#what do you mean she painted her pretty little kitty and loved her no matter how many times he fought her when she came close.

[imaginealpha]

Saw gladiator ii last night and it was pretty good but the entire time I was like it could've gone so much harderrrr if you got more creative with the plot!! Which reminds me of my current wip which borrows cultural elements from various ancient societies and makes me want to write that. which is the worst possible decision I could be making right now

[e-munson666]

I kind of imagine billy as a very very dom guy (especially dark billy) with sadistic kinks, here's some head cannons of mine before I start the request lol.

VERY BIG SADIST LIKE WTF 💀💀 I imagine that he'd purposely pinch you at times just to see you flinch and hiss. He is also a bit of a masochist himself, enjoying paint mixed with pleasure (though he doesn't like it when you hurt him with no sexual intent)

He uses nicknames like 'bunny' and 'kitten' or sometimes even 'baby bunny'

Okay now that that's out of the way- here is the actual request- Dark billy x female reader smut (duh) where pretty much he dubcons his childhood friend after finding out she had moved to Hawkins.

As soon as they introduce themselves to eachother again he begins to act, odd? The reader doesn't think much of it though, letting him lead her to his house were he does smutty things lol

Some lines you could use

"Awe.. baby bunny, don't you enjoy it when I pinch you?"

"Kitten.. I know you like it"

Ik it's vauge but I like to give you room to add what you think would fit :) ily, have fun!

This is my first attempt at Billy.

He's out of my realm, but I love this reader so I'm gonna do my best! ❤

18+ dubcon, dark themes, mean!dom!Billy. Let's just say reader is named Kat in lou of y/n

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Last week, Billy Hargrove got the surprise of his life. His childhood friend, his first real crush, had moved to Hawkins. Billy knew it was fate, especially when he laid his eyes on you in the hall, seeing what a beautiful young woman you were growing into.

You were being ogled by a bunch of other guys already, something Billy took notice of, and immediately disapproved of. Especially when one of those guys was Steve fucking Harrington, there's no way he was going to lose out to the former king of Hawkins high.

Billy started following you around school, always showing up when Steve would start talking to you, putting an arm around you and leading you away. "Hey kitty Kat" he would say winking down at you as he walked you in the opposite direction.

"Bbbbiiillllyyyy" you would whine, hating that he brought back his old nickname for you. It made you blush now, it gave you a feeling you weren't used to having for your old friend.

"Awe kitten don't be shy" Billy teased, pinching your cheek and watching you wince. He got a weird kick out seeing you squirm, loving it when he would get a reaction from his pinches or slaps.

They were almost constant, any time you interacted with Billy he was pinching you until you cried, or he'd harshly slap your ass or thigh, chuckling as you whined before him.

*

The rumors started pretty quickly, that Billy Hargrove swooped in and snagged the new girl already, (he may have started that in the locker room) but you didn't know that, not until you chased Steve down after school, wanting to hangout.

"Steve" you called, seeing him stop and turn towards you, a weary smile on his face.

"Hey Kitty" Steve joked, also one to enjoy giving you silly nicknames.

"Steve, do you want to hangout for a bit?" You boldy ask, noticing the confused look that spread across his face.

"Won't Billy be upset?"

"What? Why does it matter what Billy thinks?" You raise your eyebrow at Steve as you spoke.

"Oh uh, he was telling some guys in the locker room that he had locked you down" Steve responded searching your face.

You let out an audible laugh, looking up at Steve, "that is so not whats happening, we've just known each other since we were kids, nothing is going on there I promise" you say, looping your arm into his, smiling up at him.

"Oh, well in that case Kitty, I would love to hangout. Let's go get some food yeah?" Steve asked, giddy with excitement. He placed a kiss to your forehead as he led you to his car.. He was so happy to hear that you were still on the market, because Steve had it bad for you.

*

Billy had watched your little interaction with Steve, and watched as that fucker Harrington kissed your head. Billy knew it was time to step it up a notch, time to put you in your place. Under him, submitting to him, crying for him.......and ONLY him.

Billy decided to wait at your house, your Father not hesitating to let Billy in, excited for the opportunity to catch up with the young man. He told your father he wanted to surprise you, so your dad led him to your bedroom, wishing him luck as he left the house to go to the pub.

*

You had a wonderful time with Steve, getting food from Benny's, sharing a milkshake, and holding hands. He dropped you off at your house, walking you to the front door before saying goodnight. He leaned in for a cheek kiss when you quickly turned your face to crash your lips onto his.

"I'll see you tomorrow at school Stevie, okay?" You coo, twirling a piece of his hair. "Of course Kitty, I'll wait for you by your locker before the first bell" he responds, kissing you once more before retreating to his car. You shut the front door behind you, giddy and smiling from your time with Steve.

You called out for your dad, figuring he was out when you didn't get a response. You made your way to your bedroom, not bothering to check your surroundings as you started to undress. You were down to your bra and skirt, when you felt a presence, felt eyes on you. You quickly glanced up into the large mirror on your closet door.

In the reflection you saw him, Billy, with an angry look on his face, perched on the corner of your bed.

"Hey kitty Kat" Billy chuckles as you spin around, loving the scared look on your face, "surprised to see me?"

He quickly stood from the bed and made his way over to you, still frozen in your place. He wrapped one arm around your waist and harshly pulled you into him, using his other hand to trace up and down the strap of your bra.

"I saw you leave school with Harrington Kitten" "tisk.....now we can't have that" he states, pinching your side so hard you squeal.

"Billy....what.....why are you here?" You manage to get out, trying to shove him away, only to be met with a harsh slap to the face.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, cheek burning and red from his heavy hand. "Oh whats the matter little kitty? You didn't like that?" He teases, snaking his hands to the backs of your thighs, squeezing them tight before lifting you up into his arms, laughing as you struggle to get away.

"Calm down Kitten, stop wiggling around so much, I said STOP" Billy tosses you down on the bed, grabbing your tiny wrists with one large hand and flinging them up over your head.

He kicked your legs apart with his knee, sliding into the space between your thighs. You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes, a large red outline from where Billy slapped you.

"So pretty like this kitten" he says, taking his free hand and cupping your chin. He leaned down to place a harsh kiss to your lips, feeling you once again struggle under him.

"You can squirm all you want little kitty, I can feel how wet you are on my leg"

"Billy, please" you beg, not knowing for what, but you bucking your hips into Billy's leg gave him all the signal he needed.

He went to work un buttoning his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers, before taking the tiny fabric of your panties in his hand and ripping them clean off your body.

You squirmed more when you felt the weight of Billy's tip at your entrance, knowing this was going to hurt.

"Stay still kitten, or this will hurt a lot worse" he laughs, slamming himself inside of you. You let out a loud, pained cry, music to Billy's ears.

"Too big.....too much.....please no Billy" you whine, feeling your body being split in half. You had been with one other guy before, but it was disappointing and you could barely feel him in there. This was different, this was painful, throbbing, you were sure your insides were tearing around him.

Billy just chuckled at you, starting to thrust into your rough and deep. You moaned and whined under him, repeating it was too much as he continued to slam into you.

"Its too much? Hmm baby? Daddys cock too big for his little baby?" He whispered in your ear, grinning at the moans that left your mouth as he fucked you into the mattress.

"Thats right kitten, you like this don't you, like daddy's cock splitting your tiny little body in half?" You moan again, arching your back at his words.

Billy slapped your already red cheek, looking at your teary face. "Words kitten, I want to hear you SAY it" he demands, grabbing your throat as he kept up his pace.

"Yes Billy, I like it" you cry out, feeling your orgasm coming close.

Slap. "No no my little slut, that's not what you call me now" slap "say it" he slams into you, deeper than he has gone before.

You let out a pained cry, body starting to shake as your climax came to a peak, "fuck, yes, yes daddy, I love your cock" you whimper, clenching around him as he fucks your through your orgasm.

Sensitive, and sore, you whine as he continues his pace, trying to squirm away as he chased his own release.

"No, little slut, you aren't going anywhere until I'm done with you" Billy says, finally unpinning your wrists with his one hand and taking the other from your throat to grab your hips and keep you still.

By the time Billy filled you up you were a writhing, crying mess below him, crying his name out in both pain and pleasure, and he was eating it up. When he finally pulled out, he looked over at you as he dressed himself, knowing he did enough to abuse your body to the point of exhaustion.

He left the room long enough to grab a towel to clean you up with, placing little kisses all over you as he helped get some pj's on, before getting into bed with you and pulling you into his chest.

You hummed as Billy stroked your hair, eyes drooping, waiting for sleep. "I meant it you know" he said as you dosed off, "you're all mine now babygirl" he laughed as he watched you attempt to lift your head up at him, before sleep completely took over.

Now Billy just has to deal with that fucking Harrington kid, and he'll have you all to himself.

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[a-supernatural-writer]

Candle in the Wind Pt.4

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Word Count: 3,475

Warnings: swearing, somewhat sexual language?

Michael Emerson x gender neutral reader

“Michael!” You laughed with a smile as you tried your best to keep your focus on the road. Your hands gripped the wheel of the Volkswagen van that was now officially yours.

You bit your lip, suppressing another giggle as Michael wrapped an arm around your waist while his other arm was slung around your car seat, pulling himself closer to you as he kept kissing the crook of your neck. He did not stop no matter how many times you begged him to.

Michael chuckled, not stopping his onslaught of affection. He had been very clingy ever since you left Phoenix. Michael decided that he would drive with you in your van as you followed Lucy all the way to Santa Carla. He didn’t want you to be alone as you drove such a far distance.

“Could you two be any more gross?” Michelle asked from the backseat, leaning up against the door with the window down. Michelle smirked as her twin looked back at her with a small glare.

Michelle, as per usual, had her long flowing brown curly hair down, she sported her white tank top that she tucked into her slate gray denim jean skirt that was reinforced with a black belt, she paired it with opaque black stockings and beat up converse.

“You’re just jealous.” Michael fired back. Focusing his attention on bantering with his sister.

Michelle scoffed, petting Angel who sat in her lap for the entire ride, “Jealous? Me? Fat chance.” Michelle looked away from her brother, focusing on the world passing by her, not wanting to talk about it more.

Michael’s smug smirk fell watching his twin. He didn’t really mean what he said. Nor did he ever when they fired back and forth about dating. His sister had to hide her sexuality back home. He didn’t have it as easy as her. Hopefully in their new home that would change.

Michel turned back to the front and reached over to start up your radio, “Think mom will let us have the same room?” Michael asked with a smile, though you already knew the answer to that.

With a smile, for a brief moment you turned your gaze away from the road to give Michael a quick kiss, “Do you really need to ask that?”

Michelle softly smiled at you two. She may tease the both of you to no end but she’s happy that Michael found you. She knew her twin, they had a bond and she knew just how important you are to Michael. How perfect the two of you were together.

She watched as they approached the sign for Santa Carla, notifying them of their arrival in their new home. As they passed she turned her head, following the sign. Michelle’s brow furrowed as the words “Murder Capitol of the World” was spray painted in red on the back of the town sign.

That isn’t concerning at all.

“How strange.” You commented, walking along the Boardwalk with Michelle. You all decided to stop and search around the stores that were open to not only find Lucy a job, but also to find Michael one and, you and Michelle.

“Strange? Isn’t that technically good in our books?” Michelle commented, smiling at the people around them. She was loving this. Everyone seemed so unique and different.

You hummed in agreement, “Not wrong. Think we’ll find a space?” You shift Angel in your arms, the cat was looking around, eyes wide with the new surroundings.

Michelle shrugged, “Hopefully. There were some empty stores up for sale. We can take some numbers down tomorrow and make some calls.”

“Sounds good to me.” You said. You smiled as some little kids that were passing by with their parents pointed up at Angel, asking their parents if they could ‘pet the pretty kitty’. You and Michelle giggled as the two of you made your way back to the others.

“Is there any jobs around here?” Michael asked a lone man, hoping to find at least some kind of work.

The man shook his head, “Nothing legal.” He said, much to Michael’s disappointment. Mihael walked away and took a seat on his bike that he unhooked from your van.

“Nothing huh?” Michelle asked, walking up to her mother’s van, unhooking a similar looking bike to Michael’s.

Michael shook his head, “No.” He stared up at you as you came to stand next to him. He needed to find something quick. For your sake and his mothers.

You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “You’ll find something. Michelle and I are coming back in the morning to find a place. I’m sure something will pop up.”

Michel smiled at your words. You always try to make things positive, “Thanks, y/n. I’m gonna follow you and mom the rest of the way.” Michael revs up his bike, watching his sister do the same, “Riding too, Elle?” Michael called his sister by her nickname.

Michelle gave a thumbs up, “You got it, Mikey.” She said Michael’s own nickname.

“Finally, some peace and quiet in my van.” You joked with a smile.

“Hey!” Both Michel and Michelle said in unison, offended. You laughed as you dodged Michael’s hands trying to pull you close and walked back to your van. You loved teasing those two.

Angel meowed as she propped herself on your lap, looking out the window as you drove up a hill that was a fair distance away from town. The dirt from the road kicked up pebbles and dust clouds as you followed Lucy and Sam, Michael and Michelle riding their bikes side-by-side together as they drove behind you.

You quickly petted her before slowly bringing your van to a halt as you approached a house, more like a cabin, on top of the hill. You parked behind Lucy, taking your keys out of the ignition and taking in the entire property. Had carved wooden statues were everywhere, an abandoned camper collecting rust, animal bones hanging from the trees and just in general, hunting gear was everywhere.

You stepped out of your van, holding onto Angel as Michael and Michelle stepped off their bikes. “He adds more and more every time we come here.” You speak your thoughts as Michael wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

Sam and Lucy get out of their car as well, Nanook not far behind Sam. Everyone was taking in the scenery around them. After all, they only ever saw this place once every summer.

Your eyes widened as you saw who you only guessed was Grandpa, passed out on the front porch. You knew he was old but not that old.

All of you walked closer to the seemingly unconscious man, Lucy being the only one to actually go up to him and kneel by him, “Dad? Dad?” Lucy said softly, hoping that nothing serious happened to him.

“Looks like he’s dead.” Michael commented. Angel meowed as if to agree with Michael.

Lucy just smiled, patting grandpa’s chest, “No, he’s just a deep sleeper.” You blinked. You hoped that was the case.

“If he’s dead, can we go back to Phoenix?” Sam asked which resulted in Michelle wacking him lightly in the back of the head and Lucy giving him a look.

Grandpa smiled, lifting his head up to stare at the four of you, “Playing dead and from what I heard doing a damn good job of it too.” He chuckled.

Lucy rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless at him, “Oh, Dad!” The two pulled each other in for a hug.

The four of you exchanged a look with each other. You all forgot just how eccentric Grandpa was. Not only was he an old and powerful witch, but he was a crazy one at that.

The four of you each carried a small bit of your belongings into the house. You set Angel down prior, letting her follow you or Michael. Inside Grandpa’s house was almost a reflection of what outside of it was. Though you were a little creeped out with all the taxidermy animals on the walls and almost every surface.

“This is a pretty cool place.” Michael said as he carried in his bag and his weights that had a few of his jackets hanging on it. Michael was a fitness freak. Always working on his muscles and keeping up with his health. But hey, there were days that you weren’t completely complaining.

Sam carried a box on his head as they all made their way into the kitchen, “Yeah, for the Texas chainsaw massacre.”

You nodded, agreeing with the younger boy. Again, you weren’t the biggest fan of taxidermy. You just hoped Grandpa didn’t try to decorate yours and Michael’s room with any of it.

“Come on, Sammy. Give mom a break.” Michelle said, setting down a box full of kitchen wear on the kitchen island.

“What’s wrong with this picture? There’s no TV.” Sam said, placing his stuff on a wooden cutting table while you and Michael set some of your things on the back porch.

“Have you seen a TV?” Sam asked again.

You folded your arms after setting down your things and leaned against the door frame. You shared an amused glace with Michelle and watched as Sam rambled.

“I haven’t seen a TV guys. You know what it means when there’s no TV? No MTV.” Sam concluded, being highly disappointed at not having his go to means of entertainment.

Michael started lighting his weights and gave his brother a smile, “Sammy, we’re flat broke.”

Leaving the conversation at that, the four of you continued to bring your belongings in, and each of you finally headed upstairs to check out your rooms. Michelle had her own room seeing as you and Michael would be sharing one. You and Michael already chose your shared room leaving Michelle and Sam to fight over the two available ones.

You set down a few of your belongings in your new room with Michael. The bed was big enough for the both of you, having blankets and pillows already set up for you both, the walls were bare and they only had basic furniture plus an empty closet.

“Y/n.” Michael said behind you, closing the door to your room so the two of you would have privacy.

“Hmm?” You turned around and yelped when Michael picked you up, holding you up by your thighs against him. You matched his smile as he walked over to the bed. “Michael?”

Michael only answered by pressing your lips together as he laid you down on the bed, kneeling above you, keeping one hand on your thigh as the other rested on your waist.

“Michael, not that I don’t want to kiss you, but we still have to bring stuff in.” You reminded him. Not to mention everyone would be wondering where you and Michael went.

“We got mostly everything in. I got all my stuff and you only have a few boxes left. They won’t miss us for five minutes.” Michael smiled down at you, rubbing his thumb softly into your waist.

You playfully glared at him, “You cheeky boy. You just can’t wait can you?”

Michael shrugged, “Nope. I thought you knew I had very little patience.”

You laughed, “Well, that and you,” You wrapped your legs around his waist, hating but loving how easily he was pulling you in, “Are incredibly horny at the best and worst of times.” You whispered the last part out, biting your lip as Michael blushed at the truth of your words.

“That’s because I’m dating you.” His hand from your waist moved upward, his fingers gently brushing over your cheek. His eyes became soft. Oh, how he made you feel so loved under just his gaze.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, playing with the ends of his curls, “You too good at convincing me Michael.” You smiled into the kiss Michael placed upon your lips. God, you could never resist him.

Sam mumbled lyrics to a song under his breath as he set out his comic book collection, organizing each and every one of them into separate piles on his bed.

“Oh, no, no, no. This is my room.” Michelle chuckled out, setting down a box of her things at the entrance of the room.

Sam looked back at his sister as she walked towards him, “No, I was here first Michelle.”

“I don’t think so, bud. The other room is right next to Michael’s and Y/n. And I do not want to hear that in the middle of the night. Plus, I think being the oldest has to count for something.” Michelle attempted to grab some of Sam’s comics but he stopped her before she could get the chance.

Sam held onto Michelle’s arms, “Hey, my way or the highway, bud.” He stuck his tongue out at his sister. He lightly pushed her away and went back to his comics.

Michelle held her hand out, “I’ll flip you for it.” She smiled, hoping Sam would take the offer.

Sam sighed, “Okay.” He dropped his comics back onto his bed, reaching into his pocket for a spare coin.

Michelle grinned and suddenly grabbed Sam by the waist, flipping him over her shoulder. She was thankful at that moment for Michael making it a point for her to actually get into lifting weights like him.

“Ow!” Michelle shrieked. Sam bit Michelle in the back of the leg. Falling to the ground, Michelle dropped Sam and took the chance to sprint out of the room.

Glaring at her younger brother, she sprinted right after him, “Sammy!”

“Michael! Y/n!” Sam yelled out, running to the two’s shared bedroom, not bothering to knock and instead busting the door wide open. Which was a big mistake on his part.

You and Michael stared wide eyed at Sam, interrupting the two of you in what Sam would describe as you both ‘eating each other's faces off’. “Sammy!” You and Michael exclaimed, glaring at him.

Sam’s eyes widened as you and Michael scurried from your position on the bed to chase after the boy. Sam couldn’t help but smile and laugh to himself as he ran away from not only his sister, but from you and his brother for interrupting the two of you.

“Sam!” The three of you yelled out as you chased him, a smile coming to your faces too.

Sam ran down the stairs laughing as Lucy came walking in with some of her clothing, “Mom, you got to help me.”

“Soon.” Lucy said with a smile as Sam ran past her with the three of you following close behind. Michael and Michelle jumped over the railing to avoid the last few steps while you ran down them.

“Hey guys, no running in the house.” Lucy’s words flew over all of your heads, jumping over pieces of furniture to get ahold of Sam.

To avoid you guys further, Sam opened up the sliding doors to a new room in the house. But the contents that were inside once Sam opened the doors fully, made all of you stop dead at the entrance.

Tables were filled with animal body parts, bones, taxidermy equipment everywhere. All of you stared at everything within the room. “Holy shit.” You whispered out from beside Michael, leaning into him a little bit. Thank god Angel was up in your room, you didn’t want her near any of this stuff.

“Talk about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” Michael joked, repeating what Sam said earlier.

Sam and Michelle chuckled at his joke, Michael smirking to himself as you snorted. He couldn’t hit the nail on the head harder.

“Rules!” Grandpa exclaimed.

All of you turned your heads to Grandpa standing off to the side with a box in his hands, “We got some rules around here.”

“What? No dancing naked in the moonlight?” Michelle joked.

“No spell casting past midnight?” Sam joined in.

Michael put an arm around your waist, “No flying around on our brooms at dawn?”

“No potion brewing while guests are over?” You added in, the four of you smiling under Grandpa’s hardened look.

Grandpa shook his head, “Only if you’re not caught.”

Grandpa flipped up a worn out piece of cardboard in the fridge that had “Old Fart” written on it, “Second shelf is mine.” Peanut butter boppers, bottles of root beers and packages of Oreos were hidden on the shelf.

“That’s where I keep my root beers and my double-thick Oreo cookies.” Grandpa explained to the four of you. Sam leaned against the fridge door while you sat down on the counter top with Michael leaning back against you in-between your legs. Michelle leaned on her side against the counter top and looked over for a brief moment, grinning wide when she saw what was growing right outside the kitchen window.

Grandpa closed the fridge door, “Nobody touches the second shelf but me. I mean it. Don’t want to accidentally hex you kids.”

You blinked and whispered in Michael’s ear, “You’re Gramps doesn’t play around.” Michael chuckled.

Michelle snapped her fingers, getting yours, Michael's and Sam’s attention as Grandpa walked away. She pointed to the plant that was growing right outside the window and brought her fingers to her lips, imitating the action of smoking a blunt.

“Now, there’s another rule around here, and I want you to pay close attention.” Though none of you really were.

All of you giggled under your breath at Michelle. Michael hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you up and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning into his back as he followed Grandpa.

“Don’t touch anything. Everything is exactly where I want it to be.” Grandpa said as Michelle and Sam started picking at each other, pinching each other’s skin and lightly hitting each other. You shook your head fondly at the two, also knowing that if Michael wasn’t carrying you, he’d be doing the same.

“Hey, Grandpa. Is it true that Santa Carla is the Murder Capitol of the World?” Michael asked, bringing up what Michelle said to him about the town welcome sign prior.

Grandpa sighed, “There are some bad elements around here.” He said simply. Now that wasn't ominous at all Grandpa.

Michael set you down on your feet, all of you stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “What kind, Grandpa?” You asked, wanting a little more information from the older man.

Grandpa smiled at you softly. He had a soft spot for you, though he would never fully admit it, “Just bad. Ones that your four shouldn’t be getting into.”

“Wait a second, let me get this straight. Are you telling me that we moved to the murder capitol of the world? Are you serious, Grandpa?” Sam asked. They all couldn’t be serious?

Lucy even stopped to listen in on your conversation. Not exactly what she wanted to hear when she moved all of you out here.

“Ah, well, let me put it this way. If all the corpses buried around here were to stand up all at once. We’d have one hell of a population problem.” Grandpa shakes his head.

Lucy sighed, “Great, Dad.” She said sarcastically.

“So stay away from necromancy spells.” Michael stated and then looked pointedly at you and Sam, “You hear?”

You rolled your eyes, “It was one time.”

“And we fixed it.” Sam reminded Michael. Yeah, necromancy spells weren’t yours or Sam’s forte. Michelle though, that girl can resurrect a corpse without breaking a sweat.

Grandpa pulls out a paper book from his back pocket leading you all again over to his taxidermy room, “Now, on Wednesday’s, when the mailman brings the TV guide, sometimes the address label is curled up. Just a little, like that.”

Once again, Michelle and Sam were back at hitting each other but now with Michael added to the mix. You just watched on with an amused smirk while listening to Grandpa.

“Now you’ll be tempted to tear it off. Don’t. You’ll only wind up ripping the cover and I don’t like that.” Grandpa turned around, grabbing the sliding doors, “And stay out of here.”

Before Grandpa could close the doors, Sam stopped him, “Wait, wait. You have a TV?”

“No. I just like to read the TV guide. Read the TV guide, you don’t need a TV.” Grandpa closed the doors in your faces, leaving you all standing there in silence.

You shook your head with a smile, “Come on, the boxes aren’t gonna unload themselves. I wanna finish so we can check out the Boardwalk.”

Michelle perks up at your mention of the Boardwalk, “They got Tim Cappello playing tonight, right?”

You nodded, dragging Michael along with you to grab the rest of your things, “Gonna be one of hell of a night.”

[i-need-air]

Oh-- I really really -really- liked your wolf hybrid Bakugou and-- if you don't mind, can you do one on Kirishima? Just the general headcanons, if this is too bothersome then you can ignore this once again- thank you

Just general headcanons you say? Okay, I had this written 2k words in before I got this ask and now it's at... ehem, let me take a deep breath for this;

Word count: 3.5k 💀 [of HCs 💀💀💀]

Why do I keep doing this to myself aksdjkd I love Kiri so much, my god! Thanks for the ask!! 💗

[ Masterlist ]

Hybrid!AU Kirishima Eijirou HCs

× i mentioned him as a dog hybrid and we're sticking with it because it just feels right, yano? anyway!

× you found out about how the new hybrid shelter in your city helped bust a fighting ring

× which was horrifying to think about

× one of your friends explained the process to you and you were definitely interested in helping someone out

× shelters were still underfunded and didn't provide much to help the hybrids adapt to society

× so you found yourself in front of the shelter without a plan

× just a dream and a spare couch that could thankfully convert into a bed

× before you could chicken out you stormed through the doors like a mad person, catching the attention of the guards and the front desk man

× it surprised you how disinterested they were though; were they seriously the people that dismantled a whole illegal fighting ring?

× they called a sweet old lady to accompany you

× when you explained your situation her eyes sparkled, looking you up and down and nodding her head

× she took you through some hallways, showing you around the precinct, questioning you about what type of hybrid you'd want

× to which you honestly didn't know how to respond, like anyone you could help????

× it kinda pissed you off how she spoke about the hybrids like they were pets, suggesting you'd get a kitty or a bunny, since [her words] they were low maintenance

× is this really a good shelter?

× you looked around, finding prison like cells left and right, some with people that looked at you curiously, some covering from your glance

× they were locked in...

× some growling could be heard far away but the woman shook her head at you, disapproving gaze turned to the side as she took you further into the building

× another room, this time cells were bigger, a few occupied, yet covered from you, indiferent and uninterested

× a man was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in his hair

× "Kirishima, boy, get up to greet someone"

× his red eyes snapped up, whatever he was thinking about slowly forgotten

× he blinked curiously as you hugged your frame, feeling uncomfortable, even ashamed to be there

× but a sweet smile took over his features

× "Hey! I'm Kirishima Eijirou!"

× it's really all it took for you to grow fond of him; he got up and came closer to the entrance of the cell and introduced himself in such easy-going manner you forgot about everything and anything

× he calmed you with his presence, even if it was very disheveled, with old ripped clothes and hair messy, painted red with obvious dark roots showing

× he had a black fluffy tail waving slowly behind him too

× you introduce yourself with his encouragement and mumbled how you wanted to help someone out today

× he just smiled at you, taking you in

× let me tell you something about dog hybrids: they can sense emotions and intentions so Kiri would be a very good judge of character and he really, genuinely took a liking on you

× the problem is how the fuck do you say out loud that you wanted to help him out

× because you sure as hell weren't going to say you'd adopt him; he's not a child? we're talking about a grown ass man here? literally looked like 6'4ft/1.95m?????

× it was so shameful, your gut turned as you cursed society and he sensed it, expression changing, falling a little as he saw you look very out of place

× "Hey, hey, everything's gonna be fine!" he said

× he told YOU that

× instead of YOU telling HIM those words;;; you almost burst into ugly crying, forgetting about everything else, your minuscule problems or shame or whatever and just nodded at him

× "Would you like to come home with me, Kirishima?" you said, ignoring the happy clapping the old lady was doing, watching carefully how his expression, clear as water, switched from easy-going and reassuring to shocked then hopeful

× "I'd like that" he breathed out "—a lot."

× as you went out the lady was telling him it was a shame they separated his group of friends, something about being sent to different shelters, how he had to be a good boy, to behave, yada-yada and seriously;;; he was taking it so lightheartedly, as if he was so used to this behavior or even was thankful for it?

× it was starting to get annoying, specially when they gave you a collar for him, like no fucking thanks, but you'd take care of it later

× since it was very random and unplanned, you were making mental gymnastics to figure out what to get and what to do first, like clothes, food—

× journey home was pleasant as he walked close to you, asking you questions about yourself with a gentle smile on his features

× meanwhile people got out of both your ways because he was intimidating and big and large but his smile screamed sunshine

× all while he never really mentioned anything about himself

× you made a point to ask him if he was hungry, to grab a quick bite at any restaurant you could get at then go buy some clothes and necessities

× you were so casual and this guy was so shocked

× i swear, looks at you blinking stupidly then ✨beams✨

× spoiler alert; big boy was hungry

× it didn't matter honestly, just seeing him eat without a worry [even if everyone at the restaurant was wary of him but got a stink eye from you] was a relief

× since you answered his questions about you, you decided to ask some about him; you were going to be roomies soon so might as well get to know each other

× shocked again

× stops mid-bite when you ask him something and stares wide-eyed

× doesn't answer but you can see he wants to and you're confused??

× "did I—... did I say something wrong?" you'd press, scared you'd spook him away or something

× he just gulps down and looks ashamed

× casually tells you they've been told at the shelter owners don't care about them

× 🙃 say what now bby?

× he kinda starts apologizing because he understands why you wouldn't wanna know and you put your hand on his; kinda mutes him for a second

× "Kirishima, we're gonna live together and hopefully be friends in the process, right? I'd like to know about you, as much as you're willing to tell me"

× [ falls in love right then and there ]

× he's met humans before, many actually—

× even in the short weeks he's been at the shelter he's seen people come and go and none talked to him like you did

× stares with stars in his eyes and chuckles awkwardly, blush on his face

× "You're really nice, [Y/N]" he said before eagerly answering your questions; course, it leaves you confused lmfao but you brush past it

× okay! shopping next, long story short it was very hard to find hybrid clothes for his size so you pick to change human clothes and adjust them for him

× as you again mention this stuff casually he's just awestruck

× when you got home, bags in hand, you were explaining to him how you really didn't have much; you were working to get a promotion soon but for now you had a couch that could open up into a very comfy bed, which he assured you it was enough

× you were lowkey unsure if he fit it because like i mentioned, big boi is big

× he does! so that's a relief but you started considering giving him your bed; you mostly fell asleep on the couch anyway and to be fair, it was really comfortable and you mention it as he looks around

× his head snaps at you, wide eyed, yet does not talk

× so you ramble bc that's something fun to do! "I mean I went to the shelter without a plan and uh, I want you to feel as comfortable as possible and maybe the bed is a better fit and—"

× Kirishima Eijirou sees: 💕💞💕💞💕💞💕

× has never been treated like this, like he's an... equal... something he'll take months to share with you, but we're getting ahead of ourselves

× the thing is this boy will fall pretty hard pretty fast, but will definitely take time to make a move

× bc he is respectful

× so he thanks you for the offer and tells you it's probably the best place he slept in all his life

× can your heart stop breaking for him? i mean it's a good couch but it's no luxury hotel bed???

× [ we need to pause, OP made herself sad ]

× ok, so he's really helpful around the house, and he knows how to cook!

× takes no time to talk about his friends, special his best friend that cooked for everyone at the fighting ring and forced them all to help and that's how he was pretty decent at cooking himself

× wasn't the best though, but followed instructions like a boss

× he lives for your compliments

× literally his tail wiggles with no shame

× seriously;; tell him he did a good job even at the dumbest thing and—

× puffs chest

× wiggle-wiggle

× "Thanks!"

× 🥺💕💞 make him stop, he's so cute

× did i mention he has like floppy black ears? Omg his earsssssssssshnnngggggggggg

× because they move whenever he walks and they're mesmerizing

× and one day that you're observing them for science [not because your heart was like 💘pom-pom💘] you noticed his roots

× remember when your heart broke for him? hah, have some more because as you asked him, he started telling you that he was pushed into dying his hair red for the spectacle, diversity and what-not

× reassured you he grew to love it now, being part of who he is

× also gets a little bit shy when adding he wouldn't want to change the color in hopes of finding his friends someday and for him to be easily recognizable

× you bought him hair dye that same day

× WHICH! apart from gaining extra 🥺💕💞 from him, it created a nice routine between you two!!

× you offered to dye his hair and it was such a great time; he made you laugh, conversation going just as easy whenever you talked, you got to know each other a little bit more and—

× heh

× at the end, after applying all the red hair dye, you massaged his scalp gently

× guess who melts in your hands? yes, giant ass dog-man melts into a puddle under your hands and it's the cutest fucking thing you've ever seen

× I'm serious, he sighs and leans into your gloved hands with zero [0] shame, eyes closed and peaceful expression on his features apart from a small smile

× you tease him and he laughs it off, but promise him you'd give him head scratches when he was finished with the dye, washed off and hair dry

× and you better deliver

× "Don't think I forgot!" he'd say as he'd hop on his make-shift bed in the living room by your side, tail moving from side to side

× as you start playing with his locks, he falls into your lap and starts snoring

× move an inch and he opens his eyes to look at you confused

× puppy eyes questioning you if you're leaving 🥺

× yep, you fall asleep together

× you point out to yourself that those puppy eyes will be the death of you

× he's a touchy guy, okay? since he's been touchy with you from the very start you never questioned it, even read on the internet that many hybrids descended from house pets need physical affection, like hugs, pats, scratches, all the bag, so it wasn't a big deal for you

× except it was a big deal because he's been around for a month and you're already catching feelings and that's bad because you did not bring him there to fall for him but to help him start a new life and—

× oh my god, what if he thought you were one of those people from the horror stories about hybrid adoption that only wanted them for one thing—

× no, no, no, nO, NO.

× anxiety was getting to you as the guilt of catching feelings for him, plus the fact that he was financially dependant on you for the time which would've made it even worse if he found out, PLUS he comes from such a rough life, he definitely needs a break and doesn't need his first human friend in forever to be a piece of;;;

× Kiri catches on this really constant and increasing feeling of anxiety; he starts to send you worried glances but doesn't know how to proceed

× in such a soft voice he asks if you're okay, if something is on your mind

× and since you weren't sharing anything but acted as if everything was alright even when he felt you lied, Kiri started to get worried too

× why were you anxious? why weren't you talking to him about it?

× oh, god, was he a burden? because he felt like one;;; did you want him out? he felt like an extra weight for you and wanted to do something about it but maybe you got sick of him? he felt unmanly...

× the fact that he knew he cared about you as more than just a friend made him even more anxious and it didn't help that whenever he touched you he heard your breath hitch or your heart beating louder; he got his hopes up then down because

× you smelled like people; people he didn't know, people he wanted to know because he needed to know why did you smell like them? were they a treat? were they potential partners? he really did not want to ask bc Kirishima felt like it wasn't his place to know

× as tension grew in the house you decided to gift him a new phone, ready to give him some news that reached your ears

× it seems Kiri himself liked to do sports and mainly jog to keep himself active and he's started to pass by the local dog-park to play with the dogs

× imagine your surprise when a few neighbors asked you if he'd be willing to train their dogs bc he's been teaching them stuff like once a week and the dogs listened

× big time dog whisperer; he says "Sit" to one dog and all dogs in the neighborhood sit too, you get me?

× so you said it would be nice for him to have his own money; not like you didn't help him without care, but you saw his face every time you bought something for him and really felt like he needed some real independence

× he's in ✨awe✨ because you came up with clients already that were very eager for dog training sessions, which he loved??? and suggested hours, wages??????

× and you gave him this new phone to help him with it if he's interested too?

× "Well, the normal price on the internet around the area is—"

× "[Y/N]."

× "Hmm?"

× "You're really amazing, you know that, right?" he'd have his lips curled into a sweet smile

× which makes your heart go crazy and this man notices how you get flustered

× loves it

× get ready for compliments; a lot of compliments just expecting your sweet flustered reactions

× he's slow at realizing your feelings for him because he beats himself down and seems himself as less of a man but tests the waters nonetheless and a d o r e s every time you struggle to thank him for said compliments and don't know how to continue functioning

× catches on and gets his hopes up

× and so you do

× listen, this is hilarious because you're both dumb idiots and want to be respectful towards the other meanwhile he hugs you tighter and for a little bit too long, loving how you melt into him, kisses you on the cheek and sees you get all flustered, looks at you like you're the only one to ever matter until you stop talking, turning everything into a giant mess of silence until you both grin at each other???? I'm getting second-hand embarrassment, just kiss???????

× and it happened with an accidental kiss

× you greeted him as he walked through the door, excited to tell him about your promotion, rambling about the take-out you ordered while he smiled at you

× and it started to be usual for you to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, right? just what normal roomies do, you know [mhmm~]

× he's taking his shoes off and knows the kiss is coming, but just before you press it on his cheek you whisper/squeal "I got the promotion!" to which he turns his head in surprise at you making your lips press together by accident [mhhhmmmmm~~~]

× cue both of you apologizing, looking like a mess

× he's blushing

× you both loved it

× why are you standing so close to each other?

× why did he lick his lips in daze while staring at yours?

× which one of you was leaning in for another kiss?

× it didn't really matter because he's kissing you slowly, taking you into his arms like you were made of porcelain

× glues his body to yours and breathes you in, lips locked, neither believing it was real

× lifts you up in his arms with no difficulty and smiles, both inches separated from another; "Congratulations..." his breath would fan over your face;;;;

× yeah, okay, he takes no time to confess, resulting in a mess of manly words skdjekldj you guys talked that whole night while cuddling and stealing kisses, you on his lap

× [ his nose brushing your neck; he loves your scent omg ]

× it becomes official pretty much instantly and then all your worries wash away

× all the anxiety, all the stress and overthinking, they've all been sorted out in one night and trust me, afterwards this man is pure honesty and loyalty

× he won't hesitate to talk to you about anything and will be such a patient sweetheart with you, listening to every word you say without judgment

× loves cheesy stuff? as in the most cliché stuff seen in movies? that's his shit right there; whenever you two see each other after some time apart [sometimes 5 minutes apart] he'd pick you in his arms and spin you around, then expect you to kiss him

× if you don't, i will skfjdkfk step aside 👀

× skin contact; please, touch him

× if you're not he sends you those famous puppy eyes and we all know they're killer

× sighs, happy to hold you tight against him, engulfing you into his big frame; yeah, you're where you belong, in his arms.

× everyone in the neighborhood loves him; it's ridiculous, seriously, because you find out he helped around all the time when you were at work and gained everyone's love

× makes an instagram account to teach people how to train their dog and becomes an internet sensation, a small celebrity

× also bc he's hot and sometimes posts working out pics

× skdksjs imagine this: makes dinner for both of you, lits up some candles, goes all in, then fucking posts it on ig saying "waiting for my baby to come home #surprise" forgetting you can see it lmfao

× you see the story on your way home and 🥺💞 "ye i love his oblivious ass"

× soft gasps when you tell him after dinner

× has the audacity to be surprised, like babe????

× Kaminari finds him through social media and this baby cries in relief for a good half an hour

× both team up to find all the gang

× guess who talks praises about you all the time? mhm, this guy right here is proud to have you

× and Denki has to deal with it;

× anywho! want to break him for good? tell him you love him for the first time

× GETS. SO. EXCITED. AND. EMOTIONAL.

× but forgets how to speak

× finds his words to say it back after staring at you entranced, grinning like an idiot, taking you in his arms and giving you a bone crushing hug while shaking in place

× he's never felt this loved and adores every second of it

× you're like a drug and he's deep gone, man

× tells you he loves you every single day

[bakatenshii]

Grapefruit

Oikawa Tooru x reader (haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.3k

TW: 18+, lemon, wattpad, crack

A/N: I’m so sorry. This is actually a joke, a parody, I promise, it’s written like this on purpose for the collab. Terrible (or lack entirely of) grammar, dialogue so cheesy I threw up multiple times in my mouth, too many specifications of shades of the colour pink. For @undermattsun’s whorehouse wattpad garbage fire collab. I’m so sorry.

grape·fruit

/ˈɡrāpˌfro͞ot/

In the world of fandom (check out fan fiction, fanfics, or fics), a grapefruit is a story which consists of sexual explicit themes in bizarre situations.

An orange-twinged pink, almost coral.

haikyuu series!! :3

disclaimer: haikyuu does NOT belong 2 me. Or else I would make XXXX go w/ XXXX ;)

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𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏��𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

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“hurry up y/n!!!” - i remove my skullcandies out my ears, hearing my best friend sunnie(with an ie! not y!) shout to me from down the hall.

flipping my baby pink (NOT cotton candy pink! god there’s a difference, get it right. last week ash-lee with her stupid bleach blonde hair called it cotton candy pink and I wanted to kill her) hair behind my shoulder, i skipped down the lockers.

i was in my best outfit, checkered pink and white (bubblegum pink, this time) leg warmers with my matching pink + white skirt and white denim jacket with a pink butterfly bedazzled on the back. i saw paris hilton in it on her myspace too, so you could say im pretty trendy.

not like the other girls, like brittney (with her dark hair with a blue streak with a puppy shaped purse she swears is designer.) or ash-lee with her stupid ugly blonde hair that’s deffo fake. oh i already said that

anyways

it’s just an average tuesday morning, and i’m just your not-so-average girl. my name’s (y/n) (l/n) and im (age) years old. my best friends are sunnie, rachelle, and meeky. oh, and lindt, sometimes, when she’s not too busy with trying to save the world from global warming.

i’m on my way to p.e. which UGH is my least fav class, who even came up with it? but at least there’s the hottie oikawa tooru-sama in my class (ha! eat that ash-lee + brittney) and all the girls luuuuurv him. he’s soooo hot i bet he has abs

(brianna with the ugly hair who wears green shoes with red socks said she saw him change once and she totally saw his 8pack but she’s a liar so i dont believe her)

(even tho he tooootally has one)

i was on way just skipping down the hall to go to p.e. when someone crashes into me from behind.

‘-u-GH!’ i fall.

‘hey!!!!’ i turned around to yell at who’s bumping into me-

it was oikawa tooru-sama!! the most popular boy in school!!! i felt like i was in a dream i pinched my hand but... it hurts!!! this isn’t a dream!!! the oikawa tooru-sama just crashed into me!!! with his body!!! his shoulder touched me!!!!!

he turn and looks at me and... my heart stops. i think im dying omgomgomg

‘a-are you okay (y/n)-chan?’ he asks me and holds his hand out.

i cant believe it. the oikawa tooru-sama is giving me his hand to hold?!?! is this heaven???

‘i-i-‘ i stammer. i’m so shocked i swear my face is beat red. ‘i-i’m ok.’

i was too scared to hold his hands because mine were so sweaty from seeing him this upclose. i stand up and dust my knees because i want him to think i’m tough. that’s right. oikawa tooru-sama is a professional vball player! (v for volley-ball) he’s not going to like some dumb average weak normal crybaby girl.

‘ok. see ya in class!’ he smiles and waves at me before walking down the hall, shooting me his signature smile. the one that makes flowers bloom around him and glitters around his whole body.

h-how did he know? did he just say in class??? the oikawa tooru-sama knows who i am???

i take out my phone to frantically text my bffs (sunnie, rachelle, meeky and lindt) and see the group chat had some unread new messages. i click open it.

(beep)

𝚋𝚕@𝚑𝚔𝚞𝚐𝟶𝟶: omgzzzz i juss saw tsukki-sama xDDD

𝕣𝕒𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕩𝕠: STDU XDD wut wuzz he wearin?!? hes sooooo hawt oh em geez

tsukki-sama, aka tsukishima kei-sama, is the hot blondie in the other class’s vball team. rachelle and sunnie are sooo in love with him, but i don’t blame them. he’s soooo tall, taller than oikawa tooru-sama even. (but that doesn’t matter because oikawa tooru-sama has the prettiest smile in the world and no one’s seen tsukki-sama smile like... since he came outta the womb)

i quickly type out my txt because this is more important than what the blonde vball star is wearing.

(beep)

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: guizzzzz guizzzz GUIZE!!!! GUEZZ WUT JUSS HAPPND!!

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: u’ll nv beliv it!!!!! omGZZZZZ IM LAIK DYINN XDDDDDDD TT_TT

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: omgawd wuuuut

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: w8 kita-sama jus sk8dd by me i fink he haz a new b04rd!!!!! be are be

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: uGGGHRRR MEEKY DIS IZ MOAR IMPOARTAN!!!!!!

before i have the chance to tell them about my fateful encounter with the oikawa tooru-sama someone snatches my phone away. i turn around, maybe it’s oikawa tooru-sama again?

UGH NO IT’S OUR STUPID BALD PRINCIPAL. now i’m in trouble.

‘no phones in the hall (y/n) (l/n)-san!’ he yells at me. his breath stinks, yuck.

he takes my phone and puts it in his pocket and i realize that he’s putting it in his pocket and taking it away.

‘b-but-‘ jimmy i protest. not my flip phone with my pink bedazzled hello kitty charm on the end!

‘no buts!!!! see you after lecture missy!!’

god, this is just like, the worst day ever.

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𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑙𝑒��’𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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p.e. is the same as always: im sitting on the side, not doing sports because girls like me can’t risk breaking my perfectly painted pink (hot pink, not baby pink) nail with diamonds on it. i tell my bffs about the encounter and they all agree that it’s deffo fate.

‘i know right??’ i giggle staring down at the man of my dreams, at his chocolate brown locks, thinking back at his dreamy brown orbs staring into my dark black ones offering me his hand.

‘you should totes ask him out!’ giggles sunnie.

‘oh em gee, never!!! that’s sooo embarrassing, he’s totally gonna say no!’ i said.

‘seriously, (y/n)-chan, what do you have to lose?’ rachelle said.

‘just like, my dignity and self respect.’ i reply sassily.

at that we three burst into laughter, and the fat p.e. prof turns and tells us shhhhhhh.

i love my friends.

i tell them about our bald principal taking my pink flip phone with the hello kitty charm on it away.

‘oh no!’ rachelle exclaimed.

‘what are you going to do?’ sunnie asked.

i shrug, feeling at a loss without it.

‘it’s like, seriously dangerous without a phone.’ the blonde said.

‘what if you get like, kidnapped or something?!’ the purplenette said, clasping her hand over her mouth in a show of shock. (ps. bluette vs. blunette?)

‘kidnapped?!?’ i laugh. ‘who’s gonna kidnap me?!!’ we all burst into laughter again, causing our p.e. prof (still fat and annoying) to shhh us again.

little did i know that the brunette vball star was staring up at me, plotting.

i had no idea what was about to come.

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𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒

𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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when i open my eyes, my eyes are heavy, staring up at a bright light above my head. i squint my eyes because the light hurts my eyes.

‘well, well, well’ i hear a voice behind me. ‘(y/n)-himesama’s awake, i see.’

wait-

i know that voice-

that’s-

that’s the oikawa tooru-sama’s voice!

‘w-what?’ i stuttered, surprised but feeling a warm rush going down my body at the sound of his voice. ‘what’s going on?’

he chuckles. ‘can’t you tell?’

i look around and see my arms taped up behind me on a chair and my legs tied together by... something. rope maybe?

‘where am i?’ i ask, even more bewildered.

‘tsk tsk tsk, silly (y/n)-himesama. i’ve kidnapped you, my dear.’ he said. ‘we’re in my mansion right now’

my eyes pop out of their sockets. am i hearing him right?

‘no,’ he corrects himself. ‘we’re in our mansion.’

i can’t help but blush at that suggestion. our mansion?

that’s right, i must be crazy, i think to myself. this is all just a dream, i’m still in school, on the bleachers with my bffs and i fell asleep in our class.

‘this isn’t a dream, darling’ he singsongs, and i feel more warmth flood downwards. god what is wrong with me? turned on in this situation? but can you blame me? who wouldn’t get turned on when the oikawa tooru-sama is standing in front (or behind) them and calling them ‘darling’?

‘w-what- h-h-how?’ i ask him. ‘i was just at school, staring at you play vball in the gym- i mean n-not staring at you- and-‘

he chuckles darkly.

‘i know you were, (y/n)-himesama. that’s why i kidnapped you, because you’re so cute.’

i blush at his words. m-me? cute??? did the oikawa tooru just call me cute?

i suddenly remember what rachelle and sunnie said in p.e. today about being kidnapped, and shudder. god, h-her mind! they’re totally gonna tell me i told you so! when i tell them.

‘b-but, h-how?’ i bit my lip looking at him beneath my lashes, or however anastasia steele did it in too many shades of grey. (it wasn’t actually that bad, but ill never admit it. it’s sorta kinda hot. also pantone says theres only like 37 diff shades so.)

‘i saw you with your friends, and i served a ball at your head knocking you out.’ he explained. suddenly i feel a pang on my head reinforcing what he’s saying.

‘ow...’ i say quietly.

the brunette man built like a god walks into my frame of vision for the first time after waking up and i notice he’s shirtless, all 8pack exposed for me to look at.

(i guess brianna was right, but she’s still a liar that wears green shoes with red socks.)

he comes up to me and kneels in front of me until he’s kneeling in front of me. he carresses my cheek with his hand (the same one he reached out to me earlier that day, pre-kidnapping) and i sigh.

if this is a dream never wake me up. i think to myself.

‘wh-‘ before i can get the words out asking him why me?, he presses a finger to my lips, shushing me.

he looks at me with his brown chocolate orbs, and i get lost in them, counting the stars and constellations in those glowing beautiful orbs that i never thought i could look at so up close. (except in photos i secretly took)

‘i love you, (y/n) (l/n)’ he says.

i fainted.

༻✧༺

𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

༻✧༺

i wake up (for the second time that day, god what is up with today?), my eyes still heavy.

‘good morning, darling,’ i hear a voice say, and suddenly i remember everything that’s transpired so far.

(for reference: i crashed into the oikawa tooru-sama this morning, had my phone taken away, and now kidnapped by none other than the oikawa tooru-sama, now in his- no, our mansion.)

‘o-oikawa tooru-sama?’ i stutter out weakly, still groggy.

‘just tooru, my hime-sama.’ he says and i feel my body heating up again.

suddenly, i’m filled with an overwhelming emotion, and the worlds spill out before i can stop them.

‘i love you, t-tooru.’ i stutter on the foreign name, biting my lips (for good measure).

he looks at me, chocolate orbs piercing right into my super dark black pupils, and he starts to cry. i cry too, because he just looks so beautiful, even when he’s crying.

he holds me in his arm and i nuzzle my nose into his neck, smelling his deep chocolatey velvety sweet minty musky scent. he smells so good i could just stay here forever, bathing in the chocolatey velvety sweet minty musk.

‘u-um...’ i start, and he nuzzles his face into my neck some more. i can feel his wet tears on my shoulder... is he still crying??

i try again. ‘u-ummmm...’

he finally looks up at me and i peer into his deep chocolate orbs, feeling him stare intently into my dark block orbs. i wiggle my arms to show him i want him to release them, because if you remember they’re still taped up by like, tape or rope or whatever.

‘o-oh!’ he exclaims and unties them.

i don’t know what came over me but suddenly we’re kissing, our tongues are battling for dominance within our hot wet cavernous mouths, and it’s soooo hot.

he grips my legs and spreads them apart, tongues still fighting a mighty battle, and i see him take out his big massive rock hard member in his hands.

i wrap my legs around him, thankful for the pink (bubblegum pink) and white checkered skirt im wearing today for easy access, and he pushes his hot shaft into my core. i can feel his member in my wet gushy wushy pussy and it feels so good i came.

he cums too.

‘w-will you marry me?’ he looks up at me, his member still inside. i feel tears brimming in my eyes again as I nod.

‘i do.’

༻✧༺

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

a/n: ta-dah!! the end!!! tankzz 4 readin guyzzzz lawl im thinking of making dis a series so... ;))) tell me who u wana be kidnapped by next! xD

a/n #2: speshull tankz 2 uwucatgirlprincess99 4 da line (u kno da one ;))) + sk8erg0rl666 4 havin me in da collab! + also cummin up wiv da title!! lawlzz rawr x)))

a/n #3: OH WOW . erhm. Longest chappy thing ive written. Hope you liked it. so uhm. ENJOY ! [btw, I'm considering doing the NEXT CHAP; sneak peek thing. Should I? :3 Comment?] plz R&R!! :]]] kudoz 4 u <333

p.s. da colour i used 4 da lyriczzz is fuschia pink! :3

p.p.s. comment below if u reconize dee song!! ur a kool kat if u do ;))

[ezwhump]

Let the Cat Out of the Bag - pet whump, pet-sitting, pampered pet, introduction of characters 

“Explain it to me again.”

“Aw, fuck off, Farhan.”

“No, seriously!” Farhan spat a seed shell into the solo cup and  took another swig of his beer. “This woman puts an ad in the fucking paper, for christ’s sake, asking for someone to what? Look after her kitty cat?”

He buckled over, eyes creasing, and barked out a laugh. 

“No you got that exactly right, man,” Gregor let his mouthful of warm beer dribble back into the bottle and set it down on the table. “She’s got some sorta terminal illness, says she won’t be home enough to look after it, yeah? That’s where I come in.” 

Farhan snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah but she could just sell it though. Get some dough before she croaks.” He leaned over and snatched the paper off the table. “Pet-sitting. Fucking hell. I can loan you the money, you know.” 

When Farhan got serious he got fancy, started picking up his ‘t’s, shortening his vowels. Offering money. It made Gregor raise his hackles. 

“When you think about it, it's not a bad gig. I get to fuck around in some OAP’s house all day and I get paid for it. If I do a decent enough job maybe I get in on the will.”

Farhan shook his head, flipping to the sports section of the paper. “You’re a fuckin’ vulture, man.”

Gregor smiled to himself and drank his warm beer anyway. Farhan didn’t really understand, it didn’t matter what the job was, it mattered what the pay was. And he’d do pretty much anything at this point (except become Farhan’s charity case), so long as food got put on the table and the bills were paid, even looking after some geriatric’s pet. 

Even if he was allergic to cats. 

--

The car pulled up a few streets away from the old lady’s, and Gregor opened the passenger door. 

Farhan leaned over and rolled down the window. “You got your cell?”

Gregor patted his jean’s back pocket. 

“Right, good. Wallet, keys?”

“Fuck off, Farhan.” Gregor was getting irate, jumping on the spot with his hands in his front pockets. It was too fucking cold outside for chit-chat, he wanted to get into the warm house and start eating. 

Farhan laughed and cranked up the window with a “right, right”. 

The house was in a cul-de-sac of luxury townhomes, redbrick with intricate railings and a courtyard with a fountain. Gregor was suddenly very aware of his ratty sneakers and DIY buzzcut. He spat into the bushes and rang the doorbell, stopping short of shouting up to the closest window. It seemed like the sort of place where people would stop and stare if you spoke too loudly, and god forbid he caused a kerfuffle and the police were called. 

He patted his pocket for his dab pen and rolled it between his thumb and finger while he waited to be buzzed in. 

“Katz residence.” 

Gregor jumped and turned to the intercom speaker on the side of the doorway. He pressed the little purple button. 

“Uh, hi. It's Gregor. Enache. I’m here for the pet-sitting gi- job.” 

He waited for a moment, wind whipping inside his jacket and making him shudder. Then the intercom buzzed and he heard a lock click, so he took his cue and went inside. 

After processing the excessive grandeur of the lobby, Gregor took the elevator up to the top floor. All the hallways were cream with soft white lights in sconces and glittering from chandeliers. The floors were marble, and Gregor almost laughed when his soles squeaked and tracked dirt if he scraped them hard enough. 

There was a soft tinkling music coming from somewhere and all the doors were painted a deep plum colour with gold handles. The whole place smelled like sweet perfume. Part of Gregor wanted to break everything just to check if it was real (especially the little statues on the antique tables), part of him wanted this whole place to be preserved in resin so he could stare at it forever, but he mostly just wanted to see if there were price listings for any of it. The pawn potential made him lightheaded. 

“She’s gonna pay you,” he reminded himself, stopping at door 19 and rapping the golden knocker. It was shaped like a cat. 

  A boy answered the door. Well, not really a boy, though he seemed younger. He looked around Gregor’s age, 22 or so, but they were leagues apart. 

He had pearl-blonde hair that stopped at the base of his throat and his lanky frame was a little taller than Gregor. He was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and slacks made out of the same muslin fabric, but his feet were bare and clean. 

“Pleased to meet you Mr. Enache.” A woman’s voice called out from the guy who stepped aside silently to let Gregor in. 

Salma Katz was sitting on a white lounge sofa in a skirt and blouse, her legs crossed at the ankles. She wasn’t geriatric by any stretch of the imagination but she did have an air of vulnerability around her, like something was wrong and she was using every vice at her disposal to hide it. It showed in the way she picked at her nails or kept tucking back her blonde bob. 

“Hi.” Gregor stood dumbly in the entryway, eyes darting to all of the fanciful objects littered about the place. Little markings of money, of privilege. He felt sort of trapped. “Um, so where is the little guy?”

Salma was blinking sluggishly, and Gregor couldn’t help but compare it to when his mom had gotten hold of Farhan’s Vicodin after his dental surgery last month. Hazy, drugged up. It was probably painkillers or something. 

“There are a few things I should go over before I leave, but just in case there’s a list on the refrigerator.” She gestured for Gregor to sit and he did, slumping into the love-seat across from her, a glass coffee table between them with a small vase of peach roses in the middle of it. 

“I’m very invested in the comfort and safety of my pet while I’m enjoying treatment, and thus very meticulous. . . about who watches him.” The boy had taken a seat on the floor in front of her lounge chair, and Gregor had to drag his eyes back to Salma. 

“Right. Well, I mean, why put it in the paper then? Any dickwad off the street could come in.” A humoured smile lit up her face, and Gregor caught himself. “Uh, with all due respect, ma’am.”

Salma laughed, an airy, unbothered sound. “Well, just prove to me that I made the correct choice young man, and we won’t have a problem.” Her eyes trailed Gregor up and down and he tried not to squirm, setting his jaw and meeting her eyes. They glinted. “Now, Leander has a particular diet which I included on the list. I presume you can cook?”

Gregor nodded. He’d had to learn a long time ago. 

“Wonderful. Taking him outside the apartment is discouraged, however we do have a balcony if you’ll be needing to smoke or he needs fresh air. He takes a bath most nights, and you’ll know what to wash him with. Oh, and of course if you need anything from him all you need to do is ask.” 

“It’s trained?” Gregor felt his eyes widen, impressed. Cat’s weren’t usually trained, but he should’ve figured given the context of the whole situation. 

“Indeed he is. Now, I wouldn’t want him to get lonely, either. He has his own room but he does enjoy company. Would you be available to watch him five days a week?”

Gregor thought for a moment and nodded. He’d cover his bases, pay his dues, on the weekend. And besides, pets didn’t really require all that much effort. 

“Perfect. Does 7-12 feel appropriate? Of course we’d provide you with adequate food, a bed, transport, and whatever else you require to perform your duties.” She was talking slowly, like she was trying to coerce a wild animal into a cage, but Gregor wasn’t going to complain. Living in a place like this all day, free food, a fucking car, and all he had to do was refill a food bowl and wrestle it into a bath sometimes? He felt like he’d stumbled upon a get-out-of-jail-free card. 

“Sure, no problem.”

Salma smiled again and smoothed her hand along the boy’s hair, standing up and gesturing for Gregor to do so as well. Gregor tried to keep the incredulity from showing on his face. 

She reached out and took Gregor’s hand, clasping it briefly and then turning back to the boy. Gregor looked around again for a tabby, a persian. A fucking tiger. 

Salma ushered the boy forward, and he stood graceful and silent in front of Gregor, avoiding eye contact. 

“Mr. Enache, this is Leander. My pet.”

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I’m taking a short break from Russ & Lennon, but hopefully you guys will enjoy reading about Gregor & Leander as much as I enjoy writing them :) I’m starting up a new tag list for these two so if you’d like to be included pls just let me know! <3 - ez 

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[crownsglory]

(  jessica  chastain  ,  42  ,  cis  woman  ,  she  /  her  )  —  it  looks  like  KATHERYN  BARATHEON  NEE  BEESBURY ,  the  RULING  LADY  of  STORM'S  END  is  prepared  to  play  the  game  of  thrones  .  you  know  ,  their  GENUINE  &  ARDENT  side  might  help  them  along  the  way  ,  but  their  GUILEFUL  &  IMPATIENT  qualities  won’t  do  them  any  favours  .  a  little  bird  told  me  that  they’re  currently  NEUTRAL  ABOUT  the  tyrell  rule  and  that  their  loyalties  lie  with  HOUSE  BARATHEON  &  BEESBURY  .  hm  ,  interesting  .  that  same  little  birdy  also  told  tales  of  bright  eyes  scanning  a  crowded  room  for  a  familiar  face  ,  the  steady  pacing  of  a  troubled  mind  ,  and  the  quiet  company  of  the  moonlight  on  a  clear  night  .  will  they  win  ,  or  will  they  die  ?

DOSSIER  :  STATS.

full  name.  katheryn  alys  baratheon  née  beesbury.

name  meanings.  katheryn  meaning  pure  &  alys  meaning  of  a  noble  kind.

aliases  /  nicknames.  kat,  kitty,  the  storm’s  fire.

titles.  ruling  lady  of  storm’s  end.

age.  forty  two.

gender  /  orientation.  cis  woman   /   heterosexual  +  heteromantic.

birthplace.  honeyholt,  the  reach.

father.  devran  beesbury,  former  ruling  lord  of  honeyholt,  deceased  15  years.

mother.  aobrey  beesbury  née  penrose,  lady  of  honeyholt,  mother  of  the  ruling  lord,  66.

sibling  (  s  ).  brother  (  ruling  lord  of  honeyholt,  35-40  ),  brother  (  lord  of  honeyholt,  26-32  ),  sister  (  lady  of  honeyholt.  20+  ).

relationship  status.  married  to  ormund  baratheon,  mistress  to  mykal  florent.

children.  adrielle  baratheon  &  evin  baratheon  (  lady  &  lord  of  storm’s  end,  twins,  ???  idk  youngish  7-10  pls  don’t  ask  me  math  is  hard  ).

extended.  ruling  lady  of  honeyholt  (  sister  in  law  ),  aliza  beesbury  (  lady  of  honeyholt,  niece,  5  )  house  penrose  (  maternal  cousins  ),  lords  &  ladies  of  storm’s  end  (  stepchildren  ).

hair  color.  red.

eye  color.  blue.

height.  five  foot  three.

scars.  a  thin  scar  just  under  her  chin,  otherwise  none  of  real  note.

habits.  pacing  when  restless,  picks  at  stray  threads  (  or  creates  them  )  when  anxious.

DOSSIER  :  ABOUT.

katheryn  was  born  the  eldest  of  four  and,  as  such,  took  on  a  great  deal  of  responsibility  early  on  in  life.  her  mother,  though  always  in  apparent  good  health,  was  actually  prone  to  bouts  of  severe  illness  behind  close  doors.  nothing  fatal,  but  bad  enough  to  instill  that  worry  in  her  pretty  prematurely.

her  father  maintained  a  certain  busyness  being  ruling  lord,  meaning  that  the  beesbury  children  were  often  left  to  their  own  devices  beneath  a  less  than  attentive  gaze  of  a  septa  or,  more  often  than  not,  with  katheryn  chasing  after  them.

growing  up,  she  loved  nothing  more  than  going  into  the  markets  and  would  frequently  beg  her  father  to  take  her  with  him  when  he  went  for  business.  though  he  never  let  her  wander  far,  it  really  served  to  fuel  kat’s  love  for  the  arts  and  the  reach,  and  took  to  painting  above  all  else  in  her  studies.

she  was  almost  certain  she  was  going  to  spend  her  life  in  the  reach,  watching  her  siblings  flourish  alongside  the  man she  loved  though,  those  plans  undoubtedly  fell  through,  leaving  kat  with  a  bitter  taste  in  her  and  a  sadness  that  would  follow  long  after  she  was  married.

kat’s  maternal  ties  to  the  stormlands  presented  her  with  a  marriage  that  neither  she  nor  her  parents  were  apt  to  refuse,  no  matter  her  own  personal  feelings  on  the  matter,  and  though  the  ruling  baratheon  lord  was  over  a  decade  her  senior,  the  passing  of  his  first  wife  present  her  with  the  opportunity  to  leave  the  reach.

it  was  an  opportunity  of  convenience  and  a  marriage  merely  because  she  caught  a  widower’s  eye,  but  it  wasn’t  an  unhappy  one  by  any  means.  he  was  good  to  her,  did  what  he  could  to  help  her  adjust  to  the  stormlands  and  children  that  were  nearly  her  own  age  (  still  a  bit  of  a  rocky  point,  but  that’s  neither  here  nor  there  )  and,  for  the  most  part,  she  thought  she  might’ve  helped  him  past  the  hole  his  late  wife  had  left  behind.

and  after  a  while,  kat  grew  comfortable  enough  to  call  storm’s  end  home,  constant  letters  exchanged  between  home  and  eventually  bearing  two  children  of  her  own  for  the  already  blessed  lord.

about  five  years  ago,  kat  returned  home  to  the  reach  to  celebrate  the  birth  of  her  niece  and  rekindled  her  relationship  (  in  secret  )  with  mykal,  that  she  knew  she  couldn’t  stand  to  lose  him  a  second  time,  even  if  it  was  something  of  a  risk.  though  it  was  something  that  weighed  on  her  initially,  has  her  lord  husband  has  grown  more  ill  in  the  past  couple  years,  she  certainly  feels  less  wary  and  inhibited  about  it.  he  is  her  happiness  and  always  has  been,  not  even  time  changed  that  fact.

overall,  extremely  family  oriented,  half  -  considers  her  siblings  her  introduction  to  children  and  might  argue  that  she’s  the  one  that  practically  raised  them  during  periods  of  parental  absence.  even  know,  cherishes  her  children  and  respects  her  husband  and  has  come  to  care  for  him  more  as  a  friend  and  amicable  partnership.

is  pretty  mellow  and  laidback,  especially  more  so  in  recent  years  now  that  she  has  to  dabble  in  more  and  more  of  the  politics,  but  also  has  a  fiery  temper  about  her.  while  not  easily  angered,  is  absolutely  a  force  to  be  reckoned  with  when  she  is,  and  there’s  practically  not  a  single  soul  that  is  safe  from  her  war  path  on  a  bad  day.

has  a  personal  and  locked  gallery  -  esque  room  where  she  paints  in  private  and  stores  paintings  that  she’d  like  to  keep  to  herself.  while  most  of  them  aren’t  anything  worth  keeping  secret,  there  are  some  that  are  for  her  and  her  eyes  only  and  she  intends  to  keep  them  that  way.

[fandom-sheep]

Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

[withluvgen]

Not the right time - Warren Worthington III X Reader

A/N: Had this idea for a while now tbh. Was low-key inspired to write this one because of a telenovela my mom was watching, ngl. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.  There's also a little HIMYM reference in there haha.

Warnings: Swear words. Drinking. Mentions of abuse. Angst. Fluff. Not proof read so some mistakes, maybe?

WC: 2,324 

Summary: Warren and y/n are childhood friends that were separated when Warren ran away. They meet years later at Xaviers and unspoken feelings bring tension to the group.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

It was the beginning of summer and Y/N and Jubilee’s room was lit up with different colored Christmas lights, despite it being way too early for them. You’d think that they were just excited for the holiday but it wasn’t for that purpose. Y/N and her friends thought it would be a good idea to throw a little party to celebrate the summer. They were just waiting for Scott and the other guys to get back from getting pizza and snacks for the party.

The girls were busy chatting while waiting for the guys to get back. This was a rare occasion because they barely had enough time to themselves because of all the x-men stuff they had to do. For Jubilee, this was the perfect time for gossip.

“Hey Jean, what’s the deal with you and Summers? Are you like official or are you guys still going on with the no label thing?” She asked as she was painting her nails a bright pink.

“Are you for real, Jubes?” Jean laughs “What does it matter if Scott and I are official or not? We’re taking things slow.”

“Of course it matters! What if some girl swoops in and takes Scott away from you?” Jubilee says a little too exaggerated.

“Scott and I are fine the way we are. What you should be worried about is Y/N and Warren!” Jean says eyeing you with a smirk.

 “What about us? We’re just friends! We have been since we were kids!” A blush creeps onto your face as you try to hide it by looking down on your nails.

“Oh come on, y/n, even I see it.” Ororo laughs before she continues. “I see the look on his face every time he sees you. I don’t have to be a mind reader to know how he feels about you.”

“Oh and don’t forget to mention the way these two keep flirting with each other all the time! You can actually cut through the tension between those two! The question is though, is it romantic tension or sexual tension?” Jubilee Chimes in.

“Oh shut up you guys. Warren and I are just friends. We’ve known each other since before he ran away and ended up in those cage fights. We’re just- I don’t know making up for lost time, I guess?” You say a little bashfully.

“By flirting constantly and being so clingy with each other?” Jean asks teasingly.

“I-I don’t know what you guys are talking about.” Somebody knocks on the door and you’re thankful that this conversation was over. For now.

Jubilee opens the door to reveal the boys with the drinks and food. Warren sets the bag he was carrying by the others and goes directly to your side of the room. He plops down beside you and wraps his arms on your waist. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Jubilee and the others.

“Hey, kitten, missed me?” Warren says as he buries his face on the crook of your neck.

“Hey yourself, bird boy.” You say as you push him away laughing. “You weren’t gone for long, Ren.”

“It was long enough for Summers over there.” He says looking over at Scott who was giving him a disapproving look.

“Come on guys let’s hurry up. I wanna spend more time with Jean.” Peter says with his Scott impression. A pillow was thrown in his direction, but Peter was just too fast for it to hit him. “Nice try, Scotty.”

----

After the first box of pizza was gone, Jubilee thought it was a good idea to play a little drinking game. Her idea, “never have I ever”. Of course everyone was okay with it because why wouldn’t they want to play a game that could end with them drunk and knowing their friends’ secrets. They sat in a circle with Warren and Peter on either side of y/n. A bottle of tequila was set in the middle of the group.

“Okay, never have I ever gone skinny dipping.” Jean says and half of the group put a finger down. Scott, Peter, Warren, and Jubilee all take a shot of tequila before telling their stories.

The game went on for about an hour before it was Jubilee’s turn. You knew she was going to target you and get you to confess your feelings for Warren.

“Me next! Never have I ever been in love with a close friend.” Jubilee says as she sees Jean, Warren, Scott, Peter, and y/n put a finger down and they all take turns taking a shot. “We all know Scott and Jean’s story, and I think I can speak for everyone when I say that I don’t want to hear it. No offense. I want to hear the others!”

“Yeah, no. It’s too embarrassing. Just give me two more shots of that tequila.” You say as you reach for the shot glass.

“Boo! Kill joy. What about you two?” Jubilee points to Warren and Peter.

“All I can say is that she’s one of my closest friends here.” Peter says as he looks at you and winks. The others started cheering him on. Warren absentmindedly put his arm around your shoulder as he looked over at Peter.

“You like y/n/n?” Warren asks his brows furrowed.

“I mean yeah, I did. We had a brief fling back before you guys even came here.” Peter shrugs.

“Wait, when did this happen?” Jean asks, confusion evident on her face.

“Ugh Peter, it was supposed to be a secret. Remember?” You say as you bury your face in your palms. Warren’s jaw clenched from her answer.  “It was before Jubilee became my roommate. I had a crush on Peter and he felt the same way. Long story short it didn’t really end well.”

“Yeah. Well it was just too weird. Everything with her felt so platonic.” Peter chuckled.

“So wait, is that the “too embarrassing” story you didn’t want to tell us, y/n?” Ororo asks.

“Well, uhm no. And I’m not telling.” You say looking down on the ground.

“Well what about you, Warren?” Kurt asks looking at Warren who smirks.

“She’s right here.” Warren says pulling you closer to him. Jean and Jubilee squeal from the revelation. “When we were kids that is. I liked her a lot back then. Almost didn’t run away because of her.”

“Yeah, but you did anyway.” You say a little too bitterly. You took his arm off of you.

“What? You’d rather me stay with my abusive parents? Besides I thought you’d understand why I had to. I don’t understand why you’re still pissed about that.” Warren raises his brows.

“Well, Warren, you fucking left without even saying goodbye, so yeah, I’d be pretty pissed about that." You say taking a swig of beer. “You know what, let’s just drop it.”

“I don’t want to drop it. You’ve been avoiding this topic ever since you and I found each other here.” Warren says as he turns to face you.

“I said drop it, Warren. I don’t want to talk about it.” You say about to take another swig of beer before you hear Scott whisper something to Jean.

“I think I liked it better when these two were all lovey-dovey.”

“I heard that, Scott. In case you forgot, my mutation doesn’t just allow me to turn into any feline I want, it also has all of my senses heightened.” You glare at Scott.

“Okay calm down, kitty cat. Summers has a point for once. We’re here to chill out not watch you two fighting.” Jubilee says as she reaches over for the bottle of tequila. “Let’s just continue on with this game.”

“I’m done with this game. Sorry.” You stand up only to be pulled back down by Warren.

“Oh come on, y/n, don’t be like that. I’m sorry.” Warren says still holding your wrist.

“Okay. Fine. You want me to play? I’ll answer the stupid question. That’s what you want right, Jubes? You just want me to finally confess my feelings.” You say pulling your hand away from Warren’s grip, looking at Jubilee. She shakes her head.

“Look if you don’t want to, we don’t mind. Just calm down.” Jubilee says. The others fall silent.

“Was I ever in love with a close friend? Yes. He was my best friend and I have been in love with him for as long as we’ve been friends. But he broke my heart because he left without even saying goodbye. No explanations or anything. It was just like I never even mattered to him at all. All that talk about how I was the only person he cares about, yeah I started to think that was bull shit. Years of not even a single letter or letting me know he’s alright, and then I see him on the news as one of the four horsemen of the fucking apocalypse. What a great way to find out that the guy you’ve been in love with was alive right? When he came here, I was ready to put everything behind me, because I thought what matters now is that we’re together again. But no I can’t put that shit behind me because no matter how much he flirts with me, no matter how much clingy he gets, that won’t make up for how he made me feel all those years because it fucking hurts.” You couldn’t stop your tears from falling so you just let them. Everyone was still silent all eyes on you. Warren was frozen. He didn’t know what to do or say. He just sat there staring at you. “That’s why I’ve been avoiding this for so long. That’s why I’ve been so pissed about it every time you bring it up. I am hopelessly; irretrievably in love with you, Warren. More than you know. So there, I hope you finally get the answer you want.”

You get up and walk out of your own room. Not knowing where you’d go. Back in the room, Warren was still frozen in place eyes glued to the door. It was only until Jean called out to him that he snapped out of it.

“Did any of you guys know about this?” Warren asks.

“We knew she had a thing for you but we didn’t know that it stemmed from all that.” Jubilee says eyes falling on the ground. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed anything.”

“It’s fine. She’ll be fine. I uh, I’ll go find her. I guess.” Warren says as he gets up to look for you.

He didn’t take long to find you. He knew you’d be on the balcony overlooking the lake. Your back was facing him as you were staring up into the sky.

“Hey, Kitten.” Warren says as he walks cautiously towards you. He stands beside you, leaning over the railings.

“Hey.” You answer without even looking at him.

“Look, I’m sorry for leaving. I didn’t think how it would affect you. I had enough of my parents that I didn’t think about it anymore. I just left. Not realizing that you’d be hurt.” He says looking up at the sky.

“I wish I told you back then how I felt because I was pretty much in love with you. Maybe that way you would have stayed.” You say still not wanting to see his face.

“I wish I did too. I just assumed you wouldn’t be into me that way. I loved you, y/n. So much. I was just selfish.” He says causing you to snap your head to look at him.

“Oh. Well aren’t we a pair of idiots.” You chuckle lowly.

“Yeah. But hey we’re here now.” He says meeting your eyes. His gorgeous green eyes, that always held so much emotion, now only filled with regret.

“If I told you how I felt back then, would you have given me a chance?” You ask hopefully. Eyes not leaving his.

“No.”

“Oh. Well it’s a good thing I didn’t.” You look back at the sky. Staring into the moon as tears threatened to fall once again.

“I mean, it’s nothing to do with you. I would have said yes in a heartbeat, but things weren’t really in our favor back then. I didn’t want you getting wrapped up in all of my family drama.” Warren says as he reaches out for you. He turns your face to look at him again. “I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I don’t think it was the right time for us. It would have ended up with us getting hurt. We’re lucky we found each other again, y/n/n. If you still feel that way about me, then please give me a chance.”

“You clearly weren’t listening to what I said earlier.” You laugh a bit before caressing his cheek. “Yes, Ren. I still love you.”

He leans down to kiss you and you instantly kiss him back. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands find his way to your waist. He pulls you closer as the kiss deepens. His lips felt like heaven and you’ve been dreaming about this moment ever since he came into the mansion. The kiss was full of longing and want, it felt right. You pull away breathless, looking into his eyes. Your foreheads touching.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Warren.” You smile up at him, heart still fluttering. He pulls you into his chest.

“I’m sorry for everything. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He says as he plants a kiss on the top your head.

“I know.”

“We should head back. They’re probably wondering what happened to us.” Warren scratches the back of his head with a bashful look on his face.

“In a while. Let’s enjoy this moment a little longer.” You say as you wrap your arms around him again. He wraps his wings around you both.

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[mcheang]

Lila the evil witch

Inspired by the Disney evil sorceresses: Mother Gothel, Ursula, the Evil Queen...what if Lila was an illusionist...but what was she after? The Disney villains were literally after a physical component: hair, voice, heart... the exception was Queen La of the Leopardman, she wanted Jane’s Husband

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK STORY...involving religion and exorcism.

The Daughter of Mrs Rossi was dead.

Inhabiting her youthful skin was an evil witch’s spirit named Lila. She even legally changed the name of the diplomat’s Daughter.

In the past; Lila had posed as a sweet Wiccan in an American village, living humbly. But she wanted more! (Inspired by Sarah Ravencroft from Scooby-Doo)

Lila was in truth a witch, and she longed to have the materialistic desires that everyone else desired. She was just willing to risk her soul in the process.

Lila cast love spells on the richest boy, causing him to obsess over her. She stole the beauty of the fairest maidens in the land to heighten her own. And those that opposed her soon found themselves sick.

It was the second issue that got the reverend concerned. His own daughter had suddenly gone from pretty to having burned skin.

He prayed in the Church for wisdom and guidance.

And perhaps it truly was holy intervention that caused a hypnotizing ray of moonlight to lead the reverend into the woods where he found Lila the Witch preparing a bath in a sunken pit of dark liquid. (Inspired from the book Another Faust where Belle took a painful chemical bath to maintain her beauty and allure.)

It was a repulsive bath. There was nothing so horrifying as the smell of blood, but there were crushed butterfly wings floating on it.

The reverend had seen enough. Lila was no innocent Wiccan; but a witch!

He wanted to expose her right there and then, but Lila had the male youth population on her side and was engaged to a very wealthy lad.

The reverend left the witch to her evil bath salts without alarming her to his presence.

So, the reverend gathered trusted adults for a secret plot to drive out the witch to the community.

He waited till the next moonlit night to lead them to the sunken pit and there they exposed Lila as a witch.

Lila snarled at them and raced out, her stinking naked body painted red. The men raced after her, determined not to let the evil escape.

They succeeded when one of their own threw a pitchfork at her torso. Lila lay dying in agony.

The villagers gathered around her in grim triumph.

But Lila had the last laugh, while she mocked them about their daughters’ disfigurements, she secretly cast a spell so her soul would not leave the earth. She knew hell awaited her for her crimes.

But being a disembodied soul is no picnic. And yet Lila knew currently, the judge’s Daughter was wasting away in bed from her curses.

Lila waited until the girl’s soul had passed on, before moving in on the still warm body.

When the judge returned from the witch hunt, he was jubilant that his Daughter had been cured.

Lila played her role carefully, lest she arouse suspicion again. She waited years before deciding to move to another town. By this time, Lila’s stolen body was middle-aged. She kept her eyes out for young blood.

And so it went on, Lila looked for a body with a wonderful lifestyle for her to steal. With her acting skills, it was a breeze. The few who noticed were silenced.

Of course, there were the other magical folk who realized what she was. The goody kind sought to exorcise her. They never succeeded.

One day, she came across a diplomat’s Daughter. She had a good life. A sufficient allowance, fabulous travels around the world, and little parent monitoring. She became Lila’s next victim.

After a couple of countries later, she legally changed her name.

Then Mrs Rossi announced they were moving to Paris. Lila initially had some concerns. The Miraculous were ancient relics lost to time. But given Hawkmoth’s failures and the heroes’ inexperience, Lila suspected they were not well versed in identifying magical creatures.

She studied her talented new class, looking for possible new victims. Living a life of travel was fun and all, but it wasn’t fully luxurious.

Obviously those with artistic talent like Marinette, Nathaniël and Kitty Section were out.

To be fair, the only viable candidate was Chloe. The girl was served hand and foot and got to be mean! That sounded ideal to Lila.

But, with Hawkmoth around, Lila suspected the mayor would get akumatized trying to cure her. Or even Sabrina.

Ugh, she’ll have to wait till he is busted then. What a bummer. Who knows how long that will take?

In the meantime, Lila might as well have some fun. Her gullible classmates were her new servants. But Adrien and Marinette kept their distance.

You see, upon first sight, the kwamis saw her for what she really was and warned their holders to be cautious. Thankfully they were strong enough to counter whatever magic tricks Lila could come up with.

Lila didn’t do that though, she relied on her lying talents.

As a result, Marinette never got the chance to spy on Adrien once Tikki strongly told her to not raise the liar’s suspicions.

Also, Plagg thoroughly was alarmed by this Lila girl and warned Adrien to keep his distance while they were separated in the library, and don’t let her take anything that belonged to him. As a result, the book is safe. And Lila doesn’t have a chance to be akumatized.

Ladybug and Chat Noir discussed how to exorcise her. It would take joint efforts but the original soul inhabiting Lila’s body was gone. After the exorcisement, the body would be a corpse.

The action itself was simple, Lila was physically no match for them. All Ladybug had to wind her magical yo-yo string around her and let its magic nullify Lila’s own. (Tikki’s magic can’t do that for Nooroo’s akumas) then all Chat had to do was literally push her with his baton.

Plagg’s power would destroy whatever was anchoring Lila’s soul and force her out.

But how to go about it? In public? In private? How do they convince Mrs Rossi her real Daughter is dead and an evil spirit now possesses her body?

No, the real daughter of Mrs Rossi deserves to be given closure. Her Mother should be mourning for her real daughter, not the Lila ghost!

Ladybug and Chat Noir brought in Alya’s help for this, as well as tell her Ladybug is so not BFFs with Lila!

Lucky charm: an actual recent video of the real Miss Rossi at the zoo for her birthday. Apparently she has an intense fear of snakes.

Ladybug and Chat Noir visit Mrs Rossi at work and ask to speak with her in private. Mrs Rossi is of course, disbelieving, until Ladybug suggests they use the snake test. If Lila acts as Mrs Rossi expects her to, they won’t perform exorcism. But if she does not, Mrs Rossi will let them go through with it.

Mrs Rossi is still skeptical about this bargain before Ladybug points out that with all the akumas and superpowers, how can she doubt what was happening? Even New York has superheroes!

Mrs Rossi admits she doesn’t want to face the truth that her Daughter has been dead all this time and she never even noticed.

Chat consoles her that she can at least give her real Daughter justice.

Alya and Marinette organize a class field trip to the zoo.

Mrs Rossi disguises herself as a zoo attendant.

Lila is paired with Alya to study the snake exhibit. Lila shows no apprehension whatsoever.

At the dim, empty snake exhibit, Ladybug and Chat Noir act. Lila shrieks and demands to know their reason behind this. She pleads for Alya to intervene but Alya just stands back, with the zoo attendant. Both watching silently as Chat Noir gently pushes her with his baton.

Lila’s body collapses. And a visible spirit manifests, still trapped by the yo-yo.

The spirit of Lila the witch is no longer youthful, and they finally see what her real form looks like. An ancient, withered hag snarling and screeching in hatred and agony.

Mrs Rossi condemns Lila for killing her Daughter.

Lila spits at her. “What can I say? A Daughter with little to none parental attention? She was such easy bait! I’ve been here for years and you never noticed.”

Mrs Rossi flinched at the accusation.

Alya stepped forward. “And what about Marinette? Were you going to target her too?”

Lila laughed. “I target those with envy-inducing lifestyles. Marinette may have the connections but she’s no Chloe. I was waiting till Hawkmoth was defeated before I took care of her. Marinette though, was open game. I don’t tolerate people who call me a liar.”

Chat: you are a liar.

Lila glares hatefully at the heroes. “You won’t win. I’ll be back, and when I do, I’ll kill everyone you love.”

Chat: yeah, I don’t think so.

He plunges his baton through her spirit, into the earth. The baton channels the evil spirit away from the earth. In the afterlife, there are 2 paths. Lila obviously has shown no repentance...her destination is obvious.

Back at the zoo, Mrs Rossi weeps for her Daughter. The heroes assure her that Lila is gone and won’t return. Alya is preparing to tell her class the news. They decided to keep this matter private. Mrs Rossi isn’t ready for this to be public.

The fake story: Lila suffered a sudden stroke.

The class wants to hold a funeral but Mrs Rossi insists on going back home immediately. She can’t stand the thought of the class mourning for that horrible ghost. They never knew her real Daughter.

Oh, and btw, Plagg finally convinced Adrien to take pictures of the book and send the information to the Guardian.

[marril96]

Leather in Red

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Rowena's encouragement to give in to one of your fantasies leads to a night of fun and discoveries about how deep your desires go.

Warning: NSFW

Editor: @impala-1979​

*****

"Go on," Rowena coaxed, eager, impatient. "Do it."

The whip was shaking in your hand. It was black as night, leather — genuine, for Rowena would accept nothing else — soft and smooth, a caress against your skin, the object as beautiful as it was frightening.

It seemed easier when it was a fantasy. An idea you had no intentions of pulling out of your head until one day you did and, much to your surprise, Rowena seemed as interested as you and wanted to give it a try.

"Naughty lass," she'd teased you as your cheeks burned and your eyes kept wandering away from hers, unable to face her. Unwilling to, for there was only so much embarrassment you could take.

After all, it wasn't every day that your girlfriend found out you'd fantasized about whipping her, about having her at your mercy and giving her none. Every time you were by yourself and your finger reached for your clit, it was those images that brought you to the edge of pleasure. Rowena at your feet, her pale, white body adorned with welts. Whimpering. Writhing. Begging for more — and oh, gods, there was more. There was always more, and it always felt the best — almost as good as the real thing.

Sometimes better.

You’d written it off as nothing more than silly daydreams. Something your mind had conjured up to spice up your alone time, to make it juicier. To make you come undone without hassle. Never in your wildest dreams, though, did you think Rowena would be into it. That she would all but demand you try it out. She saw it as a challenge, yet another shiny toy to play with in the bedroom like many before it.

Rowena MacLeod was picky about a lot of things, but when it came to the bedroom, she was willing to try anything. She had her dos and don'ts, her limits and preferences, but she was up for giving anything a try. Nothing was too much for her, and nothing was too out of the ordinary.

If it involved sex, she was interested.

"Don't be shy, darling." Her voice was as patient as it was teasing. She licked her lips, flicked her tongue over them in such a way that you imagined it on you, in you, boiling hot against your dripping pussy.

"I'm no-I just…" You swallowed. Eyed the whip in your trembling hand. Swallowed again.

Rowena's brows furrowed. "What's the matter? Have you changed your mind?" Disappointment flickered over her face; she quickly smoothed it out with a smile, one of those kind, caring ones that made you fall in love with her. "We don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"It's not that," you said. "It's just… What-what if I hurt you?"

She smirked, a cat that got the cream. A naughty, teasing cat, and you were the squirming mouse in her paws. "Dear, I think you will find that's the entire point of this ordeal."

Heat spilled into your cheeks. Embarrassment at your weakness, at your insecurity. "N-no, I mean, what if I hit you too hard?"

"I've got my safe word."

"Right." Just as you'd discussed. "But still—"

"Don't you worry your pretty wee head about me," she cut in. "I know what I'm getting into, and I'm perfectly fine with it. I thought for sure you would be, too. Isn't this what you wanted?"

She was looking at you, expecting an answer. Expecting a yes, for it was exactly what you'd wanted, what you'd daydreamed of for years.

Thinking of it, though, and actually doing it were two entirely different things.

Gulping, you gave a small nod.

"Good," Rowena said. "Now relax and do it." Her eyes found yours, locked with them in a stare so intense it almost — almost — scared you. "Hit me."

"Okay."

"Good girl."

You couldn't hold back a smile. Her praise never ceased to fill your heart with warmth.

"Turn around," you said, as you did in your fantasies.

Rowena raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not obeying — not yet. She was never one to do what was asked of her. It made the game all the more fun.

"Now," you ordered firmly, tightening the whip in your hand.

She blinked, a sweet, innocent girl. As if. "And if I refuse?"

"I'll have to punish you." It felt silly saying it out loud, but you stood your ground. Willed your face to remain stern, serious.

Rowena laughed, a sugary-sweet sound that reeked of mockery. "Is that so?"

"Uh-huh."

She snorted.

You grit your teeth, irritation coiling in your veins. "Turn around, Rowena."

"If you want me to turn around," she purred like the teasy, naughty kitty she was, "you are going to have to make me."

Your pussy throbbed at the thought. Images you'd gotten off to so many times filled your brain. Rowena's pale body red with welts. Lips begging for mercy and eyes, stubborn, begging for more. Heat pooled up in your stomach, sliding lower ever so slightly the more you pondered on it.

Giving into the fantasy, you swung the whip. It cracked against Rowena's skin as deliciously as you'd always imagined it. One of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

She hissed, and for a moment your heart swelled with worry, with fear that overrode all your other sensations. Had you hurt her? Had you caused her pain — the kind she hadn't wanted?

A smirk as wide as her ego spilled across her mouth, and all your fears dissipated in a flash. She eyed her shoulder, where a welt the color of her nails was blossoming. A stark contrast to the milky white of her skin. She laid her finger over it.

You wished it was your finger there. Wished you were the one to trace the reddening. To feel it, play with it. Admire your work up close.

Soon, you told yourself. The game had only just begun.

"Is that the best you got?" Rowena asked in a bored tone. A challenge, a dare for you to try harder, do better.

What a lady wanted, a lady shall receive.

You struck her again, this time across the chest, a tad harder. The bruise bloomed up instantly, a rich, beautiful red. Heat burned down at you, bit at your quivering pussy. A bit too fast, but who could blame you? Rowena was at your mercy, bare just for you. Inviting. Enticing. Yours to do what you wanted with, and gods, did you want to do more. So much more.

Rowena blinked nonchalantly.

You laid down another lashing, right across the second one. This elicited a yelp, a squeaky little whine that brought a smile to your mouth.

"You've been a very bad girl," you said.

Pride flashed across her face. "The worst."

"The worst," you agreed. "You should be punished."

"I should."

"Turn around."

She pouted.

You held up the whip. "Now."

Eyes once again finding yours, she slowly turned around. Her back was art, a canvas of milk and freckles that dotted it like stars. Perfect. Untouched. Unclaimed.

Until now.

The whip struck almost as if it had a mind of its own, your hand nothing but an instrument, a tool helping it do what it was supposed to. Rowena breathed. Her skin flushed on impact. Your pussy tensed, writhed, throbbed like a heart. An overly excited, enthusiastic heart.

To think you used to be ashamed of these fantasies.

"I'm afraid," you said, breath hitching in your throat as your heart raced in sync with your pussy, "you still haven't learned your lesson."

Another crack of the whip. Another red line across that beautiful back, a thing of beauty itself.

"Maybe you're a bad teacher," Rowena teased.

That earned her another strike, and elicited a gasp, which was followed by a laugh. Taunting. Mocking. Proud.

"You're not making it any easier for yourself," you said, striking her again. The crack of the leather against her skin sent shockwaves through you, turned your blood to lava. Your pussy was drenched, the slick dripping down your thighs. To think you were supposed to be the one in control here.

As if.

When it came to your body, Rowena always had the last word. Willingly or not.

"Who said I want it easy?" she purred.

You imagined that delicate, delicious little mouth on your pussy, sucking you up, drinking you dry. Pushing you over the edge you were so close to already.

"Fair point." She was always a complicated creature. As naughty as she was beautiful. An angel and a demon all in one.

"Enjoying yourself?" she asked with a chuckle.

You rubbed your thighs together, craving friction. Yearning for it like an addict. "A bit." You tried for it to come out nonchalant, but the tremble in your voice, the traitor, gave you away.

Rowena snickered.

You lashed at her, painting more red amidst a sea of white. Pushing the heat all the way down so it swallowed your pussy whole, made it beg for release.

Damn it! It was too soon. You weren't done playing — you'd only just started. Damn Rowena for convincing you to go through with this. Damn your body for being so into it.

Sensing your struggle, Rowena looked back. "A problem, dear?"

"Nope."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Her eyes traced the slick on your thighs. Lips curled into that naughty smirk. "So you are not dripping wet?"

You rolled your eyes.

"I take it you are about to come. Or are you already coming?"

"Shut up!" You struck her lower back, and the little hiss that left her mouth only made the pressure worse.

She laughed. "I have to say it's impressive. I haven't even touched you, and here you are, drenched to the bone. If I'd known it was this easy, I'd have let you whip me a long time ago."

If you'd known it was going to be this easy, you would have told her about your kink a long time ago.

Even in your fantasies, it took a bit of time for you to get into it, to warm up. In person, it was almost instantaneous. Magic, one could describe it as.

Not entirely surprising for Rowena herself was magic personified. There was nothing the woman couldn't do to you. All it took was one look, and you were hers. Under her spell. A willing slave bursting with pleasure.

You cracking the whip didn't change that. She still had control over you. Still ruled your body without so much as a single word. She just did, and you loved and hated it all at once, and you never wanted it to end.

There was no better feeling than being hers. No greater state of being.

You swung the whip again. And again, and again, and again, and each crack and accompanying hiss and moan brought you closer to the edge. It was akin to an ache, but a pleasant one, one you craved, wanted, needed.

Even so, you did your best to hold back; you wouldn't come without her touching you. Without her finishing what you'd started. It would only be fair, after all the pain you'd inflicted on her.

But, gods, it was hard. Your body begged for release, screamed for it with every nerve.

Noticing your struggle, Rowena said, "It's okay, darling. You can give in."

"No," you said, defiant. "I can hold it. We're not done yet."

"Och, we are totally not. But you're so close already. Take care of yourself this time, and next time I will take care of you."

"You sure?" She always did it for you. You always wanted her to.

"Aye. Go on. Let me hear that beautiful voice."

So you did. You relaxed, flicked your clit with a single finger, and allowed the pleasure to ravage you. It came in a wave of heat, so hot it burned, but it burned so good, and, gods, you never wanted it to stop. Your clit pulsated, nerves going off like fireworks. Pussy throbbed. Thighs shook as a new trickle of slick coated them. Mouth fell wide with satisfied moans.

"That's my girl," Rowena said, licking her lips.

You imagined that pretty pink tongue on you, inside of you.

Soon. This was just round one. The night was still young.

"God, Rowena," you moaned as the high subsided, still rubbing your clit, wishing the sensations back. Impatient for the next ones. "I never knew… I…"

She chuckled. "Seems you've found your niche."

That was one way to put it. "Guess so."

"Ready to continue?"

You breathed in and out. Steadied your legs. "Only if you are."

"I'm good with a few more lashes."

"Perfect. Turn around."

"Okay. But dear?"

You raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not god. I prefer queen."

*****

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[my-headcanons-academia]

Uraraka friends + friendship hc

• Uraraka isn't "The popular girl" but everyone knows her and she knows everyone because she's soft, comforting and friendly. Also just a people-pleasing extrovert who charges by helping others. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew villains, realises it's them mid-fight and stops everything to talk them down from whatever crime they're doing. And even scarier, the villains listen. • She flirts with her friends endlessly but in a really vanilla way since it's all in good fun and it stays within boundaries, if they flirt back she will get very blushy and her forever-pink cheeks go red, but she doesn't stop, she just ups it while her whole face is blushing until she runs out of things to say and ends up shakily blowing a kiss and winking as she's processing all the nice things said.

• After the Sports Festival she asked Bakugou to spar. She wants to get better and she sees him as a goal, if she can solidly beat him in a fight then she can definitely know she's improved.

And I can easily imagine Bakugou agreeing, he wants to get better too and he respects others wanting to get better too. What he did not expect was she was learning to fight with knives and how stubborn she really is.

Well, he knew she was stubborn at the sports festival, if she could still move, even just barely, then she can still fight. He respects that even more. Both of these bitches need to learn to not push past their limits.

They goad each other so much. Uraraka can be mean when she wants to, saying things that probably aren't true but she knows she'll get a reaction out of it. She is terrified as she says it, but she knows this is what makes it challenging and the challenge is what she's here for. But usually she just says stuff like,

"How did I lose to you before? If you fight like this you have no chance of surpassing even Mineta,"

He is the only one who has seen her swear and no one believes him. It pisses him off exponentially.

• Her love language is quality time but also gift-giving which sucks because she is very poor. She actually becomes friends with Hatsune Mei from the support class as they both like to come up with creative and tailored ways to help individual people and come up with stuff they like!

After they become friends, Mei's latest inventions always have a hint of Uraraka in them, be they pink, somehow more adventurous than anything Mei could come up with on her own, or suspiciously some glitter thrown here and there.

When Mei is building stuff, Uraraka just sits there and listens to her ramble and work, she paints little hello kitty faces on desks, machines and even screws, it's basically her trademark.

• She has multiple alarms on her phone. As well as Iida's "good morning" messages at 5AM, she has alarms for 7am. 7:01am, 7:02am, 7:03am, 7:04am, 7:05am, 7:0- curse living far away so she has to take the train, or she'd be able to sleep in longer. but she always lets Iida know she does appreciate the sentiment. • She absolutely steals from the school cafeteria. Have you seen all that fancy expensive food? She won't steal much, just what she needs and it's the extra food that no one misses. Either she makes a deal with the chef about letting her have some leftovers or the chef would have no idea she's doing it. Even if they noticed some food missing, who's really going to suspect the cute pink bubbly friend-shaped Uraraka? Anyone else who's poor. That's who.

• She's not the mum friend, she's the aunt friend who will make sure everyone is safe and sound before doing something questionably illegal but since it's questionable she can plead ignorance.

• She and Iida get on very well despite being very different. They're both very nice, stubborn, emotional and passionate people yes, but Iida has no idea what the hell she is saying when she quotes memes. She's poor and a teenager, of course she goes to the internet for serotonin

"Uraraka I do not recall locating the barbeque condiment on your chest, what do you mean?"

"who is 'Deez' do I know them? You talk a lot about their nut collection, which is it almonds? peanut?"

"URARAKA THROWING ME THE PRINTER WHEN I ASKED FOR MY LOCKER KEYS IS RECKLESS AND DANGEROUS."

Poor boy went out "on the town" with her and they stopped at Mcdonalds, he looked completely out of place he had no idea what was happening, he just kept looking to Uraraka for guidance why there was a plastic figurine of a character from a recent movie among his food items. • She snorts when she laughs and she used to be really embarrassed by it but one day Mina and Tsuyu heard it while they were hanging out in her room and they found it so adorable they kept making her laugh to try to hear it again. She snorts more now, everyone is happy with this development.

• She has made plans before to mug Iida. In a friendly way of course. She would mug Momo but Momo loves gift giving and gives Uraraka pretty much anything she asks for anyways Momo is called "Sugar-Mommy in Uraraka's contacts. She was planning to mug Shouto before he joined the dekusquad and she found out he has a piece of shit dad and instead steals Enji's credit card.

She pays her bills with Endeavours money.

She also fucks around with it, like orders an entire truckload of All Might merch to be delivered to Endeavour, she changes every password she can, hires people to "re-decorate" Endeavours room to an All-Might-Stans-Fever-Dream and Endeavour was about to hound Shouto about it until he realises he's been inside nearby all day and would never have had a chance to order any of this.

Any money she doesn't spend on her family or herself, she spends on her friends.

• She probably has multiple part-time jobs. She helps her dad at his workplace, floating construction beams when the machines break down and helping where she can. But she doesn't get paid for that.

She does work at a small shop (Lidl is you're British, 7/11 if you're American) by the side of a gas station and she remembers all the employees birthdays and makes them little glittery cards.

• Eventually she works with Tsuyu at a cafe, they actually learn great communication skills there. They make secret signals that mean a certain table needs attention, "this guy is an angry customer, be careful" or someone needs a refill. All of them are of course subtle and it makes them feel like spies with secret missions it's great. These signals carry over into their training too. Everyone, even Aizawa at one point thought they somehow had a telepathic link, that let them know who was behind them or what was a threat the other couldn't have known about, where to go, how quick to go there it was madness.

They also cover each other's shifts without question when they know the other needs the day off. :3

• She makes a point to be soft, it's friendly and approachable, it helps people trust her. Don't get her wrong, she loves cute things, it makes her feel nice and safe, it's familiar and she wants to replicate that feeling, she wants to be able to walk into a room and have people smile because their hearts grow warm. She wants to laugh and giggle and joke with people, she wants to be a walking safe-space people can go to for comfort. She wants to be the hero you go to not only when you're in danger, but when you just need some comfort. She's a rare hero. She's a good one too.

• And when someone makes fun of her for being soft, she can't help but laugh. She apologises for laughing but she finds their ignorance so funny. It takes a lot to be soft and kind, it takes a special kind of person. In this world? In this world villains are a threat to everyone, heroes get corrupt, families are forced out of homes, quirk injustice and discrimination runs rampant, the kids who are too brave, dumb, stupid or desperate for their own good become child-soldiers/heroes, people, good people who try to provide for others the only way they know how, the only way left since legal society won't help them and then get called a villain for it. She's seen it. The fights, the homes destroyed, the families ignored and hushed, the horrible, horrible world. But she won't let that change her.

The world is harsh and cold, that doesn't mean she has to be. She'll be soft in spite of the world, no matter how hard the laws push to divide and destroy and make you rely on them and only them, Uraraka knows the darkness there is in society, in humanity. but more than that she knows she is too stubborn to let that win.

So she enjoys her pink fluffy pillows, enjoys the makeup that she can afford, the sparkly dresses, the cute hairpieces, the hello kitty stationary, her pink rounded hero costume, she'll be friendly to everyone, she'll be nice and kind and thoughtful to everyone, she wants to make the world a safer but also happier place to live in.

Plus when they mistake her kindness for naivety, the best catharsis she gets is when she knocks that smug look off peoples faces for underestimating her..

[ithehellisbucky]

Alpine

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: None

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff. Mentions of someone being hurt and brief discussion about the mistreatment of a cat.

Author’s Note: I haven’t written in so long, I’m so sorry. I suck at fluff apparently, which is a good note. It’s pretty short, sorry about that. Enjoy!

~

James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. The White Wolf. Deadly assassin. Cat person.

This was a secret if you've ever seen one. A shame, constantly hanging over Bucky's head. But you honestly thought it was cute as hell. 

I mean, come on, he's the scariest dude you'll ever meet; but once you break through his surface he's the opposite of terrifying. He's like a burnt marshmallow, rough on the outside and soft on the inside.

So, when you saw his face light up as you walked by a pet store, you set your plan in motion. You are going to get Bucky a cat for his birthday, even if it kills you.

~

It was March 3rd, exactly a week before his birthday when your plan was set in motion. Presents were wrapped, plans were made, and all for the incredible payoff of jack shit.

A pair of socks and a new shirt, absolutely nothing. But the cat, the cat was everything. It was going to seal the deal. It was going to make this the best birthday ever.

His name was Alpine. The cat that Bucky had looked at every day when you passed the glass window. Alpine. A white, scrawny, orphan cat. Not a kitten, but a cat. A cat that would at least make Bucky's day, if not his year.

In the days leading up to Bucky's birthday, you slowly got everything in order. Bought more towels, blankets, and even cat food. Everything was in order, now, and all you needed was the cat.

~

March 10th. Bucky's birthday. The day he simultaneously loved and hated. In one way it reminded him of his life in the 30s, and in the other wasy it did the same, yet only it shone light on a different perspective.

You snuck out of bed at 8 AM. You were positive that Bucky would probably freak out if he woke up to an empty bed, so you wrote him a sweet note that said you were picking up a last-minute gift for him.

It was like something out of a spy movie; you wore a hoodie and sunglasses, in case Bucky went out on a morning run and spotted you (definitely not for the thrill of pretending you were in a James Bond movie).

First, you went to the pet store, not the shop where Alpine stayed, but at a giant pet store. You bought all the things that you couldn't easily smuggle into your apartment. Kitty litter, a crate, a collar, and a tiny little cat toothbrush that was far cuter than a toothbrush had any right to be.

After picking up all of the necessities, you drove to the pet shop. A smile spread onto your cheeks when you saw who was at the window.

It was Bucky, sweating like a pig from what you assumed was his early morning run. He was peering into the window and had a giant smile on his face as his lips formed baby talk (or cat talk I guess, but you assumed it sounded the same).

Waiting for a few minutes to enter the store was no problem, it would all be worth it to see Bucky have that same smile on his face, all day long. 

Once Bucky left the window, you instantly rushed into the store. The woman at the counter had a cheery (if not enthusiastic) look on her face, and you hoped that her service would be as great as her smile.

"Hi, I'm (y/n) Barnes, we spoke on the phone." You exclaim to the woman with a smile.

"Of course, you were seeking to adopt Alpine the cat; correct?" She returned with a grin.

"Yes, that is me," you pull out your ID to show her. 

"Great, it seems like you have most of the paperwork already filled out, if you could just fill out these few forms you'll be all set to take Alpine home." She cheerfully responded.

"Thank you so much." You reply, taking the clipboard she was handing you into your clutches.

It only took about 10 minutes to fill out the forms, and once you handed them to the woman at the counter she looked over them and then said: "Congratulations Mrs. Barnes, you are now a proud pet parent. Do you have a crate to take home Alpine, or would you like to purchase one."

"I have one, if you wouldn't mind that I pop into my car and go grab it." You could barely contain your excitement, just because this gift was for Bucky’s birthday it doesn’t mean that it wasn’t a present for you as well.

You ran to your car at an almost lightning-fast speed, practically walking on sunshine the whole way there.

Once you got back into the store, the clerk was standing right next to the window. On your side of the glass, there were boxes with all the cats and dogs. It was positioned in a way where the side facing the street and the side facing you was glass. The two adjacent walls were made out of wood painted grass green, and the top was open.

There were several pillows and a water bowl in there, and he seemed slightly malnourished. "He was a rescue." The woman exclaims.

"Hm?" You ask, you were too busy looking at Alpine to register what she was saying.

"His old home abused him, eventually animal control found out and rescued him. They put him in a shelter for a couple of weeks, but he was too scared to eat or interact with any of the other cats, so we thought it would be much safer and healthier to have him live here until he got adopted."He's a pretty traumatized cat; we've only had him in for about a month, and he's not a great eater. If you do decide to adopt him, you're going to have to do a lot of work to keep him happy and healthy. I would completely understand if you didn't want to adopt him now, we have several other kittens that would be great for you and your husband."

You didn't have to think at all, you already knew your response. "No thank you, my husband walks past this shop at least once every day, and he loves Alpine. Every time he comes here, his mood instantly brightens. He's been through some shit, and so has Alpine. I think that they could help each other."

Your gaze averted from the woman and down to the white cat in front of you. 

"Alright then, I'll open the crate and you can pick him up and put him there." She exclaimed. 

The moment your fingers touched his fur, the entire world became bleached in sunshine. His fur wasn't soft by any means, but that didn't matter to you. It was obvious that he wasn't taken care of that well, and you felt yourself developing more and more resentment for anyone who helped this beautiful cat become as scared and hurt as he was.

You carefully picked Alpine up and wrapped your arms around him in a way that you hoped made him feel protected. Half-expecting him to freak out and scratch you through your shirt, you were pleasantly surprised when he did none of those things. He just simply cuddled himself closer to your chest.

"He's perfect." You whispered under your breath, just enough to make the women smile lightly.

Gently placing Alpine in the crate, you smile at his small paws prodding around the new space. He mews, and your eyes light up even more.

"Thank you so much," You exclaim with a smile to the shopkeeper.

"No problem, give me a call if you have any problems." You grin, and shake her hand.

You pick up the crate, and Alpine starts mewling at the shaking space around him. "It's okay," Reaching down to put your hand at the opening you smile when he rubs his face against your fingers.

When you walk out the door you wave at the shopkeeper. The two of you make eye contact and exchange a smile. 

As you walk back to your car you try to move as carefully as you can to not swing around the crate too much. When you reach the car you gently put the crate in the back seat. Even though you may want for him to sit next to you in the passenger seat, you know that he could get hurt.

~

When you got home, you asked the old lady named Cynthia in the apartment next to yours to watch Alpine for a little while, just long enough for you to keep Bucky's surprise going.

"Hey baby," You exclaimed as soon as you walked in through the door to your apartment.

Bucky was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book as he ate cereal. You internally winced when you realized that in your haste you had forgotten to make him a special breakfast, or at least picked up some donuts from Krispy Kreme. Bucky would never expect you to cook for him, but it still made you feel bad that he was eating cereal on his birthday.

"Hey doll, how are you doing today." You smile and walk up to him, scooting his chair back and moving to straddle his lap. 

"I'm doing okay, how about you?" You ask, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I'm doing great now." He says with a chuckle. "I was a little bit concerned when I came home and you weren't here, but it's all good."

"Sorry, I was picking you up a present." You kiss him on the lips again.

"Can I open it right now?" He asks, moving in to kiss your neck.

You laugh, and simply respond with, "I'm not your present Bucky, I think you'll like the one I am getting you a whole lot more."

"Nonsense, you being here with me is a gift of itself, everything else is just confetti."

"Awww, baby." You tilt your head to get a better look at the adorable fluffball in front of you. "I am getting you a real present though, and I think you'll like it a lot.

"So... Do you want to unwrap presents now?" 

"Sure, sounds fun." Bucky is trying to play cool, but you can see through his eyes that he’s excited.

"Alright, I'm gonna run into the bedroom and grab them really fast, then we can open them. We'll open the rest of the presents tonight at Pepper's house."

Inside of the closet where you stashed the shirt and socks you giggle thinking about the stunt that you're about to pull on Bucky.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Bucky, happy birthday to you!" You walk in carrying the two presents in your hand, and Bucky looks almost happier than you've ever seen him before. 

Once you set both of the presents down on the ground, Bucky eagerly rips open one of the neatly wrapped packages. The second he sees that there is only a red henley inside, his face falls slightly, but he quickly picks it back up to keep the appearance of excitement on for you.

"It's great Doll, I needed another one." He reaches over and kisses you on the forehead.

He opens the second present, more slowly this time, and pulls it out carefully. His face immediately droops when seeing that it's socks. He puts on a happy face and says, "great, I love it." With as much enthusiasm as he can muster.

You let out a chuckle, even though you feel guilty for making Bucky feel bad. "I'm just kidding Baby, close your eyes and I'll have your real present in a minute."

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief, and he immediately looks guilty the second after.

"C'mon baby, did you think I would play you like that?" You respond with a small chuckle. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes," you exclaim as you lean down to kiss him on the cheek.

After you leave the apartment, you pretend to stomp down the hallway, when in reality all you’re doing is going next door. You carefully knock on the door, and Cynthia opens it up almost immediately.

"Hi, is he doing alright?" You ask with genuine concern.

"Oh lovely, you're very lucky to have him, he's sweet as sugar. My cat, Vera, has taken a liking to him, perhaps you could bring him over some time for a play date?" Even though you had never heard of a cat play date, you were open to the idea.

"Sounds great!" You reply with a smile.

"Splendid, I'll go get him now." She walks back into her apartment only to shortly return with the crate.

She hands you Alpine, and you quickly respond with: "Thank you so much, Cynthia, have a great day!" She then smiles and closes the door.

You walk the few feet back to your apartment, and you open it to a crack. "Hey baby, could you close your eyes for a minute?" Bucky doesn't say anything, and just simply puts a hand over his eyes.

As you open the door, Alpine lets out a meow. You frantically look over at Bucky, but he’s none the wiser.

Once you're fully inside and have the door closed, you set the crate on the ground and open the latch, pulling Alpine out. 

"Keep 'em closed, and let your arms out." Bucky does as you told him to, and you gently place Alpine in his arms.

"You can open them now."

Bucky looks down at the white ball of fur that he's holding, and a smile immediately erupts on his face. "Is it-"

"Yeah, baby, it is." A grin spreads on your features.

Bucky doesn't say anything, just carefully plays with Alpine. He turns him to face him and smiles even more when he sees his cute little whiskers. He begins to talk baby talk to Alpine, and you can't help but giggle at this adorable display.

"His name is Alpine." Bucky looks up at you, and then back at Alpine.

"Well isn't that the perfect name for the perfect cat." He exclaims with the biggest smile you've ever seen him wear. 

He reaches towards you and pulls you closer towards him. You move from facing him, to sitting next to him, and he wraps his human arm around you.

"I love you, sweetheart." He says as he kisses you on the forehead. 

You smile and respond with, "And I love you." As you move your lips towards him to give him a kiss, which he eagerly returns.

After you finish your sweet embrace he turns down to look at the white cat that had cuddled himself into Bucky's arm. "And I love you too, Alpine."

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[custardcove]

Here’s a fifteen-questions meme I stole from my splat-blog! 

I’m not tagging fifteen people, but if you’re a mutual of mine that wants to take part, consider yourself tagged. 

1. Are you named after anyone? 

Pansy: A flower, if that counts! It’s a family tradition for the firstborn.

Ivan: Not exactly. I share a name with some video game character Alice liked the sound of.

Queenie: Sadly not. While I appreciate that my name stands out, sharing a name with one of my ancestors would’ve been a mark of pride.  

Taylor: Mmmnope. I like ‘Taylor’ enough because it starts with a T like Tomiichi, but I wasn’t named after anybody—though you know, as a point of interest, it was meant to rhyme with my brother’s name!

Neo: I was named after my grandmother.

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2. When was the last time you cried? 

Pansy: Aw, man… I try to stay positive around Prim, but I do cry about silly stuff sometimes. Maybe a week ago? Sometimes the past just catches up to you.

Ivan: Longer than I can remember.

Queenie: What an invasive question! I don’t think that’s any of your business. I do not cry frequently.

Taylor: Now why’d you want to know a thing like that? I think I’ll keep it to myself!

Neo: Mind your own business.

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3. Do you have kids?

Pansy: Have you met Primrose? That’s my daughter. She’s really sweet, but she’s also quite shy, so please keep that in mind.

Ivan: This is a difficult question to answer. I’d say no. I don’t think granting someone’s wish makes me a father.

Queenie: Not yet. I intend to.

Taylor: Woah, no! Do I look responsible enough to be a dad? Ahah…

Neo: No. I would rather not.

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4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

Pansy: I try not to, er, I’m not so great at it. And it’s kinda mean.

Ivan: I get reprimanded for being sarcastic. It happens regularly.

Queenie: What do you think?

Taylor: There’s always room for some well-placed sarcasm!

Neo: Any time I make a joke.

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5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? 

Pansy: I try to get a good read on folks—so, I guess their whole profile? That’s before I start looking at their individual features. If something sticks out to me from there, I’ll focus on that—but not in a mean way! Like, seeing someone’s smile, or if they’re carrying something, or their size, or claws. That’s what I mean.

Ivan: Their aura. It’s not difficult for me to discern a person’s moral alignment, and that’s important for my role.

Queenie: Their posture, how they walk, how they talk. It’s important for a first impression and can often be an indication of status. Or, perhaps more importantly, an indication of their intent…

Taylor: Their mood! I don’t want to step on the toes of anyone that’s angry, and happier people are more likely to give you the time of day, you know? Improving someone’s low mood is great too, but I have to gauge my limits.

Neo: I’m not known for noticing people. How social they are, I suppose.

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6. What’s your eye colour? 

Pansy: Psychic pink! They do that thing where they get more vivid when I use my powers—just the psychic ones, though. And I don’t use those too much ‘cause I risk a headache… still, I like my eyes.

Ivan: Brown, orange.

Queenie: Smoky Quartz.

Taylor: Brown. You know, like coffee? If I were a coffee, I think I’d be a Caffe Latte. … But, yeah they’re darker than that.

Neo: …I don’t mind my eyes being green as much as my hair.

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7. Scary movie or happy ending? 

Pansy: Don’t mind either one, but I’d prefer a happy ending, even in a scary movie. That said, there are scary movies I just won’t watch, so I guess happy endings win out.

Ivan: I don’t waste much time watching films unless I’m asked to, but I prefer a happy ending. A good story is the most important, though.

Queenie: Happy endings are far too sappy and saccharine, but I can’t say I receive much thrill from horror either. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy watching them … my favourite part of a movie is criticizing it.

Taylor: Happy endings, please! I can’t understand why anyone would want to scare themselves – unless it’s silly fun, but that’s different. Y’know, not that I scare easy or anything…

Neo: Scary movies tend to be more interesting, but… I don’t have anything against happy endings. Horror isn’t my genre, either, unless it’s psychological.

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8. Any special talents? 

Pansy: I have a bit of a green thumb!

Ivan: That all depends on your perspective.

Queenie: I’m an excellent piano player.

Taylor: People tell me I’ve got a lot of charisma, and I consider that a talent!

Neo: I suppose converting myself into digital matter could be considered a talent.

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9. Where were you born? 

Pansy: A town not so different from Erryton, actually! It’s not far.

Ivan: Great question.

Queenie: Enigma Island, not far from Thorn’s Peak.

Taylor: Would you believe me if I told you I couldn’t remember? Aha. I know we moved when I was really young.

Neo: Doesn’t matter.

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10. What are your hobbies? 

Pansy: Well, like I mentioned, I quite like doing plant stuff. I used to sketch ‘em and make notes about ‘em too, but I stick more to the practical side these days. I also like to bake! Mainly pies, cakes and cookies.

Ivan: I play the flute and cithara. Next question.

Queenie: I have a wide array of hobbies. I enjoy painting, reading, and  playing the piano—as I have already mentioned. While I’m not … particularly adept at sewing, I practice cross-stitch on occasion. I also like to write poetry, and take a bit of interest in botany…

Taylor: Most of my hobbies have some aspect of music tied to them—I like playing the guitar, mixing tracks, and just listening to albums. But I also like playing videogames and taking apart machinery for fun. I can even help people fix things! Er, sometimes.

Neo: I read comics and watch movies, like most people. You wouldn’t be interested.

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11. Do you have any pets?

Pansy: Not anymore, but I’ve had two cats – Mr Ravioli in my childhood home, and then Kiki later on. I’ve considered getting another, but I think I should wait until Primmy is a little older…

Ivan: No.

Queenie: Estelle! She’s a darling little kitty-cat and I love her so. <3

Taylor: One dog, a shibe—my father bred his, and I got a puppy. Tadashi!

Neo: My brother makes robots, and we have one of those roving floor cleaners. I would consider that a pet. We call him V.I.N.CENT.

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12. What sports do you/have you played?

Pansy: I’m not really big on sports – I like magic fights? But I don’t do that a lot now.

Ivan: I may have taken part in some sport or another, but if I did, I did not commit it to memory.

Queenie: I like to swim, though I have not played any sports as such. I have also been horse riding—oh, and I’ve played badminton once or twice.

Taylor: Alice likes table tennis, and we play together sometimes. Apart from that, um… I’ve been asked to play football and baseball before?

Neo: I like to run. Parkour is fun too.

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13. How tall are you? 

Pansy: Five foot seven, and I’m the shortest in my family…

Ivan: Depends.

Queenie: A reasonable five feet and ten inches without heels.

Taylor: Ahaha … let’s just skip this one, shall we? You don’t need to know that.

Neo: Taller than you.

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14. Dream job? 

Pansy: I’ve pretty much got my dream job, all things considered! I guess I’d like it if I could get paid to do plant study, but I never really had the grades to do that as a job.

Ivan: I’m working on my rank.

Queenie: I have entertained the possibility of having a career before. Hotel management seems like an interesting prospect … or a jeweller, perhaps? Oho, I don’t know if I could be trusted to sell anything. Either way, I’m comfortable enough managing my home and finances.

Taylor: I’ve always wanted to be a big-name tv presenter—hell, even a small-name gameshow host! I’ve not given up on my dream yet, but being a radio show host is close enough. I can use it as a stepping stone. Yeah, a music quiz show would be great…

Neo: I don’t know. Even when it comes to things I like doing, I’m not sure I’d want to make a job out of it. Coding is just convenient.

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15. Favourite subject in school? 

Pansy: Science! I also liked geography, ‘cause I was pretty decent at it.

Ivan: I have never attended school.

Queenie: I’ve both been to school and had private tutors, but my favourite subjects were history and literature. They rely on eachother, so were easy to write papers on.

Taylor: Apart from the obvious ‘music’, it was mathematics—and yes, I’m serious! I also liked science and IT.

Neo: From what I remember of school, I liked science and computing classes. The rest of what I learned was from online courses.

 That’s… that’s it? It just ends? Alright then.

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Summary:  Ladybug catches Alya and Chat sneaking around one night. What on earth are her kitty and best friend up to?

Chat Noir glanced around the empty street nervously. A nearby light flickered, struggling to stay lit. He hoped that it would stay lit, otherwise the street would be bathed in darkness. His night vision would help him see, but it definitely wouldn’t help the person he was meeting.

Why did they have to meet in the middle of the night? Why not a bit before dawn? At least then the sun could start lighting things up.

The sudden screech of bike brakes caused Chat to jump up almost a foot in the air. Quickly looking around, Chat let out a sigh of relief once he saw who it was.

“Are you scared, Chat Noir?” Alya said, walking into view.

“N-n,” Chat cleared his throat. “No, I’m not scared. I’m just worried someone might catch us. ‘Cause you know we’re supposed to keep this on the down-low.”

Alya rolled her eyes, taking a step closer to Chat, leaving hardly any space between them. He could feel Alya’s breath and how it was coming out in quick little bursts, which probably meant she biked out here pretty quickly. Made sense since she technically is supposed to be home asleep at this hour.

“We’re not doing anything bad. Besides no one comes on this side of town anyway, so we won’t be caught,” Alya whispered.

Times like these, he hated his super senses. Alya smelled like cinnamon, and it was driving him crazy. Maybe if he thought about something else he could push the overpowering scent of cinnamon away.

Chat gulped. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Of course, I’m right!” Alya pushed a yellowish envelope into Chat’s arms. “I need you to get these things for me, okay?” Chat nodded. “Good, I’ll see you Saturday at 23.”

Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, Alya turned back towards her bike.

Chat watched as Alya disappeared into the darkness before leaping onto a nearby building. He couldn’t wait until Saturday.

                                                            XXX

Ladybug stood shocked from her position on a roof not far from where Alya and Chat had been standing. She had just been doing a midnight patrol in the area, when she happened to spot Chat. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, she hadn’t gotten the chance to swing down to him before Alya appeared. Which begged the question what exactly were Chat and Alya doing, meeting up this late at night?

Were Chat and Alya secretly dating?

No, that’s impossible! There had to be some other explanation for what Ladybug had just witnessed. Right?

It’s not like two people can’t kiss if they aren’t dating. Yeah. Yeah.

Besides Alya was dating Nino and Chat was dating that girl…who could totally be Alya.

Oh no. This couldn’t end well. Because if what she thought was happening is actually happening then that means her best friend-NO!!!

Nope. No. Nuh-uh. Not gonna consider that.

For all she knew, this was just a meeting to set up for an interview or something that Chat was doing for Alya. Yeah, that had to be it.

She totally wasn’t going to try and figure out where they were meeting Saturday…

Well, it wouldn’t hurt anyone right? It would give Ladybug peace of mind, and that’s what really mattered.

                                                            XXX

Despite their desire to sneak around, Chat and Alya were pretty easy to find.

So her tracker may have helped her, but it’s Chat’s own fault for not turning it off. He could have easily decided to wear a disguise like that stupid banana suit. Actually that might’ve drawn a lot more attention to them...

Okay so it didn’t really matter how she found them, but it did matter where she found them.

Le Palais du Fromage.

A fancy restaurant that Marinette had dreamed of going to ever since they opened 5 years ago. Getting a reservation there was practically impossible unless you were someone important.

She had always imagined herself there tasting all their different cheese platters and getting stuff on just entrees, yet leaving just enough room for dessert. Especially the one that included camembert. Gosh, she loved camembert.

Shaking away the thoughts of camembert, Ladybug watched as Chat and Alya walked up to the door. It was odd to her because the restaurant closed every day at 22:00 sharp. It was also pretty clear to her just looking at the restaurant. All of the outside chairs had been placed leaning against the table. The inside lights had been turned off save for a few in the back. Probably just the kitchen light or something.

Alya was wearing a fancy red dress that seemed to hug her perfectly in all the right ways, while Chat had somehow put on a suit over his costume. She had to admit they looked very snazzy.

When they reached the door, Chat knocked three times, and the door opened. The pair rushed inside, and the door slammed shut behind them.

Ladybug’s jaw dropped.

How on earth did they get a reservation when the restaurant is closed??? What were they even doing that warranted them going to a fancy restaurant late at night?

Purrhaps to have a secret midnight date.

Nope. Not happening on her watch. She was going to get to the bottom of this one way or another.

Getting up, Ladybug swung down to the front of the restaurant and knocked on the door.

Initially, no one came to the door, though she could hear the silent whispers of people arguing. Likely arguing about whether to answer the door or not.

Knocking again, the whispers stopped, and this time someone answered the door. The young man that answered the door had blonde hair that had been gelled back so it didn’t get in his face. He had on a dark red vest paired with a black dress shirt and pants.

His sea-blue eyes grew to the size of saucers once he realized it was Ladybug at the door.

“L-ladybug! Wh-uh what brings you by at this hour?” The doorman glanced at something behind him. What? Ladybug couldn’t tell from her position.

“I was just patrolling nearby and noticed the lights were on. Wanted to make sure everything was okay because I know you guys normally close at-I MEAN! You’re normally closed at this time.” Ladybug let out a little laugh, slightly embarrassed she almost painted herself as a restaurant stalker.

“Everything is good here! Heh, a few of us are just, uh…” The man in front of her looked back again, panicked. “We’re, uh, just doing some inventory! Yeah, inventory! That’s what we’re doing late at night. Totally not suspicious at all. Heh.”

If Ladybug didn’t know any better, she’d say they were running some kind of underground mafia business here or maybe even a secret butterfly cave. But she knew he was likely just hiding the fact that Chat Noir was there for some reason.

“If you don’t mind, I would love to check and make sure everything is okay?” Ladybug blinked innocently.

“Umm...yeah. Let me just check with the manager for a quick second.”

Ladybug heard a soft groan from behind the doorman, but she ignored it in favor of smiling.

“Thank you so much! It shouldn’t take long, I just want to make sure the citizens of Paris are all safe!”

Safe from my wrath that is.

                                                            XXX

“And here is our private dining room. You can hold about 100 people here. Perfect for birthday parties and the like,” the manager, Mr. Colby Jacques, informed Chat and Alya.

Chat had to admit that the dining room looked amazing. There was an ornate chandelier hanging from the ceiling, which reflected the light through thousands of little diamonds. The walls were covered in stunning paintings of famous chefs from around the world. On one end there was a window with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower.

“Wow,” Alya breathed, looking around.

“This is perfect!” Chat exclaimed, slowly spinning around and taking in the beauty of the room.

Ladybug would love this.

Mr. Jacques smiled at the two teens’ reactions. “Yes, this dining room is very popular among our guests. If you will follow me-”

“Sir!” One of the waiters, who had stayed behind to help, ran up to the trio.

“What is it, Jean Pierre? We have very important guests.” Mr. Jacques looked very irritated at his employee’s interruption. Chat guessed that if he and Alya weren’t standing right next to him, the poor man would’ve been fired on the spot.

“U-uh, umm,” the waiter fumbled, nerves clearly overtaking him.

“Out with it boy!”

The sudden outburst from the store owner surprised Chat and Alya, causing them both to jump a little.

Mr. Jacques noticed them jump and immediately straightened and fixed his tie. “My apologies, I did not mean to shout. It’s just we don’t want the kitchen staff to be waiting all night. What is it, Jean Pierre?”

Years of high society training told Chat that the kitchen staff being held back was the least of Mr. Jacques’ worries. He was obviously more concerned about the Chat and Alya’s business here at the restaurant, and he was just trying to save face.

Maybe this wasn’t the purrfect place after all.

One glance at Alya and he knew she was thinking along the same lines as him.

“Uh, Ladybug is at the door, and um, she wants to come in and, um, make sure everything is okay.” Jean Pierre got out softly.

Oh. Oh, this was bad. Ladybug being here could ruin the whole surprise.

Alya shared his worried look, but it seemed that Mr. Jacques did not. In fact, it appeared that he forgot the whole reason why the pair needed to come after hours.

“Did you tell her we were closed?”

Jean Pierre nodded frantically. “Yes, yes. Philipe told her, but she’s insisting to come in and check the place out.”

One of Mr. Jacques’ eyes twitched in frustration. “I will go deal with this. Please show our guests to the kitchen, and don’t mess this up.”

The last part was whispered to Jean Pierre, but with his super-hearing, Chat was able to hear it clearly. Yeah, they weren’t going to pick this place for the surprise.

But if Mr. Jacques couldn’t keep Ladybug away then there would be no surprise anymore. He could only hope that the pretentious manager could hold back Paris’ (and quite possibly the world’s) greatest superhero.

Yeah, there probably wasn’t going to be a surprise anymore.

                                                            XXX

Ladybug tapped her foot impatiently. It had already been about 10 minutes since the doorman said he was going to get his boss, but no one had come out yet.

They were likely stalling to find someplace to hide Chat and Alya. Maybe she should knock again.

As Ladybug went to knock on the door, it opened, revealing an older balding man. Unfortunately, she was unable to stop her hand from hitting him in the face.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry!” Ladybug brought her hands to her mouth, hoping that she didn’t accidentally break the man’s nose with her super-strength.

The man groaned, holding his nose for a second, but then removed his hand. A strained smile graced his features as he pushed past the likely growing pain in his nose.

Even though she had just hit him in the face, she just got an unpleasant vibe from him. Maybe it was just her feeling weird that he’s helping Chat and Alya sneak around, but this dude did not pass the vibe check.

“I-it’s alright, Ladybug. Unhhh…What brings you by at this hour?” The manager’s nasally voice, perhaps caused by her accidental punch, further added to his rancid vibes.

“I’m just here checking in on you guys. I was just worried that such a fancy restaurant like yours staying open this late was strange. I know most restaurants like yours pride themselves on closing quickly, so I was just a little concerned and wanted to check and make sure everyone is okay.” Ladybug smiled sweetly, moving a little closer to the door.

“I thank you for your concern Ladybug, but everyone here is just fine. We’re just doing some unexpected cleaning in the kitchen. One of our busboys accidentally spilled a few buckets of dirty plates. Truly a big mess that has kept us behind. We’re all uninjured, just cleaning up the mess,” the manager explained. Ladybug couldn’t help but notice as his nose grew darker and more purple-ish.

“I thought you all were doing inventory? At least, that’s what your doorman said.”

The manager froze as he realized his mistake. “Ah...yes we are also doing some inventory. That’s why there are a few of us here. But trust me everything is under control. I hope you have a good night, and thank you again for your concern.”

The manager, who she realized she never got the name of, tried to quickly close the door, but Ladybug moved her foot right between the door and the frame. It hurt just a bit, but she was grateful her suit protected her from most of the pain.

“With all due respect sir, I frankly don’t believe you. You can either let me in peacefully, or I will call in some back-up to help let me in.” Ladybug glared at the manager, and she could see him slowly realizing that he couldn’t win this battle.

Sighing, the manager opened the door back up for Ladybug. “Right this way.”

Ladybug grinned as she walked proudly through the doors.

“Oh, you might want to get some ice for that nose. I guess I still don’t know my strength.”

                                                            XXX

After maybe 10, the manager, who she learned was Mr. Colby Jacques, had only shown her the three main dining rooms with no signs of any workers that should have been there. The only worker she had seen was the one who ran to get Colby an ice pack.

“Uh, Colby, where are the other workers? I thought you said there were a few of you who stayed behind?” Ladybug asked, looking around. She was mostly looking for potential hiding spots for Chat and Alya, but so far she had not seen any possible spots.

“Oh, they’re all in the kit- I mean they must have gone home if they’re not around here. After all, no point in staying at work if you’re already done. So that means there’s no need for you to check on them!”

Colby immediately tried to turn Ladybug back in the direction of the front of the restaurant, but Ladybug had already picked up on his slip-up. They’re probably hiding in the kitchen.

“Oh, but you wouldn’t mind me checking out the kitchen, would you? Just to be sure no one else is here.”

Beads of sweat appeared on Colby’s face despite the fact there was an ice pack on his nose. “I-I guess that should be fine.”

“Purrfect!”

Ladybug allowed Colby to guide her to the kitchen doors where it was very obvious there were people in the kitchen.

“Oh, wow, I guess there are some people still here.” Mr. Jacques, sweating, had yet to let up, and she was pretty sure if he took off his blazer that there would be sweat stains on his shirt.

“Good thing we decided to check here then.”

Colby grimaced, or maybe he smiled she couldn’t really tell, as he pushed open the door to the kitchen.

The first thing Ladybug noticed upon entering the room was Chat and Alya, sharing what looked like and oreo cheesecake. They each had their own fork, and their arms were linked as they both ate their pieces of cheesecake. A group of kitchen staff stood around them watching them for their reactions.

“Aha! I caught you two!” Ladybug exclaimed, pointing at the two. Both of them turned and stared eyes-wide at Ladybug, clearly not expecting her outburst.

“L-ladybug! What are you doing here? At this clearly closed restaurant?” Chat asked nervously.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Chat. What are you doing here? After hours? Dressed fancy? With Alya Cesaire?” Ladybug crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow.

Alya and her kitty shared nervous looks as if they were trying to figure out what to tell her.

“Alya and I are madly in love!” Chat declared, pulling Alya closer.

“I can’t believe it!” even if the thought had passed through Ladybug’s mind multiple times during the past few days. “Alya, I am ashamed. I thought as the Ladyblogger you would be a good example of what citizens should be like. Dating both my kitty and another man. Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your cow. Dishonor-”

“We’re not dating!” Alya interrupted, pulling herself away from a starry-eyed Chat. “We’re not dating! And I could certainly never cheat on Nino. He knows I’m here. With Chat.”

Ladybug frowned. “Oh, but then what are you doing here if you’re not on a date?”

Alya gave Chat a look. “Do you want to tell her? Or should I?”

“No, I will.” Chat sighed, pulling himself out of whatever daze he had been in. “We’re here because we were planning a surprise birthday party for you. Surprise!”

“But I never told you when my birthday is.” Ladybug furrowed her brow.

“True, but you did tell me that you’re a Leo, so I figured sometime during Leo season would work,” Chat explained, shrugging his shoulders.

“Okay, if that’s the case then why were you guys just eating the cheesecake like that?” There were just so many questions and things that didn’t add up. She needed to know before her brain exploded.

“Because someone saw it in a movie and wanted to try,” Alya said while tilting her head towards Chat.

“I thought it’d be cute!” Chat defended.

“Okay okay. Why isn’t Nino helping out?”

“He is but we were only allowed two people to come to the restaurant.”

“That-that makes perfect sense. I guess I’m just curious then, but what was in the envelope you gave Chat the other night?”

Chat and Alya blinked, surprised.

Chat brought his hand up to scratch behind his head. “Wow, I didn’t know you knew about that, but uh it was just a list of party things to get. Ya know for the party.”

“Oh. I-I guess that’s all I was confused about. I guess all of this was just one big misunderstanding?” Ladybug softly laughed.

“Yeah, though we probably didn’t help matters,” Chat moved over to Ladybug and wrapped his arm around her.

“Yeah,” Alya agreed. “It’s kinda funny cause I really couldn’t see us together at all.”

“Oh totally, we’d be too chaotic to actually get any dating done. It wouldn’t work out.”

“Yeah…” All three agreed simultaneously.

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Unexpected Discovery

‘I just.....this changes things, you know-?’

Aragon paused on the threshold of the living room, cup of tea in hand.

She didn’t really want to interrupt Kitty and Cathy’s girl talk and she definitely didn’t want to have the smell of nail polish ruining the taste of her special new mango tea. She took a step back into the hall- Jane would probably wouldn’t mind if she joined her in her room, as long as she promised not to talk over the good bits in the audio books she was listening to.

‘I understand totally-’

‘I’m not even sure I really know her any more- Sorry, I know she’s your cousin but-’

‘No, it’s ok- I mean, even I’m looking at her differently now-’

She sighed internally. There was no way she could leave and let whatever drama was about to unfold (or had it already unfolded, who knew?) just go ahead without some intervention.

She had surprised everyone, herself included, by being cautiously pleased by her goddaughter embarking upon a relationship with her ex-husbands New Woman (a situation that still made her feel a little unnerved at times- who would have ever guessed that such a thing would come to pass in their first lives? Certainly not Catalina Trastamara) but there was no way she was going to sit by and do nothing if Anne had done ANYTHING to hurt her Cathy-

‘What’s going on?’

Cathy and Kitty exchanged dubious glances, obviously debating on how much they should say, and Aragon’s heart started to beat a little faster.

‘Oh god. What is it? Is it drugs? I KNEW she had too much energy! Has she tried to make you do something weird? Has she cheated on you? Because I swear to god-’

‘Catalina! Calm down!’ Cathy put a hand (three of the nails freshly painted in Russian Navy) on her arm. ‘It’s nothing like that-’

‘What is it then?’

‘It’s nothing-’

‘It didn’t sound like nothing! You sounded really upset-’

‘Yeah, it definitely wasn’t nothing!’ Kitty sat up from where she’d been sprawled across the rug, bottle of Far East Fushia in one hand and brush (drip of polish hanging perilously off the end- Catalina internally winced for the fate of Jane’s prized white sheepskin). ‘I was there- I heard you.’ Just in time, she caught the drip and then put the bottle down. ‘Honestly, it was like the saddest sound in the world when you saw it- like a kitten being trodden on-’

‘Saw what?’ Catalina was sure she would have an aneurysm before either girl actually got to the point, and then she’d die, and Six would have to be renamed Five, and it would be all Anne’s fault. Well, Anne and her suddenly taciturn godchild. 

Kitty turned huge, anguished eyes to the golden queen. ‘The bowl! The bowl in the sink! Full of water!’

‘......What?’

‘She’d been baking!’ Kitty added in tragic tones, as if that explained anything. Catalina wondered if the girl was doing it on purpose to annoy but squashed the idea pretty quickly. While Anne, Anna and even Cathy sometimes enjoyed winding her up for amusement, she couldn’t imagine Kitty doing it.

‘And?’

‘She washed up the bowl right away!’ Cathy said, in the same way that she might have related that Anne also had a secret predilection for tearing pages out of library books.

‘So?’

‘She didn’t save the left over cake batter for me!’ Cathy explained sadly. ‘I’d have understood if she just wanted it for herself but.....no! She just....washed it up. As if it didn’t even matter! It turns out she NEVER eats the raw cake batter! Not ever!’

‘And it’s like....do we even know her at all now?’ Kitty spread her hands. ‘It’s like finding out that she doesn’t stop at red lights or that she secretly hates the garden duck or something-’

‘Well firstly, that’s ridiculous-’ Catalina felt duty bound to defend Anne in her absence, perhaps out of guilt for jumping to conclusions about her. ‘You know Anne is an excellent driver. And she loves Garden Duck. We all love Garden Duck. Joan doesn’t even like birds and she loves Garden Duck.’ They two young queens nodded solemnly at this: they did, after all, all love Garden Duck. ‘On the matter at hand though....you eat the raw cake mix?’ Catalina wrinkled her nose. ‘That sounds unsanitary-’

Now both Kitty and Cathy were starring at her, horror struck. ‘Catalina! You’re ALWAYS meant to save the bowl for the raw cake mix left inside!’

Kitty turned to Cathy. ‘You didn’t say she was like that too!’

‘I didn’t know!’ Cathy was wide eyed. ‘Oh god...my girlfriend, now my godmother... I don’t know what to believe any more....’

‘....Ok. This is getting too weird.’ Catalina realised she’d had enough of this for one day and decided to leave them to it. She pressed a kiss to the top of both of the queens heads and took her rapidly cooling mango tea into the hallway and up the stairs to Jane’s bedroom.

Before she could knock, Anne’s door opened a crack.

‘Catalina- Pssst!’

‘Hm?’

‘How bad is it?’ Anne tilted her head. ‘Y’know, down there-’

‘Honestly, I have no idea.’ Catalina shook her head. ‘I’m sure they’ll get over it though....’

‘I hope so. I’m banking on the cake being ready and that being enough to distract them from their horror that I don’t want to eat raw egg and flour-’

Catalina wished her former lady in waiting luck and took herself away to the relative peace of Jane’s bedroom, where she and Anna were discussing their latest favourite book, happily unaware of any cake related drama.

Half an hour later, Cathy knocked and poked her head around the door, balancing a tray of cake for them all.

‘Sorry to interrupt but we thought you might want some-’

‘Oooh!’

‘Thank you Cathy!’

Aragon took a plate for herself.

‘I take it you’ve made up now?’

‘Mmm-hmmm’ Cathy nodded. ‘Kit and I decided....it’s ok. It’s not a dealbreaker-’

‘Good good-’

‘-and she’s agreed I can raise the children to my way of thinking. If we have any. So it’s all ok!’ Cathy smiled brightly and disappeared, now-empty tray in hand, leaving a slightly stunned Spanish queen behind her.