#anyways happy Halloween everyone I gotta go get over being stuck in the freezing cold and rain for 2 hours

[plushie-lovey]

Today has been very eventful you guys. I sadly did not take any pics tho. But I took Autumn out with me (along with my datemate of course) to a tourist town, which is a 30min drive from where I live, that's famous for having witch stuff and huge for celebrating Halloween. While there we found so many amazing plushies, including some super cute and unusual animals from the brand Miyoni by Aurora, the largest selection of Palm Pals I've ever seen in one place, and a nicknack store half of which I can only describe as Jellycat Valhalla. Yes I came home with some new friends. I adopted a very fluffy rooster, 2 precious red pandas, an axolotl, and a jellycat little dexter dragon

[ultrafangirlishness]

Alone On Christmas (Part 1)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Synopsis: Deceit hates Christmas, especially now that it’s without Virgil— his first Christmas alone. Or so he thought.

Word count: 2,808

Pairings: None romantic, all platonic

Warnings: slight Deceit angst (some anxious and insecure thoughts), sympathetic Deceit, minor arguing/tension, Christmas themes, lots of fluff, fluff ending

A/N: Hey everyone, this is my FIRST FIC EVER, inspired by this post by @max-the-queer. I had a lot of fun with this and am excited to present this totally self-indulgent fic. Unfortunately I forgot about Tumblr’s textbox limit, so I had to split it up. Feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated! (Also note this is pre-Remus). Happy Holidays, everyone!

Other parts here: 1 | 2 | 3

Special thanks to @sparkleydoggy-main​ for editing.

(I actually didn’t intend this at all, but this ended up being my 600th post! Yay!)

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Deceit pulled his cape tighter as the first couple snowflakes began to fall. All around him the town was aglow in stringed lights, the last few porch lights slowly being turned out one by one. It was 8:25 PM; just a couple hours until Christmas. Right about now, households would be tucking in for the night. Parents would be finishing the last of the wrapping, making food preparations, or kissing their children goodnight. Trees shone brightly through windows. As the snow fell harder, the atmosphere grew eerily silent, the only sound being the crunching of snow under Deceit’s feet.

Deceit hated the winter. More specifically, he hated Christmas.

Not just because of the cold, or the annoying music that always got stuck in his head. It wasn’t because of the brightly colored decorations and lights that hurt his eyes, or even just because of the obnoxiously cheery “Christmas spirit” everyone claimed to be in the air. Those were awful too. What he hated above all else, something he would never admit aloud, was that for Deceit, Christmas time was lonely.

Ever since Virgil left him for the other sides, Deceit had been an absolute outcast. A complete loner. He and Virgil would always make fun of the cheesy decorations, the ridiculous songs, and watch Halloween movies just to spite everyone. At least in previous years he could be lonely with someone— with Virgil. Now here he was, left to suffer alone in his least favorite time of year.

Deceit continued walking through the streets, hoping not to run into anyone. Maybe he could find a nearby café and wait out this storm…

He didn’t have to walk too far before Deceit became lost in thought. This would be his first Christmas without Virgil, without anyone in… how long? He couldn’t recall. Deceit supposed this was probably how Christmas would be from now on. Wandering the streets without purpose, nowhere to go, hoping he could find something to pass the time. Get over yourself, he said in his mind. If this is the way it’s going to be, you might as well get used to it.

Deceit was nearly to the late-night café he’d spotted earlier when he was pulled from his thoughts. From the house directly to his right came the creaking of an opening door. Golden light flooded the streets. Standing there in the doorway was a silhouetted figure.

“Deceit?” it called out.

After a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the new source of light and Deceit was able to make out the figure’s features. A man, most likely in his late twenties to early thirties, wearing a thick pair of black glasses and a sweater that read “Meowy Christmas” over a knitted cat pattern.

“Patton.”

Deceit had completely forgotten he lived in this area of town.

“What are you doing out here?” Patton gestured to the snow. “It’s freezing! I thought you hated the cold?”

“I do,” he said in a matter-of-fact sort of way, hoping Patton wouldn’t noticing him shivering underneath all the layers.

Something changed in Patton’s expression. Sympathy? Pity?

“How are the others?” Deceit asked automatically, attempting to change the subject. He couldn’t help but cringe at the word “others”. He had a feeling they both knew who he was referring to.

“Oh! He's— they’re, they’re great. You know how it is,” he laughed nervously, “always arguing. But you gotta love ‘em.”

Deceit only nodded, fresh out of conversation filler.

The two men stood there, now wordless, no more than a few paces apart. With the door wide open, the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted outside. Deceit could hear the faintest tune of Jingle Bell Rock coming from inside the house, followed by boisterous laughter. A familiar sinking feeling began creeping into his gut. When the silence between the two finally grew unbearable, Deceit cleared his throat.

“Well, if there’s nothing else you require of me, I hope you’ll excuse me,” he said with a polite nod, stepping away.

“Wait!”

Deceit paused and looked back at Patton, who wore a frantic expression. Patton flushed and, when it was clear he had the snake’s attention, looked down at his feet.

“No one should be alone on Christmas,” he muttered softly, just loud enough to hear.

This took Deceit by surprise. Out of anyone, Patton was worried about his well-being?

“Are you… inviting me in?” he asked.

“Yes?” Patton responded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I know you and the others haven’t always seen eye-to-eye.” Deceit scoffed at that. “But… It’s Christmas eve. Everyone deserves a second chance, right?”

“Patton, I appreciate the gesture, but why do you care? I mean, why are you doing this?” Was it possible Patton or the others actually missed him, or was this all coming from guilt? There was obviously some sort of hidden motive behind it. Some sort of trick. If he really cared, he would’ve invited him in a long time ago.

Patton’s expression just softened. “I want you to have just as good a Christmas as any. That’s not going to happen with you walking around out here all alone.”

Deceit looked away. He had a point.

“Besides, it’s only for a little bit.”

Deceit’s mind began to race, trying to think of all the ways it could possibly be a trick. Surely he wasn’t actually letting him into their lives, surely he didn’t actually care… and what about Virgil? What would he think? He would probably only try to make things miserable for Deceit. On the other hand, this was a chance to... what? Get back at him? It’d at least make him uncomfortable, no doubt. If Deceit ended up going through with all of this just to spite Virgil, well, he supposed he could live with that.

“So… what do you say?” Patton said, trying to conceal a hopeful smile. “You can come back later tonight when we’re ready, say, around nine? It’ll give me a chance to talk to the others.”

Deceit glanced at the time; that would give him less than half an hour.

“C’mon, join us,” he encouraged. “Just this once? It’ll be like old times! In the spirit of Christmas?”

Deceit knew that in fact it wouldn’t be like old times, but he decided not to say that. He mustered the last bit of courage he had left to look back up into Patton’s kind eyes. “Alright.”

•••

“Guys, come on! It’s Christmas!”

Patton, Logan, Roman and Virgil were sat comfortably around the table, enjoying a Christmas Eve dinner together.

“Pat, you can’t be serious,” Virgil said from across the table, arms crossed. “You know I try to humor your ideas, but this? Absolutely not.”

Before Patton could give him one of his “injured puppy” looks, as the group liked to refer to it as, Virgil cut in again. “Come on, Roman, this is crazy, right?” He gestured desperately at the prince, who tensed.

“I, uh…” He cleared his throat. “I’m actually with Patton here. I think it’s a good idea.” Roman felt a little uneasy, but the look Patton gave him made up for it.

“Not you, too!” Virgil threw his hands in the air, exasperated.

Roman, trying his best to ignore the daggers being stared from Virgil, looked to the fourth person in the room.

“What about you, Logan? You haven’t said anything on the matter. What do you think?”

Logan, who’d been observing silently, sat up in his chair, all focus now on him. He took a moment to sip his cup of hot chocolate before speaking.

“What are the pros and cons?” he asked simply.

Virgil quickly opened his mouth to object, but Logan held up his hand for silence. Virgil reluctantly obliged and sat back in his chair with a huff.

“Calmly. What are the advantages and disadvantages of having Deceit over for Christmas?”

Virgil raised his hand in mock gesture. Logan rolled his eyes and nodded in his direction.

“I don’t know, maybe because he’s a freaking snake, the literal embodiment of lies, and can’t be trusted?”

The rest of the group fell silent at that.

 “The pros are we’ll have one more person to celebrate with!” Roman jumped in with grand gestures. “The more the merrier! And maybe it’ll give you two a chance to, you know, make up?”

“Besides,” Virgil said, ignoring Roman’s last comment, “he hates Christmas. He used to always—” He stopped himself. “Look, I’m just trying to look out for you all. I don’t want anything to happen.”

“I think you’re just being selfish because you don’t want to have to deal with the confrontation. Can’t you two just grow up? It was one little argument!”

Virgil immediately stood up from his chair to face Roman, fists clenched.

“Hey, hey, let’s calm down everyone,” Patton said with a nervous laugh.

“Thank you, Roman, that is a great example of what will not help the situation,” Logan said, giving him a look.

Patton placed his hand gently on Virgil’s arm, whose angry expression softened a bit. Virgil sat back in his chair. “Why do you all want him over, anyways? You’re not exactly friends with him either.”

When no one spoke up, Patton looked down at his hands. “No one should be alone on Christmas.”

Virgil grumbled and rolled his eyes but ultimately didn’t argue.

“Come on Virge,” Patton urged, “I know you cut ties, but he’s not all bad. He is still one of us, you know.”

“He is not one of us,” Virgil muttered under his breath.

After a few moments of silence between the four, Logan spoke up again. “I’m sorry, Virgil, but it appears you’ve been out-numbered. It’s three to one.”

“That’s not three to one, you’re just the mediator!”

Logan just shrugged, keeping his expression neutral. “So are we decided then?” he asked, “Do we all agree to invite Deceit over, to all get along,” he pointed a look at Virgil, “in the spirit of Christmas?”

Patton put his hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “If you’re really that against it, we won’t do it. But I think it’ll be a really good thing. For all of us.” He intentionally left out the “especially for you” part.

After a long moment of silence, Virgil gave in. “Fine.”

•••

It was only two minutes past nine when the doorbell rang.

“Oh, that’s him!” Roman announced excitedly. “And barely a moment late!”

The four friends left their places on the couch to gather in the foyer. Logan reached out and opened the door. There on the doorstep stood a snowy Deceit.

“Welcome, welcome, come on in!” Patton said brightly. “Long-time-no-see, am I right?”

Deceit stepped into the house, taking in the warmth. “Hello, Patton, hello everyone, thank you for inviting me. I must admit it has been a while.”

He was surprised to feel some of the bitterness already melting away when seeing everyone together again. Deceit would never admit it, but he had missed these guys.

“Welcome, Deceit,” Logan closed the door behind him and offered a hand. “Good to see you again.”

Though his voice and expression were kept under control as per usual, Deceit could feel the warmth radiating from him. With a gloved hand he took the offer. “You as well, Logan, thank you.”

“Jack the Fibber!” Roman bounded forward and draped an arm over Deceit’s shoulder, not noticing him flinch at the touch. “My slippery scaly friend, how are you? It’s been ages!”

“Indeed it has, dear Roman.” Though he was slightly uncomfortable with the sudden contact, he couldn’t help but smile. “Indeed it has.”

That left only one person, the one who was standing off to the side with his arms crossed, avoiding eye contact. Deceit gently took Roman’s arm off his shoulder and cautiously walked forward.

“Virgil,” he said, trying his best to hold his ground. “Good to see you again.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and blew his bangs from his face, not moving from his position. “You too, or something.”

At least he couldn’t say he didn’t try.

“Well, what do we start with first?” Roman clapped his hands together excitedly as if nothing had happened. “The hot chocolate? The cookie decorating? Christmas movies? A Christmas sing-along?”

“Calm down there, kiddo,” Patton laughed, waving his hands down at Roman. “Why don’t we have Deceit decide? He’s the guest.”

The four friends look expectantly at Deceit.

“Oh. I, uh… I’ve never really done Christmas,” he said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not really my thing.” This really was a bad idea. What was he thinking? He’d never even had a real Christmas before. Still, some small part of him wanted to try.

Roman gasped, making everyone jump. “You’ve never done Christmas?” He looked downright offended. “Christmas is the grandest, happiest, most wonderful time of the year! I’m sorry, but this just won’t do. We shall see to it that you have the best, most epic Christmas of all time!”

“Yes, we shall!” Patton agreed happily.

“Mark my words, Deceit, by the end of the day tomorrow you will love Christmas,” he swore, pointing his finger.

Patton’s smile faltered, “Now, Roman, there’s no need to get competitive—"

“Starting with the basics!” Roman proceeded. “You can take the spare bedroom down the hall and to the right.”

“Oh! There’s no need for that,” Deceit replied hastily, glancing at the door, “I was just going to come back in the morning.”

“Nonsense, you must have the full experience!”

Virgil looked like he wanted to protest, but remained silent.

“But I didn’t come prepared,” he reasoned, “I don’t have my clothes, I didn’t bring gifts—”

“Not to worry, we have plenty of extra clothes you can borrow!”

“Roman, that’s… thank you.” Deceit could feel his cheeks begin to heat up from all the attention.

“Roman’s right, we have plenty of resources,” Logan chimed in. “Go ahead and make yourself right at home, Deceit. It’s getting late, and we all should be going to bed soon,”—he gave a look to Roman, Patton, and Virgil— “We can do all those activities in the morning. Feel free to shower, grab a snack, whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

“But—”

“Goodnight, Deceit! See you in the morning!” Patton waved as he, Roman and Virgil headed to their respective rooms.

“Sweet dreams!” Roman called back.

Virgil just shot Deceit the best glare he could muster and followed suit.

“You know you can take your hat off, right?” he heard from behind. Deceit turned to see Logan, who hadn’t followed the others. “It won’t be snowing in here.” He was smiling slightly. Apparently he’d gained a sense of humor since they last met.

“Oh.” Deceit pulled his hat down from his head. He liked to wear it more out of comfort than for warmth or even style. It gave him a sense of security, something to hide behind. Taking it off made him feel vulnerable. Reluctantly he handed it to Logan, who brought it to the coat rack. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. And Deceit?” Logan said before he could walk away. For a moment he was worried Logan was going to offer to take his cape too, but he just smiled again. “If you need anything, anything at all, just ask.”

Deceit wasn’t sure how to respond to such a generous offer, so he just nodded and headed for his room, too tired to put up a fight.

When Deceit was done showering off, he tentatively peeked into his bedroom to make sure no one was around. There he found a stack of clothes folded neatly across the bed and a steaming cup of hot chocolate left on his nightstand. He slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, grateful for the clean clothes.

Deceit wondered who’d left the hot chocolate. The most likely candidate was Patton, but he was surprised by the gesture regardless of who it had been. He took ginger sips of the chocolate as peered out the window, watching the snow continue to come down.

Why were they being so nice? For the first time in months, Deceit felt… okay. Maybe a little awkward, but if it weren’t for Patton, he very well may have still been out in that snow. He wondered if this was the way everyone felt on Christmas; warm and safe. Happy, even. A small part of him still wondered if this was all some cruel trick, some way for Virgil to get back at him, but he decided he’d let that go for now. He could deal with it in the morning.

The sweet, warm chocolate began making his limbs grow heavy, and he knew he should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow was bound to be exhausting. For now, he was just going to soak in the warmth and comfort and close his eyes.

[gyeommiethighs-blog]

Cat and Mouse

Reader x Yugyeom

Catboy -catshifter au.

Smut, fluff.

Summary: after graduating from cosmetology school your parents had bought a cat as your graduation present. Normally you would be elated to have a guest in your lonely apartment but everything changes once you come home one day to find that your cat is not actually a cat.

I ,II,III , IV

Halloween had finally come and you couldn't be more excited, everyone was ready to dress up for the big part after work. Including you. You had spent all morning laying out your costume on your bed, you had even made sure to kick Gyeom out of the bedroom right before you left. You didn't want to come home later after work only to find that your costume had been torn to shreds. But recently you had noticed things had started to move around in your apartment while you were away. You didn't know how but someone must have gotten into your apartment. It was an everyday occurrence and it frustrated you to all end.

You had told your parents about it and they had assured you that no one had broken in, that it was probably just one of your neighbor’s kids trying to have a little fun and check in on Gyeom from time to time. Though their reasonings sounded suspicious because you were the youngest person in your apartment building. No one had kids old enough to run around or even cat sit.

“Well maybe your cat is playing tricks on you!” Stephanie, one of your co-workers said as you finished off your story about how you had found a fork in the couch the other night when you had gotten home.

“A cat can't get a perfectly clean fork stuck in the couch Steph. It just doesn't happen!” You exclaimed and then sighed heavily.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?  Eric or what's his name?” She asked curiously as she leaned closer. Eric? Eric was the name of the model you had been working with since the start of your internship. There was no way that someone like him would ever date you. He was far too good looking and you were… Well a potato. You were a little bit taller than most of the girls that worked in the stylist workline so it made things easier on you and the male models but in your love life things just never seemed to work out. All the men you had ever dated were shorter than you, and were probably only with you for your height anyway. “No. Oh god no Steph! That's the model that i've been working with! Sooyoung and I have been helping get him ready in the morning for his shoots and then when he has to go on go see’s I’m always shucked off to the side to go run errands for the ceo. You know how it is being an intern.” You said with a little huff, your face scrunching up at the thought of having to pay for yet another dry cleaning bill. Out of your own paycheck no less. “I mean you should know, you were an intern not even 4 months ago.” Stephanie sighed and nodded as she reached over to pat your back gently. “Right, sorry kiddo.” She said softly and shook her head. “But you really don't think it’s your cat? Like who would even be getting into your apartment for anything anyway?” She asked curiously and giggled a little. “Maybe it's a stalker!”

A groan left your throat as you dropped your head onto the table between the two of you. “Steph no.. Please think rationally and please.. Stop trying to scare me. It’s halloween for god’s sake. It’s scary enough as it is.” You muttered and then lifted your head as you looked up at the time. “I gotta get going.. Gyeom is probably starving.. I think i forgot to feed him this morning.” Steph tilted her head and then shook it lightly. “Oh I’m sure he’s fine, You did leave dry food out for him right?” She asked and you simply responded with a nod as you gathered your things. “I’ll see you next week okay? I know you have a few days off since they’ve had you working overtime so enjoy it while it lasts.” She said and then grinned. “Yeah yeah, I’ll just do what i always do on my days off, Sleep/” You commented and then laughed wholeheartedly. You loved sleep, you probably loved sleep more than you loved your job. Yeah it was hectic but you were pretty much living your dream. You got to meet so many famous people on a daily basis that it really didn’t phase you anymore when you met a new one. Sleep was something you couldn’t live without, and you knew that Gyeom hated it but you still kicked him out of the bedroom at times just so you could take a power nap after a bath, that was one of your most favorite times of the day, the time right after you got out of a hot bath. You sighed dreamily at the thought of a hot bath on such a cold night. Your teeth were already chattering as you made your way out of the grounds of the agency. You still walked home even though you had been offered rides multiple times. You loved getting the exercise, though any normal person would think you were crazy for wanting to walk in such cold weather.

“Hey! Hey wait up!” You heard a voice call out to you, causing you to pause in your steps. You turned to see one of the male interns jogging over to meet you, you swore that you had seen him somewhere else but you brushed it off as just a coincidence. “You really shouldn’t be walking home in this weather, it's colder than usual. Let me give you a ride?” He asked hopefully and shoved his hands into his pockets to keep them warm.

You hesitated, even though you really didn’t know him the offer was quite tempting, you were freezing and your apartment was still a long way away. As much as you loved the workout you honestly didn’t think you would have actually been able to make it home. “I-.. Wel.. I guess it couldn’t hurt. My apartment is just at the other side of downtown.” The male just nodded and smiled as he motioned for you to follow him, which, reluctantly you did. “Thank you.. By the way, i wanted to get that out of the way so i didn’t seem to rude, it’s just really cold out here and i Don’t have the energy at the moment. “ You mumbled. He shook his head as he walked over to his car and opened the door for you. “You don't have to thank me! I’ve been meaning to catch you after work for the past few days but i've been getting off late and you walk really fast.” he said and then chuckled lightly as you got in.

You laughed softly she you turned your head to look up at the male, curiosity shining in your eyes. “How long have you been on the internship so far? I know you're kinda new but i really think i’ve seen you somewhere before.” You trailed off as he got into the driver's side of his car and tilted his head a little, it was kinda cute in a boyish way, the way he cocked his head at the question was almost dog like.

“Oh! I started about a week ago, the job is kinda rough on me just i can get used to it quickly, i adapt pretty quickly to things around me anyway.” He said and trailed off a little as he pulled out of the parking lot and out onto the road.

You both continued your conversation all the way to your apartment building, it only took him five minutes to drive you, it made you extremely happy that you were able to get home early. Once you said your goodbyes he drove off. With a little sigh and a skip in your step you made your way up the stairs and to the door of your apartment. You really just wanted to get inside and curl up on the couch with Gyeom while watching tv. “Finally home..’ You whispered to yourself as the door opened and shut behind you, after dropping your bag off next to the table by the door, your eyes caught onto something strange on your couch.

There was a body of a person lying under Gyeom’s blanket that you had bought for him, a tuft of yellow hair stuck out just enough to show the orange and black ears that were perched on top of the person’s head. “Uh.. Excuse me?” You called out softly, your arm extending to gently shake the stranger’s shoulder.

The body shifted and then let out a very cat like yawn as he sat up, revealing that he was completely topless as his arms stretched above his head. You watched as the ears on his head twitched and moved with his moments. When the man finally opened his eyes it seemed like he was suddenly wide awake and very aware that you were indeed standing in front of him and staring at his ears.

“Ahh!!” Yugyeom screamed as he jumped up and climbed over the back of the couch, your eyes catching the flash of nothing but skin as his body tumbled over your sofa. “Y-You’re home! Why are you home?! I thought you didn’t get home till later!” He breathed out in a panicked voice. Your eyes widened at his words, your back straightened up as you placed your hands on your hips, glaring at the man behind your couch. “I think the better question is, who are you and why are you in my apartment?” You asked firmly, your foot tapping against the carpeted flooring. The catboy in front of you lowered his head and let out a little whimper as he mumbled softly. “My name is Yugyeom..” He whispered and then lifted his head up to show you the green collar that was fastened around his neck.. It was perfectly identical to the one that you had placed around Gyeom’s neck when you had bought it for him.

“Yugyeom?” You asked and then pursed your lips as you looked him over, you could tell he was becoming more and more shy under your gaze before his ears had flattened back against his head. “Yug...Wait.. Gyeom?” You asked and furrowed your brows as it suddenly clicked in your head. “Oh my god..” You muttered as you turned away from the naked male. ‘My parents gave me a catboy..” the words left your mouth in almost a breathy fashion, a little laugh following. “I can’t believe them, why couldn't they just tell me instead of hiding it?” You muttered and then turned back to look at Yugyeom and flushed. “So.. You're not a cat?...”

Yugyeom shook his head timidly as he slowly stood, wrapping the blanket around him as a small smile formed on his lips. “N-Not entirely?” He responded, it was a partial answer because he was indeed a cat, but he was also human.

“Oh my god Stephanie was right!” You exclaimed as you threw your hands into the air and whined loudly. “She said it was my cat moving things!” You turned to look at Yugyeom and then sighed heavily. “I have to buy you clothes now don't i?” He nodded once. “And human food..” He nodded again but this time spoke.

“Please no more pate it's so gross..” He said and then slowly walked around the couch and over to you. You could finally get a good look at him. He was handsome… Very handsome. Even with the ears sticking out from his hair he looked perfectly normal- “Noona?” The voice barely reached your ears. “Noona stop staring at my ears.. It makes me shy..” He mumbled and then coughed a little. You blinked a few times. “Wait… Noona?” You asked suddenly, your eyes darting from his ears to his deep brown eyes. “You’re younger than me?” You asked curiously and then  flushed as the realization slowly sank in that he was only wrapped up in the blanket that you had bought him. “Oh gosh..” You muttered and then bit your lip. “I… I will be right back.” You said as you hurried out of the apartment and headed out to the nearest department store to get him some clothes.

You still couldn't get over the fact that your cat, was actually a man.. a very attractive man who was apparently younger than you. “Oh god i'm not going to survive living with him..” you mumbled to yourself as you shook your head and sighed.