#killing one of few people that were nice to kitty is a dumb move

[kurtty-drabbles]

Lovecraft au of au part 2

N/A: Lovecraft Kurt has no mercy in his bones.

@djinmer4

Professor Cuffe has a class each Tuesday and Thursday. Math is a subject that usually is taught in more days, however, Professor instructed to do in such days. Is not common to Professor to have that much control over schedule, yet, people ended up accepting his suggestion.

Today is Wednesday. A free day for Professor Cuffe as his eyes closes and his hands make spirals move on the glass of his window absently to the everything or so it appears.

"Speak before I cut your tongue out," Kurt said still with his eyes shut down. He can hear the screams and begs of the mercy of dozens of humans, aliens and demons. Is so funny!

"Lord Nyarlathotep" Agatha dares to speak his name(dreading to invade her core as the name itself is a taboo among witches and wizards) realizing that if she did go this far to meet him in person(literally in person) then there´s no excuse to dance around the issue. "I came here to beg for forgiveness"

Nyarlathotep only humming a tone ignoring the woman altogether. His finger still draws the spirals and his reflection shows his satisfaction by the gesture(the screams, cries and begs increase to a higher pitch until it ceased to exist)

"Forgiveness?"  Now Kurt faces Agatha. The older witch bemused as the woman grovels on the floor speaking once again.

"Please, punish those who did wrong by her, but please, spare the innocents, what Stephen did does not reflect our race. Please, spare the mankind"

"I don´t forgive Agatha" his words are cold and deep "however, the human race will live another day...for now" his words aren´t that comforting but Agatha takes what she can. Gods can be incredibly frivolous sometimes and it is best adviced to not anger them.

Agatha is still grovelling. Not feeling safe to rose from her place nor that he is done.

"Your precious magic club will have a severe cut, will that be a problem for you?"

"No, I understand you want revenge for what it happened," Agatha said. Her magic sometimes is a curse(She, eventually, sees herself as Cassandra, has a gift useful but no one listens to her.)"You want to ..." words die on her lips. It is easy to understand his motivations.

"I can´t kill you, she would be heartbroken by that, count yourself lucky," Kurt said his eyes are in that scarlet and golden way and Agatha refuses to even look at him. Do not look at him unless he wants, and Nyarlathotep sure does not want to look to a human right now.

His eyes narrow at the door as his expression finally soften since the confrontation.

"And that is the result of the equation, Agatha" Kurt explained and Agatha realized that she is not on the floor anymore, she stands up and is looking at a whiteboard having her back facing the door. She didn´t do this by herself.

"Agatha?" Kitty´s voice rings loud in the empty classroom. Agatha sigh in relief(his other half is here. And his other half has no reason to want Agatha dead or torture) "One of your surprise visits?" Agatha feels her heart beats loudly and looking at mastering all her poker face, all her magic to calm her down is prove futile with her(his other half, oh, the seal is really weak if not gone by now)

"Are you ok?" Kitty asked.  The two hugs, a familiarity that Nyarlathotep is used(Agatha can´t overcome her welcome here),  and finally. Kitty´s hands have the familiar crystal blue and this is all the confirmation she needs. A few words were exchanged and it seems there´s no danger. Kitty is still Agatha´s cute pupil. The older woman sigh at this situation.

"Sorry, my dear," Agatha can call Kitty this way as is a British way but she should watch out for what Nyarlathotep would think of pet names for his other half "Professor Cuffe was explaining an equation to me, I didn't understand and you know me, I like to learn new things"

Kitty looks at the said equation and Agatha didn´t even noticed that HIM created one in thin air. When entering the room the whiteboard was clean, now, there´s a complex equation there. It seems to catches Kitty´s eyes.

"Professor Cuffe, can you explain to me?" Kitty asked a bit bashful "I´m not getting the point"

"Oh, I love to explain equations, especially to my favourite student. Now you see to get to this result, I have to cut down lots of numbers on the right" Kurt give a grin as he continues "those numbers are actually useless"

Agatha is between a vengeful God and a clueless (not awaken) Godness and both are talking about Math.

"Agatha, do you want to know the university?" Kitty asked

"Well, I´m sure Professor Cuffe would like to talk more about math with you, besides, I only came here to see how you are, still don´t like the American system of learning. Oh, don´t bother mention cell phones, I hate those things,"

"I´m fine...well, one day at a time, Agatha," she said with confidence."I´ll get better, I´ll get over eventually"

"I know you will. Now, I must go, I got a bunch of new students and they are hopeless" she shakes her head and says her goodbyes to Professor Cuffe(Kitty noticed how she is treating the man with utter respect)

"Oh Agatha, please, do come back, again" Kurt suggested in a good manner and Kitty smiles at him.

"Of course, as soon as possible, Kitty take care of yourself" with her last farewell. Agatha is gone.

When she arrives home. She can relax, a little, and curse Stephen´s name.

"Fool you almost doomed the entire world"

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

okay here me out

A touch deprived reader but that's not all 😀

They don't understand emotions well.

Like can you do something with bandages, angry ginger, kinda furry friend. (Haven't requested him before XD)

Just like a reader who is crying but doesn't understand the tears a,d is all confused and just gets attention and their just like wtf but end up liking it and crying more as t&ey try to explain?

Emotionless ? | Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi x normally emotionless crying reader |

Hope you like it friend. I’ve also decided to call me followers peeps :) So you are now a peep. 

Dazai-

He’d never seen your face in anything but a single emotion, numb.

He never saw you show shock, surprise, joy, love, not even amusement.

Even he grasped some emotions. And he considered his ability to be the perfect description of himself.

He’d known you since the port mafia days.

You were one of the many feared people among the mafia, known as the emotionless angel of death. You even killed subordinates who stepped from line or messed up. 

You had changed, but it was near impossible to tell. There was a little more light in your eyes. They weren't as dead now.

So imagine the shock of the former mafia executive when he spots your grip on your phone loosen. When it fell to the floor and your head tilted to the side, he was up from his chair to turn you to face him.

The pure shock would at first scare him.

He’d move away watching as you blinked and touched your cheek over and over trying to form words only for those light whimpers to leave.

He’d hesitantly approach you. He wasn’t all that good with touch and comfort, but he knew you needed it.

At first, your body would be rigid, and he’d argue with himself. Unsure if you wanted him to let go.

It was weird to see your eyes open in shock as you moved your hands to wrap around him. 

It was even weirder when you dug your head to his chest and rubbed it on the fabric as if this was something new.

The tears fell faster as you held onto him. He ran his hands over your back as you cried.

“Please… don’t leave me Dazai.” his heart nearly combusted with your words. He’d never heard such desperation, fear, and sadness mixed in your voice.

“I…” how could he promise that he wouldn't? He was one day going to succeed right? He’d leave this world. “For as long as I live… I won’t” he was careful with the wording, but it seemed enough.

As your body relaxed and you pulled away, his hand cupped your cheek.

Once more your eyes widened before they fluttered shut. When you pressed to his touch with a soft hum, he wiped the stray tears with his thumb.

Were you… touch starved? He knew what it felt like to crave affection from somebody. He too basked in this, but he knew the feeling. He got what he needed from his pestering. This was more fulfilling though. The warmth of your skin on his hand was like touching heaven.

The more you leaned into the small touch, the more he wanted to just hold you until you could smile.

That’s what he did. Until the smallest of light jumped into your eyes as they opened, until that feather of a smile popped on your lips, he held onto you like he was your life-line.

Chuuya-

Chuuya is used to seeing your stoic expression and the drained voice when you talk to him.

He was not ready to deal with you showing emotion.

You were joining him for a drink and without even being all that drunk you looked down at the glass and tears just fell. 

It took him some time to process this. His head would tilt as he watched you sniffle.

He realized what was going on before you did. “Are you crying?” he asked seeing the water land in puddles beneath your chin.

“What’s that?” Chuuya would dead-pan at you. Trying to figure out how to explain an emotion to somebody who clearly had no understanding of how emotions worked was… difficult.

“It’s the reaction to being sad?”

“What’s being sad?”

“What you are right now.”

“I don’t understand it?”

“Of course you don’t…. I… just come here, damn it.”

“Why?”

“I’m just gonna show you what happens when you're sad, stupid dumb-ass!” he’d shout a little.

Another emotion you would likely never get. Why did people get angry? Why did they shout? Was there a point?

You walked to him with your head tilted trying to get the tears to stop. “Am I sad?”

“Well yeah? You’re crying so you're sad. It usually feels like your chest is all heavy and your head gets a little cloudy. You might wanna lash out, drop to your knees, blame the world, idk, there is a lot that happens when you're sad. It happens to people because sometimes it’s how you just stay sane.” he would explain the emotion as he pulled you down.

When he holds your back to his chest you’d freeze in shock. 

He would hesitate and almost let you stand back up. 

When you lean back slowly touching his gloved hands he’d keep you close. Removing one of his gloves, he'd let you hold it. “Soft.”

“Tch.”

You stayed like that for a while before slowly bringing his hand to your face. Putting it against your cheek you began to cry more. The feeling was nice and it filled your chest with a weirdly light sensation. “My chest… it feels light.”

“Happiness.” Chuuya would mumble.

He set his chin on your shoulder enjoying the physical contact.

It had been a while since he’d had somebody so close to himself.

He’d eventually find a way to cuddle. He’s big on cuddles.

It would confuse you at first but you would learn it was nice.

Without much thought, you would snuggle close trying to gain as much physical touch as possible.

He’d hold you like that until you stopped crying.

Out of trust and loyalty, he doesn't press for answers, he simply waits until you're ready to talk.

If you are never ready, he waits for you to leave the cuddles.

If you don’t leave the cuddles, he'll stay until the bar closes or until you two get tossed out, or have to work.

Atsushi- (forgive me if this is bad…. I don’t really pay enough attention to the kitty)

He’s so used to seeing nothing from your face when he’s caught alone with you crying, he's just shocked.

Then he’s scared. He had no idea how or why this happened to you.

Despite the tears, you still look really emotionless. He can’t tell if you're sad, in pain, or happy.

He’ll probably awkwardly waddle around before nervously asking if you were okay.

When your voice is nothing but whimpers, he fears he made you more upset (poor kitty)

He’s good with comfort, but he had no idea how to comfort somebody who rarely shows emotions.

His first reaction is to do what Dazai has done with him a few times. He rubs his hand in your hair.

When it shocks you he backs up.

The moment the touch left your chest felt heavy again.

This time you take the initiative and grab his hand, placing it back on your head.

He looks at you confused before rubbing your hair again.

You feel a comfortable tightness in your chest as well as a small warmth in your cheeks.

You try to put a name to it recalling the definitions of emotions, but it falls under too many.

Eventually, Atsushi would sum it up. The best way to comfort you was to let you know whatever you were holding in or hiding didn't have to be done alone.

The best way to do this (in his thoughts) is to pull you into a hug. It’s more than awkward, and he’s really self-conscious.

When he sees the way your body relaxes and presses to his body, he'll blush but also know he’s doing something right.

He won’t move or anything afraid of messing up or hurting you more.

When your tears stop, he'll smile kindly as he always does. “Feel better?”

When you look at him and think you decide that you were feeling something close to happiness right now. The light flutter of your heart leads you to try and copy his smile.

He’s shocked but chuckles at how you could be cute.

He’ll get flustered after that crosses his mind.

You recognize that one from shows and you don’t understand why you suddenly copy that expression.

You both end up moving from the other, spurting words before bowing simultaneously. 

When you giggle you’re shocked with yourself and press a finger to your lips. He’ll smile kindly once more.

“You should show emotion like this more. I think it’s really uh nice wh-when you… you, uh nevermind!”

“I think… I think I’ll try… since Atsushi-Kun asked so nice I’ll try.” you were back to emotionless again but the feeling you had felt, you held onto them as he waved to you and left.

[sunnyoldbear]

I’m no artist but all I think about is Luca so here are my headcanons for them when they’re older!

Luca:

As I said in a previous post, he gets a bit thicker as he grows since his whole family is on the thicker side and he’s very skinny.

His tail gets longer as he gets older and he’s like a little kitty with it. When he’s in the water, he sleeps on his stomach with it curled completely around him. He also wraps his tail around Alberto and Giulia at times if there’s ever a time where it’s raining or something when they’re in the surface.

He’s the shortest of the trio and he hates that with every fiber of his being. Neither of them let him forget it.

He loves space more than the movie lets on, and that’s saying something. He has read almost every book he can find on it and he rambles about it every day.

He is still pretty clumsy and his arms always have a few bruises or scrapes on them. He likes putting colorful bandaids on his cuts because he likes the colors.

He loves helping Giulia’s mom with painting! Not just modeling for her, but just painting with her or learning. It reminds him of Alberto. He’s not… good at it, but he loves it.

Oh he loves dogs. He’s still a little scared of cats after Machiavelli, but Nerone is his baby and he would do anything for that little pup.

Has a massive sweet tooth!

As expected, he loves learning about Vespas and how they work and everything. He does his research and writes letters to Alberto about the best books to read about Vespas to ensure they buy or make the very best one.

He’s always moving, just can’t sit still. He’s always bouncing his knee or kicking his legs or drumming his fingers. He just can’t help it. (He’s neurodivergent yes, but this is the 50s so…)

Still has very fishy sayings that no one but him, his family, and Alberto understand.

Can ramble for hours about the sea and how he can relate it to space. He still loves water and tends to list the names of his goatfish under his breath when he’s stressed to calm himself down. He still misses wrangling them, but he is so happy that he’s free.

Spends hours working on his handwriting because he doesn’t like how messy it is. He wants it to be perfect.

He’s very self conscious about most human things he does. The only thing he isn’t self conscious about is his swimming abilities, but he hides it pretty well. He’s most self conscious about his intelligence, or lack thereof. He’s meant to be at Giulia’s level of intelligence but since he was raised in the ocean, he knows next to nothing and so he has to work extra hard to get good grades. He stresses a lot about it and sobs if he gets a bad grade.

He’s a surprisingly good cook. It just relaxes him.

He loves flowers and learned how to make flower crowns.

He also loves collecting seashells he finds because it reminds him of home.

Like many agree, he is terrified of bugs, but he could never hurt one.

He’s very emotional, but that’s canon so.

His letters to Alberto are typically very long and full of emotions and things about his day, as well as random things. He doesn’t mind Alberto’s shorter letters, and he saves them in a box under his bed.

Every time he sees Alberto again he practically tackles him in a hug. The first time, both of them fell straight to the floor and were bruised for days.

He loves stuffed animals. Since it’s not “manly” to keep them, he gets them “for Giulia” and then puts them on his bed. (Modern day, he wouldn’t give a damn and just get them for himself)

Gets flustered super easily, as we see in canon. Be it an innocent romantic comment or a nice compliment, he goes super red and embarrassed, stumbling over his words.

Still says “silenzio Bruno” before he does anything he’s nervous to. Some kids at school are confused about it but he’s more confused at their confusion. How do they not know what a Bruno is? Isn’t it a human thing?

Loves to annotate his books. Associates certain books/book quotes with the people he loves and will give them those books or repeat the quote to them.

Though Genova is much more accepting than Portorosso, he is still bullied pretty badly when Giulia isn’t around, and sometimes even when she is. He pretends nothing happens or that it doesn’t bother him, but it does. It bothers him so, so much. Alberto can see right through him with ease and is there to remind him that everything is okay and he’s still loved. It helps, but not as much as Alberto thinks it does.

Even with the bullying, Luca loves school so, so much. That being said, he loves summer and being in Portorosso more.

Does that “look me in the eyes. You know I love you right?” thing he and his mother do to everyone he loves.

Alberto:

There is nothing he loves more than harassing Giulia. Being her brother, he loves to tease her, but will fight anyone who does the same.

Once decked Ercole. Got in trouble but Massimo secretly gave him a high five.

Cleaned up the island and erased the tallies he made for his father. He put some of Giulia’s fairy lights in there and has a few extra pillows, books in every corner and drawings all across the tower. He still has a lot of his human artifacts, but most of them are gone since he needs money for a Vespa.

His new tally board has “Reunion” scrawled at the top and its for waiting for his sister and best friend to return home.

Loves being a lifeguard.

Is super close to Machiavelli now and even adopted a stray to be his friend. Or uh… more than a friend, considering the big litter the cat soon fathered.

Alberto named all the kittens after fish.

He always draws things for Luca and eagerly waits his arrival.

Also has a massive sweet tooth, bigger than Luca’s.

Stores Luca’s letters away under his bed.

He and Massimo made Giulia’s hideout a proper treehouse and it’s now a study spot.

Has tons of books about Vespas. Massimo taught him to read and write.

He’s more self confident about his “human expertise” since he does it his own way.

One of the messiest eaters I swear to god-

Doesn’t care much about space, but he’ll listen to Luca ramble about it for hours without complaint.

Doesn’t really have anything he’s super interested in other than Vespas like how Luca likes space, but I might change my mind about that.

Loves watermelon!

His recklessness causes him to have as many bruises and scrapes as Luca’s clumsiness does, but he doesn’t care about putting bandaids on.

Alberto’s letters are pretty short but great!

Definitely bottles things up until he can’t anymore but he’s trying to get better.

Part of him feels guilty about catching and eating fish, but it’s hinted seamonsters eat fish so I’m accepting that as canon and saying he feels slightly less guilty about it. Definitely enjoys pasta more.

Loves the snow, especially when it means snowball fights. (Definitely throws them as hard as he can at Ercole. Son of a bitch deserves it.)

Oh yeah, he swears now. He’s heard a few swears around while making deliveries around the year and catches on. He makes a few of his own, too.

He just makes up words of his own as well as phrases. He doesn’t just convince Luca to say them. He convinces Massimo & Giulia as well as Luca’s fam. It’s a big, fun inside joke.

Loves turning into a sea monster and acting silly to make the kids around town smile.

Honestly he just loves being a sea monster. It’s great to be him. He feels free. It’s not as good a feeling as being on a Vespa, but it’s something.

He stares longingly at every Vespa he sees.

He probably named that girl cat Vespa or some variation of now that I think of it.

Giulia:

I see a lot of headcanons of her with glasses and I gotta say I love it! So, glasses Giulia!!!

Tallest of the three! Alberto hates her for it but she loves it.

She actually takes after her father more than she does her mother, contrary to popular belief.

Though she loves space, after her meeting with the boys, she’s thinking of marine biology. She stays up late every night researching everything aquatic. She constantly asks the boys about sea things and visits in that diver suit whenever she can.

She bullies Alberto as often as he bullies her. Their play fights look so aggressive that people think they’re actually trying to kill each other.

She’s constantly torn between chopping off all her hair or letting it grow out. She settles on leaving it medium length and tie it up.

A very yellow person! It’s everywhere. She loves it so much! The color of happiness, baby.

She’s the first to call Alberto part of the family, saying in a letter that her school wants to meet her brother. She got a letter from Massimo saying Alberto sobbed upon reading it.

Loves to paint with her mom but thinks bike riding is better. She loves that bike.

Harasses Alberto to put a sidecar on his Vespa for her. (Inspired by a drawing by aishimation on Instagram!)

Though she adore her mother, she’s a daddy’s girl and loves him so much.

Can and will punch anyone who calls her brother and her best friend a monster straight in the jaw

Hates her school uniform

Will also pour water all over Alberto just to piss him off

Summertime? I think you mean “training for the Portorosso Cup and also attack Alberto and Luca with a hose for a few months”

She loves to dance

Wants to get tattoos when she’s older

Very much a feminist and doesn’t care how much trouble she gets in for voicing what she knows is right

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More on the way probably. These dumb gay Italian fish and their ginger friend is all I think about dhdhjdhdvdh

[snowdice]

Little Kestrel (Part 5)[Birds of Different Feathers Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Patton & Virgil (future Virgil/Patton but not in this story)

Characters:

Main: Logan, Patton, Virgil

Appear: Thomas

Mentioned: Janus

Summary:

It was supposed to be a quick job either way. Either Virgil would assassinate King Thomas of Prijaznia or he’d be caught and get executed. Yet, when Virgil gets the wrong bedroom and gets caught by Prince Logan and his future royal advisor, Patton, the job ends up getting way more complicated for the 14-year-old. He also ends up sleeping in a (actually pretty comfortable) closet for a few weeks…

Notes: Implied/referenced child abuse, assassination attempt, knives, torture mentioned, captivity, teenagers being really dumb

This is a prequel to Kill Dear. I wrote it 100 words at a time on my blog, but this is the edited version. If you want to see how it was crafted, look at the tag proofread stories.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Virgil sat as still as he could in the dark space he’d been put in. He could feel the warning tingle of the binding magic at his wrists telling him not to move too much or else. He was just lucky that they’d chosen to use metal instead of cloth to apply the potion and that he’d been unconscious until it dried. He knew from experience that there was no escaping the pain that type of potion brought until it dried no matter how still you were. Now, at least, if he didn’t try to struggle against his binding it wouldn’t hurt him. It sucked because all he wanted to do was move. He wanted to struggle and pull against the binding at his wrist, but he couldn’t. Even if it wouldn’t put him in crippling amounts of pain, he’d still not be able to get away.

So, instead he just shook. He was such a fuck up. He couldn’t even remember the right room and now he was going to die. No, he was probably going to be tortured and then he was going to die. His breath came quicker and quicker the longer he remained in the closet. He’d tried to murder their king. He’d come into their prince’s bedroom in the middle of the night wielding a knife. There was no way he wasn’t going to be made to suffer for that. It didn’t matter how gently the prince and his… person had treated him so far.

He heard the muffled sounds of people approaching the closet and curled into himself. Oh, god he was going to die. He had been breathing quickly, but now he couldn’t breathe at all. It felt like someone had poured tar into his lungs. The closet door opened, and he flinched, curled into a ball and choking on nothing.

“Hey, hey,” a familiar voice said. Patton, Virgil’s mind offered: the other guy with the prince. When Virgil managed to flick his eyes open, he saw Patton had gotten to his knees in front of him. He dully noted that the boy had reached out and touched his shoulder. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry. Can you breathe for me?”

What was the point? He wondered, but after a few moments, he managed to suck in a couple of breaths.

When he managed to calm enough to look around, he noticed that instead of there being a bunch of castle guards standing around waiting to drag him off to some dungeon, it was just the prince and Patton again. He blinked up at them in confusion.

“There’s been a change of plans,” the prince explained.

“What?” Virgil asked dumbly. “What do you mean?”

“My father is going to be away for the next three weeks,” the prince said. “Considering you didn’t kill the guards and your only targets seems to be my father and perhaps myself, you are likely not a real danger to anyone if you escape and I’m willing to take the risk with myself. With that in mind, Patton and I have decided not to turn you in yet.”

Well what the hell did that mean? Was that good or bad? On one hand, it meant that he wouldn’t be executed yet, but what exactly did the prince want with him?

As Virgil began to freak out about the possibilities, the prince continued to speak, seemingly more to himself than to Virgil or Patton.

“We will need to figure out how to care for you in the interim. We’ll have to provide you with more food than just snacks as well as find you a place to sleep. At least one of us will have to be with you at all times, and with Father gone, I’ll have to attend to some royal duties. Luckily it isn’t strange for Patton to come into my quarters at will.” He considered Virgil with discerning eyes. “Also, your general health seems to be lacking, so I’ll have to account for preexisting conditions. First thing, first though. I imagine keeping you in those bracelets all the time would be impractical. We’ll need another solution, especially for sleep.”

Virgil did not like the sound of that. He assumed based on what the prince had done so far that he’d enact some sort of magical bondage. From Virgil’s experience, magical bondage ranged from unpleasant to legitimately agonizing.

“Patton, if you will watch him for the time being, I need to go work on a more precise binding potion then the one I’ve been using.”

“Sure,” Patton agreed, but the prince was wondering away before he’d even finished the word. Patton shook his head fondly before turning back to Virgil. “Wanna come out of the closet now?”

He really, really didn’t, but he was pretty sure he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He curled his legs into himself as much as he could and waited to be dragged out into the room, but he wasn’t touched.

“Okay,” Patton said. “That’s fine. It’s a pretty nice closet.” Virgil said nothing but did breathe a sigh of relief about being able to stay. It wasn’t very rational because in actuality he was no safer here than anywhere else in the room, but the closet felt more defensible even if they could drag him out of it whenever they wanted.

Patton seemed content to sit outside the closet and leave him in peace for the moment. A few minutes later Patton made a sound and Virgil looked over to see him yawn. He smiled when he saw Virgil watching. “It was a long night for all of us, I imagine,” he said. “Hmm… actually. Wait there.”

Like he could go anywhere else. He couldn’t get a good enough angle to see what Patton was doing, but he could here him moving around the room and rustling through a few things. He came back into view holding a comical number of pillows and blankets.

“Here,” Patton said. He offered Virgil one of the blankets and then seemed to remember that Virgil could not reach out to take it. “Hmm…” He spread out the blanket next to Virgil. “Do you mind if I touch you?”

“Why are you even asking?” Virgil asked. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

Patton frowned and Virgil scrunched into himself at the expression, but it lightened the next moment. “I know it’s a bit of a bad situation and you are technically a prisoner, but I don’t want to hurt you or make you feel bad,” Patton said.

Virgil didn’t know how to respond to that. There was no way that it wasn’t some sort of trick, but he didn’t dare outright say that he thought that.

“Can I touch you a bit?” Patton asked once again. “Just to help you get onto the blanket.”

“Sure,” Virgil agreed.

The other boy smiled sweetly and grabbed his wrists with gentle fingers. Virgil let his whole body follow Patton’s guidance until he was situated rather comfortably on an unbelievably soft blanket.

“Head,” Patton said, holding up a pillow. Virgil lifted his head slightly and the pillow was shoved underneath it.

Another blanket was settled over him the next. Patton was weird. “There you go!” Patton said. “Now you can take a nap.”

Virgil blinked up at him in confusion. That was… not happening. What exactly about this situation did Patton think was conducive to sleep?

“…Or rest comfortably at least,” Patton said after a moment. He arranged a pillow and blanket for himself and laid on his side, so he was facing Virgil. He yawned slightly again but didn’t close his eyes. They stared at each other for an uncomfortably long moment.

“What are we doing?” Virgil finally asked when he realized Patton was not planning to ever break the awkward silence.

“We’re resting,” Patton said, “and hanging out.”

“Hanging out?” Virgil asked.

“Mmm, yeah,” Patton said popping up onto his elbow to peer at him. “Let’s talk some! We can get to know each other.”

Virgil looked at him suspicious about where this was going. “Talk about what?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

Patton hummed a quiet tune and his fingers tapped against the side of his face as he wiggled a bit back and forth. “Do you like cats?”

“Cats?” Virgil asked. “Uh… sure?”

“I love cats,” Patton divulged. “There are a lot of cats in the castle. Not all of them like people very much, but I like to try to pet them! I even made up a game where I get points for every cat that lets me pet it. The grumpier they are, the more points I get!”

“You… try to pet wild cats?” Virgil asked.

“Uh huh!”

Virgil thought back to the few untamed cats he’d met in his life. “Don’t they… try to murder you.”

“Sometimes,” Patton said with a shrug. He moved his arm suddenly and Virgil startled, but he just rolled down his sleeve so Virgil could see a large, fairly fresh-looking scratch on his arm. “This one’s from Mr. Calico Man. He does not like his ears touched apparently, but he will let me give him chin scratchies!”

This boy was insane.

“I think I’ve pet every single cat in the castle at least once, except for Ghost Kitty.”

“Who is Ghost Kitty?”

“Oh, Ghost Kitty is the prettiest thing in the world,” Patton gushed. “She hangs out in the gardens a lot, but no one can get anywhere near her. She’s completely black and only started showing up around a year ago. I can’t even see her for more than 2 seconds at a time let alone try to pet her, but I will someday and on that day, I’ll get 1,000 points!”

“How many points are they usually?”

“For ones like Mittens and Cleo who I’ve known since they were babies, only 1. For Sandra it’s 5 since she can get a bit tetchy, but usually won’t run away. Lily Flower and Red Hot like to run away but won’t try to scratch me if I do catch them so they’re 10. Ones like Mr. Calico Man are worth 100.”

“So, you are going to try to pet a cat that is 10x more feral than the one that slashed your arm?”

“She’s so pretty!”

“You have no survival instincts whatsoever, do you?” Virgil asked.

Patton smiled wryly at him. “I apparently have a couple,” he said.

Virgil blinked at him and thought back, connecting the dots. Only Patton and the prince knew he was here, and the prince had been in front of him when he’d came into the room… “You were the one to knock me unconscious,” he concluded.

“I’d say sorry, but you were coming in here with the intention of hurting someone I care about,” Patton said with a shrug.

Right. Virgil had almost forgotten amongst his soft tone and gentle countenance that the man laying docilly next to him definitely hated his guts and would probably relish in whatever the prince had planned for him.

Virgil let his fists clench, but otherwise didn’t let onto his distress as Patton softly brought the conversation back to the previous topic and continued to ramble on about the different cats of the castle.

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Part 6

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Ten Things    IV

Summary: If there’s one thing you have to know about Harvey Kinkle, it’s that he rarely thinks things through. So when he meets (and falls for) Sabrina Spellman on his first day of Baxter High and finds out that she can’t date anyone until her tempestuous sister does, it seems like the obvious solution is to get someone to date her so he can go out with Sabrina. A not so obvious choice for the challenge is Caliban, but, hey, it’s not like Harvey thought that far.

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It seemed that when it came to Sabrina Spellman, Harvey would always be nervous. He had these lame little butterflies whenever she tutored him (that spiked when she’d take his hand to correct something). He almost threw up before their next meeting after the head-kissing debacle. And now he was supposed to pick her up for the costume party. 

Three costume changes, a near heart attack, and fifteen minutes spent brushing his teeth and fixing his hair later, and Harvey stood outside her house. Her very creepy house. He'd just reached for the door knocker again when it swung open. 

Ambrose stood there, giving Harvey a very knowing smile as he looked him up and down. “Afraid she’s not here, friend,” he said, not sounding too disappointed or afraid. “Though in an outfit like that I can’t imagine why.” 

Harvey looked down at his jeans, dark t-shirt, and leather jacket and suddenly wished he’d gone with Tommy’s old Captain America costume even though his hair was the wrong color. He reached up and adjusted his hardhat. “It was kind of last-minute,” Harvey admitted awkwardly. “Anyway, uh, what do you mean she’s not here?” 

“That she left with one Nicholas Scratch about fifteen minutes ago,” Ambrose said. He nodded gravely before continuing, “Though my other cousin is here if you-” 

“No, I’m good thanks,” Harvey said quickly. Ambrose raised an eyebrow and Harvey felt he had to explain, so in a quiet voice he added, “She kinda scares me.” 

“Oh, Harvey, you don’t have to suck up to me,” you said with a very mischievous smile as you walked around Ambrose. Harvey went through the four stages of shock as he took in your outfit: A blue and gold cheerleading uniform (weird enough) with the letters DK on your chest and your hair and makeup perfectly done. Sabrina must have done the hair and makeup because you looked like an entirely different person like this, except that your mouth was covered in blood and you wore white-out contacts and a pair of fangs. “She doesn’t listen to me anyway.”

It took Harvey a second to realize that he was supposed to answer you, and, in that second, you and Ambrose let out matching (almost evil) laughs and started cracking jokes about how innocent Harvey was. It was hard to think of innocence when fake blood was running down your neck. At least, Harvey hoped it was fake.

“So, uh, do you need a ride?” Harvey asked in an attempt to recover from the millions of conflicting thoughts he had and his earlier social blunder. 

“You’re offering to spend time with me in an enclosed space?” you asked, looking slightly taken aback. Harvey nodded almost immediately. “Wow, you must really like her, huh?” 

“No, that’s not what- well, I mean, yeah, I like her,” Harvey stammered. Your smile got a bit wider as you and Ambrose shared some side-eye at his expense. “But that’s not why I’m offering. I just- you know, I’m already here. And the environment is in shambles. So carpooling is, like, the responsible thing to do-”

You laughed and untangled yourself from Ambrose to grab your things. “You’re cute, Harvey Kinkle.” You waved at Ambrose and started closing the door as you stepped outside, ignoring his cries to play nice with Harvey. “I get what she sees in you.” 

“Thank you?” 

---

This costume party was all Sabrina had thought about for the entire year, and now that she was here all she could think about was Harvey. What was that about? She was here with Nick. Her Nick. She should be having the time of her life listening to him talking about his latest modeling gig, not wondering if Harvey was going to show up. Or what he’d be dressed as if he did. Or- 

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Nick asked teasingly, grabbing her hand and pulling her closer to him. 

“Of course! You were talking about how your agent thinks you could get that underwear deal,” Sabrina lied. That was almost all Nick talked about, so it wasn’t that hard to guess. Harvey would have been more difficult to lie to, but Harvey would’ve drawn her flowers and laughed her distraction off. “And they’d be idiots not to take you,” she said, stumbling into Nick’s arms after he pulled her closer. 

“Thank you! That’s what I said but my agent …” Nick carried on talking through their rather forced slow dance, but Sabrina stopped listening when she saw Harvey walk in. 

He looked so handsomely awkward in his miner outfit as he said ‘No, but thank you’ to all the girls offering him punch and dances. His dark eyes looked so hopeful as he scanned the room and it broke Sabrina’s heart when that hope went out as their eyes met. 

She hurriedly separated from Nick, almost tripping over her feet in her rush, but Harvey was gone by the time she did. And when Sabrina looked back at Nick, he looked annoyed and confused. 

“If you didn’t want to hear about what Estelle said, all you had to do was say,” Nick said a deep-set frown. 

“It’s not that. I just thought I-” 

Nick shook his head and started walking away. “Whatever. I’m gonna go get a drink.”

Sabrina let out a breath, suddenly feeling very alone and exposed in this crowded room. Her spirits lifted when she looked around and saw you outside with a very attractive blonde guy, and - better yet - you weren’t telling him to piss off. He must have been Caliban, but he looked very different in his flowy white shirt and blue jeans from your description of ‘he looks like an asshole, but the kind you want to makeout with just to get him to stop talking.’ 

At least one of you was having a good night. 

---

“So what exactly are you dressed as?” you asked, taking a sip from your solo cup in an attempt to come off as cool and not annoyingly flustered by Caliban. Saying something mean would get you out of this mess for sure. “Because you look like one of those idiots from the cover of a trashy lady novel.”

“While I wasn’t going for idiotic, that’s exactly what I am,” Caliban said with a smile. He took the cup from your hand and took a sip, eyes twinkling mischievously as he did. “You seem surprised.” 

You shrugged, chiding yourself for thoughts of Caliban’s lips on the spot where yours had been five seconds ago. “I didn’t have you pegged as a romance novel kind of guy.”

“And what kind of guy is that?” 

His question was innocent enough, but it was the way he asked it that made your heart skip an irritating beat. Caliban was distracting enough with half his chest exposed and pretty white lace constantly drawing your attention to it. And, if that wasn’t enough, his dumb blonde curls had framed his face when he leaned in to ask you. 

“The kind of guy who carries around a lighter because he likes to burn things,” you said, taking your cup back and taking the last sip to spite him. 

Caliban looked amused in the corner of your eye as he drew back. “Well, we can’t all be demonic cheerleaders, princess,” he said. “Assuming that’s what you’re dressed as.” 

“You’re close. I’ll give you a hint,” you said and turned back to him. You held out your hand and asked for his lighter. Caliban didn’t say anything as he placed it in your hand, but he didn’t break eye contact. You uncapped it, lit it, and held it up to your mouth. The flame got dangerously close to your tongue before you blew it out. In your best Jennifer Check voice, you said, “I’m a god.” 

Caliban started laughing as you capped the lighter. “Well, if anyone is going to make killing boys nearly as attractive as Megan Fox, it’s you,” he said. “Though I don’t remember the white contacts.” 

“I took some creative liberties,” you said with a small shrug. You reached for his hand and gave his lighter back to him. 

After you pulled your hand away, Caliban shook his head and held the lighter back out to you. “You should keep it. Far more attractive when it's with you.” 

“What about all the pretty things you like to set on fire?” you asked. 

Caliban took a step closer and lifted his hand to tuck some hair behind your ear. He took his time, keeping his eyes on his hands before looking at your lips and then finally meeting your eyes. “They’ll have to take the backseat to another pretty little thing.” 

“I’m going to get another drink,” you blurted out as you took a step back. Not your smoothest move, but you needed to get the hell out of there before you did something dumb like kiss him. “Stay here.” 

You could hear the smirk on his face when Caliban said, “Whatever you want.”

Luckily, it only took a few frightened looks from the underclassmen to renew your confidence. The contacts were doing their job of unsettling people perfectly, and it made your night to see people who were checking out moments before start squirming. Until you reached Nick Scratch. 

Despite the fact that you knew he was afraid of you, he didn’t squirm. He just looked at you with that smug face that made Sabrina fall for him. You hated him.

“And what are you dressed as tonight, kitty cat?” Nick asked, deliberately emphasizing the old nickname. It made your skin crawl. 

You started answering when you looked up at him and pretended to be shocked. “Wait, Nick- was that … did your hairline just recede?” You pointed at his hairline and grabbed two cans of soda while he checked. 

Nick didn’t try to follow you when you started walking away, but he did start talking loud enough for you to hear him over the music. “You know, your sister likes my hair just fine. She even-” 

You turned around and gave him your harshest glare as you stomped closer. “Stay away from my sister.” 

“Woah-” Nick held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll stay away from your sister,” he promised. He took a step closer and lowered his voice. “But I can’t guarantee she’ll stay away from me.”

He bumped your shoulder as he walked past you, and you would’ve thrown something at him if he didn’t get swallowed up by the crowd of people racing towards a fight in the other room. Instead, you opted for cursing Nick out with every profanity you could think of as you slammed the sodas down and started looking for something a little stronger. 

An over-eager junior was offering you something to drink from his tray of assorted bad alcohol when you saw Caliban again. He was still annoyingly attractive, but he was very clearly pissed that you'd ditched him. Oh well. 

“What is this?” he asked as you downed one of the drinks. It tasted disgusting but you refused to pull a face in front of him. “I’ve been looking all over the place for you.” 

“Maybe you should go look for someone who actually likes you,” you said without looking at him as you downed another drink and the junior cheered you on. You grabbed another drink, despite Caliban’s protests, and disappeared into the masses.

---

Of all the ways Caliban saw this night going, you ditching him for a bottle of cheap tequila and Harvey looking like someone kicked his puppy hadn’t been his most likely pick. Apparently, Sabrina had blown him off for Nicholas, but Caliban wasn’t listening to Harvey's tragic story so much as he was trying to track you down. He left him with a very surprised vampire named Theo and focused his attention on finding you. 

“Hey, James Dean!” Nicholas yelled as he slapped Caliban on the back with unrequited fondness. If he had any awareness at all, it wasn't picking up on the glare Caliban gave him. “How did you get her to do it?” 

“Do what?” Caliban asked, promising himself that he could punch Nicholas in the mouth after he made sure you weren’t throwing up in the bushes. 

“Act like a human.” Caliban would have to table that promise because Nick was going to- “Oh, yeah!” 

The music started blaring from the dining room and Nicholas took off to see some girl dancing on the table. Only, that just wasn’t some girl. That was you, doing a very non-PTA approved cheer for the people around you. 

Caliban rushed to get to you, but all you did was grab the drawstrings on Caliban’s shirt and run one of them across your lips before standing back up and continuing your dance, ignoring his repeated requests to come down. The only time you looked at him was when you stepped too far back and fell off the table, hitting your head on the chandelier as you went down. 

Caliban caught you and looked at him with the saddest look in your eyes he’d ever seen. You were so uncharacteristically vulnerable after who knows how much alcohol and a head injury.  “You know, you’ve got a bit of gold in your eyes, Sparky,” you said softly, lifting your hand to the side of his face. 

“Hey, what about our show?” Nick hollered from the safety of his pack with Billy and the other idiots. They made a few more comments as Caliban carried you out to the garden to get fresh air. 

You kept trying to push him away, but as soon as Caliban set you down on the low brick wall, your hands tightened around his shirt. “Don’t go. I just need to lie down somewhere.” 

“If you lie down now, you’ll fall asleep,” Caliban said, prying your fingers off his shirt one at a time as you argued that sleep was good. “Not if you have a concussion, princess. Can you-”

“Hey, we need to talk,” Harvey interrupted. He was surprised when you latched onto his sleeve and let him know that his hat was askew. 

“I’m a little busy right now, Harvey,” Caliban said through gritted teeth as he untangled you from Harvey. You didn't want to let go, and you were just as stubborn when you were smashed as when you were sober. 

“I see that but can you give me like one second?” Harvey asked. 

“Aww, go talk to him!” you hiccuped. “I’m fine. I’ve got these hydrated-" You frowned. "These hurgerated-” 

“Hydrangeas?” Harvey asked, still confused. 

“Hydrangeas!” You beamed at him, which looked slightly terrifying with your smudged makeup and bloody face. “Thank you! I’ve got these hiiigh-drangeas to keep me company.”

Reluctantly, Caliban sighed and walked a few feet away with Harvey. He was still making sure that you were upright when Harvey started babbling. 

“It’s off. The deal’s off, okay?” Harvey finished. “Sabrina never liked me. She liked Nick this whole time but I thought that, you know, after all this she’d give me a shot but she didn’t and-” 

Caliban cut Harvey off before his head exploded and you fell over. “Harvey, do you like her?” 

“Yeah…” Harvey said, sounding confused. 

“And is she worth all this trouble?” 

“Well, I thought she was. I mean, of course, she is. But you know-” 

“Either she is, or she isn’t.” Caliban put a hand on Harvey’s shoulder and Harvey somehow looked even more confused by the touch. ���First of all, Nicholas is not half the man that you are. He's an asshole. And secondly, don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” He put his other hand on Harvey and shook him slightly as he said, “So go for it.”

Before Harvey could respond, Caliban saw you falling into the hydrangeas in his peripheral vision and dashed to save you from another head injury. 

You laughed as he held onto you and twirled the strings of his shirt around your finger before getting very quiet. The same vulnerability shone through as you looked at him. “Could you take me where the music isn't too loud?” 

“Of course.” 

Caliban helped you to your feet and almost carried you through the crowd of people to get out to the front, shooting Harvey a not so subtle glance to make sure he made up his mind. He helped you the neighborhood playground across the street while you mumbled about how opprobrious it was to have to be carried out of some high school party. 

“Opprobrious,” Caliban repeated, shaking his head. “Leave it to you to use big words when you’re smashed.”

“If I were smashed, could I do this?” you asked, promptly untangling yourself and falling down into the grass a second after you tried to show off. “Ow,” you said in disbelief. 

Caliban bent over to help you up and you pushed him off with one hand and pulled him closer with the other. As a result, Caliban came crashing to the ground. He did his best not to crush you as he landed, which you found extremely funny. 

Your mouth was tilted up to the sky as you laughed. The street lamps lit up your smile and Caliban couldn’t help but notice how pretty it made you look. You caught him looking at you and fell quiet again. You turned to look back at him, not saying anything at first. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked softly, tucking one hand under your head and - tentatively, gingerly - reaching out with your other. 

Caliban looked down at your outstretched hand as you started playing with his shirt again. He found himself wishing you reached out for him and not his shirt. “Because you have a drunken concussion and someone needs to look after you.”

“Why does it have to be you?” you asked, frowning at the knot you'd created. “It’s not like you care if I never wake up.”

“Of course, I do,” Caliban said, leaning closer like he was going to tell you a secret. “If you didn’t wake up, I’d have to start talking to girls who actually like me.” 

You scoffed and threw his shirt back at Caliban. “Like you could find one,” you said as you rolled to your feet. 

“See, who needs affection when I have blind hatred?” Caliban asked as he followed you to the swing set. He wrapped his hands around each of the chains of your swing as he leaned down to speak to you. “Why would I want someone else’s affection when I have your prejudice?” 

“Just let me breathe for a second and then I’m gonna say something so mean that you-” You frowned and shook your head, looking down at the ground. “I just need a minute, alright?” 

“Alright.” 

Caliban took a step back and let himself think for a moment. As rocky as this night had been, he thought it was going fairly well until he found you three drinks in with a junior. He didn’t have time to dwell on why you ditched him, though, because you were falling backward and he had to dive forward to catch you. 

You started laughing as you righted yourself and Caliban swore. He sat in the swing next to you and took a deep breath when he was sure you weren’t going to fall over again. “So what did Nicholas say to drive you to drink?” he asked, nudging you with the toe of his shoe. 

You rolled your eyes. “Nick just has to open his mouth to make me want to drink,” you mumbled. 

“But usually you resort to a witty comeback and not tequila,” Caliban said as quietly snarky as he could. “What made this different?” 

“I just … I hate him,” you admitted. “And my sister …”

“Your sister?” Caliban asked, turning back to face you. You’d already started leaning on your chain with your eyes closed. Not only were your eyes closed, but you were seconds away from falling on your face. “Oh, shit. No, no, no, I need you to wake up. Hey, look at me. You need to wake up.” 

“Mm hey,” you said quietly, looking up at him and smiling. “You know, your eyes-”

You cut yourself off by vomiting on the grass just in front of his shoes. Caliban pulled a face and tried not to sound too disgusted as he said, “Have a bit of gold in them?” 

“Yeah, how’d you know?” 

---

Sabrina stood with Prudence while the party died down. She hadn’t seen you since your table dancing incident but according to a quick text from your phone, Caliban made sure you got some air and took you home. With you gone and her mad at Nick for how he acted with you, that left her without a ride. 

“Hey, a few of us are going to Jarrett’s,” Nick said. He put one arm around Sabrina and the other around Prudence. “You ready to go?” 

“Oh, thanks, but I have to be home in twenty minutes or my aunts will have my head,” Sabrina lied.

“Well, I don’t have a curfew or overprotective family,” Prue said slyly. Her smile shifted from Sabrina to Nick. 

Nick shot a glance at Sabrina and she shrugged. “I can’t tonight,” she said. 

“Damn …” Nick sighed and looked over at Prudence. “Well, do you wanna go?” 

“I’d love to,” Prudence said, sliding her hand into Nick’s and leading him away. Sabrina would have argued if she cared about him or thought it would make a difference. When Prudence wanted something, she got it.

The only thing Sabrina did care about was how she was going to get home. Her options were slowly dwindling and her aunts would ground her for life if they saw the kind of party she was at. 

“Having fun tonight?” Harvey asked as he walked past her, still glum from earlier. 

“Yeah, tons,” Sabrina said with a sigh. Harvey kept walking so she rushed to keep up with him. “Hey, Harvey, I know … I know I don’t deserve it but do you think you could give me a ride home?”

Harvey let out a breath and turned to face her. Sabrina braced herself for what he’d say, for the moment that gentle, sweet Harvey would turn out to be no better than Nick. That moment didn’t happen. 

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “Come on, my truck’s parked down the street.”

Sabrina didn’t know what to say as they walked to the truck, so she just didn’t say anything. Her hand brushed Harvey’s a few times and it broke her heart when he yanked his hand away. She deserved it, though; she broke his heart first. 

They didn’t speak as Harvey drove, and it took them a few seconds once the engine was off to say something. 

“You never really wanted to go out with me, did you?” Harvey asked, looking at the steering wheel instead of her. “It was always Nick, wasn’t it?” 

“It used to be Nick,” Sabrina admitted. “But he’s not very nice to me anymore. He just … I don't know.” She looked out the windshield and shrugged. “And you drove me home after I blew you off. I don’t deserve how nice you are to me.”

“No, you don’t,” Harvey said. He turned to face Sabrina and she knew that this was the moment. “Just because you’re beautiful and smart doesn’t mean that you can treat people like they don’t matter. I- I really liked you, you know? Even when people said you were selfish. Or that you were using me.” 

Sabrina sucked it up and turned to look at him. It didn’t surprise her that people said those things, and it didn't surprise her that Harvey defended her. He was the kind of guy who did that for people he cared about, not that he'd be doing it for her again any time soon. “I’m sorry.” 

Harvey was quiet. His jaw tightened for a moment and then he looked away. “Yeah, well, it doesn’t really matter. It’s not like you liked me much, to begin with.” 

“I do like you, Harvey,” Sabrina said. She resisted the urge to reach out to him. “I like you a lot. That’s the problem.”

“Oh,” Harvey said quietly, frowning. “I’m sorry.” 

Sabrina laughed and leaned over before she could talk herself out of it again. She cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss, which he returned after a second of hesitation. It was sweet, clumsy, and over too soon. 

“Don’t apologize,” Sabrina whispered when she pulled away. She gave him another smile and gathered her things. “Thanks for the ride.”

---

“Here we are,” Caliban said as he parked the car in front of the old house. “Home sweet home.” 

You pulled a face at the mortuary sign and turned away from the window. “Ugh, don’t you just want to keep driving?” you said. “Maybe to the ER? I’ve heard alcohol poisoning is a real bitch.”

“That it is but considering you puked your stomach contents all over my shoes, I think you’re safe,” Caliban said with a smile. Though he knew he’d take you wherever you wanted if he knew it wasn’t just the residual alcohol in your system talking. You just shrugged without saying anything. “Why don’t you want to go inside?” 

“My family is … complicated,” you said. You started picking at the sleeves of your cheerleader outfit instead of looking at him. “My parents died when I was little and my aunts took us all in. They’re great, really, they just want me to be someone I’m not.” 

“Like who?” Caliban asked. 

You sat straighter in your seat and put on a dashing smile before imitating your sister. “I’m Sabrina. I get good grades and don’t punch people even when they deserve it.” If the voice was accurate, it had nothing on the imitation laugh. It was downright creepy with all your smudged demonic makeup, but then you deflated into your seat and started mumbling profanities and Caliban knew you were back to yourself. 

“Well, no offense to your sister, but I think the whole people-pleasing act is overrated,” Caliban said. “There are better things to do with your time.” 

“You really think so?” you asked quietly. When Caliban looked over at you, all your snark had faded away to your familiar drunken vulnerability. “You’re not just saying that?” 

“I really think so,” Caliban said. “Why do you think I like you so much?”

“You like me?” you asked, seemingly caught off-guard. 

“I wouldn’t have let you throw up on me if I didn’t.” 

Caliban wasn’t sure what he expected you to do, but leaning in to kiss him wasn’t even on the top ten most likely options. It made his heart race, but he knew it wasn’t right. As much as he wanted to kiss you, he didn’t want to kiss you like this. 

“Maybe we should do this another time,” Caliban said, turning to face the steering wheel before you could kiss him.

You frowned at him, sinking slowly into your seat. You looked at him but you were strangely quiet as you did. Then, with speed Caliban didn’t know you had in this state, you got out of the car and slammed the door shut. 

Not quite the way Caliban saw this night ending. 

Part 5

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Here Kitty Kitty || Ariana & Grace

TIMING: Afternoon August 24th PARTIES: @silveraccent & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY:  Ariana tries to use her craft fair prize to lure Layla the cat to her new building and accidentally summons foireaux cats, much to Grace’s dismay

To say things had been hectic lately would be a complete and utter understatement. There was only one day left before Ariana was supposed to change Ace and she was riddled with anxiety. It was a big responsibility, yes, but she was only half sure it’d actually get Lydia to leave him be. Otto was out of her head now, but she was still worried about where the hell Layla the cat had run off to. Conveniently enough, the prize she received for her submission to the craft fair was a cat whistle. Of course Layla wouldn’t run back to the trailer filled with dogs, but maybe she could lure her here so she could get her somewhere safe. After dropping off her security deposit and proof of income to her new landlord, she stood outside the building and used the whistle. Another girl was approaching, but she didn’t think much of it until a few little black cats ran up to her. Something didn’t feel quite right with the way they were looking at her, so she tried to get on their level and be friendly. “Well, hey there, kitties,” she said warmly before turning to her new neighbor, “I promise I’m not bringing all the cats with me when I move into a building. Heck, I’m not even bringing one. I’m sure my dog would lose her mind.” 

Despite the utilities being included in her rent, Grace refused to run her window unit longer than a few hours. This often resulted in walks around the neighborhood, and to the corner store to buy a supply of cold drinks and ice cream. On her way back, she spotted an unfamiliar face leaving the landlord’s office. Though she had only intended on giving her a firm nod and being on her merry way, the girl spoke to her, making her stop in her tracks. She looked down at the cats, not having noticed them at first. “If you were, I wouldn’t mind, there’s a mouse in my apartment.” Grace kneeled down next to the stranger, looking over the cat with a smile. They looked rough around the edges, certainly not house cats. She hadn’t seen many in this area, so seeing them now was a bit odd. “Where did they come from?” Grace asked as she slowly stuck the back of her hand towards the cat, not wanting to scare it. She looked down at the girl’s hand and noticed a pair of keys. “Oh, are you moving here?” Quite the observer, idiot. Grace thought to herself. 

It dawned on her that something with these cats didn’t seem quite right, but they approached her anyhow. Moira was really the only cat Ariana had gotten on well with and these cats were very much not Moira. She wondered if they could sense the wolf in her and if that made them uneasy. One seemed to dart through her legs so quickly that she almost fell over. She braced herself against the wall, the bricks slightly scraping her palm, and responded, “Hm, I could probably help with the mouse thing cat-free… I’m not much of a cat person. I think these little ones could tell.” Her tone was a little nervous as the cats continued to congregate around her and now Grace. Maybe the whistle only lured over cats out of frustration, but they all seemed rough and darker in color. She slowly backed away from them and extended her hand for Grace to shake. “Yep, I move in on the first so guess we’ll be neighbors. I’m Ariana,” she introduced herself brightly but was quickly tripped up again by another cat weaving through her legs. 

“Are you okay?” Grace asked as the girl leaned against the wall. She could see scratches on her palm. She had had her fair share of run ins with that wall, and it hadn’t ever been fun. “Really, you think so?” Grace asked as she ran her fingers along the top of the cat’s head. It rubbed against her hand then flitted away, its tail straight up. She straightened up and rubbed the back of her hand against the backs of her jeans. “Somebody mentioned no-kill traps, so I might try that first.” Grace watched as a few more cats rounded the corner, all of which at their feet, weaving in between them, their paws swatting at the air. “Ariana?” She smiled at her, “that’s a pretty name. I’m Grace.” She stuck her hand out to shake Ariana’s. “That’s cool though, there are a few cool people around here, I’m sure you’ll run into them soon. Grace watched as a cat ran forward and darted between Ariana’s legs. Grace reached out to steady her. “They’re really active, aren’t they? I have some canned tuna upstairs, I wonder if they’re hungry.” Grace turned her attention back to Ariana. “Are you from here? Or are you moving from out of state?” A part of her hopes that Ariana is new, like her, that way she won’t feel so lost, but something about her tells her that that isn’t the case. 

“Yeah, yeah, totally fine,” Ariana responded as she dusted any dirt off her hand. With the full moon approaching, it’d heal quickly enough. While her initial instinct may have been more to use her wolf-y instincts to get the mouse, it became clear she’d rather take the humane route. “Oh, yeah, I’ve seen those at the shop before. They should totally do the trick and you can release the mouse. You’ll want to do a quick check and make sure the walls and any nooks and crannies are all sealed too… that’s the part I’d be more of a help with.” She wanted to get excited when Grace introduced herself, Blanche had mentioned her after all, but it seemed like more of these cats were showing up and they didn’t look happy. “Grace,” she exclaimed weakly as she eyed the cats, “Blanche mentioned you. She’s one of my good friends and is how I even knew about this building.” She slowly backed away and looked back at Grace, “I’m not sure that’s the best-- something doesn’t seem right with them and more keep showing up.” Not taking her eyes off the cats, she answered, “Technically, yeah, I’ve lived all over but been here since Mar--” Oh hell no, was that cat getting bigger? It looked like it was. In this town, it was hard to know if claws and teeth alone would cut it and she didn’t really want to shift in front of her new neighbor. “I think we should probably… get away from here.” 

“Why would you be more help with--” Grace looked at the cats as they seemed to have multiplied in numbers. Hadn’t there only just been a few? She had lived at the complex for a while now and hadn't ever seen this many cats. There were a few who liked to hang around, but never in this big of a group. “Blanche?” Grace asked as she cut her gaze away from the cats, back to Ariana. It made sense, they all seemed to be similar in age. “Oh, yeah-- she’s really nice.” Grace wasn’t sure what was happening, the sudden shift in emotion, the unease, it was leaking into the air between them and made it hard for Grace to concentrate. Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion as she listened to Ariana, the urgency in her voice becoming a lot more clear-- she didn’t even need to feel the shift. “Is everything okay?” Grace asked as she looked back to the cats. A few had gotten noticeably bigger, but how was that possible? “Are you okay?” Grace asked again as she cut her attention back to Ariana, following her move to back away from the crowd of cats. They didn’t seem as nice as before, and it made Grace begin to grow uneasy. “I’ve never seen anything like that,” Grace muttered under her breath. 

Fuck, how did more cats keep showing up? Ariana knew that transforming to scare them off in front of her new neighbor definitely wasn’t an option. She wasn’t even entirely sure that would actually work as these clearly weren’t normal cats. Of course her craft fair prize wasn’t a normal cat whistle and she cursed herself for being this dumb. “I’m fine, but we gotta get out of here,” she insisted. As one of the growing cats approached them, Ariana grabbed Grace’s arm and pulled her away from the cat. She backed away slowly, keeping a very close eye on the cats. Perhaps it wasn’t the most human move, but she let out a low growl to intimidate the stupid cats. If anything, Grace would hopefully attribute it to the weird cats. She heard Grace’s hushed words and assured, “I’m sure you haven’t but it’s going to be fine.” Her voice sounded a lot more convincing that she felt. They were backed up a little closer to the door now. “You go in first,” she directed, “I’ll follow behind you.” If one of these things really was going to come at her, the wolf in her would take it from there, but she hoped they could both go away and the cats would just leave. 

“Oh-- okay, okay.” Grace knew to listen when she was being told to do something, at least, in this town-- she knew that if this girl knew Blanche, it was possible that she knew other things that Grace didn’t know yet, and she was very clearly disturbed by the cats that surrounded them now, and though it was dulled, she could feel something frantic off of Ariana. She followed Ariana’s guidance, and raised an eyebrow in question at the growl that clearly left Ariana. She didn’t question it, Grace had barked at geese before to get them to leave her alone, so wasn’t this the same? The door was behind them now, and Grace splayed her hand behind herself to grab the knob. She opened it and slipped in through it. She left enough room for Ariana to slip through, too, before she crowded by the door and pressed her face against the small window pane so she could look at the cats that now were angrily meowing at them. “What the hell was that?” She asked as she looked at Ariana. “They didn’t scratch you, did they?” 

It was a relief that Grace listened to her without questioning it. Ariana quickly slipped in the door behind her and let out a sigh of relief. The cats still seemed to be getting closer to the door and meowed angrily, but they couldn’t get in the door at least. She let out a long breath and thought of how she was going to answer Grace’s question. To be fair, she didn’t actually know what those cats were, but they were definitely supernatural. How much did Grace know about this sort of thing? Not that she was particularly great about beating around the bush, but she legitimately couldn’t think of a normal explanation. She shrugged as she still kept a close eye out the window. “I have no idea what that was. Thought they were cats, but something clearly wasn’t right with them,” she explained. She hoped Grace didn’t push too much because her only other explanation was definitely supernatural. “I’ve never seen anything like them before, but no, they didn’t scratch me, just tripped me up a bit. Didn’t really care to see what they’d do if they got any bigger.” 

Unease hung in the air, which in turn, made Grace’s stomach churn. She cradled her hands around her abdomen and watched the cats through the window in the door. Grace wasn’t sure what needed an explanation and what didn’t. Her time in White Crest had only become more confusing, and with every little thing happening, she wasn’t sure if she could hide it under weird or confusing anymore. She looked at Ariana as she began to speak with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe rabies or something.” That could be it, right? Grace only had experience with reanimated corpses, treasure hunts, and flying airplanes thrown by nobody. She didn’t know about cats, but who was to say there wasn’t something else going on? She moved away from the door in an effort to distance herself from the cats. “That’s good… that you didn’t get scratched, I mean, because if they are sick, then--” She stops herself, “maybe we should call animal control?” Her mind flickered to Kaden and her discussion of mice. Though, she had already brought up the mime breaking in through her window. How much could she go to other people for? “You can come up, if you want, until they’re gone.” She blinked at Ariana, “I have some tea and some leftover soup, if you want any?” 

It was very convenient that Grace had happened upon the idea of rabies on her own. Ariana would have never come to that rationalization would have definitely spilled the beans about the supernatural. Not that it was a secret she was particularly great about keeping that secret to begin with, but still. She didn’t need her new neighbor thinking she was a total freak. “Rabies, that has to be it,” she agreed. At the mention of Animal Control, she added, “Oh, that’s a good idea. Family friend of mine actually works for them. I’ll shoot him a text.” She could practically hear the lecture from Kaden coming about summoning demon cats by accident, but it was almost amusing. He liked to act all tough and like she was just a werewolf and then warned her to be careful. She didn’t want Blanche coming home to all those weird cats. She was surprised at the invite but smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah, that’d be nice actually. At least until the coast is clear and all, I don’t want to like impose or anything.” She followed Grace up to her apartment still a bit weary of the cats, but there was little she could do now. They weren’t following at least, so she relaxed a little. “I’ll definitely bring something delicious by once I’m all moved in. You like venison at all?” 

“Maybe it is,” Grace muttered under her breath. Though, once she said it out loud, she wasn’t sure if she believed it. She pushed the idea that it could be anything else from her mind. She smiled at Ariana at the idea that animal control could help them. She wondered how small the department was, but didn’t bother asking any questions. She didn’t know Kaden well, only that he was afraid of mimes and that he was dating Regan, which was still odd to Grace. “You won’t be imposing, don’t worry.” Grace fished her keys out of her front pocket. “I live on the fourth floor, it’s a bit of a trek, I hope that’s okay? I don’t like taking elevators.” She looked over her shoulder at Ariana before making the climb to her apartment. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. She had great timing in getting the window replaced, that was for sure. She took her shoes off before dropping the keys onto the table. Her studio was small, but with the two of them barely stacking up to amount to anything, they didn’t take up much room. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Grace opened her instant pot and stood on her tippy toes to peer in at the soup. “It’s almost done!” She looked over her shoulder with a smile, “I’ve never actually had it,” she admitted. “Is it anything like beef?” She didn’t think it was, but she couldn’t be sure. She grabbed two mugs and began to heat up water for the tea she had promised Ariana. Her gaze swept over the apartment, the only thing odd being her one-eyed fish who stared at the two of them, unmoving. “What kind of tea do you want?” She asked as she rifled through her cabinets. 

It dawned on Ariana that Grace didn’t seem entirely convinced by her own explanation of what was wrong with the cats. First meeting probably wasn’t the time to push on that though. She’d rather not be labelled the crazy neighbor before she even moved into the building. She opted to not push it any further. Instead, she offered a warm smile and said, “Good. It’ll be nice to get to know each other a little better anyway. I’ve never lived alone before, so having some neighbors who are friends sound nice.” At the mention of a trek, Ariana shrugged lightly and assured, “I do a lot of hiking and running. I don’t mind stairs. Elevators aren’t my favorite either, but I very generally don’t enjoy feeling confined.” She looked around the studio and noted it was pretty cozy. The smell of soup was very welcoming and made her stomach rumble slightly. She hadn’t even realized how hungry she was. “Mmm, it smells so good! I can’t wait to try it.” She took a seat at the small table near Grace’s kitchenette and asked, “Do you do a lot of cooking?” At her question, she responded, “Kind of? I like it a little better. It’s a bit of a sweeter meat though it can be pretty gamey if you don’t season it properly.” Not that she minded gamey, especially not in wolf form. Hell, not even in person form did she truly mind. “Next time I make venison stew or something, I’ll bring some by for you,” she added with a wide smile now mostly forgetting about the cats. “Oh, I’ll take Chai if you have it. I like black and green teas, too. I’m not like super picky or anything.��� 

“Living alone is nice,” Grace nodded as if to amplify her words. She liked living alone, it meant that there wouldn’t be anybody else that interfered with the way she was feeling that day. Not to mention, it made figuring out how she was really feeling that much easier. “I don’t like being in small spaces either, but you wouldn’t know that given I work at the morgue.” “I don’t really cook, but I got reprimanded for continuing to eat mac ‘n cheese out of the microwave, so I got that..” She pointed to the instant pot in the corner, “and I’ve been making some soups that my Grandma used to make me.” She smiled fondly at the thought. “I’d love to try it, but no pressure.” She smiled at Ariana before she turned back towards the cabinets.  She grabbed the small canister of oolong from the back of the shelf and two biodegradable sachets. She filled them and dunked them into the mugs before she filled the kettle with water. Putting it onto the burner, she turned the heat on before leaning against the counter adjacent to it. “I have a really good oolong I brought from Portland, it’s my favorite.” It had been from her favorite tea shop, and she wondered if she’d have to go back in order to get a refill. She grabbed two bowls after grabbing a spoon. Grace held it tightly in her hand as she ladeled out the contents. She set one of the bowls in front of Ariana, and the other at her seat. “It has ginger and lemongrass in it, I hope that’s okay.” She waited by the stovetop for the water to finish boiling before taking it off. She filled the mugs and mimicked her actions by setting the cup down in front of her new friend. “There’s sugar in that little thing there,” she pointed at the elephant, “and if you want creamer, I have oat milk?” She smiled at Ariana as she picked up her spoon and stirred the soup around. 

The idea of living alone had never really appealed to Ariana. Maybe it was a werewolf pack mentality sort of thing or maybe it was because she never thought she’d have to live without Celeste. There was a hint of sadness to her tone as she agreed, “I’m sure it is.” At the mention of working at the morgue, she wondered if Grace knew Kaden’s girlfriend. She probably had to though given the fact Regan had wanted to find her sister’s body when there was none to find, it was probably better to not mention it. “The morgue, huh? That’s pretty cool. I guess that would be considered a small space.” The idea of being around all those bodies definitely wasn’t appealing to her. At the mention of microwave macaroni and cheese she shook her head. That was not how macaroni and cheese was supposed to be cooked. “Thank goodness for the instant pot then! Microwavable macaroni and cheese is… not great,” she responded with a laugh, “Soup is much better. Plus, family recipes sound fun.” She had plenty of things Celeste had shown her how to make though she had to admit, those things were harder for her to make now. She hadn’t even made waffles since Celeste died though maybe she could get back in the routine of it. Honor their tradition even though it was still bittersweet. As Grace made tea, the gentle scent of ginger and lemongrass reached her nose. She let out a content sigh. “It smells good and I love lemongrass. If it’s your favorite, I’m sure it’s great. Plus, I love Portland.” There was a soft smile on her face as she settled into her seat as Grace made tea. This was nice and brought a certain sense of comfort. It seemed they would be fast friends, weird cat incident aside and she looked forward to being neighbors. “Oat milk sounds perfect,” she said as she poured some in her mug and took a sniff before taking a small sip. “Mm,” she started, “ This is perfect. Thank you again for letting me wait out the whole cat thing here. I think we’ll definitely be doing this more in the future.”

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It’ll be our secret Chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21471805/chapters/51346114#workskin

Chapter 1 here

Summary: You work as a nurse at Claremont Psychiatric Hospital where Martin Whitly, the famous serial killer who murdered 23 people is incarcerated. You’ve always liked serial killer stories and you had one a few doors away, but you were far too scared to break the rules. You’re not allowed to go into the prisoners’ cells, especially not the surgeon’s. One day, the guard brings you Martin at the infirmary for headaches. […]

“The hardest part is the lack of human contact, having someone to talk to, I miss it.” he lamented with a false expression of exaggerated sadness.

“I understand, it must be very difficult for you…” You said, avoiding his gaze. You didn’t know what to say to comfort him. He looked so sad.

He leaned towards you.“You seem like a nice girl,” he whispered, staring at every details of your face. “You could visit me at night after your work, I know you’re the last one to leave, the guard told me. ” he smirked, his eyes sparkling. “It’ll be our secret Y/N”. […]

Will Martin manage to manipulate you? Are you brave enough to accept his offer ? It’s just a visit for a little chat after all …

Pairing: Martin Whitly x reader , Martin Whitly x you

Warnings: Rough Sex, Rough Body Play, Fear Play, Face Slapping, Hair-pulling, Daddy Kink, Emotional Manipulation, Light BDSM, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Orgasm Control, Dubious Consent

A Notes: Hi guys ! Here is the second chapter! SMUT HERE !

Please, check the tags before reading this chapter, everything is consensual BUT very rough ! 

Tags : Fear Play, Face Slapping, Hair-pulling, Daddy Kink, Emotional Manipulation Light BDSM, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Orgasm Control, Dubious Consent, Dom/Sub, etc... Don't like, don't read.

Constructive criticism are welcome, English is not my first language so I apologize for possible mistakes. If you see errors, please tell me! :)

Have fun and tell me if you liked it !

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Suddenly you heard a noise from the handcuffs, he took them and put one of your wrists in them.`

"W-what are you doing" you asked in an anxious and begging voice.

"You insisted on keeping them on you, so now you have to assume the consequences" He said with a face full of lust.

In a second you were pinned against the wall, your face against it, your body still between the wall and his strong body. You had one hand free on the wall.

"Hands behind your back." he ordered

Hesitant, your free hand joined the one already handcuffed behind your back. He tied your hands firmly. Once your hands were tied, he turned you over roughly so you could face him. He was detailing you, smirking , a few minutes passed without one of you talking."So, cat got your tongue ? "  He mocked. " I'm not a child, I'm a woman " he mimicked. "Where's the woman now, huh? You're shaking like a little girl. "

"I'm shaking because you scared me, you dumb son of a bitch. " you raged.

"Ouhhhhh" he said, deceptively hurt. "What a dirty mouth, I have to clean it up. But first, I'll show you who's in charge. "

He grabs you by the arm and drags you to his metal bed. You're not afraid anymore, you know he won't kill you, no, what he wants is something else.

He sat on his bed and laid you on his lap, your hands still tied behind your back, you can't stop your head from sinking into the mattress while your butt is on the same level as his knees, he wasn't going to....

He brutally lowered your jeans.

"Do you know why I'm going to punish you? " He asked. You still don't give any answers.

SMACK

" Ahhhhhw! " you cried. You started moving your legs, trying to escape from his grip.

"I don't like to repeat myself, don't make daddy angry Y/N. For the second time, do you know why I'm punishing you? " he retorted

Unsure, you replied with a small voice "I-Yes... I suppose... I-I insulted you..."

The red is coming up your cheeks, you were embarrassed to be exposed in this way but what bothered you the most was the wetness that was being formed between your legs.

"And what do we say to be forgiven? ? " he asked

" Forgive me... Mr. Whitly"

With a firm grip on your hair, he pulled your head back and whispered in your ear:

"That's good, you learn fast. Ten, you count and say, "Thank you, Mr. Whitly."

Your brain was no longer working well, fear had given place to excitement. You liked the feeling of being dominated by a forbidden. He was dominant, and you enjoyed it, it was a pleasure to irritate his nerves. You knew you would soon succumb to all his desires but first you wanted to show him that you were proud as a lioness and not at his feet.

SMACK

" ONE…Mister Whitly " you sobbed innocently

"Didn't you forget something...? " he warned

There's a pause for a few seconds until you gave a little growl of disapproval.

He laughed. "We have a proud little kitty here, it's even more fun! "

Suddenly a fast and heavy spanking rained down on your cheeks, the red ones getting more and more red after each hit.

"OKAY OKAY" you cried out "I'-i'm sorry Mr. Whitly..." you say with your teeth clenched "Thank you ... Mr. Whitly. "

"Well, there you go! Not so difficult, hmm? "you could hear him chuckling.

He lets out a sigh groan, another after another slap against your red cheeks. The pain was excquised but also more and more difficult to bear, until the last hit came

"AHHHHHWWW... Ten... Ten... Thank you... M-m Whitly" You sobbed, eyes flooded with tears "Please, no more… " you begged

"Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh" he whispered, caressing your red cheeks with a comforting hand. "You are learning to beg, punishment seems to be the right thing to do."

Then you felt his fingers slip through your sensitive area. "It seems that the frightened little kitty is a little... excited? You're not supposed to like your punishment," he mocked. "You're already so wet I could fuck you now. »

His fingers continued their way to your clit and you moaned. "But I'm a gentleman, so I'm going to make you beg me to fuck you. " he grinned

" Never. " you retorted. "I'll never beg you for that. " There was fire in your eyes full of rage. Who does he think you are ?

He suddenly takes his hand off and puts you back on your feet, facing you.

"Get on your knees" he ordered. You looked him in the eye and without losing eye contact you slowly got on your knees, looking at him with defiance.

He slowly unbuckled his belt "I told you earlier that I had to clean your mouth, if you learned your lesson well, you will do it yourself. " he smirked

He unzipped his fly, put his hand in his pants and pulled out his thick cock. His hard cock was a few inches from your face now.

"If I feel your teeth or if you try to bite me, I will punish you… But this time you’ll not like it. " he warned.

You nodded then you opened your mouth and took the tip of his cock into your mouth. You could taste his precome. Your mouth went to work, sucking and licking him. He closed his eyes in pleasure, his heavy breathing became deep moans. You were trying to go deeper and deeper and you felt the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat and it made you gag, a tear running down your cheek.

"Let's be more serious now, the gentleness is over."  He held your head in place and began to lift his hips, pushing more of his length down your throat. His movements became faster, your hands behind your back you could only let him fuck your mouth.

After a few minutes of thrust, he pushed his length down your throat until your chin touched his balls and kept you like this...

"Oh yesss..." he groaned

You started to struggling for air but he was not going to let you go.

" T-t-t-t-t-t, no-no-no, be a good girl and stay. "

You felt your own saliva running down your chin, you were so wet right now, gagging on his cock

" I told David, you know, you were a beautiful little slut. When I told him I just wanted to piss him off... But now I have the proof..." he paused. "You're an eager slut" he moaned pulling you off his cock.

You could finally breathe, while you were trying to catch your breath again, he forced you to get up and took the key of the handcuffs in your pocket and uncuffed you. He was a few inches away from you.

If he wanted to be rough, so could you. You were going to tickle his nerves a little bit, you wanted to have a bit of control.

As you rubbed your red wrists, you looked at his face attentively, his pupils were dilated and his mouth slightly opened, you had just realized by looking at his lips that he had not kissed you yet. Then you come up to him, raising your hand towards his face and gently place it on his cheek. He looked at you with a surprised expression. You slowly moved your lips closer to his and kissed him softly. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper as your tongues get tangled. A grin lightly appeared on your lips. After a few seconds of languorous kisses you removed your mouth from his and stared at him with a soft smile.

SMACK

You just slapped him, hard enough for his head to turn to the side. You looked at him with a victorious smile, you knew he was angry, you saw the vein in his neck coming out like never before and you spotted a twisted smile on his face as he turned his head towards you. It was not a good sign.

He grabbed you by your neck and pushed you until your back hit the wall behind you, his body pressing against yours. His hand moved from your neck to your chin, which he grabbed firmly so that you could look him in the eye.

"Why are you avoiding my gaze, huh? The brat wants to test limits, but when she crosses them, she is scared? " he mocked

An arrogant smile appeared on your face, he didn't like losing control, he had to take it back. He released your face and took five steps back.

"Take off your clothes, take everything off. " he ordered

You walked slightly so your back does not touch the wall and you executed the order he gave you. You looked at him, your face smiling as you unbutton your blouse and jeans. You are now in your underwear in front of him. He is looking at every detail of your body as he is licking his lower lip.

"I said, everything. " he warned

You deliberately disobeyed him, it became a game for you, you wanted to push him to the limit, you wanted to resist him for a while. You removed your bra and throw it on the side and gently slide your panties along your legs.

He moved towards you and turned around you like a predator playing with his prey. You can feel the heat between your legs getting stronger and stronger and the warmth in your stomach spreading all over your body. You enjoyed being naked and at his mercy. He is standing behind you, he pushed you toward the bed so you understand his request and lay down, your face is sinking into the mattress. You can hear the sound of his boots sounding on the floor, he is moving closer to the bed and you feel the mattress sinking as he sits down.

His hand go between your legs, the tip of his index finger strokes your clit, teasing the sensitive piece of nerves. You are already so wet for him, you feel the tip of his finger press slowly into your entrance, your breathing speeding up as he presses deeper, finding that little spot deep inside you that made you moan in pleasure. He slowly adds another finger, stretching you, his fingers starting to thrust in and out very slowly and your moans are getting louder and louder.

"Look at me Y/N" he whispered

You turned your face so you could look at him. He kept his eyes on you as he continued, watching your reactions. Your cheeks were pink and your eyes filled with desire. With your hands tightening the sheets, you start moving your hips to increase the speed of his thrusts, but he stopped and you made a protesting noise.

"Stay still or I'll stop. " He leaned towards your ear and whispered " You want more, hm? Beg for it" he continued the movement of his fingers as he licked your ear.

"N-no, i... i will not b-beg you..." you whimpered between two waves of pleasure.

With a quick movement he turned you over on the mattress, his hand caressing your sensitive spot as he laid wet kisses along your neck and down towards your breasts, tickling your already hardened nipples. You gasped with pleasure when he inserted a third finger into your entrance.

"Yes, that's right. Tell me how much you like it, do you like being treated like the slut you are? ”

You nodded desperately

"T-t-t-t" he said teasingly, "you're going to have to speak up - or else I stop moving my fairy fingers"

"F-fuck you Whitly" you gasped, not wanting to give it to him.

"Such language," he said teasingly. "It's the next step, we're almost there," he said proudly

His thrusts are speeding up, the heat between your thighs is burning, your breathing is deep and fast, but he stopped just before you came and you growled in frustration.

"Do you have something to say Y/N? " he mocked

"Please, p-please, don't make me..." you wanted to cry in frustration, his grip on you harden as he bites your nipple.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me what you want " he asked, smirking.

"Please M. Whitly… " you pleaded

"Yes, say it, before I lose my patience " he warned

"Please Mr. Whitly, fuck me...... Please..." You say, defeated and ashamed, hiding your face.

"Music to my ears darling, get on all fours for me " he ordered

You get on all fours quickly, you can feel his hands grabbing your hips firmly, his fingers leaving bruises. You could feel the tip of his cock teasing your entrance your turned your head to have a look at his face your eyes silently begged for him to take you. He pushed roughly into you in one thrust. God you were so tight, so very tight around him. Your Nails dug into the sheets. It was painful at first, he was thick but when he started thrusting, the pain turned into exquisite pleasure. Wildly he bucked into you, pushing the air from your lungs with each brutal thrust. He moved faster and faster and he started to caress your clit as he rocked into you.

" Ohhhh f-f-f-f-fuuuck, i’m going to cum, please harder ! " you moaned loudly

Pleasure quickly builded inside you, making your body clench tighter around his member, and making him groan. Your orgasm came in waves, each thrust making them more intense than the last, he didn’t slow down while you came around him, one hand pulling your hair as you were lost in your multiple orgasmes.

He fucked you through your orgasm and pulled out.

" Come here, get on your knees " he ordered, stroking his cock.

You get down on your knees in front of him making eye contact

" Open your dirty mouth for me darling " you slip his tip into your mouth, tasting his precome mixed with the taste of your own arousal.

“Hands behind your back, you don’t need it” he whimpered.

You put your hands behind your back letting him fuck your throat while you moved your head and sucked in time with his thrusts.

“Ohhh Fuck.” He moaned as he neared his release, pushing his cock down your throat until it disappeared. You could feel his seed running down your throat. After a few seconds, he pulled you out of his cock

" Swallow. " he ordered and so you do. " Good girl. " he smiled, petting your head.

He pulled you to your feet before pulling his pants back up and securing his belt, while you get as dressed as you can. He walked towards his desk and took a seat. You opened the door and before you leaved you heard his voice

"Y/N, don't forget, it's our secret and if you keep it safe, you could come back and pay me another visit."  he grinned

You winked at him and closed the door.

[zekroudon]

The Song of our Hearts (Lukadrien June 2020)

I decided to do Lukadrien June this year! Most prompts are stand alone, but some are follow-ups. You can read it on Ao3 here!

Day 1: Supernatural

For many years, people have been claiming that a ghost was haunting the streets of Paris. He only appeared at night and rumor said that cats were his followers, his spies. Some said he was a boy who had been killed in a car accident, others talked of a man who was murdered. The truth was, no one had proof of his existence. Parisians called him Chat Noir.

Having grown up in the city, Luka wasn’t scared of the ghost. You could even say that part of him was curious. He never had been interested in spirits, that always had been his sister’s thing, but something about Chat Noir called to him. Maybe he knew him in a previous life?

He always preferred the calm of the late hours to the rush and crowds of daytime. It was hard to be inspired to create music when people keep running around you. The deck was enough sometimes, his sister and mother sound asleep in their cabins, but today he needed more. He crossed the bridge and wandered the nearby streets. Some cats fought and hissed in a nearby alley while others meowled. Most Parisians would have fled as fast as they could, but Luka simply continued to walk calmly. He found a bench near a fountain and strum some chords on his guitar. The echo felt right and the water was comforting.

He closed his eyes and played his music. The notes echoed around him in the night, filling the silence. The cats stopped their meowling to listen to him, like an audience. His melancholy and loneliness expressed through song, as he always did. His sister had a few friends and they formed a group together, named Kitty Section, but he had barely any friends of his own. Most young adults were weirded out by his way of communicating.

Luka felt something move next to him. Certain that it was simply a cat, he continued strumming his cords and even hummed a little. He reached a pause and nearly dropped his instrument when a voice spoke next to him.

"You are really good! I rarely hear talented musicians like you."

He opened his mouth to thank the person but no words left his throat. The young man sitting next to him had black cat-like ears on top of his golden blond hair. His piercing green eyes looking at him. His face was dark around his eyes as if his skin had been burned, forming a sort of mask. A black tail was gently wagging behind him. His clothes were stained in some places, though it was hard to tell if it was dirt or blood. Chat Noir was sitting next to him.

"I guess now is the time where you just run away screaming. I’m sorry, I’ll leave you to your music… - No, it’s okay, you can stay. I don’t mind you listening, it’s nice having company."

Luka has no idea why he said that; the rational part of his brain telling him to run as far as he can, but his heart tells him to stay, that Chat Noir won’t hurt him. Even though his nails looked sharp like claws and his pupils more cat than human, he didn’t appear to be dangerous. Chat’s face broke into a huge smile when he registered what the musician said and it warmed his heart. He closed his eyes once again and tried to listen to the cat man’s "heart" song. He seemed lonely and scared, liked he missed contact with a human and it was obvious through his posture and expression, his face soft and his body leaning towards Luka’s. Music filled the small parc once again and it was as if the world had stopped to listen to his songs.

When he reopened his eyes, he saw that Chat’s eyes were closed and he was still smiling. His head was dangerously close to Luka’s shoulder but he didn’t mind. Soft hair caressed his neck and cheek as the blond’s head touched his shoulder. He partly expected him to simply phase through his body, but his breath and cold skin felt real.

"What is your name, asked the blue-haired boy? - I’m… People call me Chat Noir, he answered. - I mean, your real name? - I think my name is Adrien. - I’m Luka, nice to meet you. - Luka… It’s a really pretty name for a handsome man, he replies flirtatiously, though his voice shifts quickly. Why aren’t you scared? People always run away from me… I try not to sneak up on them or to appear too frightening, but they’re always horrified seeing me… I just want company and food; I mean no harm… - You don’t look scary to me, you’re kind of cute, you know."

Adrien scoffed at his answer and it turns to giggles. He was looking longingly at him, to Luka’s surprise.

" Thank you, you must be the first to think so… I think my father always said I was a failure and I can’t remember my mother… - You don’t remember anything before you die…. Sorry, I shouldn’t ask that. - No, it’s okay… I’m not dead per se, I’ve been cursed when I ran away and stumbled upon an ancient ring. It made me stronger, but I have to look like this… - Can you break the curse? - Well, I never tried, the spirit said it was for as long as I’d live, people would see me as a monster…"

It was probably dumb, incredibly stupid and dangerous, but his heart was telling him to hug Adrien, that he probably hadn’t received affection in a long while. He slowly enlaced the cat with his arms and held him close to him, without making him feel like he couldn’t escape. Adrien cuddled closer to his chest like he wanted to hear Luka’s heartbeat. A soft purr echoed around them and the musician knew it came from the blond.

"I’ll help you break your curse; I promise. -Thank you, Luka, answered Adrien."

He answered while nuzzling his chest to be more comfortable, just like a cat would. An urge to protect him overcame Luka and he knew he would do anything to make his new friend happy.

[xxsanshinexx]

Chapter Two: The Pack

Chapter 1| Jungle City | Chapter 3

Alpha and you ran, through crowded streets of manic pedestrians and through streets where not even the wind whispered. Yet the screams of the plaza were still there no matter how far you ran; the Mayor’s voice blaring through the speakers that covered the entirety of the city and through the announcement drones. It wasn’t until the pair of you made it to a district you had never set foot in before did Alpha slow down. Chain-link fences covered nearly every inch of the buildings, banners and graffiti covering everything else; but, yet the Jungle City flag still waved above it all.

“Just this way,” Alpha whispered, tugging you towards a cut in a fence, blocking off a dark building that looked like it had seen much better days. You followed him without hesitation, taking note of how weathered the fences were and how the door you stood before looked like it had been reconstructed several times.

“Where are we?” Your voice matched the scene, quiet and eerie, as you watched Alpha raise his fist to the door; knocking in a way too specific to be normal.

“This is district nine…. An abandoned district left for those in poverty or those who seek retribution.” He knocked loudly again, his regard for secrecy seemingly gone once he had pulled himself through the fence. You couldn’t lie, beyond the fence the world seemed different; lawless.

“Cub open the damn door!” He yelled, annoyance clear in his voice, “We’re gonna die out here if you don’t.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, Alpha.” A lazy voice drawled as the metal door swung open to reveal a pretty boy, with dark hair and a cat like glint in his gaze, “Cub’s out, went to salvage what he could from that shitfest to sell to The Raven.”

“Nice to see you too, Feline.” Alpha scoffed, hand tightening ever so slightly on your own but all you could do was be highly amused by the way the boys spoke to one another.

Feline rolled his eyes and opened the door wider for the two of you, “Oh just shut the hell up and get in here so you can stop using that stupid code name.”

Alpha stepped in before you and you went to follow suit, but a hand was slammed harshly into your shoulder. Feline raised his eyebrow at you, lips curling up in a sneer despite Alpha’s displeased sigh. “We don’t just let anyone in here.”

“They saved me from getting myself killed.” Alpha huffed, pushing Feline’s hand off of your shoulder with a tone akin to one in a leadership position. “They’re safe. Now let’s get off the street.”

Feline gave you one more harsh glare before fully removing his hand from you to shut the door, the room encased in darkness save for the few red lights. You had no idea how they could live in this, the complete darkness with only the steps illuminated; but it seemed it wasn’t their right to decide that. Darkness tended to accompany safety.

Alpha kept his hand on yours as he led you down the stairs. There was a faint radio playing from somewhere below, the only sound save for your clamoring footsteps on the cement stairs. Feline had disappeared somewhere into the dark abyss and you weren’t too keen on the idea of letting him out of your sight. The only thing keeping you from not trying to find him was the steady comfort that Alpha gave off, especially as your feet hit the bottom of the stairs; leading you into an open room much lighter than the stairwell you had been in. It was a meeting room of sorts, a large circular table with discarded chairs around it besides one where a boy sat, succumbed to the light of his laptop.

“What are you doing here?” Alpha asked, his footsteps louder than the news audio emitting from the laptop.

“Observing… quite the mess was made out their Ch-” the boy paused as he looked up, his once mellow demeanor replaced with a shocked one, “... Alpha.”

“They’re fine.” Alpha shook his head, running his free hand down his features. “Stopped my dumb ass from making a risky move.”

“Is that enough for them to join The Pack?” The boy at the laptop scoffed before he turned back to the screen, “You made me take like five tests.”

“That’s because you’re our only hacker.” Alpha sighed, pulling out a chair and gesturing you to take a seat which you gladly did so. The weight of the day was finally beginning to weigh down on your shoulders. “You needed to have all the best skills.”

The boy rolled his eyes and shook his head in your direction, “Anything is better than Felix and his computer skills, I suppose.”

“Do i get to know your names now?” You asked, your voice working for the first time since you had arrived, making both males turn their heads towards you. “Or do I still have to call you by those silly codenames?”

“See? What did I tell you Chan, they’re stupid!” Feline huffed as he stalked into the room from the shadows, his arms extended to the male who had taken you along with him. So his name was Chan? You looked over him once, taking in his amused expression once more, before nodding slightly. You liked Chan much better than Alpha.

“They’re safe. There’s a difference.”

“Not when your codename is fucking Feline.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest like a child.

The boy at the computer just scoffed at his antics, “Try being Beagle… God who let Jeongin pick the codenames again?”

“I think it’s cute,” you smirked, making sure Feline caught the amusement glinting in your eyes. “Kitty.”

“Even the newbie is taunting me.” He huffed, catching the way his friends lips quirked upwards at your remark. It was a nice thing to see after such a long day.

Chan reached out to touch your arm, bringing your full attention back to him. “What’s your name-”

“Oh what a fucking gentleman you are, Chan. Dragging them off without even knowing their name-”

“Shut it Kitty Cat,” Feline’s expression turned sour and Chan took that time to finally speak, his voice steady. “My name is Bang Chan, I did promise I’d tell you that. Now what’s yours?”

“Y/n.” You said, everything in you telling you not to say a single word but you couldn’t help it. Something about this place, with the dark red lighting and rooms in darkness, something about it felt right. “L/n, Y/n.”

“Well it’s nice to know the name of the person who saved my ass-”

“Because Chan has impulse problems, he sees something? Usually has to do it.” The boy at the laptop said with a grin, “He’s a great leader really just an idiot sometimes.”

“That is Seungmin, also known as Beagle; our hacker and resident smartass.” Chan rolled his eyes and drifted over to where Feline sulked against a pole. “Would you like to introduce yourself or are you going to sulk?”

He rolled his eyes and stood up, “My name is Minho. If you ever call me Kitty again I will shoot you.” With that he was off, gliding down the darkened hallways accompanied by Seungmin’s chuckling and Chan’s tired sigh.

“Minho’s very dramatic you’ll come to find.” Seungmin said as he continued to type away on his keyboard, but this time you noticed the way his laptop was connected to more cords than you had fingers; some of them running all the way up to the ceiling.

“How many of you are there?” You tentatively asked, eyes trailing from the cords on the ceiling to the plethora of chairs that littered around the table. There were seven you could count.

“Technically? Nine.” Chan started, his fingers beginning to absentmindedly bounce against the white wood. “We have two honoraries, they come and go as pleased. We can’t do too much about them though because their supplies are necessary to us. Ones that live here though, we have seven. The rest of them our probably out trying to… find and salvage what they can from the events of the plaza. Minho is the third in command and you know what Seungmin does. You’ll meet the others later.”

“So what are you guys?” You said, brows furrowed as you tried to take it all in, missing the way Chan stared at you curiously. “I get it, you’re some resistance or whatever. A small group of freedom fighters… so what are you and what are you trying to do.”

Chan couldn’t help but stare at you in that moment. No one ever asked what they were trying to do right away; what they were at their core. He could see you hadn’t had much experience with the resistance groups, but that didn’t matter to him. Woojin was their best man and he had started off clueless. Jeongin was innocent to the ways of war and politics and now he knew more than anyone in their crew. With the way your mind worked, the way you could spot things so easily and get to the point; they needed more of that.

“We’re trying to live.” Chan started slowly, capturing both you and Seungmin’s attention. “We’re trying to get the world out of the hands of people who aim to control it and into the hands of those who aim to make it grow… make it a place where we don’t fear one another… and where we live lives not of rebellion but of something more.”

You couldn’t help the small grin that began to take over you lips. You had waited half of your life to hear those words; the promise of something more than being scared to speak, to act, to live. Now it was being handed to you on a silver platter.

“So,” You said leaning back in your seat, looking at both of the boys who stared at you expectantly. “Do I have to get an invitation to join or do I just have to say yes?”

Chan laughed, a sound you wouldn’t have expected from someone you had just sprinted the entirety of the city with, and Seungmin just shook his head though you could see the glimmer of a smile on his lips. These bright boys weren’t who you thought would be apart of the rebels; not with the way they smiled or laughed despite the world around them. It only made you want to fight with them more.

“So, L/n, Y/n.” Chan said after a moment of laughter, eyes trailing up to meet your own in an intense gaze. One only needed for something that was in reality quite serious. “Do you want to join The Pack.”

You cocked your head to the side in thought, though your mind was entirely made up. “You’ll have to show me what you’re all about.”

“That’ll be easy.”

“And do I get a stupid codename, Alpha?”

Chan scoffed over Seungmin’s chuckles, nearly regretting the thought of bringing another sarcastic shit into the family. “Only if Jeongin likes you.”

~~~~

@kwanismsworld @uwu-yifan

[hyunsracha]

path of night — seo changbin

word count: 2.4k

summary: changbin thinks you’re really great.

it’s 2018. witches are … Okay.

like ppl aren’t KILLING them anymore but a lot of people don’t even believe in them and like witches don’t go around Telling people they’re witches

but ppl wear them as halloween costumes and the real witches just have to :)

speaking of witches … seo changbin!

he’s only half witch but shhhhh

his mother is a human, but she studied witches so obviously when his dad was like “uhh yo i'm a warlock ?? lol” she was like “ok yea.”

and they fell in love and had a changbin!

they live in a big ass victorian house on the edge of town, which basically screams, “we’re the only family of witches in this town! look at our big, spooky house!”

changbin doesn’t understand why they didn’t just get a fuckin house in the suburbs

his familiar is a raven named Prince of Darkness (he was like 14 ok he was going through his emo phase) and they're bros

sometimes Prince just shows up and caws and changbin caws back and it’s cute !

changbin’s mortal best friend, chris, thinks it’s fucking weird

“u have a pet raven.”

“yeah.”

“why?”

“like raven.”

“freak.”

so when changbin was 16, he had to choose between his mortal and his witch side.

and obviously he chose the witch side

why tf would he give up such epic powers?

the downside though … was that he had to leave

since he decided to go down the Path of Night, he would move to salem and go to the largest division of the academy for witches

and he Thought about telling chris that he was moving to an Elite Boarding School For Smart People but chris would not believe that .. so it was time to fess up

“hey so uh ….. i may or may not be a warlock”

“a who”

“u know . like sabrina the teenage witch . but …. changbin”

“OH ???? IS THAT HOW U PASSED BIOLOGY???”

“i mean yeah but u DONT HAVE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD!!”

so with that loose end tied up, changbin packed his shit (and his bird) and moved to salem !!!!

there, he meets minho, a year older, and hyunjin, in the same year (i'll do ages as i want thank u very much) and they all become bros !!!

ur only allowed to bring One familiar to school . and minho has Three . so his familiar is ……………. all three of his cats

he put on a spell on them so they all just became one cat but it’s completely reversible !! when he goes back to his room he frees his kitties from their kitty cell

“minho wtf do u mean that’s Three cats there’s only one.”

“OH YEAH?? OK! *mf does reversal spell*” *three cats appear* *they start running all over the common area* “FUCK!!!!”

and hyunjin’s is a lil pup named kkami

“kkami is an ugly name for a familiar”

“UR BIRDS NAME IS PRINCE OF DARKNESS?? SHUT THE FUCK UP??”

changbin does Okay in school . he does better than he did in Mortal School

“wtf do u mean we still have to learn algebra”

“we still need witch accountants, mr. seo.”

“i still need a Will To Live, mrs. kim.”

changbin liked to keep quiet about his family.

he knew that “half-breeds” got made fun of a lot, and were treated as lesser witches, so he just kept his mouth shut and avoided family talk.

it took about a year for his secret to get out.

he was sitting in the dining hall with hyunjin and minho Minding His Own Goddamn Business when a mr Jaebum walks in

jaebum was a few years older than minho; he would be graduating soon

he slid into the seat across from changbin, sending him a sinister little smile,

“hello, half-breed.”

the dining hall went silent.

changbin froze.

“i don’t know who the FUCK you think you’re talking to-”

“it’s okay, min. he’s right.”

minho and hyunjin: JFSGJBDB;L?

of course, that didn’t Change anything

changbin was their FRIEND

and he was a good warlock so ??? who fuckin cares

jaebum, apparently

changbin stared down at his tray, tears blurring his vision

he’s sensitive :(

minho saw his eyes watering and almost fucking HEXED JAEBUM

hyunjin held his hand under the table what a good boy

jaebum didn’t stop there, though

“you should go back to your mortal school and learn your stupid mortal things you useless-”

“what the fuck did he even do to you? why do you care?” omg minho u legend

“he’s not like the rest of us. he doesn’t deserve to go here.”

“hey jaebum have you ever tried shutting your fucking mouth?” a new voice spoke

everyone turned to face this new voice

oh look! it’s you! with ur lil entourage (it’s literally 2 ppl) behind u

“excuse me?” jaebum stood. he wasn’t the tallest guy, but he could be Quite Intimidating. u didn’t back down though.

“you heard me. you might want to watch your tone, though.”

“oh yeah? and why would i do that?”

“you shouldn’t speak to a l/n like that. who knows what would happen if my father found out.”

another hush fell over the dining hall.

everyone knows the l/n family. they have to, the l/ns are only one of the most powerful witch families in the whole World.

your father was on the Witch’s Council, along with the fathers of your two friends behind you, seungmin and jisung

the three of you grew up in salem and were homeschooled by seungmin’s mom, so the three of u have been best friends for ur whole lives

and the three of u turned 16 this year so !! here u were

today was ur first day, and when u walked into the dining all, u saw jaebum teasing a poor kid

and that doesn’t fly with u

the three of u put ur trays on the table when jaebum leaves

“tell me if he gives you a hard time again, yeah?”

changbin is??? JSKLGJS???

A L/N?? JUST STOOD UP FOR HIM??

minho, changbin, and hyunjin all look like :0 and you, seungmin, and jisung are just staring back like :]

and that’s how ur lil squad forms !!!

u, jisung, and seungmin are the youngest so u don’t have classes with them, but it’s fine !

lunch exists for a Reason

“for eating.”

“shut up, jisung.”

but you guys spent all your free time together ! and u guys really clicked !

its like u were destined to be friends (◕‿◕) it was written in the stars (◕‿◕)

but out of your three new friends, you were closest to changbin

maybe it was bc you stood up for him on the first day, but there was just Something Different about him, yk?

sometimes the two of you would sneak off campus at night to go watch the stars in the woods

u guys would cast dumb little spells at each other

one time u turned him into a goat ON ACCIDENT but he was

So mad.

so he turned u into a chicken and it was.

a fun night!

your familiar was a bat, so she would go and fly away with prince and i’m sure they had a good time

you just felt so? nice with changbin

you could talk about anything and everything for hours on end and never get bored

little did u know, changbin felt the same way!

but he came to the conclusion faster than u did:

“oh man i think i like y/n.”

“i know.” hyunjin said from the bottom bunk.

those two were roommates. yes it’s just as chaotic as it sounds.

“WH- WHAT DO U MEAN U KNOW?”

“bro its so obvious? y/n breathes and ur like omo look how cute!”

“i don't say omo.”

“omo!”

“ur literally useless.”

“AM NOT.” hyunjin sat up, “I could help you two get together.”

“hell no.”

“omg we’re all going to hell so i’m taking that as a yes! see u later, binnie!”

“WHERE ARE U - ok he’s gone”

hyunjin ran over to ur dorm, Aggressively knocking on the door.

“hyunjin ur gonna make ur knuckles bleed if u do that any harder.”

“SEUNGMIN ! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE !”

“W-W-W-yes?”

(seungmin is kind of in love with hyunjin but honestly who isn’t)

“i’m looking for y/n.”

“you found them.” you said from behind hyunjin, making him nearly Jump Out Of His Skin.

he dragged you away from your dorm, leaving a very confused seungmin in the doorway.

“this is super important sneaky sneak business, okay?” hyunjin sat you down at a table in the library. he sat across from you, taking your hands in his.

“you’re being weirder than usually, hyunjin.”

“i need you to be honest with me,” he stared down into your eyes, using that glare he used when jaebeom was Anywhere near you guys.

“are you trying to cast a spell on me right now, hwang?” you glared back, pulling your hands away.

“N-No!”

“YOU WERE TRYING TO DO THE TRUTH SPELL!”

“THIS IS A LIBRARY BE QUIET!”

“Fine. Why are you trying to put the truth spell on me?”

“do you like changbin?”

“of course i do, we’re friends-”

“no, y/n, you dumb bitch,” hyunjin sighed, pressing his palms against the table, “like. do you Like Like him?”

you furrowed your brow, wondering why the Hell he would ask you something like that.

i mean … you had never thought about changbin like that …

and it wouldn’t be Terrible to date him …

he was funny … and nice … and a good warlock …. and cute …….. and you’ve held his hand before ……….. that was nice ……………… and maybe you’ve thought about kissing him but Only once or twice !!!

oh man

“oh man. i think i like changbin.”

“oh thank fucking god, it would’ve been really awkward if you didn’t.”

“HUH???”

“i have 2 go.”

and hyunjin left you. very confused. in the library.

so hyunjin NYOOMS back to his dorm

yk how he does with his long ass legs

“hello tiny roommate.”

“absolutely go fuck yourself.”

“ok….well i have tea…...and i guess ur not getting it…..”

“hyunjin you fucking local its 2019 why are u still saying that.”

hyunjin pouted, “so u DONT wanna know that y/n likes u back??? ok FUCK u then!!” he climbed into his bed.

wait for it…..

“oh fuck.”

“Y/N LIKES ME????? HUH???? HWANG HYUNJIN!!!!!!”

“oh my god ur so loud JUST. confess or sumn u big idiot.”

hyunjin be like [ napping noises ]

changbin be like [ PANICKED NOISES ]

how is he supposed to just CONFESS??? that's not EASY

hyunjin thinks its easy bc he’s never confessed to Anyone

everyone confesses to Him

its scawy :(

but changbin Is Not A Coward

(yes he is)

the next day at lunch, changbin is …. Off

“hey binnie!” u put ur tray down next to him and send him a Big Big smile

the butterflies in his tummy go HFJSKGGJ and he goes “hey!” but his voice cracks

he flushes a bright cherry red and u think he's the CUTEST BOY EVER

but he keeps squeaking and blushing and can't exactly look u in the eye :(

how is he supposed to when he knows that U Like Him !!!! u like him !!!!!

he’s in his last class of the day (algebra - gag) when he thinks of an idea

and it’s a good one too !!!!

“that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard.”

“shut up seungmin if hyunjin did that for u u’d literally cry.”

“WH - I - get out of my room.”

u get a text from changbin that says “meet me in the common room!! it’s importante (that’s spanish for important)!! ^.^”

his little emoticon u go <3____<3

so u text back “okie!!” and get ready to go to the common room

it was like . 11pm . but u didn't really think about that

u and changbin hang out a lot at that time so !

the common room was Empty when u got there

“Hello??? binnie???”

no response

u cast a lil spell to make a light appear on the tip of ur finger (u literally could’ve just . Turned on the lights . but this is more fun) and sit by the big statue of Satan himself and Wait.

ur only waiting for like 30 seconds when u hear It

singing???

hello???

u instantly recognized the song bc U Loved The Song

it was zion.t’s no make up and u went [ caveman spongebob ]

WHO IS SINGING

WHY ARE THEY SINGING

the light on ur finger went out as you clenched your fist, looking around for the source of the voice

the lights in the common room came on; dimly, but still on.

and rose petals started to fall from the ceiling

this was weird

pretty! and u were kind of on the verge of tears! but pretty!

and then u saw him

Seo Changbin.

why is seo changbin singing to u

since when can changbin Sing like that???

“changbin-”

“SHHSHSHSHHSH let me talk before i lose my confidence!!!

so…..you’re…..really great.”

“thanks.”

“I SAID LET ME TALK. you’re really great. really Really great. and i think …. i think we get along really well. like……..we’re bros, right? wait- bros probably isn’t the best word for this- oh my god.”

“changbin...are you...trying to say something?”

“i like you !!! and i know you like me back-”

“HUH”

“hyunjin has a big mouth.”

“oh my god.”

“yeah.”

there was silence for a moment.

what are you supposed to do now?

you were happy.

u were fricking Ecstatic!!! changbin liked u back!!!!

u were gonna kill hyunjin but!!! yippee!!!

“so do i just….are we- are we a thing now?” changbin broke the silence

“oh!” you stood from your spot on the floor, “y-yeah!”

“ok sick …. so i can do this now-” he made his way towards you, grabbing you by the waist and pressing his lips against yours.

his other hand came up to hold your face, and you were glad that he was holding your waist so tightly or you might’ve fallen down, your knees were so weak.

since when can changbin Kiss like that

“i-in front of satan and everybody, huh…” you giggled after he pulled away.

“satan’s fine. i’m sure he loves a good teen romance.”

“you’re an idiot, seo changbin.”

“but i’m your idiot :DDD”

and your first order of business as a couple : Operation Seungjin.

[spacegaywritings]

Warming Paws and melting Walls (5/8) “Territorial Revenge”

Summary: Nobody responded within a week and so Remy made sure to inform Emile so they could repaint the office. Virgil does not like being alone for long, especially when it is unexpected.

Luckily, the two are quick to make up.

 Tags: animal waster, cat litter box, urine, descriptions of urine smell, cleaning, a bit of fighting bc this is an upset kitty, food and eating mention, feeding, late nights, metal clanking sound, vaccine mention, vet mention, slight restrictions of breathing? Pining mention, auditory triggers, migraine mention, somft feelings, more snuggles and cuddles, kitty gone bad boi,

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Metal clattered together as the key within the lock pressed deeper into it and started turning in order to open the door at last. The light sound filled the cool air. Eventually, the metal keys fell against the dark colour, wooden door and with a particularly loud ‘knack’ of the door, the lock gave way and the way was free.

Remy finally stepped into his home.

It was dark already but that did not stop him from wanting to go home, it encouraged him even further. He was the kind of person to change the night but with Virgil waiting for him, there was an intense urge to just be with the little pet. The darkness outside his apartment was driving him to be faster when the hours passed and passed.

 He had cleaned everything with Emile, right after fucking painting it all and reorganising two fucking offices. It was work. It was a lot of work but it was paid extra work on top of that, yet Remy was not exactly a fan of it. The man liked doing his thing, being left alone a bit but also having some non-annoying or intrusive/persistent social interaction. But.. working with Emile all day was as lovely as it could be exhaustive.

That pal did not gossip enough! Remy wanted to talk about chill things, not how he hated or did not hate his parents and whatnot.

 Sometimes he wondered whether people moved away and went to other therapists so they would be safe from all their dreadful puns. Maybe it helped in therapy? He did not know but it made him feel fluttered and warm all the same. Still, it would get him to feel nauseous after some time. Maybe Emile played into his auditory triggers - too many words in too little time.

 Remy stepped into his home and closed the door.

The sound of shutting it echoed through the vast emptiness in his apartment. Actually, there was so much nothing, it really filled the complete living space.

 Strange..

 All he could notice was a certain smell.. a pungent, intense smell. It was odd and he could not quite place it.

It sort of reminded him of...

 Oh no.

 He carefully switched on the light.

Whenever he used his lights, he could not help but be glad about having found proper lamps that did not cause too much eye strain at once. People who developed and invented ideas for dim light bulbs and lamps that were made to be comfortable rather than stinging in illumination were simply saints and he would never back away from this opinion. Those were fucking heroes because they helped the dumb minorities like him that was too Extra (tm) to live with regular things.

 When the dim lights, he loved so much, showered the hallway in golden warmth, he noticed.. a weird bit of something on the floor.

 Please please no.

 “Virgil?”

 He called into the void, for the void.

Nothing came back.

 Was the cat okay?

 Remy carefully made his way over to the weird something on the floor. It looked like spilled liquid, somewhat translucent and odd.

Did... Did Virgil vomit or pee onto the floor? Holy fuck, it smelled awful in the most indescribable ways. He did not want to describe it anyway, let alone sniff it enough to figure out certain components of the smell or any similarities to other scents.

 ...Oh dear fuck.

The smell - It was cat pee. Virgil had decided to fucking ruin his floor right in front of the little cat toilet he had put up.

 Well... that was it, he supposed. It had been a dream that Remy did not really have to “potty train” the kitten since it came with a lot of good manners already. That was so much of an indicator that the cat was from somewhere, that they were civilised and socialised.

Still, after weeks of no answers, Remy had cut the search and was happy to call the cat his own (albeit he never said so but the smiles on his face were more frequent than before and even his migraines seemed more at ease - not to mention how rare they had become).

 But it was too nice to have a cat - a first pet - that just was clean and trained and would use the litter box accordingly.

 “I swear, you are going to kill me, Queen. I just cleaned it in the morning. It cannot be that bad, can it?”

 He already moved to open a few windows and make sure the horrible smell would yield to the fresh air of the evening.

Maybe he should not have been outside for so long without sending anyone over to check on Virgil and catsit after all. Remy admitted he should look into some silly students who needed the money and would be happy about just cuddling a cat and being able to have some WIFI and such.

 But really, he had not planned to stay outside for that long. He had wanted to run over and check in on the dust ghost during his lunch break. Sadly, Emile did have that sort of amnesia effect on him. His horny brain went dumb and forgot all the important logic and memory. Therefore, he had been too stupid from love to really think about Virgil needing him at that moment.

Next time, he would discuss this with Emile beforehand. One mistake was alright as long as nobody was hurt and he learned from it.

 With black bags under his eyes and shades perched up on the top of his head, he grabbed a few tissues, gloves and a mop and got ready to clean up. Excitement as great as it could have been in such a situation, he got down to clean up and once done, he finished up over there and tended to the litter box.

 Nearly empty. There was like, the usual stuff but it was not much because he had cleaned it in the morning - on purpose!

 “Are you fucking kidding me? Virgil, why would you do this?”

 A deep groan of annoyance split his lips. He got up to remove the bit of waste that was still residing inside. It just took a few moment and it was already done. He disposed of the dirt properly and put his cleaning utensils into the dedicated space. 

A tinge of worry hit him as he did so. The cleanness was achieved at last but what about Vi- Just then, a streak of black crossed his view.

 “Virgil!”

 His tone was low, touching a bit into the territory of a parent. Specifically, when a goody two shoes did something wrong and the parents got all “I am not mad, just disappointed”.  

The kitten ducked away and whipped its tail down before slowly swishing it from side to side.

They almost looked ready to fight and as if Remy had provoked it, the void suddenly jumped at his black boot - yes, just one. This was one smol individual and they had yet to be tol enough to attack two Remy feet at once. Soft paws drummed onto the shoe and the ball of charcoal furry was hissing and scratching.

 “Hey! Ow-”, Remy hissed back in surprise and slight aggravation, “Virgil, what the fuck!”

 The cat jumped back and Remy quickly dropped his jacket, revealing a black sweat shirt he was wearing underneath.

 The angry cat hissed at the man and ducked and arched their back. Then, they went in for the fight, now aiming at his knees. A pair of claws jumped at him, so Remy committed himself to the idiocy of catching the cat and picking them up.

 Virgil did not get his knees but they did catch some skin of his arms.

 “What is wrong with you, gurl? Do you want to play? This is some shit way to tell me about it, queen. You pissed on my floor.”

 Virgil hissed again and Remy blinked in incomprehension. He should learn more about cats or something. Like, take a course in cat training because this whole behaviour was too sudden and confusing for him to make sense of it. These acts were so contrary to what they had done before to him. Even at the start of their relationship they had been somewhat loving towards once another.

 He did not want to admit it but.. the cat rejecting him kind of stung. Yeah, his attacked shoes were also a point of inconvenience he did not really approve of but they were manageable.

The cat was down on the ground again but definitely not down-to-earth. They were already spitting fireballs at the belated arrival and Remy was cursed with being puzzled forever since they could not communicate and explain what happened.

 Remy was unfortunate to think of Virgil as playfully fighting him. By instinct or whatever.

 “Hey Queen, if you wanna play, can you just give me a minute or two, so I can eat? I want to exist, too, and you need to eat as well.”

 He collected the food and water bowl and made sure to fill everything properly. Virgil had abandoned him again in favour of creepily staring at him from afar. The tail was swishing like a clock’s ticking arms. And they were counting his time until being brought to justice by Black Cat Law, aka The Void Law.

 The cat owner emerged from the kitchen, filled bowls filling his hands.

Dry food, just a bit - minimal amounts. Wet food - the main source of sustenance for the kitty cat. Water - because kitty cat got free bowls of water twice a day, thrice when at work with him.

Remy put it back into place and the kitten quickly returned to retrieve the food.

 “Yeah, now you are happy, are you not?”

 The cat very much ignored him so they could feast upon the bouts of food brought to them. Finally their slave human was working again and feeding them as he was supposed to.

Rude to just take an unannounced break.

 “Yeah, I should have expected you to be bitchy without food. You are just like me, are you not, little honey?”

 A chuckle could be heard as he took a little moment to relish in the sounds coming from the Void of Darkness and Fire (tm) purring and chewing. The noises were barely audible but Remy has started picking up the most silent ones. It helped him detect the kitten’s feelings or locations when he needed to tend to the cat. Also, it made finding the cat easier for when he wanted to give them a little goodbye-snuggle before going to work.

 The urge to cuddle the cat right now was strong but he made sure to not do it.

Cats hated that, as much as sources told him. Sources were the internet and people and also a book he had gotten by now. And the vet he had visited once more after he decided to keep the cat since nobody seemed to care enough. Also, vaccines.

Other than that, Virgil also scratched him once he tried to snuggle them while eating. This was only legal when Virgil was already snuggled up to him due to pure pity they felt for him. Such a Queen.

 “You are too good for anyone, kitty. I am sorry for leaving you alone for so long.”

 No answer - but the black blob of fur seemed to be at ease with the food and water. This was a start, he thought to himself. Remy still felt guilty for leaving them alone for so long. Then again, he had expected to have the time and get home for a little bit during his lunch break but that did not work out, somehow. And going after his official working hours was not okay.

 He should give someone his keys so they could look after the little Queen of Salt for a bit when he had to stay away longer.

What if an emergency ever came up?

 His head shook the thoughts of darkness and anxiety away. Instead, he busied his empty hands with the simple task of reheating some food he had made before. Tomorrow he would get some chicken for his kitten to make up for being so neglectful and thoughtless. He needed to be more considerate and accept his responsibilities. After all, he was some kind of caretaker right now - a cat parent, if you will.

 Remy leaned back and took a deep breath.

 “Virgiiiiil ~”, he cooed softly and took out a little kitty treat.

 Just one.

It was not just for his guilty conscience but also for the cat to know he did not mean to. Virgil needed assurance and the stability of life. Giving him some sort of praise for being alone all day - for literally at least 10 hours - was appropriate, he supposed.

 The kitten was already done with their bowl of food and was currently drinking when the smell of more food and the sound of Remy’s - their owner’s voice - reached them. They sensed being called over and looked up from their bowl, licking their muzzle and nose with a satisfied look on their face.

 “Kitty cat”, he purred again and the void gently let their tail swish just a bit above the floor for a few single strands of their fur to trace over the dark ground.

 They purred back in solidarity. Soft paws sunk into the similarly dark floor. The kitty took one step after the other and slowly progressed, body slightly lethargic from the recent intake of food. The ball of fur and mischief made their way over to Remy and sniffed the air.

A determination ruled their fine movements.

 Ah, yes. More food.

Good human.

Their eyes sparked at the man, radiating praise and appreciation.

 Remy smiled in return and carefully nudged his hand close enough for Virgil to nibble at the treat. Immediately, they welcome it into their mouth. Without realising it, the owner visibly relaxed, the air standing in his lungs was flowing out of his nostrils and allowed him to inhale deeply. His posture eased up and his shoulders were now more straightened and calm compared to before. St a few moments ago, the weight of guilt tore down his body and forced his back to be crooked along with pushing his shoulders into a hunching position.

No more guilt was crushing him anymore, though. The cat had accepted his apology and was carefully pushing their head into Remy’s idle palm. The feeling of warmth, a bit of dampness and furry delight was tickling the receptors in his hand. The warmth travelled up to his chest, spreading throughout all of his body in the process.

 “You are too good for me. Aw, Virgil. Little Queen of Salt”, he purred and gently shifted to lean over and started brushing over the smooth and slightly shining fur of his little companion.

 His left was holding the curious head of a peculiar kitty cat and he gently started scritching their chin - well, the underside of their chin. It was a bit lighter than the rest of their body. At least, this is what it seemed like to him. It felt warmer and more brownish, yet just as lovely as the rest of them.

 Peaceful purring filled the room with soft sounds and calming noise instead of haunting silence

 “I love you too”, he chuckled.

 Maybe he did not know everything about cats, nor did he understand all his little sass-bean was trying to express with their general body posture, the position of their torso or their tail either - really, he did not know much at all - but he was still trying his best. He certainly was getting better at it and this counted, did it not? Also, it was not like he did not try to educate himself. His workplace naps were replaced by reading in his “cat bible” and literally taking notes.

 Hands gently curled around the food-filled body of a satisfied little void. Cradling the coal cat in his arms, he held them close to his heart and walked over to their couch.

 “Does my little storm cloud want to cuddle?”

 His voice was a low coo and the kitten responded with audible purrs and an enthusiastic bonk when their heads crushed together again.

 Ow.

... He would totally never get used to cats showing affection like that. 

 Well, still worth it.

Apparently, cats did that to show love or some trash. Whatever, Virgil barely ever did it but it got more and more frequent after their first days together. Now it was more often instead of rarely but it certainly was not the most usual and common thing between them.

Still, it could change. At the moment he just wanted to relish in the warmth of their cuddles and the comfort of their intimacy.

 Remy flopped onto the couch and left the cat on his chest while he simply laid down flat onto his back like a lazy plank swimming in the water. Just floatin’... simply going with the flow, adapting to any wave.

 The cat returned the action by softly pushing their paws into his ribs. Lungs complained due to the compromised volume for more precious and essential oxygen. Not that Remy cared.. nor did Virgil have the cognitive ability to care.

 “You having fun there, kitty?”

 This cat was royalty and Remy would continue to lay around and simply have them run up and down his body. All he wanted to do was.... just take off his pants and such and put on a more comfortable and flexible pyjama. Falling asleep in tight jeans was not as great (they were great for getting some looks from his boss, though). The idea of moving around right now was just as unpleasant as the idea of falling asleep and waking up in the pants he had worked and sweated in all day.

 Unfazed by anything, the void was simply preparing their human bed for a little longer before settling down onto his ribcage...warm and pressing. Just a tad uncomfortable.

 “Okay, there you go-”

 Yes, this was love.

 Remy was too exhausted and comfortable to feel too bothered by his air flow being obstructed. Slowly, he felt himself drift off. The man was soon in a light version of a slumber and gradually become a victim to the sweet relief of a little nap. The discomfort of sweaty and smelly clothes was forgotten when exhaustion took over. The overwhelming state of being physically drained got the best of him.

All good sentiment was forgotten when the comfort of a good cat and a warm home hugged him.

 Bye bye meal he had wanted to have. He was already satisfied in other way.

He was home.

 This was heaven.

[ourlastbastion]

Etherian Mall Ch. 8

The One with Catra & Frosta

Catra had been minding her own business. Really, she had. She had just been sitting at a table in the food court, minding her own damn business.

Yeah, maybe she had been alone at the time. It was her day off and her friends were busy.

She had just been sitting around in the food court waiting for some of them to finish up their shifts so they could hang out. Nothing more to it. All that mattered was that Catra had been keeping quiet and not causing any trouble for once.

In fact, Catra had nothing to do with the trouble that started. She had been minding her business eating one of those big soft pretzels.

But the fact of the matter was, regardless of Catra, trouble started.

She ignored it at first, the mocking jeers and taunts, the snarky answers back. She just kept eating her pretzel and looking at her watch. Maybe she got there too early because there was still over an hour until the two would be done with their respective jobs, and that was if they weren’t made to stay later because of something happening.

By the looks of it, most everyone else was also ignoring the apparent bullying going on in the food court. A few people would glance in the direction of the voices and quickly look away. Not wanting to get involved.

Catra couldn’t blame them.

Eventually, though, curiosity got the better of her. Taking a bite out of her pretzel, Catra turned around in her seat to look and see just what was going on.

Surrounding one of the tables was a group around her age, a couple looked a little younger, one looked a bit older. Leather jackets and snakes on the back, Catra recognized Lashor’s gang easily. What really took her by surprise was that they were circling and taunting Frosta of all people.

Now, Catra couldn’t say the twelve-year-old was a friend of hers. No, Frosta was more of Scorpia and Adora’s friend. Sure, Catra was friendly enough with the kid, as friendly as one ought to be to someone in your friend circle who’s not your friend in particular.

Hell, the most they’ve done that went beyond simple hellos was when Frosta punched Catra in the face last week. Not that Catra could blame her. She was more impressed than anything, the kid had a good right hook.

Frosta’s parents owned a winter gear store on the second floor of the shopping center, and the kid spent a lot of her time just wandering the mall and hanging out with people older than her, so seeing her wasn’t unusual by any means.

No, what was odd was that Lashor’s gang was picking on a twelve-year-old.

Finishing off her pretzel, Catra stood up and slowly made her way to their table, her tail swishing back and forth and her ears twitching a little.

She wasn’t doing this for Frosta, she wasn’t doing this to be a hero, of course not. That just wasn’t her style. She just didn’t like Tung Lashor and if she fucked up some of his goonies, that’d piss him off, and boy she got a kick out of pissing people off. Had nothing to do with her not liking grown ass adults picking on a kid.

“What, gonna cry?” hissed the bigger of the five, a bulky reptilian who spoke with a hiss. He leaned on the table and snatched fries that Frosta had probably been eating, downing them all in a single bite.

Another, a slim woman with goat horns cackled as she leaned against a shorter individual. “Cry for mommy and daddy?”

Frosta, for her part, was red in the face with embarrassment and rage, her hands shaking as she glared at them. “Go away before I make you.” It probably would have been more intimidating if Frosta wasn’t so small and so young. Instead of scaring the group off, the thugs just started laughing at her.

“Oh man, is this kid for real?” one of them wheezed, resting his elbow on her head. “Go away before I make you! Ah, that is hilarious.”

Catra smirked as she sauntered up, leaning against the table and looking at the gang, “What’s so funny?” she asked innocently, arms crossed over her chest and tail curling behind her. The laughter stopped when she spoke.

Now that Catra was at the table and getting a proper look at the group, she recognized two of them, the goat-woman and her small four-armed companion. Two people Catra had already beaten up and earned respect from. For those two, they clammed up as soon as Catra had spoken, backing away a little. The others, though? Not quite as easy to chase off.

“Aw? A kitty coming to the rescue?” the reptilian mocked, looking down on Catra. “You think you’re tough, how adorable.”

Catra smiled, raised a hand and let her claws extend. “I can show you just how tough I am if you want.”

She knew his kind. He was all talk, the type who relied on his intimidating appearance and bravado to scare people into submission. Catra knew how to deal with that, it was to show that you weren’t scared and that you were confident in your ability to take him down. She smirked, eyes locked on his as she let her claws slowly dig into the table, leaving deep scratches in the surface.

Almost a minute passed  before the thug broke her gaze, taking an uncertain step back as he glared and glowered. “She’s not even that much fun, anyway,” he muttered as if to protect his own pride, and began stalking away with his entourage following.

“While you go, tell Lashor hello for me,” Catra called after with a laugh, they flipped her off which only made her mood that much better.

“I didn’t need your help.”

Ah, there it was.

Catra was still smirking as she turned to look at Frosta, meeting her glare with amusement. Frosta, so prideful, so reluctant to rely on help. She reminded Catra of herself in a way. Catra faintly remembered Adora talking about how Frosta treated her when they first met, trying to act like she was mature and capable when really she was just a kid.

“I’m sure you could have,” Catra said, sinking into a chair.

Bristling, Frosta moved to stand. “I could have dealt with them on my own! I didn’t need you to interfere, I didn’t ask for you to help me!”

“Hey, who said I was helping you?” Catra asked in response, watching Frosta and chuckling a bit when Frosta looked absolutely confused. “If anything, I was just saving those idiots. If I hadn’t stepped in, they would have been leaving in an ambulance once you got through with them.”

Ah. There it was.

Frosta smiled. Well, it was less of a smile and more of a smug grin. “Well, of course. I was just waiting for the right moment to punch them in their stupid faces,” and as if to accentuate the point, she balled her hands into fists and raised them up to the air.

She couldn’t help it, not really, but Catra grinned and laughed. “Their faces are pretty dumb looking.”

Leaning back and glancing to the ceiling, Catra hummed, her smiling falling as she started to think. She could just leave right now. She stepped in, Lashor’s gang backed off, Frosta could take care of herself from here on out. But… well… Catra kind of didn’t want to? Sure, Frosta wasn’t her friend, but…

“I’ve still got some time to kill before Lonnie and Scorpia are done with work, want to hang out?” Catra asked, not really looking to Frosta. “I’m sure Scorpia would love to see you once she meets up with us, too. Better than just loitering about on your own, at least.”

“Depends,” Frosta said, bringing back up that ice queen façade, but Catra could see the cracks in it. “Can we play laser tag?”

Catra grinned, and it felt nice seeing Frosta smiling too.

Needless to say, the two of them were an unstoppable team once they geared up.

[popculturebuffet]

Excalibur #1: “The Accolade of Betsy Braddock”

As the magic of Krakoa seeps into Otherworld and puts Morgan Le Fay in a genocidal mood, Betsy Braddock tries to find her place in the new world while also dealing with her idiot brother.. but you know instead of Paul Rudd she has a reality warping man child with mental instablity. Meanwhile Apocalypse adopts an unprouncable name and a new misson statment as a wizard man, Gambit suppresses the urge to kill him and Goldballs tries a new somehow even worse name out.

Welcome back. Due to yesterday being kinda nuts, and the last review being more taxing than planned, this one is kinda late. But better late than never as dawn of X continues it’s win streak with Excalibur, back and better than ever. And thankfully this time, the exposition is all really easy to bake in as we go compared to my last few reviews, so without any delay, it’s time to forge the sword once again. This is Tini Howard and Marcus To’s Excalibur.

We open on a long info page revealing that when Xavier gave his big “While you Slept the world changed” or, to put it more acuratley “All I wanted was to love you , to help you to save your asses and all you did was either try to kill us, look away while others did, or make a token effort at best to help. Fuck you, we’re taking what’s ours bitches. “ speech, Apocalypse gave his own, in a sense telling Humankind “Magic is ours to take back now.... “

We cut to the present where Morgan Le Fay is in Otherworld, basically the court of king arthur, the source of Captain Britan’s power, and a realm created by the british public’s collective subconscious. I don’t get it either. But Morgan Le Fay, Arthur’s evil sister and long time pain in the ass of the Avengers in the 616, has taken over in his absence and nearly drowns one of her minons upon finding something in her well.. a weed affecting it.. and since the x-men have a plant motif and apocalypse made a big MINE NOW speech to the rest of the world.. it’s easy to see Krakoa’s involved. Nice work Apocalypse, your on Krakoa one week and you’ve already pissed off the neighbors.

After the opening titles, we cut to Braddock Academy, basically the british version of Xavier’s and Avengers Academy and unsurprisingly a pet project of Brian’s. Since the school is also the Braddock ancestral home, Betsy’s been crashing here while sorting things out after getting her original body back. Yeah for those of you not that familiar with Psylocke, which I am not but know at least this much, was body swapped with the Assian Kwannon. That was reversed shortly before Dawn of X, which in order to help smooth the transition has given each their own starring roll. And really it is an intresting thing to explore: Betsy spent 5 or 6 years in a body that was not her own, living her life, loving, and doing bloody awful things in the name of the greater good. So it’s no suprise being put back in her old body after all this time and the implications of having basically lived her life in someoen elses skin with the other person now having it back and being understandably pissed about it, having only not gotten it back sooner due to dying of the Legacy Virus. Thankfully this issue dives deep into it and we’ll explore it more as we go.

The child loudly complaning is Margaret, Brian and Meggan’s daughter. Margret is one of the few things Mark Guggenheim’s run on X-Men did that was all that intresting as, probably thanks to a combination of her dad’s magical man juice and her mom’s already shifting genetics, can already talk in full sentences and comprehend stuff at the tender age of 1. Betsy is of course heading to Krakoa but much like Kitty last week, she’s unsure. But it still works: Kitty was unsure because Krakoa, for whatever reason, basically rejected her and staying would just make her a ghost again. For Betsy, she’s gone from living in a stranger’s body and back again and is understandably frazzled and unsure of tommorow.

But as Brian escorts her to the portal on his property, a touch I like as Meggan is a mutant herself and Brian is a longtime ally so it makes perfect sense to put a portal down there both for his mutant students to depart and for Meggan to visit without having to leave her husband behind, he encourages her. This is something I love about the issue: most x-runs I see betsy in kinda forget she has a brother and Uncanny X-Force turned him into an asshole. Here, their close bond and past, she was a supporting character in his book first after all, is shown beautifully as Brian , while happy to have her back, wants her to move on with her life and knows she’ll do great. 

As also seen above Betsy wishes their brother could join them though Brian isn’t so sure. I didn’t really get into Jamie in the other review, and i’m pleased as punch to get here there. Jamie is their older brother.. and also has schizophrenia and the power of god, two tastes that instead create a rancid punch that threatns all life as Jamie dosen’t think anything else is real. Despite this, Betsy wishes he’d be there to see it and hopes it’d make him better. After all if Apocalypse can find a new start here why not him? They literally have worse people on the island.

Speaking of the devil, after Betsy makes her awkward entrance, we cut to Apocalypse who’s of course standing out a window watching everything meancingly, because even when he’s on the good guy side and no longer plotting horribly Darwinian crimes.. he’s still a super villian deep down and old habits die hard. He’s visited by Trinary, a fairly new x-character introduced in X-Men Red, she’s a technopath, as well as one of the brain trust running Krakoa’s computer network. Also as you can see apocapse want’s to be called by his weird Krakoan name.. i’m just going to stick with Apocalypse as I assume it’s the same thing and even Tini Howard herself has flat out admitted she dosen’t have a translation for it and just scripts him as Apocalypse still. He also gets dagger eyes from everyone’s faviorite Cajun as he makes his villianous rant.

Remy does however have more reason than most to hate the man: He was one of Apocalypse’s horseman once: he attempted to go under cover, but underestimated how good the horseman process was and would up having to go to Mr.Sinister of all people to get himself back to normal. So yeah, having the guy who turned you into a monster that tried to kill your future wife, KINDA makes you not willing to have a ham sammich with the guy.  Trinary came to fetch Apocalypse to check out a new gate that opened.. to otherworld.. the problem is Morgan sealed it, and thus Apocalypse , not being a moron, decides they need “a champion” to break it. And since Hercules is on a three month no pants cruise of the bahamas right now, he’s going to have to be less literal about it.  Meanwhile MOrrigan is an asshole to a coven of sorcerers decreeing that they failed her by.. letting mutants exist. Yeah the one weakspot I have with the book thus far is the opening villianess: Morgan Le Fay simply isn’t that intresting and while she’s had a good storyline or too here she’s pissy because.. mutants found magic again. It isn’ t a terrible motive but her steroptical villaness “take my anger out out my minons” stuff is just tiresome and not at all entertaining. She’s the right level of threat for this book, just not fleshed out about enough and is the one real dry spot in this issue. 

Back on Krakoa, Betsy runs into Kwannon and it’s.. about as awkard as you’d expect as you can see.. and really isn’t helping Betsy’s unease. And I actually, despite not having read a ton of comics with Betsy in them get why she’s so uneasy besides the obvious problems of having the woman whose face you stole around all the time: she has no idea what to do. Everyone else on Krakoa, for the most part at least, is fully on board with the new plan, rairing to go. Sure some understandably object to their old foes being there… but theirs a sense of optimism and wonder and happy.. that just dosen’t go with someone who has so much blood on her hands she looks like she took a guys heart out with her bear hands, is in a body that hasn’t been home in years, and has to look the person who’s body she stole, intentional or not, and didn’t put any effort into bringing back from the dead or once she was back giving her her body back in the face. She’s just not in a great place. Thankfully even if her old pal Jubilee dosen’t pick up on this she does get Betsy could probably use some booze. Unfortunatley pressing matters keep her from finding out if krakoa can pour mimosa’s directily into her mouth via some kind of hose bush:

It’s your pal and mine goldballs, one of the five mutants able to raise the dead (but the car is fine). Or Egg I guess but I’m not calling him that. For one goldballs is a far better name just for the ridiculous factor. For another, just call yourself goldeggs. It’s still dumb but egg is somehow dumber. Even add a Z if you want no one cares. Your one of Krakoa’s own personal jesus’. You could rip a person’s throat out and no one would care… though granted that’s also because death is now meaningless for mutants. But yeah as you can see he has a problem and it’s Jamie.

And yup Jamie is back, alive and while not trying to kill everyone, is still kind of a weird asshole. Also I do not want to know what he did in there but I presume he fucked at least one person. Maybe he made them out of thin air, maybe they just came in. Maybe Sinister decided why not. Either way he’s fouling up the pods, and soon puts his foot in his mouth by saying Betsy’s classic look reminds him of better times right after their parents died. However in a nice little character bit he quickly apologizes, showing he has genuinely changed thanks to his resurrection on some level, and admits that the real reason is because they were all together then and all happy. As for why he’s a nusiance, it’s simple: while ressurectees DO need time to recover from you know, the whole being dead thing, it usually takes about ten minutes for the shock to wear off. And while there’s clearly no shock left Jamie is just farting around. Betsy’s response is to treat him like a ten year old. 

It..actually works.. but unfortunately Jamie has about as much intrest in seeing Brian as Brian does in seeing him. And I see why: before he went insane, Jamie was still a supervillian and still hunted brian out of jealousy, while Jamie.. is just kind of a dick. He’s like Krakoa’s own discord: he’s not an apocalyptic godlike threat to the world any more but he will fuck with you just for cheap laughs. Betsy tries using her telepathy to force him to go but Fabio stops her, as it upsets the eggs apparently and decides to drag Brian here, something even Jamie can see as a bad idea. And when the naked man whose been back for all of 5 minutes can see the holes in your plan, maybe you rethink things. But I also get why Betsy is trying so hard at this: She has almost no stablity left and Brian has been her rock, past and present. But Jamie is still her brother and now has the potetinal to do good and while still a loon, is no longer a genocidal madman and is stubbornly refusing to reconcile because he’s decided to swear off humanity. She just wants her family whole and her brothers not trying to kill each other, but is in too bad a state to recognize they need time and may NEVER get along. it’s how it is with family. Dosen’t mean she has to choose one or the other. Brian wouldn’t make her and frankly Jamie isn’t dumb enough to try that.  Thankfully apocalypse interupts Betsy’s extrodinarly bad plan to ask her about the gate.. and point out that Brian himself would be the best way and that, even as a half human, he’d be welcome here in this crisis. He probably get some leeway since apparently the captain britan thing makes him half otherworlder and he is a cosmic champion versus just some joe who wants to enjoy a paradise he hasn’t earned thorugh hard work or nearly dying a bunch. 

Betsy heads to Braddock Manor where Brian is already planning on going to Otherworld to fix this and is naturally not all that inclined to listen to Apocalypse. So as seen above Betsy goes with plan B: She’s going with him even if it’s a trap because fighting alongside her brother doing the right thing is better than moping around an island trying to dodge Kwannon. This also gives me a nice opprotunity to bring up Betsy’s approach to their former enemies. She’s far more accepting than the rest, even Logan outright objected, but I also easily get why: She’s former black ops, having served on one version of X-Force and lead the one right after it. She understands the need for pragmatism and is a pragmatic person. It’s probably why she’s so willing to forgive Jamie: yeah he did terrible things, but at his worst he was mentally ill, and as established by X-Men #1, Krakoa has terrific healthcare and telepaths and empaths to help him work through his issues. He may not WANT to of course, but he’s more likely to and him slowly improving in paradise is better than her brother just being dead to her as a genocidal mad man.  They encounter Morgan who, being basically a 50′s disney villian, expects Brian as otherworld’s champion to start drowning his own sister.. because fuck subtley. 

Back on Krakoa we meet up with Rouge and Gambit. As a tiny bit of exposition for you lapsed ex fans the two are now married. The two reconciled in the excellent Rouge and Gambit mini series, hashing out their long and messy history. Then X-Men gold happened.. see there was SUPPOSED to be a wedding of Colosus and Kitty.. but their reconcilation was so terribly forced no one wanted the wedding and editoral had gambit, of course, steal The Wedding. So the two are in a happy place, though Rouge dosen’t want to use her power dampener on paradise, understandable as said dampener is a repurposed anti-mutant thing and it’d be like brining a pile of nazi gold as your present to a jewish wedding. Rouge then decides , as shown above ot bring up the idea of having kids but before Gambit can say “of course”, Trinary summons them for apocalypse. Apocalypse needs Rouge as he figures her absoprtion power might allow her to serve as a gateway, and a way to retrieve Betsy. Remy, Understandably, dosen’t want her to do this But Rogue is willing to take the risk to save her friend. Remy , now tenativley on board, suggestings bringing in Jubes since she was the last one to talk to Betsy, but A-Train is way ahead of them. 

Naturally, having talked to her all of one sentence, she has nothing. Also curiously apparently Apocalypse wanted Jubes to bring her son, adopted if you didn’t knokw about him, Shogo with her but shockingly she didn’t want to bring her son to see the scary blue man who had no trouble trying to do a murder on a child when she was younger. However Apocalypse really needs her as a bridge between minds: Rouge will touch the portal to break through it and Gambit will keep watch and is all too happy to. As a side note i’d lvoe to see apocalypse babysit “So you see small infant, after that I cleaved the flesh off his skull and put said skull on a pile as a warning to my enimies. You always want to get the flesh nice and clean off.. .the bits create more of a smell and you need to think of the smell. Speaking of the smell I think someone needs a changie!” 

I would too, but i’m pretty sure Remy would be a ground smear, but I think Apocaypse does respect his willingess to try anyway even if he dosen’t take gambit serious as a threat. 

Back in crazy magic lady town Morgan is slowly corrupting Brian, and despite Betsy’s best attempts to stop it, is quickly turned into a warped dark knight who’s trying to shove the amulet of right in her face for some reason.

But with Apocalypse plan in motion, she figures out what’s going on and destroys the portal.. unfortuantley for Rogue this causes to feel weird and then well.. this is the end result.

What exactly the fuck dosen’t even begin to describe this.

Back in King Arthur’s House, Trinary’s words not mine, Betsy tries to kick Morgan’s ass but Dark Brian blocks her… before the above happens.. and it’s clear WHY he was cramming the amulet down her throat... Morrigan has full control of him, he can’t do anything to stop her.. but he can pass it on so she can hopefully stop her or , if he can’t be freed, destroy him before he harms anyone else. He sends her back to the real world as Betsy wails> This scene is damn powerful, as we’ve seen before Brian was one of the few people who understood she was going through some shit and offered her his full support... and now he’s gone, no idea how to rescue him, leaving a wife and daughter behind. 

Back on Krakoa things arne’t much better wirth Rouge int he flower cocoon I showed earlier and Gambit ready to blow Apocalypse’s head off.. and as you can see Apocalypse is like “Fine i’ll come  back from it stronger, but can you please wait? We’ve got a lot of shit going down. But before Apocalypse can pound Remy into a Cajun Corpse, the assembled group is distracted by a returning Betsy. 

And so we end on Betsy, now fully crowned once again as Captain Britain, wondering what the fuck is up with Rogue. We get a quick Epilogue where one of the covern from earlier joins a cult based on the same one related to apocayplypse and we’re out. ‘Final Thoughts: Excalibur #1 is a good start. While some things don’t quite gel, Otherworld isn’t explained at all for those who have never heard of it (raises hand), it feels fresh and makes me invested in Betsy’s struggle, the tragedy Brian goes through, Remy’s fury and Apocalypse, who for once gets to serve as a wise sage instead of a warrior and it’s an intresting role for him, as well as him clearly being set up to mentor Betsy as she rises higher than ever before with her new role. It makes you want to see what comes next and the only real drawback is that Jubilee is basically a tagalong while Rictor is entirely absent, but both I suspect will be fixed with time. As fhte first part of a story, and the first Dawn of X Comic to be part of an arc since the two mini series that launched it, it works well setting things up. As I said the comic suffers from a lack of exposition on Otherworld and from a weak villain, but it’s not enough to distract from this fun, well crafted fantasy and I can’t wait to see what comes next. Until next time, hail to the queen baby.  

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ok so like, dont hate me 4 sending a lot (you can leave some out if you want) but for the character thing: Noah, Eva, Izzy, Trent, Courtney, Owen and Alejandro

Don’t worry about it Dude! I love babbling on about these dumb kids! 

I, However do hate that this is the second time I had to write this, because Tumblr Hates me, and Life is Pain!

I hope this is as good as the first one I wrote, or at the very least, I hope you aren’t disappointed by my answers.

NOAH

How I feel about this character: Noah is definitely my favorite TD character! It is, however, important to note that I hate him and his dumb mean face. It’s also important to note that, in spite of being, just the worse, I do love him with all of my heart. I cherish him, and he does not deserve it.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Nowen is the OTP, but I also really like one sided Alenoah! I think there are quite a few moments in WT that suggest our boy got a crush! Most notably that little smile he gives in “Newf Kids on the Rock” when Alejandro helps him out of the water. I also think he had a short lived Crush on Cody after the Kiss, that he will take to his Grave. I just really like the Idea of this Cynical Boy getting Crushes and being mad about it.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:  noah.... an eva... r.... frens...

My unpopular opinion about this character: OK so originally I had two things here, one of which being that he sucks, which is true, but I feel  like people already know that. So instead I’m going to share a headcannon that I’ll die by? Which is kind of an opinion? 

So basically, I HC that Noah Loves physical affection, but he also Really Cares What People Think Of Him, so he, like, denies his want for hugs. But, the thing is, he can’t help himself when sleeping, and he has a tendency to cling to the nearest thing. Which is why we usually see him sleeping with his arms wrapped around himself, and when we see that he didn’t do that we next see him wake up wrapped around someone. This is also why I think he hugged Bridgette back in WT after Courtney Suggested they huddle for warmth. I think ya Boi weighed his options and figured this would be the best time to get some of that sweet sweet Physical Attention That He Craves that also comes with a believable and simple excuse. I would even go so far as to say he picked Bridgette specifically  because she’s Nice and Chill, and he figured she wouldn’t make a big deal out of it (But his plan doesn’t work how he intended, since Bridge is on Edge cause of Alejandro.) I also think this is one of the things He likes about hanging with Owen; because Owen lives and Breathes PDA, so Noah doesn’t have to embarrass himself by asking for hugs, he just has to wait until Owen does it by himself and pretend he’s upset by it. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.:  I really wish he had character Development? Like  actual  Character Development. So, in Island and World Tour, he’s just a sass boy. His only purpose really was comic relief, and he does his job well. But RR rolls up and he’s not the same boy? Like he’s still Noah, he still say’s things he would say, and like he’s just grown up, but like, we don’t see that? We don’t see  Noah Change, we’re just told he did? I mean I guess there’s a  Little,  and I mean  LITTLE, bit in WT, with how we see he loves his dog, and the subtle way he treats Owen. Like he’s still being kinda mean, but it’s always softer with Owen in WT, or with a level of fondness that you know he didn’t mean it to be Rude (Which was a good move, I think, because the Idea that Owen and Noah have very different ways they show affection is very good.) But that really isn’t??? Anything???  And it doesn’t help that the RR’s explanation for his change isn’t even that he’s grown over time, no, the change is hand waved away with, “Oh, well he’s in love Now :)” Like???? There’s a lot wrong with that, but let’s focus on how we can make this boy’s conclusion better and more satisfying. 

So first, instead of falling for Emma immediately after she does some flips (Which???? You tellin’ me, Local Lazy Boy, who won’t Even Watch  Dodge Ball let alone Play it, is turned on by some Flips??? Falsehood.) We have Owen and Kitty become friends due to their similar fun loving and friendly personalities, which causes the two teams to be around each other more. At first Noah and Emma hate it, but then they start complaining about their partners, which leads to jokes, which leads to “Oh, wow, they’re smart.”, which leads to Respect, which leads to talking about more personal stuff, which leads to Friendship.(And, I guess if Fresh really wants a smooch, it could end in romance, but it’s not Necessary.) And then audience get’s to watch Noah let down his wall of snark and let another person into his life, which would of been more rewarding. (Also, it would be Better for Emma this way to, because her Arc would be about trusting people again after her break-up) 

EVA

How I feel about this character: Eva is very  Good. I really love her competitive personality, but the little moments are the ones that kill me. The ones where she’s with her friends, and you get this feeling that Eva is just A sweetheart Who cares a lot about things?? That’s the best.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:  Evzy is adorable. I love the Idea of them meeting on the Playa de Losers, and Eva being absolutely smitten with Izzy, cause she’s strong and athletic, but also filled with all of the energy and is just a blast to be around. I have this headcannon that when we see them hanging out at the beginning of Total Drama Drama Drama Drama Island, I think Eva joined the Marshmallow/Burping contest to impress Izzy, and was really disappointed that she could only do 37. But it’s fine because Izzy loves her buff Girlfriend anyway

My non-romantic OTP for this character: eva..... noah.... fren...

Ok, I’ll give a little more on this, but only because their friendship is a hill I’m prepared to die on. So, I think that they bonded on the Playa, being the 2nd and 3rd people out, they had a l lot of time to get to know each other, and at first their friendship was more just a solidarity between to people who hate people. But then they started sharing insults with each other, until it grew into the two of them sitting back on the Playa, far enough from the other Losers where they couldn’t hear them, but close enough to see the others, and just do insulting voice overs? Do you know what I mean? Just talk over what the other were saying, and laughing together at what they came up with? I think that’s nice. I also think that when all of Team Escope + Owen get together to hangout, they do this, but it started with Eva and Noah.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t know if this is unpopular or not, but I think when it comes to her friends and others she cares about, Eva is a Sweetheart. Like she’s still very irritable, but she does her best, and she loves her friends and I think that’s beautiful.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Eva deserves more Screen time. I think she has so much potential, and the little we’ve been given is already really good. I think they cold have gotten another season out of her where we could watch her build and solidify relationships. (I’m actually working on a rewrite of TD, because apparently that’s what I think of as fun, where Eva is in the final two of Island and has this whole arc about making friends and letting people in, and that should happen but for real.) 

IZZY

How I feel about this character: Izzy was one of Baby Me’s Favorite Characters, but as time has gone on I’ve Kinda out grew her? I still LOVE her though, especially her Interactions with others.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Baby Sky would of Sworn by Ozzy, but now I feel they work so much better as Friends. However Eva and Izzy are In Love.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Though Izzy and Noah’s friendship is something precious to me, Izzy and Owen are BFF’s. Like they’re the kind of BFF’s that when together, their brain turns off and they go and do the dumbest stuff and have a blast doing it! I think I would go so far as to say that they’re soulmates with how well they go together.

My unpopular opinion about this character: This probably isn’t unpopular, but What Is That Girl Wearing???? She’s Active and Outdoors-y, She wouldn’t wear that??? Where did she even get that??? I strongly disagree with her outfit.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:  I wish they showed more interactions with Eva and Noah. The three of them go together really well, and when they’re together you can really feel the friendship. My favorite example of this is in TDWT episode Slap Slap Revolution, where Alejandro Put’s Noah in charge of Izzy, and when it cuts back to the two Izzy is just carrying Noah around??? Like??? That’s so Cute??? I would have loved more stuff like that.

TRENT

How I feel about this character: Oh???? Good Boy Time??? I’ve always Really liked Trent, and I will die mad about what they did to him >:(

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Gwent will always be cute. Trody however has cleared my skin and saved my Crops. I’m Flourishing. I can’t quite put my finger on why I like them together? I only just started shipping them, and  there is so few fanworks with them, but they are adorable which is basically my only criteria. 

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Honorable mention goes out to the Drama Brothers, who are all friends, and it’s very good. However, ya boy’s Best Friend is definitely Gwen. I think post breakup, they make up and continue a friendship that is similar to what they had on Island sans wanting to smooch. I just feel like the two can talk for hours about absolutely nothing.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I Like the Nine Thing, It’s not That Bad.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.: I wish if they were gonna give Trent the 9 thing, that they introduce it in Island? Like in “Not Quite Famous” Gwen Catches him doing it before auditioning and asks what it was about, and he’s embarrassed but he shares with her anyway. And he does it again before preforming and it get’s established as a thing he does when nervous? Like he would do it other times throughout the show, but one that’s coming to mind is when Lindsay makes him the Puffer fish, he could tap his fork 9 times before eating it. Stuff like that.This is also stuff in my rewrite, oops.

COURTNEY

How I feel about this character: Oh! Good Girl Alert! I think Courtney is very cool. Sure, she’s a little High Strung and Intense, but that’s what makes her Courtney!

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Duncney is very cute when you ignore Him Cheating and Her wanting to change 47 things about him. But like, when he’s looking at the stars and asks if Gwen thinks Courtney is looking at the same stars??? That’s adorable. Gwourtney, also seems cute, and I might ship it more after I watch All-Stars! Heather and Courtney seem cute to, and so does Bridgette and Courtney...  Courtney is good in ships, is what I’m saying.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: My gut was Telling me to say Bridgette, but then I got punched with the Thought of Emma and Courtney being Friendly Law Rivals and..... Emma and Courtney are Friends. I think that they’re similar in a way that would cause them to butt heads, but I feel like their relationship would have a lot of respect and understanding to where they wouldn’t stay mad at each other for very long. I also think they’d agree on a lot, and just really enjoy their conversations with each other.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Honestly?? I’m pretty sure all of my opinions of Courtney are pretty run of the mil? Maybe after finishing my Re-watch of WT and finally watching AS I’ll have opinions that people would want to fight me on, but as of now, I got nothin’.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.: Courtney is such a hard worker, and she’s also really smart and determined. She definitely should have made it to the final two in a season, and I feel like the reason she wasn’t was because she stopped being Courtney, and became  Courtney, Duncan’s Girlfriend; or Courtney, Duncan’s Ex; or Courtney, the one with a Strained Friendship. She didn’t get a chance to be her own character. Maybe that’s an unpopular opinion? Maybe I could have put that above this? Who Knows.

OWEN

How I feel about this character:  *GASP* Here Comes another good Boy! I really love Owen, even if I don’t always appreciate how they use him. 

All the people I ship romantically with this character:  He loves his little Buddy So much :’)...... He wants to Top His Honor Roll :’)......... He wants Noah to be his Hero (Which he already is). :’)........ Noah Helps him with his fear of Flying :’)....... And Owen helps Noah come out of his shell and not be afraid to be himself and have fun:’)..... They..... They love Each other so much :’)

My non-romantic OTP for this character:  Owen and Izzy are BFF’s! Owen Loves Izzy SO much, and I think he definitely misunderstood all of his love as Romantic at one point, and when he realized he didn’t like her that way he didn’t want to say anything at first because he does love her and he didn’t want to hurt her. Which is not the right choice, but he’s such a good Boy :’)

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t think He should have won Island. I think there were other characters who were trying harder than Owen, and who wanted to win, as apposed to Owen who just wanted to have fun and Make friends. Which there is nothing wrong with that, and I do think he should of made it far, but I think there were other characters who deserved the win more. I think a better end for Owen in Island would have been, instead of the Losers repeating Leshawna’s Name, they do that with Owen’s. I think this would of been a nice end for our boy, because all he wanted was to make Friends and have a good time, and this elimination would be a testament to how good at that he was.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.: I wish they had focused less on fart jokes and fat jokes, and more on his friendly and fun loving personality. Owen is a really good Boy, and I feel like that get’s overshadowed by how he’s used as comic relief, and that’s a shame.( I want to clarify that my problem isn’t that he’s comic relief, it’s the comedy they use with him. )

ALEJANDRO

How I feel about this character:  I think Alejandro is a Really good Villain. He’s fun to watch and to Root against. (I’m not as familiar with Alejandro as I am with the others, so I won’t have as much to say as the ones prior)

All the people I ship romantically with this character:  Aleheather is very good! I’m a big fan of their dynamic.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I’m not sure yet. I’m Currently          re-watching WT, so I might come to a conclusion by the end of it. Or maybe in AS. But I will find him a Friend. I will, Oooh, I will.

My unpopular opinion about this character:  0/10 Not Enough Eel.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.: So far, the show has done pretty good with Ya boi, which is surprising. I hope it will stay that way, but I kinda doubt it? There is also nothing I can think of that I’d want to see? Maybe him insulting someone in Spanish, but saying it like a complement, but there is a chance he has done that, and I Just Didn’t Catch it.

[dracsig]

Oh boy it's that time. To toke up and write about some of the events of this year. Beginning this year I started my job at where I am now and I'm really happy where I am at work, although next year I'll try to promote my position. I'm qualified for higher positions and higher pay, I just have to stop being so lazy and actually applyyy. Speaking of lazyness, that is probably the theme of my life the past 3 years lol I never wanna do anything, and I really deeply enjoy doing nothing at all, but the older I get, the harder is to do nothing :/  Anyway, not much really happened during the first half of the year, that or I can't think of any atm. I'll prolly remember, on a random Wednesday morning, in the shower. But as of now, I honestly can't think of any. Pretty sure I spent the whole first half still playing DBFZ. Btw, I am still obsessed with Dragonball FighterZ, I've gotten really good at it, I'm still competing in it every now and then. I've even been playing Street Fighter 5 recently which is starting to be one of my favorite games. I'm sooo excited for the future game wise AND the PS5 is releasing next year. Ya know, some people, when I was younger and now, would always tell how I would grow out of playing videogames lol boy am I glad they're wrong. Honestly if it wasn't for videogames I... Actually I hate thinking of what my life would even be like without them. 

Then fast forward to like August, that's where the ride actually started. I finally saved up enough money to comfortably move into my own apartment, top 5 best decision of my life so far. A few things I was looking for, was somewhere close to work, somewhere that was cat friendly and didn't kill my bank account and I did that perfect place for me. Of course one of the first things I did when I moved was drive to shelter and adopt a kitty, I couldn't wait to finally own one. I was taking care of my brother's cat too at the time. So after I got my new kitty, Videl, I ended up having two cats with me. Videl and my brother's cat, Mia. They are my babies!!! I love them so much. At first Mia didn't even like Videl ofc, but now they are inseparable. I'm gonna be sad when my brother will have to take his cat back. Maybe by then, I'll get another kitty for Videl to have another friend... I'll worry about this when the time comes. Hmm, that’s actually a cursed phrase for me “I’ll worry about it when the time comes”  oh boy , So many personal topics I should be worried and concerned about now, but I’m always like “I’ll worry about that later” and watch it get worse , Story of my life lmao . Here’s some pics of my babiies at this time 😻

Anyway after I got my kitty I had a trip to Washington and that was okay. When I got back I was excited to see my babies. Then I really started to take advantage of me living, in a bachelor pad basically, it was just me and my kitties. Got to meet a bunch of people, who were nice, for the most part . Living by myself allowed me to have soo much time alone to think about certain aspects of my life (and do alota drugs lol) I have determined I don't think I will ever want to be in a relationship. Just from I've seen and been through this year, I can't see myself completely trusting my partner to not cheat on me lol as silly/dumb as that sounds I’ve watched it happen to many folks and too many people get away with it, I'm too afraid to be in that spot. But honestly I'm enjoying being single, I just do what I want whenever I want. I've noticed how independent I've been feeling lately, which could actual be a double edge sword when I'm not responsible 😅. I've also been noticing just how FAKE people are willing to be just for someone else's approval. Shit makes me sick. I personally haven't fallen for that trap, since like high school, just cause I stop caring about what people think of me years ago, but there are people out there who live for the approval of others. It makes me sick but it happens. All you have to do is be yourself, why worry so much about what someone thinks of you, that you're willing change who you are temporarily, and backstab others just to gain a week long friendship lol. Honestly, just be yourself, and if you don't like yourself, change yourself for the better. But don't backstab others just to appear likeable to someone else ugh. Shit irks me man. I have learned to just let these kinds of people out my life just cause they bring me too much negativity and anxiety, life's 10/10 without em. I don’t even know how I got on that topic holy shitt I wrote so much already , this might be longer than the other years , lowkey enjoying doing this, looking back at somet hings throughout the year :thinking:

Meh , on a lighter note, I have watched some pretty good movies and series this year. Avengers: Endgame, Spiderman Far from home, Detective Pikachu, Shazam, Joker, Dragonball Super Broly (ofc they’re all superhero/fantasy movies) to name a few. I plan on watching Booksmart and Parasyte soon. I also just watched Marriage Story on Netflix last night, that movie was soo damn good, had so many well written scenes. Favorite Netflix movie so far . I basically watched all of Bojack Horseman this year and it is on my top 5 favorite show, that and South Park . Game of Thrones’s last season was earlier this year, it was good, could have been way better, but the show that TRULY caught my attention and kept it, is Attack on Titan. 

Attack On Titan became my favorite show/media/manga ever of all time. Nothing will ever beat the story telling of AoT for a very long time imo. The manga is very close to finishing, and the last season will be late next year. I honestly hope that when I die, it will be after the last episode airs and after I’ve read the last chapter of the manga, then I’d be content 😅. Dead ass, I re watched the anime so many times and finally re read the manga from the beginning and my mind is blown with every page I read, HOW can an author come up with such disturbing, yet fascinating way of telling such a deep story? Wow, I can go on about that show FOREVER, It became my favorite show all time and I want to always remember it.

I know i missed a bunch of topics I planned on touching, but I’m gonna end up writing PAGES if I talk about everything. I reallly enjoyed this year though.

Just as before, I wanna say hi to my future self reading this in December 2020 . I have no way to predict anything about next year at all. Same with this year, I didn’t expect anything that happened to me (good or bad) I just rolled with it. I guess that’s life?? Hoping 2020 will be just as good, if not better :)

[nate-walsh]

unwedded

Sooooo, it’s good to periodically take your life and just spike it into the fucking ground, right? That’s a good healthy smart good thing, right? Blow it up and start fresh? “When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire?”

Well. Either way, here we are. 

Let me catch you up.

I was going to be married. Had a big old party planned (and trust me, it was gonna be a good one) and a big old life planned (presumably also a good one). We were going to say, “fuck kids,” and keep on keeping on with all of our various little unreasonable adventures, basically indefinitely. We were going to move around a lot, see all the places we wanted to see – NOLA, LA, Amsterdam. (We were semi-seriously talking about heading to Buenos Aires after the wedding.) Elli was going to maybe work her way up to a place where I maybe didn’t have to work, and I could go back to school or write a book and get my spirit back. I was going to have siblings, I was going to be an uncle. I was going to have a person, a partner, someone to grow old with. We were going to totter around as cute little seniors. We were going to take care of each other. It was going to be a whole thing.

And then, in the space of 6 days, it suddenly wasn’t. Elli is gone, and we’re done, and here I am alone. It’s pretty wild, honestly. 

I’m not really going to get into the why. We talked it over with our therapist – shout out to Dr. Jessica; you’re incredible! – and we established the official party line: Things happened that made us realize that, while we could be lifelong friends, we couldn’t be lifelong partners. That’s all true, but it’s obviously not everything – in fact, it’s pretty damn vague. You know me, left to my own devices, I’d spill my guts all over the place. But it’s not just my story, so sorry, nosy Nellies, I’m going to have to keep this one under my hat.

It was a strange few final days, which I am sure will come as no surprise. We bought all of these fireworks on our drive out to Austin, and finally, our last night together, we finally set them off, in the middle of a field in Garfield, TX – throwing back Hello Kitty cups of prosecco. It was sad and lovely. We got matching heart tattoos – also sad and lovely – hopefully because we’re not done with each other, in some form or other. But, at the very least, because we wanted to mark this not-so-little mile marker in our lives.

I’m always going to love Elli. She is wonderful and honestly the kindest, best person I know. She actively made me better, more thoughtful, more forgiving, more empathetic. She basically killed the fundamental attribution error in me, which is pretty wacky. She was a great partner – funny, goofy, adventurous and cheerfully nihilistic in the same way I am: “Money’s fake, and we’re all going to die, so let’s have fun.” She’s always going to be family and one of my best friends, even if we never talk again. I hope we do, though. I think we will. Neither of us is the sort to be angry or mean or bitter. We’re de-escalators. That’s one of the things I liked about us.

I keep waiting for the big sad to hit, the devastation, but maybe I got it out in the week things ended. Maybe it’s the pills that are keeping me from wiping out. Mostly I feel a little lonely, a little worried about what’s next, and not really ready for any of it. I feel like a little kid, unequipped for being a mature adult in the real world. It’s suddenly much much clearer all the things Elli did to keep us afloat. And now I am my own little life preserver. And I feel like I’ve got a few leaks.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do next. I’m 35 and starting over. Basically everyone I know my age is settled in a marriage, saddled up with a kid. I’ve always deviated from the path a bit, sure, but now I’m starting to feel like a fuck-up instead of a nonconformist.

I’ve got a little less than 2 months to figure out my next move. Stay in Austin? Head back to the Bay Area? Try somewhere new? (“I’ve never lived in LA, but I always wanted to.”) I’ll probably get into this some more in a bit, but it’s definitely hanging over me. The world is my oyster, but I don’t really feel like shucking the fucker yet.

It’s weird doing things as a 1 when you’re used to being a 2. The little routines now seem bizarre and strange. Elli decided we should take some time off from talking, which I think is healthy and smart. But it’s weird suddenly going from having one person who is kind of your whole life and who’s always there and who you know all the things about, and then suddenly, NOPE. And not only that – you don’t just lose the person, you lose the whole life you’d planned together in your mind. None of this is news, I suppose. (This is why I don’t write much these days. I’m not sure I have anything new to say that hasn’t been said by someone better than me. Also because advertising is crushing my soul, haha.)

People have been reaching out, which is nice. But I'm having a hard time. Turns out I don't talk to people very much. Which isn't as big of a deal when you've got one person as a permanent lifeline. Now, though, I realize the distance I've created is a pretty dumb mistake on my part. I have people I love, who love me, and we could talk, and I could form better relationships, but I keep to myself mostly. The crazy, I guess. Don’t want to risk inflicting myself on people. 

I actually don’t mind the loneliness a lot of the time. It’s harder out in the world – weird sad dinners, no one to talk to at concerts – but at home, just me and Cat, it hardly feels like I need anyone. That’s not true, though, and not healthy. I worry I’m going to lose my ability to talk to people; it’s already atrophied since we moved here. I worry I’m going to forget how to do jokes. I worry about becoming a total hermit, dying alone and weird.

ALL THIS SAID, though, I don’t think it was a mistake, us ending things. It’s going to be hard, probably for a good long while, but I think it’s right that it happened. There’s this line from Dwight on The Office – “I think they both can do better.” That’s about right, I think – we both deserve a little more than we were getting, and I’m hopeful that we’re both going to get it. Because I’m nothing if not an idiot optimist. 

(And, at least it happened before we married – and before we spent too too much on flowers and canapés and shit.)

I’m most inclined to write when I’m down or fraught, you’ve maybe noticed. So, for all of you folks hungering for Nate Walsh content the past 5 years, we’re back in the game, baby! I just have to remember how to do this whole thing.