#its like you squish it and a cat pops out

[simplysanders]

[lets-try-some-writing]

So in light of recent bots getting freaked out by human bodies (hilarious btw thank you for those 😂), one idea popped into my head. So I have a "Dad sneeze" (as a 17 year old female this amuses my dad to no end) that sounds like I'm getting stabbed. Miko has this as well and will lie in wait for the perfect opportunity to get the bots to jump. The bots will never know peace ever again

That's hilarious as a concept. YOINKING it thank you.

Sneezing is a thing for Cybertronians, in a sense at any rate. They are capable of blowing air out of their vents harshly to clear debris and reset their systems. They are used to their own kind making such sounds. But the squishies? Nah that's TERRIFYING.

Miko figured out the bots get scared of humans sneezing when Rafael had several sneezes in short succession. She watched as Bulkhead tripped and fell in his panic. Arcee skidded a bit on her wheels. Bumblebee's door wings perked right up and his optics cycled wide in terror. Ratchet cursed and dropped his tools. Optimus keyboard smashed hard. Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus were in the middle of an argument at the time and immediately slipped up and halted, their respective horns blaring.

Miko learned, and through this, she thought it would be even more hilarious if the sneeze performed was even louder. Thus her scheme was formed. Her sneezes are loud and aggressive, the team do not know this. As such, it wasn't hard to wait until the team were doing a weekly debrief, and upon feeling a sneeze coming up, allow it to run its course.

Sounding like a gunshot, Miko's sneeze sent the entire team into various states of alarm. Optimus puffed up like a cat, his plating flaring and his finials snapping up. Ratchet jolted so harshly that he looked ready to duck and cover. Bulkhead and Wheeljack both dove for cover, uncaring of grace. Ultra Magnus threw whatever he was holding in Miko's direction, which she barely missed being squished by. Bumblebee and Smokescreen made various noises, Smokescreen squealing and Bee dipping into frantic whirls. Arcee froze up like a deer in the headlights.

Despite the danger, it was a win in Miko's book even if it resulted in a dent in the wall from Ultra Magnus's gut reaction.

[dwaekkicidal]

Day 6

˚ʚLee Felix x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 6 of my 1K follower celebration! Today is pet play with Lix ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~700

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, pet play: cat ears + plug tail + leash use, use of 'master' and 'kitty', oral (m receiving), p in v for 2 seconds, not proofread well

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: that felix could tell me to jump off a bridge and do a flip and i wouldn't hesitate.

Read the other days here!

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Felix has a soft smile on his lips as he stares down at you and wraps the leash around his hand, making it so that you can’t move away from him. It's not like you wanted to anyway. That same hand lightly scratches under your chin as his other reaches up to fix the cat ears on your head that were tilted from the two of you making out passionately just moments prior. He then runs his thumb on that hand down your cheek and mentally takes a picture of you below him.

You were between his legs from where he sat on the couch, sitting on your calves while your hands were squished between your thighs. And between those thighs, he could faintly see the fluffy cat tail connected to the buttplug you wore. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you looked up at him with the cutest saucer eyes. He could tell you were itching to touch him, but you were waiting oh so patiently for his permission to do so. “My good little kitty… Always so well behaved for her master.” His deep voice rang in your ears as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

You release your lip to smile widely and watch as he reclines on the couch, removing his hand from your cheek in favor of resting it behind his head. “Go ahead, Kitty.” You immediately lean forward and eagerly unzip his pants. It makes him chuckle at how you were so cute yet so impatient to please your master. He lifts his hips to help you pull his jeans and boxers to his ankles and relaxes back into the cushions as your hands wrap around him.

The warmth from your hands has him sighing happily and his dick twitches as he watches you eagerly try to please him. You start by licking a long line from his base to his tip then slide the tip of your tongue through his slit, giving it a soft kiss and smiling up at him. He bites his lip and grins widely, softly yanking the leash. After doing this so many times with him and getting trained to remember his nonverbal signs, you already know what it means so you instantly obey, leaning forward and wrapping your pretty lips around his tip.

Your tongue swirls around it before you go deeper, taking him as far into your mouth as possible. One of your hands moves to rest on his lower stomach while the other uses its thumb and pointer finger to wrap around his base, squeezing it softly and stroking it as you begin to bob your head. He hits the back of your throat a few times, making you gag and making your throat close around his dick.

His eyebrows furrow and he groans loudly, unintentionally bucking his hips and shoving himself deeper into your mouth. “Baby-” His voice goes up a pitch and he throws his head back, moaning desperately into the air at the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped tightly around him. You feel pride bubble in your chest and you double your efforts, moving your head faster and now pumping him with your full hand around his base.

You feel the cat ears start to fall farther off your head each time his dick hits the back of your throat and you slow down, trying to reach up and fix them. But he isn’t having any of that. The second he feels the pace change he pops his head up to check on you. When he sees that you’re distracted, he frowns and tightens his hold on the leash. He uses it as leverage to pull you forward, forcing his dick all the way down your throat once again. Felix holds you there for a moment, moaning loudly at the feeling of you gagging around him, before letting you go.

You pull off of him coughing and sputtering as you try to catch your breath and he gives you little to no time before he tugs at the leash, motioning for you to climb up on his lap. Then he hovers you over his dick, pulls your panties to the side, and plunges into you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as he uses the leash to pull you down on him, going as deep as possible. His fingers tug at the butt plug tail, teasingly pulling it just enough to stretch you out before it plops back in, making you shiver.

“C’mon. Be my good girl and ride me. Your master is waiting, kitty.”

Taglist:

@jiminssluttyminx @changisworld @juskz @linohumina @rylea08

@grandma143 @caught-in-the-afterglow @yaorzu-blog @jabmastersupriseee

[takaminevaeh]

The winner of the poll is…~

soft!dom deku x sub!fem reader!

I’ll post another poll later tonight to see who’s next… I really thought todobaku was gonna win but I guess not lol!

I’ve decided to include the whole part and not just split the aftercare, just because it’s easier for me AND sometimes the aftercare is too short to put it into its own post.

soft!dom deku x sub!fem reader

cw// dom!/sub! dynamic (izu’s a huge pleasure dom), heavy teasing, praise, oral sex (f! receiving), edging, slight overstim, cum eating, slight subdrop, aftercare

You ask and you shall receive…~

Ever since we were kids, I was hopelessly in love with Izuku Midoriya.

The way he would hug me so tightly, squishing his cheeks against mine.

Even as we got older, the cuddling never ended.

Once we graduated from high school, we started to become distant.

He was always busy.

I watched his saves on the news, biting my nails as I sat on the edge of my seat.

It wasn’t until the night that my apartment complex was attacked that I finally saw him again.

I was barely conscious the first time, but the parts I remember…

He was panicking.

I vaguely remember his panicked voice bouncing around my head… telling me I’d be okay.

That he’d never leave again.

That he loves me.

I woke up in the hospital just a few hours later, Izuku was just outside my hospital room as he talked to some of the staff.

He hurried in once he saw that I was awake, smiling brightly at me as tears pricked his eyes.

“Oh, Y/N… I’m so glad you’re okay..!” He reached out to cup my face in his hands, rubbing my cheeks softly as he looked down at me.

“Izu…”

“Shh… don’t speak… I want to tell you something…”

I looked up at him with soft eyes, my head still in a daze from the attack as I focused on his words.

“I love you… When you were still dazed you… You confessed to me… I want you to know that… I love you too… and I will never leave you alone like that again… I promise…”

I had passed out after that, but he kept his promise to me.

That’s why now, I’m his little housewife.

I cook and I clean, and I take care of our cat, Milo.

I do everything for him.

But not because he forces me to… he tells me, again and again, I never have to lift a finger… that he’d hire maids to take care of it.

But I like doing these things for him, plus I like things to be in a specific order.

I had finally finished rearranging the living area before he got home.

I’m freshly showered, laying comfortably in one of the recliner chairs in only his hoodie and panties as I eat some soup dumplings, his portion still sitting in the steamer to keep them warm.

I hear the locks on the door and sit up, staring at the door as he walks in, kicking off his shoes and setting them beside the others.

“I’m home- oh! Well, hello there, princess…” He walks over with heavy feet, holding my head and kissing my forehead softly, petting my hair.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” I smile up at him, my cheeks slightly flushed.

“I’m good! Do you like how I reorganized?” He finally takes the chance to inspect the room, furrowing his brows a bit.

“I told you that you shouldn’t reorganize while I’m not here… what if you hurt yourself moving all of this heavy furniture?” I wave my hand.

“Of course I didn’t… Kacchan and Eijiro popped in around lunchtime… I asked them to pick up some more cat food for Milo. So, while they were here, I asked them to move the heavier things.”

Hearing me say his name, our ginger cat, Milo, hops up on my lap, curling onto the soft blanket thrown across my lower body.

“Well, I’m glad for that. How much did they get? How much do I owe them?”

“Kacchan said not to worry about it! Just as long as we promise to cat-sit for him next weekend!”

“But… I work next weekend…” I set my empty plate down on the coffee table, tilting my head as I smile up at him.

“I know, silly. I’ll be watching his cat, don’t you worry!” His eyes soften as he looks down at me, resting his large hand against my head.

“You’re so sweet, baby…” I flush under his gaze.

“So, what did you eat before I got here?” He takes the empty plate from the coffee table.

“Soup dumplings! I know you like the stuff from the convenience stores but… I wanted to try to make them myself! I thought they were yummy, but yours are still in the steamer! I used a different soup for yours!”

He moves towards the steamer and transfers his dumplings onto my used plate, moving back towards me. I picked Milo up and put him on his bed, watching as Izuku sat in the seat I was just in.

He shoves one into his mouth, chewing slowly.

I tug at my fingers, a little nervous about whether he likes them or not.

“Izu..?” He smiles up at me, swallowing the food.

“These are great! I won’t ever need any from the convenience store again!” I smile so hard my cheeks hurt, holding my cheeks as he finishes eating.

He stands and moves so he’s in front of me, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best. How about you go to our room?”

“I have to wash your plate…”

“I got it, okay? It’s just one…” I nod and head into our room, undoing the covers a bit so we can both get in.

I find my phone and plug it in, answering a few unanswered texts before turning it off and setting it to the side.

Izuku comes back with nothing but a pair of basketball shorts on, kneading one of his large hands into his shoulder blades.

“Do you… want me to massage your shoulders, Izu..?”

“Oh… no, baby… I’m fine… I actually… wanted to do something for you tonight…” I watch with cautious eyes as he starts to crawl onto the bed, slipping under the covers and moving so he’s on top of me.

“H-huh..? What for..?”

“Hm… dunno… you’re just too cute… I wanna spoil you…” I blush heavily as he leans in, kissing my lips softly.

His kisses become deeper and more passionate, leaving me struggling for air before I pull away.

He doesn’t stop when I do, though, moving his lips to trail wet kisses down my jaw to my neck.

He grabs my wrists to lift me, pulling the hoodie over my head and tossing it onto the floor.

I pout as he does, missing the warmth already.

Soon, that warmth was replaced by his body, him taking the opportunity to suck and nibble on my neck better.

He moves down to nibble and kiss my collarbone gently, reaching with one of his hands to wrap around my throat.

It wasn’t enough to restrict my breathing at all, just laying there to show me that he was the one in control.

As if he isn’t always in control…

He grabs onto one of my breasts with his free hand, latching his lips onto it as he sucks gently, kneading my nipple with his tongue.

By now, I was a panting and whining mess, my panties soaked from my arousal as I rubbed my thighs together for some sort of friction.

He notices my movements and lifts his head to look at me, his pupils blown as he stares at me full of lust.

“Can I lick your pussy, princess..? I’ve been thinking about your sweet juices on my tongue all day…”

If I wasn’t blushing before, I definitely was now.

I felt the heat rise from my pulsing core up my chest and neck to my cheeks, traveling up to my ears.

I nod shyly, opening my legs up for him as he smiles widely, a hint of mischief behind his smile.

“Oh, you’re too kind, baby…” His head disappears under the covers as he runs his fingers up my soaked panties, making my body twitch due to the unexpected touch.

“My, my… is my baby sensitive already..? I should take care of that…” He kisses me through my soaked underwear, teasing it with kitty licks before lifting my hips with his hands and sliding them off.

His face appears from under the covers for a brief moment, watching as he sniffs my soaked panties.

I blush even harder, my thighs starting to tremble from the lewd display in front of me.

He tosses the panties onto the floor before ducking his head under the covers again.

I feel him kiss my inner thighs, teasingly slow as he gets closer to my pussy before switching to the other thigh.

I was trembling with anticipation, my hole clenching around nothing as I whined.

“Shh… be patient… all this teasing will make it feel so good… you’ll be so sensitive from just one orgasm, you won’t be able to handle another one…” He blows on my pussy the slightest bit, and even that was enough to make my whole body jerk.

“See..?” He hooks his arms around my thighs, his grip firm but not painful as he slowly licks up my slit, my body jolting as my head falls back against the pillows, a needy moan leaving my lips as he does it again.

He eats me out agonizingly slow, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm before stopping entirely, leaving me a whining mess.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks by now, the pleasure being too much from the lack of release.

My grip on the sheets was so fierce, that my knuckles were turning white.

“P-Please..!” I manage to sputter out.

He unlatches his lips from my clit, moving so that I could see his face from under the covers.

“Please what, darling? Do you want to cum..?” I nod, sitting up on my elbows to look at him better.

“Y-Yes, please… I-I’m so sensitive… I just wanna cum… Can I cum..? Please..?” His fingers brush against my clit and I jolt, my body still sensitive from being edged three different times.

“Well… since you asked so nicely… I have to give my princess what she wants, right?” I nod eagerly.

“Feels so good, Izu… Wanna cum just for you…” He smiles up at me softly, hiding under the covers again.

I feel no movement for a moment before being completely engulfed in pleasure.

I could feel his tongue buried as deep as it would go, my walls clenching pathetically around it as he swipes his nose against my clit.

The sounds of him lapping up my pussy were my undoing, my body tensing for a moment before I reach my orgasm.

My hips buck up into his mouth involuntarily, my fingers finding their place in his emerald green curls as I tug, riding his face to feel the most pleasure.

My vision was a bit spotty, the pleasure completely clouding my brain as I started to calm down, releasing his hair as I twitched from his continuous licks.

He doesn’t stop until the last of my cum is gone, leaving me twitching with sensitivity as he kisses up my belly.

His face appears from under the covers again, the cutest smile on display as he kisses my belly, keeping eye contact with me.

“You taste so good… thank you for letting me enjoy you…” I could only hum in response, his tongue having fucked me stupid as I drop my head against the pillows.

It takes a few minutes before I come down from my high, realizing that he had moved me to lay on his lap, my back against his chest.

“D-Did you finish..?” He kisses the top of my head, chuckling softly.

“Your moans were enough to make me cum twice, princess… how do you feel..?” I blush, realizing that I forgot he was such a pleasure dom.

“I’m still tingling… it felt really good…”

“Hm… I guess I’ve been neglecting you then… I don’t think you ever came that hard before…”

“It… has been a while… doesn’t help that I’m not allowed to touch myself when you’re not here…” He laughs softly, kissing the top of my head again.

“I’m not changing that rule, by the way. Now, I want you to sleep. And… can I ask you a quick question?” I nod softly, my eyes becoming heavy as I close them, ready to sleep at any second.

“Would you mind if I… woke you up with my tongue..?” The heat rushes to my cheeks again, but it’s not enough to get me to open my eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind… but if I say my safe word…”

“I will stop immediately. You’ve never had to use the safe word and I hope you never will.”

I smile, moving my body so I can hug him, inhaling his scent.

“I love you, Izu… thank you for always being my hero…” I fall asleep shortly after that, not conscious when Izuku kisses the top of my head again, blushing.

“I love you too, Y/N… goodnight…”

[witchhazelevesque]

I’ve talked about Hazel and Nico picking up stray cats in Rome and about Leo having a shop cat and I’m gonna squish all that together.  

These three are prob the most secretive ones on board and they would prob by default hide any pet. So there’s just three secret cats on board. The cats know about each other obviously and thankfully for everyone involved like each other. 

They hang out together in little hiding places which leads to some run ins with their people when they’re trying to find their cat. Sitcom level stilted conversation and side eye. 

Anyway Leo figures it out first since he’s always squeezing his way into obscure places on the ship to do repairs and work.

He’s rebuilding Festus inside the wall one day and looks up to see this pile of way more cats than he knew about and his first thought is- “Did you have babies and how fast did those babies grow up?”

The cats decide to be funny and lead Leo to Hazel’s cabin, but Nico’s the one that opens the door to find Leo and his cat and two other cats that Nico doesn’t recognize and his first thought is “Did you invite your friends without telling me, and now the ship captain has found all these unwanted guests?”

He considers playing dumb but his cat comes up and starts weaving around his ankles and purring and reaching up to be held and Nico- he can’t ignore her obviously.

So they’re just standing there holding their respective cats, this other third one sitting between them unconcerned and licking its paw and then Hazel comes around the corner to find this scene and her first thought is “What spies has Hecate sent now and put these boys under thrall?”

Three pointing spider man meme

The truth comes out and they’re like, oh cool.

Alternatively:

When Nico’s  leaving with the statue he passes by Leo and a pair of eyes peeks out from his partly unzipped backpack and Leo spots them and shouts  “I see you Frank!”

Because the thought that made the most sense to him is that Frank got swept up in the praetor duty thing and wanted to clear his camps name but didn’t want to disappoint the rest of them by leaving. 

This is of course not the case, and Nico jumps and the cat jumps and yowls and scratches her way out of the pack and takes off down the hill.

Where Hazel and Frank are standing looking at this scene. 

Leo tries to help Nico find the cat but gets distracted by Frank asking if Leo actually thought he’d leave the quest like that.

“I don’t know man! It was just the first thing that made sense! I see an unidentified animal hanging around, I assume it’s you!”

As Leo explains the very scientific (but not at all possible) theory that popped into his head in that split second that maybe Frank turned himself into one of those starfish that could regrow their entire bodies from one leg- “That’s not an actual thing, Leo.”- and then regrew himself and then turned back human and then one of him turned cat, he manages to get Nico’s attention and tosses him a bag of cat treats.

Maybe this doesn’t work and because of the timing of the shadows Nico has to leave without his cat, so Leo promises to find her before the Argo leaves. Which yeah in the long run staying on the ship is the safest option, but Nico’s still peeved about it by ToA and that’s why he’s mad- though it’d be more like annoyance at that point- at Leo.

Or maybe it works too well and all three cats appear, and this isn’t the most opportune time for that. They see how attached the cats are to each other and Nico’s like 🙄 fine whatever, she better make it out of this without a scratch, Leo.

Which she does, obviously.

Just imagine Hazel doing witchy business with the shadows of three cats hanging around her, she feels very badass and very adored. Arion is displeased at his person’s attention being divided from him but they’re cats so of course not even he is going to win anything against them. They sometimes just ride around on his back and he trots around slow enough to be comfortable for them. 

If you wanna be sad and yearning about it then Nico taking care of Leo’s cat after his death and all those Associated Feelings and then being peeved all over again when his letter arrives and muttering to the cat(s) at like every opportunity, “When your father gets home-“ just to have a reason to talk about Leo.

(Percy does confirm at some point that those regenerating starfish do in fact exist and Frank is Not Happy about losing that debate)

[violetsoju]

Sakusa doesn’t understand why the specific blond teammate of his calls him “Omi-Omi”. It’s ridiculous, to say the least. 

Worse, he doesn’t understand why you’re siding with the faux blond.

“Well, I kind of understand why Atsumu calls you that.” You say to his dismay.

The subtle raise of his eyebrows hidden behind his curly locks is an indication to explain yourself.

“Just look in the mirror and you’ll get what I mean.” You tilt your head to the full length mirror next to the genkan, where too many mirror selfies have been taken. 

Sakusa stomps in tiny towards the mirror reluctantly at your nudges, leaving the warm toasty sofa that is now indented with his weight before. 

“What exactly am I supposed to see?” He huffs, hands automatically in his pocket on reflex as he stands before the mirror.

“Yourself, duh.”

“And?”

“Well.” You pad towards him. With your hands clasped together before you and small coughs from clearing your throat dramatically, it’s as if you're about to give an important speech. 

“Standing at over 6 ft, packed with lean muscles, clad in all black, a hoodie overhead, black face mask, furrowed eyebrows, black hair, and only black eyes visible that screams ‘Leave me alone I’m tired’. If that isn’t what we call ominous, I don’t know what that is.”

“Get it? Omi-Omi. Ominous.”

Sakusa snorts at your comment, ruffling his hair while pulling his overhead hoodie down to take a closer look.

Black hoodie, black joggers, black face mask that he hasn’t discarded upon getting home, black natural hair and black eyes. He even has to take a few steps back to take in his whole reflection in the mirror given his height.

He does look a little intimidating to say.

Your next comment earns another snort from him. “You honestly also look like a black cat.”

His next comment earns a snort from you too. “You’re a crazy cat lady then.”

A stare-off begins, the both of you not backing down until an idea suddenly pops into your head as you quickly fish out your phone, nudging a confused Sakusa to face the mirror as you snap the scene before you. Another mirror selfie for the record. 

“This shall be named ‘Kiki and Jiji’.”

It’s back to serious business as you swiftly keep your phone back into your pocket, picking off from where you left from the stare-off, gaze as piercing as before as if nothing had happened just a few seconds ago. Sakusa loses the game as he chuckles at your impromptu action, shaking his head lightly in adoration. 

“Are you saying I bring bad luck then? Given I’m all ominous, daunting and part of the feline family.” He squishes your cheek from side to side gently.

You try to squeeze out a coherent sentence through your pouted lips. “Nah, who says black cats bring bad luck? I don’t stand with that.”

“You are basically standing beside one now.”

“Don’t you dare start a cat fight.”

No paws or hands were harmed in the event.

“As long as they’re cute, it doesn’t matter.” You hum in thought, tapping your chin.

Sakusa’s intrusive thoughts take over as a mumbled “How superficial” escapes from his lips, and is immediately met with a pair of questioning eyes.

“As for your case,” You lean in slowly like a predator cornering its prey. He unknowningly gulps when you pull his face mask down to reveal his full face, bodies just a few inches apart. 

Sakusa feels like nine lives of a cat have passed as you examine his face with your eyebrows knitted together. Your eyes trail from the two moles above his right eyebrow, his defined nose bridge, and down to his lips. He definitely catches your gaze lingering on his lips for a few seconds longer. 

He’s about to lean in to seal the gap when you come to your final verdict. 

“You’re cute. So you pass.” You announce, tapping his cheek lightly in approval as you walk off to the sofa in the living room. 

“And it’s a cute name fitting for a cute black cat. Omi-Omi the Ominous.”

Sakusa feels a surge of warmth on the tip of his ears, and it’s spreading to his cheeks, and blooming across his chest like wildfire. He needs to put out this heat before his whole body sets on fire. 

A squeal rings in the living room as a huge mass of weight plops onto you, its head finding its way to your lap as it snuggles to keep itself close, soft curls tickling your skin as it makes itself comfortable and cosy, sharing the warmth in the cool evening air. 

Omi-Omi the Ominous. That’s definitely something that will only stay in the four walls of this small apartment. Never, ever to the ears of his blond teammate.  

[enderwoah]

jimmy solidarity is so intrinsically mind-meltingly confusing i love him dearly and i want to squish him with a passion and i want him to win (or lose) the next life series installment and here is why

(this is a very long insanity fuelled rant sorry but if you too are obsessed with jimmy solidarity and the concept of him actually not being pathetic and possibly winning heres the post for you)

jimmy solidarity is the kind of guy that literally has one gimmick and its being the most pathetic person on every server he has the pleasure of being on. he is the wet cat of a man that gets bullied and taken advantage of and nobody listens to him when he complains or objects to anything and yet not once has he truly gotten angry about it because hes just that nice of a guy. sort of.

cause i dont know about yall, but jimmy solidarity is kind of a bastard to me?? i will never forget him swindling joey out of 50% of his gunpowder profits (u think that wasnt swindling?? consider the following: he was earning NOTHING before joey started doing gunpowder on his own. NOTHING. and yet all he had to do was go over and put on his little sad pitiful pathetic song and dance and beg for a cut of joey's profits and suddenly: whats that? a net profit?) i will never forget the sheer amount of times this guy has had to hold himself back from straight up killing or aattacking someone; not because of morals or kindness or goodwill, but out of spite. but out of "i need to be better than this person it hurts them more if i dont kill them in cold blood (in my head)." i will never forget the amount of times he has just straight up punched someone in the nose (/rp) because they were being mildly annoying in the middle of a conversation.

im not saying hes a mastermind thats manipulating everyone by acting lame but also just a little bit?? minus the manipulation part?? hes proven on multiple occassions that he isnt like stupid idiot baby man. like yeah he can be a little incompetent sometimes but so can scar and by now we have ALL recognised that scar is terrifying and could raze the server by himself if he so pleased. i think if jimmy solidarity's main bit wasnt 'its funny when my friends bully me' he could genuinely cause some serious damage. i think the one time hes like ever made a trap on his own in the life series (the one in his doorway in last life) it worked flawlessly which. like. a trap. in the life series. working flawlessly. hello. sure it was basic but the fact that it worked without a hitch should alone be a testament to his ability

and if thats too obscure for u i mean we can step out of the life series for a little bit and just direct you to the fact that he isnt bad at minecraft like at all?? if u havent had the pleasure of watching his dodgebolt 1v3 i really reccomend it because youd THINK that someone bad at minecraft would be trembling in his boots and being in a total panic in that situation. hell even someone AMAZING at minecraft in that position (grian) literally sounded on the verge of throwing up for his entire time and thats FAIR. thats NORMAL.

all i am saying is that jimmy solidarity rolled up to this 1v3, said 'ive got this,' and took out two people in literally a second and a half. and then just chill-ly said 'ive got this' again. the only time he sounded mildly panicked was when tommy was making him dodge for a ridiculously long amount of time. as soon as tommy missed twice- or, rather, as soon as he dodged tommy's bolts twice, mine brother in craft took one shot after like five seconds and it was over. every SINGLE time i decide to watch a jimmy mcc pov im sitting there like. 'damn. DAMN?? JIMMY SOLIDARITY???? POPPING OFF???????" at like more than one point every single time. there are so many other places that hes demonstrated that he isnt bad at minecraft but its late/early and my memory doesnt work like it used to

which brings me back to the life series. since we all know that his 'being bullied hahaheeheehoohoo' bit is a bit (and hey. its a good bit. im not saying its a bad bit. i think its funny and i think it gets even funnier when jim starts fighting back. if youre gonna have a long-lasting gimmick thats a good one and jimmy does a swell job at making it entertaining and also making it clear that it isnt serious) this means that he can un-bit it for a bit. or at least peel away the bit a little.

im just saying jimmy solidarity has huge bastard energy and hes allowed to let it free in the life series!! he will burn things down he will cheer at traps he will fight for his friends he wil fight tooth and nail and claw for his life (he started last life with two lives. he never got any more. he only died due to a trap and due to murder like COME ON). if he wanted to burn down a base he could if he wanted to set up a huge trap PERSONALLY i think he could hell i think if he went up to someone in 1v1 combat he would at least have a chance (depending on the person of course). i mean look at his dodgebolt performance all the man needs is a bow and some distance and hes APPARENTLY set for life!!

ill say it

if jimmy solidarity played it smart, he could win the life series. easily.

jimmy is good at making alliances with people (coughs and kicks the southlands betrayal underneath the rug Ignore That One he was Desperate he started off with two lives remember honestly it was a justified move) hes a litlte bit silly stupid and oft acts impulsively but he can direct that impulsivity against one person and for another. if he got himself in a squad like he did in 3rd and last life and stopped playing up the pathetic bit and set a trap for once in his life (/endeared) he could actually get himself some kills. some Real kills, not accidentally blowing up ren and skizz with tnt.

i dont even care how he does it. i just want him to win. and if he doesnt win, i want him to come top five at LEAST before getting horrifically stabbed in the back by someone he had been running with for the whole series that is the ONLY loss i will accept and still be happy about. the man deserves a girlboss moment please we're approaching two years let the man LIVE

[philistiniphagottini]

congratulations on 400 followers!!! 🫶 sending love from all anons teehee

if domestic bliss was still open, i’d love to make a request since there’s a lack of fem characters. so long as its open ofc!! i was torn between kafka and firefly (and i’m also open to blade).. i was hoping you could choose between whoever you felt most up-to writing with the nail polish prompt :> either female reader doing blade/kafka’s nails, or firefly doing ours please? if i’m too late then i understand ❤ THANK YOU SM even for reading this and considering, i hope your day is going very well <333🫶🫶

Hi! Thank you so much for the love, I appreciate it <3 Not gonna lie, I had trouble choosing because I had an idea for all the characters but I picked Kafka so I can have some practice writing her. Thanks again, I hope to see you around.

cw. fluff, female reader

Domestic Bliss

It was early in the evening when Kafka decided to drape herself over you. You were just simply relaxing on the couch, playing a game on your phone when she sauntered up to you and practically fell into your lap. The couch shifted from her sudden weight as she threw her legs over yours, squishing herself into your side as she peered over to look at your phone screen. You could see her reflection on the screen and the subtle purse of her plump lips told you in an instance that she wanted something. You did not even have to ask, she would let you know what she desired. She idly curled a lock of your hair around her finger, her gaze lidded as her lips parted around a sultry purr of your name. 

“Dearest” she said, her voice barely above a breathy whisper. “Would you so kindly do my nails for me again? I adore how you paint them.”

She kissed the wisps of your hair that weaved around her slender fingers, her nails sharp like daggers as she playfully wriggled them in your line of sight. A soft hum bubbled up your throat as her cloying words sank deep into your bones, ringing in your ears like a chime from a shimmering bell. You nodded in response to her words, head already feeling giddy at the thought of painting her nails again. 

“Sure, just let me go get my kit.”

You leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek, a soft chuckle breezing past her lips as she purred like a contented cat. You put your phone to the side and gently tapped her legs. She moved and allowed you to wriggle out from underneath her so you could fetch the nail polish. You were only gone for a moment before you wandered back to her, a small box in your hands and a beaming smile stretching your lips. You dragged a small, wooden table in front of Kafka, getting her to rest her hand upon it as you sat down on the other side. You started to rummage around the box, bottles of nail polish softly clicking together as you dug around.

“What colour do you want?” you inquired.

Kafka hummed in thought before she shrugged. “How about you decide.”

You nodded as you picked up a few bottles of purple and pink from the array of colours littering the box. A small noise rumbled in your chest as you brought the different bottles close to her face, trying to best match the magenta colour of her lipstick. Once you were satisfied that you found one you put the others away only to pick out one of bottles of bright, glittering polish.

“I think I'll do two coats” you mused as you started to shake the bottle of nail polish. “I'll put the magenta as the base and the glitter as the top coat. How does that sound?”

“Suits me just fine.”

You smiled in response as you popped the lid of the bottle and set about your task. Kafka's nails were always immaculately manicured, not a single chip in her long nails and always sharpened like the claws of a predator. They were the perfect canvas to paint as you started to apply the coat of nail polish. She sat perfectly still for you, eyes shimmering in amusement and a coy smile tilting her lips as she watched you concentrate. She could paint her own nails if she wanted to, but it wasn't the same as when you did it. You were always so delicate with her, not a single mean bone in your body as you applied the nail polish with such a softness that she barely even felt a thing. She offered you her other hand when you asked for it and continued to watch you work with mild fascination. You were good at what you did and it was obvious with every single stroke of the brush. You were wearing a bright smile once you were done with applying both coats, allowing Kafka to have her hands back. 

“Done!” you exclaimed. 

Kafka held her hands up to the light, admiring the way her nails shimmered and sparkled like jewels. 

“Well done” she praised. 

Before you could put the nail polish away she snatched both bottles off the table, an expectant look in her eyes as she gestured to you. 

“Now, it's your turn. We need to match” she cooed. 

[kollector-of-stims]

I have managed to choose my top 50 favorite stim toys out of my collection!

First, the top 10:

1: Nee Doh Nice Cube. Just perfect all around!

2: Marshmello Fruitz grapes sugar ball. It fits in my hand really well because of its shape and honestly may be tied first place with the Nice Cube..

3: Squirkies turtle. The clicking buttons, joystick head, and switch tail just make it so satisfying to me for some reason-

4: Mini articulated fidget slug. The amazingness of the fidget slugs but smaller and easy to use in public!

5: Fidget worm/Morf fidet. Something about holding it and shaking it to make it rattle has just appealed to me a lot out of nowhere? Also fun to move around when listening to music!

6: Marshmello Fruitz strawberry sugar ball. Amazing texture from this one specifically and I also like fruit!

7: Marshmello Fruitz pineapple sugar ball. Pretty colors and sometimes the softer sugar balls are good in occassions!

8: Bubble tea squish. The sound...mainly the sound...That, and I always like water squishies!

9: Squirkies chameleon. Small, cool fidget options, love the silicone tail!

10: OddBallz click clack molecule ball. SOOUNND..And feel ofc but the sound is a GREAT addition!

My 40 other fave stim toys under the cut!

11-20:

11: Pastel Fidget Slug. My first one ever!

12: Rainbow Fidget Slug. Pretty colors!

13: Candy Drop Sugar Ball. Nice texture that's soft but not too soft!

14: Galaxy Infinity Cube.

15: Mini Train Pop It. Purple, train, and portable!

16: Jumbo Squishy Gummy Worm.

17: Watchitude Octoz Fidget Octopus.

18: Mad Lab Glob Ball.

19: Brain Splat Ball.

20: JA-RU Stretchy Sand-Filled Banana.

---

21-30:

21: Squishy Dumpling.

22: Galaxy Fidget Cube. My first fidget item with fidget in the name! Been treating me well for years~

23: Super Duper Sugar Squishers Axolotl.

24: Takumo Kawaii Squishy Kitty.

25: Small Blue Bear Sparkly Squishy.

26: Boink. Simple but effective in public and easy to hide in your sleeve if you want!

27: Squirkies Scorpion. After I replaced the wacky tracks tail it got a lot better and less squeaky!

28: Mini Pop It Single. Simple as that!

29: Rat Splat Ball. Little friend!

30: Foam Penguin Squishy. Came in a mystery pack and is actually super soft!

---

31-40:

31: Orbeez Filled Squishy Bat.

32: JA-RU Dragon Monkey Noodle. I like dragons!

33: Squirkies Butterfly.

34: Textured Skeleton Monkey Noodle. I like Halloween and skeletons! Also less things to get in the way while you run your hand along the textures!

35: Sand Filled Moon. Nice texture AND a little weighted!

36: Squirkies Monkey.

37: 5 Bearing Fidget Spinner. Fidget spinners always work for me!

38: Mini Fidget Cube. Good for the Dentist or other appointments or meetings!

39: Mini Tangle.

40: Small Suction Toy. Got it from a quarter machine and honestly? Very nice!

---

41-50:

41: Realistic Stretchy Banana.

42: Art Palette Clicking Button Fidget.

43: Mini Wacky Tracks.

44: Parrot Dimple. Chose the parrot for the animal and colors!

45: Simple Orbeez Squish. Classic, cheap, and effective for me!

46: Pop It. This one has great pops!

47: Textured side an ASMR Fidget Cube. I split it all into pieces and like this one the most!

48: Mini Slinky.

49: Cat in a Cup.

50: Foam Ball Squish. My legit first stim toy ever! It's been through a lot and has gathered a lot of sentimental value!

---

If you have any questions about any of these stim toys such as the brand or where I got them from, or if you have one of these too, I'd love to see and/or answer!!

[jisungsdaydreamer]

district nine — l.mh

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME»

SYNOPSIS For the very first time in his life, eighteen year-old Minho is left to fight his demons alone, far from home and everything dear to him. New places, new people, new things to fear— it's an endless tightrope strung by the unknown. But what Minho does not know is that he will never walk it alone.

Pairing: Lee Know-centric story featuring the rest of skz. No pairings apply. Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, college au Warnings: themes of loss and grief, minor character death, fear of water/aquaphobia, post-traumatic stress disorder, mentions of underage drinking/alcohol Word Count: 4k

*Written for @k-labels debut event. My submission is for District 9 by Stray Kids.

“You’ll be okay, Minho.”

Minho tries to swallow the anxiety rising in his throat, fighting the urge to look up at his father one more time. The waves are calm today, rising and falling like the movement of his chest at night. However, the comfort of Minho’s bedroom is missing from the scene, replaced with the familiar fear that Minho always feels whenever he’s around bodies of water. 

“I’m scared, Dad.” Minho clings to his father’s sailing vest while staring down at the murky depths of the river. “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

Minho hears his father sigh in affection, more than frustration, before he bends down to match his height. He runs his hand through his son’s hair, tousling it like the balmy summer breeze overhead. 

“As long as I’m here, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” Minho’s father kisses his soft head before standing up once more and getting back to work. “See? You’re all safe.”

Minho nods unconvincingly, trying not to squish the soft grilled cheese sandwich in his hands. He really wishes he brought his stress ball with him. “Okay.”

“Cheer up, Minho! Your grandpa used to bring me here all the time, when I was your age,” Minho’s father calls out from where he’s busy reeling in a long line of thick rope and cramming it into a little metal box for safe-keeping.

“Hmph.”

It’s the perfect weather to be outside on the river, which is frequented by many others in their small town on idyllic days like these. Minho, however, would rather be back home, either assisting his mother in the kitchen or playing with his cats. But his father insisted on taking him on a boating trip, and he couldn’t refuse, not when he barely saw his father these days. He knows his father is facing an immense amount of pressure at work, and that this would help him relax. Still, he can’t help the feeling of foreboding twisting and turning in his stomach.

Minho decides to abandon the sandwich after all, nauseated by both fear and the way the boat consistently rocks against the current. He looks out at the water once more, glaring down at the river like he can subdue it with a withering gaze. As if his expression has summoned something, a little fish pops up into his vision, its brightly-colored scales flashing right beneath the surface.

Intrigued, Minho breaks off a small part of sandwich crust and throws it out into the water. The fish cautiously approaches the particle of bread, before eating it. Now momentarily distracted by the way the fish looks up at him, as if pleading for more, Minho tosses out a couple more crumbs, but this time, closer. The fish swims towards him like Minho wants it to, its little fins wagging happily as it eats.

Minho laughs for the first time today, prompting his father to look over his shoulder. “Having fun, Minho?”

“Maybe.”

“Good. But be careful— don’t go to close to the edge. The river is unpredictable.”

Minho sighs. Grown-ups. “I know that, Dad.”

By now, multiple fish have surfaced, eager for scraps like their lucky friend, and Minho indulges them, sharing his midday snack with all hungry for it. After a few minutes, his sandwich is finally gone, and the fish just gaze up at him. He shakes his head at them sadly. “I don’t have anymore left, guys.” 

Not wanting to see them go, however, Minho very tentatively stretches out his hand to the water, wondering if the fish would come to him. They don’t dare to come near, but Minho takes it as a sign to try even harder; the fish were just so pretty. Maybe if he caught one, he could put it in a jar and beg his parents to let him keep it as a pet. He’d name it Lino, so they both have rhyming names. Obviously, he can’t introduce Lino to his cats, but still, Lino would be his friend, a better one to replace the mean people who made fun of him at school. Lino would be Minho’s, and he’d be Lino’s.

Minho leans over the edge, all of his previous apprehension forgotten as his fingertips skim the cool water. The fish splash in the water, trying to escape Minho’s grasp, flicking little droplets of water onto the bare skin of his arms. Maybe this really isn’t that bad, Minho thinks, smiling to himself.

One of the fish darts in the water near Minho’s hand, making him giggle in amusement. His entire upper body is hanging off the edge now, only his feet anchoring him to the belly of the boat. “Just a little closer…” 

Just as Minho’s little hand is about to close around the fish, the boat suddenly lurches, and he ends up clasping a handful of river water instead of his target. Minho tries to pull himself back to stand so he can complain about his loss properly, before he loses his balance. The next thing he knows, he’s being catapulted over the side of the boat and falling headfirst into the river with a frightened shout. 

The first thing he feels after his body painfully careens through the water is how shockingly cold the water is, enveloping him like a frigid, suffocating blanket. The currents that lie below the surface finally manifest, showing their true colors as they swirl his body around like a rag doll. Minho remembers reading about such a phenomenon in some nature article, that sometimes, even though a small body of water may look peaceful, the sinister truth is hidden right under.

Minho gasps for air in the frothing rapids, fighting to keep his face from lolling to the side and trying to make his waterlogged body move, but to no avail. He was always too scared of the water to learn how to swim, even at their neighborhood swimming pool. Amongst other irrelevant reasons, it’s why he always gets bullied at school, why the other kids always make a big show of flashing their invitations to pool parties to him. He was never invited, and he never cared either, beyond that twinge of sadness in his chest. But now, all he can hear is the raucous roaring of the river around him, and for a moment, perhaps someone yelling his name from up above. But that sensation is soon lost, as Minho begins to submit to the strength of the water.

Before he finally succumbs, however, he feels a different kind of pressure on his body, strong arms circling his legs and propelling him upwards. Minho thrusts his own flailing limbs forward, trying to drag himself to the surface. The struggle barely works, as Minho’s hands finally locate the side of the boat, grabbing at the material and trying to find the side railing. Minho’s savior clutches at his ankles from down below, giving him a final push up and into safety.

As soon as Minho’s hips hit the bottom of the little boat, he ignores the pain in his side from the hard impact, scrambling to the edge of the boat once more. This time, he holds the railing like it’s his lifeline— which it very well may be. 

“Dad!” His eyes frantically search the water for any signs of his father, for the man who saved his life, but the action is to no avail. “DAD?!”

His efforts are fruitless, because the water doesn’t stir, calm once more and faithfully concealing the monstrosity hiding in it. The swallows chirp from nearby riverbanks, and the sun shines down on the river. Everything seems as it was before, except this time, the piercing, guttural cry of both Minho’s realization and grief cuts through the air. No, nothing is the same, and it never will be.

10 years later.

Minho wipes the sweat off of his brow as he stacks the storage containers on top of each other; the lack of air conditioning in the room is truly a menace to his efforts. Fortunately, the work is almost over, his bed already neatly made and clothes pressed and folded in the little wardrobe assigned to him. 

“You should really take some rest, Minho.” Minho’s mother looks over at him, placing the back of her hand on Minho’s heated forehead. “You’ll tire yourself out.”

“It’s okay, Mom.” Minho turns away from her, trying to mask his trepidations with indifference. He takes some of the extra hangers strewn about and hangs up them, before shutting the closet door and glancing around the room, satisfied. Everything is in order, just how he always needs it to be.

“Sweetheart, you can talk to me,” she sighs, wrapping her arms around his stiff shoulders, leading him to his bed and sitting him down. Minho stares straight ahead, avoiding her gaze. If she looked into his eyes, she’d see straight through his facade, more than she already has. “I know it’s hard.”

“I’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”

But she does, she always does worry for him, and Minho knows that. He hasn’t ever been away for home for more than a few hours at a time; this is the first time he’ll be far from home, and permanently, too. 

“I love you so much. You know that, right?” She whispers, hugging him tightly.

He’s long overdue for a haircut, but he didn’t bother getting one. With the shaggy locks falling into his deep brown eyes, along with how his features have finely sharpened over the years, he looks more and more like his father. His mother always says how his father would have been so proud of him.

Minho sighs, patting his Mother’s back gently. “I know, Mom. I know.”

The sound of the dormitory room door opening with a bang makes them both jerk in shock, and they both look over at the entrance. A boy enters, a tangled string of headphones looped around his neck as he drags in a suitcase behind himself. His slender frame is tucked into a plain, baggy t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, and wears a baseball cap backwards, loose tufts of inky hair peaking out from under.

He pays Minho and his mother no mind as they silently watch him from Minho’s side of the room. The boy doesn’t bother with unpacking his suitcase, just wordlessly dumping its contents into a pile on the mattress before flopping onto his stomach, next to it. He scrolls through his phone for a few moments, before seemingly noticing the other occupants for the very first time. He gives them a small glance over his shoulder, before flicking his eyes back to his phone screen.

“Jisung,” he mutters, barely making an effort to be heard.

Minho blinks, before his mother gives him an encouraging nod to introduce himself as well. “I’m Minho. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Cool.”

Jisung doesn't say anything else, opting to fall silent once more in favor of whatever is so much more entertaining on his phone. Minho looks back at his mother, perplexed, who mirrors the emotion. Obviously, this Jisung isn’t interested in conversation, or much of a relationship with his roommate. Minho’s mother shakes her head, smoothing out a wrinkle in Minho’s jacket. 

“Are you sure you’ll be alright? I can stay a little longer if you want me to.”

“You should go now, Mom. The welcome orientation is starting soon.” Minho tilts his cheek, accepting the kiss his mother places there. She’ll be gone eventually, and it’s better sooner than later, so he can prepare himself.

He walks his mother out of the building, where their second hand minivan is parked. And as soon as they both arrived, his mother is gone, and so is the comfort of her love, her presence. Minho just stands there, rooted to the spot on the sidewalk, watching his mother drive away until the vehicle turns a corner and disappears from his vision.

Adopting his customary blank expression, he makes his way back to the room, passing giddy students and their teary yet proud families. He steps inside and finds Jisung already passed out on his bare mattress, phone lying haphazardly on his chest.

Minho’s turns to sit back down at his desk and read a book for a little, maybe, when he feels something crunch under his shoe. He looks down to see an empty potato chips packet; obviously Jisung’s, and it must have been blown over from the other side because of the gusts of air coming in through the window. Minho glances at Jisung’s slumbering form for a moment, as if waiting for the boy to wake and clean up his mess. But he doesn’t, so with an exhausted grunt, Minho picks up the packet and disposes of it in his trash can, along with his hopes of making any friends here.

Minho weaves through the throngs of partygoers, trying not to pass out. The deafening beat of the bass reverberates throughout the vast room, prolonging the aching headache he’s had since yesterday afternoon. The first week of classes just finished; the workload was heavy, but Minho enjoyed his books more than people, anyway, so that didn’t prove much of a hardship. 

As for friends, he hadn’t made any. He’d intentionally put up a cold aura so that no one would come near him; he didn’t have the patience to brush anyone off. It’s why he can’t complain too much about Jisung— the guy just left him alone and let him do whatever he needed. Minho’s one grievance about him, however, would be how messy he is. Minho’s side of the room is always kept tidy, while at any time in the day, it looks like a tornado ripped through Jisung’s. 

It’s why Minho used the party as an opportunity to escape the dorm, to get away from the filth that he would have to share with Jisung. Even though he knew it would be a bad idea to come out to the back-to-school bash for freshmen that one of the fraternities was throwing, he came anyway. But he should have known better than to try and fit in with all of the other perfectly normal eighteen year-olds here. He’s never been a party person anyway, so here he is now, floating around like a loser while trying to find the nearest exit from the frat house’s outdoor patio.

But his progress is cut off when a heavily drunk frat boy crashes into Minho’s side, shoving him towards the pool that Minho unfortunately failed to notice the dizzying proximity of. Head whipped to the side, Minho stumbles, getting an eyeful of the turquoise, lighted waters of the pool, and moments later, he’s shoved in, an awful case of deja vu written just for him.

It feels like the whole world comes to a standstill when his body smashes into the water. Someone turns off the music, and people gather around to watch everything unfold like a movie. No one makes a move to help him, just letting out intoxicated chuckles at the scene like it’s something truly comical, nothing serious. And it shouldn’t be, barely a few feet of water deep. But Minho still doesn’t know how to swim, and so he thrashes mindlessly in the water, mind frozen over with panic.

Minho tries to scream for help, but it comes out garbled, with all of the chlorine forcing its way into his mouth and keeping him from forming coherent words. The memories of that terrible day come rushing back to Minho. Him, splayed out, afraid and all alone. Him staring out at the water, praying for his father to come back. The rescue boat coming to take him back, wrapping his small, shivering form in a thick towel. His father’s lifeless body being extracted from the river by the patrols, Minho’s mother crying in his ear. 

He’d been saved that day, but nobody was coming for him now. Good, Minho thinks. It was his fault, that day. It should have been Minho and not his father. Minho stops trying to make an effort, and this time, it’s by his own choice. He lets the terror paralyze him, and finally, he’s getting what he deserves. He’s so resigned to his fate that he barely registers someone’s arms around him, steadying him in the water. 

“What in the hell are you doing?”

Jisung’s voice fills Minho’s ears, hurtling him back into reality. Minho feels Jisung’s arms tighten around his waist, and their legs knock against each other in the water. But the agitation doesn’t leave Minho’s body, as he keeps lashing his limbs out in the water.

“I— I can’t swim.” He croaks, trying to inhale and exhale to calm himself down, a technique his therapist taught him long ago. It doesn’t work.

For a moment, Minho thinks that he’s somehow imagined the help, that he’s already died and this is his soul’s strange way of coping. But then Jisung speaks up again, quietly. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

For such a small person, Jisung really is strong, dragging both himself and Minho to the edge of the pool, where he grabs the railing and hoists himself up, before helping Minho out as well. Their audience steps away from the spectacle, going back to their own business, leaving Minho to sputter and cough, while Jisung just watches.

When he’s finished spitting out the mouthfuls of water that he swallowed, Minho looks over at Jisung. He doesn’t know if he really means it, but he says it anyway, because the last time, he never got the chance to. “Thank you.”

“Be careful.” Jisung stands up, stretching out his hand to Minho, who gingerly accepts it. “You never know when some hammered idiot is going to bump into you.”

In an unsaid agreement, the two boys leave the party instantly, having experienced enough of the party culture to last them for the rest of the year. They head towards the bus stop a few minutes walk away, instead of navigating the still-unfamiliar campus in the darkness. Minho walks with his arms wrapped around himself, stealing glances at the other boy, who stares straight ahead, whistling some random tune to himself.

“What song is that?” Minho hesitantly breaks the silence, his hatred for it outweighing the one he carries for conversation, for once. 

“Something I made up,” Jisung states, with a careless shrug.

Minho takes Jisung’s willingness to answer as a sign for him to keep going, to ask the questions that tug at him. “Why didn’t your parents come with you to help you move-in?”

Jisung doesn’t look at him, kicking at a pebble in his way. “Don’t have any.”

“As in—”

“They’re dead,” Jisung says shortly. “Car crash.”

Minho’s insides fill with something akin to sorrow. “I didn’t mean to—”

Jisung cuts Minho off for a second time, but now finally meets his eyes. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Minho shakes his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “How are you able to be so… normal? How can you just move on like that? You seem perfectly fine.”

Jisung doesn’t say anything for a moment, before listlessly gazing up at the sky above him. “Everyone has their own demons. Just depends on who’s better at hiding them.”

Minho keeps quiet and hangs his head down, trying not to let Jisung see the tears stinging his eyes.If Jisung notices, he doesn’t say anything, even when Minho’s voice comes out choked. “Does it ever go away, Jisung? The pain?”

“I don’t know, Minho. I can’t say yes for you, because sometimes it does go away, and sometimes it doesn’t.” Jisung sighs. “But we’ve all lost someone. The best we can do is keep moving forward.”

Minho doesn’t see the point in covering up his tears anymore; his roommate saw a lot more of him tonight than he’d have expected from anyone. The dampness streams down his cheeks freely, but Jisung still doesn’t comment on it, and for that, Minho is grateful. “I don’t feel ready— for any of this. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“No one does, trust me.” Jisung bumps Minho’s shoulder lightly, and usually, Minho would flinch away from touch like that. But he doesn’t, not this time. “But I guess that suffering with a friend is a little better than doing it alone.”

“I guess.” Minho cracks a rare smile at the other boy, as their ride pulls up in front of them.

They both get onto steps of the shuttle, met with the blindingly fluorescent lighting of the inside. The driver scans the newcomers, looking at them with an eyebrow raised. “Both of you headed to Levanter Dormitory?”

“Yes,” Jisung answers.

“What a coincidence.” The man laughs, and Minho stares at him in confusion. “Everyone else on here is also headed to Levanter. Makes my job a whole lot easier.”

Jisung makes his way to the very back of the bus, Minho following suit. There are only six other people on the bus. All of them are dozing off— a common sight at this hour— except for two of the boys— one dressed all in black and the other wearing a navy sweatshirt with the shape of a puppy embroidered on it. Minho passes by them, recognizing their faces from the past few days— in either quick glimpses or snippets of their conversations echoing in the dorm hallways—before taking his seat next to Jisung.

The drive is long, due to road construction happening even this late at night, but no one says anything. And the quiet doesn’t feel uneasy— it’s comfortable, being able to sit and revel in the absence of the pressure to seem interesting. They revel in the mundane aspects of life; Minho fiddles with his hands in his lap, planning out the next day in his head, while Jisung just looks out the window at the city lights whizzing by. 

A loud noise outside cuts through the sanctity, making everyone jump in their plastic seats, and the ones who were previous asleep blink their eyes slowly in waking up. They all gaze out the windows, their young, pensive hearts expecting the worst. Instead, they’re met with the dazzling sight of fireworks, golden sparks exploding above the view of the towering skyscrapers.

The boys exclaim out loud, not bothering to conceal the youthful idealism in their voices of awe. Jisung presses himself up against the window, his breath fogging up the glass. Minho grins, strangely pleased by this new, playful color to his roommate, one that’s just as interesting as his contemplative one. The fireworks keep erupting, casting a hazy glow on everyone’s skin.

“I wish I had my phone to take a picture,” one of the other passengers says out loud, to no one in particular. “I forgot it in my room.”

Minho glances at the speaker, a heartbreakingly handsome boy who looks more like an AI than an eighteen-year old kid. “You can borrow mine.”

The boy smiles at him in thanks, accepting Minho’s phone and using it to zoom in on the lit-up sky. Minho tears his eyes away from the window to look at the others on the bus. Everyone here has their own pain, their own secrets, their own story. Minho would like to know them, and maybe one day very soon, he just might. 

Because Minho knows that every day won’t be easy. There will be days in which time feels like it’s just barely ticking by, and others when it’s moving too fast, leaving stressed students with only seconds to finish their exams. There will be festival days and sleepless nights, good days and bad. But the negative thoughts will always outdo the positive ones if he gives them the strength to do so. 

He’s pushed others away for long enough, unwilling to forgive them, the world, and most of all, himself. But he’s now realized that life really does go on, that the beauty of it manifests in different ways every single day, whether it’s getting pulled out of a frat house pool or bearing witness to a brilliant aerial display. He understands that he just has to keep looking for it, that small light. And maybe these people— the very ones sitting with him on this simple shuttle back to his new home, the ones who could change his life in an instant— could help him find it one day.

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME» 

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Thank you to my impending college first-year worries for permeating my mind & forcing me to write this. Also, quick shout out to the lovely @simpforyongbokk for being my wonderful beta-reader. Honestly... I don't expect this story to get much attention, but either way, I'm dedicating it to all of the others like me, the people who will also be far from home soon enough, those with big fears and even bigger dreams— here's to growing up. Here's to 18.

-Dreamy

P.S. ♡ If you like my work, please consider giving me feedback in the form of reblogs, comments, and asks! ♡

TAGLIST @hamburgers101 @chansburgah @ajxreads @hash2013 @pixigreen @ana-marais98 @ohish  @chizumiyoshi @lilydaisyyy @jetblackbelle @yeahhspider @army-stay-noel @143hyunes @httphans @ave-221 @nyasstars @beautifulmusicaddict-blog @xsw-void @queen-klarissa @ultimatestayandminoronce @sxlxna @chillseo

If you’d like to join my taglist, click here! If I wasn't able to tag you above, please check your blog settings!

NETWORK TAG @k-films

©jisungsdaydreamer 2023 | All rights reserved. I do not condone translations or transfers of my work onto other platforms such as Wattpad, AO3, etc. Tumblr is my only platform. Acts of plagiarism are strictly prohibited.

[vermillionsails]

Cat-Astrophe

A/N: I read @skullghoulz and @fairytalespider ask and fic's of Miguel turning into a cat and it was absolutely adorable and got my imagination spinning. This is inspired by their fic and ask. I highly recommend it if you need some nice fluff to read! I'll have it linked. There is swearing and brief nudity when he gets turned back but nothing too graphic but because of that, this is 18+ just to be safe! This also will be a part 2 eventually! this is 8 pages long and about 4,098 words. I wanted this to go out yesterday but, I had a slight delay. This story does bounce between the reader and Miguel's pov's. enjoy!

Summary: A rouge spell from a portal hits Miguel while on a mission and he gets turned into a cat. When a nice woman from his building (the reader.) Finds him in cat form in the rain what will happen?

Warnings ⚠️: afab reader, brief male nudity, some swearing, mentions of food, brief mentions of stress, mentioning of cheek skin being squished by a cat paw, and gagging. That's all I can think of right now.

It was a frustrating and antagonizing mission for Miguel. After this is over he’s sending Ben to help Lego Spider-Man from now on. It was a crossover somehow and a rogue spell from a portal bounced and hit him. The strange orange light from it made him feel sick immediately. After telling Jess to take the different Morbius back to HQ he tapped his watch hurdily as he stumbled through the portal his wristband made. His skin felt hot and itchy as he crashed into dumpsters and walls and his vision went tunnel. Everything starts to spin as he retches and falls over his body feeling heavy. Hours go by as he wakes up groggily blinking as he sees a shadow over him.

You were in the kitchen cooking pasta for dinner when you heard a groan and loud bang outside of your alley despite the rain. You put the burner on the lowest setting so the sauce doesn't burn before walking to the small balcony your apartment has. The rain splashed and coated your feet as you walked barefoot onto the cold metal balcony. Looking down you see a medium-sided fuzzy wet ball curled up by the dumpsters. You shake your head and let out a small growl of annoyance. Someone must have dumped the poor creature and ran. You can feel your heart tighten a little in sympathy as its frame twitch and shiver from the cold of the rain. You walk back in and wipe your feet off on the kitchen mat before putting on slippers and grabbing a towel and hoodie. Throwing on your hoodie and rushing to the elevator with a towel under your arm you pull out your phone and order some basic cat supplies. One of the things you appreciate about Nueva York is the fast door deliveries for emergencies. You look at your reflection in the steel walls of the elevator you look like you didn't think you’d be making a mad dash in the rain. Your plaid sleep shorts, old warn yellow tweedy bird shirt popped off with the green slippers and maroon hoodie. At least the cat wouldn't mind the door man….maybe the people in this building were a little snobby if you were being honest. Everyone knew Spiderman lived in this building so it made everyone act weird. Eventually, the doors ding open as you get to the lobby. You speed walk past the people checking their mailboxes and the doorman as you speed around the corner toward the dumpsters. The cat was bigger than you thought as you got close. He has brown spikey fur and big paws, big ears with tufts of fur too. You decided to speak softly to him. “Hey buddy you're okay, I'm gonna get you warm and dry.” quickly you lay the towel over him and scoop him up as he blinks slowly awake. “I got you you're okay, please don't scratch me.” Miguel feels getting lifted off the ground and engulfed in a towel. He tries to make a huh? but it comes out as a Mrruha sound. You hear the cat chatter in your arms as you rush to the elevator. “I know buddy it’s okay your safe now.” the cat's body goes stiff in your arms as you reach the elevator and escape the eyebrow raise from the doorman. The doors slide shut and the cat wiggles in your arms to see himself in the metal walls. Miguel twists and wiggles uncovering the towel fold by his face seeing a cat with umber eyes staring back. A cat! He got turned into a cat! He lets out a growl that turns into a yowl halfway through. He feels your body go rigid as he makes those sounds. “Hey, hey it's okay bud it's just you not another cat see.” you rub the side of his body calmly trying to calm him down. It didn't the cat kept growling and yowling at the reflection the whole ride but made no move to get out of your arms. Every frustration and stress in Miguel's mind, body, and soul rises to the surface as he keeps seeing his cat's reflection in the metal. He seemed to understand somewhat as he shrinks back into the towel growling softly. He has no idea how long it'll last if the spider-men back at HQ will find him. He sees his wristband nowhere on him not even Lyla could try to find him. The growling continues as he panics. You sigh having no idea how to calm him down so you adjust and tap in front of his reflection making him pause and look at you. “Good I got you’re attention, look I know you scared but I need you to calm down okay? You are safe with me You’re gonna get food and a bath and somewhere to sleep. We good bud?" His expression seems somewhat stressed and scared as he looks at you. should have bought some catnip for the poor guy.

Miguel continues to growl softly during the elevator ride. You are a kind person to pick up a lone cat you are he knows that and that's why you think he is just a cat someone left in an alley. thinking about what Lyla would say to him, probably treating it like a vacation. He huffs as he feels you walking forward and opening a door. The familiar ding, ding, ding as the door opens and shuts alerts him. It’s the same tone that plays when he uses the card for his apartment door. The wristband got him home to his universe to his apartment building. A moment of relief floods through him. If HQ figures out he's gone they won't have to go far. 

You get through your door and the smell of pasta sauce and noodles hits you. It hits Miguel too both your stomachs growling as you set him down on the couch. You put your hands on your hips after sitting him down. “Stay here I have to check some stuff be a good cat.” 

He shakes off the towel and sits on top of it. His newfound tail wraps around his paws as he watches you talk. He looks at you intently trying to figure out if he has seen around the building. You look back at him raising an eyebrow as this big lynx-looking cat stares at you like he’s a statute. “Okay, you are a strange cat but….good boy.” shaking your head you walk to the kitchenette stirring the spicy tomato creme sauce before dumping the campanelle and chicken into the sauce stirring it together you keep it on low before grabbing a bowl and hearing a knock at the door. Miguel watches you as you meander into the kitchen and towards the door as the knock is heard. He remembers helping you carry a big box to the elevator one day the in lobby. It must be a small world that you ended up finding him after he helped you. He jumps down from the couch and follows you to the door watching the delivery guy hand you the bags you ordered before getting him. You open the door to a cute delivery guy of course he is cute. “Hi thank you, how much?” he gives you a charming smile before answering “Oh yeah, 20. Is that your cat?” he takes the hand out of his pocket to gesture at your new friend. You look at the cat and nod noticing that he followed you to the door. “Yeah, I just got him today.” grab your wallet from your hoodie and hand him a 20. “Thanks see you around have a good one.” you nod awkwardly as the interaction ends. “Yeah you too!” you chirp back and shut the door letting out a sigh. “I'm done with social interaction today.” setting the bags on the coffee table before walking back to the kitchen and filling up your bowl. You look at the cat seeing him scurry to your side watching you. “You hungry too buddy?” Miguel tries to say yes but it comes out as mowww. He blinks in annoyance as the sound comes out. "I'll take that as yes, hang on." You set your bowl down again before going to the bags. You pull out a pack of toys, the scooper for the litter box, the cat bed that he's too big for, and finally the food. You go through the other bag and take out the brush, shampoo litter box and litter, and the food and water dishes. "All of this stuff is yours bud ....what am I gonna call you?"

 You look at him again he has brown fur that spikes out and is almost red? Eyes you didn't see that before. "Hmm, how about Drac?" Miguel blinks in annoyance again and lets out an annoyed mrrh sound. He'll never live that down if they find out.  "You made a sound and we'll go with it for now." He growls at you softly before watching you grab the food and bowls. "Ignoring the growl…this is supposed to be really good cat food so I hope you like it."  Miguel feels himself snarl, his fangs poking out a bit as he realizes he has to eat cat food. The smell of your dinner makes his stomach growl. He could try to cute you out a couple of bites from yours. His tail sweeps the floor in annoyance as he watches you prepare the food. It looked like human food the bag looked fancy but the food smelled different than what he was used to.  Setting it down by the balcony door you call to him “Here’s your food and water drac hope you like it buddy.” you grab your food and give him a pat on the head as you walk by. 

Miguel sinks a little as you touch him. Twice you’ve touched him and to his surprise, he isn't mad about it. It's been a very long time since he had affection it just saddens him a little that it takes him being a cat to get it.  “You okay bud?” after moving some of the cat stuff to sit and find something to watch you see Drac standing like a statue again looking confused and annoyed. If you had to guess. His ears twitch at your voice and he turns to look at you making a myrrh sound.  “Adjusting huh? Well, you probably won't like bath or me later.” You're talking to yourself more than Drac at this point as you focus on the rom-com on the TV. Taking a couple bites of the pasta makes your tongue tingle from the spices as you watch the lead bump into her ‘new love.’  He trots over to the food bowl as you talk and watch your movie. He gives a few sniffs before taking a couple of bites and immediately gaging. It tastes like a bad microwave dinner he would know Miguel has had a lot.  The lead gets asked out on a date as you hear a BLEAGH! From drac. Turning you see him lapping down water. “Oh, you don't like your cat food do you?” he trots over jumping onto the couch and sitting by your thigh. “Wha- no drac don't beg for my food.”  Miguel lets out a miaow and baps at your thigh with his big paw. he does it repeatedly, miaow bap, miaow bap, miaow bap. “Drac stop it you weird cat.” he lets out another miaow and grabs your fingers that hold your spoon as he tries to drag it towards himself.  “Oh my god, Drac really dude?!” he lets out an annoyed roaw as he keeps hopping a little and collides with the spoon greedily eating the pasta and chicken on it while making those greedy cat growl/gurgle as he scarfs it down. A pale red sauce covers the fur around his mouth coloring him as the food thief he is. God, it tasted good how long had it been since he had something to eat? He can’t remember. 

In between laughing you tsk at him. “Okay I think I know to fix this greedy butt.” you get up and grab his food bowl scooping some pasta into the food bowl hoping it'll get him to eat his cat food. “Okay try it now drac.” he licks his chops as he jumps and scurries over sniffing it and scarfing down the human food on top of it. Nodding you grab your bowl and eat beside him. You can hear him purr softly as he eats. “I think that's solved for now.” it takes a couple of minutes and you're done eating your bowl. You set it on the counter and set up the rest of the cat things you got for him.  Miguel zones out as he eats and hears you move around behind him. He licks his face after realizing he ate everything in the food dish. He laps up some water before seeing your shadow over him again. He lets out a mrrrh as you pick him up again. “Look I know this isn't going to be fun but it’s bath time drac.” Miguel’s eyes widen and he starts to wiggle in your hold. Bath! You going to give him a bath! Don't cats clean themselves? It's not like he would grab you up and wash you. Before he knows it his paws touch the metal of the skin and the presser of your hand on the space in between shoulder blades keeps him there.  All you hear is sad growling as you set him in the sink. “I know buddy I'm sorry but you need to be clean.” you make the water warm and cup it onto him before lathering up the soap on his fur. You hum a little as you get the soap on him.  Miguel wonders if it's the cat brain of this body or his brain that's freaking out before he feels your hands and nails lather and scrub his fur. It feels like when he gets his hair washed when he gets his hair trimmed. He can feel his body twitch and shrink down a little as he purrs.  You chuckle as he calms down. “See it feels nice huh? Like getting pets.” you start to cup off the water on his body humming still as he purrs. Running through your hands side to side making sure soap is completely out of his fur.  Miguel knows this is weird, once he becomes a human again and if you see him turn into one this is going to be awkward. How is he gonna explain to you? “Okay buddy I gotta do your face.” Miguel makes a confused mrrp sound before you trinkle water down his face and lightly massage soap into his muzzle.

Miguel keeps his eyes closed as you rinse the soap shortly after. The pressure of your hand on his shoulder blades lifts and he makes his body shake the water off earning a giggle to you. “Can't even escape that from a cat huh?” you scoop him up with a towel and clutch him to your chest.  “Couch time Drac.” he knows the drill by now settling into your arms and the towel as you flop onto the couch. Slowly you start to rub the towel against him drying him. You can hear him start to purr at the sensation. His eyes start to droop and shut as you dry him. He can feel himself purr again from the touch he isn't going to lie. This feels nice, eating dinner with someone, affection, the bath, your voice…okay maybe he's starting to like more than just the attention. He can hear your heartbeat start to lull him as his body warms up.  You can see him starting to fall asleep in your arms and kiss him on top of his head. He lets out a sleepy chirrup sound from the kiss. You can feel his paws flex outward and grab you. "Night Drac."  Even almost asleep he knows he's screwed, that kiss you gave him sealed it. He can feel you move after saying goodnight. That's when the sleep takes over.     Walking into your bedroom you set Drac down on the bed gently taking the towel off as he stretches out in his sleep. Turning your tv on and setting it on low you go to put the food up and turn off the lights before shuffling back in. Taking your hoodie off you throw it in the laundry hamper with the towel before crawling into bed.  Before dreams start he can feel your body dip into the bed. In his sleep haze, he lets out a mrrip sound as he moves and flops down next to your stomach seeking your body heat as he falls back asleep again.  You pet his side a couple of times watching his tail thump sleepy against the bed before wrapping your arms around your pillow and cuddling it before falling asleep yourself for the night.   In the morning a loud Ree! Reee! Ree! Reee! Engulfs the room starling Miguel awake. Looking down at himself he has his cat body still, he looks at the alarm clock and back at you still asleep. He stretches and walks towards your face looking at you still softly snoring away. He lets out a few meows and chirps in your ear but nothing. Huffing in annoyance he inches closer slowly reaching his paw out to pat your cheek. Watching how it squishes against his paw he lets out a louder meow. Luckily you let an annoyed groan.  “I hear it buddy thank you.” sighing a bit as you gently push his paw away to turn the clock off. stretching and rolling over turning it off you yawn and look at Drac. “Well, morning.”  He sits up watching you giving a softer meow. “You want some pets before I get ready for work?” if you had to bet money on something strange you'd bet it on the look of should I, your question brought onto his face. It takes him a minute until he inches forward. Reaching out you start to scratch under his chin making his eyes squint shut and purr again. 

He needs to get out more if this much attention is making him melt. The last few hours he's been with you have been calming for him. He wonders what your hands would feel like on his human skin instead of cat fur or in his hair touching his scalp as he cuddles into you after a hard day….this is getting complicated now. As he gets lost in thought your hands stop and he feels you lean over to kiss the top of his head again. The feeling makes him warm up and skink into the bed.  "You're such a weird cat Drac. I gotta get ready though as much as I wanna stay here." You toss the blanket from your legs and shuffle into your closet grabbing the blue plaid skirt, black tights, and black long-sleeved bodysuit. Today you had to shadow the anchorwoman on channel 19 before they let on or behind the camera. You aced your interview and the test report script so shadowing and taking notes today shouldn't be too hard. You set the outfit on the counter in your bathroom and walk back to grab your leather jacket and black Mary Jane's to sit by the door.          He watches you get ready for the day, this must be your usual routine. His mind starts to wander off again. Where would you work to dress up like that? Library? college? law office? He jumps down to get a closer look. As he lands he can feel his stomach flip and flutter. He lets out a confused mrrp sound as it continues. It quickly twists itself into nausea making his body feel like it's pulsing. He starts to pant and let out small yowling sounds. He scurries to the couch as he starts to gag and retch.  You made it into the bathroom changed fast into the outfit and started getting ready to do your makeup as you heard the odd noises coming from Drac. Heart sinking a little you start to worry was he sick? Is that why they dumped him? Walking out you look for him. He's pacing In Front of your couch he must have made it in there while you were getting things set up. "Buddy? Drac you okay?"  He hears your voice but the nauseous feeling and the newfound pain in his legs overpowers it as he gags and retches on the floor. The spell must be wearing off already. Panic adds to his body as he feels his limbs start to pull like taffy.  Slowly you walk around and look behind the couch seeing your cat puking and his limbs being twisted and pulled like a scene from a bad horror movie. Your heart sinks further as you close your eyes bracing for a quiet moment to grab him. You hope you can get him to a vet.  You get lost in panicked thoughts and Miguel’s in pain as orange light bursts through the room. it engulfs his body in searing heat and makes the inside of your eyelids light up. Cracks pops and groans fill the room as his body is returned to his normal human shape. His body shakes and twitches as the cold wood floor tames his feverish skin.  Opening your eyes you see a naked toned man on his stomach where your cat used to be. His skin looks like dewy gold in the lights of your apartment. You can tell he’s sick by the way his body shivers and sweats. Watching frozen you clear your throat not sure what to do. He shifts and looks back at you his eyes widening the color more red than when he was a cat. 

He sees you dressed up and looking at him in shock it's an awkward situation. He shakes his head trying to get rid of the hazy sick feeling overtaking him. “I-i can explain what happened I promise.” he tries to move and get up but, he falls back down his limbs feel like jello.  “Yeah you're going to have to, I don't know what in the fairy tale hell is going on but you owe me cat buster!”  Miguel laughs weekly “Yeah okay I owe you a cat, I swear I wasnt a cat cause of something weird, c-can I use your shower and I show and tell you everything?” you cross your arms and mull over his request. You hope this doesn't make you late for work. “Okay fine, nothing weird though I'll go get you a towel.” he turns to his side moving his arm so it covers his hips. His hair covers his face as he lays on the floor embracing the cold. “Thanks, I'll be quick promise.”  Walking back into your living room you lay the towel over him or at least try to with your eyes closed. “I can’t be late for work so if you can be quick that would be cool you know?” he nods and sits up wrapping the towel around himself it’s a little difficult sitting on the floor but he manages. “Could you help me up?” opening one eye to peak you see he’s covered fully and open them fully he really does look like the human form of the cat you picked up.  His hair even curls and spikes out like his fur. You reach out your hands for him to grab onto you, he grunts getting his feet under him and standing. “Jeez you're a big man.” he looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “I can't tell if that's an insult or a compliment?” you blush a little in embarrassment. “I-it’s not an insult your just tall a-and i haven't helped anyone like you walk somewhere.”  He chuckles again softly. “I know I'm messing with you, I'm sorry puked on your floor and you know was a cat briefly.” you can feel yourself melt a little. “It's okay will get it cleaned up. Let's get you clean first.” it was his turn to melt it was the same tone you used when he was a cat. “Mhm, that sounds familiar.” you roll your eyes. “Shut it.” he starts to laugh again.  “Nah I don't think so kinda like you this way.” 

…… And that's where I'm ending it for now mwahahaha! 

[memento-rory]

i have more brewed bbg TRUST

schlatt is defo the type to get cuteness aggression with his partner,…,.,. ESP if he hasn’t seen you in a couple of hours after being cooped up editing or doing some other tedious task of that sort.

i’m picturing it in my mind palace

schlatt’s def the type where if he emerges from his office (or wherever he is) and enters the room where you’re at peace, doing ur own thing (on iphone, playing game, reading, etc) and he sees you minding your business and he’s trying to be chill and nonchalant as he sits on the other side of the couch on iphone for some parallel play time.

but the urge to have your attention manifests in the desire to bother you, and its literally making his bones buzz. he’s sitting there pretending to scroll on his phone but he’s literally tweaking bc all he can think about is squishing your stupid little face and playfully nipping your squishy cheeks and how he knows you’ll laugh and pretend to squirm away giving him an excuse to get both of ur hands pinned and use his weight to press you down so you have no choice but to “reluctantly” give into his affectionate outburst….

you don’t even pay him any mind, only absentmindedly noting this excessive twitching, which progressively gets worse.

You’re about to make a snarky remark about how distracting the bouncing of his leg is literal milliseconds before he finally snaps,

all of a sudden your cheeks are squished by one of his massive hands and he’s placing big, wet, exaggerated smooches all over your face.

queue impromptu playful wrestling match as you try to wriggle away (he called it)

However, instead of getting as carried away as he had expected, you two end up falling off the couch with a bang loud enough to send the cats skittering away.

he’s flushed and kinda out of breath, holding himself over u with an (annoyingly) charming shiteating grin.

you’re looking up at him, smiling and returning the slightly feral energy, hair all mussed, breathless with exertion and there’s a moment of eye contact intense enough where you’re ready to say fuck it and get busy on the floor, back pain be damned,,,

and this asshole fuckign just,.,

gets up, dusts himself off and pops his back with a groan before casually walking off.

it takes a minute for your brain to compute what the fuck just happens before,

“You fuckin douchebag!” is hurled at him, along with a few other choice names.

He hears you calling all sorts of nasty names after him, his grin only growing when he hears your shouting pause and the shuffling of you getting up, followed by the hurried pattering of your footsteps following after him (just like he knew you would).

-🥮 anon

STOP I LOVE THIS i am also a firm believer he gets cute aggression like i love the idea of him squishing your face and shaking it because he just loves you so much

he’s such a fucking tease i’m in love with him and i’m also in love with your mind palace

[shadowthrone-ammanas]

'Life' as a Ghost Drabbles: Scary Ghosts Don't Cry

Summary: could you do one where empress kidnaps hat kid and snatcher goes on a protective rampage?

~

Snatcher had warned her that mortals had ways of containing ghosts, especially the less powerful ones such as herself. So she should’ve been prepared for this but… she’d been evading the Mafia goons so well. Of course the Empress and her cronies were smarter, Hat Kid knew that. So why had she been so easy to capture?

She screamed in frustration again as she pushed out against the walls encasing her. Not with arms though; she was squished by her prison so tightly it had pressed her form into its shape. What shape that might be was impossible to tell. She couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything other than the walls holding her on all sides.

Could they hear her out there? Was there even anyone out there to hear her anymore? How long had she been in here? A while now for sure. At least an hour? Maybe two? It felt longer but that was just how time felt when imprisoned, right? So it couldn’t have been long yet… right?

She screamed again. Less frustration this time and more desperation. Surely if they heard her they’d feel pity and let her out. She was just a child after all; harmless. … Okay, not harmless, never harmless. She’d make them pay this as soon she tricked them into letting her out.

~

Exhaustion worked and felt different as a ghost but it was still very much a thing. The worst part was there was no falling asleep to cure it. One just had to wait it out doing something restful. Which of course also meant no escape from consciousness. She had to be aware of every single passing second even when she would rather not be.

Surely Snatcher would come for her soon though. He had last time she’d been captured. … That had been Vanessa though, someone he already kept an eye on. He might not know the Empress’ goons got her for a while or possibly ever. To him, she might appear to just vanish. He’d look though, right? And he was smart so he’d figure it out eventually… hopefully soon.

~

“Please let me out! Please, please, please!” She screamed as loud as she could. “I’ll be good. I promise Just let me out, please.”

No response.

She started crying. It had been a long time since she’d last cried. It was embarrassing to be caught crying, she was a big girl now and a scary ghost. Big girls and scary ghosts didn’t cry about their problems, they solved them. … No one could see or hear though so what did it matter anymore?

~

“… So build that wall and build it strong. ‘Cause we’ll be there before too long. Go build that wall up to the sky. Go build that wall up to the sky. One day that wall is gonna fall.” No, that wasn’t right. The lyric changed there, something that went with ‘sky’. She couldn’t remember what though. Next song then.

She was running out of songs she knew. Memorizing lyrics wasn’t something she was particularly passionate about, she just liked to sing along sometimes when doing chores around the ship. She’d have to start repeating again soon. Not yet though, she knew a few more snippets of a few more songs she could sing. Maybe she could even come up with a few more this go round.

If she’d already sung most of one Bastion song, why not the other one too. … Except she didn’t remember that one as well. Something about going home and… that’s all she knew for sure. Damn it. Maybe then she could sing…

One of the walls of her prison moved aside, allowing her to slide out of it like toothpaste being squeezed out of the tube. She puddled on the floor, formless after so long.

“Boss! I found her.” A familiar voice. One of the Subconites! She’d been found and rescued!

First she reformed her face, pulling her eyes up properly so she could look up at them. Just in time to see Snatcher pop in next to them. It wasn’t his usual form but instead one clearly meant to resemble the Metro cats except riddle with undulating spikes.

“Kiddo, you okay?” Worry didn’t sound right in his voice. He wasn’t supposed to be so openly worried. Instead he should be pretending to be grumpy above having had to come rescue her. But no, he was leaning over her with an expression to match his worried tone. “Hat Kid?”

It took some effort but she managed to pull herself up off the floor. Her form still felt liquidity and droopy like it had been bunched up so tight for so long, it could no longer return to normal. Hopefully a temporary problem.

For now though she was satisfied with just being able to have different parts again like arms and a head. Allowing her to rush the short distance over to Snatcher and hug him. Normally he sighed, pretending annoyance when he did that. Not this time though. Instead he scooped her up and cradled in nook of his arm as he shifted to his usual noodle like form.

“You were in there the whole time?”

She nodded. “How long?”

“Almost two weeks.”

Never even two weeks, just almost. Not a long time in the grand scheme of things but a long time to be squished into such a small space. It was also the longest she’d ever been alone for.

“Sorry we took so long,” a different Subconite than from before said. “We thought it was the Mafia that got you at first and then we had to find this place once we figured out who was actually responsible. We don’t come to the Metro often so it took a while.”

“It’s okay. Thanks for coming.” She pressed her face into Snatcher’s chest. No crying though; she was a big girl and a scary ghost… mostly she was too exhausted to.

“All right everyone,” Snatcher said, his tone switching to something more normal though he still held her, “I guess let’s go ahead and finish freeing everything else here since we already started and then we’re gonna burn this place to ground.”

Ooh, that was going to be fun. This place deserved to be burned to the ground. Hat Kid would delight in its destruction. When they got there. For now she was content to just be held for a little while.

[honeyrosepetals]

man i had the weirdest fucking dream that my cat's jaw was pulled inside out and i took her to a hospital and it was a charity pop up thing where you didn't have to pay with money but they only would treat your pet if you killed a rat with your bare hands to show that you understood the importance of life (?)

and they were like yeah you can kill a rat by pressing on its head like a baby's soft spot and i was desperate bc my cat's jawbone was freaking hanging off her face so i agreed and they fixed her but then i was like idk if i can do this, i really like rats.

and i asked them what they did with the dead rats, like were they fed to snakes afterwards? and they said no they just threw them out!!! which made me so upset and i didn't want to do it.

but then i saw a puppy in a cage filled with black widows and i was like wtf and they said that the owner chickened out of killing a rat and their dog is gonna die from the spiders if they don't come back and "pay" 🐀. so i grabbed a rat and squished its head and it was terrible it was a terrible weird awful dream but the worst part was seeing my cat with her jawbone and teeth all exposed and hanging off her face.

and then later in the dream there were black widows everywhere and they kept falling onto me and in my hair and i kept walking into their webs and it was horrifying

[sopejinsunflower]

2022.001.012: Karma and Deja-vu

What in the world is happening?

Yoongi stands in front of the mirror of the vanity desk in his room, turning this way and that, one eyebrow raised while the other pinches down. He stares at his own reflection, pulls a few weird faces just to see if the one in the mirror changes too, and then steps back as he realises that he has a reflection. He stands there for a couple more minutes, hearing the cogs in his brain whirring. Through the window, the sun is warming his back.

The first thing that pops in his mind is that he’s dreaming. He goes closer to the mirror, leaning over the desk to come face to face with himself, his breath fogging up the glass. That should’ve been the first sign but he proceeds to squish his cheeks together with his hands. Then he stands back again. A shadow passes by through the window but when he turns around, whatever it was was gone. He chalks it up to a bird, a crow perhaps from the size of it. The day outside is beautiful.

Next door, Namjoon is peering out his window. Something had just passed by but he had been turned away to see what it was. The shadow casted on the walls was all he noticed. The window isn’t budging, old and rusted on its hinges. He makes a mental note to let Chang know about it. The house needs a bit of fixing up. Also, the flowers in the window box look a little wilted.

He walks back towards the bathroom, needing to empty his bladder, making a mental note to water the flowers. Unlike Yoongi, Namjoon passes by the sink mirror without a glance, his mind buzzing to get to the toilet as fast as he can, eyes cast downward the rest of the way.

On the other side of the wall, Jimin is staring at the cat in the window, eyes still blurry with sleep, sitting up in bed with his hair all mussed up. He blinks and the cat disappears and he doubts that there ever was a cat to begin with. Scratching his belly, Jimin throws the blanket off and shuffles towards the window, standing in front of the pane glass, staring off into space. When he comes to again, he opens the window and sticks his head out, looking left and right but there is no cat to be seen. 

If he had looked down towards the window box, he probably would have seen the paw prints in the dirt there but he closes the window and ambles towards the bathroom.

~~~

“You can see me?!”

I stare at Hoseok, incredulous. 

“Uh, yeah?” I answer hesitantly, not sure if he’s playing some kind of game. The look on his face seems genuine enough and he doesn’t let up, standing there, finger pointing at me, mouth agape. Is he still dreaming? I get out of bed and notice dirt in the shape of paw prints all over the sheet. “Oh, no.” I grab the cat and move him off the bed, chucking him lightly to the floor. 

As I walk around the bed, Hoseok is following me with his eyes, feet still frozen to the spot. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Hoseok,” I say as I draw the curtains back to let the sunlight in. That’s when I notice the window being slightly ajar. Did I forget to close it properly?

I push it open further, checking to see if there should be anything worth noting. Paw prints in the dirt of the window flower planter tell me all I need to know. I turn around to find the cat and nearly yelp to see him by my feet, looking up at me. “Did you go outside to the planter?” He blinks, unresponsive. “Because your feet are all dirty and you have a litter box right over there, mister.”

I point to a corner in the room but he just walks off, his tails swishing in the air. Only one night as he’s already being an insolent child. The nerve of him. Now you have to change the sheets.

Hoseok moves towards the vanity desk, peering at his face in the mirror. He tugs at his cheeks and then pinches himself on the arm to which he lets out an audible, “Ow.”

“What are you doing?” He turns around, this time with a confused smile on his face. I’m further weirded out, frowning at him. “You look like you’ve lost your marbles, Hobi.”

His eyes widened at me. “You called me Hobi.”

It’s my turn to be confused, looking at him like he’s grown a second head out of his armpit. 

“You called me Hobi,” he repeats in that same breathless, in-awe tone. 

I think about it, wondering why I did that but coming up blank, only that it sounded…right, like it was used before. “Didn’t you…If you don’t like it-”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. Just…” he trails off as his face relaxes and a soft, more normal smile breaks over his lips. “I like it.”

My phone vibrates against the side table and I check the messages. The first class has been cancelled. What a good start to the day, I think, grinning to myself. 

Outside in the hallway, I can hear doors opening and feet pounding, running around from door to door. There are muffled voices and I start towards the door. I open it and come face to face with Jimin, his fist raised, ready to knock. 

“Good morning?” I say, an eyebrow raised.

His mouth falls open.

~~~

There are over a hundred times that Jimin has played this situation in his mind where he would knock on your door in the morning and you would answer it all smiles and the two of you would go get breakfast together, arm in arm. So many times that he had role-played the situation by himself from good morning greetings to going down to have breakfast together. 

Yet now he stares at you, brain forgetting how to speak. It’s a mixture of shock and unbelieve, his mind swinging from ‘wait, you can see me?’ to ‘you can finally see me’, switching from relief to scared to happy to confused all at once. Jimin is reeling and the longer he stands there, frozen in place, the more obvious the struggle is. And for some weird reason, his eyes start tearing up and it’s only making things worse.

“Jimin? Are you okay?” you ask, pushing the door open wider and standing just inches from his face, looking up at him the same way a person would look at a broken clock, staring fixedly to make sure the hands really aren’t moving before being sure. You’ve deduced that yes, Jimin is, in fact, not okay. 

Jimin feels the back of your hand on his forehead, small and cool. “You don’t seem to have a fever. You don’t have any classes today?”

Then Jin’s door opens and all the others, each one of them stepping out and looking at each other like they’ve just stepped out from another dimension. They turn towards you and Jimin, a little taken aback to see you holding a hand up to Jimin’s head. The first thing Jin does is huff a breath through his nose, the kind that makes the hmph sound. So he was right; they aren’t invisible.  

But what the actual fuck is going on?

“Are you all sick?”

It takes him a beat of a second of looking around before Jin answers, “Yes.” To prove a point, he lets out a weak cough only to be met with you crossing your arms over your chest and raising one condescending eyebrow. Then Jin sees Hoseok’s head peeking from behind you and he opens his mouth to say something but Jimin cuts him off.

“Ah, hyung,” Jimin whines with a pout at the sight of the other man behind you. “That’s kind of unfair, isn’t it?”

“Not what you think,” you say, rolling your eyes and pushing past Jimin. You act nonchalant and annoyed but everyone can see the red flaming in your cheeks and how you don’t make eye contact with anyone. Jin gives Hoseok an incredulous look, falling into pace with him as they all pile down the stairs. 

“You move fast,” whispers Jin with a smirk.

“Not what you think,” Hoseok parrots but he struggles to stifle the smile on his face. “Honestly.”

~~~

I can hear the guys talking in low voices behind me but I pretend to be unfazed, keeping my face straight as Jimin walks next to me down to the dining hall. 

I can feel him stealing quick little looks from the corner of his eyes, probably trying to catch anything I’ll let slip. For some reason, I’m feeling nervous and a little shy. It wasn’t a lie when I told them nothing happened because, technically, nothing did. Just a kiss. It had just been a kiss. But to be caught with one of them coming out of my room is…well, kind of embarrassing. 

I catch Jimin looking and I wipe the dorky smile off my face, gripping the bannister as I feel my knees grow a little wobbly at the memory of the lip-lock with Hoseok last night. There’s this burning sensation in the back of my head, the kind you get when you know the people around you are just simmering to ask the one question you’re trying to avoid answering. Talk about timing, Mrs Oliviera rounds the corner of the hallway from the dining room and halts, her jaw dropping.

“What in the…” she mutters, trailing off. 

“Good morning, Ollie!” Jimin chirps cheerfully, twirling circles around the housekeeper before passing by her. 

“Morning,” chimes in Taehyung from behind me. He’s grinning from ear to ear, hurrying to catch up with Jimin. I pause, standing slightly to the side, watching the others pass with a quick greeting to Mrs Oliviera  or just a nod of acknowledgement as they pile into the dining hall. I face the older lady, wondering to myself what in the world has gotten into them. The housekeeper, however, looks like she’s been slapped in the face. 

“Are you okay?” I ask her, touching her arm lightly. She jumps at the touch and slowly turns to look at me. Her eyes are wide like saucers, her mouth hanging open, and it looks like she’s not breathing. “Mrs Oliviera?”

She snaps back, blinking rapidly and gulping air. She starts to rub her chest furiously, muttering something I can’t quite make out under her breath. It didn’t sound like English. Spanish? Are they prayers?

“What are they doing here?” she says once she finally calmed down enough. Her voice sounds strained and slightly pitched. “Why are they not-” she pauses, shakes her head then tries again. “Why are they not…not at work?”

I shrug and laugh. “No idea. Playing hooky, probably.”

Somewhere inside the dining hall, I hear Jungkook shout out, “Do you want butter or jam on your toast, y/n?”

I turn back to the housekeeper. “You sure you’re okay? You can take the day off if you want. We’ll manage.”

She shakes her head weakly. “No…no. I have to… I have to sort the laundry." Then she looks at me, her expression a little weird, incomprehensible. She grabs my wrist.

"What is it?" I ask, alarmed.

She looks like she's about to say something, her fingers squeezing and letting go, squeezing and letting go, pupils dilated with fear and concern. It's starting to creep me out. "What's wrong?"

She finally lets go, almost too quickly. "Nothing. Sorry. I'll go take care of the laundry now.”

I watch her go. She’s unsteady on her feet, wobbling a little as she climbs up the stairs, her pace slower than usual. Jungkook calls for me again, threatening to put on both if I don’t answer. 

I roll my eyes through my smile. “I like both, yes!”

~~~

Hoseok feels like crying.

For the first time in a long, long time, Hoseok scarfs down his breakfast almost without pause, the flavours of the French omelette bursting on his tongue. He has no fucking clue what is happening or why it’s happening but he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth because damn, he misses breakfast food.

When was the last time they had had breakfast? Too fucking long ago that Namjoon swears that the butter is saltier now that he remembers it, swallowing a piece of toast tightly. He’s holding one already bitten toast with butter spread on it and another with strawberry jam in the other hand. He takes a bite of that one, too, sighing loudly.

Breakfast is usually a one-person event but when Jean came out from the kitchen to check on you (he usually does this, secretly peeping to see if you like the food he makes or not), he had stumbled into a heap on the floor, shocked to see the seven of them. But it didn’t take him long to recover, running back into the kitchen to prepare their food, the mental note that he keeps of their usual breakfast preferences easily coming back to him; an English breakfast for Jungkook, toasts for Namjoon and Jin, omelettes for Hoseok and Taehyung, scrambled eggs with sausages for Jimin and a simple cereal for Yoongi. While they dug in, he whipped up stacks of pancakes, strips of crispy bacon, a plate of waffles and took out all the cereals they had stocked up in the pantry. 

To say that Jean is happy would be an understatement. The man lives to cook and he loves nothing more than being able to cater to a big group. You don’t eat a lot and that usually limits his creativity, as he told Mr Chang. But now, he can go wild, as Mr Chang said to him. He’s already planning the lunch and dinner menu for today, the cordless phone in his hand because he thinks he needs more groceries delivered. There’ll be a feast for dinner, he promises! 

You walk into the dining room at the same time Jean places down the plates of pancakes and waffles and bacon strips, wide-eyed and staring at the big buffet that had never been offered before. You ate whatever that was served and if you had known you could have asked for the things you’d like, you would have put in the order. You pout, feeling a little slighted.

Taehyung, upon seeing you, pulls out your chair by leaning over his own seat. “If you don’t hurry, Jungkook will finish everything.”

Jungkook looks up at you innocently, his cheeks puffed up with food, chewing with his eyebrows knitting together. He relaxes his face and points with his fork. “Fhry za pancakes. Jean makes jem fhuffeh,” he says through a full mouth. He swallows excitedly. “The omelettes are good, too! And the bacon strips are so crispy!”

Jin pats his shoulder. “Okay, okay. The food isn’t going anywhere. Slow down, kid.”

Jungkook, after swallowing again, disagreed. “They are. Into my tummy.” He grins at Jin who turns around unamused, raising an eyebrow at you in a get-a-load-of-him look.

~~~

I sit back in my chair, the buttered toast on my plate, untouched, with a bit of jam haphazardly added on top, like Jungkook had been too distracted or too rushed to even care about it anymore. I can see why, I think as I watch him, unable to hide my smile. He’s like a child at Christmas dinner. 

I’m not hungry, not anymore after watching the seven of them attack the food like they’ve been starved a week. They usually talk, exchanging little mundane topics they can bounce around with each other, but not this morning. Jimin spears a sausage and takes a huge chunk of bite, his cheek bulging in a suspicious shape with the fork still at his lips. He catches my eyes and I can't dismiss the bad thoughts in my head, looking away with a chuckle. 

“Is this what they mean when they say wolfing down food?” I ask absentmindedly to the room, not expecting any answer. All I receive are just blank, confused stares. Even Yoongi has pulled out another plate and filled it with pancakes, eyeing the maple syrup as he still hasn’t finished his bowl of cornflakes.

I’m getting this warm fuzzy feeling from the pit of my stomach, the kind you get when you’ve done something good or when you’re watching something lovely like a puppy playing with a kitten, and I can’t really explain why. Watching each of their faces, the little creases along their foreheads, their furious chewing as they keep stuffing their faces, the silence, especially the silence, makes me feel somewhat content, like there was nowhere else I’d rather be or nothing else I’d rather look at. 

Then Jimin leans over to wipe at Taehyung’s mouth with a napkin and I’m hit again with the realisation that none of these men are for me. I look away, fiddling with my own napkin. I shouldn’t be upset or disappointed or like I’ve been rejected but I do and it’s pathetic. No, I shouldn’t feel this way. These people are my guests, friends at most. I shouldn’t take advantage of my position over them. 

I shake my head to clear away the unwanted thoughts and decide to go for a pancake. Jungkook perks up, pushing over the maple syrup to me and some chocolate chips. He doesn’t say anything, can’t because his mouth is still full, but smiles by scrunching up his nose. 

Cute. Just like that, my appetite is back. 

~~~

Jin paces the living room, mostly to think, subconsciously trying to work off all the food he ate at breakfast. He ate too much but nothing he regrets. 

“I don’t get it,” Namjoon speaks up. He has his hand right in front of his face, looking at it the same way one might study a rare finding. “What is going on? Why are we…visible?”

Jin slowly shakes his head. Upstairs, you’re in one of your online classes. He had seen the pout on your face as you trudged back upstairs while they remained here, fighting the urge to call you back so they could all hang out. But he understood the importance of your classes, so he didn’t. 

Visibility only comes when some parts of the former you are awakened, but strong enough to invoke long forgotten emotions. It comes when you’ve realised your true feelings. Now, here’s the tricky part; feelings, deep ones, don’t usually come easily and all at once for seven different people, they emerge slowly one by one. In the past, it was common for them to appear one by one, depending on who you fell in love with first, but never all seven at the same time. You can’t love seven people all at once. Wait, can you?

Jin stops his pacing. “Did anything happen last night?” He turns to look at each one of them and they all shake their heads. All except one; Hoseok. Then he remembers seeing the man coming out from your room this morning and he zones in on Hoseok who is trying to not make eye contact. “Yah, did something happen last night?”

Hoseok is trying not to smile, shaking his head. “No. Nothing. Really.”

Taehyung nudges him with a shoulder. “Come on, hyung. Spill.”

Even Namjoon is waiting expectantly, a cheeky smile on his lips that matches Jimin’s. Yoongi just watches calmly from the sofa, waiting, the small smile only subtly visible to anyone who knows him. 

Hoseok laughs nervously. “Seriously, nothing happened. Just…”

The others lean in and he can’t help the laughter bubbling out of his lips, holding his stomach as he falls sideways to laugh. He just couldn’t hold himself back, the happiness growing like a balloon filling up with hot air inside him, carrying him higher and higher. “It was just a kiss,” he mumbles as quietly as he can, almost shyly. 

But the others heard him just fine. A collective, “What?!” resounded throughout the hallway, so loud that even in the kitchen, Jean paused to look up from his peering into the oven, the cake rising beautifully as he expected. Then he chuckles to himself, enjoying the knowledge that this old manor doesn’t feel so desolate anymore. It’s coming alive.

The questions come in waves, the guys scrambling to get as much information as they can drag out from Hoseok, excitement swirling in between the six. Taehyung has Hoseok in a loose chokehold while Jungkook is grabbing both of Hoseok’s shoulders. The reactions are overexaggerated of course and in good humour, but none of them can deny the twang of jealousy in their chests, like a pin digging just beneath their skins, nothing painful yet uncomfortable enough to acknowledge that it’s there. 

As they listen to Hoseok recounting the event from last night to them in absolute, hyper detail, upstairs, you are suffering through a class you have no interest in with only the cat as your companion, a cat that you’ve finally decided a name for. 

~~~

“Karma.”

The cat returns my gaze with a cool, lazy blink, sitting on all four paws, the twin-tails swishing behind him in tandem; left, right, left, right. It’s sort of mesmerising to watch, but not as much as his dual-toned eyes. Sometimes, I find myself in a sort of trance the longer I stare into his blue-yellow eyes. I could swear that sometimes those eyes somewhat shimmer but it could be the spots dancing in my corneas. Hard to really tell because the moment I blink the shimmering stops. 

“Well, that’s decided,” I muse, running my hand through his fur. “Karma it is.”

He purrs then places his head on top of his front paws, closing his eyes, looking like someone who’s relaxing after getting a job done. 

I turn back to the screen, sighing, wanting nothing than to be a part of the downstairs people. Even Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook aren’t attending any classes today from what I heard. 

My mind wanders back to last night, mostly about the kiss. Remnants of the dream last night resurface occasionally, but I can’t really piece them together, never mind remember what it was about. All I can recall is sitting in someone’s lap, someone I know and have known for a very long time. I had woken up screaming, terrified of something but can’t remember if anything scary had happened in the dream. However, I do remember feeling a kind of sadness that sits heavy on my chest, the kind of sadness that hurts so much I didn’t want to go through again. 

The more I wrack my brain, the more of it fades away, slipping through my fingers like water. I’m starting to get a dull headache and the lecture online seems never ending. Karma purrs louder, nuzzling the side of my leg and going back to sleep pressing up against my side. The headache subsides a little but it’s not something of note, not until a couple of minutes later when I realise it’s completely gone. 

Right when the last class finishes around two o’clock, there’s a knock on the door. I answered it to find Taehyung standing there. “Want to go to the beach?”

~~~

Jin finds himself greatly relaxing when he sees you enter the living room area, like his whole being is relieved that you’re there, that he can see you, feel your presence in the same room. He catches himself feeling his chest open up and suddenly breathing feels easier, lighter. 

“You’re finished with class?” Namjoon asks, sitting up in the corner armchair. You look at him, pauses, blinks a few times as if you don’t understand his question before nodding.

“Uh, yeah,” you say, hesitantly. But then you plop down onto the three-seater sofa next to Yoongi. “I can’t believe you guys played truant today. You don’t even look sick.”

You pout, hugging a cushion to your chest. Yoongi barely turns your way, looking at Jin instead. He can’t wait to tease the older man for that fond smile on Jin’s face as he watches you, completely oblivious that he’s being watched in turn. Jin’s form of affection has always been humour, making everyone laugh and comfortable when the situation calls for it. But with you, Yoongi has always noticed how Jin sort of softens up, using a much more gentle voice when he’s talking with you and his body language just screams in love in the most subtle yet loudest way. 

Now, Yoongi watches as Jin says to you, “We’re not sick but sometimes it’s good to give your body and brain a break.”

You give him an incredulous look. “By skipping work?” You turn to Jimin. “And class?”

Jimin reaches over to pat your knee. “Aegi-ah. Don’t be jealous. Let’s go to the beach.”

You laugh, playfully swiping his hand off. “The beach in May? Isn’t it too cold?”

Jin stands up, resting his fists on his hips. “You, young lady, ask too many questions. Life must be lived. We’re going to the beach in May!”

“We probably need two cars,” Yoongi points out. “The Impala can only take five at most.”

“Jimin can go in the trunk,” Jin announces, laughing. “If we fold him right, we can-”

“I don’t want to hear anymore of your nonsense, hyung,” Taehyung says, getting up with his hands over his ears. Jin still tries to talk, putting his arm around Taehyung’s neck as they walk out of the room, bantering. 

Hoseok makes sure you follow behind Yoongi before herding the rest of the others from the room and out towards the garage. He had talked to Chang earlier today about using the other cars and the groundskeeper had been delighted to hand over the keys he had been holding onto for safekeeping. “Finally, those babies can get some fresh air,” he had said.

Hoseok puts his hand into his pocket, fingers wrapping around the keys. 

~~~

I stare at the DB5 parked in the garage next to the red Impala, my jaw unhinge, hanging open loosely.

Another vintage car, an Aston Martin to boot; anyone can recognise the silver pair of wings on the front of the car. It reminds me of a James Bond movie, only this one is dark-coloured. A thin layer of dust covers the roof of the car but other than that, it looks well-maintained. Just like the Impala. 

Hoseok pulls something out of his pocket and hands it over to Jin who goes over to the driver’s side. He opens the door, his face lighting up, eyes pooling with emotions I can’t quite understand. A question pops in my head but before I can ask it, Hoseok says, “I told Chang about our plans of going to the beach. He told us we could take the cars.”

“These aren’t cars,” I mutter under my breath, still in amazement. “These are beautiful beasts. What the hell…”

Was this one hers, my grandaunt’s? The Impala had been a friend of Mr Chang’s father as explained to me but this one, who does this belong to? When I was looking up Soon-hee, nothing about her tells me she was a car person. Hell, nothing told me that she even had a car, much less one so popular as a 1965 Aston Martin. If she did, then the deed must be somewhere in the house. Dread fills me as I think about the possibility of it being in one of the cluttered rooms on the third floor. 

The engine turns and roars to life, startling me from my thoughts. Jin is in the driver’s seat, hands on the wheel, looking a little misty-eyed. The others are circling around the car, talking in hushed tones with each other, putting their heads together as they talk. 

Upon closer look at Jin inside the car, it reminds me of something from last night when I ran into Yoongi at the mall parking lot. 

Last night at the mall…

“Hi.”

Yoongi hefted the litter bag that he caught from me, carrying it like a child. He looked a little embarrassed like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Or for being somewhere he shouldn’t. I looked around the parking lot, trying to locate if the others were with him. “What are you doing here? Are the others here, too?”

“Uh, no. Just me,” he simply said. “You look like you need help.”

He loaded the car with my purchased items in silence, organising them in the backseat. I was making sure that the cat was okay in his carrier, squatting down by the passenger side when Yoongi came behind me. “You bought a lot,” he stated matter-of-factly.

I turned around and stood up. “Yeah,” I said with a grin. “Had to buy everything since the house isn’t exactly prepped for a pet. I just bought the basics, actually.”

He glanced over my shoulder into the car, looking at one of the bags. “One whole bag just for toys? I think you got more than just the basics.” He was smiling so I knew he was teasing. I rolled my eyes at him.

“You didn’t answer my question, though,” I said and immediately I could see the guilt on his face. He shifted from foot to foot, scratching the back of his neck. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Then he shrugged. “I, uh, wanted to get dinner.”

“Here?”

He nodded.

“But there’ll be dinner at home,” I reminded him. “And the others won’t mind you bailing on dinner time?”

He paused, actually thinking about it. His eyebrows screwed together as he looked down to the ground. When he finally looked up again, his face had the usual impassive look. “They’ll be fine. I don't think they'll mind us having dinner outside.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Wait, you haven’t had dinner? Did you just arrive?”

He nodded again. “You could say that.”

It was an odd answer that made me chuckle. I winded down the window of the passenger side door and closed it. “So,” I said, eyeing Yoongi’s face. “Are you asking me out to dinner or what?”

He grinned sheepishly, nodding. He turned towards the mall behind him. “They have a seafood place. Have you tried?” I shook my head. He gestured with a thumb. “Want to?”

It was a chain seafood restaurant, offering a variety of food revolving around seafood. We both decided on pasta and it was a pleasant dinner. We didn’t talk much - he’s not much of a talker, more of a listener - so it was more of me rambling about this or that and him patiently nodding along or asking appropriate follow up questions. When I was worried that I might be talking his ear off, I got silent, but Yoongi managed to get me talking again by asking on a different topic. Whenever I slowed down, he would urge me on with either more questions or just a simple opinion. It almost felt like he wanted me to keep talking. 

But he was a damn good listener. I can’t remember the last time I talked to a guy who actually was interested without forcing his own thoughts into the subject. Yoongi knows a lot of things, I realised but not once did he try to mansplain to me or talk me down. Sometimes when I was busy talking and looking down at my plate, I would glance up to find him already looking at me. It would take him a second before he looked away, a blink, before he would casually reach out for his drink or refocus on his food. 

I kind of understand why he wanted to have dinner outside of the house. When you’re sitting at a table with six or seven others, the table can be loud or murmuring with multiple different stories exchanged at once. He had always been the quiet one and I had always chalk that up to him not being all that interested to talk but just to eat. I was wrong. Instead of contributing to a topic at the dinner table, he was the one listening to each and every one of the others. He’ll respond when he’s addressed directly but otherwise, he’ll remain discreet. 

We headed back to the car and after making sure the cat was okay, I asked him, “Did you take the bus here?”

He looked a little confused at the question. “Huh?”

“When you got here,” I reiterated, “was it by bus? Taxi? I’d say train but there’s no station nearby.”

“Oh,” he said. “Uh, bus. Yeah.”

“Okay, get in,” I instructed, waving towards the passenger seat. I rounded the front of the car and got in behind the wheel. Yoongi was looking around the interior of the car, one hand running along the top of the dashboard. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

He nodded quietly and I watched his face closely, wanting to understand what he was feeling because he looked kind of…sad? No, not sad. But definitely emotional. From the dashboard, he ran his fingers over the edge of the leather seat before looking up, eyes wet. He blinked and looked away, inspecting the door. When he turned back around, I was convinced the wet eyes had been my imagination.

“Do you want to drive us home?” I blurted out suddenly.

The way his eyes shone made me unable to take back my words. “You sure?”

I shrugged. “If you have a licence, yeah. Go for it.”

I unbuckled myself and we switched places. Yoongi had gotten in, put on the seatbelt and placed both hands on the wheel, looking around again. Most people who see a car they like would act more excited, energy bursting as they bounce in their seats. But this was different. It wasn’t excitement. It was melancholy. 

Curiosity was bubbling inside me but for some weird reason, I didn’t want to ask. It felt like I already knew something, something my brain wasn’t completely comprehending, but my heart did. 

Now…

Looking at Jin now, that was exactly how Yoongi looked the night he drove us home in the Impala. And if I’m honest, I’m having the same exact feeling in my chest, of knowing something but not sure what it is. It’s all very frustratingly confusing, like having a word at the tip of your tongue but for the love of god, can’t spit it out.

“You okay?” 

Namjoon peers down at me with concern in his eyes. When I look up at him, he smiles softly. “Where did you go off to?”

“So who’s going into which car?” Jimin asks loudly over the sound of the car engine. 

I look around and can’t find Yoongi. It’s a few seconds later when I see the red car pull out of the garage slowly and carefully. A part of me is a little irritated that he did that without asking but another part of me is suddenly hit with a strong emotion that I can’t put a word on as my eyes catch him in the driver’s seat, one elbow leaning against the fully-opened window. He has a pair of shades on, something I’ve never seen him worn before. Then I realised what I’m feeling; it’s deja-vu.

~~~

Well, ain’t that deja-vu, Namjoon thinks as he watches Yoongi in the Impala, driving out of the garage. He looks exactly like he did the day he brought the damn car home.

Namjoon wanted to make fun of the tacky shades Yoongi had on but one look at your face stops the words from ever leaving his lips. You’re staring at Yoongi so intensely it scares him. You look like you’re in shock. Hell, you look like you’d seen a ghost or your worst nightmare. For a moment, your eyes look far away, looking at Yoongi but seeing something else completely. It takes awhile for Namjoon to finally understand the look in your eyes; it’s recognition.

It’s not just a simple recognition but more of a recall. There’s a glimmer of a memory replaying in your mind, something Namjoon can very well see in your eyes but wonders if you remember when it’s from. Not where. When. The emotion is clear on your face but whether it clicks in your brain or not, he’s not too sure. And just as Namjoon’s hope is about to balloon out bigger, you blink and the moment is erased. Your eyes look normal as they are, the emotions cut off. You look a little confused but you shrug, turning back to him as if surprised to see him there.

“Sorry, did you say something?”

Namjoon smiles at you but shakes his head. He looks back towards Yoongi, fiddling with the analogue radio, trying to find a frequency that works. Jimin walks over to where you are, a serious look on his face. “I have an important question to ask,” he says with a frown.

“What is it?”

“Would you prefer the  silver carriage or the red one, my lady?” he asks jokingly, maintaining a very deep voice.

Namjoon watches you turn your head, slowly, towards the Impala and then once more towards the Aston Martin. The choice is hard to make, apparently, so Namjoon decides to help. “Well, according to my size, I’ll go with the Impala. I’m guessing you’re going with Jin hyung?”

Jimin nods excitedly. “Yes. Might try to make him let me drive.”

Again, confusion clouds your face and Namjoon shoots Jimin a warning look. Jimin, flustered, adds, “‘cuz you know, he’s behind the wheel now. He won’t give it up from the looks of it.”

You peer around Jimin to look and then nod. “He looks like he belongs.”

Namjoon wonders if that was simply an observation or, like with Yoongi just now, a recognition. The DB5 belongs to Jin, yes, bought a couple of years after the Impala. The sixties back then had been booming with the production of muscle cars and fast cars that they couldn’t help but be a part of, even if the cars ended up barely used when Soon-hee had the Squire that could take all of them at once. But these two were good for date nights, for sure.

Namjoon looks towards the other side of the garage, the one on the far left that hasn’t been opened. Does Chang maintain the station wagon just as much as he did with these two? And what about the superbike? He hopes so as he walks over to the third garage door. But then Hoseok calls out for him.

“Joon-ah. We’re leaving now!”

He stops with his hand midair towards the garage handle. Hoseok is looking at him, silently telling him that no, today we’ll take the two cars. Namjoon wonders why but he doesn’t argue, walking back and heading for the Impala. You’re already in the passenger seat, having already made up your mind. 

He walks over to the back door on your side. They don’t make a lot of the four-door Impala, knowing full-well why Yoongi had chosen this model over the two-door. When he passes by your opened window, you flash him a pretty smile. “I’ll go in the other car on the way back,” you say as if explaining something. Namjoon just chuckles.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbles a reply that he knows you can’t hear. Hoseok gets in next to him, talking about how he can’t wait to see how much the youngest three will drive Jin insane on the way to the beach. They will not stop harping about having a turn behind the wheel. 

“They’re like little kids,” you giggle, looking over Yoongi to see into the car that’s starting to move out of the garage, too, stopping side by side with the Impala. 

“All set?” Jin calls out. 

Everybody nods, excitement buzzing in between the eight of you. Namjoon is only slightly leaning forward in his seat, enough to be able to see your face in the reflection of the side mirror. You look happy. 

“To the beach!” Taehyung announces from the passenger side next to Jin, pumping his fist out the window. He sends a cheeky wink to you.

The cars glide forward with the Impala taking lead, heading down the path towards the front gate. From there, the cars will veer left and it will be a long, straight road towards the coastal side with nothing but lush trees on either of them. The road will be empty - it’s a weekday after all - and the sealine will be visible in less than an hour. 

Namjoon watches you look out the window, the song on the radio merely a background noise. Yoongi is complaining about not being able to find his favourite radio station and you are telling him that you’ve never heard of that station before. 

“WCFL?” You scrunch up your nose as you think. “Isn’t that, like, a Christian radio or something?”

Yoongi frowns. “No, it played songs from bands like The Beatles and The Beach Boys and stuff. Just a normal radio”. 

“What’s the frequency?” You look at the radio, trying to figure out the analogue needle. 

“1000.”

You point to the radio. “This is 1000.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “No, this is FM. I’ve looked on the AM dial but nothing so I just settled for this one.”

“You must be mistaken,” you say, turning around to gaze back outside. “No one uses AM anymore. Not the mainstream radios, at least.”

Yoongi catches Hoseok’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, maybe I got confused.” After a few minutes, he grumbles, “I wish they played better music.”

In the car behind them, Taehyung is trying to match the waves that you are drawing out the window with your hand gliding through the wind. He glances behind him at Jungkook through the side mirror and flashes the man a toothy smile.

Jungkook laughs before turning around to check the secret item they had snuck into the car earlier today, a surprise planned during your class. He puts one hand over it, making sure that at every turn that it wouldn’t budge, not that he needed to worry. It’s a straight road ahead and the boys have only one motive. Operation Make Her Fall In Love: commence!

He does think he needs to shorten that mission title though. 

a/n: I honestly dont know if tumblr is okay now. I'm mostly demotivated from updating because of it but I do hope you guys can and will enjoy this chapter. Lmk what you think about this chapter in the comments or ask! :)

Next>>

Go to Series Masterlist!

Check out my other works → :MASTERLIST:

Taglist (open):

@effielumiere @queen-in-the-shadows @singukieee @ot7nem @thelewddreamer @jaxavance @serendididy @peacedreamer14 @uarmyhore @fangirl125reader

[spuukinightmares]

As a fellow werewolf lover THE WEREWOLF MONDO AU HELP???!!! I would love to know more about it honestly 😼 (pulls out a small notepad and pen) WereMondo lore drop plz

Mondo Owada Werewolf AU Lore

Okay so. First of all. This is my very first Tumblr ask and it made me so so happy I genuinely almost started crying HJDNJSNCS I’m !! So glad that you’ve taken interest in my werewolf mondo AU that means so much 2 me uwaaa 💕💕/p

That being said, I actually don’t have much lore? Whenever I think abt this AU I always have a bunch of ideas spinning around in my head, and just about all of them are contradictory. There’s just so many possibilities to explore with the idea of Mondo being a werewolf, yk?? I don’t really have anything super planned out or set in stone, but I can go over the main ideas that I like the most in terms of how being a werewolf in general would work and how things could affect Mondo + his peers in particular !!

Also some of this stuff might contradict what I said in my headcanons post bc like I said I’m still sort of in the brainstorming phase of this AU where not a lot is set in stone/subject to further changes. Just be aware !!

Werewolf transformations are painful as hell, and de-transformations aren’t much better. The entire body is basically getting squished, stretched and reformed, and there’s a bone cracking and muscle popping too throughout the whole process. Not only is it agonizing, but it’s really uncomfortable! It wouldn’t be unusual for someone to be grunting/groaning in pain, but Mondo is the type of person who would try to tough it out silently I feel. He wants to be able to hold onto some of his dignity, so he’d deliberately try not to make a lot of noise, especially if he knows someone is watching. He can’t help but let a few cusses slip though, and when he’s sure he’s in an isolated place where no one will hear him, he’ll be doing a lot more cursing and doing it a lot more loudly.

I like to think of werewolfism(?) as a curse that acts as retribution. It manifests in those who already have a hidden side to themselves that they force down, typically affecting people who present as being very strict and rigid, not offering themselves a lot of freedom or leisure. It’s like a punishment for never allowing themselves to release their pent up frustrations, and now they’re cursed to do exactly that every time the moon casts its light unto them. There are exceptions to this, of course. I like to think that a werewolf’s behaviour is dependant on what part their human self refuses to let out, and most wolves tend to act violent and feral for this reason.

In Mondo’s case, he can already be considered pretty aggressive. The side that he doesn’t like to let out is his softer, weaker side. Therefore, his wolf would probably act more like a puppy, if I’m being honest. Way more affectionate, albeit still incredibly scary looking. Imagine a large beast closing in, sniffing their way up to you and you expect them to just start tearing you apart for food… and then it starts headbutting you like a cat. Don’t be totally fooled though, even though he’s a lot more submissive in this form, doesn’t mean he’d let you get away with hurting those he cares about.

Despite being pretty pleasant as a wolf, Mondo is still highly concerned about being transformed. Why? Because he has little to no idea what he’s like in that state. Most werewolves can only remember bits and pieces from when they were transformed, everything else is just a blur. He only knows that he’s a werewolf, and based on what little knowledge he has on that subject, he just assumes that he’s out there wreaking an insane amount of havoc on anyone he sees. It doesn’t help that every time he wakes up after a de-transformation, he has this inexplicable feeling of guilt that hangs over him.

I do think it’d still be really interesting to give him some monstrous moments that align more with his assumptions though. Perhaps these moments could be the ones that Mondo recalls the most clearly, being that it’d technically be when he’s in the “most control” because it stems from his aggression outside of his werewolf form. It’d likely add to his fear that he does worse to people while he’s transformed, being some of the only things he can remember.

I know I mentioned the idea of some of the Crazy Diamonds + Daiya being werewolves, but honestly? I think I kinda like the idea of Mondo being confused and alone a lot more. First of all it has angst potential and I slurp that shit up like a thirsty butterfly on a sunflower, second of all I think it would be more interesting for Mondo’s development if this was something like an over-arching story. Characters could slowly realize the secret he’s been hiding, and Mondo can gain people to confide in overtime. Also Daiya is still dead, so he can’t turn to him either, unless you count venting to his grave.

Furthermore, I think Mondo’s werewolfism would be rather recent. His curse would be attained likely by the time he took his first step into Hope’s Peak. In his final free time event in the game, he compared to accepting the invitation to the academy as running away from his fear of losing the gang/moving on to the future, and I think this would be the final nail in the coffin that awakens the werewolf curse within him, forcing him to face the fear he tried to turn away from. Imagine his confusion during the first full moon at Hope’s Peak where he starts transforming into a beast out of nowhere.

Nobody but himself knows that he’s a werewolf, however I do think it would be interesting if the students and staff (the staff would probably try to keep it on the down low to not alarm their students or harm their reputation but let’s be honest at least a few of them gotta know) of the academy knew that there’s at least a wolf among them. They’d likely find this out based on evidence that’s left behind (claw marks, camera footage, attacked victims, etc.), which when found in the morning it leaves Mondo wondering, “did I do that?”

What was supposed to be an opportunity for students to guarantee their perfect future quickly turns into a real life game of werewolf where everyone is panicked trying to figure out who it is before someone can get seriously hurt.

Here’s one of the funny parts though: there’s actually more than one werewolf! Most of the stuff that’s left behind in the morning from the werewolf rampage doesn’t actually come from Mondo. Not many people realize there’s more than one, but it’d probably dawn on them as the AU’s story progresses. Can you guess who else is a wolf? :] (the other wolf/wolves aren’t set in stone either but you should guess anyway)

Although they’re rare, most people in this AU know about werewolves (just not 100% how they work), and the government would certainly take measures to fight against the threat of the cursed — either by hunting them down to kill them, locking them up, attempting to tame them, or desperately researching a cure which may or may not involve needing to experiment on werewolves. Basically, none of the outcomes will be pleasant for Mondo if he gets found out.

Unfortunately, plenty of people suspect him right off the bat due to his stereotypical behaviour, but since that evidence is flimsy at best, he isn’t really pursued for it. Kyoko is the MVP for both Mondo and the other students, as not only is she the leading detective on the case and does most of the investigating/deducing, but she also defends Mondo against the unfounded accusations towards him. That’s not to say she herself doesn’t still suspect him, she just doesn’t want anyone to jump to conclusions before any real proof is found. That’d only cause more problems than solutions.

Allow me to talk about how some of the other characters would come into play for a bit! Kyoko & Celeste might be some of Mondo’s biggest obstacles when it comes to keeping this secret. Kyoko for obvious reasons, and Celeste because she can so easily tell when he or literally anyone else is lying. Kiyotaka would very likely be accusatory towards Mondo at first, but after they become friends, he’d be Mondo’s greatest ally, defending him vehemently no matter how concrete any evidence against him might be. Fukawa is the most accusatory out of everyone by far, and she and Yasuhiro are both incredibly paranoid about the whole thing.

I think the way they’d verify who is and isn’t a werewolf is by locking someone inside a fortified room somewhere within the academy for observation during the full moon. If they don’t transform during the night, they’ll know they’re safe, and if they do transform, the authorities can take action. I’m no expert on Kyoko’s character, but since she’d be the detective leading the investigation, I think she’d volunteer to be the first one to stay overnight in the sealed room so that she can verify her integrity. As for who goes next, it all depends. Maybe it could be left up to a vote between those who know that there’s a werewolf, or maybe Kyoko will decide on her own based on who she thinks is the most suspicious. Either way, if Mondo gets thrown into that room, it’s game over.

I think that’s about all I have so far?? Sorry if some of this doesn’t make sense, I wrote some of it at like 6am while running on 0 hours of sleep. Idk what else to write about ehehe. Also gotta love how I said I didn’t have much planned out at the beginning of this and now here I am like 10 paragraphs later. erm.

But anyways !! I hope this was satisfactory enough and thank you again for asking it made me rlly happy :] if anyone else has any questions or comments or whatever don’t be afraid to submit an ask !!!! I’d love to get more hehe :D