#kat is the big gray one

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Kat and Kit - socially-inept Martian jack-of-all-trades hireable hands

Kat: not a stern and cold no-nonsense type nor particularly mean, just enamored with responding monosyllabicly and enthusiastic about safety gear

Kit: not actually a femme fatale, truthfully a blood knight battle fiend who has learned that Martian!TSA won't check the lining of her bra if she flirts with them and is confident this technique will also work elsewhere

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click! 4 (e.w.)

SYNOPSIS: you need a roommate, and you love eggplant. [college au]

WORD COUNT: 6.7k 

WARNINGS: photographer/roommate!ellie, ocs an artist with a rep and black, angst… these hoes toxic, crazy sexual tension, kissing!!! :), fondling, dry humping, fingering!!, some dirty talk uh oh, slight unrequited love, bad communication… like awful, more slut shaming, mentions of awful parents, brief mention of alc and weed

This eucalyptus face mask is not doing what it’s supposed to! 

Ultimate calming effect! Relaxation is at your feet and on your face! 

… Yeah, right. Why is your blood pressure touching the ceiling, then? 

It’s fucking Sunday and it’s dark outside. It’s not even seven yet. You can hear rustling in the living room and you know Ellie’s prepping for today. Your anxiety is through the roof and in the clouds! 

Why the fuck did you accept this much responsibility again? What if you look like a fucking idiot and she fires you? Is this even a job if it’s a one-time thing? Your hands are sweating. Is it too late to jump out your window and plummet to your death?

Meow! Meow! 

“Good morning, baby girl! Are you hungry?” You hear Ellie coo through the wall and your heart sores. You'd be smiling so wide if this mask wasn’t solid concrete. 

You walk into the living room and are blinded by the bright ceiling lights. Your bill is going to skyrocket! 

“Hi.” 

Ellie, cat in arms, jumps at your voice, spinning to face you. Your skin is on fire as her eyes glaze over your appearance, cheeks tinting and fingers twitching under the thick fur. 

“Hey… you look… you look nice,” She mutters back, and you smile. 

“Thank you.” 

Meow!

Ellie’s brow arches at the baby. “Yeah? You think so, too?” 

Meow! Meow!

Ellie sets her down and lets her roam, shoving her hands into her sweats. She takes a step closer. “What’re we gonna name her?” 

“Toothle— “

Ellie rolls her eyes, “Oh my god, that’s so fucking basic.”

“Well, excuse me! I’ll shut the fuck up!” You snark playfully, “What were you thinking, Ms. I don’t fuck with animals?”

“I already told yo— “

“AHT, AHT!” You hold a finger up to hush her and she scoffs, “Toothless is one of the best animated characters of our time! Loyal, cute as fuck! Fuck everybody else in that movie! Show the drag—”

“Pickle.” 

“What.” 

“I’ve been calling her Pickle! Her name is pickle.” Ellie’s smiling at the pattering kitten, and, for some reason, you don’t fight her on it. She looks so happy; Pickle it is. 

She’s clicking her tongue at Pickle who rubs against her covered leg. With those gray sweats on, she’s luring two cats over—

“You ready?” Ellie exhales. Your eyes widen, yanked out of your drifting thoughts. You nod gently, jitters kicking in your fingertips. 

“Sorry you had to wake up this early. It takes a while for me to edit and all that, but— “

“Ellie, don’t worry! I’m — I’m excited! Just, uh… Just guide me, I guess. You’re the one with the vision.” You’re not sure if the shoot or Ellie is making you nervous. She smells so good, freshly showered and warmth radiating off of her. 

“… Guide you?” She smirks. 

Suddenly, the air is hot. “Yeah, like… tell me what to do… f-for the shot.” You awkwardly point at the set. 

“Giving me permission to use you?” She wisps and your lashes flutter, head bobbing dumbly in approval. The other cat has made her appearance! She’s meowing! Somebody stop her! 

“Alright, then… go sit.” Ellie’s head nods towards the black stool in the middle of the backdrop, and you’re moving like a trackstar, plopping down on the stool. Ellie clicks her tongue again and Pickle meows. 

“Gonna put her in my room for now. Don’t wanna scare her.” She scoops Pickle up and waddles into the short hallway, giving kit-kat one last kiss before softly shutting her door. 

Your catless roomie is in front of you in an instant, fiddling with that big ass umbrella before adjusting her tripod. 

“So, explain. What does all this do?” 

“Um…” she looks through her camera lense. Right at you, “Different things. Has to do with light control for the most part. Red is your color, by the way.” 

You gaze at your fit; You’re going to cry. “Thanks.” 

“Mhm.” 

Some silence passes before Ellie grumbles, “You’re slouching.” 

Your shoulders instantly straighten. Maybe too much, “No, I’m not.” 

A blank look from Ellie as she peeks from behind the lense, “Don’t slouch. You’re the star, remember?” She jabs jokingly. You take a deep breath. Another clumsy adjustment trying to find a pose. 

Ellie snorts as she watches you struggle, and you pout. “I'm sorry! I don’t know…” You move like a robot and she laughs. Why is she walking closer? Oh, fuck— 

“Here.” Her hands grab your shoulders, and you go lax, right in her grasp, allowing her to move you however she wants. Her touch is melting your skin through your sleeves. 

“Just… stay there.” Three wide steps, and she’s behind her camera, “Chin down a little.” She mutters. She’s encouraging with every instruction you follow, and you’re relaxing. Your movements are small, but by the series of bright flashes, they must be good enough to capture. You hope. Please, God. 

“Stay right there. That’s perfect.” 

“That’s it. Yeah, put your leg there.” 

“Twist your body a little.” 

I like that look, that’s good. Keep doing that. 

You don’t know what your eyes are doing, but Ellie's eating it up. She doesn’t know what her words are doing for your confidence. She’s in your ears, in your presence, encouraging everything you’re giving the flashing camera. Your poses get bolder, eyes going softer the more you inspect her. 

“Chin down again. Like… look through your lashes…” 

Ellie’s so focused on you and it’s making your mouth water. She’s so calm and controlling, but not overbearing. She lets you take the reins and yanks them when she’s got something. The twist of your wrist, the flutter of your lashes, the doting expression on your face. It’s sparking something in her, you can see it from where you sit. She's so attractive when she’s working. 

And then she smiles and your heart leaps. Flash. 

“You like this.” She notes. 

Another flash when you smile, “A little. This is fun.” 

“Oh, yeah? I’m getting booked for your grad pics?” 

Not if you fail statistics! “Gonna have to ask my dad! He’s picky!” 

She hums with a light chuckle. “You look good in these. He’ll like me.” 

More flashes, and there’s scratching at Ellie’s door. She sighs like it pains her to continue, “Hold on, baby! Almost done!” She coos at Pickle. 

She mutters, “I’m gonna take, like… ten more. The mood’s gonna change a little if that’s cool.” 

You stop yourself from slouching. “Sure, uh… what do I do now?” 

“Imagine love as a vice. Think about the turmoil that comes with losing that feeling for somebody.” 

Your mind instantly whirls to Dina and your heart cracks. What a turn of fucking events! 

“Um… is that like… isn’t that like, a lot?” 

Ellie’s unfazed, “Emotions are a lot. That’s the point.” 

You don’t like this anymore. Vulnerability. Blegh. “… Okay.” 

She’s waiting on you, but you’re frozen. You can’t stop thinking about every moment you and Dina spent together. Everything was so… good. It was filled with happiness. You anticipated every day that came because it meant you’d see her. 

“Alright?” 

You look up at Ellie’s call. You ignore her. 

“Am I emoting well?” You snicker sarcastically. You’re aching inside. 

She studies you, all over your face, but you’re stunted. You don’t know what to say.

“Yes.” She whispers, and you nod, mind wandering to the darkest parts of your memory. You miss being happy. The camera’s flashing, but you’re unperturbed. How much will you be able to ruin before you die? If your wallowing is jeopardizing the shot, Ellie doesn’t comment on it. You focus on the clock ticks coming from the kitchen. 

Ellie’s gentle voice pulls you from underwater after a while, “Okay… I think that’s it.” Your breath is ragged and your fingers won’t stop twitching. You’re up from your seat with a breathy okay, sliding into the kitchen and stealing a water bottle from the fridge. There’s cluttering behind you but you’re desperately downing your drink. 

She's closer than you think. Right behind you, actually! You almost choke when her hand softly closes around your bicep.

“Hey, um… You okay?”

You swallow harshly and nod, blinking away tears; She’s so close, “Love fucking sucks.” You joke wetly. 

A laugh that caresses your ears escapes her, “Damn. Fuck that shit, then.” 

“Finally, someone gets it! Fuck, like…” You set your water down and wipe away heavy droplets with your free arm. Ellie’s eyes travel over your face, lands of green sparkling in her pupils. 

“I really appreciate you doing this for me.” She whispers. 

“Of course!” Your smile is delicate, “I hope there’s something in there you can use.” 

Her head shakes, smile as gentle as rose petals, “I got it, trust me.” 

The silence that follows is heavy, your breaths in sync. “Was… Are you okay?” You’ve never seen her eyes this delicate. You nod, eyes dropping to her mouth on instinct. You’re suddenly back in your car, you and Ellie leaning over the center console to get to each other. Her breath is hitting your face again, and you’re itching for her to kiss you. 

She’s reading your body language the closer she gets, checking in, memorizing every green light you’re giving her. 

“Ellie…” You can’t even hear yourself. Her hand unravels from your arm, frosting your sizzling cheek like snowflakes. Her warmth is engulfing you, and with one last breath, her lips connect with yours. It's short lasting, though. Ellie pulls away, shock plastered on her face. 

She's stuttering and slowly backing away… or something like that. You’re not listening, nor do you want an apology. You grab the drawstring dangling from her gray hoodie and yank her closer, mouth pressing against hers. 

Ellie’s stiffness melts, weightless against you as your mouths mold together. She's sighing, arm wrapping around your waist, warmth simmering between your closed bodies. Your arms wrap around her neck as she inches forward, small steps until you're pressed against the marble. 

The kiss is slow and steady. You both give in to each other, studying, memorizing every inch of her mouth. Gentle smacks sound in the silent space of the kitchen, clammy hands traveling anywhere they can reach: the nape of her neck, massages on your hips, steadying your stumbles as you push against her. Your fingers inch upwards until they're at her sloppily done bun, loosening the hair tie and pulling as gently as you can, soft strands wrapping around your digits like vines. 

Ellie’s humming and her hips push against you, so you pull again, smiling gently into the kiss. She pushes again, harder this time, hips languid as they trap you against the counter. Your thighs widen for her, and she takes the lead, hands digging into your thighs and lifting you onto the granite. 

The kiss turns desperate swiftly after, Ellie’s tongue pushing past your mouth, her hands slowly pulling your tucked shirt from your pants. You’re biting at her lip, caressing her thighs over her sweats, trapping her between your legs, keeping her close. 

One last wet smack and you’re traveling down her jaw to the side of her neck, littering kisses all over her burning skin. You try not to make your inhales too obvious, but you can’t help it. Her scent drives you up a wall. 

She follows your lead, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck, sucking the skin, lightly scratching at the skin on your hips. She yanks you closer, nearly sitting you on top of her, ass barely on the counter—

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

You both jolt like you’ve been caught, a thin line of spit connecting your bottom lips. 

“Expecting someone?” She mumbles dazedly, and you silently deny. “Are you?” 

“Be serious.” She says flatly. 

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! 

The pounds on the door aren’t shit to Ellie, apparently; Her lips are back on you in a second. A gasp surges through you, “Oh, fuck! What if someone saw Pickle and they’re tryna— “

“She’ll be fine,” she whines between suckles on your throat. 

You whimper wantonly, but the knocks get aggressive. It has to be Carol! You don’t want Ellie to stop, but you push her.

“E—Ellie— “

She releases you with an annoyed huff, giving you enough room to hop off the counter. Scratches and meows alert you once more, and you run to the front door, whisper-yelling to Ellie, “Hide Pickle! Hide her!”

“Okay, okay, damn,” She sighs in annoyance, heading back down the hallway. You can hear Ellie’s soft shushes to the kitty, meows swiftly replaced with purrs. You think Pickle has chosen her favorite parent. 

You yank the door open and your heart plummets. 

“Hey, uh… hi.” Abby’s voice cracks and her nose is glowing red. Your heart pulls in your chest at the sight of her soft eyes. 

“Hi, Abby,” You say softly. She shyly peers at her feet. “How are you?”

A soft smile spreads across her face, “I’m not here to talk about me, I wanna apologize. I, um… I wanted to call but I thought I’d do it in person.” 

“No need. I’m sorry, to— “

But Abby isn’t having it, dropping onto one knee in the middle of the complex hallway, taking your hand in hers, “Oh, how I treated Thee, for I am full of regret. What do I owe Thou the pleasure of forgiveness?” 

You holler laughter, “Bitch, is that a question? What the fuck do I say to that.” 

“… I actually don’t know, what the fuck— “

“You’re actually the fucking worst, get up,” You’re pulling your friend to her feet and wrapping your arms around her neck, pressing light kisses to her cheek. She lifts you and carries you inside, kicking the door shut. 

“Was it Carol?” 

You barely hear your roommate from behind you. Abby sets you down, and you’re met with a… blank Ellie. This version of her is almost unfamiliar. 

“Hm?”

“Was,” Her eyes flicker towards your friend, “Was it Carol?” Your eyes flicker to Abby, confused as ever. 

“Um, no, thank God, right?” You laugh awkwardly, “Ellie, this is Abby. Abby, this is Ellie, my new roomie.” 

Abby slaps on her signature smile, extending her hand in greeting, “Nice to meet you. I heard a lot.”

Ellie’s eyes flicker between Abby’s hand and her face, eyes squinted. She only nods before murmuring to you, “Pickle’s fed. Lock the door if you leave.” 

Your mouth drops, but before you can say anything, Ellie’s door slams shut, lock clicking, barricading herself, shut off from the outside. Pickle scurries into your open space at the noise. A stunned Abby finally drops her hand and turns to you with an expression reading I told you so. Your heart jolts and it’s painful. 

“C’mon,” Abby coos, hands massaging your shoulders, “I owe you pancakes.” 

You try to smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Not like it should at the mention of a free meal. For some reason, you feel guilty. 

IHOP needs to have their holiday menus all year round; These cinnamon roll pancakes are fucking lethal! You shoved your platter down and already want seconds. Abby’s too sweet to you. 

“Abby.” 

“Hm?” She gnaws at her turkey bacon. 

“I’m in a predicament.” 

“What’s the matter.” 

“I think I like Ellie.” 

Your friend pauses before sighing, “Alright. So, what’s the plan?” 

“To die, I think. That’s the only plan.” 

“Don’t say that,” she chuckles. You shrug. 

“We made out and I liked it,” You whisper, “Like, a lot.” 

“Did y’all smash?” You shake your head. 

“Are you gonna tell her?” 

You scoff, “Did you miss the part where I said to die? I’d rather die. She hates my fucking guts all over again.” 

“I don’t think she does.” 

“You don’t know her, Abby— “

“I know a jealous munch when I see one,” She smirks, “I was one for a long time.” 

Your jaw drops, “Really? With who?” 

She grins, but it doesn’t meet her eyes, “Don’t worry about it.” 

You pout. Why didn’t she tell you?! Poor thing. You place a comforting hand on top of hers.

“Promise to tell me before graduation. I need some shit to look forward to.” 

“Like you’re gonna remember.” 

“Fuck off! I never forget anything!” 

“Yeah, anyway, your roomie was jealous— “

Your shoulders drop and your eyes roll. Ellie and jealousy? Together? Bullshit. Tomfoolery. Fake news. 

“Abby, I can't tell her— “

“Can’t or won’t?” Abby arches a brow, “You know what you do and don’t want. You’re creating stupid rules that combat your feelings and wonder why you end up hurt. Cut it out.” 

… Either face your fears of abandonment or die alone. Interesting ultimatum. You choose the latter. 

“You’re very easy to read, believe it or not. You like her. Accept it or move on,” Abby mumbles around her extra-crispy hash brown. 

You sigh. You’ve accepted it a long time ago; That's the issue. The only thing that can help you right now is more fucking cinnamon roll pancakes. Abby better leave this apology tab open. 

You’re hit with the usual warmth of the apartment the second you step in, finding Ellie on the couch with her feet kicked up, mindlessly fiddling with your favorite pen. Her silence makes your skin crawl; You never know what she’s thinking. 

“So, what,” You shrug, setting your to-go bag on the counter, “Are you just gonna pout or are we gonna have an adult conversation?” 

“I don’t think you’re capable of that,” She mumbles. 

“What does that mean?” 

“It means what it sounds like. You’re fucking immature and inconsiderate.” 

Your heart nearly stops, “I’m— “

She slices through your words, “Save that I don’t know what you mean bullshit for someone else. If you and that bitch are still fucking, why the fuck did you kiss me?” 

Her accusation makes you snap, “First of all, I haven’t fucked Abby in weeks! And even if I did, that’s none of your fucking business! I can do whatever the fuck I want and I don’t need to explain myself to you! And you kissed me first so don’t start!” 

A grin grows on Ellie face, head tipping back onto the couch as she laughs to herself, sighing in disbelief, “I never thought I would regret a kiss so much in my fucking life, oh my god.” 

You scoff, ignoring the sudden ache in your chest, “Fuck you.” 

“You want to.” 

You hate how heat builds in your stomach, “I want to?” You snark, “You shoved your tongue in my mouth a few hours ago. You want to. Don’t fucking piss me off.” 

You stomp to your room before Ellie can say anything above her laughter. Your door slams and you pace across your small room. You ignore the stress building deep in your joints; The term is almost over. You don’t need this fucking bullshit on your back right now! 

To think you and Ellie were starting to get on good terms. If she wants to play that game, then fine; You’ve mastered the sport at this point! The kiss meant nothing to you either!

You hope her Christmas is fucking awful and she finds nothing but a pile of fucking rocks in her marijuana sock. What a cunt—

Meow! Meow!

Your heart pulls at the small scratches at your door. You need your baby to give you some love since a certain someone won’t. Pickle calls out until you open the door, but your sad smile disappears at the sight of that someone propped against your door frame. 

“She wanted her mommy.” Ellie nods down at the kitten rubbing against your leg. 

“Fuck you.” You spit. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Fuck you!” You shout and lean closer, but she doesn’t seem threatened. That same sparkle in her eye is back, and, suddenly, your body’s flaming for another reason. The tip of her nose twitches, once, twice, three times, and you refuse to hold back any longer. 

You grab her face and kiss her. Kiss her as hard as you can. She’s so fucking aggravating; Why can’t she ever mind her fucking business? You’re sick of her clocking your pussy! The kiss is hot and quick and it sends vibrations down to your toes. It’s not until gentle purring fills your ears that you gasp and separate from your roommate. 

You bend down to pick up your little princess. Ellie’s lips reconnect with your neck the second you're upright. “Did she eat?” You mutter. 

“Mhm. Twice.” You nod and kiss her small, furry head, “She’s gonna be scratching at the door.” You ponder to yourself. 

“We’ll make it quick,” She mumbles in between harsh sucks to your throat, nibbles at your lobe. You escape the attention for a split second to grab Pickle’s small toy mouse from your dresser, tossing it down the hall and into the living room. Her small paws skip across the floor as she slides the trinket all over the hardwood. 

“We’re not fucking.” You say harsher than necessary. 

“I didn’t ask.”

You gently shut the door and jump Ellie’s bones, releasing all your pent-up frustration and anger into another kiss. The formerly gentle tugs of her hair are replaced with harsh yanks that expose her throat. Seconds pass and she’s pushing you onto your unmade bed, body bouncing before she climbs on top of you, reconnecting your mouths in the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever shared… It’s doing something to your cooter, though. You’re wet as fuck. 

Ellie’s fully onto top of you, body almost overheating from the layers of clothes between you. Her hips are sharp when they push into yours, swallowing all your stunned gasps and pleasured sighs. Your body is on fire and it’s making you lightheaded, but she feels so good on top. 

Ellie’s cursing against your mouth and she bucks into you, right against the muscle of your thigh, and you just watch the flames spread in her orbs. Not the comforting greenery that you could get lost in for days. The trees are black and surrounded by clustered rubble. She’s grunting against your cheek, her nose hitting yours with every thrust. 

A bold hand creeps between both your bodies and slips right into her wrinkly sweats, beneath her underwear, fingers drenched in seconds. You smirk when she whimpers your name between swears, palming the bud that throbs like a beating heart. Blush tints her cheeks the wetter she gets, pooling in your hand as you grind into her clit. 

Ellie’s cute. You’ll give her that. So, you rub her harder. 

“Agh, fuck, fuck— “

You're snickering to yourself but Ellie doesn’t care. She’s whining like a little bitch and humping you like a dog… 

Does she top? You should ask her after this. Post-nut gay quiz. 

“Finger me, put your— oh shit— “

“Hmm…” You suck your teeth, “Nah.” 

She glares down at you, leaving fiery holes in your cheek, “Don’t f—fucking piss me off right now.” 

You halt all your movements. “That’s all you’ve been doing since you got in this bitch. Shut the fuck up and take what I give you…” You pause, “Or get the fuck off me. Your choice.” 

A full one-eighty, truly. How she goes from looking at you with intent to kill to a wounded puppy in seconds. Poor thing wants a treat. Your entire hand is drenched in her juices; She can wait a little longer. 

“You ate my fucking Doritos.” 

“W—What?” She sounds like she’s going to cry. You can’t stop smiling. 

Slow circles on her clit, and her body wracks on top of you, “The ones I hid in the cabinet… Nasty little thief. Gonna buy me some more?” 

Her breathing is so rapid, “You’re so s—stupid fuck— “ 

“You’re gonna do more than that… gonna show me what’s in that fucking portfolio like you promised.” You whisper, hot against her face. 

This is the strangest dirty talk you’ve ever partaken in, but Ellie’s losing it on top of you. She hasn’t shut up yet. She’s hiding her face in your neck, words vibrating against your skin. You don’t know what she said, so you stop again. She sobs. 

You sound sweeter than candy, “What was that?” 

Ellie doesn’t answer. Just pants into your skin. You pat her clit a few times and she jerks to attention. “I asked you a question.” 

“Feels,” She heaves, “Feels so fucking good— “

“I didn’t ask you that.”

“I’ll show you — fuck, okay? Okay, okay, m’so close— “

Your thumb brushes against her clit, “I wanna see it after you nut.” 

She gasps words miles per minute, “I promise, Ipromise, touch me keep touching me— “

Ellie attempts to grind into your hand once more, but you stretch, slippery fingers sliding lower until the tip of your index catches onto her pulsing hole. You can barely hear, but she’s begging. Thank God you trimmed your nails. 

You push in gently, Ellie’s teeth grazing the skin right underneath your ear. A shiver runs down your spine. She grins before biting down on it. You moan into the boiling air. Your finger gets swallowed by her walls; She’s so fucking tight and soft and she’s clenching with every moan, your thighs squeezing around her hips. 

Ellie continues to grind on top of you, practically riding your finger, her moans increasing in volume. 

“E-Ellie, look at me, sit up—“ She doesn’t hesitate, clammy forehead resting on yours as you stare into her glossy, lustful eyes. They’re fluttering with every deep grind of your arched digit and your heart skips a beat. 

“Gimme one more, stretch me out,” she exhales onto your lips

“Sure?” You breathe. 

She groans, “Yeah, fuck, m’gonna cum when you do— “

“You gotta cute face,” you whisper and giggle when her eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment, middle finger popping past the small entrance 

“Fuck, babe, s’right there— “

Your walls clench at the name. Now you’re whining, “Gimme it. Hurry up so I can play with my kid.” 

“O-Our fucking kid—“ She chokes. 

You hum playfully, “Oddly domestic. Is this what marriage is like? Quickies in the laundry room when the baby’s watching Cocomelon?” 

“No — fuck, do you ever shut the fuck up?” You can’t even move from hard her walls are choking you, “M’cumming, Jesus fucking— son of a— “

Ellie’s walls grip your fingers as she trembles on top of you, lips crashing onto yours as she groans in your mouth, and you smile. You should’ve spit on her tongue, but you held back. She’s not ready. Fucking gremlin. 

Her orgasm rocks her into exhaustion, her body going completely limp on top of you as her hips twitch into your touch. You stare up at the ceiling, mind racing. 

You technically didn’t fuck! Your pussy is quite convincing. You didn’t, but you want to! 

“We didn’t fuck.” You mumble. 

She huffs dryly, voice low. Here comes the goosebumps! “Sure.” 

“We didn’t,” you bemoan and pull out, slick smearing on both your clothes before you present the wet digits in front of your face. Ellie finally lifts her head to join the inspection of your drenched, wrinkly fingers. She smells good. 

“Go wash your hands,” she croaks. 

“Mind your business.” You suck them clean and she snorts, rolling off and onto the bed. You sit up to open the door for Pick-Pick, but Ellie grabs your bicep. 

“What?” 

“You… You don’t want to…?” 

You look around blankly. 

“Do you want me to do something… like an exchange?” 

You’re not sure how to answer, but thankfully, curious meows and light scratching distract the both of you. You’re moving like a robot into the living room, Ellie right on your tail, cooing at the baby who rubs all over her. 

You take a seat on the… lavender-scented cushion. She bought a new freshener. 

“Ellie.” 

“What.” 

“I don’t like you.” 

A scoff from her, “I don’t care.” 

You pause. “… Wanna sniff my punani?” You mock. 

She takes a seat, swiftly followed by Pickle, and turns her head in your direction, lip between her teeth, “Can I?” 

“What.” 

“Just a whiff.” She hums between snickers. The sensors in your brain are on fire. Ellie is so confusing. 

You scratch your ear, stealing her habit, “You… You want to?” 

She grabs your discarded pen from the coffee table, “You want me to?” 

Yes. “No.” 

Ellie nods and continues to fiddle with it, obnoxiously clicking it over and over. She doesn’t fight you on it. How embarrassing. You really need head. 

Your eyes meet your sock-covered feet, “… I was just kidding,” You mumble. 

More pen clicking. “Come here for a second.” Your feet carry you at her grumble, plopping down onto the lavender-scented cushion. New freshener. 

“Is this gonna be… a regular thing?” 

Your head shakes a ton. It most definitely will not. You can’t take your eyes off how Ellie flips her pen. Her hands are bewitching. You need them in your throat again. 

“I think we… just needed to get it out of our system?” You suggest. Unfortunately, it seems neither of you are convinced. 

Pickle climbs up your sweatshirt, head rubbing against your chin. You peck her nose, “Why do you think that.” Ellie asks. 

“I’m not fucking someone I live with.” Your words are blunt, but Ellie doesn’t seem shaken by them. 

“Why.” 

“Because.” You say with finality. 

She sighs, “Because you’re scared of getting your feelings hurt by someone you care about again?” 

The bomb she drops is unexpected, but causes even more damage. Your shoulders immediately tense, on guard, “What the fuck…” How did she…

Ellie winces, “Don’t uh… don’t be mad…” 

“Why the fuck— how do you even know that?” 

“Dina told me.” She blurts and you jump from your seat, glowering at the girl who sheepishly taps her fingers on the couch. 

“The fuck do you mean Dina told you— “

More word-vomit. How long was she holding this shit from you? “S-She was my roommate. She’s the reason I got evicted— “

Your throat is closing, “…Is this a fucking joke?”

Ellie cowers at your tone, “Not really.” 

“When the fuck were you going to tell me that you’re friends with my fucking ex?!”

“We’re not friends!” She says meekly. “And you weren’t official— “

“It doesn’t fucking matter, Ellie! What the fuck!” Your efforts of holding tears back fail, as usual. You’re sick of crying in front of this broad. “She fu—fucking ruined my life!” The stares you get will never fail to make you sick. 

Ellie’s eyes remind you of glass. Breakable. You holler through sniffles, “Is that why you called me a fucking slut! Because that bitch told you some fake ass, fucked-up story about me whoring around campus?!” 

“Dude, I’m— “

“I fucked over the sweetest fucking girl on campus, right? The world’s best fucking pitcher got her heart broken by some low-life fucking artist with no future!” You rant until your breath is short, “I was fucking in love with her! I-I wanted to be with her, I would’ve died for her! I’m— “

Your hands desperately grasp at your chest to get your heart to ease the knocking against your ribcage. 

“You think I-I’m fucking easy, right? That’s why you came onto me earlier? ‘Cuz I’m a fucking whore?! A desperate sl—slut with no self-worth— “

The space you found comfort in is rapidly filling with darkness; You’re being sucked into a void of nothing and you can’t think. Ellie doesn’t move, just stares over you with feeble pupils, hand clutched around that pen, the end of it leaving an indent in her sweats. 

Pickle plops down onto your feet as you cry. You take her into your arms and hold her as close as possible, scurrying into your room. You fall back against the door and it slams, sliding down the wood as Kit-Kat nuzzles your chin. She’s the sweetest fucking thing in the world. How could such an angel be left in the snow to die? 

Time moves in a blur as you weep. Your mom would’ve held you if she were here. 

What you would give for some parental guidance. You almost called your father. 

Almost. 

Click, click, click, click, click—

One, two, three, four. Breathe in, Breathe out. Five, six—

Thank God for your fucking custom pen. The noise is enough to distract her from breaking down in your tiny living room. She should’ve snagged Pickle before you did; She needs a fucking hug. 

Ellie hates being yelled at. More than anything. More than you. God, she fucking despises you. 

You look and sound nothing like her mother, but you’re oddly alike. She pondered whether or not that was the reason she was drawn to you; She always finds herself trapped in spaces with fucking deflectors. 

She hasn’t even begun editing the photos from earlier. At this point, she doesn’t even want to use them. It’s a shame your eyes are so expressive; She would’ve burned the pictures she took of you the second you left with that bitch if she wasn’t so crunched for time. She needs to submit them so she can get the fuck out of here. 

You’d be an excellent actress; You have emotions down pact on camera. The dark part of her brain convinced her that you were thinking of her with that doting, yearnful look in your eye. 

The photography company keeps sending her emails about completing her work profile and her fucking portfolio submission. That’s the only form of motivation she has left, and even then, she hasn’t revisited those photos. She doesn’t have much time to make them perfect. 

Ellie swallows the lump in her throat over and over, thumb pressing down, down, down. She can’t stop clicking your fucking pen. Just don’t cry. 

Your sobs almost get her there, almost push her over the edge, but she shuts her eyes and counts each click, matching them with every heave she releases. You, somehow, sound just like her fucking mom. 

And Ellie, despite the backwards relationship between the two of you, still fucking kissed you. She should’ve died right there in front of you. What a fucking joke. 

But she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to. She’s never experienced affection like that; It was passionate and made her itch with a desire she hasn’t felt in a long time. All she wants is for someone to love her, hold her like you did, touch her like you did. She’s never felt that euphoric in her life, never witnessed so many bright colors at once. 

Whoever told her being alone was easy was a fucking liar. No one should wake up and want to die every day, so why does she? Everyone thinks she prefers silence, but she doesn’t. Ellie craves contact in all forms. In any form. Desperately. 

Why did it have to be you? Why the fuck did it have to be you. 

Her brain is telling her she can’t wait to move out, so why is her heart amidst decay whenever she thinks about it? She’s going to suffocate in here, so she rises, pen still in hand, and snags her puffer and beanie from the couch. Her feet shove into her boots and she’s out, the front door slamming shut. She didn’t even bother to lock it. 

Ellie takes the stairs and leaves the building on autopilot, no destination in mind. Just stomping through the splintering cold like a fucking yeti. Every breath oxidizes in a cloud before her as she recalls where she fumbled with you. 

Dina. 

Ellie’s cold hands frost her face as she wipes it, making sharp turns and stumbling on ice. She wants to go home; She misses her dad. 

Dina seems to be the only thing you two have in common. You both might hate her more than each other. The horror she felt when her ex-roommate taped that eviction notice on her door is incomparable. Ellie was a struggling entrepreneur and practically fucking homeless overnight. All because Dina’s new fucking side piece. 

Ellie and Dina, friends. Wait until she tells you about how she almost beat her and her girlfriend’s ass. If you’re even willing to listen at this point. 

Ellie continues to walk, hands tucked under her armpits. At least she’s not simmering anymore in her rage anymore. She blocks down the way when she realizes she forgot her fucking phone. This would’ve been a perfect time to cry to her old man. 

You’re not out of Ellie’s system at all. You’ve, unfortunately, claimed residency inside of her. 

You’re scribbling with spilled wine on your shirt, outside noise muffled by the plugs in your ears. You don't recall leaving your room, grabbing a bottle and downing its contents, but the remnants of broken glass acts as a decent reminder. 

Your hand is cramping from its grip on a new pen, but you can’t stop gliding the tip across the sixth sheet of printer paper. You hate what you’re drawing; The details are perfect, inked scratches practically muscle memory, and you despise it. It’s always her.

You’re going to be alone for a very long time. You’re too destructive for companionship, you’ve learned. How ironic: the one aspect of life you crave is becoming your demise, and your downfall is going to be tortuous. Recovery is never long lasting for you. 

So, you sketch. And scratch. And erase, start again, hoping, praying, for an outcome that doesn’t feel so lost. You’re destroyed and desperate to find comfort. Was your father right when he called you sick at age twelve? Maybe something is truly wrong with you. Maybe one of the reasons why you constantly push and mask and hide. 

Every insecurity you’ve garnered in high school is flourishing in adulthood, thick as vines and as strong as tree bark. Deflection is an art that you’ve mastered out of preservation; Too bad it’s trapped you in isolation. 

The green in Ellie’s eyes holds stories. Somehow, this month feels like centuries. Centuries of studying the mass area of blossoming, healthy land beneath her pupils. Her eyes are sacred, almost too sacred to manipulate, but you draw them anyway. 

You want to touch her again. You want her to touch you. Just one last time. You’re already a fucking failure; One last mistake wouldn’t hurt. 

A teardrop musses the paper, so you scrap it like the others and start again. Ellie’s eyes are too pretty to be smudged. 

You can’t stay here anymore. You hope Amaya understands. You hope Ellie understands. 

You’d give anything to be able to call your mother. 

You hear the front door open and close for the hundredth time tonight, followed by swift clicks of a pen. Guilt floods your system. You peer at a sleeping Pickle on your mattress before standing, opening your door to see Ellie entering hers. Your intoxicated brain notes the sex lighting in her room; Red LED. You talk before thinking. 

“I didn’t mean to yell at you.” She jumps and turns at your cracked voice, eyes red. She smoked; you can smell it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to— “

“I’m submitting my portfolio in the morning. I’ll be out by Christmas.” She says, monotone. Lifeless. 

A dry huff escapes your closed throat. Your heart is breaking. Just a little, “I guess, uh… I can’t see it anymore, huh?” She doesn’t answer. 

“Do you regret taking those pictures?” She mumbles.

You don't hesitate, “Not at all.”

She nods. The silence that follows is thick, weighing at both of your shoulders, holding you in place. Ellie’s breathing is finally steady, and it’s calming. 

“Go to bed.” She whispers before entering her room, gently shutting it behind her. Some tears fall before you follow her lead. 

Pickle is sitting on the edge of your bed, just watching you. You smile sadly and whisper, “At least you love me, right?” 

A gentle blink from her. You sob; Another pair of green eyes to bring you comfort. 

“I love you, too.” 

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I don’t gotta be the one,no.

fem reader x Katsuki Bakugo

Mentions: NSFW! Squirting, dirty talk, overstimulation, virgin, fluff, etc.

“Congrats on being #1. I’ll take my title back next time.” Bakugo said, flicking your forehead. “Well good luck with that loser.” you replied walking away. He watched you leave the building.

You and Bakugo have history. Not a romantic one. He’s been commenting rude things to you since you were both kids when no one was around. You never told anyone because you were a big girl and would be the #1 hero someday. You’re #1 off and on competing with Dynamight.

“ Hey girl, how are you feeling you’re number 1 again!” Mina said, holding your arm as you both walked around town. “ I actually feel amazing. Let’s go out tonight and celebrate!” you said happily. “ Hell yes! We can invite our besties! You should’ve seen the look on Bakugo’s face. Hilarious. He was shocked and upset as fuck. I think he has a thing for you as well. He was checking you out when you walked out of the building. He was looking at you like he wanted to pounce on you.” Mina said. “Mina. No. He’s with Izuku. You’re crazy. Plus he’s my bully and rival. I will not fall for his ass.” you replied. “ He dumped Bakugo 4 months ago since their schedules were not meeting enough to be with each other. Izuku and I talk about romance. I never brought you up so don’t worry.” Mina said walking into your home with you.

“ Denki, you have a girlfriend. I need advice. I can’t believe I’m asking you for advice.” Bakugo said, handing him a beer. As he took the beer from Bakugo they both receive a message from the group chat informing them about the karaoke party you planned to celebrate.

Denki: Can’t wait see you there N/N

“ Anyways, what do you need advice on?” Denki asked, opening his beer and taking a nice amount into his mouth. “ Y/n. I don’t know when the hell I started liking her romantically. How do I confess to her?” He asked, leaning against the counter. “ I owe Kiri and Sero money. They totally called it. Mhm. I suggest to be honest. Don’t let your pride win for the love of god. You’ve known her since childhood. She’s a tough gal. She doesn’t like it when people beat around the bush. Tell her straight up. Don’t be a wimp. If she rejects you then don’t give up.” Denki said with a smile and a thumbs up. Bakugo felt determined and ready to let you know how he truly feels. “Denki you’re actually good at this dating thing. I’ll tell her tonight after the celebration.” Bakugo said. He checked the time. 8pm already! “ Let’s get going extra!” he rushed out the door with Denki thanking the gods for getting a self locking door.

The entire group showed up within 30 minutes. The first one to sing was Sero. He set the party to be wild and everyone loved it. Everyone let loose. Drank but nothing crazy, however, you definitely let loose and alot. When the clock hit 2am everyone was safely in their homes. Mina and Denki being love whispers vanished, leaving you with Katsuki.

“ You have to shower. I left clothes for you in the bathroom. Go on now.” Bakgo ordered. You don’t take orders from that jerk so you decided to be a bit of a naughty issue. “ K-Katss I can’t shower. Not on my own. Heelppss me.” you whined. He gulped holding you up as the warm water ran down your naked body. He turned away as you scrubbed your body and rinsed up. “ Kats do my back? Please?” you said. You were a bit sober so you had your balance back. He scrubbed your back respectfully, avoiding seeing your ass. Once you were done he left the bathroom and you got ready for bed. You sat on the bed looking around the room as he showered. His walls were a light shade of gray and his curtains were black. He has a great bookshelf, the books and other documents placed there made you guess he has his own home office. You admired his decorated room. He then walked out of the bathroom in only sweatpants. You couldn’t help but stare at his body. His muscles flexing and his abs making you feel a bit hot. You thought maybe you should get back at him from all the verbal bullying.

He got into bed laying down. “ Kats, I need you.” you whispered to him as you straddled him. You grinded against him. You gasped feeling his cock against your already wet pussy. He groaned, placing his hands on your hips. “ f-fuck. This isn't a g-good idea y/n.” he replied. You felt his cock harden. “You’re hard, Kats. You’re not being honest.” you replied, taking the shirt he allowed you to borrow off. You wore no bra. He stared at you. He loves the view. “S-Still I barely even know you….I do know you….but - fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he said. You smiled as his face flushed up. “ You can touch me. Please play with me, Katsuki.” you ran your hand through his hair. He bucked his hips upward with a shaky breath leaving his mouth. “F-Fuck no. Wait. We shouldn’t go too fast y/n. Let’s take things slow.” he finally said honestly. “ Oh Kats, you're so cute. We don’t gotta to be in love, no. I don’t gotta be the one, no. I just wanna be one of your girls tonight. Daddy, please take me tonight.” you said kissing him afterwards. You bit his lip.

A kiss is all it took. He quickly took you off him undressing you. You spread your legs revealing your wet pretty cunny. He slapped it which made you gasp in pain and pleasure. “Nasty little girl.” he commented. “ I’m all yours Katsuki Bakugo.” you said. Making you orgasm many times is how he’ll show you he loves you. He wasted no time. Bakugo held your thighs leaving hickeys behind. You knew he was teasing you and so you forced him to go down on your pussy. He came just from you gripping hair and tugging on it. He was a bit embarrassed. You couldn’t let go of his hair. Bakugo sucked on your clit, he flicked his tongue on it, slurped all your juices. “ Y-yes j-ust- Ahh! Kats!” you exclaimed from the intense pleasure. He hummed lost in thought. His focus was on making you orgasm and making sure you wanted more.

Your body was hot and twitching. He heard you scream his name and finally let go. He then put you on all fours. “Cum inside me daddy.” you said, wiggling your ass asking for it. He spanked you with full force making you yelp out. It was painful but it turned you on. He slowly penetrated you with his tip, making you moan. He continued. You felt so full. “Move Kats. I need it. I want it.” you said whining. “ Oh y/n, you’re so cute but I’m only halfway in.” he whispered in your ear. You knew he hade a fucking smirk on his face. He pulled out and slammed in making you moan and legs weak. Of course he held you up thrusting deep within you. “ K-Katsuki. Oh fuck.” you spoke as your cunny took him all in. He groaned thrusting faster. Your arms gave up, you fell straight onto the bed. He smirked fucking you like there was no tomorrow. You had multiple orgasms in that position. You loved how he didn’t stop after fucking you dumb.

Your head was pressed up against the pillow. You were drooling and moaning. “ You want it baby? You want me to fill you up? Make you my little housewife?” he asked, spanking your ass which made you squirt. You nodded, managing to reply with a “yes please” . He gave one last thrust, deeply releasing his cum. He painted your gummy walls white. He groaned and placed his head on your shoulder trying to calm down. You milked him dry, clenching around him. “ Y-yeah baby milk me dry. I’m all yours baby.” he said. After a few minutes he pulled out and laid next to you. Your mind was lost within the strong pleasure you were feeling. He sat up taking you in his arms. He held you. “Sshh baby it’s okay. I’m here.” he whispered. You were silent and slowly calming down. “ You were such a good princess. I love you very much.” he said. It took you a few minutes to finally come back. “ Was it too much?” he asked, caressing you. “It was perfect. I enjoyed it a lot.” you replied blushing. “ Can I be honest with you?” he asked, making you look at him. You nodded your head. “ You’re my first y/n.” he said. Your eyes widened. “ Y-Your my first too. I got brave…it was supposed to pay back from all the bullying.” you replied. You looked at the soaking wet sheets. You spotted stains of blood. Bakugo saw as well and panicked. “Holy shit! I hurt you! I’m fucking sorry. I’ll be careful next time I swear!” You giggled. “Kats it’s fine this sometimes happens when girls lose their virginity.” He sighed relieved. “I love you y/n. You’re all mine.”He said kissing you softly. You kissed him back. “I love you too. Kats.”

Bakugo wasn’t experienced but porn taught him a few things. Who would’ve thought he’d last for many rounds. The best thing about it was he was very vocal and gave it his all.

You took him very well. You were finally living your fantasy. Wanting to be fucked senseless by a strong and dominant man with tattoos. The books your read created many fantasies you hope they become reality later on with Bakugo.

After this night everything would be different. You’re all his. You milked him dry and you’ll have his baby or babies. Twins run on your side of the family.

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[strawhatkia]

golden hour.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugou, shota aizawa, mirio togata, tamaki keigo

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they catch you at golden hour

WARNINGS ! a lil bird tom foolery, let me know if i missed anything, edited!

WORD COUNT ! 0.9k

A/N ! another repost for mha ! it was originally requested ->  “hcs of Mirio, Bakugo, Aizawa, and Hawks reacting to their black gf’s skin glowing in golden hour? She doesn’t even notice it, she’s reading or scrolling on her phone but she so damn fine”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

simp

he couldn’t believe his fucking eyes 

there you were, sitting like an actual goddess before him, all cuddled up under the sun readin’ yo favorite book

mans has neva felt more blessed in his life nigga crying and shit

he originally came in to bother you cuz he was bored but now all he worried about is getting a damn camera-

“hey, angelface!-….” “yes, kats?” “….” “..kats? baby?" *he stomps off into the distance* "katsuki! is something wrong, why are you stomping away!?” “WHERE IN THE FUCK IS THE CAMERA DAMN IT?!”

my mans said he needed a polaroid so he can keep that shit in his wallet cause that's exactly where that picture is going

tbh, he already has a different pictures for both his lockscreen and homescreen on both his phone and laptop but rested assured, he gon get that picture ! 

once he got the picture, he couldn’t stop looking at it (believe this: he flashes his wallet to show off that picture to girls who hit on him with the biggest smirk, "im already taken! now piss off.") 

“you know the real thing is over here, baby” *cue the blush* “shut up, dummy”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

it went something like this

he walked in with a “hey, sunshine!”, looked up, saw you in bed in yo bonnet and his big shirt, scrolling on yo phone under the sun and froze

your skin just glistening and shining- he could have sworn that one of the angels came down to visit him in the form of you

problem is…he hasn’t moved in the last 2 minutes 

“mirio…mirio…mirio, baby, BLINK!!” “huh?” “damn boy, did you meet Jesus while you was gone?” “why would I do that when I have a goddess right in front of me?”

being as black as you are, you could have SWORE that yo cheeks started to heat up from that comment and he is so proud for his quick thinking

“shut up, cheese ball” “but sunshine~ you love me and my cheesiness” “…unfortunately” 

he eventually joined you in bed and just laid in your lap, looked up at you with a goofy look on his face

he spends the rest of his time admiring you, even after the sun went down

goofy ass nigga- i love him so much

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

i’m gon clown him a little 

aight, birds like glittery things…he’s a bird man…your melanin looks like jewels under the sun…i have connected the dots

no but seriously, he just saw you sitting there and was instantly pulled in 

you were laying on his couch trying to take a nap under the sun cause let’s be honest, the sun is soothing as fuck on melanated skin

he had just out the shower and was in sweatpants gray and no shirt YUM

he just really loved how relaxed you were that i gave him a sense of pride to know you felt safe enough in his home

i can imagine him being a lil paranoid that you deem his house safe enough to hang out with so you spending your time just visiting or staying over night made him feel really happy

“comfortable there, dove? you know there’s a bed, right?” “i like the sun, keigo. It feels nice.” “if you say so, baby.”

ain’t no more room on the couch for him and his humongous ass wings to join you, so he settles for taking a seat on the coffee table and taking a couple of pictures of you looking so peaceful

"stop snapping pictures of me, creep." "aw, you'll hurt my feelings, baby" "im tryna sleep and your phone is distracting with that loud ass clicking sound" "sorry but i need a new background picture to switch out the old one" "yea yea whatever" "just go back to sleep" "stop taking pictures of me" "no ❤"

he put it as his computer background and the lock screen on his phone

bonus: he took a of video of him stroking your face in your sleep and you leaned in to it. in the background if you listen closely, you can hear him say “my baby is so beautiful🥺” "kei, baby, lemme sleep" "alright, love ❤" 

i will fucking CRY

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛☕✧ SHOTA AIZAWA / ERASERHEAD

i don’t think he would be up enough to catch you at golden hour 

but after the one time he did, he took a mental note to do it more often

you looked so ethereal- he didn't even know he could feel so relaxed just by looking at something 

you were sitting in the corner of bed where the suns rays come, reading something on yo phone and just looking completely relaxed in life

he just stopped at the doorway, where you couldn’t really see him and leaned against the door frame, softly smiling at your relaxed figure

“she looks so peaceful…how did I get so lucky?” this was the moment he felt like he hit the lottery

however when you did notice him, you nearly jumped out yo skin

“OH SHIT!! AIZAWA?!?!” “yes?” “HOW LONG YOU BEEN STANDING THERE!?!- WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING!?!” “sorry-”, he chuckles, “-you just looked so peaceful, i didn’t want to interrupt.” “that’s sweet, honey…but don’t you eva scare me like that again.” “yes ma’am”

y’all ended up taking a nap together

after that he just always seem to find you at this time or somehow put you in sun’s rays just so he could admire you 

bonus: he took polaroid pictures of you sleeping at golden hour and carries them with him. class 1-A found out about it and teased him about for weeks (which lead to brutally training for weeks on end, them stubborn ass kids would nawt let it go.)

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I have had A Thought and now I have the urge to write The Thought

Steve dies in season one

But hear me out! It’s where no one sees, he’s alone, abandoned by his friends, having pushed his girlfriend into a fight because he couldn’t control his own temper, and he’s concussed, but it’s worse than he thinks. He parks his car on the side of the road because he’s too dizzy and he’s mad, but he knows it’s not safe.

He closed his eyes just for a minute, to let his vision settle

But when he opens them, he’s not in his car anymore

The afterlife is a room, photos covering the white walls, memories and important moments in his life but it hits him at once as he looks around

There’s not a lot. He hasn’t lived long enough for there to be a lot, and he knows without knowing where he is. There’s two doors, one on either end of the room, one golden, one wooden. There’s light behind the golden one and he knows if he picks it, it’s over. But the gaps in the walls tell him he’s not done, so he picks the wooden door and wakes up in his car.

Now I’m a big fan of the came back wrong trope and this is just came back Different. He feels different. He goes to Jonathan’s house, needing to apologize, feeling a pull to it, and amidst all the Different feel he find the world turned inside out and you know, it’s all a lot to deal with

My favorite little snippet from the end of season one is Steve in the waiting room at the hospital because like. He didn’t need to be there. He could have gone home and I don’t think anyone would have blamed him, but he was there anyway

So he’s there, because there’s another pull, like an itch in his fingertips.

It takes him a while to figure out, that pull. When he does, it’s because there’s a curly haired kid making demands and looking up to him and it feels right to be there keeping him safe.

It hits as he patches himself up at home, an ache in his back that he doesn’t notice at first. It gets worse over the course of the night, until he feels like his back is breaking from it, and through the haze of pain and the disorienting ringing in his ears, he finds himself on the ground, a pair of glowing wings impossible to ignore. (I like the idea of them starting off black, lightening over the years as he works though his guilt)

Through trial and determination, he finds he can hide them, but it’s uncomfortable to do it for too long, makes him all anxious. And there’s no instruction, but he knows what happened, knows it instinctively. He died, but he chose to come back, so now it’s his job to protect people, it’s the price he paid for a return trip, and he knows who’s his to protect by that itch.

Along the way he picks up Robin, who he can tell is his from the first day, who strokes his wings, a bluish gray while his face is still healing, who never hesitates to tease him even as she trusts him to protect her.

And then they find Eddie, who needs all the protection he can get, who he aches with the need to protect, who he flies for the first time to save. His wings are dirty, closer to brown, ruffled and messy and it stings a bit how out of order they are but he can’t pay that any mind when Eddie is floating between life and death.

Eddie makes the realization first, or at least is the first to say it out loud, opening his eyes to see Steve smiling at him and the words come without thought

“I knew an angel would save me from the depths of hell.”

And well, Steve never really thought of himself as an angel even if he knows it’s what he is now, but with Eddie? He could start to believe that.

kat.

KAT.

I am (with consent) holding your hands and begging you to follow this thought.

There’s not a lot. He hasn’t lived long enough for there to be a lot, and he knows without knowing where he is. There’s two doors, one on either end of the room, one golden, one wooden. There’s light behind the golden one and he knows if he picks it, it’s over. But the gaps in the walls tell him he’s not done, so he picks the wooden door and wakes up in his car.

like?! this is ART. this is beautiful. this concept has so much meat to it? Steve as Eddie's angel?! I'm not above begging, I'm definitely not above it, and this is me b e g g i n g.

[kleefkruid]

How does the situation with the Rooftop Strays work? Like, do they hang out in your house sometimes, did you semi-adopt these cats? Just curiousity, your comics and pics are a delight

Yeah so the buildings of my block are squeezed together, and inside is a bit of leftover space that belongs to some of the huises, I'm talking in total smaller than the average garden outside the city. And there's a few second story balconies looking over it, like mine. And one of the patches of garden is neglected and overgrown. There is a bit of rooftop, like gray, flat, between the neglected garden + my neighbors garden and the two balconies above it.

When I started going on my balcony this thin, grey (grey as in dirty and dusty not naturally gray) would just sit on the rooftop 20 meters away and hiss at me. Everytime. It was a bit comical bc I never had a cat hiss at me so far of in the distance, but we soon figured out what was going on when someone, me or someone else moving my stuff I don't remember, spotted a kitten in the bushes below. She was basically going "Don't you dare think about it!!" While I didn't know what there was to think about.

This was Michelle, and the kitten is Kotelet. Michelle was clearly left behind by someone bc you can access (or leave) this middle part, and she had turned this space into her territory and I was. not welcome. However, she did welcome herself into my house when I was airing out the appartment and ate some kibble, desperate and hungry and feeding a kitten. And I let her do it and gave her some extra opportunities to do it. Eventually she met Oskar and Marcel, my actual kats, and she slapped at them but they're social and kinda stupid so they thought she was trying to play because nothing bad has happened to them ever. She also figured this out and just started treating them a bit like overgrown kittens, probably bc they're spayed and again kinda stupid and meow at other cats. So they become like a clique. The kitten still lives in the garden. I'm still not cool and not part of the gang no matter how much she sees the boys interacting with me.

A few weeks later, kitten becomes big enough, starts to climb on shit, immediately gets on the wall and falls off into the other garden. Now, my below neighbor has not moved in yet. So there is nothing to climb back out on and Michelle can't get to her. So I call my landlord asking if they're showing the apartment today and if not if it's ok I break in for a moment. They can't come so I got a ladder from neighbors by literally just asking at houses bc I didn't know anyone until this Maroccan family just gave theirs with mild amusement bc "I need to get a kitten out of a hole" is quite a sidequest. But I got there, got out the kitten (with much protest and yelling from the baby, who decided she was being eaten) while Michelle looked on, and when I got back on the roof I handed her her kitten back.

Since then, she actually started directly interacting with me so I guess I passed the commune check by getting her kid back to the nest, so to say? I don't know how much they rationalise that kind of stuff but there was a noticable change before and after. I brought food, took care of the kids (once) so I was allowed to not be hissed at any more.

After that it's all just slow socialising process, which I did for a bit at a shelter so it's a bit of a fun side project bc the shelter here is kinda shitty and weren't interested in taking them. So I'm slowely getting them used to everything, the newest thing is sitting inside with the door closed, they used to freak out when I tried doing that.

Michelle basically only needs to learn the litterbox so maybe Danny might take her when he gets a better set-up, we have a few loose options. Kotelet is more sifficult bc she's more feral and she refuses any cat food op untill this point. She literally gags when she smells it... which, same tbh. But she does make progress in other fields so I'll see how far I can get. She didn't start interacting with me until much more recent.

So yeah they're basically part time here, on the balcony or they wait by the door to be let in and hang out for a few hours. My entire childhood we always had about 3-4 cats that were ex strays so I'm kinda used to this happening. Cats will find you.

Anyways Michelle is white now and has a nice coat and kotelet is still fucking tiny bc you can't change that.

[no-shxme]

i dont think i ever posted this old drabble of sett having a concussion. i'll post it below the cut.

(sfw, hurt/comfort, modern au talsett)

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Sett’s mother lets Talon in. She rubs her hands on her apron, as if she’s about to reach out and shake his hand or something, but then she doesn’t. Talon is grateful. His mouth moves for a few seconds. Finally he nods, curtly.

“He doesn’t know you’re coming,” she tells him. “He’s resting.”

Talon nods. He toes off his shoes. “Oh,” he says, to be clear, in case Sett’s mother wasn’t looking at him. His mouth is dry. He moves past her, down the hall. Sett’s door is closed. Talon doesn’t knock, he just cracks it open. The room is very dark. All the curtains have been pulled closed, turning the afternoon light into dull, sleepy gray. Sett is a lump on the small bed. 

“Sett?” Talon’s voice cracks in the grayness. He clears his throat and tiptoes closer. He never knows how to help in these types of situations. Kat will get sick and she’ll demand water, or ice cream, or for him to leave, go away, or die, and Talon will at least feel useful. He’s never been very good at comforting people. He’s missing that second sense that tells him when to do it, how to do it, or why to do it. Cass will be crying over something and Talon will stand there, awkwardly, and then hours later it will occur to him that maybe he should have hugged her, even if he doesn’t really like hugs.

Anyway Sett doesn’t answer, but the lump on the bed stirs. Talon unzips his jacket and leaves it on the floor. He approaches the bed quietly.

“Sett,” he tries again.

This time Sett mumbles out, “Tal?” He’s got a small blanket folded up over his eyes and he reaches clumsily to push it up. “You’re here?”

“Yes,” Talon says. He doesn’t know what to say. “How’s your head?”

“Better now that you’re here,” Sett mumbles, but he doesn't sound like his usual self. His voice is all airy, floating around the quiet room.

Sett’s bed is small. He’s had the same one since he was little, but Talon is rather small too, so he carefully climbs onto the bed next to him. He’s pressed against Sett’s side and if he moves too much he’ll fall off, so he just won’t move. 

“How much did it hurt?” he asks.

Sett snorts weakly. Talon breaks his resolution and reaches up to pull the blanket back down over his eyes. “Ain’t hurt a bit.”

He leans his head on Sett’s arm. “You’re lying.” Getting punted in the head by a soccer ball has to hurt. It will never not hurt.

Sett laughs, sort of. He sounds tired.

“Glad you’re here,” he mumbles. 

Talon wraps his arms around Sett’s bicep. He would try and pet Sett’s ears, but he doesn’t know how that would affect the rest of his head. He’s had a couple concussions in the past, before he was ever friends with Sett. One had been from falling out a window, another from falling out a tree, and one more from Katarina personally for good measure. For each of them he’d spent his recovery alone in his room, in his very big bed, in the dark, and no one had visited him except his sisters. And Father, who’d checked on him sparingly. But Talon doesn’t really want to think about that. So he lies still next to Sett. Better now that you’re here. He tries to shimmy even closer, tightly pressed against his side. He’s given Talon a way to help, so Talon will do that. He stays with Sett until he falls back asleep.

[dystopyx-blog]

Beasts of Prey

yep.

more yandere nonsense. enjoy your harem (MC’s last name is Hare)

NAME

type 

relation

gender

KAT POLE 

manipulative 

best friend 

female

She loves taking her darling to the bar so she can beat up people who flirt with her.

She knows bars and clubs make her darling so uncomfortable, but she will make her feel so *so* safe. 

Isolating her from her friends and gaslighting is her thing! 

Absolutely takes advantage her close relationship with her and blurs the line of “platonic” and “romantic”

Will kiss her and if she gets mad? 

“I’m just showing how much I love ya, bestie!”

And it’s true.

M/C just doesn’t realize how true it is. 

“Y’know I’d never lie to you, babes!”

BEAR SYLVAS 

protective 

roommate 

male (ftm)

This big softie! 

The only person M/C trusts as much as they trust Kat; maybe even more!

He’s a huge teddy bear, and M/C will call him as much.

He’s her teddy bear, and she’s his little bear -

But this big bear refuses to let ANYTHING happen to his little bear.

He also is an isolator

He will do whatever he can to convince his darling to just stay in their apartment with him.

His job doesn’t require him to leave the house much, so he’s happy to take care of her and the home.

Constantly trying to convince her to quit her job and just let him care for her.

”I don’t like it when you leave…what if you get hurt?”

WOLFGANG GRAY 

possessive 

coworker

male

This man

This man -

MC referred to him as Gray, until they got closer and she started calling him Wolfy.

Obviously she’s the only one who can get away with that.

Actually, he really likes it - likes that she gave him a “personalized” nickname -

So in return he calls her “Bunny” (MC’s last name is Hare) 

Tbh he’s actually probably the chillest out of all of them? 

Monopolizing is his favorite, but he doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to do so.

Any excuse he can get to be with his darling, he’ll take! He’d go to the ends of the earth for her…

He dreams of the day he can take her far far away from everything and keep her to himself…

And he views that day as inevitable. 

She will be his. 

”Hey, I don’t like it when you leave, so stop leaving, okay?”

LEON KING

delusional 

boss

male

Oh -

Oh, this man -

this man -

Delusional man in power! 

Genuinely thinks he’s living out some sort of              “ “ “forbidden romance” ” ” with his darling 

Believes that his precious darling does love him! She’s just so scared of the consequences of dating her boss…

He’d never fire her, but he dreams of the day she’ll quit so he can finally marry her and keep her in his nice house and settle down.

She often forgets or loses her lunch, and when it happens he’ll insist she share with him.

The only way she can get out of it is if she sneaks off with Wolfgang for lunch first. 

Thankfully too delusional to use his status to get what he wants, because in his eyes, he already has it anyway. 

“You don’t need a job, my dear! I can provide for you! But since you aren’t quite ready to settle down, I will wait. Just remember my patience is not infinite.”

FAWKES RED 

obsessive 

stranger 

nb

THIS ONE -

“Met” MC at a gay bar Kat had dragged her to.

Has been obsessed ever since. 

They’re the stalker!

They’re the one with the shrine!

They’re the one who will take small “mementos” from her house! 

They also will steal locks of hair and knit with it.

One day they’ll whisk their darling away for good (they’ve already got a room ready), but for now they’re content to watch them from a distance. 

Favorite activity is watching her sleep :heart:

They also love seeing how close they can get and what they can get away with during that time she’s asleep…

”Aw, just look at my precious darling! The way she’s posed for me—it’s as if she knows I’m here! I’m definitely adding these pictures to her shrine!~”

[dvlaunchpad-mcquack]

This is a really cool bit of history. From one of the creators himself, Doug Gray!

First Comic Kitty Kat Kapers introduces us to one of Darkwing Duck’s cutest rogues, Fluffy the cat! https://mongomblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/darkwing-duck-kitty-kat-kaper.html

This is the second out of three comics in Disney Adventures Magazine starring the adorable fluffy sociopath, returning with a big upgrade! https://href.li/?http://mongomblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/darkwing-duck-cat-in-hot-tin-suit.html

Doug Gray also posted a revised version of Cat In A Hot Tin Suit here. Very cool behind the scenes history!. https://mongomblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/darkwing-duck-cat-in-hot-tin-suit_11.html

Bonus: Launchpad gets to use puns.

He’s made numerous Disney comics with Mickey Mouse and other characters, and has them tagged as Disney Comics.

[katrinaiceheart]

Hello one and all!

i saw that pinned posts were like a thing to like introduce oneself on here now?

okie doke~ I’m open to gaining new mutuals :3

If you had to call me something I’d probably say Kat or Bek or smth. I am 24, and have a degree in web design and development. Which you would think my blog would look better but you’d be wroooong. I was on this hellsite a long time ago, slightly less long time ago, and i am back again because reddit sploded. Always debating on leaving again because Jesus Christ.

When it comes to my alphabet status (/joke), I am pansexual, polyamorous (married to my nesting partner), gray-demisexual, and graygender. I use she/they pronouns but i don’t really care, and any of this is subject to change at any point. However, I will destroy anyone not respecting other people’s orientations and identities. >:(

When it comes to this blog, I will mostly be reposting memes, text posts and lgbt+ content as well as some activism and important things.

However, my fandom interests are currently are Critical Role, d20 and DND, The Owl House, some Anime (mob psycho 100 and dungeon Meshi RN) and VTubers, Bluey, Gravity Falls, Spiderverse, and a biiiit of ROTTMNT. I will probably add and subtract as I please. Unfortunately, I do not participate in the Hetalia community as much anymore (Formerly I was “the real life APH PA”) but eventually nostalgia might come for me. I am still mad about my box set. But mutual feel free to stick around ❤️ I love seeing you guys.

If you want to see more of something, feel free to let me know! Ask or DM. Please. I’m begging you. I like friends.

FREE PALESTINE!

alright now for warnings: 

Minors: 13+ please, enter at your own risk. I would label my blog as DNI if i felt it was inappropriate, but I don’t think it is? I know ya’ll hear worse at school, so consider this like a big sister blog. I feel most of the subject matter I reblog is either entertaining or important. Content warnings: harsh language, mild sexual themes and references but never explicit material, mild violence and world/US news *Most importantly though Please be safe on the internet tho. I am not responsible for you, you are. Duck out if you are not comfortable, it’s always ok to do that. BE SAFE*

Tagging: i barely tag things guys i am so sorry. but like enter at your own risk especially if you have triggers. It’s not that i don’t care, its that I forget and am super duper lazy :( (but at least I am honest). 

DNI: TERF/Radfem/Gender criticals or exclusionists (also, I think mspec lesbians are valid so fuck off with that TERF noise), sexists, Racists, antisemites, Fascists/Qanon/conservative, homophobes, white supremecists. If you think I might be talking about you, I probably am. Fuck off Nazi Punks!!!

This blog is pro-Palestine, anti-Zionist, and I don’t put up with antisemitism. It’s a complicated topic but if you believe it’s ok to kill and displace people and bulldoze the land they’ve lived on for generations, you’re in the wrong place.

Other:

Cats are better than dogs. Sorry I make my own rules, no arguments taken.

Don’t be afraid to block me if its what you need to do, i won’t get offended.

I have a NSFW blog, @chubbykats ! Please follow me over there if you find it interesting ;D

Please feel free to interact with me or send me memes. (I promise I will try not to bite!)

Always happy to have a mutual :)

[123freemoviesfun]

Review of "Deadloch," a parody detective series about a series of murders in a coastal town

The body of soccer player Trent (Barry Wheeler) is found on a beach by a lake in the small Tasmanian town of Dedlock. Local policewoman Dulcie (Kate Box), a focused and competent professional, takes up the case. But the next day an incompetent investigator from larger Darwin, Eddie (Madeleine Sami), arrives to help. Soon three more male corpses are found, all with their tongues cut out. Dulcie and Eddie conclude that there is a serial killer in Deadloch. And it is most likely a woman. Showrunners Kate McCartney and Kate McLennan admit to being big fans of detectives, especially the series "Murders on the Beach." The writers wanted to create a comedic version of the iconic British show on familiar Australian soil. At first, "Deadloch" seems purely a parody of the many TV series about maniacs and murders. But that's only one side of the project. If "True Detective" or "Top of the Lake" are dark suspenseful stories with no room for humor, the Australian project is filled with jokes, often quite vulgar. The first two episodes are not easy to get used to this kind of tone. The showrunners radically rethink the detective canon, turning the genre's many clichés upside down.

Kate Box as Dulcie in a shot from the series "Deadloch." A series of murders takes place in a small quiet town where everyone seems to know each other, but in fact everyone has a pile of skeletons in his closet. A comparison to "Twin Peaks" begs to be made. Ridiculous junior constables Sven (Tom Ballard) and Abby (Nina Oyama) would have looked organic in David Lynch's universe. Narcissistic coroner James (Nick Simpson-Dix) talks with an important air about the causes of death and marked marks on corpses, as is common in one-liners, but gets it wrong time after time and misses valuable clues. Instead of a couple of investigators who have known each other for a long time and work as a team, the case is handled by willy-nilly partners. It seems that neither Dulcie nor Eddie have never been looking for killers before, and the mutual sympathy between colleagues at the beginning there is no, only competition. The Dedlock policewoman was more likely to write parking tickets and help overindulged farmers get home. Eddie's past is murky.

Madeleine Sami in a swarm of Eddie in a shot from the TV series "Deadloch." In today's classic detectives and thrillers, suspense is heightened with disturbing music and a dark gray on-screen color scheme. Creators of "Deadloch" flirt with the traditional trappings of the genre, but constantly dilute the tension with situational humor and ridiculous situations. Sharp-tongued Eddie jokes about her period, then about the orientation of the locals, but more often simply can not remember the names of her colleagues. Dulcie's overprotective wife Kat (Alicia Gardiner) is always popping in to work with a muffin or a salad. The whole town is interested in the series of murders, and Mayor Alaina (Sueen Youssef) genuinely doesn't understand why the police don't put her on the case. And when all means are exhausted, the screenwriters use a forbidden trick and bring the loveliest seal Kevin to the forefront. The local celebrity will either block a tiny bridge, lounge at the front of the store, or make a funny sound. Yes, Dedlock is not the sweet, tranquil little town it first appears to be, but it's not a branch of hell on earth, either. In "Twin Peaks," Lynch balances on the curious edge of soap opera, mystery and comedy. "Deadloch" deftly offers viewers both a quality detective and an absurdist sitcom. There are a few brutal murders, but is that a reason to stop sneering? If the writers of the series were only parodying famous examples of the mystery genre, but not telling a substantive story, the project would be boring by about the second series. "Deadloch" teases out the same dystopian investigations, but remains an intriguing whodunit detective. The circle of suspects is constantly changing, previously unknown details of the victims' personal lives emerge and the number of murders grows. The Australian series reminds us that a provincial town is not only a scary place, but also a funny place. With each episode, following the developments in the Tasmanian outback becomes more and more interesting. Read the full article

[gurumakakari]

This will serve as the first chapter when the story is going in sequential order and not devolving into snapshots when I inevitably distract myself with writing nothing but hypno battles between pretty wrestler girls

1

So this was it. This was what it felt like to make it to the big time. Sure, the Remix Wrestling Federation had endured its fair share of scrutiny and drama over the past year or so, but to someone like Chloe Black, it still had all the makings of the kind of place where a lifelong dream can come true. It hadn't been an easy road to get here. Never really is in the world of professional wrestling. You need to possess the right combination of looks, charisma, wrestling ability, and a mind that can deal with setback after setback. And while the humble and modest Chloe might have said she probably lacked in some of those areas, it was clear to outside observers that she had…something.

She had started training at the age of 16, which was technically not allowed in the States. But she had gotten around all that by consistently lying about her age, and most trainers didn't really care so long as the checks cleared. Her road had been bumpy. Injuries, having to work two other jobs to keep paying all the bills, homesickness. Through it all, however, she had kept her head down and persevered. With the help of a few of her friends, she had made her way onto a showcase event where she was scouted by RWF decision makers. By the end of that day, Chloe walked away with a contract offer in hand.

Maybe she wasn't the best and brightest out there, but she had certainly popped during that show. It hadn't hurt that her opponent that day had been Daphne Dean, only one of her best friends since her teenage years. Daphne had been signed to RWF for a few months by then and had gone out of her way to let Chloe shine in the match. Only two women had gotten signed after that showcase event, Chloe and the woman who bumped past her left shoulder on her way into the locker room.

"Maybe don't stand in the doorway?" snarled Zoe Lacroix, not even bothering to look over her shoulder as she stomped her way through.

Black shook it off and made a mental note to try and extend the olive branch. The two of them hadn't gotten off to the best of starts after Chloe had accidentally interrupted Zoe during a FaceTime call with her coach. She could tell Zoe was going to be someone she needed to get in good with. There was a star quality to her that had her earmarked as a future top star. And that wasn't just Chloe's opinion. Evelyn Taylor had said as much during the meeting where the two of them were offered contracts. Zoe had a cute face, flaming pink hair, and the whole world out ahead of her. Chloe couldn't help but feel envious.

She nervously stepped into the locker room, taking a look around to get a read on the situation. It wasn't easy considering she only knew most of the women in here from watching them on television. Where should she even start? Zoe was already making the rounds, breezily introducing herself. Her shift in tone had been a total 180 from the way she had spoken to Black just moments prior. But just as Chloe's spirits were starting to crater, she spotted Daphne sitting on a bench and adjusting her ankle socks.

Chloe smiled and waved but wasn't able to head in Daphne's direction before there was a huge slap on her back. It was a friendly one, but it startled her all the same.

"What's up, toots?"

Toots? Chloe turned around to see Kat Action. Kat had come in around the same time as Daphne and was already starting to be regularly featured on RWF programming. She was sporting a gray hoodie, and her hair was tied back in a messy bun. It was as if she had rolled out of bed and headed to the arena for today's taping. But she was smiling at Chloe, so Black felt obliged to return the favor.

"In your gear already?" Kat asked in that same playful tone. "Don't tell me you drove all the way here looking like that. We've got a hair and makeup team for a reason, ya know. Sheeeesh. Rookies!"

Chloe's cheeks couldn't help but turn scarlet, which only induced Kat to reach over and give one a pinch.

"Aren't you a cutie patootie? Yeah, I knew they were gonna bring you in. You and, well, her." Kat gestured over towards Zoe with her thumb, her smile faltering for just a moment. "But, hey, welcome to the show. I can take you for a spin around the locker room if you'd like."

Chloe suddenly had stars in her eyes. Kat had an undeniable confidence to her that made Black want to learn everything about her. She was cool, calm, collected, and everything Chloe hoped she could be someday. It would have taken a complete fool to turn down such a nice offer. But Action was already taking her by the shoulders to guide her around the area without so much as waiting for an answer.

Kat didn't bother introducing Chloe to anyone, preferring to simply give Black the rundown on her read of the situation. There was Alexis Valentine, the nerdy cosplayer who always had a quip handy. Amoeba and Fenomena, a couple of punk rock girlfriends who had a penchant for PDA. Sinn Maddox, who had flawlessly transitioned from MMA to pro wrestling stardom. Himeko, the joshi legend who swore Duolingo had helped her become bilingual in under a month. Aurora, who was always livestreaming to her army of wealthy simps. The list went on and on.

Chloe had so many questions she wanted to ask but couldn't find a break in Action's stream of consciousness to butt in. She found herself staring at Ginny Stark and Olivia Owens. The two of them sat across from one another on a bench, facing one another. Ginny appeared to be helplessly staring at Olivia while Owens spoke softly and slowly. "Uh…"

"Oh, don't mind that. A lot of the girls around here have a little game they like to play. Basically like a staring contest. You want my advice? Don't get mixed up in it. You'll put some of them out if you say no, but believe me when I tell you it's a lot better than the alternative."

As if on cue, Irene Quinn suddenly entered the room to a gale of laughter. She was dressed like a maid and had the blankest expression Chloe had ever seen. Black couldn't help but be alarmed at what she was seeing, especially when Irene walked right up to Himeko, curtsied, and began helping the joshi legend dress for her upcoming match.

"Dude, don't worry about it, alright? Irene lost to Himeko, so this is the punishment they worked out. Stay with me here, toots."

"But she looks so--"

"Forget about it. Trust me. I've got you."

"I don't even know you."

Kat looked hurt, and Chloe immediately regretted saying that. But Action bounced back with a wink. "I guess I'll have to work on changing that, huh? Oh, and one little piece of advice. Maybe change up the gear? You don't want people to get the impression you're working with two different cup sizes, eh?"

Action walked away, giggling to herself. Chloe looked down at her top. C. B. That thought had never even occurred to her. They were just her chosen initials! Suddenly feeling like everything was going wrong, Chloe had to bite her bottom lip to contain the swirling emotions. Maybe Kat was just trying to loosen her up with a joke.

"Hey, she's weird, huh? Kind of sleazy. Perverted. I mean, who picks a name like Action? We're not in a Spy Kids movie." Daphne must have picked up on what Chloe was going through and had placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I don't know," Chloe said, allowing herself one sniffle before smiling. "I think it's great. I think everything's just great."

[mtnkat3]

Oh sometimes.. sigh. D'oh!

How about when I had gotten chores done & stopped to take a shower.. was just a good, no tripping time. Grin. Was thinking about you .. my secret garden master suite shower I've had in my head & been redesigning oh since 1993. Glass, rock, plants, copper, wood, wrought & cast iron... dilemma I've been stumped on but maybe now.. a classy clawfoot tub.. with whirlpool jets.🤔😏 but... want a big comfy one to enjoy with you too! Alas, dilemma. I'm kinda the type to cleanse in a shower then soak with jets all my aches. Cause dirty water..ew.🤭🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

but... I get all relaxed &....dang cgm falls off! Of all the! Wth. So. Had to scrub off adhesive & put on a new one. [Luckily I found a place I can buy spares to have when..it falls off days early! Gr!] Anyways.. got my leopard print camo lounge set on. Grin. Now back to work.

Oh! I was thinking about pets & poor pup that was barking like crazy. Since I've never had a dog I cannot say from experience, but.. why have a dog if not to have it with the family? I don't get that one. Of course around here I think the poor babies are just about status, & not the animal.

I mean my mini horse sized neighbor dog isn't much about barking. But something interesting, he looks at me & just wants some love.. but he hates wh. So I think he has a dilemma at times. That's when I'm outside & he too.

I don't know if I've ever said.. but I used to be terrified of dogs. Chow cornered me in a street 9yo. But now I just be my calm self, show them attention, talk to them, look at them with respect & I usually get a lap full of love. To me that's more enjoyable than all the people running around & being loud.

I'd rather have fur babies surrounding me. I talk with them, learn their body language & just relax. I only get tense when they react negatively. I don't like that pronounced jaw snarl. Think that & teeth kinda triggers tension.

Why I get so upset about how certain breeds have been given a raw deal. I have first hand experience of witnessing dogs chained to tires & trees for fighting. When my dad took that bad person on is when I learned about social responsibility.

I do not like animals being mistreated for humanity. Want me to get pissed & on my soapbox. That'll do it. Animal mistreatment.. human mistreatment. Gets me.. low growl. Maybe that's why my cat is forcing my attention on her! Lmao!

Ookk! Since my cat is now draped over my arm & hand.. guess time to zip it. Lmao!

[11.6# draped over right forearm. She ain't a lightweight kitty!]

Just.. you .. animals.. make me smile. Even when the world around me is gloomy & gray. When I feel alone, lost, scared, unknowing of what is going on. I smile. And thank God. 🎶

I know the time is nearly upon me. I know it. My soul is knowing this.

So I work. Listen. Await.

~True love never dies & true love always waits!.~

Your complex quirky warrior queen daughter.

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️🌺🐾🐯

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Sa.11.19.2022 2.50pm est.

[leleamo]

the portal took Dr. Viper and Purple to the city hall, in Manx's office, in front of Michelle, she was sitting at the window, looking at them, disappointed

"you failed." she turned around "I'll take you back to our dimension, see you later"

"wait!" Purple stood up as he accidentally interrupted his father "Lara.. is she okay..?"

"...Yes, no need to worry, see you later" Michelle said without looking at the two, as another larger portal opened and the two returned to their house

Michelle sighed, looking at Lara, her cousin and her uncles sitting in front of the city hall, both very bored, while Lara slept on Molly's lap.

"heavens, where are the Enforcers? We only saw them pass by here and nothing else! If I had known it would be so boring I would have stayed at home!" said Molly, petting Lara

"You don't even want to steal a good amount of money! What do you want me to do??" Mac responded, screaming

"don't scream! you'll wake up Monika!" shouted Molly back

"stop taking care of that girl like she was a baby!" Mac replied.

"We left her in an orphanage when we were arrested! She was 8 years old! I didn't even have time to be this girl's mother! It's the least I can do! And you too!"

The two continued fighting, but the big sand and glass monster heard perfectly, it looked at them, and smiled, while making a small globe of sand and glass on top of the three, laughing and happy, while the Metallikats got scared and got up, Molly tried to shoot but nothing had any effect..

Then, the sand and glass became a place they both knew, a bus stop, a heavy rain, and Molly, from the past, she was still the flesh and blood Kat, a maid's outfit and tied hair, returning from work

"oh is this a movie of my past life? what the fuck is this?" Molly said, holding Lara in her arms, still sleeping

"oh I remember that day! that's how we meet! I arrived in my car and asked if you wanted a ride, you accepted, wow I had forgotten how beautiful you looked in that uniform..." Mac said, looking at Molly from past from above below, if he had flesh and blood, he would be blushing

but Molly slapped him on the back of the head "and you also remember how much I hated this job, right Mac?!"

"yes yes, I was sad when you stopped wearing that uniform" He says in a playful tone

"Mac..." she pointed the gun at his head "okay okay! I'm stop, woman!" he said laughing, as the sand and glass became another backdrop

Since then the place had become more brutal, it looked like a mafia place, dark and perfect for hiding a corpse, on the wall, hanging, three she-kats, one blonde, the other with black hair, and one gray, both wearing fancy dresses and dead with shot in the head, in front of them, there was Mac, happy, showing them as if they were a prize to Molly, who was already wearing her classic blue outfit, scared

"oh this day! heavens! you killed my boss and her daughters!" said Molly, apparently still a little scared about the situation

"you were always complaining about them! I did you a favor! hehehe! and then I asked you to marry me! you almost fainted! hahah!" he said with love

"who wouldn't faint with three dead kats in you front? you idiot!!" Molly said.

"I'm your idiot, forever" he said showing the ring, with a cute smile, Molly smiled back as she turned her face, touching her ring, and again, the sand and glass became another scene..

now it was something not so much bleeding, but rather sad, in front of an orphanage, Molly, saying goodbye to her daughter, aged 8, crying, hugging her mother...

"..." they both remained silent, that moment hurt, they had lost everything, their freedom and their daughter.

"10 years... 10 years without seeing this little girl..." Molly hugged Lara as she spoke, Mac wasn't close to Lara, but he cared about her, he smiled

then the sand and glass changed again, becoming familiar scenes, until the sand and glass returned to the monster, who smiled at Metallikats, who sat down again

"that wasn't so bad..." said Mac "it took away my boredom a bit..." Molly said looking at Mac "hey, I know what we can do, how about we destroy some things in Manx's office? " said Mac, smiling "okay" Molly stood up next to Mac, as they went inside the city hall, Molly carrying Lara on her right shoulder

"How did this girl not wake up?" Mac asked.

"I don't even know" said Molly

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Rocking Red: 9 Stylish Street Style Looks for Winter

Bright red is the star of winter fashion, adding energy and flexibility. People on the street are going for bold red sweaters, festive clothes, and mixing them with regular favorites. Follow Kendall Jenner’s lead by adding red bags and shoes for a quick style boost. The lasting popularity of bright red means these pieces will stay stylish. Check out and buy the coolest bright red items for the season ahead.

A Red Ballet Pump with a Matching Red Tight

Move over, black tights! In Paris Fashion Week, Kat Collings stood out in striking red tights, matched with shiny red ballet shoes from Repetto. To make the look cooler, she wore a worn-in leather jacket from By Malene Birger over a soft gray cashmere sweater. No need for pants in this stylish outfit!

An Oversized Bomber Jacket With a Red Crewneck Sweater

Making your outfit better is easy – just add a splash of color. Look at this street-style fan: they wore a bright red crewneck sweater under a big leather jacket. They completed the look with short black shorts, tights, and tall riding boots.

A Classic Blue Button-Up With a Red Sequin Midiskirt

Embrace everyday sequins this winter – a stylish choice proven during Paris Fashion Week. A chic Parisian effortlessly paired her red sequin midiskirt with a timeless blue button-up and elegant loafers. Take this as your perfect reason to continue dressing festively well beyond the New Year.

An All-Red Outfit With a Brown Suede Bootie

This fashion-forward attendee believes in the beauty of monochromatic ensembles. To add a subtle touch of contrast to her all-red outfit, she opted for a pair of brown suede booties, such as the ones featured from Staud below.

A Classic Camel Coat With a Red Layering Essential

Even your most dependable wardrobe essentials can be elevated. This show attendee elevated her timeless camel coat by adding a cherry red tee as a stylish layer. Paired with slouchy blue jeans and embellished kitten heels, the outcome is a daily ensemble that commands front-row attention.

A Little Red Minidress With a Knee-High Boot

Similar to the timeless LBD, a little red minidress exudes both versatility and sophistication. Our admiration grows as we witness how this attendee at Copenhagen Fashion Week effortlessly paired her sequined Ganni mini with knee-high boots featuring a pointed toe, all accentuated by a stylish leather jacket. With the party season upon us, this is a look we’re eager to replicate.

A Slim-Fitting Red Sweater With a Red Midiskirt

At the Burberry spring 2024 show in London, a local fashion enthusiast showcased the brand’s iconic checked midiskirt paired elegantly with a form-fitting red sweater. Bringing the ensemble together were a stylish pair of chunky biker boots. The color palette stays true to classic aesthetics while staying perfectly on trend.

A Little Red Handbag With a Cropped Trench Coat

Kendall Jenner, true to form, introduces the latest must-have accessory: the sizzling Gucci mini Jackie 1961 bag in ruby red. She effortlessly paired it with a cropped trench coat and complementing loafers, setting a new standard in style.

An Everyday Red Dress With a Chunky Black Boot

Think of an everyday red dress as a stylish substitute for the classic LBD. At London Fashion Week, a trendsetter showcased her velvet rendition, pairing it with chunky lug-sole boots and a charming hair accessory.

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"SpongeBob SquarePants: Battle for Bikini Bottom" Robot Poll

I'm going to ask you all a question if you've ever played this game. If you've ever played "SpongeBob SquarePants: Battle for Bikini Bottom", then you'll know that Plankton's robots are your enemies. If there's any robot you could turn from bad to good and keep them, which one of Plankton's robots (not counting the three main bosses) would you adopt? And what would you use your selected robot for?

There's all kinds of them, so before taking the poll down below, I have descriptions and links for each one.

LIST OF PLANKTON'S ROBOTS

Fodder - A small robot with a cube-shaped head, a hexagonal green eye, and a black wheel for mobility. It wields a black stick topped with a red electrical orb in its left hand. Nifty electrical touch attack. Not tall enough to ride most roller coasters, but more vicious than a pack of rabid clams.

Ham-Mer - A large cylindrical robot with green eyes, a green mouth, and a green glowing compartment on its chest. It uses a water wheel to move around, and its right arm is a large bamboo pole with a ham on it with "Mer" written on the ham. Impressive meat byproduct attack. Smarter than it looks. Goes well with broccoli and a nice Chianti.

Tar-Tar - A humanoid robot that carries a large container of tartar sauce attached to a device strapped around its back that lets it shoot it out at its enemies. Uncanny flying tartar sauce attack. Smells somewhat better than stale fish.

Chomp-Bot - A very small, dog-like robot with razor-sharp teeth. They contain poisonous gas in their bodies. Somewhat unstable critter. Beware his stinky doggy breath. Likes to chew toys, random citizens, and mimes.

G-Love - A green and purple robot with five arms wearing white latex gloves and resembles a flying saucer. Has the most vicious smack attack, hands down. Expert foot masseuse, lemon squeezer, and delightful hand puppet shows.

Chuck - a submarine-like flying robot with lime-green eyes and a gloved robot arm sticking out from the top, which is used to throw water missiles. Annoying missile attack. Likes to throw tantrums... and other various military grade disobedience. Not terribly friendly.

Monsoon - A robot that wears a big pair of square glasses. It carries a red and white umbrella on its back, allowing it to float in the air (meaning attacks that can head upwards are its main weaknesses). It also carries a remote that it uses to generate and control electrically charged storm clouds. Shocking electrical attack. Rather sensitive. Reads poetry, likes plants, and enjoys zapping wandering denizens.

Sleepy Time - A large, sleepy robot that casts a light around its personal space. This light turns red if anyone gets closer to it. In their awake form, Sleepy-Times are revealed to have green eyes. Mostly harmless... unless awoken. Somewhat moody. Likes to express himself by blasting everything in sight or finger painting.

Bomb-Bot - Resembles a bomb and behaves like an Arf-Dawg. Bot follow you, go "boom". This is just the bot to get for the friend you like least.

Arf - Large robots who are dressed like cowboys: they feature a sheriff's badge, a mustache, boots, a belt, a large cowboy hat, and a doghouse. This here's one mean varmint... packs a .45 caliber "Kat Krusher" - most powerful doghouse made.

Arf-Dawgs - A dog-like robot who behaves a lot like the Bomb-Bot.

BZZT-Bot - Small robots that are equipped with a light green laser eye with a yellowish tinge. Their metal body is gray and each of their hands only has three fingers. A BZZT-Bot's face is shaped like a square. Lemon-scented gamma ray attack. Somewhat unpredictable. Borrows money without returning it, blasts things at random.

Tublet - robots that wear a striped red/white helicopter hat and have lime-green eyes. They also ride on a pink hippo floaty. Comes in threes, or in six packs with coupon. Inexplicable jello attack. Stays crunchy, even in milk.

Slick - Massive robots that tower above most other non-boss robots. Their torsos, shoulders, and hands are chrome along with their head, and they have lime-green eyes. Instead of having legs they have three inner tubes that they use for mobility, apparently by gliding across the ground. They hold what appear to be an oil can in their left hand and a bubble wand in their right hand. Disgusting oil blob attack. Doesn't wear underwear or bathe very regularly. Just the kind of bot your mother warned you about, kids.

Now, let's move on with the poll below. This poll will last for one week only, so don't delay. You can also use the list above for more help with your choice. Also, after voting you can also leave comment about what changes you would make to your adopted robot.