#and my one cat jumped in the one window and knocked down a plant and made a mess

[house-in-the-backyard-trees]

Is 1:30 too early to drink alcohol asking for a friend

[queenxxxsupreme]

Ghost (Logan Howlett x reader)

A/N: this is my first attempt at a fic in a while, so please just bear with me. This takes place after the events of Deadpool and Wolverine. I feel like I am not too great at writing Wade’s character and I think I’m still learning how to write Logan so just please don’t hate me if anything seems out of character. I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: cursing, mentions of thoughts of suicide, nothing else out of the ordinary for a Deadpool and Wolverine fic

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: What happens when the man who broke your heart shows up on your doorstep with a weird man claiming to be from another universe?

As you were tying your robe into place, the sound of glass shattering in the other room caught your attention.

“Fuck.” You muttered before hastily making your way down the hallway. “Nugs, what the hell are you doing in here?”

The overweight orange cat meowed loudly from where he sat on the floor. Directly beside him was a pile of dirt and the remnants of your favorite flower pot.

“Nugget! Dude, we have talked a million times about you trying to get up on that shelf.” You shooed the cat away from the mess, then went to retrieve a broom. “You are far too big to be trying to climb up there. You could get hurt.”

He meowed again and rubbed against your calf, offering his own version of an apology.

You swept the dirt and plant material into the dustpan. As you were making your way towards the trash can, a firm knock came at the front door.

Nugget started meowing loudly. It was almost like he was trying to imitate a siren and warn you that there was someone at the door.

Cautiously, you moved towards the door. You weren’t expecting anyone, sure, but you also knew absolutely no one in the city, so why would someone be knocking on your door at 11:30 on a Wednesday night?

You pulled the door open to see an unknown man. He wore a trucker hat with the words ‘this is actually my first rodeo’ stitched on to it. He was wearing a gray hoodie and jeans. The skin covering his face was scarred badly.

“Can I help you?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh my FUCK! You didn’t tell me we were coming to see Y/N!” The man turned around to reveal Logan Howlett.

Your heart jumped to your throat at the sight of him, and the very thought of breathing went right out the window.

He stood with his arms crossed. The dark red flannel he wore stretched over his muscles. It was like the shirt was two sizes too small for him. The jeans he wore were dark and fit him snug. His hair wasn’t as poofy as you remembered it being, but it was still styled and spiked just like he had always done.

As you took in the sight of the Wolverine, you realized he didn’t look as unkempt as you so vividly recalled him being the last time that you saw him.

“Uh, hi, Y/N.”

Hearing him say your name almost made you vomit right then and there. It had been years since you last heard him say your name.

You snapped out of your trance, the tension and nerves in your stomach twisting into anger.

“What the fuck do you want, Logan?”

”I know it’s a long shot, but we need somewhere to stay for the night.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. What made him think he had the right to ask you for anything?

You started to close the door but the man you didn’t know stopped you, placing his hand on the door.

“Hold on just a second, Y/N! We have some wild��� and I mean wild —stories to tell you.”

”I don’t know you, fuck nuts.” You snapped. Your irises disappeared as the entire eye turned black. “Now if you two don’t get the hell away from my apartment—,”

”I know you don’t owe me anything, Y/N.” Logan paused, taking a second to admire how stunning you looked. You stood there in nothing but a soft pink robe with little cherries all over it and your hair was wet. You even smelled the same. “We’re doing some…. work nearby and we need somewhere to stay.”

”Go fuck yourself, how about that?” You tried to close the door but this time Logan stopped you. His hand was firm and steady as he held the door open.

“I-I just want to talk to you.”

You held his gaze, your eyes returning to their normal Y/E/C color.

Perhaps if he hadn’t looked so different from the last time you saw him, you’d slam the door in his face. But he didn’t look broken, his eyes weren’t empty. The Logan standing before you was more like the one you fell in love with years ago, rather than the one who had broken your heart.

“When was the last time you had a drink?”

Logan let out a heavy breath and almost rolled his eyes.

“Look, I’m not gonna lie to you. It was, like, forty-five minutes ago. But it was just one drink.”

”He’s seriously been cutting back on the alcohol.” The stranger nodded his head. “But if you ask me, I’d rather him be loaded with that shit. Makes him more tolerable.”

Logan elbowed him harshly in the ribs.

”It’s a good thing I didn’t ask you then isn’t it, buddy?” I raised my brows at the stranger.

”Yikes, you are just like I remember you being. All sweet and mean and shit.”

“Please, Y/N.” Logan pulled your attention back to him.

With a sigh of defeat, you stepped back and held the door for the two men.

“Yes! Thank you, Y/N.” The stranger happily entered your home. “You know, I’ve always wanted to see what your place was like. The you from my world banned me from her place a long time ago. We wear the same size shoes, you know. And apparently, she doesn’t like to share. Said I stretched out her Burkins. And her nighties.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you listened to the man ramble.

“Who in the fuck are you?”

”Wade Wilson.” The man turned around to face you, holding his hand out. “You might know me as Deadpool.”

”No, actually. I don’t.” You crossed your arms over your chest, ignoring his outstretched hand. “Where the hell did you get this guy, Logan?”

”Uh, it’s a long story.”

”I can explain it all, momma. Let’s have a seat.” Wade gestured to your kitchen table and then pulled a chair out.

***

You stepped out onto your balcony, pulling a carton of cigarettes from the pocket in your jacket. Your eyes flickered out over the city.

Never in a million years did you think that Logan Howlett would show up at your apartment looking like a kicked dog. Never in a million years did you think he’d be able to dig himself out of the hole he tried to bury himself in ages ago. And never in a million years did you think he would have the guts to stand in front of you asking to stay for just the night.

He needed somewhere to stay for the night, somewhere to rest in the midst of whatever the fuck he was doing. And with him came a strange man by the name of Wade Wilson.

The air was cool and a gentle breeze blew through your hair. The faint sound of car horns kept you from being too absorbed by your own thoughts.

Out of the corner of your eye, something moved. It was Wade.

You took a puff of the cigarette and then offered it to him.

“Oh, no thank you. I’m trying to limit my oral intake of carcinogens.”

You nodded, finding it best not to question him, and moved to sit down at the little table.

“Sometimes I think things couldn’t get any more crazy. The man who broke my heart and made me contemplate offing myself shows up at my front door out of the blue with a man claiming to be from another universe entirely. How am I supposed to react to that?”

Wade opened his mouth to answer your rhetorical question with something sassy, but he stopped himself. He could see that your eyes were glossy and your breath was shaky. Your hand trembled as you held the cigarette up to your lips.

He slipped into the seat next to you, racking his brain for something to say.

“Did you know that?” You asked him, your eyes finding his. “That when we broke up, when he…. When Logan decided that he was done…. I thought about killing myself.”

”No, I didn’t.” Wade spoke softly.

”We were together for years. Almost a lifetime. And he just…. He just couldn’t take it anymore. After what happened at the school.” You paused for a moment. “He couldn’t move on, but he couldn’t die either. Everything just turned him into someone I— someone I didn’t know. Don’t know.”

Wade watched you in silence. His chest began to feet tight, like it was hard for him to breathe. Seeing his best friend— or at least his best friend in his world —so torn up, so genuinely hurt, made Deadpool feel bad.

“In my world, you two were together until his dying breath.”

Your eyes snapped over to him, unsure that you had heard him right.

”What?”

”Wherever you were, he was not too far behind. You two were inseparable. Practically joined at the hip.”

You gazed at him for a few moments, giving yourself time to process his words. An ache began to stir in your gut, the same ache that you fought every single minute of every single day to suppress.

“He-He died? In your- In your world, I mean.”

”Yeah. Oh, yeah.” Wade rubbed his palms on the thighs of his jeans. “It was a real dark time for everyone. I never even got to team up with him before he croaked.”

You flicked the ashes from your cigarette into an ashtray. You leaned back in your seat, taking a deep breath.

“Your Logan, was he like this one?”

“Very similar. This one gives off slutty vibes. And he’s more drunk than the one from my world.”

“Was I happy with him, Wade?”

The Deadpool looked at you for a while. It was so weird to him that you were questioning your happiness with Logan Howlett. In his world, all you ever did was talk about Logan, about the memories you had with him.

“Happier than anyone I ever knew.” He nodded his head softly. “Look, I don’t know your situation with him in this world, but I think you should let him talk to you.”

You took a deep breath of the cigarette. The back of your throat burned.

“I can’t do that.”

“Sure you can. Just let him talk and explain himself. Make him feel like a dick for what he did. Then have the hottest makeup sex ever. Lovers-to-enemies-back-to-lovers sex is the best. Or so I’ve heard. I haven’t had a chance to experience that yet. Still on my bucket list.”

“He wouldn’t listen to me before. What makes you think he’ll listen to me now?”

“In our little journey we’ve had, I think I’ve been a good influence on him. I got him to smile, like, three times.”

You wanted to believe him, to trust the words he was telling you and the grin on his face. But you couldn’t stop thinking back to the Logan you remembered.

The cigarette between your fingertips disappeared beneath your touch, the gentle breeze taking away the particles of what was left of it.

You looked down at your hand, a shaky breath leaving through your lips.

“I don’t know, Wade.”

“That’s okay, momma. That’s okay.” He put his hands up. “It’s late and it’s been a wild and odd day for you. Why don’t you go get some sleep?”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head, standing from your chair.

He stood to his feet and looked down at you for a few moments. Then his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you in for a tight hug.

“Oh, uh–,”

“Shhh. Just let me hug you.” He whispered.

You were confused and shocked a little bit, but you hugged him back nonetheless.

“You smell just like the Y/N from my world.”

”Alright, okay.” You pulled away from him.

“I’m gonna go see if the princess is done with her shower yet.”

“Goodnight, Wade.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You watched him walk back into your apartment and he disappeared around a corner.

You stood there for a few moments in silence. He was an interesting man. You almost enjoyed how much he constantly annoyed Logan.

“What a fucking day.” You rubbed your temple with one hand as you moved to return to your seat.

The cigarette pack was pulled from your jacket pocket and you took out a second cigarette. You put the stick between your lips, then reached back into your pocket to pull out a lighter.

Someone cleared their throat. You turned your head to see Logan standing in the doorway. He was in a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt. His hair was damp, a telltale sign that he had just gotten out of the shower.

You said nothing to him for a few heartbeats.

“Your friend is strange.” You nodded to the seat beside you that Wade had previously sat in. As Logan sat down, you held out the pack of cigarettes for him.

“Thanks.” He muttered, taking the box and pulling a cigarette out. You took it back from him and tossed it down onto the table. “He’s…. He’s not too bad.”

You lit your cigarette, then passed the lighter to Logan.

”When’d you take up smoking?” He placed the lighter down on the table next to the pack of cigarettes.

“Couple years ago.”

Logan wanted to look at you, to see how much you had changed in the years since he had last seen you. But he couldn’t bring himself to see the way that you looked at him. The sadness. The grief. The anger. So instead, the Wolverine focused his gaze on the skyline ahead.

The two of you sat there in silence for what felt like ages. Part of you didn’t know what to say, but the other part of you didn’t feel like it was your job to be the first to speak. That was on him.

You finished the cigarette with one final deep breath, then you put it out in the ashtray. The silence was getting to be too much, and you contemplated getting a third cigarette.

“Why did you come here, Logan?” You crossed your arms tightly over your chest.

”I wanted to…. I guess I just wanted to see you.” He blew a cloud of smoke from his lips. “The whole way here, I was trying to think of something to say, of what I could say to apologize to you, to show you that I am sorry. But nothing is good enough. Nothing sounds good enough.”

You turned your head to look at him, tilting your head to the side just a little.

“Start with an actual apology, Logan. Tell me that you are sorry. God knows you’ve never fucking done that before.”

Logan pressed his lips together tightly. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, not yet at least.

“I am sorry, Y/N.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until the breeze blowing over the balcony made your damp cheeks feel cold. You turned away from him, hastily wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket.

“I am— I’m so, so fucking sorry for everything.” Logan’s voice was quiet.

“I thought about killing myself, Logan.”

It was his turn to look at you. His brows were drawn together and his lips parted.

“What?”

“I had no one left. The Professor was gone. Storm, Jean, there was no one fucking left for me to go to.” Your voice trembled as you said each name.

“I’m— Y/N, I’m sorry. I just…. There was a lot going on and I—,”

”You don’t think I didn’t fucking see what was going on, Logan?” You cut him off. The sadness and grief you felt quickly turned to anger. “I wanted to help you. I did everything I could to try to help you! And you just shot me down like I was a fucking nobody to you. Like we hadn’t spent the last fifteen plus years together!”

”I didn’t know how to process everything!” He raised his voice. All the emotions from all those years ago came flooding back to him. “You couldn’t fix everything, Y/N! You couldn’t just make things better with a snap of your fingers! I was an asshole. The biggest fucking asshole in the world. And I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You stood to your feet. The thought of just sitting idly while you felt the white hot anger of a thousand suns under your skin made you want to vomit.

“Fuck you, Logan. Actually and genuinely fuck you. To think you have the right to find me and just waltz in and try to apologize for fucking being the absolute biggest dickhead in the entire—,”

Logan cut you off by wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you into what was perhaps the tightest hug you had ever had in your life. He buried his face against the side of your head, his hands pressing firmly into your back.

You were frozen in shock for the first few seconds. What was he doing? What was he trying to do?

”I’m so fucking sorry.” His voice cracked. “I’m so sorry.”

And just like that, you melted around him. Your arms wrapped around his torso. You buried your face in his chest.

Sure, you weren’t completely accepting of his apology. There were still plenty of conversations the two of you needed to have to work through your issues. But you would be lying if you said you hadn’t been dreaming about this moment for years.

You stood there for a long time, probably too long, holding him as tight as you possibly could. Your tears dampened his hoodie at the center of his chest and you were sure you could feel his own tears making your hair damp.

When he finally felt that he had held you for long enough, Logan pulled back. You looked up at him, taking in a shaky breath through your lips. His large hands came up to cup your face, thumbs brushing the tears away.

”We should go to sleep.”

”Yeah.” You nodded your head, stepping away from him so that you could gather yourself quickly. “Um, yeah. I think Wade said something about sharing the guest bed with you.”

”Oh, great.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“You can always sleep on the couch if you want.” You offered, moving around him and into your apartment.

You stopped in the kitchen to watch him. As he stepped into the dim lighting of your home, you found yourself staring at him once more. It felt like you were dreaming, like maybe this was some sort of coma dream. Maybe you fell down the stairs in your apartment and this wasn’t real.

”Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Logan.”

[certifiedfreec]

i can’t stop thinking about neighbor!graves… pt. 2 🤔

thank goodness for the nextdoor app! (pt. 1)

saw this pic on pinterest and thought…yeah…that’s our man <3

🏡 you and your cuddly cat theo are finally settled into your new house! it was a much-needed change to the mundane routine, and the place is adorable. you ultimately picked this one because of its large windows- perfect for theo to sit in the sun and watch what was happening outside. it also has hardwood floor- no more cat clawing at the carpet. hooray! you thought that your sweet kitty was handling the move well, but you notice that he’s hiding under furniture more often. all the articles online said it could take time for cats to adjust to a new place, so you chalk it up to that.

🏡 one afternoon you drag your first big grocery store haul into the house, calling out for your precious theo as you close the door, but he doesn’t show. hm. he normally scampers right up to you when you’re home. you reason that he’s still hiding somewhere, so you go ahead and get started on dinner. after still no sign of him hours later that night, you resolve to checking every corner of the house, and he’s nowhere to be found!! a panic rushes through as you hurry to turn on all your house lights out front and scope your yard real quick, unable to find him in any shrubs or plants. fully planning on walking the entirety of your neighborhood and knocking on every door to make a search party, you suddenly have an idea: maybe there’s a neighborhood app i can post his picture on.

🏡 you immediately do just that, finding the nextdoor app and punching in your information. you post a picture of theo- your favorite one where he’s cuddling with his beloved bird toy- and write a brief caption saying you’re new to the area and that you’d be more than happy to give cash to whoever finds him. within minutes, you’re receiving all kinds of good luck messages and “nope, haven’t seen him”s, and they all make your stomach swirl. damn cat. he’s probably living it up while you’re sitting there terrified for his wellbeing. as you’re waiting beside your phone and watching all the messages roll in, you’re fully prepared to stay up all night and start driving the streets, until a few minutes later a new private message bubbles up onto the screen.

🏡 it’s a picture of a man, pretty fit-looking from the few features you can see, and he’s holding a cat that scarily resembles theo. do you dare feel relieved? you read the comment underneath the photo. “is this him? little guy followed me home on my jog. let me know!” you’re about to cry tears of joy as you zoom in on the picture, pinpointing the unique stripes around theo’s eyes. that was in fact your little guy. you answer in a blur, “yes, that’s him! thank you so much! can i come get him?” the man, whose nextdoor display name is “phillip g.,” answers you in seconds. “i’ll bring him over. what’s your house number?” you send it to him, and he tells you he’s actually a handful of houses down from you. you allow yourself to feel relieved as you wait those dastardly two minutes, nearly jumping when you hear a firm knock at your door.

🏡 you open the door, and you find theo cuddled up to what can only be described as pure handsomeness. look what the cat dragged in- literally. “phillip g.” has dirty blond hair and tan skin, with pale blue eyes and a rugged scar that rests on his sharp cheekbone. he’s got a perfect straight nose and the slightest blond stubble, and he’s wearing a pair of black sweats and a dark grey tee that cling temptingly to him. “there you are,” you finally say, not entirely sure if you’re directing it toward him or your cat (where has this beauty been all your life??). part of you honestly can’t blame theo for following this guy- yeah, he was definitely living it up while you were panicking.

🏡 “hey there,” he replies to you with the most delicious twinge of southern drawl, and you quickly step aside to give him room to come in- he’s pleasantly surprised that you’re even better-looking in person ;) “let’s get ya inside, bud.” phillip steps into your home, prompting theo to hop off and trot over to his food bowl like nothing happened, as if you weren’t just about to go DEFCON 1 for him. it makes you both snicker, and then you thank the gorgeous stranger profusely before trying to offer him some money. he only shoos it away with a “no problem, he’s a great lil’ man,” and he explains to you that theo started following him back to his house during his jog that afternoon. when he got home, he immediately climbed onto his lap. the traitor!! you’re in disbelief; he’s never cared for other people that deeply. you wonder if theo knows something you don’t- perhaps he’s a feline matchmaker? 🙏

🏡 while you two chat about the neighborhood, theo struts back over to the entry area where you are and brushes up against phillip, almost like he wants to make you look like the worst owner ever. “i promise he likes me,” you laugh, and phillip flashes you an unforgettable grin. “i guess i’ll take your word for it,” he teases, and then he adds sincerely, “i’m actually gonna miss him, y’know, he was my little amigo today.” he kneels down to scratch behind theo’s ears and god does his back look good in that shirt, and you don’t even think as you blurt out “well, feel free to visit him whenever you want.” he stands back up to his full height, smiling again. you barely miss the once-over he gives you. “i just might take ya up on that.”

🏡 you’re surprised to see that he actually does! phillip makes a point of stopping by during his jogs sometimes to check on theo (and you, obviously <3), and man oh man does he look fantastic all out of breath in his workout gear :’) he also fills you in on the drama at all the other houses- a wealth of knowledge, this guy is! turns out those jogs are a great way to collect information- he’s very strategic, it seems. theo acts like jesus christ himself has arrived at your doorstep every time he’s over, of course, bounding into his arms and purring uncontrollably. you feel ridiculous when you get a pang of jealousy toward your cat- if only you knew all the ways phillip wanted to handle you :))

🏡 it all feels so nice and neighborly with the way phillip’s checking up on you both, that southern charm working its way into all your thoughts late at night. he hits you with the occasional “sweetheart,” or “darlin’,” and it never fails to make your heart (and something else) pound. you end up exchanging numbers the next time he jogs by, and he uses it at the perfect opportunity to see if you wanna tag along on his next trip around the neighborhood. he totally doesn’t just want to see you in some tight leggings… you tell him you’re not the greatest runner, so he insists on walking instead :’) he’s such a sweetheart!

🏡 like clockwork he’s at your door a few evenings later, and you’ve changed into some comfy clothes that he immediately wants to tear off of you. theo’s incessantly demanding his phillip cuddles, snuggling into his toned arms with no intention of moving. that stunning neighbor of yours looks at you with a mischievous grin. “say, why don’t we bring ‘im along?”

🏡 it’s equal parts endearing and ridiculous, the sight of you and phillip taking turns holding the most spoiled cat in the world during your walk <3 part of you likes to think theo has decided your fate- and you’re not opposed to it at all. it’s a nice evening, and phillip ends up telling you while you’re gossiping about the other neighbors that his career in the military has always prevented him from having a pet of his own. he doesn’t reveal much about it, just that it demands long periods of time from him, and seeing theo has actually done lots for his war-hardened spirit. poor baby, there’s so many other ways you could help him relieve some of that stress :((

🏡 there’s something you say that must kinda insinuate that, because suddenly you’re rerouting to his house so he can get you both some water. might as well stay for dinner too, he’s quick to add ;) he’s just got such a big crush on you that he can hardly stand it! theo already knows the lay of the land when you go inside, and he proceeds to dart off somewhere in the spacious home while you admire phillip’s minimally rustic décor. no wonder theo escaped here, you think. phillip gets your glass ready, but before he hands it to you he puts down a fresh bowl of water specially for your precious boy next to the temporary litter box and food he must’ve picked up for him when he escaped that day :’) yeah, that’s a man right there- look how good he cares for your baby! he could take care of you like that too!! <33

🏡 neither of you really care about the water at this point, and phillip decides that this is the perfect time to show your own kitty some lovin’ ;)) there’s not much buildup needed for you to end up completely spread open on his soft bed, workout clothing shed immediately before his skillful fingers are pumping and curling in your soaking pussy, hitting that sweet spot scarily fast. you always thought he was a sweetie, but you learn that he’s got an ego on him, wanting to hear you beg to cum all over his hand :/ you’ll do anything he asks though, and you’re soon rewarded with that sweet, hot release that coats his digits :’) he makes you clean one of his fingers while he licks your slick off the other- you guys just make a great team <3

🏡 you thought his fingers stretched you? his thick cock practically splits you apart, and he’s cooing at you “doin’ so good for me, darlin,” “knew ya could take it, sweetheart,” “that’s it, baby,” as he watches you bounce along his entire length. your flushed face, your little moans, it’s the prettiest show he’s ever seen! :’)) he’s stopped making you beg to orgasm at this point since the tight circles he’s rubbing on your clit are producing so many, but he is making you tell him who’s getting you to feel this good. “tell me, darlin,’ use your words. who’s makin’ you cum so much, huh?”

🏡 it’s incredible- phillip fucks as good as he looks! he must have more stamina from all that jogging. he puts you on all fours, arching your back with his hand as he feverishly rocks his hips into yours. he loves to watch you suck all of him in-you’ve never felt this full! not much longer after he starts pounding into your tight cunt from this angle, he’s groaning your name along with a strained “fuuuuuck,” and you feel his warm release coat your insides. he’s so glad he got that second workout in!

🏡 you both hop into his unbelievably nice shower to clean up, and pretty soon you’re drifting off to sleep in his bed, whole body sore from getting taken care of so thoroughly :’) phillip holds you the whole night, but when you wake up the next morning he’s got theo in his arms, who is happily purring away. you realize that the little fucker is responsible for all of this, and maybe he’s just as strategic as his neighbor-slash-future-parent. phillip is ridiculously smug when he chuckles at you, scratching behind your sweet boy’s ears. “i hate to tell ya, darlin’, but i think theo likes me more.”

[tears-of-amber]

Having Pets And Witchcraft

(Some compromises and adjustments I’ve made to my practice as a witch to accommodate my cat Muffin now living in my bedroom).

🔮I don’t burn candles in my room anymore. (Idc that I crack the windows, candles are not good to burn in tight spaces with the company of cats and most pets. Unless your pet is a fish or in a tank of some sort that doesn’t get exposed to the candle smoke or scents). If you see a candle, it’s literally just there for a representation of fire. I never burn it anymore.

🔮I made space on my altar for my pet. Especially with cats, they ARE going to jump on your altar whether you like it or not. Might as well give them some space to sit so it’s less likely they’ll knock things down. (I happen to be devoted to the cat-loving goddess Freyja. So I’m not worried about disrespecting her by making kitty space).

🔮NO essential oil sprays. Nada. Not even a little bit. Instead, use plain moon or sun water sprays with no oils or added infusions. I used to use essential oil sprays before any animals could come into my bedroom. They were a quick and easy way to cleanse my space, but for the health of your pet (dog, cat, or otherwise) do NOT go spraying these around a room they live in. You can charge moon-water or sun-water with intent or draw a sigil on the spray bottle you are using, and it works just as well. Plain drinkable water mist isn’t gonna harm your babies.

🔮Be fine with your witchy stuff falling, getting knocked down, and potentially damaged. This applies to crystals, trinkets, wands, etc. I highly recommend you replace glass spell bottles with plastic tightly sealable spell bottles if you’re going to leave them in reach of your pet. IT IS NEVER THE PETS FAULT IF THEY DAMAGE A CRYSTAL. You’re the adult human, so take responsibility and decide what sort of stuff you’re leaving out in a pets reach.

🔮Meditation is hard (for me) with my babygirl Muffin doing everything she can to distract me. Its ok. I literally go outside in the backyard to meditate if she’s being crazy and playful so I don’t get disturbed. It’s better to relocate than get angry at an animal that just wants playtime or attention.

🔮Most pets are great psychic protectors (each in different ways), so treat them with respect. They are guarding you in your sleep and even on occasion bringing your attention to when the energy is off or something negative is afoot. However, don’t rely only on them for psychic protection, as that’s A LOT for one animal.

🔮Plant allies are fine if you choose a nontoxic one for your specific pet. I’ll give you some generally good examples for cat safe ones, since that is what I know best as a cat mom. African violets, Sunflowers, Roses (de-thorned), and Orchids, and most succulents, are safe bets.

That’s all for now, folks!

Tysm for reading!

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

Among the Wildflowers (Part 1)

Kang Haerin x Reader

GENRE: fluff, angst

TYPE: Two-part series (Part 2)

Haerin is older than her actual age in this story

The ceiling fan let out a creak as the shutters turned slowly, offering zero relief from the scorching summer heat. You wiped the sweat from your brow with your forearm, still adjusting to the city's humidity. Under your parents' insistence, you had recently moved to Seoul due to its reputation for having the most heart donors. They promptly secured you a spot in one of the city's esteemed hospitals.

That's why you found yourself at your aunt’s flower shop on a Wednesday morning, instead of being in your final year of college. The heart transplant waitlist was lengthy, leaving you with little to do but undergo treatment and wait. The presence of flowers and plants offered some solace from your worries.

You were so immersed in your work that you failed to notice the presence of someone entering through the open door. The stranger tried to catch your attention several times, but you were bent over the pots in front of you, carefully measuring the amount of fertilizer. 

A tap on your shoulder made you jump in surprise, accidentally knocking over a pot. Clutching your chest, you tried to calm the racing of your already weakened heart. Glancing up, you saw a girl, around your height, with long light brown hair and big feline eyes. She sported silver-framed glasses and a long white doctor's robe.

"I'm so sorry," she bit her lip, swiftly bending down to help pick up the broken pieces of the pot. "I can pay."

"No, no. It's fine, I'll take care of it later," you assured her. "How can I help you?"

The girl straightened up, adjusting her glasses. "I'd like to buy some flowers." Her gaze shifted to her scuffed white shoes, hands tucked shyly into her coat pockets.

"Sure, what kind of flowers are you looking for?" you inquired.

A cute frown creased her forehead as she thought for a moment. "What do your customers usually get?"

"It varies," you replied, "each flower holds its own special meaning."

"Ah." Her gaze remained on her shoes.

She was the shyest person you ever met, and you could tell this conversation was not going to go anywhere without a little push.

“What occasion are the flowers for?” You pressed, hoping that this mystery girl can give you some insight on what she wanted, or you think both of you would die from awkwardness. 

“I want to buy flowers for some kids.” 

“For their birthday?” 

“No.” 

“Graduation?” 

“No.” 

You sighed, exasperated. This was going nowhere. 

“You have to give me some context in order for me to figure out what flowers you need.”

Finally, after what felt like hours, the girl gathered her thoughts and stammered out, “Th-they’re my patients. I want flowers to make them feel better.”

Despite her communication struggles, you couldn't help but feel a fondness for her. Not every day did you encounter a doctor so genuinely caring for their patients. You had your fair share of doctors, and they were never like this. 

“I think sunflowers would work.” You said, passing her a fresh sunflower, “They symbolize happiness and strength. And also they are very cute to look at.” 

As she held the sunflower, her eyes lit up with a radiant glow. Even without a smile, she possessed a certain prettiness, but when her eyes squinted and her mouth transformed into a toothy grin, her beauty was elevated to a new level.

"I think the kids would love this," she said, her eyes meeting yours, brimming with excitement.

Her newfound happiness was infectious, lifting your spirits as well. With another shy smile, she left the shop, clutching a bouquet of sunflowers. You watched her through the window, a skip in her step as she headed toward the hospital.

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From that first encounter, you saw her every Wednesday like clockwork. The familiar cat-like eyes would shyly enter the shop, and your warm greeting would turn her into a stuttering mess. It took her a moment to explain the purpose of each bouquet – sometimes for new parents, for sick children, or for recovering patients leaving the hospital. After each visit, she would leave with a variety of flowers, from Blossoms to Lilies, accompanied by her endearing shy smile.

On her fourth visit, you learned her name – Haerin. She was a medical resident at a nearby hospital, the same one where you received your treatments. She was working towards becoming a surgeon. With each visit, the shifts became more apparent – a glimmer of excitement dancing in her eyes whenever she talked about her work. Gone was the evasiveness; instead, her gaze now lingered upon yours, a testament to her newfound openness. Her feline-like eyes held yours longer, as if whispering secrets between blinks, mirroring the candid exchange of thoughts that flowed seamlessly between you both. She was opening up to you, as you were with her. 

You didn't realize how much you enjoyed her presence and how much you looked forward to her visits until she didn't come on the tenth week.

9 o'clock, 10 o'clock, 11 o'clock... You continued to glance at the clock behind the counter, waiting for Haerin's arrival. You were worried; Haerin was never late. You wanted to call her to make sure everything was okay, but then it hit you that you were never that close to her. You didn't even have her phone number, you didn't know her last name. She was just a customer, and you were just the florist who would listen to her thoughts as she bought flowers for the people she cared for. You had begun to think of her as your friend. Trying not to be disappointed, you started to clear the shop, getting ready to head home for the day.

"Shit, shit, shit," Haerin muttered as she hurried down the block, doing her best to navigate through the streets without spilling the two cups of coffee in her hands. 

She had always been a consistent person and hated any changes in her schedule. Today was Wednesday, and Wednesdays were special. Wednesdays were what she eagerly looked forward to every week– a chance to spend a few minutes chatting with you. However, a late-night surgery had thrown off her schedule. She had fallen asleep on her couch after returning home, only waking up at four in the afternoon. Despite the setback, seeing you was non-negotiable for her.

Her heart sank when she arrived at your shop's front doors, finding them already locked with a "Closed" sign displayed. Frustrated with herself for forgetting to set an alarm, she kicked the ground in disappointment. As she started to turn away, she caught the sound of shuffling from behind the shop. Quietly following the path leading to the garden and greenhouse, she discovered you tending to the garden bed.

Seeing you filled her heart with an inexplicable feeling, as if her emotions were in a jumbled mess. She pretended it was because you were a great listener, but deep now, she knew it was something more.

"Y/N," she called out, startling you just as she had the first time you met.

You jumped, clutching your chest in response to the sudden sound. Lately, your heart had been acting up, and the surprise didn't help matters.

Turning around, you met Haerin's gaze, your heart fluttering despite the momentary pain.The light of the setting sun reflected on her face, scattering a golden glow that highlighted her almond-shaped eyes and made her gentle expression even more inviting.

"Hey, Haerin," you quickly composed yourself, brushing dirt off your pants as you approached her.

Although still embraced by the gloden hues of dusk, you could see how tired Haerin was, her dark circles contrasting against her windblown hair. “Are you okay?”

"Y-yeah," she stammered under your scrutinizing look. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it today."

"It's okay. I understand you must have been busy," you reassured her. "There are more important things than buying flowers."

"No, no!" Haerin hurriedly explained, stumbling over her words. "I was part of a surgery that lasted eleven hours. I got home late and overslept. I didn't wake up until now, and I realized I had no way to reach you since I don't have your number, and..."

"It's alright, Rinnie," you chuckled, taking one of the coffee cups from her and sipping. "Mmm, that's good. Thanks."

Rinnie. You gave her a nickname. Haerin squealed internally at the thought of getting her first nickname ever, and it was by you. 

“Do you have to go back to work?” 

She shook her head, relief washing over her. "No, I have the day off."

"Want to help me water the flowers?"

Haerin had never been particularly attentive to plants since her childhood. Somehow, every plant that ended up under her care seemed doomed, meeting an untimely demise due to her neglect. She often ended up giving them away before she could forget to water them and seal their fate. However, being around you was a different story.

"Come, let me show you the greenhouse," you invited, leading her toward a massive three-story glass structure that stood behind the shop.

Your aunt had dedicated half her life to constructing this impressive greenhouse. Rising three stories high, it boasted intricate glass designs that permitted the sun's rays to illuminate every corner. The structure also featured a variety of shutters, each designed to cater to the specific life cycles of the flowers it housed. Your aunt was meticulous in her approach, taking personal charge of planting the majority of the flowers. Only occasionally did she import more delicate varieties that required special care.

Entering the greenhouse, Haerin was awestruck. She was amazed that such a place could exist in the busy streets of Seoul, hidden behind skyscrapers and neon lights.  The sweet scent of flowers enveloped her, reminiscent of the fragrance she associated with you.

At the back, there was a small decorative pond. As a child, you used to spend hours watching the frogs and fish glide through the water, mesmerized by their graceful movements. Surprisingly, the young doctor shared your excitement. She stared at the frogs intently, even taking photos of them with her phone. You let her enjoy the sight while you finished taking care of the plants, occasionally checking in on her with a smile.

"You know, the longest-lived frog reached 40 years," she suddenly shared after observing the frogs for a while.

You laughed at her unexpected fact as you continued to tend the rose bushes. "Really? That's over a hundred in frog years, right?"

“Yeah, like 180 in human years.”

"I can't imagine myself living that long," you mused.

"Why?" Haerin furrowed her brows and tilted her head, looking like an adorable confused kitten. "Most people I see in the hospital wish to live forever."

"When you're that old, all the people you love have left the world already. I think it would be quite lonely," you scratched your chin, thinking. "And besides, I don't need to live forever. I just want to be remembered by somebody, and that's enough."

Haerin's gaze met yours, and in that moment, she vowed to remember you forever. She hoped you would remember her too. Or perhaps, she'd make sure you wouldn't forget her. She decided the first step was to charm you with frog trivia.

“Some frogs weigh more than 3 kilograms.” 

"Okay, that's pretty scary. Thank God I don't have those here," you laughed again, standing up from the bushes and grabbing your tools.

"Let's go, Dr. Doolittle," you teased, gently bumping her shoulder with yours.

"I just really like frogs," Haerin turned a bright pink at your teasing and reached over to carry the tools for you.

And I really like you, she thought.

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After that day, Haerin would talk to you every day. You would stay up texting her, keeping her company during her night shifts, or she would drop by for a quick lunch with you when she had the time. She continued to buy flowers from you every Wednesday, paying full attention to you as you entertained her with a new species of flower every time, going through all the facts and symbolization. Haerin was enamored by you, and you felt the same about her. Her quirky jokes and random animal knowledge were endearing, and you found yourself constantly thinking about her and missing her when she wasn't there.

You were falling, and you were falling fast.

As weeks slipped by like a fleeting dream, the summer's swelter surrendered to brisk mornings and gusty afternoons. Time marched on, relentless, yet the same could not be said for the sluggish progress of the heart donor list.

The wait remained as long as ever, and the pains in your chest had become more frequent. Sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night, feeling as though your heart might leap out of your chest or stop at any moment.

After procrastinating for far too long, you finally found yourself in the office of one of the nation's most esteemed cardiologists. Yet, within the depths of your awareness lay the unwavering truth – no cardiologist could save you, only a new heart could.  

"Have you been taking your medicine?" Doctor Kang asked sternly, pushing back his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I forget sometimes," you muttered, guiltily.

"Y/N, you have to take the medicine four times a day," he said. "It helps with the chest pains."

"Yeah, but it won't help with the heart failure."

Doctor Kang sighed, scratching his greying beard. He was worried; your test results weren't good. But he was an insistent man, and he would do everything he could to keep you alive and healthy until you could get a new heart.

"Don't give up yet, Y/N," he gave you a soft smile that made his almond-shaped eyes crinkle around the edges, reminding you of the girl you adored. "Please take your medicine and come back the same time next month."

"Thanks, doc," you nodded, getting up from the chair. "I like the flowers."

Doctor Kang's gaze drifted fondly to the pink daisies adorning his table. You knew without a doubt that Haerin had delivered them – a bouquet of pink daisies, just like the ones she purchased from your shop the day before. You had spotted a similar arrangement at the front desk as well.

"I like them too," he grinned, his face lighting up. "They're from my daughter."

You walked back home in a daze. Doctor Kang was Haerin's father. You slapped your forehead, berating yourself for not realizing it sooner. Her last name was Kang, and she had mentioned that she came from a family of doctors. How had you missed such an obvious connection? As you replayed your conversations with Haerin in your mind, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. You hoped that Doctor Kang wouldn't mention you in front of Haerin. You were afraid of how she would react if she knew about your health condition. The thought of her worrying about you weighed heavily on your mind as you continued walking, lost in your thoughts.

Abruptly turning a corner, you collided headfirst with another person. "Sorry, I didn't see—" you began apologetically.

"Y/N? Hey," a familiar voice chimed in. Haerin's face lit up with joy as she greeted you, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

"Y/N?" Another voice, this one also donning a white doctor's coat, inquired. She shifted her gaze between you and Haerin. Jealousy pricked at you as you noticed the way the girl's arms were linked with Haerin's. "The famous Y/N?"

Sensing your gaze, Haerin pulled her arms away from the other girls, and sheepishly smoothed her hair. “Cut it out.” she muttered, slightly pushing the girl. 

"Hello, Y/N. I'm Hanni," the girl introduced herself with infectious enthusiasm, standing on her tiptoes to pull you into a hug. "I've been dying to meet you.  Oh My God. This one here has been talking about you nonstop.”

Raising an eyebrow, you shot Haerin a playful look, prompting her to blush even deeper.

"Stop it, Hanni," she said, pulling the exuberant girl away from you. "You're smoldering her."

As it turned out, Hanni was not only Haerin's childhood best friend but also her fellow doctor-in-training. Despite their shared background, they were complete opposites in terms of demeanor – Hanni was boisterous and lively, whereas Haerin remained shy and reserved. However, their shared kindness and compassion were what had drawn you to the cat-like girl.

After what seemed like a drawn-out exchange for Haerin, Hanni finally departed for her shift, but not before playfully whispering to Haerin, "You better confess before I do."

The taunt turned Haerin into a flustered mess.

Haerin walked you back home, her white coat gently draped over your shoulders to keep you warm. The two of you walked toward the shop, side-by-side, in comfortable silence. Although every fiber of her being longed to reach down and intertwine her fingers with yours, Haerin couldn't muster  the courage to make that gesture. Instead, her fingers twitched nervously by her side, a silent indication of the unspoken feelings that lingered between you.

"I'm sorry about Hanni," Haerin began, her voice laced with apology. "She can be a bit overwhelming at times."

“I like her.” You assured. “She’s funny.”

A vulnerable smile crossed Haerin’s lips.

“And I like you.” she blurted out. It was now or never. She had spent so many sleepless nights thinking about how to convey her feelings, but nothing seemed to be the perfect solution. So here she was, on a crisp autumn night, revealing her emotions without any scripted lines.

You halted your steps, turning to gaze at the blushing girl before you. Her feline eyes radiated adoration and hope. 

"I like you, too," you chuckled, playfully teasing. "But you'll have to try harder than that."

Haerin's relief transformed into a radiant grin. She tenderly reached down and enveloped your hands in her own.

Lifting them to her lips, she whispered, "Don’t worry. I’ll plant you a sea of blossoms if I have to, just to have you remember me.”

We all need a bit of sweetness to balance out the pain.

More angst to come 👀

Part 2

[picklesonjupiter]

A wip snippet of my snack fic where Sirius and Harry become Severus' new neighbors

Severus woke up early, like always, and drank his cuppa tea, like always. He grabbed the remote from between the couch cushions, turned on the telly, and went to the front door to pick up the newspaper, like always. Routine was safe. It was what kept his life from being turned upside down.  He flipped through the paper while a rerun of an 80s show played in the background. Suddenly, an annoyingly loud honking sound outside. Jumping out of his comfortable seat, he peeked out of his window blinds and saw a movers’ truck. Severus groaned. Mrs.Kilpatrick, his next door neighbor, had recently passed away from old age, and her children had decided to sell her home. Severus had not cared for the woman with her ten cats that roamed free and ate his garden’s plants. Yet she and her cats had been part of his routine. New neighbors meant having to adjust all over again.  Severus saw a boy no older than ten run out of the truck; the first thing he noticed was his unruly brown hair and crooked glasses. Then the boy shouted, “Padfoot, hurry up.” Out came a tall man, no jumper on to protect from the morning chill, showing off his tattooed arms. This "Padfoot" (what an outlandish name) person laughed heartily, showing off his pearly white teeth. Severus felt the vein in his forehead immediately begin to throb. His new neighbors seemed to be the sort to introduce themselves to the whole neighborhood and expect them to be neighborly by making small talk. Severus loathed small talk.  He shut the blinds and went about his business, ignoring his new neighbors’ moving ruckus as best as he could. After showering in lukewarm water, he dressed in his usual black attire and went into his childhood room, which was now remodeled as his study room. He graded his students’ assignments until the alarm he set went off.  Stretching his arms to get rid of his stiff neck and shoulders, he stood up and walked to his garden. His irises and camelias were beginning to bloom. He watered the tomatoes, onions, cabbage, and carrots that he planted a few weeks ago. He also watered his indoor plants and changed pots and dirt for the plants that were dry and dying.  Gardening always soothed him. It was a habit he began with his mother. When he was younger, they often could not afford to buy food, so his mother began planting seeds in their backyard until vegetables and fruit grew. (His father allowed his mother this one hobby because it fed them.) Severus was preparing lunch for himself when he heard knocking and then heard the sound of his doorbell. Wiping his hands, he opened his front door to find his new neighbors standing there.  “Hellu, I’m your new neighbor. I wanted to introduce myself to you. I’m Sirius Black and this is my son, Harry. I hope we can get to know each other and get along.”  Severus ignored the man’s outstretched hand, sneering at it. “Do you have any pets?” Sirius dropped his hand, his smile becoming a tad forced. “We do. A dog. His name is Lady. He’s a sweetheart; he loves to run around outside and play fetch.” “Keep him out of my garden.” He shut the door in his face. Severus heard Black say loudly, “What a rude man. I didn’t even get his name. Come on, Harry. Let’s hope our other neighbors are better.” “Anyone would be better than him. Did you see the way he looked at us? Like we were bugs.” The last thing Severus heard was that irritating belly laugh.  — From that point on, Severus received gifts from his annoyingly cheerful neighbor every few days. First it was freshly baked bread, then a pie, until the gifts became outrageously expensive. Severus walked to Black’s front door and knocked with extra force in his knocks. The boy opened the door, his hair looking like he had just rolled out of bed. “Is your father home?” The boy blinked up at him like an idiot before screaming for dad to come down.

[meguemii]

Hardly Friends.

02. It’s Already Been Paid For.

Pairings- Megumi x Reader, Slight Nobara x Yuji (mostly platonic)

Synopsis- Megumi and Y/N used to be inseparable as children and just started drifting apart when they start high school they meet again in college. But you are roommates with each others best friends. Nobara drags Y/N to a party one night without knowing Yuji had asked Megumi too, they start their journey to regain their lost friendship on a two week trip.

Word Count: 1k

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The loud sound of an alarm clock blaring from your phone speakers caused you to jerk up immediately. 8:30am. Too early to be up. The light poured in from your window as you laid in bed staring at your ceiling for a solid 5 minutes, contemplating on getting up or not but you were snapped from your thoughts as your phone started buzzing. Only Nobara would be calling you this early in the morning.

Nobara🌟 is calling

Answer Decline

Picking up she cheerfully greeted you with a good morning sunshine. “Do you wanna get breakfast?” she immediately asked. Sighing you give a quick yes. “Great! I’ll pick you up in 20. See you soon!” hanging up the phone. You quite literally roll out of bed and face planting onto your floor receiving a quick “SHUT UP I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!” from Yuji. ‘Probably has a killer hangover’ you thought as you got up and started getting ready for the day.

20 minutes went by quickly as Nobara knocked on your door, running to open the door for her tooth brush still in your mouth and a tube of mascara in hand. “Good morning gorgeous!” she said as she stepped into your home. Giving her a quick “good morning” although it was very mumbled because you had a tooth brush in your mouth. Heading back to the bathroom to finish your routine. Returning to the living room you receive a “You ready to go?” from Nobara as she got up from her spot on the couch petting your cat one last time. “yep! let’s go before Yuji comes out yelling for being too noisy” you say as the both of you make your way out the door, locking it behind you. “We just gotta stop back at my place real quick, I forgot my wallet.” she says. “Nobara it’s cool, I’ll pay.” you said reassuring her and also wanting to pay for once. “Good. But I still need to grab it since it has my drivers license in it” a quick mental face palm to yourself for being dumb as you two climbed into the car.

The two of you get back to her apartment and you immediately went to sit down on the island stool as she goes to find her wallet, pulling out your phone to pass the time whilst you wait. “What are you doing here?” a groggy voice says making you jump a bit. Looking up you’re met with a half awake Megumi as he stretches, his shirt rode up exposing his stomach as he scratches it with a big yawn. His hair is all disheveled, more than it usually is but it’s also flat. It’s weird for you to see Megumi like this, he almost looks tolerable. “I’ll be gone soon, don’t you worry. Nobara and I are going for breakfast.” you say to him playfully in an attempt to be civil with him. “Whatever” he replies flatly as he starts rummaging through some cabinets. “Nobara, do we have any advil??” he shouts to her from the kitchen. A quiet shout back could be heard “No, I took the last tablet this morning! Sorry! We’ll pick some up while we’re out!”. He groaned in annoyance. You in fact had advil in your fanny pack, debating on wether you should be nice and give it to him or not you ultimately decide to offer it to him. “Don’t worry ‘Gumi’ I’ve got some.” referring to him as his old contact name in your phone and he chuckles. “Your name in my phone was something like that too. N/N” you let out a small laugh as you hand him the container. He gladly took it and popped a tablet in his mouth dry swallowing it.

Nobara eventually came out and saw you and Megumi having an actual conversation for once in your lives and smiled. “Okay Y/N time to go!” getting up from your spot as you stood saying goodbye to Megumi and he waved off and said a quick “have fun”.

“What was that about?” Nobara asks earning her an eye roll . “I’m just trying to make amends. It’s been so long since Megumi and I were on good terms.” replying to her, she hummed in response. That was that.

It was now about 3pm in the afternoon as you sat on the living room couch playing on xbox mindlessly when a door open and close could be heard from behind. Turning around for a quick glance, Yuji stumbled out of his room towards the living room. He just sat down right beside you and yawns. “How you feeling Yuu?” asking him quietly just incase he has a headache which he replies with a “my head is killing mee” as he leans on your shoulder for support and you chuckle. “I think I left my advil at Nobara’s but there might be another container in the cabinet above the fridge.” He lets out a quick “thank you” as he gets up and saunters over to the kitchen to get the advil, which luckily there is.

Another hour passes and you’ve just been hanging out with Yuji playing split screen games when your phone goes off. Nobara is facetiming and picking up the call to be met with her face on the screen as she smiles and waves. “Hey girl! Whatcha up to?” she asks excitedly— weird. “Yuji and I are just playing games rn, what’s up?” she quickly replies with a “Hi yuji!” and he shoved your face out of the phones cameras view letting out an excited “Hey Kugisaki!” with a wave. Quickly pushing him away to resume your conversation with Nobara.

“So I was thinking..” immediately cutting her off with a sarcastic “While that can’t be good!” earning a scoff. “Shut up and let me speak. I was thinking all four of us should go on a vacation!” she shouts excitedly. “Where to?” asking puzzled. “Osaka. And before you say no. It’s already been paid for by Megumi so you and Yuji have to come.” she says sternly. An excited Yuji starts bouncing around the room chanting “Osaka trip, Osaka trip!” smiling at his antics and turning your attention back to Nobara. “When do we leave?” she smiles sheepishly. “The flight is in three days.”

Great. 3 days to get everything packed and ready.

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Sorry this is a shorter chapter, it was only meant to kickstart the story. You and Megumi are finally warming up to each other! But there’s going to be a lot of pushing and pulling in your relationship with him.. I have a lot planned for this and I have the next few chapters in the works.

I am really happy with this chapter. I went back an did a lot of editing, cutting down the usage of the word “you” because it’s sooo repetitive and it feels like reading literal plastic just mad boring. but i fixed it!.. i think. either way i’m happy with this chapter :D

engaging with my readers is my favourite thing so i wanna hear what you guys want out of this story and i’ll see where i can put it if it’ll fit the plot i have planned out already. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!

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Last Monday my cat died. I posted briefly about it, but I didn't get into details. I need to get things out of my head to process them, so this is going to be more detailed. I'm putting it under a cut so people can skip

We got Ember and Binky in August. They were born mid April, so they still had baby faces and were tiny. They were sisters born to a feral cat who had been caught by a local TNR group just before they were born. That means they were fostered right from birth and never had to live outside.

Ember was the brave one - curious and affectionate. She had no concept of "no" and as far as she was concerned she was the center of the universe. If Binky was playing with something or getting attention, Ember would show up and put herself right in the middle. She was known to try and lick the tube treat right out of Binky's mouth.

She was so affectionate she was baby. She liked to be held on her back in my arms to have her face pet and to fall asleep. She also liked to lay down on my chest if I was on the couch, sometimes right across my neck - but she weighed like 3 lbs so what was I to do about it. She would often sit on my arms/hands to stop me from typing or knitting so that she could get the attention she obviously deserved.

She was an indoor cat. We had "kitten proofed" the house - made sure they didn't have access to house plants or cleaners or other potential dangers. We thought she was safe.

I don't know exactly what happened. I was the only one home. I had been playing with the cats and then they wandered off to explore elsewhere. I was in the kitchen, washing my hands when I heard a noise - something had fallen. I finished washing my hands and went to check - I figured she had knocked over the small cat tree we have by the window (they did that when they got a little too exciting jumping in and out of it).

I found my big bobbin lace pillow on the floor. I can only guess what happened - she climbed up the cloth bins to the top of the storage unit and pulled it down on top of herself. The unit is about 4ft high, the pillow is upholstered, but made with plywood, it's solid and heavy. It was on top of the unit, but stable, pushed back and fully supported. I wonder if she got her claws stuck in the fabric and that's why she couldn't get out of the way.

She was bleeding and thrashing like a fish out of water. I picked her up but she wouldn't stop thrashing. I couldn't see any wounds. There was so much blood. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, but it was dripping from her. I held her closer to try to get her to settle, and ran to the neighbours. I had to stop to shut the door to make sure Binky didn't get out. There was blood on the door.

I rang my neighbours bell and called her name. Ember stopped moving. I pet her and checked her and she was so still. The neighbour opened the door. She asked whose cat it was, was there an accident, am I ok. "It's Ember. She's gone. I don't know what to do"

The neighbour brought me back to the house. We put her in the sink to check her. She was gone. No obvious wounds. Covered in blood. The neighbour suggested a towel, I went to get one. We laid her on it and checked again. No breathing, no heartbeat.

I called my husband - he was on the way home with my kid. I had to tell them what happened. "There was an accident, Ember got hurt. She died. The neighbour is here helping me." My son started crying. I tried to clean as much blood as I could before they got home. Off the door, off the floor where it had dripped when I carried her. Not where it happened, that was too much, that was for later. Realized I was covered - my shirt and pants, my arms, my face. I washed off as much from my skin as I could, no time to change.

They got home. My son, taller than me but still a kid, crying, breaking down, asking why. I told him not to go in the living room, to go find Binky. My husband asking what happened, showed him the room, the mess, tried to make sense of it.

The neighbour asked if we had a box. Helped me settle her into it. Told us the less expensive place to go in the morning. She gave me a hug and told me she'd check on my later. It was about half an hour after I heard the noise.

My husband told me he'd start cleaning while I showered. I needed to shower before I called my daughter to tell her. When I got out of the shower most of the mess was cleaned. I help clean blood off the walls. The rug. Hugged my son while he laid with Binky and cried.

It was so quick. Intense and traumatic. Binky wouldn't come downstairs, she stayed in bed with us all night. My son didn't want to be down stairs the next day either. We watched a movie piled in my bed. Shared memories, talked about sadness and grief and the fine line between helpful distractions and trying too hard not to feel.

Now it's been almost a week. Binky still looks for her, but she doesn't avoid the room anymore. My son asked me to get a new rug because he could still see the stains - I got rid of the old one and the new one will be here tomorrow. The lace cushion is stored on the floor beside my loom.

We have plans to get a new cat because Binky needs a companion. We can't replace Ember - she was so special. It still feels unreal. We only had her 3 months and then just gone. Putting away her favourite toys made me cry.

[the-fiction-witch]

A Father

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Cute

I stood doing the dishes humming to myself in my little apartment when I heard the door open and close, "Hi thomas, how'd it go at the supermarket?" I smiled, "uhhhh… Fine, the price of cheese is terrifying me, they had no eggs again, I was given a baby and I think a lady tried to slap my butt." He explained, "… What?" "What?" "Say that again." "The price of cheese is extortionate, they didn't have eggs, I got a baby, and some lady tried to touch my butt in the queue," "What about a-" I dried off my hands and actually looked at him to see him stood in his jeans, triumph shirt, loose button down the shopping bag dumped on the sofa and a baby in his arms. A LITERAL BABY! "AHHH! Thomas why do you have a baby!" "I found it," "Found- okay… slowly and calmly before I have a freaking heart attack. How did you get a baby?" "I was walking down the corridor, a lady came up to me handed me the baby and walked off." "Did you not ask her why she was giving it to you?" "she didn't answer she had headphones in," "Did you not try and go after her," "I did but she left and got in her car," "So…. someone just gave you a baby," "Yeah. I thought it was weird," he said his panic actually revealing itself, "I don't think I'm ready for a baby, I wasn't expecting it no one gave me a heads up about it or anything, I don't even have milk to give it, or anything to change it with and it… REALLY needs changing," He explained starting to spiral as he looked at the child in his arms, "I admit I wasn't listening in health class I didn't know this is how I'd become a father!" "Thomas. You're not a father. Someone must have just made a mistake likely low on sleep after a newborn," I explained, "just give me the baby and we'll see if we can find their parents," "No," "Thomas give me the baby!" "No. and don't shout around my baby," he said cradling the child closer, "It's not your baby thomas." I sighed, The door then knocked so I went and got it seeing a very panicked crying woman, "You handed him your baby?" "Yes…" she whined, "I'm so sorry, I've been having postpartum depression hit me so hard, and she hasn't been sleeping, and everything just-" "It's okay, it's fine no problem." I smiled, "At least we could give you a couple of minutes," I explained, "Thank you so much for keeping her safe," "It's no problem, you scared him. you made him think he was suddenly a father." I laughed, "Here you go," I smiled taking the baby from thomas and handing her over to her mother, "If you need a hand let us know we are just down the hall," "Thank you so so much," she smiled, "Bye," "Bye," I smiled, "Bye little baby," thomas waves as she heads down the corridor to her own apartment, I shut the door and sighed, "Well that was an event," I chuckled going back to the dishes, for a while it was merely quiet until thomas wrapped his arms around my waist, his head on my shoulder, cuddling me tightly as I did the dishes his hand settling on my stomach, "Can we have a baby?" "You're only asking because you got to hold a cute baby." I laughed, "You wanna do the changing? the vomit? the crying? the screaming? the sleepless nights? and the nine hundred pounds worth of required baby products." "…Good point," He nodded, "Can we get a dog?" "You wanna pick up dog poop? clean up pee on the rug? Have a dog jump in our bed? and stomp on your dick?" "…a cat?" "Litter box? ripped up sofa?" "…A fish?" "You wanna make the space for a fish tank?" "A………Plant?" "You wanna remember to water it? or let it die like that succulent in the bedroom." "Ohh my god the succulent!" "It's fine I loved it to the bathroom window he's fine." "Ohh… good." He nodded, "……. A plush toy," "Yes, thomas we can get a plushie."

[aethercodeevol]

I'm sorry for your loss. What do you miss most about Gran and Caleb?

*I place my teacup down onto the saucer, my eyes resolving to look out the window. The day is lively and bright, sun warming the bones of those who are dreary...I admire it wistfully.*

That's an... excellent question, anon... *My mind wanders to my childhood, of playing tag with Caleb, scratches adorning our knees, dirt caked under our nails...the world, our oyster. How Caleb would carry me home after I'd fallen asleep in a field a few miles from Gran's home....our home. His arms strong, his heart beating rhythmically against my ear like a lullaby, even as a child he was my protector.*

Caleb always had the biggest heart, sometimes it would get him into trouble ....trust me, I'd seen the other guy as I would bandage up his knuckles when he got home, sometimes I'd put a pretty pink bandaid onto the wound just to see him whine. *I laugh at the memory, how he would pout that I would bandage a big strong man like himself up when I was just fresh out of highschool.*

He was always my confidant, listening to me for hours on end as I would ramble on about school to a stupid cat video I saw to the latest heartbreak to my medical check-ups to when we were going to have our schedules line up to grab a beer and how he'd always sign off his long winded speech by calling me 'pipsqueak'.... *I look down, my dark under eyes mirrored back to me in the tea's reflection* I wish he would call it that ....just once more.

*My memories collide in front of me, of an old woman, who smelled like fresh cookies and upturned soil from her years gardening in her retirement. How her eyes would crinkle lovingly, her generous life etched into every comforting and familiar wrinkle on her face...a life I greedily wish could've outweighed my own.*

Gran was....a woman who taught me what it was to be human. She was a strong woman but kind...sharp as a tack yet generous with her heart. *I remember a time, coming home in a huff as I all but ran to my bedroom, tears already spilling over as I'd gotten into a stupid argument with a friend. At the time it was catastrophic but as Gran knocked on my door, a bribe of cookies and tea for my tell-all on the matter, her hand rubbed soothingly against my back as my shoulders jumped with sobs and she tenderly wiped my tears with her favourite hankerchief...her words of wisdom fell onto receptive ears, how time will heal this wound and how I learnt that it would...and how I learnt her absence was a wound I would heal from in turn....but the colder months would always ache like a healed break in a bone.*

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss her cooking and cups of tea most of all... *I smile at the stupidity of such a thing to mourn* But Gran always held dear the small things in life... How a new flower she planted would bloom and thrive, how homemade cooking was always the best, how her knitted scarfs and lovingly guiding words would warm me, how a cup of tea would fix everything and how I miss her hugs, how at first I would reach up to hug her and how our roles switched as I grew and got older, how she'd still pinch my cheek at any age and say how proud of me she was...

*I take a sip of my tea, blinking the dew in my eyes to look up*

I don't think I can pin point a thing I'll miss about them... I miss everything about them, the good and the bad.

*I smile, genuinely, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear as I clutch the mug with resolve* I just pray, that wherever they are now... If they can see me, I just hope they're happy and safe.... And I hope they're proud of me and that one day they'll greet me again with open arms.

- ❤️‍🩹

[weirdandnerdyinlasvegas]

Dream House

Summary: Sometimes it is the smallest thing that matters.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Word Count: 700 (keepin' it short and sweet)

No physical description of reader. Reader is a teacher. Classroom chaos mentioned in passing. Lots of fluff. This is my second attempt at any sort of fic. I'm just proud I finished something. Go me!

The sky had held the promise of snow most of the day. The clouds were gray and thick, covering the entire sky. A wet, cold chill swirled around your legs, and you rushed to the truck to go home. Frankie had insisted that you take his truck to work that morning, worried that snow might start before you were home. Pulling carefully out of the parking lot at work, you head towards the home you and Frankie shared.

Just before you had been married, Frankie rushed into the too-small kitchen of your too-small apartment out of breath with excitement.

“It’s for sale,” he panted out.

Your eyes widened with disbelief. “Don’t tease, Francisco. It’s been a day. Tanner kept eating the playdough. Madison poured the glue all over the floor, then had a meltdown because there wasn’t any glue to put the snowflakes on her picture. And zero kids were listening during the morning meeting."

“Baby,” he gently cradles your face with both of his hands. “Baby, look at me. I drove past there on the way home from work, and there’s a sign. Out front. For sale. Look, I took a picture.” Frankie fumbled with his phone to show you the picture he had taken of the house. The house. THE house. A Victorian house on a quiet street that you had both fallen in love with on a walk through the neighborhood with Flynn, your Australian Shepherd. It was in need of a renovator's hand and a good landscaper, but the house still had an indescribable charm. It was on that walk that night, standing in front of this house, that you and Frankie started to dream about the future.

“It’s for sale." With shaking hands, you looked at the picture on Frankie’s phone. “I don’t know, Sweets. It's a bit more house than we need right now, and the renovations alone will be crazy." But you took one look at Frankie and knew that none of it mattered. It was your house, your home.

After you had closed on your dream house, it seemed like something new needed to be fixed or replaced every few weeks. That’s why, when you walked into the house to find Frankie leaning over the sink and his tool box on the counter, you assumed something else was going to need to be repaired. “Oh no, love. What broke now? Please tell me it wasn’t the faucet! I swear I installed it just like it showed on YouTube. I read the directions a million times."

Frankie chuckled. “No, no. This time, nothing broke. But I did install this.” He pointed to a thin brass hook sticking out from the wall just to the left of the window sill. Too low to hang a plant from and awkwardly placed on the stove for cooking utensils, you look at him confused.

“Remember when you were making cinnamon rolls and Nacho jumped up on the counter to sun himself in the window and almost knocked your wedding ring into the sink? And you almost had a heart attack?"

You nod your head slowly, remembering the lurching feeling in your stomach when your giant orange tiger cat hopped up onto the counter and then to the sill. Your ring fell into the sink and slowly circled the drain.

“I didn’t almost have a heart attack."

“Well, I almost did when you screamed like that. So I installed this little hook for you to hang your ring so Nacho doesn’t knock it down again. And I won’t have years taken off my life rushing down the not exactly safe stairs trying to make sure you weren’t being murdered in our kitchen."

You look at your husband with absolute adoration in your eyes. “Frankie,” you whispered as you threw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “Thank you, baby. This is so thoughtful."

“Anything for you, my love. Oh, and before I forget, the other faucet you installed in the powder room? Leaked and flooded the whole bathroom. We're going to have to replace it... again."

There were a million other renovation projects to be done in the house, but the simple brass hook gleaming in the warm light of the kitchen was by far your favorite addition.

[comedianflagwriting]

TAPAAU sneak peak lol

Chapter 92: Lights On the Wallpaper

(OMORI fanfic)

Like a ghost, he floated through every spot in the store and left empty-handed. It was when he turned up at the convenience store, a thought passed through him. That thought led him to leaving with something that, while they might think it lame, it was meaningful and different. That night he sat on the floor of his room, his window locked, and the soft lilt of a holiday record dancing with the iridescent lights. He wove the threads through his fingers, attached the beads between the braids with a fluent agility, and tied the ends together, setting the finished pieces in a pile.

Beside them sat a plush that looked suspiciously similar to Bun-Bun, another plush looking eerily similar to a cat once known as Mewo, and another plush that had a horrifying, striking similarity in appearance to Hector.

They were actually really off and homemade, and one of Mewo’s buttoned eyes was already becoming undone.

When he had completed his task for the night, he shoved the bracelets in a dresser drawer and the stuffed animals under his bed. He had told himself not to bust out the crafts, but the truth was, each and every one of his friends were different and deserved something cooler than a Jade plant or a candle, as amazing as he personally thought both were.

He laid down in his bed hoping the energy he had spent on the gifts would give way to sleep, but was disappointed when he checked the clock and saw it was already just past four in the morning. He had tossed and turned for hours at that point.

The Christmas lights were bright, but he didn’t want to turn them off because they looked so pretty. They made the otherwise soft colors of the wallpaper and the warmth of the wooden floor spring to life. Their reflections on the glass of the window made the outside appear as though it wasn’t cold, but that the snow had fallen and snowmen were to be built.

He was too tired to read but too awake to lay there. Dandelion had jumped on the bed but stayed towards the end of it. He watched the cat for a moment and wasn’t sure when he fell asleep again.

When he woke up, it was the 23rd, and the house was warm and the blankets warmer. A smell glided through the rooms, one of chocolate chip cookies. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, almost finding the motivation to stand on his feet. Instead he laid back down and drifted off again. It didn’t last long until there was a knock that took him out of tranquility.

“Basil, I made cookies!” Polly said through the crack in his door. “They’re better when they’re fresh, I’m coming in now!”

He sat up quickly, not wanting to be cursed to her seeing how weird he probably looked when he was sleeping. She held a small decorative green tray with a plate of sweets and a glass of milk.

“Thanks.” He said, reaching over to help her sit it down.

“You’re very welcome! Your friends are also in the living room.”

He looked up at her, heart dropping and praying they couldn’t see him wasting away in his bed at what appeared to be two in the afternoon.

“Ah! Right, thanks!” He smiled, pushing the tray to the other side of the bed. “Tell them I’ll be right out!”

Snidbit of the next chapter! Feel free to check out the rest of the story here! It’s my passion project haha!

Also I adore liminal space stuff hehe

Feel free to leave any thoughts or criticisms ^__^

[starshipcaptainjojo]

The good news is she's the perfect woman, if you're cool with extra limbs and no hair and scales and horns and prehensile tail... among other things.

You are absolutely fine with these things. And that's what got you into this mess.

That's the last time you'll answer a uQuiz called "WOULD YOU MARRY AN ALIEN PRINCESS?" honestly.

You made two critical errors: One, you made a live-react vid of the uQuiz because it was "mistakenly" sent out by a .gov email address and you wanted to be internet famous. And two, you put your real name in when you answered.

The men in black suits and obvious ear pieces came to your house the day after you publish your video. You spent your last 24 hours of freedom refreshing your notifications and spreading your video on various social media. Then knock knock: Matrimony.

Thing is, she's great. She's eleven feet tall. She has no hair of any kind. She has three extra arms. Big black eyes with no whites. Extra teeth.

But like.

In a hot way.

So you're at the UN and everyone is giving you medals of valor and the purple heart and all that. Old white guys in suits are offering condolences. The younger officials, interns and assistants look jealous though. And that brings comfort.

Your bride is just outside, she has politely worn white "the traditional marriage color of America" and in a concession to her own people wears shells and chimes and plants braided all over her body. You're warned of a savage alien swallowed by fabric and flora. You expect something less...beautiful.

And beautiful she is. Her skin is dark blue, mottled in places with green and gold. You can see her dark pulse jump when the big doors reveal you to her. She doesn't flinch though, and you stare at each other as her procession of attendants escorts her up to you.

She's unabashed in her beauty. You have no knowledge of her culture, and yet she stands before you in a wedding dress with the veil thrown back behind her. You have brought her a flower. It's purple. It's the best you could do on such a short timeline. You didn't want to meet her with nothing.

You offer the flower- an iris- and your name, unsure if you should shake hands or bow or whatever. She reaches out with her three head-tentacles to lightly touch your face. It is gentle, like thirty small kisses as each of the suckers gently pull your skin. She says her name, which sounds a bit like the sound your cat makes when he sees a bird out the window. Luckily, you are extremely competent at making that sound. You say her name back and she turns bright purple, all her bridal procession turning shades of purple as well, which you were briefed was a good thing. She accepts the flower and eats it.

You're Jewish and she's... whatever she is. So your ceremony is secular, which actually suits you perfectly. The judge says words, and one of her people clicks along with each word. The judge brings your hand together with her tentacle and asks if you take her as your wife. You say yes, for the good of the people of earth. She clicks for the good of her kind.

And then it's over and you're married.

You don't remember a lot of what happens. It's a business function more than a reception. You and your new wife go sit at a large table and food is brought- which she doesn't eat and you don't remember eating- and then one of the translators offers to take you both to the ship while they negotiate where you will live.

Ah yes. Logistics.

You agree to go to the ship- and suddenly you're being whisked away.

Her room is lilac and gold, rich and beautiful as befitting a princess.

"I'm going to do my best by you," you tell her, when you're sitting in a pile of lilac pillows, "I uh, know we'll be okay."

She clicks thoughtfully, then lies down next to you in the pillows. After a moment of silence, she steels her resolve, turning a vague orangey-red.

"Do you like Minecraft?" She asks in a crackly voice.

You do, in fact, like Minecraft.

"Do you like Minecraft?" You ask, suddenly suspicious.

"I love Minecraft. But I'm on an Animal Crossing kick right now." at your starry-eyed expression she whips out a Switch and shows you an island covered in flowers.

"Did you answer a quiz by any chance?" You squint at her, and she turns green with embarrassment.

"I did."

"...is your favorite earth food Bananas?" You have this weird feeling you know what's happening. Your heart is pounding, but it isn't fear anymore.

"Yes. Do you enjoy water that falls from the sky?" Her tentacles have all come up like exclamation points around her face.

"I love rain." You sit up sharply. "I am going to ask you something and I promise it's not super weird."

She clicks once in anticipation, sitting up as well, but not all the way. Your faces are so close you can feel her breath, smell that she's eaten a mint or chewed gum recently. You clear your throat, voice suddenly as ragged as hers is.

"Do you know what a Monsterfucker is?"

Due to rising tensions, humanity and the alien empire have decided to make peace with a political marriage between a prince and princess of the two species. The empire isn’t aware that mankind doesn’t have a singular prince, but the world will pretend, so you’re picked to marry god-knows-what.

[the-broken-truth]

Can I request RE8 women (Lady D 、Donna...etc,you can pick who you want to write!)be protected by a human who wear full Knight's armor,use sword and sheild to fight,and they think that knight is a man.

But one day, that knight take off the helmet,and they are wrong,the knight is a woman.👩 ⚔

Sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language.

Broken Truth (Sharpening my sword): Hm, Dimitrescu or Donna... Dimitrescu or Donna... Hm... Why not both? Let the words weave together!

[Mother Miranda's Chapel - During A Lord Meeting]

"Thus, it would be better if you all were to... Alcina!" The Raven Winged Woman yelled out all of a sudden, causing the regal woman to jolt in her seat and almost drop her cigarette.

"Huh?! What?! Yes, Mother Miranda?" She asked as she looked at the woman in the golden mask.

"In case you forgot where you are - we are in the middle of a meeting and you are allowing your mind to wander instead of remaining focused. Care to explain why you are so distracted?" Miranda asked as she folded her arms with a glare under her mask.

"Please, forgive me, Mother Miranda - I was still...trying to analyze something that happened yesterday. You see - a few of the village's man-things decided to attack my castle." Alcina began.

"What's new about that? You report an attack on your castle once every two to three weeks; what makes this one so different that it's distracting you from the meeting?" Miranda asked.

"Well, Mother Miranda - It wasn't the event itself but the person who came out of nowhere and slaughtered all of the opposers." Alcina said with a slight blush on her face.

"Person? What person?" Miranda asked.

"Well... A Knight."

[Flashback - The Day Before - Attack On Castle Dimitrescu]

Once again - the reckless males of the village gathered again to attack the residents of the grand castle that overshadowed their home, but there were more of them than last time. The full moon shined over the castle, lighting the area around the - there were at least 50 or 60 humans there; armed with farming equipment or small handguns. Alcina and her Daughters were standing before the grand door of their castle - claws and sickles ready - the first man who held a pitchfork made a dash for the eldest daughter but before he could even get close to her, the silhouette of a caped figure shrouded the light of the moon before the figure came crashing down in the middle; acting as a bridge between The Dimitrescus and the Opposers.

The figure rose to their feet and the light of the moon made their features known to all. They were tall - at least 7 feet tall - dressed in a black metal armor that bore wolves on the shoulders and in the chest plate, the eyes of the wolves had rubies for eyes; even the helmet was in the likeness of a wolf and the back of the legs had a tail made of fur - was it real or did the wearer hunt down a beast and take its tail as a trophy. By their side, the pommel of the sword shined in the moonlight and even that was a wolf.

"Who the hell are you?!" The man said.

"Silence, you waste of flesh and blood." A deep voice came from the helmet, making the man flinch - a male was in that suit? That would explain the height. "You dare rally drunken minds to harm your masters? You have no honor and thus no worth, therefore..." His hand came over his side and wrapped around the handle of the sword before slowly pulling it out of its case, "You have no lost your privilege of life for even having the thought of harming House Dimitrescu!" He howled as he darted at the crowd of men with the speed of a beast on the hunt.

With a single swing of his sword - the first 10 men were killed. Alcina and her daughters watched in awe as this armored man slaughtered men who harm on the Dimitrescu Family. With another slash of the massive blade, 8 more were killed. He kept at it until the last man - the one who poisoned all the others to fight a losing battle; he was shivering and dropped his weapon as the tall man walked over to him, his armor and sword dripping with the blood of his lackeys.

"You are the orchestrator of this madness - the one who weaved chaos and delusion into the hearts and minds of these men." He growled as he raised the bloody blade over his head. "It is your fault that wives have become widows, children grow without parental guidance, and fathers...bury their sons; let that weigh on your mind...as you face your creator for judgment." The sword came crashing down upon the man - slicing him right down the middle.

"That...THAT WAS AWESOME!!" The excited cry of the youngest Dimitrescu Daughter as she buzzed over to the knight and began asking him questions: Where did he come from? Where he learned to fight like that? Where he got his sword and armor? If he could teach her how to fight? The Armored Man just stared at her.

"Daniela, that's enough." Alcina said as she cleared her throat and walked over to her daughter and savior, "I thank you for your but assistance but my daughters and I could have handled them." Alcina said.

"A Lady of your stature doesn't need to sully herself with dirt - it's not worth your time or the time of your daughters. Your time is precious and should be wasted with trivial matters such as this." He said before turning on his heel and jumped so high that he was once again cast in the moon's shadow before he fell in the forest somewhere, leaving the daughters and Lady of the castle just standing there...with a light blush on the lady's face.

[End of Flashback]

"HA HA HA HA HA! Lady Super-Sized Bitch has a crush! Oh, this is so rich!" Heisenberg laughed to the point he almost fell out of his seat.

"Silence, you stupid man-thing! You're just mad that he is more of a man than you will ever be!" Alcina roared at her brother who was going to shout back when...

"Hold on, ya talking that a tall dude - black armor with wolves all over it?" Angie asked from Donna's Lap; Alcina looked at her confused.

"Yes, that's my knight." She said.

The doll burst out laughing.

"Your Knight?! That's Donna's Knight! He saved her just last week!" Angie smiled.

"WHAT?!" Alcina yelled - jealousy clear in her voice.

"Yeah - it was late one night; we were looking for a plant that grew on the edge of the valley wall when..."

[Flashback - The Valley of Mist]

"AHHH!" The Dollmaker cried out as the rock under her feet broke away and she began to fall down into the misty darkness of the valley she called her home - tears in her eyes, reaching for the growing moon in the sky that seemed to get smaller and smaller with each second. She closed her eye, waiting for the sudden impact that would end her life of misery when she felt another force - an arm secured itself around her waist and she was pressed a cold chest, she kept her eye closed until she came to a stop and slowly opened them when she came face-to-face with a metal face in a wolf snarl.

"Are you alright, my lady? That would have been quite an unpleasant fall." The deep voice spoke from the metal wolf's locked jaws - Donna's eyes widened at the shining [E/C] eyes that looked back at her from the holes in the helmet.

"I...I am alright." Donna's voice came in a whisper.

"That is good to hear. Now, let's get you back to your companion." The Wolfish Knight said as he looked up and lunged himself up the wall with one clawed hand while holding Donna with the other, refusing to let her go. The moment they reached the top, Angie ran up to them.

"Donna! Are you alright?" She yelled.

"Worry not, Little Angel; your mother is safe, I was not going to let anything happen to her." The Knight said.

"Who are you?" Angie asked.

"I have no name, Little One." The Knight said as he held his hand out to Angie, "Now, take my hand and I'll get both of you back home, it gets rather dangerous around her at this time of night." He said.

Angie looked at the black clawed gauntlet for a moment before she took it and was pulled into an embrace and sat in her mother's lap before the knight rose to his full height and carried the woman bridal style before jumping into the trees - leaping through them like a Forest Cat - before falling to the ground in front of Beneviento Manor and sat them both on their feet. The knight gave them a nod before turning away and leaping away once again - gone from their sight.

[End of Flashback]

"Well...Just because she knew him first doesn't mean that she can have him." Alcina said.

"And what makes you think you deserve him? He saved us first and Donna even saw his eyes; you didn't have a decent conversation with them." Angie said.

"He is my knight and I shall not let anyone take him from me, not even my little sister." Alcina growled at Angie.

"Hey, you can't claim him for yourself if he doesn't want you!" Donna said as she rose from her seat.

"And what makes you think he wants you, little dollmaker?" Alcina smirked.

"I don't know what he wants but if he were here, I would as him!"

Oh, fate - how you be a lady.

The Window above Mother Miranda's head caved inward and two figures came crashing into the stone floor of Mother Miranda's Chapel - the first being one of Karl's Massive Lycans - The Varcolac - and...

THE KNIGHT?!

He was holding the beast by its head as it tried to sink its teeth into his armor. The Varcolac's hand lashed out and knocked the knight into one of the stone walls - making a large hole in it.

"My Knight!" Both Alcina and Donna yelled out before glaring at each other, "Your Knight?!"

A flash of black bolted out of the hole and metal arms wrapped around the beast's neck before twisting - snapping its neck. The Knight dropped the dead creature and exhaled before the wolf face he wore began cracking and broke away: revealing [H/L] [H/C] hair, [E/C] eyes, [S/C] skin with a scar across the face and...

A feminine face?!

THE KNIGHT WAS A FEMALE?!

The knight looked up at Miranda and the other lords before bowing in apology. "Forgive me for this interrupting, this beast attacked my home and I had to put it down." She said. Alcina was quick and was at the knight's side with her hand on the knight's shoulder.

"It's quite alright, cavalerul meu (My Knight). You had to do what needed to be done to keep your lady safe. If you wish, I can bring you to Castle Dimitrescu for a meal and a safe place to recover; it's the least I can do, Darling." Alcina blushed at her words while the woman in armor just looked at her in confusion before she was pulled away from Alcina.

"Hey, Tall One! It's been a while! Thanks for saving us from that thing. Sorry about your mask, Donna and I can get it fixed for you and you can stay with us while it gets fixed." Angie said while Donna smiled.

"Excuse me?!" Alcina said as she marched up to her little sister, the knight moving back. "I was the one who invited my knight to stay at Castle Dimitrescu while she heals, you can't roach on my bonding time with my future partner!" Alcina yelled at the veiled woman.

"And who said she wants you, Alcina?! Didn't you see if was uncomfortable with the way you were touching her?! It's clear she doesn't want you!" Donna yelled back.

"She does! Don't you, cavalerul meu?!" Alcina turned to the knight...only to find her gone. "What?!" She looked around, "Where did she go?!"

"She jumped back out that window while you two were arguing. Looks like she doesn't want either one of you." Karl smirked.

"SHUT UP, KARL!!!" Donna/Alcina/ and Angie yelled at him.

[End]

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the cat lady - a short story

i’ve never seen the woman who lives in the house at the end of the street. 

i don’t even know her name. 

the children on the street call her the cat lady, because there’s always cat shit in her yard and at least three cats in anyone’s backyard at any given time. 

none of us own a cat. actually, most of us have dogs. 

she lives in a dying yellow house at the end of the street, the white paint on her shutters peeling, the plants wilted and forgotten. the grass matches the color of the house, faded from the bright summer sunshine. there’s always a white van in front of the house. it must be hers. 

when i moved here, my dad had to sit me and my brother anthony down, explain to us: no, nothing’s wrong with her. you hear the white van stories? it’s not true. this is your neighbor, and even if she doesn’t come out of her house often, it doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with her. 

i think that’s a lie, and that’s because anthony said so. he’d knocked on her door the first month to sell her some lemonade, and he said he saw the window shade moving and something looking back at him. 

this is fine. it’s just his hand wasn’t normal, he said. can’t describe it, didn’t see her face. he just saw - he doesn’t know what he saw. something black, unnaturally so, something tangled and raw and wrong. thinking about it, it might’ve been a shawl. but it definitely wasn’t normal, no matter what dad said. 

then he stopped, looked at me all scared and small, and said, “no matter how good dad says my imagination is, it couldn’t have come up with her.”

he told the neighbors. dad said not to. he did it anyways. and it was then when he and i were really initiated. ben and myles and jackson sat us down in ben’s treehouse and they told us about her.

the rumors about her are abundant. myles says she doesn’t have eyes, just two black pits where they should be. jackson says her backyard is completely filled with cats and their poop and flies and even some corpses, and he should know; he’s the only one whose ever been in her backyard and that’s because he and ben kicked over a couple of soccer balls once (ben conveniently had to leave, math homework). ben just leaves when we talk about her, even though he’s supposedly the only one who just thinks she’s a normal person. he’s her next door neighbor, so he has to. but normal people at least leave their house once in a while. 

i think they’re mostly lying. she’s probably just massively antisocial. i think she doesn’t have a reason to live. i think she just doesn’t care anymore. why go outside and socialize when your cats are better company?

i tell this to myles. he shrugs. “we’ve never seen her. i guess it could be true.” but he’s not counting it again. 

he’s older (two weeks) but i’m a grade above and have more common sense. i guess that’s why i’m the one at the front of the group of people, knocking on her door the first time. 

we wait, all of us — myles and ben and jackson and even the twins, allison and adrianna who live two doors down from us — the only one missing is my brother. we wait for five minutes for the screen door to open and then the actual door (what’s with old ladies on this street and unnecessary doors?) before a stooping figure appears behind the frame. 

“go around the back,” creaks an old voice, her words vibrating back and forth in the buzz of someone who hasn’t spoken in months. “i have several of your sports balls.”

i feel myles’ glance on my back. 

“uh, thanks,” i say, backing away slightly. i don’t want to go in the back. all the stories; well, they can’t be true, but. well. what if they are?

jackson’s whisper rings behind me, his seven-year-old voice too loud: “it’s full of her cats’ bodies, alessa! we can’t go back there.”

ben whispers back with all the authority a boy of ten can conjure, “stop whining, jack. you can go home if you want. don’t be a coward.”

jackson snorts. “i don’t wanna die!”

the silent figure doesn’t close the door. both ben and jackson jump when she speaks again, creaking, “you don’t need to ask to go back there. just go in the future, how about it?” 

i nod. “thank you, uh — miss.”

i hear her laugh — something old and unintelligible — as she closes the door. 

“all right,” i whisper as i walk off her side steps, through her dying grass, my hand reaching up and around the gate to unlock it. it’s only when i call for myles to unlock it, because i’m just a bit too short to reach the top, when i realize that none of them are behind me. “guys!” 

“i don’t think i’m going to,” myles says lamely. everyone is behind him.

“it’s your fault i’m here! you kicked the ball over!”

“yeah, but i don’t want to see dead cats…” adrianna whispers. allison nods behind her. 

“what? she’s not — she doesn’t have dead cats. she’s just a lady who doesn’t leave her house, she’s fine. god. it’s not a big deal.”

“but... but what if...”

“fine. whatever. at least help me unlock this, myles. come on, you can’t be that scared. aren’t you supposed to be the old one?” 

shuddering, he unlocks it, running away from the cat that slips past my feet as i push open the gate. 

it’s almost normal. 

there’s not as many cats as i expected, only six or seven, all lounging in the sun. the only color comes from the crooked line of rubber balls along the back wall. sure, there’s a bunch of cat poop and the plants are dying, and weirdly enough, flies are everywhere, but it’s normal otherwise. i guess. with a backyard in this state of disarray, of course it’s going to be full of flies. 

just for the neighbors’ benefit, though, i scream as i make my way to the back wall. i grab two of them; ben’s favorite rubber ball and jackson’s most beat up soccer ball. i’m not getting myles’. if he can get the entire street to not come with me he isn’t getting his stupid ball back. 

“alessa?” calls one of them. myles?

my foot catches in a small hole and the balls sprawl out of my arms as i try to right myself. some flies come dangerously near me from around my feet; did i disturb them? their nest, their hive? did flies even have hives?

whatever. i drop the ball that i just picked up to kick at one that landed on my leg. and another. and another. and -

the door swings open; a swarm of something dark and quick makes its way towards me. “oh shit,” i whisper, like i heard myles do earlier when he kicked his last ball over the fence. “crap.”

“alessa!” the voice calls again, insistent and closer. “aless, are you—“

through the haze of flies i see a figure, stooped over and walking as if every step pains it. i bat flies away from my face, making sure to keep my mouth closed, feeling every single pair of fly legs on my arms and my legs and my face and my eyes and try to move towards the gate anywhere but here anywhere but this and as i reach the edge of the dying crunched grass i see the cat lady. had she always been there? had she always been waiting? and maybe i’m running now to the gate, fumbling with the lever because i can’t unlatch it with all of these flies, and it’s when i shake my head to get the flies away when i see it. 

the cat lady. it opens its hands, pushes in my direction, and from the cuts on its arm its open mouth underneath its shawl its empty eye sockets  everywhere - from everywhere come the flies. 

[multiversxwhore]

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Pairings: Batman x Black!fem

Genre: Dark, Drama

Warnings: perverted men.

When the Party’s Over

Chapter 04

It’s not like I owned a whole lot of black. I breathe out through my nostrils, and pick up the phone. I call the only person I know who had an unlimited supply of black outfits.

“Well, looks like you are alive.” Retorted the voice from the other end.

“Hey Selina.” I spoke flatly, she always made it a point to make me feel like shit for not calling as often as I used to.

“What do you want?” She asked, I could hear one of her cats meowing in the background.

“ I need- I need something black.” I mumble, Selina

cackles. Of course she found this funny.

“Little miss goody is going to wear all black? Please tell me you're joking.” Selina taunted, but she was right, someone like me asking someone like her for help is suspicious.

“C’mon Lina, you know what I need it for.” I spoke vaguely. She’s the only other person that knew I was stalking the streets at night with Batman, and I was the only other person that knew she was CatWoman. Selina and I used to be very close, this is until I went away to college to get my Phd.

“Look at you begging, how sad. Sigh, I guess I can see what I have in my closet. I’ll be over in a bit.” She hung up the phone on me before I could say anything else, I huffed, and threw the phone down. I pull my clothes off, and strip down to my underwear, I turn to the kitchen making myself a glass of wine. I lose myself in patient files from the orphanage, soon enough I’m dozing off on the couch.

♞♞♞♞

Some time must have passed, and when I finally woke up Ivy was purring loudly from behind me. I look out the window across the room. It was almost dark out, I got up to see what all the fuss was about from Ivy. I turn around, and I almost jump out of my skin when I'm met with Selina’s eyes appearing from the shadows of my house.

“Damn it Selina, what have I told you about that?” I said, she planted a kiss on Ivy’s head and put her down on the floor. I pulled on a robe to cover myself, she rolled her eyes, it’s not like this is the first time she’s seen me half naked by accident.

“I knocked, you didn’t answer, so I broke in.” Selina said flatly, an uninterested look on her face. She held out a hanger letting it dangle from her index finger.

“You’re kidding right, please tell me you’re kidding.” I asked her disappointed in her selection, but I only have myself to blame for not being more direct.

“You’re short, all of my suits are too long, and this is the only thing I had that would fit.” Selina argued, but that felt like a lie. She always took any opportunity to make me look like a hooker.

“I can’t believe you, just Batman wants me to go undercover, and I don’t think that’s what he meant. Though if I misinterpreted his words that’s not entirely my fault since he only speaks in morse code.” I complained quietly, when I looked up at Selina, her eyes were looking past me to my window. I turned around, and there he was the Shadow of Gotham himself standing in my living room.

“Does she always leave her window unlocked like this?” His voice plain, but an annoyed tinge to it.

“Yes. No.” Selina and I said at the same time. I looked at her, hurt by her decision to sell me out.

“It’s true.” Selina shrugged her shoulders, I turned back to Batman, and he had a disapproving look if I’ve ever seen one.

“You can get killed like that, I’ll fix that window later. Are you ready?” Batman asked, I felt suspicious of what he’s gonna do to my window, but I ignored it for now. His eyes swept my living room, it was pretty tiny for a man of his stature. Ivy could be heard purring, and meowing from below us. She rubbed herself against Batman’s boot, and circled around him.

“Would you look at that, I guess all the pussies love you Batman.” Selina jokes, I take the dress from her hands, and awkwardly shuffle off towards my bedroom. Selina follows after me.

“You’re seriously going into that dungeon? I’m coming with you.” Selina said, I turned to argue, but there’s no way I’d over power her.

“Fine, but what are you gonna wear?” I asked, I have the urge to wear gym shoes, but I’m afraid Selina might kill me.

“Oh I’m always prepared.” Selina pulled off her trench coat to reveal a skin tight, strapless latex black two piece.

“Gosh Sel, does sex always have to be your fashion choice?” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s the only fashion choice.” She retorted walking out of the room. Walking back into the living room, he’s still standing in the same spot we left him in. His gloved hand gently petted Ivy’s fur, and I swear I was going to melt into the floor.

“So? How does she look?” Selina asked, nudging me forward.

Batman's eyes looked over my face, and body. I felt somewhat embarrassed in Selina’s company, and I think he understood that. Though that didn’t stop him from grabbing my hand, and nearly caressing it as he dropped a small box in my hands. I look up at him confused, I open the box to see two clear contacts inside.

“They’ll allow me to see everything you’re seeing. I’ll be there, but I won’t be able to be anywhere near you at first.” He says he's continuing to look around my apartment. Batman’s eyes land in a picture of Bruce, and I. On one side of the frame is me, Reya, and Bruce together as kids. On the other side, are the three of us as adults, and there’s a third picture of Bruce, and I together after our graduation.

I was about to say something when he suddenly turned back to me, his gloved hand lifting my chin for my eyes to meet his. He’s just checking the contacts in my eyes, yup. I told myself, I wanted to look away, but he was holding me firmly.

“Looks good.” Batman said. He stood back up, yet again his height became prominent in my small home.

“Since it’s masquerade night, I brought you something to go with it.” Selina spoke up from behind us, I actually forgot she was here, she’s always been so good at stealth.

Selina revealed a cat mask, decorated with fluffy feathers, and some small jewels to give it some sparkle. I wanted to be mad. She chose such a loud eye-catching attire for me, but the girl had style.

“I thought I was supposed to be blending in?” I asked

“I thought you were supposed to be getting information.” Selina argued

“You’re both right, perhaps standing out is a good thing. The more people notice you, the more they’ll want to talk.” Batman pointed out, but this is what I signed up for. I doubt when my father asked me to help with investing this is what he meant.

“See, Batman gets it.” Selina jokes, a smirk on her lips. I rolled my eyes, I felt like they were teaming up on me.

“You two go together, I’ll be behind you.” He ordered us. I turned to pull my coat on, and by the time I turned back Batman was gone.

♞♞♞♞

“Falcone knows I’m going to be there, and he knows I’m going to bring a plus one. That would be you, your name is Macey McCrown if anyone asks, and you’re my new intern. I doubt they’ll be asking personal questions, and don’t worry too much about the drop heads; they're usually not dangerous.” Selina gave me the rundown as we walked outside to her car.

“Usually?” I asked

“Yea…usually. Anyway, get your game face on, 99% of these men have worked with your father before, or he’s put them away. So don’t be yourself, not even a hint of yourself. Just think…what would Selina Kyle do.” Selina said, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. I suddenly wished this mission was just me and Batman, he seemed to handle me a bit more softly.

Selina parked the car off to the side across the street from the building. I inhale a deep breath trying to slip into that “CatWoman” head space.

“Iceberg Lounge…what a stupid name.” Selina mumbles. She rolls her eyes then bangs in the metal door with her fist. Two twins yank the door open, I look a little past them, and every one has a mask on. It’s too hard to tell who was who. How the hell did he expect me to get names?

“Haven’t seen you in a while, come on in street rat.” One of the men jokes, Selina sneered at him.

“Suck my dick.” She said, then she grabbed my hand pulling me inside.

Nina, can you hear me? Batman’s voice came from the com system he put in my ear.

“Yea.” I mumble, there were a lot of expensive looking men here, no doubt designers.

“How the hell do pieces of shit like these afford tailor suits?” I asked slowly.

Because they have day jobs, as I’m sure Selina told you, a lot of these men work for the DA, and may be lawyers. Some may be judges, doctors, don’t be surprised at anything you see. Batman informed me, I looked around trying to see if I could spot him in the crowds.

You won’t be able to see me Nina, and that’s for a reason. Now focus. I can still identify them by retina scan, so it doesn’t matter if I can’t see their face. Batman’s voice sounded like he was standing right in my ear speaking, it was eerie.

Selina, and I worked the crowd for a good half hour. There wasn’t one man that I talked to that didn’t grope my ass, or put his hand so far up my dress, that I thought I was going to have to press the panic button. Batman wasn’t too happy about it either, eventually I came across another woman, she is a bit taller than me, and her box braids fashioned up into a classy bun. She offered me a drink, I was about to take it when Batman spoke up.

Don’t drink that. He spoke quickly, so I nursed it in my hand instead. The woman looked up to meet my eyes, and I was waiting for Batman to spill the tea on yet another stranger, but he remained silent.

“Are you gonna need a shower after this, or is it just me?” She asked. I chuckled a little bit, Selina was behind me with her back turned chatting up some old dude.

“Multiple, I just can’t believe they have the nerve to wear such nice clothes while acting so dirty.” I said, the woman sitting across from me threw her hand up laughing a bit.

“Ain’t that the truth. Men…ya know this organization wouldn’t have gotten as far as it was without the woman behind it.” She said casually. That was interesting, I leaned forward a bit.

“As she should, work it from below, and then rip the rug right from under their feet.” I said, the woman cackled, throwing her head back.

“You know, I like you. What’s your name?” She asked

“Macey McCrown.” I smile mischievously, the right corner of my mouth turning upwards.

“Keep in touch Macey McCrown, I’ll be needing women like you.” She said, then she reached in her small purse, and pulled out a business card. All it had was a symbol of a crow on one side, and coordinates on the other side. When I looked up, she was gone.

Selina and I were spent, and I wish I could say it was from having fun. Batman met us in the alley near our car outside the lounge, his lips pressed into a thin line. I don’t think I’ve seen him so emotionless before, I don’t like the cold look in his eyes.

“What is it? Are you mad because I didn’t ask for that last lady's name? I got her number though.” I joke pulling out the card, Selina shakes her head in disapproval.

Batman takes the card from me, he looks me directly in my eyes, and suddenly I feel sick.

“That woman…I got her name.” Batman said slowly.

“Okay so who is she?” I asked

“Reya Gordon…that was your sister Nina.”