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[bunnys-kisses]

the big, bad wolf(f)

toto wolff

cw: smut/pwp, hybrid au, wolf!toto, rabbit!reader, needy!toto, size difference/kink, missionary style, age difference (20s/50s)

a/n: this is part of a f1 hybrid au, i haven't stopped making bakery prompts, this is just something a tiny bit different! if have any ideas to share lemme know!

"my, my, what big teeth you have, mister wolff." you came close to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders before you sat down in his lap.

toto's wolf-like ears twitched at your words before he leaned in close to you. he cupped your face softly and gazed into your eyes with his dark ones, "teeth, my love." he held you a little closer to him and kissed at your arm, "i guess all the more to bite you with."

he watched your ears twitch a little. cute bunny behavior. he reached for one of your long ears and touched it gently. he watched you squirm a little and he chuckled. he knew you liked that.

toto could be a little scary. he stood much taller than you, and could easily pick you up. with pointed dark ears and a tail that you often rubbed up against when he didn't (or couldn't) give you attention.

you pressed your thumbs against his lips and giggled, "but you wouldn't eat someone like me. you love me too much." then kissed him on the lips.

an alarmingly younger bunny girlfriend and the rich older wold who loved her. it was a match made in heavy. he knew that it turned a few heads, especially when you were dressed in something cute.

he had to restructure your wardrobe so you weren't in softer colours every day, and everyone in the neighbourhood started to make assumptions. you were a university graduate, even though your degree was more wall decoration than actually used.

"i don't know, hase." he cupped your behind and pulled you closer to you. he buried his nose against you and took a small inhale, which was still enough to make the ticklish bunny in his lap jolt. he said as he held onto you tighter, "be still."

you felt a warmth in your body as you looked at him. eventually his face were between your breasts. the prettiest breasts toto had ever seen. he groaned.

you knew your older boyfriend was craving rabbit. you held his head and pressed your breasts up against him. he groaned and held onto you harder.

"does the big bad wolf want a taste of bunny?" you said lowly and hear him deeply exhale. you were going to be the death of him. you tilted his head to look at you and you giggled at the sight of him, "c'mon, honey, let's get you into bed." then got up off his lap, but you didn't get too far. as your wolf lover was close behind you.

your bunny ears twitched a little bit, and toto wanted to yank on them while you rode him. he hated that he felt a slave to instinct. but it was hard not to when his lover was just soft in all the ways he was tough. he was surprised a little bunny like you could take someone like him.

he knew he was so much bigger and had a domineering power over most. but you with those cute little ears, beautiful eyes, and cheerful demeanor, toto was a a panting dog.

when you got close enough to the bed and tried to get your slippers off, toto pushed you onto the bed ass up and you made a small panicked noise as you hit the bed then felt the weight of your lover on top of you.

you yelped and kicked your legs out a little bit and toto had his hands under you and was groping at your choice heavily. he wanted to feel his lovely rabbit.

"don't tear my clothes, you animal!" you kicked out a little more and felt your lover get off of your back and slowly take off your clothes. while the clothes weren't particularity expensive, it was a good pair of t-shirt and sleeping shorts (both stolen from your lover). it was hard to find comfort in most clothes these days!

before he took your sports bra on, he got you onto your back and groped at your chest. he shuddered a little bit at the sight of you, almost naked for him.

"such a pretty rabbit." he noticed the twitch in your ears and he rubbed his clothed cock up against your barely clothed front, "beautiful." he said, "i could put you between my teeth and just bite down. but i'd rather make you cum." something wild ran through toto when he was with you.

soon you were naked and you began to help toto out of his clothes. his large hands on you as you unbuttoned his dark blue shirt. your hands were a little shakey as you undid every last button.

toto eyed you carefully before he was able to take the shirt off his shoulders. you whined a little bit as the sight of you, but he took you by the chin and pulled you in for a heated kiss.

"so lovely." he said, his lips so close to yours. he watched you squirm a little bit as you panted heavily against his lips. he felt like a dream, you felt heat do its rounds in your core.

both striped as naked as you could get. toto kept you on your back with your legs spread for him. he licked his lips, his gaze felt hot. almost like a predator. he leaned into your touch when you ran your hand through his dark hair.

"you should let it go grey." you remarked.

he chuckled as he invaded your space more, his eyes level with yours with his chest pressed against you, "no, no, hase. me all grey and you in those soft sweaters. people will get alarmed."

you giggled, "as if you're not like a foot taller than me. the little bunny and the big bad wolf!" then held onto his shoulders as he got his hands on your hips.

his larger cock pressed up against you. you shuddered a little bit at the feeling of it against you. you gasped when he inched it inside of you. his dark eyes on you as you squirmed a little bit.

"are you okay, hase? not too much pain?" he might be a wolf, and you might be a bunny, but he didn't want to harm you. you were his perfect rabbit. he clutched onto your hips as he moved himself against you.

he slowly got as deep as he could go and he watched your expression grow softer. a little blissed out as he got his entire length into you. you squirmed a little and felt the heat in your body grow.

you were beautiful under him. like the sweetest fruit on the tree, or the most tender rabbit in the field. of course, toto had to sink his teeth into your shoulder as you moved against him. he watched your toes curl and your legs kick out from the hot feeling of it all.

"my rabbit." he said, his voice tinged with a desperate want, "i need you. i need you every day of my life. you excite me in so many ways. you look beautiful under me."

you glowed a little under his attention and felt your stomach do small flips as he moved against you. your cute little cunt took him perfectly. everything about you was always so much smaller than the big scary predator you called a lover. the hungry wolf that was desperate for pretty bunny cunt. but, toto would always take care of you! he wasn't a crazy person.

he knew that he had to take care of his little rabbit, even if that meant thrusting up into her wildly. that made keeping your pussy nice was wet with his cum. he rutted against you and snapped his jaws a little from the pleasure of it all.

"my beautiful rabbit." he purred as he continued to move up against you. you fit him perfectly, he remembered when it was a bit of a struggle. but it wasn't your fault, you were just made so small for him. but nothing a little training wouldn't have fixed. you whimpered and whined as he fucked you.

"please, toto." you whined as you arched your back a little. pressed yourself further against him as he got a good look at every curve on your sweet body.

he once told a friend of his that bunnies fucked the best. the cutest little hybrids, pussies can take a beating and toto loved yours most of all. got him addicted to sweet cunt and cute smiles. he knew if you were on top, you'd be bouncing on him with that same blissed out look.

toto knew he was far gone with you. he knew that he wanted to make you his little bunny bride. then he'd make sure that nothing else could have you the way he did. except maybe a toy for when he wasn't home, something to occupy that cunt of yours. but, nothing else. no one else.

he was a wolf possessive of his little pack.

he continued to brush up against the softest parts of you, your pussy like a grip around his achy cock. he could feel his heartbeat in his throat the more he fucked you. he was egged on by your sweet sounds and your soft breasts up against him.

he gripped onto your hips tighter and heard you let out a sweet, almost sugary moan as he moved up against you. his cock hit all the right places for you. he knew he was going to leave you pretty insides all bruised, but you loved it.

you love when sex with him hurt a little, a reminder for days of how well he took care of you. he pressed into you further, his lips found yours as the two of you feverishly made out.

the bed squeaked under you, and it paired like a symphony with your beautiful muffled moans. when he broke the kiss you panted heavily.

"you pant like a dog." he said in a hot tone that left a shiver through you. he knew you were getting close. he could tell by how tense you were and the expression across your face.

his pace continued and soon you were holding onto him tightly. your arms hung around his neck as you grasped the back of his neck. you held onto him tighter via your legs as he thrusted as hard as he could. the bed moved under you and you felt a sense of euphoria when you climaxed.

"ah! toto!!" you whimpered as you came, leaving his cock fully slick with your wetness down to his balls. you clung to him like a lifeline while he battered the back of your sweet pussy. with a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside you as well.

he marked your pretty insides with his cum and heard you whimper loudly into his ear. he eventually slowed to a stop before he was able to catch his breath. pleasure ran through his body like a lifeline. he tried to stop but your pussy called him back.

he was only able to stop himself when he saw how tired you look. bunnies fucked well, but they got easily tired out. all that energy in such a small package.

"do you mind if i take you again?" he asked softly as he took you in his arms. he watched you nod and say yes softly before he put you on your stomach and held your hips up.

he still needed his rabbit. he needed to feel your gooey insides and get himself off. you were so perfect for him, letting him use you while you get comfortable on your shared bed. he slipped his cock into you once more and knew that he would never get enough of his sweet bunny's cunt. <3

[sinsirellaxx]

Slytherin Boys – How they manipulate you into forgiving them after f*cking up

Warning: Toxic boys alert 🚨

Mattheo …

… will definitely use his puppy dog eyes to his advantage as he tilts his head forwards, his curls falling into his eyes as he guiltily looks at you. When he finally has your attention, he will slowly pull you into his chest by your hips, while mumbling apology after apology.

If you forgive him, he will passionately kiss you before peppering your whole face with wet kisses.

If you don’t forgive him and push him away, his whole demeanor will change: head tilted back, eyes narrowed and a deep frown on his face. “Baby, you know I’ve ruined you for anyone else. No one else will want you.” He’ll speak lowly, his voice barely above a whisper as he lifts his hand to stroke over your cheek with his knuckles. “Do you want to stay mad and risk what we have?”  Your eyes widen at the silent threat, your shoulders falling as you let him pull you back into his arms. “Thought so.”

Theodore …

… would turn the tables. He would gaslight you into believing that he is the actual victim – that you hurt him.

He silently stares at you as you angrily turn around to leave his room. He follows after you quickly and pushes the door close again with one of his hands, his chest pressing you against the now closed door. “You can’t leave me. You know you can’t, bella.” He bends down to whisper into your ear, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, as his free arm snakes around your stomach.

“It is your fault to begin with …” He presses a lingering kiss right behind your ear. “You’ve been neglecting me. I’ve been so lonely and hurt, while you spent so much time with your friends.” Theodore’s fingers played with the buttons of your shirt, “Would you have liked it if I had abandoned you like you did?”

Lorenzo …

… even though he is nothing like the overly sweet boy most people believe him to be, he uses that image to make you look and feel bad. He will put on a whole performance in public and start crying – full on sobbing, with flowers in his hands. If that is not enough to make you forgive him, he will get down on his knees, loudly apologizing while professing his undying love for you. “You know I love you more than anything, please forgive me!”

By that point students will have gathered around you, observing the scene playing out in front of them while murmuring about how pitiful the boy was. He was such a sweetheart, right? You should definitely forgive him. The voices of the others and the way Lorenzo clung onto your skirt with crocodile tears running down his cheeks drive you into a tight spot until you finally ask him to stand up under the pressure of the judging eyes of the student body.

“Do you forgive me?” He whispers hopefully as he stands up to look at you with big eyes. He immediately pulls you into a tight hug the moment you nod hesitantly, hiding his face in your hair as he smirks to himself.

Draco …

… would use his status to threaten you into forgiving him.

Draco surprises you with an apology-picnic at the lake with the biggest bouquet of red roses anyone had ever seen in his hands. Anyone else would think he was about to propose with the way he had decorated everything and dressed up for the occasion. He slowly walked up to you apologizing while handing you the flowers. “I really am so sorry … you have to believe me.”

If you try to push the flowers back into his hands and reject his apology, he will forcefully push them back into your arms, the corner of his lips turned downwards into a frown. “It would be too bad if your father lost his job in the ministry just because his daughter was too proud to forgive her dear boyfriend.”

He grits out furiously, leaving you with no choice. His face relaxes as you accept the flowers, his hands cupping your cheeks to pull you into a chaste kiss. “Let’s enjoy the picnic darling, shall we?”

Blaise …

… knows he is seen as one of the most unproblematic male students at Hogwarts and he will take advantage of that: he will have his friends spread rumors about how you ruined the relationship because you cheated on him with the most disliked student of your house. Blaise knew you would not be able to endure the onslaught of hate you’d get from your housemates and friends – it would just be a matter of time until you came back running to him, begging him to help you with the nasty rumors circulating around the school.

“You know I hate seeing you hurt,” Blaise sighed, lifting his hands to brush the tears on your face away. “You know I would do anything to protect you from any harm – but you are not my girlfriend anymore … it is not my place to protect you. You told me yourself that you didn’t need me anymore, right?” He pulled his hands away as he watched more tears roll down your cheeks. Blaise bites the inside of his cheek to hide the smirk as you started begging for his forgiveness – begging for him to take you back. Oh, how the tables have turned.  

[sgrplumditz]

Simon falls for Johnny’s wife…

render by @ave661

a/n: I’ve been working on this for a hot minute, but ended up having it sit in my drafts for a couple months :(. these images were released and it definitely struck a chord in my delulu mind. hence why i decided to finish it..

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"I've got a bad feeling about this one, Johnny," she said to the Scott with a shaky breath. Their toddler clinging to his mother's leg while keeping a tight grip on his father's finger. His little hand too small to grip the entirety of his hand.

She couldn’t help but notice his worrisome sigh as he looked for the comforting words, "Eh, don't you worry, Darling. I always come back don't I?" he replied enthusiastically as he embraced her figure, his chin resting on the top of her head and his free hand caressing the back of his son’s head. Johnny always knew how to comfort her, but she couldn’t shake her nervousness and doubtful thoughts as he said goodbye to her husband and the father of her only child.

The memory of their final interaction as a family replayed in her head continuously as the rain created soft tapping noises on her black umbrella. The pattering of the water creating an almost hypnotizing effect on the new widow that kept her mind on the only aspect that was left of her late husband -- memories.

The toddler, a three-year-old boy, who like most of the time clung to his mother's body. Except this time he was fully embracing his mother, his little face placed into the crook of her neck as the pair stood together at the outdoor memorial service. She could only stare blankly at the urn that held the remains of the love of her life. Through her observant stare she took note of the simple, yet lovely set up of white roses, numerous awards and medals. All of which surrounded a framed photo of her Johnny — her favorite photo. A candid picture snapped of the blue eyed, dark haired man by his wife — the woman he kept a secret from his work life. Not out of shame, or malicious secrecy — Johnny loved his wife and his child. Love them so much that he couldn’t be bothered ever putting them in any sort of danger.

She could feel numerous pairs of eyes prying into her and her son as she stood amongst the medium sized crowd of individuals. She assumed all of them were teammates, Co-workers, or people simply paying their respects. she knew he was a highly decorated soldier, but he was far more than that. None of them knew about his personal life, and nobody knew about the widow and small boy he had left behind. Nobody but Captain John Price knew about Soap’s little family. In confidence, Soap had asked Price to maintain word of his wife and son under the rug of the sake of their safety. Although they were hidden, he always carried pieces of them with him wherever he went — attached to his dog tags were two small and silver flat pendants that had been engraved with his wife and son’s fingerprint, his wedding band usually accompanying them on the same chain whenever he was deployed.

When Johnny was home he never removed his ring. He would often complain about how difficult and stubborn the piece of jewelry was when it came time to remove it for work. Johnny thought he was as discrete as he could be when it came to protecting the two most important people in his life, but there was a certain masked individual who took notice of the tan line that marked his left ring finger, the sudden dark under eyes and disheveled appearance that started 3 years ago when they would meet early in the morning for briefings, and when he caught sight of a vomit stain decorating the left shoulder of his black t-shirt — he just wasn’t one to pry.

Those same observant eyes were glued to the grieving widow and the blue-eyed toddler.

Her mind was pulled out of thoughts as Price approached her with a warm and tender expression in his eyes. In his hands were the dog tags, along with his keepsakes of his beloveds and in a small box was the wedding band. All of his personal belongings packed neatly into a box. Price knew he didn’t have to say anything to her for her to know that he was paying his respects to Johnny’s wife. Prior to the memorial service she had made it clear to Price that she wanted him to keep his ashes. She found they would get at least some closure from releasing them.

As Price drew her small frame in for a polite hug her son grew restless in her arms. She knew he was too young to understand that his father was gone, but it was clear that he was uncomfortable and upset from the lack of him. "Mama, it's cold" he fussed as he smushed his face farther onto her neck, "and your feet are getting wet. You're gonna catch a cold". She gave Price an apologetic smile as she turned her attention to her son now — Price had taken it as a signal to retreat. He now stood with two other men.

She couldn't help but smile at the innocence and kindness that exuded from her son. She gently patted his back to soothe his discomfort, "How about we get out of here and get some lunch?" she tried to speak in her most joyful tone, but even then it was coated in sorrow. The boy did not catch on to her somber response, and instead eagerly nodded his head as he perked up to look at his mother. That is when she realized how similar their son, Samuel, looked to his father. He mirrored him in nearly every aspect -- the eye shape and color, the dark hair, and even the mannerisms were similar. This could all be a fragment of her imagination -- she thought. Maybe it was part of her grieving process. She missed him so much that she began to look for him and could only find him perfectly in their Sammie. She was so consumed by her thoughts, that she had not realized the single salty tear that slipped out of her eye and down her cheek. Samuel hated to see his mother cry, he quickly brought his tiny hands up to her cheek and wiped it away with a slightly heavy palm. Usually, he would verbally comfort her — as best as a toddler could do, but all he did was lean forward to place a gentle kiss on his mother's forehead, "This always makes you feel better when Daddy does it". Does -- in present tense.

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She could not tolerate being at the memorial service for much longer, and neither could Samuel. She had buckled him into his car seat and handed him a strawberry and banana squeezable fruit pack and crackers to ease his rumbling tummy in the meantime.

However, as she closed the car door and turned her back to face the crowd of people one last time she was instead met with a tall, burly build of a man. His face was hidden by a balaclava, leaving only his eyes on display. But the rest of his face was not necessary to note that he was also grieving. She noticed him within the crowd of the memorial service as well -- she assumed that was one of Johnny's friends, but did not bother to congregate with anyone since Johnny kept his personal life completely separate from his work life. And if she was being honest with herself, she did not have the emotional stamina to socialize with people that spent months out of the year with her late husband.

"Sorry. Can I help you with something?" she asked the brute man. She stared up at him with her eyes slightly shut to avoid water from getting into them.

"He’s Johnny’s" was his only reply. For a moment she only blinked and stared at him and noted the heavy English accent. The mention of her late husband’s name stung as she now was fighting back tears. Yes, he is Johnny's son. His pride and joy -- was what she wanted to say, but she could barely muster up the strength to nod her head.

She could tell that the individual's lips tightened into a line by the way the fabric of his mask slightly stretched. "My name is Simon. I was a friend of Johnny's..." he attempted to continue speaking, but all he did was nervously rub the back of his neck. "Johnny meant a lot to me, a real friend of mine..." he trailed off again.

She knew he was grieving, but it was a different type of pain. She sensed guilt within his sadness, but she knew better than to ask about any specifics. Her kind nature and maternal habits took over as she saw Simon struggling to find his words. For whatever reason this man decided to make himself emotionally uncomfortable to introduce himself, she figured there would be no harm in easing his mind.

She knew who Simon was since Johnny would bring up his friend "Ghost" every now and then "I know who you are" she smiled warmly trying to be the emotional rock between the two, "How about you join us for some lunch. I think Sammie would love to talk to and get to know his Uncle Ghost" she spoke eagerly in an attempt to lighten the mood -- something that was usually Johnny's role.

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The three of them sat in a booth within a homely diner. The rain had completely let down at this point, the large drops of water hitting the roof of the diner with loud individual pats. Her hands were wrapped around a warm mug of coffee as she stared out the window watching blades of grass be temporarily smooshed by the inclement weather. The waitress had refilled her mug causing her gaze to turn towards her, her eyes softened and she gave the waitress a subtle nod to thank her. It was then that she realized that her son was wearing the ghost mask that was once on Simon. There was a glimmer of joy in Sam's eyes as he stood on the booth and gently hopped toward his mother to show her the "cool mask".

"I look so cool!" he exclaimed which only caused a chuckle to leave both her and Simon's mouths as the toddler's face was completely exposed through the eye hole on the mask -- his features obviously too small to fill the mask in the same manner. Upon hearing the slight laugh she turned to look at Simon, who she was surprised to see with dirty blonde hair. He was overall a handsome man, something that anyone would notice at first glance, but his eyes always conveyed a lot of emotion. Right now it was amusement tinged with pain as he stared at Sam. She knew he also noticed how strongly he resembles Johnny, and a part of her found comfort in knowing that she was not grieving alone. The way he looked at Sammie made her feel warm. She sensed that Simon knew Johnny deeper than most of the people at the memorial service — knowing that she found herself smiling at the thought of her being able to cherish Johnny’s memories with someone else.

The waitress had arrived with everyone's meals. Sam did not hesitate to dig into his plate. The toddler abruptly grabbed the bottle of syrup and drenched his pancakes in it. His careless behavior causing some of it to spill onto to the table, "Use your table manners please" she spoke sternly, but softly to the boy as she slipped him a napkin and a set of covered utensils.

"He looks just like him" he spoke in a gentle and respectful tone. His eyes rested on Sam -- who was now too focused on using his utensils properly to pay attention to the conversation happening in front of him.

Her hand wiped a strand of dark stray hair away from his forehead before she turned her attention toward Simon, who was now looking at her, "Yeah. Carried him for 9 months and he's got the nerve to look just like his father" she shrugged with a pained smile — her attempt to lighten the mood once again failing, "but I wouldn't have it any other way".

Simon took note of the sorrow hidden within the smile as his own face mirrored it out of empathy.

A few minutes had gone by and Samuel was still working on his meal, Simon had quickly eaten his, and she played with her food, tossing it around all over her plate in a desperate attempt to distract herself. How embarrassing would it be to break down at a family diner. "You should eat your lunch" he spoke. The deep voice dragging her out of her spiraling thoughts.

She glanced down to look at his empty plate and her contrastingly full one. Casually shrugging off his suggestion she set her fork down and let out a soft sigh, "I'll just take it to go. I don't really have an appetite at the moment" she spoke in a casual tone — too causal of a tone. She was normally a social person, the type to be able to engage in conversation with any type of person for hours. Her personality was magnetizing in the sense that she was an incredibly open minded person, which only made her a vessel for hundreds on conversations, all of different topics and tones — a quality that Johnny loved about her. She was one of the few that would keep up with his mindless thoughts and nonsense ideas. That is where she was at the moment. In her mind she was thinking about the woman she was before she got the gut wrenching knock at her door. The knock where she was told by Laswell and Price that her husband was gone. “Killed in Action” were the words they used. “He died saving the world” was something Price added.

Sure he had died saving the world, but her and her son’s was destroyed. She was never a selfish person, but in that moment she wished the world would burn if it meant he was in her arms instead of merely a memory. She hadn’t noticed until recently that tears were flooding her cheeks and spilling onto her meal. Simon had been observing her for a moment as she watched her fall into deep thought, but once he saw her tear stained face he acted quickly.

He swiftly took his wallet out of his pocket and placed a $50 bill on the table to cover their meals and a decent tip, “Come on” he spoke in a demanding voice, his tone remaining soft enough for her and Sam to remain calm. Sam was oblivious to his mother’s current state as he had now distracted himself with the crayons and the kids menu.

She looked at Simon as she attempted to regain her composure. It was long gone, she was an emotional mess at the diner — exactly what she was trying to avoid. “It’s alright.” he coo’d as he took Sam into his arm. With his free hand he guided her out of the booth and to the exit.

He took the initiative to get the mother and son home as soon as possible. The three of them approached her car, “Get in and take a few deep breaths, yeah?” he instructed while simultaneously holding the door open for her. Sam had been buckled into his car seat, which Simon struggled to figure out, but the toddler being incredibly intuitive had seen his mother and father do it hundreds of times and was able to talk Simon through it.

If that had happened under different circumstances she would have been able to congratulate Sam and let him know how proud she is of him, but she was far from being in that state of self awareness and state of mind.

She was a wreck in the passengers seat of her own car. She was heartbroken in the passengers seat of her own car. The severity of it all finally setting in making it nearly impossible for her to get ahold of herself.

Is she just exhausted from the days leading up to the funeral? A weeks worth of concealed emotions finally spilling out in front of her. She is definitely overwhelmed, but this time she subconsciously feels safe and secure enough to let go of her broken front.

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Months had gone by since her meltdown in front of Simon, and he never once brought it up. He was well aware it wasn’t something she was proud of, nor did she want to talk about her grief. Simon had been coming around her and Samuel a couple times a week just to check in on the pair. He felt it was his responsibility to keep them safe now — the least he could do for his recently deceased friend. Everyday he spent with the two of them he realized why Soap had kept them a secret. They were truly too special to put into any risk; especially her. She was a walking breath of fresh air, not something anyone encounters often in their lifetime, especially not in their line of work and the lifestyle it supplies. Now it all made sense. Johnny was always the most eager to return home when they’d be out in the field, said he had “something special” waiting for him, but everyone would shrug it off.

He grew to understand Soap’s decision to keep his family hidden from the world he worked in.

Even though Simon was consumed in his own thoughts he was still able to be completely alert as the mother and son played on the playground.

Her laugh. It stripped him away from his spiraling memories and muses. His gaze snapped to her body on the floor covered in wood chips, she had clearly tripped and stumbled while playing with Samuel. She was laughing at her clumsiness, laughing at how attentive Samuel was to his mother as soon as she hit the cushioned floor, “Sammie, I’m okay” she soothed him as he clung to her — small and gentle laughs leaving her full lips as she reacted to the entire scenario.

That was the first time Simon had heard her laugh.The sound of her sweet tone intoxicating to him. He couldn’t get enough, is what he mentally told himself as he walked over to her to help get back on her feet. Her soft and polished hand nestled and firmly gripped onto his rough and calloused one as he pulled her off the ground.

Guilt lingered in his being upon realizing how much he liked being around her, but he needed to be there for them. The conflict was clear within him, and something he figures he’ll eventually learn to accept and move forward with. He knew he would have to set aside his audacious feelings to respect her and more importantly to respect Johnny. He would be there to protect them as much as she allowed him. He wasn’t planning on getting emotionally attached to the the pair, or her alone.

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Later that same evening, Simon had made the decision to pay her and Sammie a visit. He stepped out of his car with a bag of Chinese takeout in his hand. Chinese food had become the only thing she would willingly eat ever since Johnny passed. A swift hand smoothing his plain black t-shirt before he began walking toward her front door, but as soon as his hand left his clothing he realized what he was doing. Bringing her favorite food to her and her son with no real reason to be seeing her, checking his appearance — something uncommon for the typically aloof man. A lingering hint of guilt settled in the pit of his stomach as he treaded towards the front door of her house. No, Simon was only supposed to be there for the mother and son duo as an aide during this severe loss. He felt that’s what he owed to Johnny since he felt partially responsible for his death. A cocktail of traumatic thoughts and memories invaded his mind . The grip on the take-out bag grew stronger, the same strength being felt in his chest as his heart pounded in its cavity

Upon reaching the front door he heard what sounded like a glass had broken — as if it had fallen off of a surface, which isn’t a big deal, she had a bad habit off leaving glasses on the edge of countertops and tables, but the yelp that followed only made Simon react in the most instinctive manner. He rushed inside the house and into the kitchen where she was found with a dish towel wrapped around her hand and a grimace on her face. Her nose scrunched in reaction to the pain.

Simon raised an eyebrow at her as he approached her with swift and long strides. His demeanor was urgent, alarmed and slightly panicked as his body was still in a reactive state from his memories, but how could she know that? She stared at him with the same expression, but she had more reason to. His breathing wasn’t heavy but it was slightly sporadic. At the same time, it was still controlled, his body was tense, but most significantly, his eyes looked panicked and unsettled. “I didn’t know you’d be visiting tonight. You should have let me know,” she spoke casually as she continued holding pressure on her fresh wound, “Or else I wouldn’t have-“ her words stopped flowing when Simon grabbed her hand and began to examine the brand-new cut. She watched his concerned expression lighten when he confirmed that the abrasion was small enough to heal on its own, “- let my mom take him for the weekend.” She finally completed her sentence when his large brown eyes met hers.

She knew exactly what was happening to him. She recognized the wide, alert eyes, uneven breathing, and tense mannerisms. This was a common occurrence that she witnessed Johnny experience. Her husband was gone, but there were constant reminders of him everywhere -- and one thing she hated seeing was Johnny struggling with his PTSD. Just like Johnny, she couldn't tolerate seeing Simon in the same condition.

Using her unharmed hand, she grabbed Simon's calloused one. Her movements were gentle and fluid as she guided their hands to the left side of her chest. With his palm now resting on her chest she looked into his eyes before speaking in a nurturing tone. "Slow and steady. Count it for me" she said as she placed her own hand over his chest. It was then that she noticed how hard and fast his heart pounded. "I’ll count yours until we match pace. One, two, three..."

Eventually, Simon counted with her, his heart rate slowing gradually as his mind remained distracted from the trauma and focused on her. On her beating heart, on her nurturing voice, on her full pink lips, on her long dark eyelashes, on her soft delicate hands. Her. His mind consumed by images of her, his newfound serenity.

Simon cannot help but feel guilty, but his pleasure and serene state strongly blinds him from this feelings. This is exactly what he didn’t want, but he can’t help but relish in it.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

lady and the tramp spaghetti kiss but with deuce’s mom and lilia 🫣

I'm yoinking this idea for the unofficial blog event 🤡

(Quick clarification: Mrs. Spade being an ex-delinquent is a headcanon! I just thought it’d be an interesting concept, so I incorporated it into her character.)

Curiouser and Curiouser...

When Lilia mentions to his son that he's planning on cooking for the "lady friend" he's seeing, Silver steps in to stop his dad from poisoning the poor woman. "You should try a restaurant, get to know one another better before volunteering to share your... talent with her," Silver advises as lightly as he can. Thankfully for him (and for his dad's date), Lilia relents.

He decides to take his date to Tony's, a laid-back family friendly pizza and pasta joint in town. Lilia brings along his own candle—blessed with Malleus’s almost apocalyptic green fire (imagine that, a horned fairy godmother in pitch black robes)—to decorate their table, as well as a crystal vase with a single red rose (provided from the Heartslabyul Gardens by Cater, wanting to support his fellow Light Music Club member. “Knock’m dead with your charm, Lils!”)

Kalim had wanted to contribute something to Lilia’s date night, but unfortunately a huge parade of animals, while impressive, wouldn’t squeeze into Tony’s. Instead, Kalim went shopping with Lilia to help him get all dripped out for the occasion! “I’ll pay for whatever you want, so have at it!” (It was Jamil who had to limit Lilia’s spending and stopped him from buying medieval battle armor. “Why would you wear this to a date?! Are you trying to kill them? Just wear something practical and casual!”)

Lilia thought he’d be the first at the venue, but he's actually been beaten to the punch. She's easy to spot because of her hair--a bob, striped blonde and dark blue--and her spade earring. Lips painted, eyes done up. Her leather jacket is open to reveal a cute white rabbit logo (most likely a freebie T-shirt from work), paired with jeans (ripped at the knees) and ankle boots.

"You're early, Dylla," he remarks, slipping into the seat across from her and placing the candle and vase on the table. She smiles and says, "I'd never be late for a very important date."

Lilia asks if Dylla was waiting for long. According to her, she was at the restaurant over 15 minutes ago but "not to worry" because she was just talking to her son over the phone to pass the time. Dylla mentions that her son can be such a worrywart sometimes. "He was reminding me to stay safe and to let you know that he'll be on your ass if you make me sad," Dylla says with a laugh. "Oh my, I'd better not let your smile waver then," Lilia replies easily.

While they're looking over the menus, Lilia mentions his own "prodigious" cooking. (According to him, his son Silver just can't get enough of it!! Once, Silver took one bite and immediately passed out from how "good" it was.) "It's a required skill for single parents," Dylla agrees. "I can cook myself, but mainly simple dishes. My Deuce enjoys eggs, so I usually make things with those. It helps that they're cheap and keep for a long time too." (She says that she'd love to try his food, and in return she'll make something for him too! They make a promise to get to it someday.)

They settle on ordering the same item: Starry Night Spaghetti, a plate of spaghetti with meatballs. (There’s a story that two dogs once had the same dish under the stars, and became closer than ever as a result!) “A shame we aren’t eating outside—then we’d be bonded just like the canine couple,” Lilia says.

During the wait for their food, they exchange crazy stories about their lives. Lilia shocks Dylla with tales of his travels and of his past as a war veteran (although he's a little vague about the details), and Dylla tells him all about her days as an ex-delinquent and biker chick. "Kufufu, looks can be quite deceiving," Lilia chuckles. "No one would dare suspect such sweet-faced people like us to be so troublesome~"

Of course, they also share stories about their sons! Who can forget when Deuce used to wear all those rabbit-themed clothes as a kid? How about the time Silver fought a family of bears and came out of the battle with three new friends?

Lilia scootches his seat closer so he can show off some pictures of him and Silver on his phone! Dylla's shoulder presses against Lilia’s as she leans in to look, squishing the two into their own personal bubble, seemingly putting them in a world far away from the noisy pizzeria.

They decide to take pics together to commemorate the date! Dylla learns a lot of things from Lilia (like flipping the camera lenses to take better selfies, how to use the timing feature, and what filters do). They take a normal picture, then one with silly faces (Lilia’s suggestion) and a third with silly poses (also Lilia’s suggestion).

He busts out his bagpipes at some point to romance her with a romantic (?) serenade. Lilia does a little jig with it—something he threw together on the spot with knowledge of different styles of dancing from various cultures. The other customers mistake him for a paid performer and start clapping along and cheering—and Dylla joins in, clapping and cheering the loudest of them all.

Lilia starts to ask if they’d like an encore, if and so, which instrument? Mandolin or accordion? He can play them all! A member of the wait staff comes over to gently ask that Lilia put away his instruments, so then Lilia tries to sing without any musical accompaniment: “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, thaaat’s amoreeeeee 🎵”

He gets shut down a second time because, “Sir, your screeching is making the children at the next table over cry.” (Dylla gets a real kick out of Lilia’s enthusiasm though! “I can’t remember the last time a man was passionate enough to sing his heart out, consequences be damned!”)

When the food finally arrives, they realize that the chef must have made a mistake—there’s one plate of spaghetti, as though both of their orders were combined onto a single massive serving. But hey, Lilia’s willing to roll with it and just eat off the same plate. “What do you know, it’s family style!” he jokes. “In the Land of Crimson Long, it’s common for restaurants to serve food this way. You just pick out the portion you want to serve yourself.”

So that’s just what they do—stabbing their forks into the spaghetti at opposite ends and eating from that. Lilia’s appetite is healthy (he’s getting sauce on his mouth and is sucking up the noodles with such speed that a stray one slaps him in the face), but Dylla's got something on her mind.

She keeps winding her spaghetti around and around on her fork, lost in thought and doubts. Dylla wonders about a great deal of things. When is the right time to introduce this man to Deuce? How would he take it, especially when he’s gone without a father for his whole life? Was she even deserving of another husband, and someone as wonderful as Lilia?

Dylla absentmindedly brings the noodles to her mouth. There’s a slight tug at the other end (a stubborn clump, maybe?) but she pays it no mind, far too fixated on her thoughts. She doesn’t realize what’s happening until she feels something on her lips—and finds Lilia’s wide-eyed stare trained on her.

They hurriedly pull back from one another, and from the spaghetti-stained kiss. Dylla's slightly panicked and profusely apologetic, but Lilia reassures her that it’s fine, neither of them were anticipating it—and if anything, the guilt is split 50-50! “Guess we’ll both have to be sentenced for our grave crime!”

“… Oh, one moment. You have something here.” Lilia runs a thumb along the margins of Dylla's lower lip. It’s just some stray spaghetti sauce and lipstick smudges, but the gesture, however small, feels very tender and intimate, even moreso than the kiss. His hand lingers for maybe a second longer than it should have, but he, at last, retreats with a playful grin. “There you are, good as new.”

They fistfight to be the first one to the bill (their reasoning being, “it must be hard for you as a fellow single parent, let ME foot the full thing!”). Being fae, Lilia has the advantage with superior strength and speed, but Dylla gives him a good run for his money. They fight ends with Lilia headlocking his date and seizing the check in his mouth, puncturing the paper with his fangs.

Before any wallets can be opened, their (deeply exasperated) waiter asks them to “please just leave”, not even caring if they pay or not. (He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with shenanigans like this 💦)

They exit Tony’s and enter the night. There’s a full moon out to illuminate their way as they walk to Dylla's waiting magical wheel. As she produces her keys, Lilia tucks the red rose that had been with them at heir dining table behind her left ear. “May the Night guide you,” he says cryptically. Dylla isn’t sure what it means, but it makes the heat rise to her cheeks anyway. He sure knows how to sweet talk, his way into someone’s heart.

She asks Lilia where his ride is and he nonchalantly says that he “flew in”, which just leaves her slack jawed (until he cracks yet another classic Dad Joke with, “and boy, are my arms tired!”). “Well, if you’re up for it, I’d love to give you a lift home,” Dylla offers. “There’s plenty of room for another person.”

“If you could take me to Silver’s dorm, that would be great—but how scandalous! We disturb the public peace, don’t pay for our meal, then make a quick getaway on a motor vehicle?” Lilia climbs aboard, looping his arms around his date. “I think we’re shaping up to be quite the criminal couple.”

Dylla revs up her magical wheel, which lets out a monstrous groan. They peel off and merge into the road, racing the stars and sky that housed them, their peals of laughter filling the night. It was definitely one to remember.

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Thawing the Widow (A Natasha Romanoff Story): Chapter 7 - School

Chapter Summary: Natasha tricks Cat into going to school. Apparently she's some kind of genius.

Chapter Warnings: Talks about kidnapping.

Notes: Thanks for all the support on this story! Please continue to like/reblog/comment (I feel like a Youtuber). Also if there is anything you're interested in seeing in the story, let me know and I'll try to incorporate it!

Thawing the Widow Masterlist

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Once they arrived at Natasha's apartment, Cat had to try hard to pretend not to be too impressed.

It had to be three times as large as Trevor's place. It was impeccably furnished and decorated, with lush sofas and pristine countertops. To Cat's delight, there were two fancy espresso machines— if you felt like making two cups at the same time, she guessed. The apartment was located in the richer part of the neighborhood. There was a sprawl of shops and diners across the street. It was clear that being an Avenger paid well.

The house had that fresh, new-house smell. She noticed there were no framed pictures in the apartment, or anything that could have revealed who the owner was. There were three bedrooms. In contrast to the rest of the apartment, the bedrooms were furnished very little. One of them was completely empty. The other two only had beds and drawers. One of them had a desk. There was barely anything in the fridge. Natasha only had plastic cups and utensils.

"I only stay here when I'm in the neighborhood," Natasha explained. "It's more of a safehouse. That's why it's so empty."

Cat was okay with the space. She liked having room to move. It was vastly different from Trevor's apartment, which had been cluttered with so many beer bottles that she could hardly walk from one side of a room to the other without stumbling over something.

Natasha gave her a key to the apartment, and told her, "If you lose it, you aren't getting another one."

Cat was allowed to choose a room; she chose the one with the desk. It took her roughly five minutes to unpack. The only things she still carried with her were basic living necessities and her stuffed rabbit, Rufus. She had a diverse collection of clothes, taken from homeless shelters and traded on the street. They fit her oddly, either oversized or undersized, and most of them were ripped or had holes in them.

The ill-fitting clothes didn't escape Natasha's notice. The second day, Cat woke up to find the closet bursting with a plethora of clothes. Leggings, T-shirts, tops, jeans, jackets, coats. She had no idea how Natasha had gotten her size, but all of them fit her perfectly. She was suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of gratitude. She didn't know if she could put it into words. But Natasha didn't bring it up, so neither did she.

As the days went by, Cat noticed new additions to the apartment. New pens and books appeared in her room. Chew toys and dog beds for Taco manifested in the living room. The fridge was always full. Sometimes Taco Bell would be waiting on the table when Cat got back. A couple of those cheesy mugs with funny one-liners sat next to the expensive wine bottles in the cupboards. And lastly, about five different brands of cereal in the pantry, including Fruit Loops. Yet, Natasha never said a word about it.

Despite what Natasha had said about only living there when she was in the neighborhood, she seemed to be at the apartment quite a lot. She was nearly always at the table in the morning, awake before the sun. She would be reading a book or scrolling through her phone, a pot of coffee steaming next to her. She always glared when Cat stole it to pour herself two mugfuls of coffee, muttering something about grubby coffee-addicted children.

Cat appreciated the tranquil peacefulness of the mornings. Back when she lived at Trevor's, mornings were the only time she had to herself. She'd never been great at the whole sleeping thing, either. It wasn't uncommon for her to be up at 3AM drinking coffee. When she'd been homeless, her sleep schedule had been all over the place.

However, Natasha's sleeping schedule seemed even more irregular. She often came back to the apartment at odd hours, or got up at midnight for a jog. Sometimes, they caught each other in the kitchen in the early hours and talked about nothing in particular. Natasha never asked her why she was up so late, or told her to go back to sleep. She did, however, make many comments that hinted at Cat's unhealthy sleeping habits, which Cat was content to ignore. Their conversations had a fair amount of rolling eyes and bickering.

Still, some days Cat walked into the kitchen in the morning and Natasha wasn't there. The woman never left a note or mentioned leaving. She'd come back after a few days. The most she'd been away was two weeks. Cat guessed that she was on some Avenger-related mission. She'd always come back looking a little tired, with bandages over fresh cuts and bruises.

Cat was good on her own. Cash was kept in a hidden drawer in the kitchen. Natasha had shown it to her the first week. She could get in and out of the apartment with her key. Over the next few weeks, she fell into a routine. She spent the days walking around the city, exploring new streets and shops. She took Taco to the park, went to the library to read, and was free to do whatever she pleased.

Overall, life was good. So good, that Cat had to routinely keep reminding herself to not get too comfortable. Still, it was hard when she had all the Fruit Loops and coffee she could ever want, a warm place to sleep, and the constant hunger in her stomach no longer intensified day by day.

But what if this whole plan didn't work out? Cat knew better than to think this was anything but a temporary arrangement. She had learned from making this mistake in various foster homes. One second, things were fine— then all of the sudden, BAM! She was back in the system because they decided she was too troublesome, too mouthy, too much to deal with. She got into too many fights, she was too hyper, she was mean to the other kids— Cat had heard it all. What if the same thing happened with Natasha? The questions lingered in her mind.

The first time Natasha had left for a mission, Cat had explored the entire apartment fully. She'd discovered not one but twenty-three different hiding places loaded with weapons, cash, fake passports, and random assortments. Cat didn't know why she was so surprised when she saw the guns. Of course the Black Widow would want to be protected in her own house. But the guns gave her an idea.

Just in case she had to live on the streets again, she needed something that would protect her. Cat took a gun from one of the hiding places and stashed it in her pillowcase. She'd read about that type of gun in the library and had studied the different diagrams. At night, she practiced taking it apart and putting it back together, then practiced turning the safety on and off. Sometimes she would aim it at nothing in particular, imagining those muggers who'd attacked her on the other end of it. She was reminded of how helpless she felt, how weak.

Briefly, that took her back to Trevor. She shut the memory down quick— she was getting better at that. Gripping the gun tightly, she decided that she never wanted to feel that helpless again.

But simply knowing how to hold the gun wasn't enough. One day, she confronted Natasha at breakfast.

"Teach me how to fight."

Natasha set down her fork. Her expression, as always, was unreadable. "Why?"

"Because I want to know how."

"Why do you want to know how?"

Cat didn't want to tell her the real reason why. She was quiet for a long time. "I just do."

Natasha was silent for a long moment. She seemed to see right through her. Cat shifted nervously.

"Okay."

Cat beamed, nearly springing out of her chair in glee. "Really?"

"However, I have two conditions."

Cat sat back down and crossed her arms, not liking the sound of that. "What are they?"

"One, stop stealing my guns."

Cat's heart stuttered in her chest. How the hell did she notice it was gone? There must've been at least thirty guns hidden around the apartment.

"I… don't know what you're talking about," she tried.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Please. You're not as sneaky as you think you are. The walls are paper-thin. And I'm familiar with what assembling and disassembling a semi-automatic pistol sounds like."

"Okay, fine. Stealing guns— not an option. What about the knives?"

Natasha glared.

"Okay, fine. No knives either." Cat leaned back in the chair. "So what's the second condition?"

A gleam in Natasha's eye made Cat feel wary. "The second condition: If I teach you how to fight, you have to go to school."

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And that was how Cat found herself waiting in front of the principal's office at a brand-new school, smack in the middle of the school year, waiting to be admitted into her first class.

Fun.

Natasha only agreed to teaching Cat how to fight after she completed her first day of school. It would be worth it, Cat reminded herself, when she was being taught how to punch a mugger in the face by the Black Widow herself.

When Cat saw the new backpack Natasha had chosen for her, she'd gotten second thoughts. Currenting lying next to her feet, it was no less hideous than her old one. This one was My Little Pony merchandise, a mortifying pink covered in sparkly bright pony decorations. Cat had an inkling that Natasha had done it on purpose— oh, who was she kidding? She'd definitely done it on purpose.

The room was painted a mild and disgusting shade of yellow. The walls were covered in posters with words. Cat amused herself by reading through them. NO BULLYING. Think big! Your only limit is your mind. One was covered with words like responsibility and respectful and happiness. Barf.

The secretaries' desk sat in front of the principal's office. There were two of them. One looked like she should've retired two decades ago. She moved with an agitating slowness only rivaled by the laziest sloth in the rainforest. She was squinting at her computer, frowning and muttering to herself. Cat was almost certain she was playing solitaire. The other secretary was gossiping on the phone to someone about Terry's latest squash patch and how they all looked like a bunch of deformed potatoes.

Taco hadn't been allowed on campus. She was so used to having her beagle around that without her, Cat felt like some part of her was missing. That, coupled with having to sit still at the chair made her antsy. Cat had never been a patient person. She checked the time on the clock for the second time that same minute. How was it possible that she'd only been waiting seven and a half minutes?

Cat was saved from her boredom by the door beside her chair swinging open. A dark haired boy sauntered in. Cat caught a glimpse of a self-satisfied expression on his face as he made his way to the secretaries' desk and slammed a pink slip of paper down on it with an unnecessary amount of force.

"Jesus!" the gossiping secretary cried.

The secretary playing solitaire showed no sign of acknowledging that anything had happened. She frowned and muttered to herself some more, clicking her mouse.

"Hi, Julie," the boy said.

"Please stop calling me Julie, Lance. I'm Mrs. Schroder."

"But it's your name. Can't I call you by your name?"

"Well it's unprofessional—"

"But I'm not a professional. I'm only a kid."

"That's not the point, Lance. Let me see that." She took the pink paper slip from him. "What've you done this time?" She read it and shook her head. "Take a seat next to Catalina, Lance."

Lance turned around and plopped down next to Cat. He looked at her. His eyes were weirdly bright and blue, a steep contrast to his dark hair.

"Hi," he whispered.

"Hi," Cat whispered back, unsure of why they were whispering.

"I haven't seen you before. You must be new."

Cat raised her eyebrows. "Just because you haven't seen me before doesn't mean I'm new. There are loads of people at this school."

"I know everyone here. I've been going here since kindergarten."

"Good for you."

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "But you are new, right?"

"Yes," Cat admitted.

"I knew it!"

"There's no need to sound so pleased with yourself. It's not like you made a groundbreaking discovery."

"I'm Lance, by the way. I'm in fourth grade." He reached his right hand over. Cat shifted in her seat, awkwardly positioning herself so she could shake his hand. "You're Catalina, right?"

"Just Cat for short. I'm also in fourth grade. Your hand's really cold."

He released her hand, looking a little embarrassed. "They're always that way. I have bad cir-cu-la-tion" he said, sounding the word out slowly. "But my mom always says I should shake people's hands when I meet them. She's weird."

My mom's dead, Cat nearly said, but deemed it a little too heavy for fourth grader conversational topics.

"So why do you listen to her?" she asked instead.

"I don't know. 'Cause she's my mom, I guess." His eyes moved down to the My Little Pony monstrosity. "Nice backpack."

"Not really. I know it's ugly. I didn't choose it."

"Did your mom choose it for you?"

"No," she said shortly. Before he could ask about it, Cat switched tracks quickly. "How'd you get in trouble?"

He grinned mischievously. "I dumped a bucket of paint over Chelsea's head. It got all over her hair. You should've seen her face." He crowed delightfully. "Mrs. Reynolds totally freaked out. It was hilarious."

She huffed, turning away from him. "Jerk."

"Hey," he protested. "I'm not a jerk!"

"Says the guy who poured a bucket of paint over some girl's head for no reason."

"First of all, it was Chelsea Manchester. If you knew that witch, you'd want to pour a bucket of paint over her head too. And it wasn't for no reason!"

"I bet it was for a stupid reason, then."

"It wasn't!"

"Was!"

"Wasn't!"

"Was!"

"Wasn't!"

Their argument had risen in volume so that the secretary on the phone snapped, "HEY! You two! Quiet!"

Cat crossed her arms, throwing a skeptical look at him. "What was the reason, then?" she asked, quieter.

"She bet me I wouldn't," Lance said proudly.

Cat rolled her eyes. "See? Stupid reason."

Before Lance could retaliate, the principal's door swung open. He was an unsightly, pudgy man with no neck and squinty eyes, decked out in a full suit that probably didn't fit him as well as he hoped it would.

"Catalina?" he called.

"She likes being called Cat," Lance interjected. "I know that because I talked to her, Mr. Tater Tot."

"Wow," Cat said. "Is your name actually Mr. Tater Tot?"

"No," Mr. Tater Tot said crossly. "It's Mr. Tate. Lance, if you could refrain from passing your bad influence on our new students, I will be with you in a second. Catalina, come on in."

"It's Cat!" Lance called from his seat as Cat followed Mr. Tater Tot inside his office.

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This is a way better punishment than skipping recess," Lance said later, as he was pointing out the bathrooms to her.

Mr. Tater Tot had told Lance that being the welcome wagon for Cat was his punishment for pouring paint over Chelsea Manchester. He also had to write the girl a formal apology letter.

"But it doesn't actually have to be an apology letter," Lance told Cat. "Mr. Tater Tot never actually reads the thing, 'cause he's so busy and all. Supposedly. So basically you can write stuff like I hope you find a dead rat in your cubby the next time we have recess and you're good to go."

"Oh, here's Mrs. Reynold's class," he said, leading her through a door.

The classroom was colorful and full of the same gag-worthy posters she'd seen in the principal's office. Desks were pushed together to create table groups. Mrs. Reynolds was a young twenty-something woman who didn't seem awful at doing her job. Only, she made Cat introduce herself in front of the entire class like they were in kindergarten.

"Say your name and your favorite color," Mrs. Reynolds encouraged her.

Cat told everyone her favorite color was gray. It wasn't, but she thought it was funny because who the hell liked gray, of all colors?

Mrs. Reynolds placed her in the same group as Lance, a boy wearing rectangular glasses, and a seething girl who looked like she'd taken a shower with all her clothes on. Her hair was dripping over the carpet and her skin was tinged blue. She had a delicate face and would've been pretty if she hadn't looked like a Smurf. Cat presumed this was Chelsea Manchester.

The boy wearing glasses looked relieved when Lance and Cat came over. "Oh good, you're back. She's been going on and on."

"You! Look what you did to me!" Chelsea shrieked at Lance. "Mrs. Reynolds! I don't want to sit near him!"

"Get along, you two," Mrs. Reynolds said airily, passing worksheets to everyone.

"That's T.J.," Lance introduced, pointing at the boy with the glasses, "and that's the wicked witch herself."

T.J. waved. "Hi."

"Do not listen to anything he tells you. Lance is a huge loser." Chelsea turned to Lance, shoving the blue sleeve of her white fluffy coat. "This was a beautiful titanium white before! Look what color it is now!"

"Now it's a nice titanium blue," Cat offered.

Chelsea frowned at her. "That doesn't even make sense!"

Mrs. Reynolds hurried over. "Catalina—"

"It's Cat," Lance corrected.

"Right— Cat, would you come over here?" Mrs. Reynolds beckoned her towards a sole desk isolated from the rest of the class, in the farthest corner. There was a small packet sitting on it, as well as a pencil and eraser. "This is just a standard test. You'll be quizzed on math or English. Don't worry if you haven't prepared for it. It's not graded, it's just for me to see where you're at academically. Try to get through as many problems as you can. I'm not expecting you to complete the whole thing, just try your best…"

Cat didn't think she'd have any problem with the test. She had studied to a high school level in the library. Math came easy to her. All it was was memorizing a bunch of rules and applying it to numbers. English was a little harder, but it was similar to math in the sense that it also had a set of rules to memorize.

After Mrs. Reynolds left her to teach the class, Cat quickly scanned the problems on the first page. Sure enough, all the problems on the first page were easy enough that she could do in her head. She flew through them, circling the correct answers. The second page was much of the same.

Cat flipped through the third, the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth pages with little to no difficulty. Surely it couldn't be this easy! She had spent so much time at the library, away from school, she'd forgotten how easy all the elementary school material was. By the time she reached the last page, Mrs. Reynolds still hadn't come to get her.

Cat sneaked a look up. The class was bent over their desks, scribbling on paper. The only sound was the occasional mutter from a student, immediately silenced by Mrs. Reynolds. Was Cat supposed to just… sit there? She flipped through the pages of the test packet again, making sure that she hadn't missed anything important that should have been consuming her time.

But she'd finished every single problem. She didn't bother checking her work; she knew she'd done it all correctly. When it came to math, she was like a calculator.

Unsure of what else to do, Cat settled for doodling on the margins of the test. She drew a spider, a pumpkin, a pumpkin eating a spider… She was so focused, she jumped when she heard Mrs. Reynold's voice next to her ear.

"I'm sorry, Cat. I'm so silly— I just realized I gave you the wrong test. That's the middle school curriculum. You must've been so confused!" Mrs. Reynolds took the packet from Cat and frowned. Eyebrows climbing up on her forehead, she flipped through the pages and looked back up at Cat again. Then back down at the test. Then—

"Have you finished the packet already?"

"Yeah."

"You didn't show your work," she observed.

"I did it in my head," Cat explained.

Mrs. Reynolds looked at Cat thoughtfully. "Hmm."

She hurried away with Cat's test, telling the class she was leaving for a little bit and to behave. Cat sat there for a long time, not knowing what to do and feeling like she did something wrong. The class was beginning to finish whatever it was they were working on. Quiet chatter turned into a clamor of voices.

Mrs. Reynolds burst into the classroom again, the chatter immediately calmed. She told T.J. to pass out another round of worksheets, causing the class to collectively groan. She returned to Cat's isolated corner desk and slid another packet to her and asked her to complete it.

This time, Mrs. Reynolds dragged a chair over and watched as Cat completed the test. Cat found it a little creepy. The test was a little harder than the previous one, but she was still able to finish it without any trouble. After she finished, Mrs. Reynolds left the classroom again and came back. Cat had no idea why Mrs. Reynolds looked so amazed and confused. Teachers were weird.

"Cat, this is incredible," Mrs. Reynolds whispered to her. "You completed a seventh grade level and an eighth grade level standardized test, and you passed both with flying colors."

Oh. No wonder it was so easy. Cat stared blankly at Mrs. Reynolds, who seemed to be waiting for a reaction. What was the big deal? "Um… cool," she said.

"Okay," Mrs. Reynolds said, still looking like she couldn't believe what she was saying. "You can go back to your table group now."

"Don't worry about the test," T.J. told her when she came back. "Everyone did horrible on it."

"Not me," Chelsea sniffed. "I did spectacularly. Mrs. Reynolds told my parents herself."

Lance snorted. "I suppose your parents were the ones who told you that?"

"Why does it matter?" Chelsea asked indignantly.

Lance rolled his eyes.

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"How was school?" Natasha called as Cat unlocked the apartment and stormed in. Taco sprung up from the couch and charged into her.

"Horrible. Not you, Taco," Cat mumbled into Taco's fur. "You're wonderful."

Natasha came into the living room, holding the landline. "That's not what your teacher said. She called— apparently you're some kind of genius."

Cat had reached into a box of Fruit Loops and stuffed a handful in her mouth. It took her a long time to chew and swallow. "Well, obviously. I didn't need her to tell me that."

"She says you could take some classes at the high school if you're interested." Natasha waited for an answer. When none came, she pressed, "Well? Are you interested?"

Cat set the box of Fruit Loops down, not liking the steely glint in Natasha's eyes. "If I say I'm not, are you going to refuse to teach me how to fight?"

"The chances of me using that as leverage against you… are very high."

Cat clenched her jaw. "You're evil. And manipulative."

Natasha smirked. "So you're on board?"

"I'm going to be bullied. Relentlessly."

"You are not. High schoolers love ten year old know-it-all geniuses."

"They do not."

"Then it's a good thing you're going to know how to beat some high schoolers up after you learn from the best. Isn't that what you want?"

Cat sighed theatrically, long and drawn-out. "Fiiiiine.”

"Great!" Natasha chirped with uncharacteristic cheer. "I was going to sign you up regardless of your answer."

"Thanks so much for bothering to ask me at all," Cat said sarcastically. She grabbed Taco's leash. "Taco and I are going on a walk. See you never."

"Midtown High!" Natasha called after her retreating form. "You're going to be learning amongst the best and brightest!"

Cat shouted back a not very nice thing. She could hear Natasha's low laugh echo before the door swung shut.

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Notes: Hmm, who goes to midtown high that we know? Let me know what you think and if you like Cat's friends! See you on thursday!

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

I finished the second episode of Heartstopper last night (wanted to post about it yesterday, but I was too tired from work), so here are some of my thoughts in no particular order for you now.

Good on Nick for checking up on Charlie after what happened. I found it odd, though, that he seemed more emotional about it than Charlie, but I guess they're in two very different places, mentally. One being 'why do I seem to like this guy way more than my other friends?' & the other being 'omg stop being so nice to me, your straight!' lol. Plus, I get that everyone deals with stuff in their own way & poor Charlie is probably so used to being mistreated that he might just be repressing the full weight of how his feeling as a copeing mechanism. It was also probably very cathartic to finally tell someone everything that happened between him & Ben (as I'm guessing he kept most if not all of it a secret from his friends & sister).

WE FINALLY MEET NELLIE!!!! And she is as cute as I'd hoped (though for some reason I expected her to be a different colour).

Sorry, Charlie, but Tori's right. Your hair looks exactly the same. Also, love that they kept the gag from the novel about her scaring him with her, always showing up suddenly without warning.

Nice to see that the outfits are on point for our boys so far with the plaid/black jeans (trying to impress someone, I see Charlie) & T-shirt/joggers (also what product is Miss Nelson using coz Nick's tops look soft as hell).

Wait, what season is it supposed to be because it looked really sunny when Charlie was walking to Nick's house (I know he was wearing a coat & hat but Charlie is always cold) but then suddenly it's snowing? Idk when Alice first came up with this story, but as a Brit, I haven't seen proper full on Snow since I was probably around eight years old. But hey, maybe in the Heartstopper universe, global warming doesn't exist.

I don’t care what anyone says, I will never get the fun of a snowball fight. If I go somewhere with a friend & they start throwing stuff at me, I'm leaving! Also, picking it up with your bare hands? One, it's been on the ground 🤢, and two, where are your gloves? Do you not feel the cold? Snow angles do look fun until I think about how my entire behind would be frozen/damp. Sorry if that makes me a "stick in the mud", I don't care 😝.

Damn, that is one photogenic dog & and aww, they already look like a couple. Also, give it up for Nick's freckles, the real star of the show 👏.

Omg, being in the same group as someone you hate must be so hard, but I get why Nick can't really say anything about what Ben did, at least not right now. Also, what is up with that Imogen girl? Mind your damn business.

I think it's good we get to see Elle longing for a bond with other girls that she just can't get from her male friend group. Makes her transition feel more fleshed out (for lack of a better word), you know?

Yay, we finally meet Tara & Darcy & they're exactly how I thought they'd be (except I imagined Darcy with brown hair for some reason). Ooh I didn't know Elle was artistic. I wanna decorate pencil cases now. Tara's pink puffa coat is so cute. What is up with adults dictating how long kids' hair can be? Like who gives a fuck! Also "gal pals" had me 😆.

Oh, thank god, it's just misinformation. For a second, I thought Tao was making shit up just to make Charlie get over his crush. Are kids really like that, though? I can't imagine kissing someone once & having people insist, I'm madly in love with them to this day, like move on already.

Ok, I officially really like the gay teacher, lol.

Love Charlie's sweater & Nick's coats are also very nice. Where are these kids getting their clothes? Coz I'm embarrassed by most of the stuff I wore as a teenager.

The big hoodie moment should be cute, but I just can't help thinking about how skinny Charlie is, which makes me ☹️.

Ok, so I didn't care much for the leaf animation in the first episode, but omg, the little fire crackles when Nick was trying to hold Charlie's hand? Screaming, crying, throwing up!!!!!!! & the hug before he left? Fucking crops watered for life, bitch!

Was digging Elle's outfit, very 70's vibes.

Ah, so their "secret" is out. Also obligatory: 🗣 LET'S GO LESBIANS LET'S GO 🗣

Can't wait for the next episode, but I practically passed out after watching episode 2 (manual labour is hard, kids 😭), so maybe I hallucinated, but did that Imogen girl ask Nick out? I thought she was daiting Ben? Or is that a different girl?

PS. I found out Aled won't be in the show, which I accept & the only reason I haven't talked about Isaac is because he hasn't really done much yet

[akisunlovesnalu]

When the World Revolves Around You <3

By the time the calendar hits day 31, he’ll know her like the back of his hand. (or: Lucy is extremely popular and widely known throughout all of Fiore thanks to her father. So why the hell dosen’t this pink haired jerk have a clue about who she is?)

Happy late Nalu day guys! I love these dorks so much please enjoy my attempt a fluff

Chapter 6:

Lucy inhaled deeply, flourishing in the fresh midday air of the city. She closed her eyes and reveled in the noises around her. The deep rumble of the car engines, the ticking of their turn signals as they impatiently waited for the lights to turn green. The dogs that were barking in the park, their owners throwing sticks or having a picnic pressed close to their loved ones. The sounds of boys on skateboards, high fiving each other and snickering when another bailed. The sound of their wheels turning against concrete met her ears and Lucy sighed.

Today was Saturday.

And she had found Natsu right where she expected him to be. True to his word he was right behind the Heartfilia mansion, a crudely decorated skateboard in hand and a small group of teenage boys surrounding him. It was a wonder the two of them have never bumped paths before given the fact that this was most definitely trespassing.

Lucy shook her head, clearing her mind. What she was about to do now required her absolute focus, there was zero margin for error.

This plan, plan number: I stopped counting, had actually been something suggested by her new friend, Juvia. Of course Levy had been there to mediate, mumbling something about ‘two great evils’ and ‘the end of the world’. But she stopped complaining when they all got sidetracked by the Lunch menu and later deviated into the newest installment on their favorite book. Turns out Juvia was as much of a book nerd as herself.

Anyways, Lucy hadn’t been able to have lunch with Natsu due to the fact that he was a destructive force of nature which could only be appeased by ‘Lunch detention’. So while he earnestly apologized and sulked off to the principal's office, Juvia suggested a way for him to make it up to her.

“There is something Natsu could do to make it up to Lucy.” Juvia offered, shooting Lucy a grin. The blond blinked in confusion but let her friend continue nonetheless. They were allies after all.

Natsu had perked up at this, “What is it!”

“Well,” She put a finger to her chin, pretending to think before answering. “Juvia remembers Lucy saying something about picking up skateboarding to pass the time…?”

Lucy remembers saying no such thing. 

But Levy was sending her an enthusiastic thumbs up and Natsu’s eyes were sparkling as he turned his gaze to her and asked:

“Want me to teach ya!?”

She blinked. “Well-”

“Saturday, behind your place. It’ll be awesome!”

Lucy honestly couldn't refuse when he smiled as brightly as he did. He was practically glowing when she said, “Sure!”

He skipped more than sulked to the principal's office after that.

Now she was here, properly equipped for an afternoon of skateboarding and eager for this plan to succeed. Lucy took a slight jog, waving to Natsu to catch his attention.

“Natsu!”

He looked up after successfully finishing a kickflip, his messy hair falling over his eyes as he did so.

“Heya Luce!” He beamed, shaking his bangs out of his eyes. “How's it…”

The blond came to a stop in front of him as a shocked wide eyed expression melted onto his features. She smirked to herself, taking in his stupefied expression with pride.

He was obviously left speechless by her outfit, just as Lucy had planned. She’d spent hours researching and refining every aspect of her attire just for this moment. Pink knee and arm pads, A black helmet with a cute pink bow adorning the side, simple black leggings and a t-shirt to better emphasize her gear. Designer pink tennis-shoes to throw it all together.

Yes… Lucy looked absolutely adorable! 

And if the way Natsu was gawking at her implied anything, he thought so too! it was only a matter of time before-

Natsu stifled a laugh, doing his best to cover it up with a cough. He was doing a terrible job though and the mirth dancing in his eyes managed to sneak through his facade.

“What? What’s so funny?” Lucy pouted, throwing her hands on her hips.

His cheeks were red from how hard he was trying not to laugh. “W-what’s up with the getup.” He said, and Lucy realized as he gestured towards her outfit that was laughing at her protective gear.

“You can never be too careful!” She reasoned, face warming with embarrassment. “Statistics show that 2 out of 3 fatal skateboarding incidents are caused due to lack of protective wear. Helmets, elbow pads, and knee pads were invented specifically to keep people like yousafe.”

Natsu lazily scratched at his head as she finished her rant, huffing a breath through his nose. “Yeah but you look cooler without them. Helmets are lame.”

“Helmets are safe. ” Lucy concluded, pulling another helmet from behind her. Its hard black exterior was decorated by an assortment of bright red rubber spikes…

“Here, I brought one for you too. It has spikes!” She grinned and wiggled the helmet around as if it was a piece of rare candy. 

Natsu balked, taking a wide step backwards. “You want me to wear that!?”

“Yes…?” The girl blinked, cluelessly tilting her head as she spoke. “What’s wrong?”

Natsu scoffed. “What’s not wrong with it? It’s so…” He trailed off the moment Lucy’s face fell.

“You don't like it…” It was a statement, not a question. 

Lucy felt her excitement dim as she gripped onto the helmet a bit tighter. Today was supposed to be fun but it seems she’s already ruined it before they could even start. This plan of hers only had one fluke and as it turns out that fluke was her . Maybe she should’ve just-

Natsu clicked his teeth, growling in frustration, and snatched the helmet out of her hands. “F-fine. I guess the spikes are pretty cool.”

Lucy beamed immediately, any trace of sadness wiped clean off of her face. “Right!?”

Natsu’s mouth twitched into a small smile. “Yeah. Now let's get started!”

He slammed the helmet on his head, adjusting the straps around his chin and successfully covering up his exotic pink hair. Lucy thought that it was a shame to hide such an eye-catching feature, but necessary all the same. She also wondered what conditioner he used to get it to look so silky… but that was a question for another time.

“Alright coach, what should I do first?” She caught his eye and he held his chin in thought.

“I think you should get on the board.” He decided, sliding his skateboard over to her with a push of his foot. Lucy bent down and scrambled to stop it rolling with her hands.

Natsu watched her struggle with amusement. “Do ya need easier instructions, Princess?”

“Of course not!” The blond snapped, finally gripping the board and holding it down as if it were a feral cat getting its first shots and the vet.

She grit her teeth, setting a wobbly leg on top of the board and refusing to let her supporting leg lose its balance. She had studied all night for this moment; Scouring the internet for beginners skateboarding videos so that she knew exactly what to do and when. Sure Lucy was more of a hands-on learner but simply standing on a skateboard couldn't be that hard.

…Right?

Wrong.

As soon as she released her foot on the ground, the board began rolling forward, and Lucy felt her entire body being pulled backwards by gravity. She shrieked, squeezing her eyes shut and preparing herself for the worst that never came.

Natsu was at her side in an instant, one hand circling her waist and another cradling her head to take the brunt of the fall. She felt her breath leave her as she landed in his arms with a grunt, her eyes forcing themselves open at the feeling of warmth coursing through his fingers and spreading along her back.

“S-sorry…” She muttered breathlessly, afraid to speak any higher than a whisper while his olive green eyes scanned her face. They flickered back and forth, darting around like a 3D printer desperate to memorize the formula of her distinct features. His eyebrows were scrunched, a look of confusion glazing over his normally nonchalant expression as she licked her suddenly dry lips.

“I guess the instructions were too hard…” She tried to joke.

And he cracked a smile at that. 

The boy shook his head, pulling them both out of their moment and into a standing position. 

“Noted.” He chuckled, dusting off his jeans. “Why don’t we try that again?” 

He went to grab the board and placed it firmly by her feet.

Lucy shook herself out of her stupor, deciding to ignore whatever that was and instead put her soul focus on the task in front of her. She bawled her fists and eagerly nodded her head at the instructions Natsu was barking at her.

“Try to find your center and balance.” He explained. She made a noise of agreement, mentally logging that into her head.

 “It helps when you bend your knees instead of standing as stiff as you just were. Remember to keep a low and relaxed stance. And…” 

She paused as he faltered, shooting him a puzzled look.

He turned away from her, a small blush coating his cheeks as he held out his palm expectantly. “Hold onto my hand this time. I won't let you fall.”

“Oh.” Lucy’s eyes widened, flicking between his palm and her own hand. It wasn’t that big of a deal, she knew that. Natsu was just trying to be a good coach and make sure she didn’t hurt herself. It was the decent thing to do.

But it was also… oddly sweet. At least for him. Lucy found that she liked this shy side of Natsu. Even if the loudmouthed, serious-lack-of-filter side of him was just as enjoyable, she felt it in her chest that this squirmish, caring side was rare. And she’d been lucky enough to experience it not once, but twice .

The thought caused a wide grin to stretch across her cheeks, her eyes squinting due to the sheer giddiness spreading throughout her body.

She carefully placed her hand in his, grinning even harder when he finally turned to meet her eye.

“My hero.”

____________________

Lucy takes it back.

Natsu was not a hero. In fact, if she had to compare him to anything he’d be the evil bloodthirsty dragon holding her -the princess- hostage. When she’d told him as much he fell into a cackling fit even though it wasn’t the least bit funny.

Not even in the slightest.

“Oh c’mon Luce!” The boy whined, poking her puffed cheek with an irritating finger. “I said I was sorry!”

Lucy stubbornly ignored him, sharply turning her head and flicking her hair into his face. He sputtered and spat at the blond locks that managed to slip into his mouth. 

She fought back a smug grin. Now that was funny.

“Ok, you got your payback!” He sulked, using his unoccupied hand to swat the rest of her hair away from his mouth. With a sigh he forced her to look at him and said, “Can you please just take the ice-cream already?”

Lucy hummed and tapped her chin in thought, reveling at the annoyed huff he shot her way.

The ice cream was a peace offering. An apology for pushing her down a hill whilst she attempted to stand still on the skateboard. Thankfully the hill wasn’t huge , and in the end she had been fine and even learned how to control the steering on that thing . But it had still been a terrifying experience. Lucy thought she was going to die! And all Natsu had done was cackle and point at her distress! 

Apparently no matter how kind he pretended to be, the boy was a jar full of mischief. He simply couldn't resist teasing Lucy and her ‘funny looking face’. Skateboarding was supposed to be fun, not serious and lame. At least, that was his reasoning.

She found his reasoning to be stupid and intended to hold onto this grudge for as long as she could.

But… while Lucy thoroughly enjoyed teasing her pink-haired friend, she was struggling to keep up the act. Truthfully, she had never shared ice cream with a friend before… and no one has ever bought her a cone. 

At least not since she was much younger and the Heartfilia mansion felt more like home…

So passing up an opportunity like this was not on her to do list. Plus, he had somehow unknowingly bought her favorite flavor. Her mouth watered, watching the cookie chunks tantalizingly glisten atop the frozen white cream. She licked her lips, already tasting the sweet delicate texture of the cookies and cream…

With newly found resolve, Lucy greedily took the cone out of Natsu’s hand, holding it to her lips and taking a slow lick at the sugary treat. It tasted amazing, even if it had steadily begun to melt onto her fingers.

The sun was slowly making its rounds across the sky and the two found themselves in a nice quiet neighborhood. It was almost empty, save for the few people walking in and out of the tiny family-owned shops. Natsu’s board was positioned against the stairs of the fountain that she sat on, their two helmets huddled together on the ground beside it.

Natsu grumbled grievances under his breath, sitting down next to her and leaning back against his hands. His cheek squished against his shoulder as he turned to watch her, playfully narrowing his eyes.

“That wasn’t cheap, y’know.”

Lucy hummed, uninterested and clearly not listening.

“Should’ve made you get it.” He continued to himself, mourning the loss of his own cone which he had eagerly consumed moments before. “You’re the rich one. You probably wipe your ass with money for fun…”

“That’s unsanitary Natsu.” She smacked her lips.

He huffed. “Whatever.”

The sound of the fountain continuously shuffling in and out water filled the silence in the air while Lucy finished off her cone. It was a comfortable silence and she found herself sighing in content.

Natsu followed suit. The sky’s rosy orange hue lit his face perfectly.

Lucy thought that even though her plan to woo Natsu with her non-existent skateboarding skills had failed, she didn’t regret their time spent together. Today was fun. Probably the most fun Lucy has had in a very long time. 

Plus, she still had 23 more days to shove fun facts down Natsu’s throat. For the first time ever she felt like she didn’t have to rush it. The longer she took to fulfill her promise, the more time she could spend with him. And she wanted that more than anything…

A breeze swept past her, tickling the bangs that stuck to her forehead with sweat. She brushed them back in place, dejectedly looking up at the warm, painted sky.

“I should probably start heading back.” She moped, hating the sun for running its cycle and forcing her good day to end. Natsu raised a curious brow.

“You got a curfew?” He asked.

Lucy scoffed bitterly. “Something like that…”

He hummed at this, somehow understanding her predicament without having been told anything.

“I used to have a curfew too.” He confessed, a playful grin crossing his lips. “You wanna know how I got rid of it?”

Lucy knew it was late, she understood that she had to get home soon or else she’d be in big trouble. Realistically she knew she had to say ‘No!’ and start heading back home…

But she just didn’t want the day to end. 

Even as the peach-colored sunset had begun to gradually dim, She nodded, allowing curiosity to get the best of her.

“Well first of all, my curfew was at 8pm!” He threw his hands up, exasperated. “Do you know how lame I looked being the first kid to leave while we were hanging out? I begged and whined at my old man for hours but he just wouldn’t let up. My uncle always complains about us Dragneels being stubborn creatures… I guess he wasn’t too far off. “

Lucy was quick to agree. If Natsu’s behavior was any example of Dragneel stubbornness, she couldn’t imagine interacting with his father! She wondered what his father looked like while Natsu animatedly continued his story.

“After a few days of begging I got annoyed and decided to just ditch it anyways. The first time I came home past curfew, Igneel was seething . The guy grounded me for weeks and caught me every single time I tried to sneak out. That is until I came up with a plan to distract him while I snuck past.”

He smiled at the memory.

“I threw all of his underwear into a controlled fire.”

Lucy choked, with eyes practically bugging out of her head. “You what!?”

“Yeah he wasn’t too happy about that.” He sheepishly ruffled his messy hair. “After that he realized how serious I was and figured that at age 16 I should be allowed more independence. Eventually we came to an agreement. I keep flammable substances out of his room, and I can come home any reasonable time that I want!”

Natsu’s grin was wide as he jumped up, clenching his fist determinedly. “Do something like that and I'm sure your pops will let you out soon enough!”

“Something tells me that wont work on my father…” Lucy awkwardly confessed. “But it’s a nice thought.” She giggled, trying to picture an emotion on her fathers face that didn’t resemble some form of seriousness, brooding, or anger.

“Only one way to find out!” He joked, offering his hand to help her stand. Lucy graciously took it, flashing him a quick smile.

“I don’t think todays the day to find out. Maybe another time.”

The two placed their helmets on their heads as Lucy eyed the small hill in front of them. She had no clue where they were, but the Heartfilia mansion stuck out like a sore thumb, towering above the rest of the town. It wouldn’t take them too long to get her home, especially on the skateboard. She’d be back just in time for dinner!

“Alright,” Natsu did a quick flip on his board, totally showing off as he rode circles around her. “Hop on. Let’s get ya home.”

He smirked at her pout and Lucy found herself instinctively shoving him away. Unfortunately, while still on the board and caught off guard, Natsu began rolling down the hill. The girl couldn’t help but bark out a laugh as she watched him flail his arms around and squawk like a bird.

“Wha- Lucy! What’s so funny huh!?- shit! ”

She laughed even harder when he successfully managed to slow the board but sacrificed his balance in turn. He tripped with a grunt and landed face first on the street.

“Oh my god,” She gasped for air, pointing at him to emphasize her point. “There's no way that actually happened!” 

Her side hurt from laughing so much. She felt so free in this moment with a grumpy Natsu blinking up at her, face completely fine and uninjured despite his rough tumble. Looks like the helmet had come in handy after all.

Natsu grinned up at her when her laughing fit took her to the floor, his eyes squinting and soaking up every minute of her unrelenting howls.

“Cut it out, it’s not that funny!” He snickered, immediately tossing his grumpiness in favor of completing her chorus of laughter with some of his own.

And Lucy thought that this was a perfect ending to a perfect day.

CH 1 - CH 2 - CH 3 - Ch 4 - CH 5 - CH 6 -

Also posted on AO3 and Fanfiction.net!

[gamerkats]

Beiges, browns, and blacks; exactly what she imagined when she’d loomed the street walk below. Sure, there was the odd accent of reds, or fleck of whites, the decorative splashing of art and ferns, but it was as basic a power play as ever. Granite, marbles, exposed steel beams in places for a show of strength, and being in touch with one’s blue-collar roots. Not that the hands that opened the double doors—with their elongated golden handles, and monogrammed etchings—had ever done a blue-collar’s work in a forebear’s age.

She was stories high now, with many NDAs to keep the tales to herself. An elevator had brought her to this towering floor, but it was the love of law that raised her. Pressing her hand upon her knee held her anxious foot still from tapping. This wasn’t the place to show any weakness. Any tell. Especially not before the king, himself, who read voraciously over the papers she’d given.

At first, it was a passing glance upon the long-dried ink. He’d thought she’d been playing. A child. Someone young and naïve enough to climb a jungle gym where giants swung the vines, and venom rivered slides. A few pleasant passive remarks, a practiced playboy’s laugh. He was content to push her swing; allowing her to go as high as she’d like with her initial presentation.

But now, he was gravely quiet.

Only the faintest of blue flicks, from a serious gaze, that she caught with a ghost of a smirk. It was no longer fun. No longer a game. Yes, she’d come to this meeting in a messy bun, large glasses, over a simple grey t-shirt and jeans. Not at all what the three-piece before her expected to see walking through his door. Her degree was from community colleges and state schools. Her practice was nonexistent, with a GPA and accolades worthy of a fridge. She was a nothing. A nobody.

But right now—in a room that was large enough for a single family, amid more money than the average person could fathom—she was everything.

Clearing his throat, he eased back within a leather chair slightly too big for him. “How did you get this information?”

“I’m not at liberty to reveal my sources.” She forced herself to keep from crossing her arms; presenting as confident and placid.

Another moment slid by as he eyed her careful. Oh, how he wanted to tear her apart. Each and every speck of her skin felt the chill of his ire. “What is it you want?”

Not the second question she was expecting, but it was on her practiced list. “Justice,” her answer was as cool as the ice that clicked within his octagonal introductory glass.

“This isn’t justice,” he bit like a cornered dog, “this is black mail.”

“No,” she shook her head, “this is a subpoena. Criminals use black mail—I’d think you were familiar with that, judging by your activities. I’m taking you, and all those you work with, to court. I wanted it to come from me directly; I’m slapping you with a legal gauntlet, as it were. And since you hold the most money and influence among your peers, I’m giving you a chance to warn them I'm coming.”

“This will never hold up,” he stated, leaning forward upon the polished, old wood of his large desk. It felt like the cement holding back a dam, and she but a simple town below. Too stupid to move, too knowledgeable to stay. “This will never see the inside of a court room. I’ll bury you under so much litigation, you’ll suffocate.”

“You really don’t understand the law, do you?” She stood now; it was the only way to keep from shaking under his iced wind. “You, and your colleagues, are not only working as an illegal corporation, but you’re also criminals feeding a system whose only function is recidivism. It’s time you paid for your crimes and true justice protects the streets.”

“You’re going to hear from every top law agency in the world,” he warned, “you should rethink this. You’re obviously smart, and more tenacious than you appear. You know what will happen if you proceed. People are going to get hurt. Innocent people.”

“Are they?” she almost laughed. If he was any more predictable, he’d be a clock. “Tell me, has crime gone up or down since—” Shaking her head a little, she spoke over her shoulder as she began to leave the room. Already she’d stayed too long, and didn’t want to be accused of badgering. “Never mind. You have the papers. When next we meet, it will be before a judge. You can tell them your worries, and how you think you should remain hidden and in operation. Thank you for your time; I know you’re a busy man.”

“You’re making a mistake,” he whipped upon her back, and she felt the sting of its weight in a small shudder, “Neither myself, nor those on this list, are criminals.”

The door was heavier than she remembered when first she’d entered the beast’s den. Yet, it gave way to her as all her future opponents would. “Yes, you are,” she gave him a gaze that turned him instantly to stone, “Vigilantism is a crime. And it’s high time that you, and your super colleagues, learned what due process and legal rights truly are. I’ll see you in court, Mr. Wayne. No litigation hail storm you send will stop that from happening. But if it makes you feel better, you can decide which costume you’ll wear.”

[bird-of-eternia]

A floppy haired blonde boy chuckled as he hoisted himself out of the freezing water and on the giant wooden door.

"I told you there was room." Like a wet dog he shook his head, water spraying across the girls face. She scooted to the side of the floating door, their only source of refuge from the dark icy water below. She sat, knit her brows together and tried to speak.

"Shhhh, it's okay. We're together again."

The boy, who she recognized now as young Leonardo DiCaprio, scooted closer to her. How big was this door exactly? Why did he have tentacles for legs?

It didn't matter, this was young Leonardo DiCaprio, nay, this was Jack Dawson.

The door seemed to grow under them, now the size of a small sail boat.

"Jack, will we ever be saved?" She asked, her voice no more than a whisper.

Jack Dawson looked at her with his steel blue eyes from underneath his golden tendrils of hair. When did his hair grow to touch his shoulders?

There was no time for questions, pirates could be seen in the distance and this half-man half-tentacled creature that was Jack Dawson had a plan.

"Quickly, before they reach us!" He smashed his cold lips up on hers. It was a cold and impressively wet kiss. Not all together unpleasant but not the most inviting either. His hands drifted to her chest. Jack sighed happily as he fumbled with her breasts. She imagined it was how the dough felt when it was being kneaded into bread.

His tentacle legs slithered around her legs pushing them up and open. Her frilly victorian nightgown falling around her hips.

She felt heat radiate between her thighs, excited. A single writhing tentacle wriggled between her legs.

*Beep beep beep beep*

Eyes still shut tight, Perry slapped the bed in search of the solid rectangle emitting the ghastly alarm. The phone was nearly halfway across the bed crumpled inside her blanket. Squinting, Perry dismissed the alarm.

"Okay okay...you can do this." The words of self encouragement, though well meaning, hung empty in the quiet room. About twenty minutes later Perry hauled herself from bed. Another thirty minutes passed and she stood leaning across her kitchen counter flicking through Instagram reels.

A person doing a tour of their insanely decorated home was holding an old 90's themed picture frame. "I don't know what I'll put in this.....maybe a picture of young Leonardo DiCaprio....a lesbians dream girl "

Perry chuckled. She gave the video a heart before scrolling through other reels. Something about foraging mushrooms, a funny cat video, a girl getting ready with sponsored makeup brands, a hot lumberjack lady cutting wood, a skinny boy in an oversized T-shirt and Bass Pro Shops hat playing a guitar.

Perry clunked the phone down, took a sip of her room temperature coffee, and rubbed her face. It was time for work.

She didn't dislike her job, it was just, work you know? Who actually likes doing the same exact thing over and over and over and over and over and.....you get it.

But at least she could think of young Leonardo DiCaprio and his Jack Dawson octo-boy look alike and chuckle to herself.

[carlpalmer]

tagged by @wanderinstar thank you so much camila!! 💖

What book are you currently reading? i WAS reading the young bucks book. im a real intellectual

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this past year? the one piece movie and i don't even go there. never seen a single episode. my friend invited me to go with her lol last movie i watched that i actually picked was everything everywhere all at once

What do you usually wear? just the basics lmao i either go pastel rainbow or black. i mostly wear pants and a t-shirt, jacket etc if i go out. i need to overcome my embarrassment of wearing shorts and other stuff outside

How tall are you? 1.60 m

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? cancer. i share a birthday with soccer player zinedine zidane whom you may remember as the guy who headbutted another player at the 2006 world cup and brazilian actress dercy gonçalves, a deceased old woman who cursed 838 times per second. only normal people <3

Do you go by your name or nickname? i go by my first name

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? i wanted to be an artist, more specifically a painter, or a performer of any kind (singer, drummer, actress) so no

Are you in a relationship? If not who is your crush if you have one? no and i only have celeb crushes 😔 never beating the simp allegations

What’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at? good at languages, bad at ALL sports. name a sport. i will suck at it

Dogs or cats? cats

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this past year? haven't done anything this past year other than doodling and drawing my cat who died but i didn't like the outcome lmao i will try again sometime. i did make some exercises and games for my job that were kinda creative and kids liked tho

What is something you would like to create content for? much like camila i wanted to get back into making gifs of my fave bands and drawing and probably learning how to play the flute too. god give me some discipline this year please!!!

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? uh oh.. my fave bands (rush, genesis, the offspring etc) and finding new music, as always, wrestling (aew) and the tv show our flag means death (still 💀)

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this past year? new years eve!! it's my favorite holiday but after midnight we had a "fight" and it kinda ruined the mood. i wanted to go out to see the christmas decorations but whenever i went out, it rained. i also wanted to go to a concert but there were none i was able to afford or was rly interested in. im seeing sj and STEVE HACKETT this year so all is okay now!!!

What’s a hidden talent of yours? i have great memory, esp photographic memory. im the annoying geography nerdy kid who can point at a map and tell you where most countries of the world are (except for some islands maybe). im also very good at organization and making objects fit into cabinets, drawers etc. aaand i can tell every single rush song (and maybe other bands too) within the first 0, 1 seconds

Are you religious? no

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? 1) infinite money so i wouldn't have to work 2) courage, assertiveness, dedication AND energy 3) more concert tickets

tagging @mikerutherford @fullfightmami @shirleywatts @walkintheshadows

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[blockcat17]

Ilenia looks up from her phone, the worn chime on the door ringing weakly as it enters.

The figure is stuffed into a human form like an ill-fitting t-shirt– their skin is a deep brown, lines underneath pulsing occasionally with warm light and appearing less like veins and more like seams. Their hair is a dirty blonde, their irises flowing like molten gold, but what really gives them away is the off-center, weakly sputtering halo hovering above their scalp, so freshly cracked that molten drops of ichor still leak from the fractures, dissolving in the air before they can hit the ground.

The figure pauses in the center of the foyer, seemingly enamored with the fluffy red mat beneath their simplistic shoes. They take a moment to glance around the room, taking in the cheerful posters of dogs and cats and assorted animals, the peeling wallpaper decorated with faded blue flowers, the fan spinning gently overhead going little to banish the humid summer heat.

“Welcome,” Ilenia says after a moment, inwardly smirking at the brief startle of the angel as it seems to remember the human in the room. “What can I do for you today?”

It collects itself for a moment, molten eyes locking onto her own. Ilenia has to divert her gaze after a moment as heat builds within her skull, a slow screaming of wrongness setting her nerves on end. It isn’t anything the angel is doing on purpose, just– ingrained animal instincts are hard to overcome.

“I would like to purchase a feline,” it says after a moment, voice light and almost ringing with purpose. Ilenia has to keep herself from giggling at the mental image– a righteous being sent from heaven to deliver some poor shelter cat from loneliness.

“We’re not a pet store,” Ilenia says. The angel frowns, tilting its head in confusion, and after a moment she relents. “You know what, close enough. Follow me to the back.”

—

The kennel is far better maintained than the front, rows and rows of shining metal cages filled with fluffy blankets on which rest a varied assortment of animals: cats, dogs, rabbits, and more. By some grace it's mostly quiet, the only sounds the snuffling and rasping of sleeping animals– at least, until the angel approaches.

The cat section is near the back, and as it approaches several of the animals stir, opening their eyes with sleepy blinks and then widening in alarm at the approaching figure, slitted pupils shooting wide. When the angel lowers itself to a knee, reaching a tentative arm out to a cage holding a young tabby it fluffs up its tail and arches its back, pressing itself into the back of the cage with an angry hiss that sends the angel flinching back. The surrounding cats are equally alert and upset, tracking the being with angry eyes and hissing at any approach.

After a moment it retreats back, standing with a crestfallen look on its face.

“The felines are unhappy with my presence.”

Ilenia winces. “Yeah, don’t take it that personally. Cats tend to be a lot more sensitive to nonhumans, and most of the ones here probably just haven’t met any angels before.”

It frowns, reaching out once again to the kennels. “Be not afraid,” it mutters.

After another half-minute of hissing and growling, Ilenia tentatively takes a step closer to the distraught figure. “Hey,” she says, “come over here.” She walks a bit further down the hall to where the older animals stay, the ones that unfortunately probably aren’t going to ever get adopted. After a moment of searching she finds who she’s looking for: an old, scraggly black-furred nameless cat who she’s dubbed Lucifer in her mind after he was dropped off at the shelter without any hint of a name. Curled into a tight ball in his cage, he doesn’t stir at either her or the angel’s approach, flank rising softly with each breath in.

Opening the cage door, Ilenia gently scoops the old tomcat out in her arms, ignoring his soft ‘mrrp’ as she sets herself to sit with a lapful of pitch-black fur. He raises his head to give her a baleful look with his one still-good eye, scarred ears twitching atop his head.

The angel is standing a ways back with a longing look at the cat on Ilenia’s lap, and she raises a hand to beckon it over. “C’mon,” she says. “He’s a sweetheart, he won’t hurt you.”

It approaches slowly, cautiously– when it’s only a couple of paces away the cat lazily raises it’s head to fix it with a curious stare, the angel freezing in place with eyes wide. After a moment the cat raises itself with an almost-unnoticeable huff, putting his paws onto the cold tiles and arcing his back high as he stretches, before curiously trotting over to the angel. 

“Be not afraid,” it says again, more confident, bending over and holding a hand out to the old cat, who gives it a sniff before strolling up to the angel and rubbing his side against her ankle. The angel stares at the cat with a look of almost childish wonder, eyes wide in awe.

“Sit down,” Ilenia says, “He loves being on people’s laps.”

It does, the cat quickly taking the opportunity to curl on the angel’s lap, eyes closed in contentment.

“Pet his back.”

A soft, rumbling purr fills the quiet between them. The angel looks as if it’s about to cry.

“I didn’t know that it would be so difficult to make friends down here,” it says, quiet and troubled. “I suppose that is the fault of my own arrogance.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” Ilenia says. “I mean, tons of people have trouble making friends, even with members of their own species. It’s not a you thing.”

The angel quiets, another minute passing with the gentle purring of the cat on its lap. Just as Ilenia is about to ask if it wants to adopt him, it speaks.

“Is it true that black felines serve the Devil?”

Ilenia bursts out laughing. The angel starles, the cat making an annoyed half-waking sound.

“Sorry, sorry,” she chuckles. “No. People love to be superstitious about animal colors– I’m telling you right now, ninety-percent of the time it’s bullshit. They did a study a few years back and found that black cats and tuxedo cats had no more innate magical properties than cats of any other breed or pattern. You do have to watch out for crows, but that’s just because they found out how to trade with the demons for shards of hellfire.”

It nods slowly, hand still running along the cat’s spine. “What is their title?”

Ilenia decides it’s probably not a good idea to mention her temporary name for the guy. “He doesn’t have one.”

The angel looks startled. “What?”

She shrugs. “He got dropped off in the middle of the night– no tags or a collar or anything. So, we don’t know.”

Something passes over the angels’ face, quick as a fleeting shadow. “It is a terrible thing, to not have a name.”

And, what can she really say to that? After a moment of floundering, she decides it's probably just best to change the subject. “Well, if you adopt him, you can give him a name of his own!”

And then she pauses. “Just so you know,” she begins gently. “He’s been here a while, and he’s old. He may not have much longer left.”

The angel’s face briefly scrunches up, eyes dimming. Ilenia braces– for what, she doesn’t know, but after only a moment it’s face relaxes into something like grief.

“I will not be able to guide his passing,” it murmurs, and Ilenia’s heart twinges.

“No, but you can make sure the last few years of his life are comfortable,” she says. “Besides, it’s not like he’ll have a bad afterlife. Death loves animals.”

It nods, and lifts its head to meet Ilenia’s eyes with burning pupils. “I will adopt him.”

Text: An angel comes into the shelter, newly fallen as far as I can tell, looking to adopt a cat. “I thought it would be easier,” it says, as they all hiss and shriek, “making friends.”

[wherethehellisderrymaine]

NOVEMBER WRAP UP

BOOKS: shingeki - vol. 31 al 34 - end daisy jones and the six  tokyo revengers - vol 9 al 29 -- queda el ultimo volumen el año que viene nos sale bien pedir perdon antonieta

MUSIC: i wonder - russell dickerson  box in the heart - the maine those days - nickleback  la culpa - marc segui  hood - trueno y tiago  emotional - ashe i’m a mess - avril lavigne and yngbld session vol 50 - duki santeria - sublime blind - role model  el kuelge caramelos - alan trezz remember summer days - night tempo  again - yui 

EVENTS:

1: anxious, bad mood, tired  ate “too much” and felt guilty 

2: HATE i hate myself bc i am bloated and i look fat i hate not being able to use t-shirts when it is hot bc man comment on my body and i feel weak, scared and disgusting

3: still feel like shit i hate being so emotionally unstable when i feel ugly that i have toxic thoughts and i get all jealous for no reason. i hate thinking that i am not good for my boyfriend i hate thinking getting angry when he mentions his girl friends from work. i hate that place and i hate most of the staff and i hate not being able to stop this feelings. it’s not his nor their fault, but i don’t like them and i don’t like when he tells me about them or goes out with them. i am the fucking worst I JUST HATE MY MESSED UP BRAIN 

lucho had an anxiety episode and i felt useless bc i never know what to do or what to say. he doesn’t need positive comments and he never really tells me what’s going on, so i don’t do anything and i end up feeling even worse for not being supportive.

04: still feel crappy and kinda depressed i feel like i wanna cry but i don’t get to do it. i keep all bottled up i don’t want to talk to anyone, i’m in a very dark and depressive mood and so is everone around me so i don’t let it out. i hate being a burden.

05: anxiety, but less class in the morning coffee before film - met up with lucho -- watched THE MENU went back to la baticueva , hjad lunch and sex (still feel ugly and fat but i’m trying to convince myself that i can be desired even though i’m not skinny) went to el auditorium to watch argentina, 1985, with lucho and my parents. it was lovely, my parents really liked the movie and got to leave the house for a bit. went back home with lucho, drank a wine, had some snacks and burgers from la hamburguesería, i fucking love that place - watched tokio revangers 

07: pain and bloated - still no period tired, fell asleep and we ended up not going to the cinema had sex - i dominated him, i fucking love doing that. i took my time to do what i wanted, slowly to tease him. i could die touching him

08: saw mica in lucho’s neighborhood - she lives nearby with her boyfriend. i was nice bumping into her  did the groceries with lucho and went back home mom and dad are sad and worried for Foni’s situation at usa.  i feel bloated and ugly - i just want to feel pretty and sexy again

09: lucho made me an amazing dinner

10: lovely birthday felt loved, a little tired but i had fun 

11: neck, back and head pain  bloated, fat, anxious, sad  couldn’t buy sabinas’ tickets :(

12: date night at bruder’s with my lovie

13: put up the shelves in lucho’s bedroom last night at the film festival went to see “bones and all”

15: bought lots of plants with lucho lucho decorated the shelves and the baticueva i had a class with vicky and then went to lucho’s - he’d been out with his friends but he also fetched me when i was wailking to his house and gave me lots of hugs. i adore this man with my entire soul

16: lucho bought fairy lights for his house and i’m in LOVE

22 - 27: it’s been a great long weekend but when i went back home, Lili was ill. She has cancer and she’s going to die pretty soon. I don’t feel like writing too much about it. I just want to cry and I don’t want her to suffer. I see her uncomfortable, all bloated up, not wanting to eat. There is not much we can do but wait and lov eher until the end. She isn’t “just a dog”, she is my baby and I don’t want her to leave us. 

28: cena en lo de lucho con Ro y Martin. lo pasamos re lindo. Me caen super bien los dos y les deseo lo mejor en baires 29:me desperte re descompuesta. estoy triste, quiero estar con lucho todo el diay no tener que tomar orales.  eating less and felt pretty but i have to be careful

30: partido de argentina, lo vimos en el cem. ganaron 

[lauraneedstochill]

The Greens headcanons (modern!au)

I was inspired by @phiasaban post. the second I saw these photos I had an idea for the modern au and just wrote it all down in 10 minutes (this has nothing to do with the show! it’s just me looking at the photos, mind you):

Alicent is a single mom. loves to cook (def cooks when she’s nervous or upset), has a record collection, loves to dance when she’s tipsy. can be a strict parent when she’s pissed (or really tired) but overall is a mama bear (to the point of getting into arguments with teachers — “yeah, I think I know what’s best for my kids”). she’s an angry driver, keeps her car super clean. dresses casually (plaid shirts and jeans), but whenever she puts on a dress she looks so smoking hot it makes every man turn around after her. tons of them flirt with her but she mostly looks uninterested. deep inside is afraid to get her heart broken again. makes friends with her neighbor Criston (he let her borrow flour a few times). he is totally in love with Alicent and everyone sees it but her. he’s okay with her taking all the time she needs.

Aegon is a fuckboy but a very apologetic one. has no cruel intentions, he just “loves women so much, he can’t help himself”. either writes songs or poetry. has the weirdest captions on instagram. drinks wine 24/7 but manages to look sober when needed. ends up falling in love with one of his closest friends who’s been tolerating him for years, helping him sober up, making him breakfasts, giving cruel reviews of his sappy poems. one day she just casually picks him up in her car, they’re driving in comfortable silence, she asks him how his day went — and it suddenly strikes him that she’s the one. he’ll probably tell her right away (“I think I’m in love with you” — and she sharply presses the brakes). but it will take a couple of weeks for him to fully sober up, convince her to go on a date with him and then to give him a chance. will plant kisses all over her face whenever she’s upset. he loves movie dates, but his sense of humor is questionable.

Aemond is into sports (pick whatever you like, but he doesn’t look like a team player to me lol). very competitive, self-disciplined, doesn’t talk much. girls swoon over him and he ignores them completely. secretly is a nerd, reads a lot (and pretty much anything). falls in love with a girl who challenges him but will also stand by his side in every situation imaginable even if he’s wrong (she won’t shy away from telling him the truth when it’s just the two of them, though). he’s incredibly protective yet very gentle. it’s all about forehead kisses, leaving sweet notes for her, buying flowers for no reason. not a fan of PDA’s but will hold her hand every chance he gets. remembers every single anniversary. they’ll probably adopt a dog. he gives the best hugs and loves when she plays with his hair. they can talk about their favorite books for hours and she loves being the only one who gets to see that side of him.

Helaena is into astrology and tarot cards. has a cat (or three) and probably a little pet snake. talks to animals (I also think she’ll be vegan but don’t quote me on that). buys a lot of plants (and gives them names), maybe in attempt to compensate for her smoking. some may say she has a resting bitch face, but those ppl clearly never saw her smile, 'cause it lights up her face and she looks absolutely adorable. she’s the first one to steal their mother’s car (Alicent is not surprised and just texts her “no smoking in the car!”). annoyed with her brothers most of the time but god forbid someone dares to hurt them. carries a pocketknife (it looks very pretty, decorated with crystals and stuff), wears long t-shirts. adventurous but it takes time for her to trust people. will fall in love with someone who’s kind (and maybe introverted?). they’ll get matching tattoos (smth very small and simple), go on road trips and music festivals. yes, I can totally imagine her being queer.

➡ next: modern!Aemond Targaryen, college au part 1 — “All yours” part 2 — First time for everything 💌 my masterlist