering the knife. “Deal. But don’t expect me to go easy on you next time, Red.”

Deadpool stepped back, giving her a mock bow. “Wouldn’t dream of it, darling. Until we meet again—same time, different corpse?”

She sheathed her knife and backed away, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. “Looking forward to it. Don’t miss me too much, Deadpool.”

As she disappeared into the shadows, Deadpool couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Oh, I definitely won’t. But I might just send a postcard.”

He turned toward his original target, whistling as he went. “Now, where were we? Ah, right. Extreme prejudice…”

The end. (Or is it?)

[sugawhaaa]

Lee Know X reader

"Kitty?"

Pairing::Dom!idol!Minho x sub!fem!reader

Warnings::smut

Word count::1,966

Genre::role play, oral (fem reciveing) fingering, sex toys, slightly rude Minho (nothing serious at all lmao)

A/N:: THE WAY I HAD TO GOOGLE ABOUT VIBRATORS BAHAHAHAHA

songs to listen to while reading::

You couldn't help but laugh at yourself as you looked in the mirror. You recently got this kitty themed lingerie set that was second hand which was kinda scary. But it was very cheap considering you were not the first to own this set. You weren't 100% sure if Minho would like it, sure he likes cats but does he like lingerie? As often as you have spicy hours with Lee Know you don't know much about his sexual preferences. He's not very expressive in bed which doesn't help either…

You turned around in the mirror to look at the cat tail between your legs and your cheeks flushed. "What the hell am I doing right now," you whispered to yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror again trying to process the current outfit you were wearing. You put on a lot of accessories so there was much to look at and critique. You really wanted Minho to love how you look. You want him to do that thing where he zones out while looking at your body before pouncing on you and keeping you entertained for HOURS. Though he might be tired after his long day by the time he gets home and he might just snuggle you. 

You took some photos in your outfit including some suggestive ones. As embarrassed as you felt about them you were tempted to send them to your boyfriend. You laid on your shared bed thinking about whether to send it to him or not. How would he respond? You decided to just send it to him, but you needed to take a special one just for him. You got on the floor and tried a few poses in front of your phone that was propped up by some random things from the floor. You then found a perfect pose.

You made a sort of w shape with your legs and placed your hands between your crotch. Your arms pressed tightly together extenuating your breasts. You snapped a photo before immediately grabbing your phone to send it to Minho. You tapped the little send button and typed up a simple message.

•love you~♡

It wasn't long before a little "seen" notification came to your phone. You freaked out and waited for Minho to start typing. The three little bubbles started their dance of anticipation when a message popped up. 

•babe you can't just send me that at work.

Oh God, do you make him mad? He'd never get this mad over just a photo though…

•I'm coming home right now. 

•don't move a muscle, sit right there for me like the good girl you are

His last message had your jaw dropping and your feet kicking. The blush on your face spread and you started getting excited for Minho to show up. You sat in front of the door waiting for him, like a damn cat. Maybe Minho really is into this whole role play thing…

You sat impatiently waiting as you started yourning for Lee Know. His hands, his breath, his lips, his tongue, his dick everything. You started fantasizing about what he'd do to you when you got home and you were already wetting yourself. That's when the door opened to a tired Lee Know. You stood up to greet him but you were met with a hand.

"No, no, sit," he demanded you with a stick of his finger to the ground. You did as he said and sat back down on the floor. "There's one thing I noticed your outfit is missing," he said seductively as he sat down in front of you. You looked at him confused. "Close your eyes," he said as he kept his left hand behind his back. You shut your eyes and felt a warm leather wrap around your neck and a cold bell. It was all attached to a chain including yourself. You opened your eyes in shock observing the collar around your neck. You followed the chain with your eyes to find the other end of it wrapped around Lee Know's wrist. "Oh you're so damn cute when your surprised," he said as he rubbed his hand against your hot cheek.

He started inching closer to you and made you sit on his lap like a kitten. You blushed and avoided his dark, lustful, eyes scanning your body. "Oh are you shy now~?" He teased as he rubbed your back with his cold hands. 

"I just didn't think you'd like it that much…" you said looking down at your thighs as you fiddled with the metal hearts on your stockings. 

"Excuse me?" He said with a stern look and a furrow of his eyebrows. "Why wouldn't I love it?" He said, sounding almost mad?

"I don't know…you never tell me your sexual interests," you said shyly.

"I'll let you in on my biggest turn on,"he said leaning into your ear to whisper, "You," he said with a grin before picking you up bridal style. He never fails to make you feel like a precious woman. He set you down on the bed and told you to sit still. You did as he said but your eyes didn't. You watched his every step. Minho stood at the bedside before taking his shirt off. You stared at his bare back as if you haven't seen it a thousand times before. He then went over to your nightstand and opened the first drawer, he rummaged through it a bit before pulling out your vibrator. 

"How did you-!?" You got flustered at his success. 

"Oh come on you weren't too secretive about using this," he said as he waved it around before setting it on the bed. He crawled over to you and propped you up on the massive amount of pillows on your bed. He instantly started licking your shoulder knowing exactly how you like it. You let out small mewls as his warm, wet, tongue grazed over every inch of your neck and shoulders. There was no concern of any members walking in so he could do whatever the hell he wanted to with you. He started leaving hickies all over you while his hands found their way to your thigh and your waist. Minho started kissing you with all the tongue imaginable and you melted beneath him like sugar in the rain. 

You took a breather from the kiss and Lee Know basically sat on top of you slowly licking your neck and chest. The weight of his body on yours made you feel something indescribable. His strong hands moved up, not in an exact place though, just kind of around. Your arms, shoulders, stomach, hair, his hands just wanted every inch of you. As Minho did all of this he would say little words of praise such as "your so cute," "such a good girl," "I love you so much," and it made your heart flutter.

"Minho," you stuttered out as his tongue layered his spit on you.

"Yes?" He said pausing to look up at you.

"Can you be inside me?" You said shyly as you looked away from his loving eyes. 

"Oh my God you're so pretty," he said sitting up again "how can I say no," he said as his right hand went down your stomach to your throbbing core. You squeezed your eyes shut as he put pressure on your clothed crotch. You bit your lip in anticipation as he moved your clothing aside. He then slid two cold fingers into your already soaked pussy. You buried your face in his shoulder as his fingers explored your insides. Your hands flew to the back of his head and gripped his hair. Lewd sounds filled the room along with the sound of a bell ringing from your neck. 

It wasn't long before Lee Know found your G-spot because he knows your body inside out and he kept playing with it making you whine. He slowly went deeper inside you and you started seeing stars, you didn't even know he could go this deep. You started basically screaming his name over and over. When you weren't screaming his name your mouth hung open with moans escaping it. Lee Know just stared at your fucked up state with a smirk. You then felt yourself about to cum, you shook your head over and over making the bell ring in your ears.

"Is my little kitty gonna cum for me?" He said as he quickly took his fingers in and out of you. As predicted you came all over Lee Know's hands, your tail, and your costume. You blushed as Minho put his fingers in his mouth and smiled. "Good," he said as he continued to suck his fingers like they were coated in the sweetest sugar known to mankind. "I think I want some more," he said as he bent down to your leaking cunt. He lapped at the liquid from your thighs. Minho licked his way over to your core and started slipping his tongue inside you. The sensation of his entire tongue slowly moving in and out of you made your legs shake in satisfaction. 

You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood as you felt yourself already coming closer to cumming again. As Lee Know's right hand massaged your thigh and the other played with your sensitive clit, rubbing circles, you came again. Embarrassed at how quickly it happened you rolled over and blushed. Your legs soaked as they stuck together. Lee Know crawled up to you. 

"You were being so good, what's with this?" Lee Know said slightly aggressive. 

"It's embarrassing," you whined as he rubbed your thigh more. 

"No, you're just showing me how much you love me. Prove how much I turn you on, how good I make you feel." He said sternly. You liked this dominant side of Minho and it turned you on more than you'd like to admit. You rolled back over on the bed, as your tail was displayed between your legs. You put your hands to your face in an attempt to hide the embarrassment as Lee Know grabbed your Vibrator. He examined it for a minute before turning it on. This is the first time Minho would be using this on you and you were slightly curious as to what he was going to do. You then felt the vibration on your core. He used it quite harshly, smirking every time it'd make you jump in pleasure. You grabbed onto his shoulders with your claws digging into him.

"Please Minho," you whined out as you threw your head back, your bell ringing. Lee Know hushed you softly. He kept on teasing you, not going any deeper than half a centimeter. You swallowed harshly before you were going to beg again. To your surprise he shoved your vibrator right into you, now knuckles deep causing you to moan out his name and squint your eyes. Minho slowly moved it around inside you. The lewd sounds echoing throughout the entire dormitor. It pleased Lee Know to know everyone can hear how good he makes you feel.

Then he started thrusting it in and out of you. Your jaw hung open as he slammed it into you over and over as it got coated in your arousal. You soon felt your body tensing up and latching onto Minho. He already knew what this meant, this wasn't the first time he made you cum like this. 

You basically sprayed all over him, soaking your tail and his hands. He licked up all of your legs, "cleaning" you essentially. "Such a good kitty," Minho cooed in between licks. 

"K-kitty?" You blushed. 

"You can't tell me you don't like it when I call you that," he smirked.

[neoarchipelago]

Soul link 4 - Christmas time

God DAMN IT THIS IS ROTTING MY BRAIN PLEASE HELP!

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Winter time had rolled in. The cold wind and cloudy skies brought ironic joy to the recruits. For a lot of them, it was a moment to spend with their families, given leave for a few days. You were also given leave. Unfortunately, you had nowhere to go. You were going to spend the next two weeks on the base, indulging yourself in some rest. Little lies told to yourself, knowing damn well you'd help with work any time you could to avoid feeling lonely.

You walked through the yard, black jeans, military boots, long flowy sleeves of your white blouse, tucked in your pants, secured by a thin belt, pretty black bow as a tie, a tiny bell in the middle, clinging at every step. It might be one of your favorite things at Christmas time. The bells. You loved the sound of the bells, jingling on hats, wreaths or trees. You opened the door to the office building, the whiff of warm air making your hair slightly float for a split second. You shivered, rubbing your arms to warm up the skin underneath the too thin fabric. You were still happy to be able to wear these clothes, a refreshing change from the usual tactical gear and military uniforms.

You hopped up the stairs, the little jingle of your bow making you smile. You turned right, heading for Captain Price's office, hoping to be given some kind of task. You grabbed your phone, checking for notifications as you skipped your way through the hallway, jumping up and down once in a while to make the bell ring. The more it ringed, the more you smiled.

You were almost there when something caught you by the waist, roughly pulling you to the right. You yelped, your fight instincts kicking in as you tried to punch the person. Your wrist was caught immediately as you were pushed against a wall. You took in your surroundings, trying to create some kind of escape plan when you noticed the files on the shelves. The archive room. The door closed, the sound of the lock being turned making you shiver.

However, you relaxed immediately, the pretty ears twitching making your muscles loosen up.

"LT..?" You asked in a whisper.

His eyes were slitted, a little frown on his face as they scanned your body. You blushed under his scrutinizing gaze. You adjusted yourself against the wall, getting a bit more comfortable. The bell rang lowly, as if in a whisper. His eyes snapped to the sound, pupils dilating. It made you gasp, your fascination growing. His hand rose to your neck, your heartbeat picking up. Two fingers hitting the gray round thing, almost hidden by the silky fabric of your bow. The sound rang in the silence. It wasn't loud. But in the density of the noiseless room, it felt like an echo in the dark.

"Are you… toying with me?" He asked with a little scolding.

"Excuse me..?" You asked.

"The bell. Are you toying with me?" He asked more firmly.

You blinked. What? The realization hit you like a truck. Cat… bell. Cat. The bell! The sound of the bell! You closed your eyes, huffing a little chuckle.

"No sir. I didn't even think of it. I thought you were out on leave." You explained softly.

He eyed you for a second.

He wasn't attracted to bells. He had a lot more self control than that. Therefore it was more than just shock when his ears and tail popped out at the sound of a distant, small, high pitched bell. He was horrified with himself. He had taken a glance out the door, seeing you, watching your phone, jumping your way in the hallway. His tail had shaken way too excitedly and he had wanted to punch himself in the face.

"Where did you get that?" He asked.

Perhaps it was a special bell. Something electronic, a special frequency.

"Hum.. it's a simple bell… it came with the bow…" you answered, confused.

His mind was running full speed, all over the place. He simply had to find the meaning of his reaction. He was a fucking lieutenant in the military, part of a special task force, he was a killer, a monster, not a pet attracted to some squeaky toy! What if he heard another bell on the battlefield?! Absolutely not!

"Sir..?" You asked.

It was hard to think. You kept distracting him. Your voice, your heartbeat, your scent. Your scent. Your scent…?

"God fucking damn it." He hissed.

It wasn't the bell only. It was the bell mixed with your scent. His eyes were wide, shock and frustration mixing.

"Sir…"

"What?" He snapped. You flinched, he saw it. And he instantly felt bad.

"Can… I have my hand back…" you asked, looking down.

He hadn't let go of your wrist. Shit. He took a deep breath. He straightened himself, taking in his position, way too incredibly close to you, as he let go.

"Who wears a bell around their neck?" He let out.

"I do." You pouted, crossing your arms. You looked offended much to his dismay. "I like it. They sound pretty."

"What are you doing here dressed like that anyway?" He crossed his arms as well.

"I'm on leave sir! I can dress however I want." You answered in the same annoyed tone.

"Doesn't explain what you are doing here." He snarled.

"I was looking for Captain Price." You answered, trying to keep up a facade under the sharpness of his tone.

"He's not here." He informed you.

"Oh…" you looked slightly disappointed.

"What do you need?"

"Hum… nothing. Was looking for something to do." You mumbled.

"Why aren't you going home?"

You felt yourself crumble. Home. Where was even that for you? This base. Here. Was the closest thing to 'home'. You took too long to answer, and he got it. He understood. No need for whispers. He understood. It hit too close to home. He was on leave too. Price had the whole squad on leave, ordering him to go out, enjoy his days off without hiding at the base. Price knew. He knew what happened at Christmas and why he hated it so much. So he, too, was looking for something to do.

"I have to find some files for a current suspect. Some old data on him. Can't fucking find it for the love of god." He asked, a hidden offer behind his words.

"Can.. I help?" You asked back.

He nodded as you happily jumped, the bell ringing.

"No. No jumping." He warned, his hand hiding his eyes, the last little vulnerability of him.

You cleared your throat.

"Sorry… would you like me to take it off?" You questioned, hands raising, ready to take action upon your words.

"No." He hurried, words faster than his brain.

He mentally insulted himself before turning back to the shelves. "Leave it on."

[revelisms]

Excerpt: Six Years

Vi wrestles with the realization of how much her sister has changed—and how many unwanted parallels she sees between Silco and their father. From a work-in-progress set after heron blue.

In some ways, she was still so familiar. Her perpetual nest of a living condition and geriatric sense of humor; her inability (refusal) to tend to her hair, herself. Yet, in so many ways, she's nothing like the girl Vi remembers. 

A shell. A stranger.

Jinx—a name that doesn't belong to her sister, that christens a girl who spits at the name Powder; whose body bares sinew and steel, wears yellowed stains at her chipped fingernails and speaks a drawl decades beyond her years—isn't a child, anymore. 

Eleven years, enmeshed in each others' days and nights; eleven, that Vi had always been with her. 

Powder's rock and shield. Powder's everything.  

Then the cannery had happened. Stillwater had happened. That monster had happened—

A monster whose gait she could pick out from a crowd: hears prowling over the floors now, above the jukebox and the metal tickings and her sister's self-directed rambling—a heavy-heeled th-thumping up the varnished steps, his coat a devil's whisper against the walls.

Vi steels herself. Beside her, Jinx prattles on. 

"Y'ever thought of fighting in a ring, sis?"

Th-thump, th-thumping over the dark floors.  

"You'd be the scrappiest scrapper in the Underground. Bet they'd call ya the Red Devil—or Lead Lettie—or Sourmouth Suckerpunch—"

She stares, unblinking, plastic squeezed beneath her thumb. Through the sliver of her sister's cracked door, a polish-slick boot wades through the shadows. Stills.  

"What you really need," Jinx says, with a lax crook of her screwdriver, "is a pair of Vandie's old gauntlets—that'll set'em right."

Vi swallows. The hall's dark devours the wraith on the other side of the door: shrouds all but the unearthly cat's-eye that tips over the leather at his shoulder, burning like a funeral pyre over a rotting corpse. 

"Yeah," she says, stiffly. Comb-teeth bite into her palm. "That's all I need."

His stare lingers—three-four-five beats—before it flits to the floor, trails over the blue tangled within her fingers, traces its mess back to the girl lounged beside her. Jinx stays worlds away in her tinkering, head lolled against the floor. She wrenches another screw into place.

"It's late," Jinx huffs, without needing a glance. "I know."

Silence, for a moment. Then Silco agrees, "It's late, indeed."

Jinx scowls. "One'ta talk."

If the shadows weren't playing a trick on her, Vi might have thought he'd smirked. But that bastard never smiled—never did anything but glare over his paperwork, around the vile plumes of his cigars: eyeing her hyena of a sister like a stray in need of a meal, and Vi like a bull ready to charge. 

Signing a blood-pact to his enterprise (their city's scheme for fiscal independence; her sister's unfathomable choice for a homestead) had done nothing in the way of trust. He'd taken an overseer's scrutiny to her, from the day she'd put her name in ink: a dead-eyed panopticon hounding her every waking hour, as though she'd never left that molding cell.

On one hand, a part of her reasoned, he had a right—sizing up her methods, as he would any new recruit; strategizing where best to slot her in the arteries of a drug-machine already years on the march. A more cynical thread knew he was laying his cards flat and playing the long game. Slouching back, idly, with eyes unblinking, to find any reason to put her under his heel.

She stares at the unmarred side of his face: a dim halo in a coal-blackened sea.

Eleven years that she'd been with Powder.

Six—nearly seven, now—that Jinx has had this snake at her side.

From the doorway, his shadow gravels, "I take it you'll be off soon." 

"Soon as the bell chimes." Jinx flits her wrist, pinkie-promise. "Not a rhyme later—cross my hearts and hope to snore."

Silco makes a low chuff at that: strange, quiet, bemused. A not-quite laugh, like Dad used to do. 

For a moment, a breath tangled in her throat, Vi sees him. 

He was tower of a man, thin as a string. His voice itched with smoke-pocked lungs and dreams that glittered like the stars. He kept chewing tobacco sweetened with cinnamon under his tongue, and he wore the mines on his clothes; gave hugs that made one's soul feel like it'd been wrapped in down-feathers; made the moonlight seem like nothing more than hand-sculpted glass: some beautiful thing he'd spooled on a thread and hung up there for all to see.

He'd been everything to her—her image of whistle-toothed optimism, her laughter, her guiding light—until he wasn't.

Freckles smattering her cheeks, her unruly hair the color of redmilk tea, a younger version of herself had shrieked over the idea of having to share her plates, pillows, toys with some snot-nosed little girl—a blue-haired, rambunctious, wailing thing—a sister. She'd stomped her feet and thrown fits over it. Told Dad, flat out: I don't wanna have her!

He'd stood slouched over her, hands bracketed at his thin waist, a glitter in his pale eyes, and chuffed. You'll do great, Lettie. His smile always pulled a touch crooked at one corner: a sincerity that, without fail, made her believe him. 

She'd always believed him, then. 

She was too young, too naïve not to.

Staring into an empty threshold, into a shadowed hall, a ghost of footsteps thudding down the dark floors, Vi fights to forget their father's voice. To block out the echo of a rasp no part of her wants to compare to it. To ignore the remnants of smoke on the air—tower of a man, thin as a string, heels heavy-footed from those damn mines—that belonged to a man she'd sooner wring the neck of. Wouldn't dare put in the same vein of everything their father was.

(Complicated. Self-loathing. Hellishly tempered. Kind.)

[wuahae]

congrats on 1k!!!!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 i was wondering if I could propose: seungcheol + 12:17am + the swings at the park down the street? hope you have a great day!!!

[00:17] / swings at the park down the street

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the night air sits a little chilly on seungcheol's skin, his t-shirt and jeans not doing much to keep the warmth on an september night. if he looked on the bright side, seungcheol supposes it's a good thing the alcohol comfortably buzzing in his system lets the cold turn into more of a cool breeze, but on the other hand...

"cheol, i think the world stopped spinning!"

seungcheol sighs, turning his head to you. you turn back to him, eyes shining bright as you lean your head on the swing chain. his jacket runs a little too big on you, the ends of the sleeves covering your palms as you hold onto the swing. "do you wanna go for round 2?"

"we have to go home," he chides, exasperated.

"oh relax," you wave off, pushing up the sleeve to take a good look at your empty wrist. "it's only um... 11:00! live a little!"

seungcheol whips his phone out, the time on the lockscreen glaring at full brightness. "it's midnight."

you pout, kicking the bark beneath your feet sullenly. your right heel comes flying off, landing somewhere between the park bench and the see-saw. "lame..."

seungcheol gives you a flat look, making a mental note to pick up your shoe before you leave the park. “you barely made it out of the karaoke bar in one piece, and you want to go for a round 2?”

“well i’m here, aren’t i? perfectly fine and normal!”

“really? what street are we on.”

"you know i'm bad with directions!"

he resists the urge to run a hand down his face. the only reason seungcheol even agreed to coming to the college mixer with you is because he knew you wouldn't fare well if left on your own. the last time you went out drinking, you threw up in the bushes a couple feet behind the street vendor, and the time before that, you'd drunk-dialed him at 3:00AM in tears, and when he managed to get out of the house wearing mismatching flip-flops ready to find you, your friends had managed to grab the phone from you and tell him that you were only crying over a stray cat that wouldn't bother to give you the time of day.

and of course, he was there for you both times, and all the times before that, which only meant that he needed to be there for you this time too. (seungcheol tries not to think about the implications of that statement for too long, otherwise he'll start feeling as stupid as jeonghan's judgemental looks tell him he is.)

you narrow your eyes, waggling your finger at him. "so are you gonna tell me about it?"

"about what?"

"the mixer!" you exclaim. "i saw nayoung making googly-eyes at you the whole time. did you get her number?"

seungcheol pauses. "who?"

you throw your hands in the air, exasperated. "um, lee nayoung? literally every guy in our year would pay to get her to even look at them for five seconds, and she was looking at you all night. for free!"

frowning, seungcheol tilts his head. “doesn’t ring a bell.”

you lean back on the swing, and seungcheol readies himself in case you lose balance and fall backwards. "you're so hopeless, cheol. i keep inviting you to these things cause everyone keeps calling you painfully single, but we end up having this conversation every time. isn't there anyone you like?"

yeah, he bites his tongue. you.

he could say it. he could say it right now. maybe if he said it, then it would be like ripping off a bandaid. quick—not quite painless, but it had to be better than existing in this weird limbo where he's the first one you call when you're drunk and you're the first person he thinks of telling when anything good in his life happens. if he said it, no matter the result, at least he wouldn't have to keep it a secret anymore. at least you would know.

but instead, seungcheol says:

"it's late. we need to go back."

there's a brief pause, one where you shift in your swingseat and the cold metal presses against the skin of his palms as he wrestles with the weight of everything he's squashed down inside him, yet again.

“…can we at least get fishcakes on our way home?" you ask, and you at least have the decency to sound a little sheepish about it.

your shoulder moves slightly, jacket slipping off your shoulder. seungcheol sighs, walking over to adjusting it, before zipping it up fully. it would only get colder through the night. he really was an idiot.

"yeah. the usual?"

[crownin-thestars]

Keep up, Mudblood

~

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express pulled him out of dreamland. Jimmy moaned tiredly, stirring a bit before opening his eyes. He hadn't got much sleep last night, he was up all night making sure he had everything packed and ready to go for his first year at Hogwarts. It's quite exciting, you know? Learning magic?

It was probably a huge shock to his parents receiving that letter. Afterall, it’s not every day a shapeshifting cat knocks on your door telling you your son is a wizard. To be honest, it surprised him too. He was just Jimmy, he was a normal boy. Well.. now that he thought about it, normal children don’t make the lights blow when they get a temper tantrum.

Jimmy closed the window, the train speeding across the tracks was a bit loud for him. With the sound of the outside world muffled, he could finally hear the bells coming from the corridors of the train, a warm voice calling out. “Anything from the trolley?” He missed how the fellow student in his carriage winced.

“Hello dear, anything from the trolley?”

“Me-? Oh, I uh…” He stared at the trolley, overwhelmed by the amount of sweets he could choose from. They were all… magical though, right? Could he even eat them? “No- Nothing-”

“I’ll uh.. I’d like a cauldron cake and a pumpkin juice please.” The other student piped up. He made quick eye contact with Jimmy as the lovely witch got his order together. Huh, his eyes were purple. He'd never seen someone with purple eyes before. “A-Actually, I’d like two of each.” He smiled sheepishly, taking out some galleons from his pocket. He thanked the trolley lady with a polite, a little bit awkward, smile before she moved on. “I could see you eyeing that entire trolley. Here, this is one of my favourites.” He handed Jimmy the extra cake and pumpkin juice he got.

The muggleborn stared at the ominous looking green filling, to say he was put off was a little bit of an understatement. It did look good at the same time though… The other boy raised a brow.

“Go on, it's not poisoned.” He said before going back to his own business, looking out the window to keep his eyes on something natural while he ate.

Jimmy looked down at the cake. It did smell strongly of chocolate, and he liked chocolate! And it seemed his little pet did too. His attention was caught by a short croak, the little frog asking Jimmy to feed her the cake.

“You've been real quiet, aye Judy? That's very polite.” He smiled as he broke off a small piece of his cake as a reward, placing it in the white frog's tank. Judy ate it with a little ‘aa’.

Jimmy subconsciously took his own bite after, pleasantly surprised at the fragrant yet delicious mix of chocolate, mint, and lime flavour from the green filling. He wouldn't have thought of this combination, maybe he should try and make this at home. He looked over at the other student, noticing a bit of colour on his wrist.

“Hey, what's that you're wearing? On your uh.. yeah.” He pointed to his wrist, looking curiously at the red and blue band. The other student looked at him, then looked at the band, then back at him, as if he had just been asked the most atrocious thing in the world.

“I-I didn't sit here for the conversation, you know?”

“Ah- sorry I just.. nevermind.”

Jimmy sat awkwardly, waiting for them to arrive at their destination. He looked out the carriage door as he heard someone running outside.. chasing a ferret? He sighed, closing his eyes as he took another bite of his cake.

He must have fallen asleep at some point, his carriage mate was now in his robes, cake still in hand. They must have almost arrived, which means it was about time Jimmy had changed. Strange though, Jimmy had finished his cake already, but the other student's barely looked half eaten. Small appetite maybe? Or maybe he was saving it for later. Maybe Jimmy should have done that too-..

~

“Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you can take your seats, you must first be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.” Jimmy remembered reading those words when he was trying to figure out more about the school. He heard a scoff behind him, and he'd almost turned around, but then the teacher started speaking again. “Your triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking and you will lose points.”

“He's definitely a muggleborn, just look at him.” He overheard a student sneer behind him.

“Hey look,” He felt a tug at his robes, and he turned around startled. “Jimmy Solidarity? Your mummy don't trust you with your things, mudblood?”

“Oh pipe down, Snyde. Put it down.” Another boy grumbled. “Put it down, or I'll just tell the cohort about what happened on the train.” The student that had the robes in hand instantly let go. “Sorry about that.” Jimmy looked at the boy, he had a chubby face and had dark brown hair. A green streak of hair fell in between his eyes, but his hair was fluffy enough that it didn't look off when messy.

“No harm done…” Jimmy mumbled to him before turning back to the front. To be honest, it wasn't that true. He knew what that word meant, but it's not like now was the time to show it. He could feel that boy looking at him and it made him a bit uneasy.

“We're ready for you now, follow me.”

~

The Great Hall was so big, it kind of reminded Jimmy of a church. It was different from a church though, there were long tables for students to sit at, and the ceiling definitely was not the night sky inside a church. He overheard a student saying that it was just bewitched to look like one, but he thought it was incredibly cool either way. He thought the headmaster was pretty old, long white hair and slightly rough voice. He probably was pretty old actually, maybe like 100 years now?

“Mumbo Jumbo.”

There were 4 rows of tables. One for each house it looked like. On the far right was the blue and bronze house, the one that showed the traits of wit and learning. A nerdy house, Jimmy thought.

“Ravenclaw!”

“Pearl Moon.”

Next to that was the table of the brave that were filled with chivalry. He could tell what house it was from a mile away because of the striking scarlet and gold colours it wore.

“Gryffindor!”

“Scar Goodtimes.”

The next table was one that Jimmy liked the idea of. They valued loyalty and hard-work, and that was something Jimmy admired. The yellow and black were such a lovely colour combo.

“Hufflepuff!”

“Grian Xelqua.”

And the final table, from what Jimmy's heard, was full of troublemakers. The students in green and silver were all cunning, but they were also full of ambition, willing to go above and beyond to reach for success.

“Slytherin!”

Jimmy clapped along with everyone as the others were assigned their houses. Slightly nervous about where he might be going. If he were to be placed in Ravenclaw, he feared he wouldn't be able to keep up with the rest of the students. However, if he ended up in something like Gryffindor, that would force him into taking up a strong leadership role. He wasn't sure if he was quite ready for that.

“Joel Smallbeans.”

He watched as the boy with the green streak of hair emerged from the crowd, making his way up to the chair. Smallbeans… he liked that last name, Jimmy thought it sounded cute. The boy cautiously sat down on the chair, and the sorting hat was placed onto his head. The moment the hat touched his head, it yelped, successfully startling both the boy, the teacher, and also himself maybe.

“You are very like your mother, aren't you?”

“Wh.. what do you-”

“You have always been one to see the good in everyone, even if they have proven otherwise time and time again. The only thing that has ever convinced you is when they decide to come after one of your friends, isn't that right?”

Jimmy could see how the boy, Joel, stiffened, his jaw left hanging as any words he had must have gotten stuck in his throat. Ouch, that must've hit something, huh?

“I can sense that passion inside you, however, incredibly slick, and so eager to get what you want by any means. I see you have taken after your aunt. Hmm… yes… a very difficult choice…”

He watched as Joel closed his eyes, muttering words under his breath. His brows were furrowed, unaware of his surroundings, and his lips were pressed together. He fidgeted with his hands, just anything to help make the time it took for him to get sorted seem shorter. He’d never seen the hat take so long on a decision before.

“Mmm… best make it… Slytherin!!”

Jimmy could see how Joel winced.

“A-are you sure?”

“Why of course, I have no doubt about it. You could go to many, many places in Slytherin.”

Joel took in a deep breath as the hat was removed from his head. He looked over at the table, and he slowly made his way over.

“Jimmy Solidarity.”

Jimmy perked up hearing his name. He gently pushed through the crowd of students in front of him, chest growing heavier the closer he got. He looked up at the teacher, anxiousness clear in his eyes. The teacher just smiled at him assuringly, at least that did motivate him to at least sit on the chair.

The sorting hat was placed on his head, and he could FEEL the low hum that came from it.

“No doubt about this one. Hufflepuff!!”

Jimmy took a second, realising where he'd just been sorted to. A wide smile grew on his face, oh my gosh, he actually got into Hufflepuff? The sorting hat was removed from his head as the room applauded. He hopped off the chair and skipped over to the table. Oh, the seniors were so welcoming, oh goodness. He couldn't be happier.

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Word count: 1727 words

Tags: @witiraisaqueen

Hi you probably don't remember but I said that I would tag you if I ever wrote something for my little hogwarts au so here you go

[xiaos-wedded-partner]

Female!ReaderxKazuha

Contents: Fluff, Soaked Reader, Comfort

( am I tagging this right ? )

TW: None&lt;;33

100% proofread

Im not sure what I'm writing here, just incoherent babbles and then deleting and restarting until I get something good. Enjoy my writers-block suffering!:D

Kazuha was sitting in his chair at his desk, playing a game. He took a sip from his water bottle, sighing as he took the hairband that held his ponytail out. Shaking his head lightly to let his hair fall sorta naturally. Sliding the hairband onto his wrist as he continued playing, smiling as he noticed the hairband touching the bracelet you gave him.

"Heh..."

He looked back up at his game, continuing to play. Looking forward to whenever you would come into his room at random.

..Like you always did.

Meanwhile,

You had been lying on your bed, bored. You had just gotten home an hour or so ago. Already changed from your soaking wet clothes into pyjamas. Well, I say pyjamas, but it was just some pants with cat patterns and a sports bra.

You stood up, grabbing a black cardigan and putting it on. Faintly smiling when you heard the small jingle noise of a small bell coming from your wrist, from the bracelet kazuha had given you.

You walked over to his room, knocking on the door with a grin. Knowing he'd be waiting to see you.

Kazuha had heard the knock, looking up to see you standing in his doorway, eyes widening slightly as he got off his chair.

"Oh, hey there, sleepyhead~" He chuckled as he came closer to you, standing infront of you. He bent down to kiss your cheek before putting a hand on it, his thumb softly caressing it. His other hand moved to the back of your neck. Pulling you close to him as he pulled you into a tight hug.

"You're soaking wet!.. Where have you been?"

"Oh, I went out to go get chocolate. But I ended up getting caught in the rain, so I had to change into pyjamas. I'm sorry if my hair is still wet."

You responded with a small giggle, hugging him back. You nuzzled your face into his exposed chest as he was only wearing a cardigan and shorts.

The cardigan he was wearing was done up a little bit, still open enough to give you big enough of a boob window to stick your face in. Snaking your arms around his waist.

He chuckled as he kissed your forehead. "You always make excuses just to be able to hug me~"

He wrapped you in an even tighter hug, smiling as he kissed your temple. "You'll catch a cold if you're cold and wet like this~"

He giggled softly. Putting his free hand against your head, moving his hand to the side of your face and running his thumb through your hair.

"I know, I know.."

You pouted. But despite the pout, you leaned into his hand. Enjoying his affection.

"I'm just very bad at using towels to dry my hair.. also, the hairdryer is in your room. I didn't want to disturb you by using it or trying to grab it."

You mumbled. Slowly smiling as you looked back up at those sweet red eyes of his.

"Eh, you know you're always welcome to use my things, right?.. Besides, it's not like it'd disturb me."

He chuckled as he kissed you once more.

"Though, we gotta dry you off, you'll catch a cold, dummy." He spoke in a soft and playful tone.

The pout quickly returned to your face. Looking up at him like a judemental cat.

"I am not a dummy."

"Then stop coming to see me like you're a drowned cat~" he chuckled and ruffled your hair with one hand as he playfully smiled and stared down at you. "You look so silly looking like that, dummy."

-

☆ End ☆

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[wyvernwyrm]

I’m NOT okay about this man

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Nagato with cat ears and tail on pastel pink background. He is standing while holding a small dark grey bag with red button. His head is tilted to the right, there is a slight smile on his face. He is wearing a dark grey crop top with red edges and a short dark grey skirt. There are long dark grey silk gloves on his arms with a red stripe on his wrists and two red stripes on his shoulders. He also has a black collar with a golden bell. There are light nylon stockings on his legs /.End ID]

[daycare-vore-off]

🌶🟣: raising my own sassy eyebrow at him I couldn't help the smile, Rascal he is. Wonder if he's going to use it as bait later.. not interrupting him I started to follow as I remember hearing about lunar while I was in his stomach. "I'll have to be sure to thank him" I'll take care of the sweater until then.

Wait he knitts!! I couldn't help the happy swing of my tail or the ruffle of my feathers not that they actually ruffled being weighed down with his mix drink of saliva. I personally can't get the hang of knitting it hurts my wrist more then crocheting does. But God knows the mountain of yarn I own.

Wait focus he's talking! The hallway did looked up kept which with everyone here I didn't expect anything less, they really take good care of this sections. "Noted" I will have to take my cloths there after my clean up.

Rolling my eyes at the employee part. Lucky bastards get a good set up and leave cuz there chicken? "They sound like scarty cats" i wanted to say the valugar word version but im not keen on being that curd to a place so welcoming.

oh wait eclipses, and lunar stay here too. I knew mango did, that's really cool! I mean I knew they had to stay somewhere but it's nice they get there own place, fazz Corp or what ever I know isn't the nicest. Hold so where does glitch live? In the Arcade sections?

Before I could ask he left, I'll just ask when he gets back. "Alright glitchy"

Turning back to the apartment I mentally grumbled how it was much nicer then my own. And the stupid butt heads didn't even have to worry about driving like come on! Ide snoop more in the room later but for now I need to wash.

Granted it was nice to smell like one of my favorite fruits. I never liked pina coladas fully, I mean I drank em for sure. And I love the fruit separately, coconuts were my favorite! But never like the drink as much as you think a coconut fan should. Though it was still a wonderful scent.

Carefully gathering the uniform I went into the bathroom to take care of myself. Afterwords after carefully washing my new necklace and drying it with a soft washcloth I noted how I still smelt like glitch..damn did they make the scent strong. Like dude I've made cold press soaps before and this is quality stuff if it sticks like this. Color me impress.

Fixing myself up I did find styling gel, I didn't dare touch the tooth brush I saw. My wings no longer there having dispelled them. Out in the dorm I saw a full length mirror next to the closet. "Heh people would think I actually work here" my expression soften as I took in my attire.. I did miss working with children.

I'm forgetting something.. right right cloths. Humming softly to myself a note slipping out every so often. It was a soft soothing, melody. I followed where glitch had said, glad it was just down the hall cuz at times my direction sense is horrid. Doing the adjustments for a small load I started it all up.

My arms adjusted a bit still not used to sharing my appearance, it was nice..this all been just really, really nice.

*there are footsteps with jingling bells that stop behind you,Eclipse and Glitch don't wear bell and the shadow that's cast isn't tall enough to be Sun or Moon, so that just leaves-*

🔵🌕⚪:Hello! *He's holding a folded rainbow colored sweater in his arms while smiling at you cheerfully* Glitchy told me you needed to borrow one of my sweaters so I chose one of my favorites.

He got into a fight with the mean suited people so I brought one for you instead of him while they busy were fighting about....*he pauses, looking a little confused*

well I don't really know what they were fighting about just that they were really angry at each other. *He goes back to smiling, rocking back and forth on his heels, waiting for you to take the sweater*

*seems you may need to wait a bit longer to ask Glitch those questions...or you could ask Lunar*

[pawfulofwaffles]

My designs :] This took like a week I think

Closeups in pairs

(the yawning gap above the shorter characters is because eeeeeerrr ummmm I thought it was a good idea to maintain height differences at first but it doesn’t really look good but I’m lazy and didn’t feel like cropping it) had to go on the website instead of the app to post this since the website lets u post more than ten o_0

Me yapping about each characters design below ⬇️

- Split has a bunch of spots on her pelt, like a banana.(spots are random right now, I’m trying to come up with actual placement I can remember. The spots on her shell aren’t random tho)

- Bive has a long thin tail with a tuft at the end, and patches and stitched up rips in her coat.

- Lampert has a star at the end of his chain(I swear I saw an artist that added this that inspired me to add it) and a plush body(like, if you cut him open he has stuffing)

- Gnarpy’s tail bulbs are shaped like stars, with the stingers on the point of them. Also, technically gnarpians hind legs are designed to be digitigrade, but when in their armor and boots, they walk plantigrade. Also also Gnarpian blood is purple and called glarzle.

- Gnarpy made Spud fluffy and gave him paws when xe experimented on him?? Idk man I just saw someone give him fluff and paws and was like “hell yeah” also the bottom of Spud’s shirt is tied

- Gregoriah has a short spaded tail.

- Pest has two pairs of arms and red paw pads, a short abdomen-like tail with two antennae extending from the base of his tail(there is a reason I give bug characters that but I’m not explaining it now), beetle wings(not visible, they’re under his sweatshirt), and a silky furred head.

- Poob has an animal nose, curly fur, star shaped paw pads, a color block hoodie, red sneakers with stars drawn onto them and red paw pad markings on the bottom of their sneakers, and a puffy tail. There is confetti caught in the curls on their head and in their tail.

- Infected has scene wear on. He also has freckles(BECAUSE I SAY SO!!1!) and curly dark brown hair. His snot and blood are pink and black checkered. The pins I added on his pants aren’t actually part of his design, I just wanted to add them lol but the pin on his beanie is part of the design

- You can only see the outline of Unpleasant unless something is covering/absorbed in his fur and hair. Most important thing to mention ig is that he has a large bushy tail. Also SHORT UNPLEASANT SUPREMACY IDGAF IF THEY’RE CANONICALLY TALLER THAN MOST PEOPLE

- DrRETRO is HUGE. The only one who’s taller than her is MR. She’s close to height with Wallter, but he’s slightly shorter. She has one a those doctor mirrors on her head, big eyes and a big mouth(her expressions are always exaggerated). She has a white doctor’s coat with a light blue-cyan undershirt, and a stethoscope. Her paw pads are green(unless about to use her killing laser, then they’re pink) and the metacarpal paw pad is a medical cross.

- Folly got a thin tail with tuft on end woooo also hooves that you cant see with the boots on

- Prototype has joints and silver metacarpal paw pads.

- Scag is scag I just wanted 2 draw her

- Pilby has green swirls on their cheeks, their hood is fuzzy, they have a fluffy body, and there’s a pink tuft on the end of their tail. Their handpaws have ribbons with bells around their wrists, and their hind paws have frills around them. Also they have paw pads and each paw has a different color (upper right is blue, upper left is pink, lower right is turquoise, lower left is green)

- Mach is pretty much the same too lol

- Jermbo is shaped kinda bowling pinnish since Buck is his son or something. Also I actually went to the og image and looked at other pictures of Takeru(the name of the cat used in Jermbo’s image) to know what his patterning looks like

- Reddy has a collar with his red tie, overalls, and cuffs on his wrists. There’s a rip on his left overall pant to reveal the bad state his left leg is in

- Wallter is pretty much the same but has cracks in his left upper arm, right thigh, and also technically on on his left thigh but it’s covered by a bandage

Mark has woodchip hair, a construction vest, multiple scars on his arms(from construction. Mainly.) and a bandage above the joint in his stand.

Why did I choose these guys but leave out other characters, like MR, Sarah, Emerson, or Enphoso? Either because 1. I haven’t fully figured out my design for them yet, or 2. I just don’t care enough about them.

[greenelectricsky]

15.12 - bells! 🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔

Mirage loves bells in every shape, size and colour. He collects them and he decorates his den with them. When he is in, he walks and nudges them and creates a symphony of little, soft chimes.

🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔

Macavity, looking at his wrists and ankles, where he has tied rings with bells: And how long do I have to wear them?

Munkustrap, in a very, very, very calm voice: As long as I'm angry at you. I told you not to sneak behind me when I'm cooking. And beg Everlasting Cat so I don't change my mind and you'll be wearing them as long as my burns will heal.

Macavity, in a very small voice: ofcoursedarlingasyouwishdarling....

🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔

Mungojerrie to Rumpleteazer, amused: You see what I see?

Rumpleteazer, also amused: I see and I don't believe it...

Mungojerrie: Do they think it will stop us? Dishearten us?

Rumpleteazer: I don't know, I don't care. Let's go...

And they sneak without a sound between complicated construction of strings, bells and traps.

🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔

Alonzo: Did you hear that?

Cassandra: What?

Alonzo: I don't know... bells maybe?

Cassandra: No... No, I can't hear anything unusual.

Alonzo: And now?

Cassandra, shakes her head.

The situation repeats itself a few times.

Alonzo: I have enough! I don't know what this is but it's not funny anymore! I'm going home! Are you coming?

Cassandra: Yes...

Mungojerrie to Rumpleteazer, after Cassandra and Alonzo walk away: Perfect plan, Teaz.

Rumpleteazer: And perfect execution, Jerrie.

🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔

Rum Tum Tugger: Hi!... Oh, we have a new door bell?

Mistoffelees: Yes.

Rum Tum Tugger: Why?

Mistoffelees: Because we had guests and they... Well, long story short, they stole the last one.

Rum Tum Tugger: What?

Mistoffelees: Jerrie and Teazer.

Rum Tum Tugger: Right...

🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔

WARNING!!!! ABOUT SEX!!!!!!!

Mistoffelees: And are you sure you want to only watch?

Rum Tum Tugger: Yes.

Mistoffelees: No kissing, no touching, no joining, only watching?

Rum Tum Tugger: Yes! I'm sure! I want to watch as you two have fun together!

Mistoffelees, shrugging: OK... Anyway, here is a bell, if you change your mind...

Rum Tum Tugger: I don't need it, I'm sure.

Misto and Munku start kissing and caressing each other. After a few minutes they hear a bell and start laughing hard...

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[catsoftheclowders]

Groups Outside of Clowders

Deserts Cliffs Barn Cats 

Ducky - massive, fat black and white tom with a short, bent, thin tail. He has a scruffy face and beard, with grey marks on his muzzle. He has orange eyes. He wears a blue bandana. (15 years, 9 months)

Bugs - large, grey and white molly with large, pointed ears. She has a fluffy tail and fluffy cheeks. She wears a green bandana and has green eyes. (7 years, 4 months)

Patches - large, tortoiseshell molly with fluffy cheeks and a fluffy tail. She has a dark chin and cheeks, and wears a purple bandana. Her eyes are orange. (7 years, 4 months)

Cooper - chubby white tabby tom with a long, thin tail, and small pointed ears. He has a bandana around his neck, and is missing his left back foot from the ankle down. His eyes are yellow. (5 years, 2 months)

Haling Cove Dock Cats

Captain - large, imposing brown tabby molly. She has a fluffy, broad head, and a fluffy tail. Her fur along her back drapes over her like a cape. She wears a red collar and has blue eyes. She has a scar across her lower back. (17 years, 6 months)

Blackbeard - massive, grey tom with a black beard and underbelly. He has large, bushy eyebrows and a large fluffy tail. His eyes are dark blue. His left ear is torn, and he has scars on his right wrist and right flank. (11 years, 7 months)

Treasure - extremely tall, white molly with large, floppy ears. She has a long thin tail and a domed face. She wears a gold collar and has yellow eyes. She has a small scar across her muzzle. (10 years, 8 months)

Ahoy - small, fluffy white molly with a dark tabby tail. She has fluffy cheeks and large pointed ears. She has a large, fluffy mane and wears a pink collar. Her eyes are red. she has a scar across her belly and her right cheek. (10 years)

Voyage - lanky, slinky black molly with large, goofy ears, and a long thin tail. Her eyes are green. She has a scar across her left flank, her right shoulder, and the right side of her throat.  (9 years, 5 months)

Neptune - lanky, slinky blue swirled tabby tom with a fluffy tail and mane of fur on the back of his neck. His eyes are yellow. He has a scar across his right knee and up the right side of his jaw. (9 years, 5 months)

Brine - tall, black tom with scattered white spots across his pelt. He has a scruffy neck and a long thin tail. He wears an orange collar and has orange eyes. He has a scar over his left eyebrow and his left hip. (8 years, 7 months)

Cthulu - frazzled, grey swirled tabby jack. Their fur sticks out in all directions, and they have bushy eyebrows. Their eyes are bright green. Their left ear is nicked, and their right shoulder is scarred. (8 years, 3 months)

Nessie - small, grey spotted molly with curly fur. She has no tail and has bright green eyes. Her eyebrows are bushy. She wears a purple belled collar. She has a scar on her right hip. (7 years, 8 months)

Kayak - lean, brown bengal tom with rosettes across his pelt. He has blue eyes and a long, thin tail. He has a small nick on his muzzle. (6 years, 10 months)

Selkie - lean, grey bengal tom with rosettes across his pelt and seal spots down his legs. He has yellow eyes and a fluffy tail. He has a bite mark on his left hip. (6 years, 10 months)

Diver - scrawny blue point molly with wide orange eyes. She has a large, bushy tail and large, rounded ears. (5 years, 8 months)

Anchovy - tiny, skinny silvery grey tom with an extremely long, thin tail. He has large, yellow eyes with beady pupils. (4 years, 9 months)

Guppie - tiny, skinny, dark grey molly with a large, fluffy tail. She has fluffy ears and large, orange eyes with beady pupils. (4 years, 9 months)

Sailor - small, tan and black molly with a white underbelly. She has a dramatic mustache and her fur flows down her back like a cape. She wears a blue and white striped collar and has brown eyes. (3 years, 11 months)

Mahi Mahi - large, yellowish tom with a dark dorsal stripe. He has a large, fluffy tail and a muscular neck. His muzzle is small and domed and his ears are small and usually pinned back. He has a bright green collar around his neck. (3 years, 10 months)

[warmaidensrevenge]

Persistent is key

Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Request by @salenorona23

Brief description: I just thought a request i wanna make its a eddie munson x plus!size reader. So i was thinking eddie is like deeply in love with the reader that he sto stocks her everywhere she gose and is like a little bit of a psychopath and he has pictures of her so at school he talks to the reader at admits he has a crush on her so they start dating and the reader falls in love with him so when eddie is getting them take out she snoops in his room and finds the pictures in his closet Or something she gets scared she was gonna leave but eddie came back so she pust everything back the way it was and just dose what she was doing before he left she tells and when eddie is back she tells him of what she found and he explains why he has some of her stuff and pictures of her and he begs her not to leave him so she doesn't because she loves him "sorry if its like really long i just had this idea you don't have to do it"

🙃

Cool I got you. Happy birthday!

Warning: stocker Eddie, bit of a creep, mentions of drug use, cursing. Not proof read and no word count.

One shot

🖤😬

Eddie could tell you the exact moment he fell for you. He just arrived at school late as always. He was at his locker when he saw you coming out of the main office looking at your schedule. A teacher was walking you toward one of your classes. You didn't notice him standing there gawking at you as you passed by. He remembered everything about you in the few seconds he was blessed with your presence. You had on some black high top Chuck Taylors with black leggings that hugged the curve of your plump bottom. You were wearing a slightly loose Van Halen black tshirt that was cut just a bit on the neck line showing just a hint of cleavage. You had on a lace black choker with a small pendent of a cat hanging from it. You didn't wear much makeup. Just a little mascara and some chapstick. You hair was held back with a studded headband. You looked absolutely beautiful.

Eddie headed to class after, just to see you sitting right by the door. His face felt drained of blood. He felt like he couldn't breath. You didn't look up from your text book. Which was kinda weird. Because normally when someone enters a room everyone would look to see who it was.

"Are you gonna sit down Mr Munson?"

The teacher brought Eddie out of your trance. The whole class laughed. That's when you finally looked up to see what everyone was laughing about. Your eyes met for a brief moment. You gave him a small side smile before returning back to your text book.

Eddie went to sit in his spot in the back next to Gareth.

" You ok Eddie? Looks like you've seen a ghost."

Eddie flicked his wrist at Gareth not answering his question. He stared at the side of your face the entire class. When the bell rang he watched you leave, your bountiful curves swaying. Eddie had stayed there for a minute and adjusted his junk because he was getting a chubby from looking at your ass.

During lunch he looked for you. He was gonna introduce himself and ask if you wanted to join him and the others at his table. You came in wearing headphones. He wonder what you were listening to. The way you were dressed made him think it was definitely something good. He stood up when you came close by. But you were heading to a table with all the book worms. He sat back down losing his courge. You were smart he thought. Which was intimidating to him. He watched you pull out one of your books and started doing some work.

"Eddie man is rude to stare." Dustin broke Eddie's concentration.

He just glared at the curly head boy and returned to look at you.

" You're starting to look like a creep." Mike said causing Eddie to throw a pretzel at him.

...

Eddie had purposefully failed his second year of highschool so that he could spend your senior year with you. He had more classes with you that year. And during memorial day weekend he went to the towns parade. He normally didn't go to things like that. Due to everyone thinking he was in some sort of cult. But you were in the schools marching band and he wanted to see you. He snapped photo after photo on the camera he saved up enough to buy just to take pictures of you. Roll after roll of film was filled with you. Going about your day at school or when you walked home after. Eddie would follow you to make sure you got home safe every day.

One day he was behind you walking to class when someone bumped into you and knocked the books out of your arms. Eddie pushed the person that bumped you. And went to you to help you.

" Uh thanks. It's um Eddie right?" You said

You knew his name. Damn you've must of heard about the freak.

" y-yeah. Eddie Munson." He said nervously.

" I'm y/n l/n."

Yeah I know. Eddie thought.

"It's nice to finally meet you." You said holding out her hand.

He hesitated for just a second before shifting the books to one side, wiping his hand on the front of his shirt. So that you couldn't feel how sweaty his hand got.

After that, anytime you saw him you would wave. You started buy weed from him. He would always try to give it to you for free but you wouldn't have it.

Eddie had invited you once to see him perform at the Hideout. And when you showed Eddie was completely enamored. You looked so beautiful that night. Afterwards Eddie asked if he could take you home. And to his surprise you accepted. Which was probably a mistake. Eddie now knew where you live and which room was yours. So coming to watch you for an hour or two through your bedroom window became a habit every other day. He watched as you danced making him smile. He saw you arguing with your father. Which hurt him that you were upset. He even saw you change a few times. Seeing your bare chest once. Eddie's body went into shock. He saw your perfect breast that looked like they would spill out of his hands. Your pretty nipples hard from the sudden cold they felt. Your not so flat tummy looks so soft and warm that Eddie wanted to use it as a pillow. When you turned around he could make out a small tattoo on your shoulder. He couldn't tell what it was since he was a bit far away from you. That's when he decided he need more.

The weekend you and your family went out of town, Eddie commit his first misdemeanor. Breaking and entering. He snuck into your room and laid on your bed sniffing you're pillow that smelled like apple shampoo. After a while he got up and looked around your room. You were definitely his type. Thick, nice, beautiful, smart, and had great taste in music. He stole a pair of panties along with a jacket. It smelled like you and he wanted it.

...

It took him a while to get you to like him or so he thought. At lunch one time he came over to the table you where sitting. Eddie was getting ugly looks from the others. He said that he really liked you and if you would do him the honor of going out on a date. Which ended with a kiss. Eddie was infatuated with you.

But after the time he helped you with your books you had started to like him too. After a few months of dating Eddie invited you to spend the night at his trailer when his uncle was at work. Knowing what might happen you went excitingly. You were falling in love with his crazy self. He was a weirdo but so where you. He was so theatrical all the time. He did it just to hear you laugh.

That night you went you were already wearing you pajamas you had your teddy in one arm and movies in the other. Eddie let you in and took the movies out of your hand and pulled you into his room. You laid on his bed back against the wall when he asked if you were hungry. You nodded and Eddie kissed you and left.

You were bored waiting around for him so you started looking around the room. You got up and opened his small jewelery box's trying on one of his rings. It was too big so you put it back or you would have swiped it. You kept looking through his things. You looked at his baby and ran your fingers over the chords. You finally got to the closet. It seemed like a normal closet until you pushed his clothes aside. You saw what looked like a type of alter. With a picture of you half naked and loads of others.

"What the hell Eddie!" you said while pulling out more and more. 2 pairs of panties, your favorite jacket that you thought you misplaced. Even a used Kleenex. You heard Eddie's van pull up and you shoved everything back in not having enough time to fix it. You jumped on the bed and pretend to be asleep. Eddie came in with containers of food. He nudged you and you sat up. You didn't really eat much and Eddie noticed.

" What's the matter sweetheart?"

" Nothing Eddie. I'm uhh just feel sick. Maybe I should go home.,"

"No princess don't go. I have medicine here. What ever you need I'll go get it for you."

You couldn't lie to him. He need to know what you knew. You stood up and made your way to his closet pulling it open and grabbing the half naked picture . " Why do you have this?"

Eddie scramble up to pull the picture out of your hand. But you pulled back so he couldn't reach it.

" Eddie stop it! Why do you have all this stuff?"

Eddie stopped and dropped his eyes to the ground slouching stepping back and sitting back on the bed.

" I-i I'm sorry. I never meant for you to see that. Please please don't leave. Just let me explain."

"Well Eddie I saw it. Now tell me what's going on. Do you plan on making me a human sacrifice?"

He looked up at you to see if you were serious. But the smile you had on your face had taken him back.

You bent down and picked up a pair of panties and went to stand in front of Eddie. Placing yourself between his legs.

" you know if you wanted a pair of these you didn't have to steal it."

Eddie looked at you in disbelief. You weren't furious with him. It seemed like you actually liked it.

" you know. I do like to be worshipped. And from the looks of it. You would want nothing more other than to do that."

Eddie nodded still not able to find the words to explain how he got all that stuff or to ask why you weren't running out the door.

You lowered yourself to Eddie's line of sight. "Hey you're really weird." You said. You moved up to whisper in his ear moving his hair behind his shoulder. " But I like that."

Eddie smiled and got up to kiss you. After a few seconds he pulled away. "Man you are so fucking Ozzy. I love you."

" You love me?" You were a bit shocked. You just thought he had a crazy ass crush on you.

" Yes. Since your first day of school."

" Why didn't you say something sooner?"

Eddie shrugged. " I didn't think I was your type."

" Eddie you are sweet, cute, you're funny, you listen when I have something to say, you're in a band and you actually know how to play the guitar, you are into D&D. And you have the most amazing hair I have ever seen.. You are literally my type to a T."

Eddie hugged you tighter and kissed you again until you pulled away.

"Edward?!"

Eddie let go of you and watched you go back into his closet. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. He heard you come back out but didn't look at you.

" Is this my retainer Eddie?"

He winced and peaked out of one eye to see if you were pissed. You had one hand out with your retainer and the other on your hip.

"uhhh no...."

"Edward Joseph Munson!"

"umm I mean I really really love you."

" Damnit Eddie you are so fucking weird......I love it!.....I love you."

Eddie looked at you. His smile had all his laugh lines showing. This big fawn eyes were just little brown slits.

" Ha you love me too. You're the weirdo now y/n."

" as long as you like that. I'm cool with it."

" Oh yes sweetheart. I love it!"

You moved towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

" So... Eddie... Care to show me why people call you a freak?"

Eddie raised a brow. " With fuckin' pleasure princess."