#you taught me how to love | Nicholas Scratch

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@theirmadness sent: 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔭𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱.

            ˜”*°•.     Then  why  did  it  feel  so  difficult  ?  Why  even  looking  at  her  felt  so  bad ?  He  loved  her ,  he  really  did .  He  wanted  to   be  with  her,  to  share  a  lifetime  with  her .  To  hug  her,  to  tell  her  how  important  she  was .   Then  why  was  he  so  stuck  ?  Why  no  matter  how  many  times  he  tried  to  speak  his  mind,  he  stopped  himself  with  silence   and  distance  ?   ❝ Can  we  not  do  this  at  the  moment  ? ❞  Were  the  words  that  eventually  escaped  his  lips .  Words  that  he  wished  he’d  never  said,  though .

[firstprincehornyramblings]

All Tied Up

Summary: You get to tie up TZP, how.. did you talk him into that? Oh well, good for you! (18+) Kinks/Tags: (light) bondage, (kind of) edging, begging, dirty talk, fingering, prostate orgasm, oral sex, needy kisses, brattiness, implied prior sexual relationship of some kind. First Person POV (no y/n inserts) This was done to allow for a non gender, sexuality, or race specific reader. I will absolutely be doing a PT. 2/Redo of this prompt with Nicholas, enjoy!

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Taylor said, head craning to watch you above his bare shoulder. Dark eyes so focused on the way you tied his wrists above his head. Loop after loop, fastening him to the headboard. “Actually, how did I let you talk me into this?” he questioned again, making it hard to tell if he was just being bratty for fun, or nervously deflecting. “Because it’s going to be the best orgasm of your life, trust me,” you replied as you finished fastening his wrists in place. “There, it’s done, everything feel okay? Nothing tingling?” you asked. Taylor gave a little head shake as a response, “It feels fine, just like you know, I’m in danger.” His eyes were locked on you now, watching every single move, the way you opened the drawer, took out the lube and then crawled back onto the bed. “Why are you so nervous?” You asked, reaching out to run your fingers along his jaw soothingly, stubble scratching your skin. “You bottom whenever you feel like it?” Taylor gave an eye roll and a ‘caught’ kind of sigh, “I’m not nervous, it’s just new, besides, I’m used to like..” he kind of paused, and you interjected, “Being a power bottom?” with a little grin. “Wow,” he snipped, in an affectionately bratty way, “You said that like it was a slur.” “Mhm” was all you responded, leaning in and giving him a slow, affectionate kiss. Which he eagerly returned, his lips fighting yours for dominance instantly as he already strained strong arms against his bindings. One of your hands moved up, resting on his cheek, thumb stroking over the stubble there as you nipped his soft lips. The contrast of the roughness and the soft plush lips already so sensual, it was like he didn’t have to try.

Your hand slowly dropped from his face, running down his neck, and over his chest. Your fingers tracing as your palms shamelessly groped over taught skin. How could anyone resist that? But Taylor didn’t seem to mind the affection, giving a low hum into the kiss at the touches, despite still trying to lean up into your touch. Instinctively wanting to give him what he wanted, you situated yourself straddling one of his thighs and placed both hands on his chest. Your palms almost kneaded over his muscular form, fingertips just brushing through the dark hair covering his soft skin. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” You whispered against his lips, panting softly at the break in kisses. Your fingertips trailing down his chest, over his rippled stomach, like following the trail of fuzz leading to the waistband of his pants. “Yeah,” he said catching his breath, responding with a groan as you kept kissing him, your lips moved down his neck. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t love hearing it, keep going.” You didn’t have to look at his face to hear the smirk on his lips, despite your hands on his body and lips on his neck; he still found a way to be a brat.

“Oh, you want me to keep going?” You asked, your lips moved lower, down over his chest, making your way downward. “Well, I can’t talk and do this at the same time, so which one do you want?” You asked before flicking your tongue over one of his nipples, earning you a soft gasp. “Fuck,” you could hear the mild frustration in his voice, from just that one word. It was the tone that let you know if he had control of his hands he’d have already been pushing your head lower. “Keep doing that.” He finally answered, his head lowering enough to look down at you. For a moment your eyes met as you looked up at him, nodding and then taking his nipple into your mouth, sucking gently at the hardening skin. One of your hands slipping down into his lap, finding the hardening skin there as well. You cupped his length through those jeans he was in, your hand rubbing along it, squeezing a light pressure as Taylor cursed again. “You’re such a tease..” he said almost laughing.

“You know,” you started, changing the topic at hand, “These jeans seem really tight babe, are they getting uncomfortable?” you asked, still massaging along the outline of his cock. “Yeah no shit,” he said laughing again, looking down at you as your lips moved over his chest. And he couldn’t help but groan, giving breathy sounds as you worked. But once your lips were on the opposite nipple, he groaned in SUCH a dramatic way, a mix between pleasure and frustration. “Fuck! No!” he sounded so exasperated. “I want your mouth… so much fucking lower than that.” His arms were straining against where you had him tied again, “Please.” He added, for effect. “You remember this is about me doing whatever I wanted to you, right?” You asked, peppering kisses down his stomach shifting your position to be between his thighs.

Taylor groaned again, his head falling back against the headboard in response, “I know but holy.. shit,” he panted, “That.. feels good though,” he said as your lips got lower, moving over his hips. He shifted a little as you unbuttoned his jeans, lifting his hips up to help you slip them off. You could hear him nearly panting in anticipation as you tossed those jeans aside. And you could feel his eyes burning into you as you tugged his underwear down, he politely lifted his hips for that again, helping you. (Or just politely disguised rushing you along, which was much more likely.) As soon as that fabric was pulled down enough though, his cock popped free, and you did your best not to look too pleased with yourself. “You’re so hard already.” You cooed as you ran your hands up and down his thighs. “I know it’s what I’ve been complaining about!” Taylor exclaimed, “Put your mouth on it,” he said in his.. very general bedroom tone, before seeming to remember he wasn’t in charge and adding a soft ‘Please’ It was enough to make you laugh, “No, but-“ the rest of your sentence cut off by the most dramatic groan. “I will put my mouth on you.” You said it as you moved to lay on your stomach between his thighs, hands already slipping underneath him.

“That almost makes up for it, but it doesn’t, for the record.” Taylor said in the brattiest tone, despite pulling his thighs up in a way to make it easier for you. Your hands under him spread his ass just a bit, enough to just press your face against him. One of your hands shifting then, to gently cup his balls, holding them out of your way as your tongue lapped over his entrance. He gave the softest moan and you could hear him almost melting under your touch already. Every lick earned you more noises from the boy, who was clearly just desperate for any kind of touch at this point. “You’re still teasing.” He panted as your tongue threatened to push inside of him. And he took one muscular thigh, wrapping it around your head, his leg curving in an attempt to press your face closer to him, like he might get more that way. Despite the fact that any other time that would have driven you crazy, that was not the vibe for today.  And you pulled back from him, giving his thigh a playful pop, “No! Bad!” you scolded despite doing your best not to laugh.

Taylor cocked his head at you though, giving you such a pout and puppy eyes, “I thought you were going to put something in my ass, can you at /least/ get to that?” he groaned. “I mean, your wish is my command, I was just being nice,” you teased as you reached to grab the bottle of lube, sitting back up on your knees. Opening the bottle, getting some on your fingers gave you the chance to look over the boy tied up in front of you. Every muscle seeming to be straining right now, it was kind of cute how he was definitely still tying to get free. But every inch of him was perfect, big brown eyes locked on you, lips curved into a pout as he did. His hair was a mess, dark curls everywhere, you weren’t sure when that happened, but the look suited him. Your fingers were slipping down, massaging over his entrance, as he still watched you impatiently. You could tell at some point he’d made the connection, the sooner you were satisfied with this, the sooner that you’d touch his cock. Which wasn’t entirely untrue, but the oversimplification was amusing; patience was not Taylor’s strong suit.

After a moment, for you, definitely what seemed like several hours of waiting for the boy tied up in front of you, you pushed a finger into him. Immediately Taylor groaned, it was a relaxed, almost relieved sound, as if to say ‘finally’. “More,” he instantly breathed, “You know I can take it.” He was right, you did know, and you pushed a second slick finger into him. Your motions were slow at first, more so just massaging your fingers inside of him, barely working them in and out. The noises Taylor was making now were certainly more into it, and more constant. Less like you were pulling each one from him, and more like a constant flow he couldn’t hold back anymore. As your fingers got more steady, he got louder, cursing as he jerked at his wrists. It made the headboard shake, and he pushed and pulled, one leg shifting so his foot was flat on the bed. He was doing his best to keep his thighs open for you, but doing his best to get free at the same time clearly.

“You’re taking it so good for me baby,” you cooed at him, your fingers pumping into him steadily now. “You’re being such a good boy, you look so fucking handsome all tied up, your cock so hard like that.” Your words made him whine, long lashes fluttering as he stopped struggling for a minute. “I need more,” his voice was almost pleading, but he wouldn’t phrase it that way. “Fuck me.” “Mhn did you forget how to say please, handsome?” You asked. Your free hand getting the bottle of lube and dripping some between the both of you, letting it run down your fingers. “Fuck you.” He answered through gritted teeth. But as you pushed a third finger into him, he arched, so much so that you used your free hand to push his hips down, “Relax baby, it doesn’t hurt right?” you asked. “No, fuck, no it doesn’t hurt,” he panted, “That’s my fucking spot.” He said finally relaxing his hips down. You couldn’t help but smile as you pumped your fingers into him, doing your best to aim for that same spot inside of him.

“Is that it, that’s the sweet spot baby?” you cooed. But he didn’t even have to answer, his head back, mouth open in a silent moan, brows furrowed, all of that answered for you. He jerked against the restraints; his knuckles white from how tightly he was clenching his fists. His abs so defined in front of you, just from how tense he was at the moment. You could feel him clench against your fingers, his cock giving a noticeable twitch at just your fingers inside of him. “That must feel really good huh, baby boy?” You hummed, “Do you like it?” Taylor could only nod in approval, his hands jerking against the restraints again as his hips shifted, almost like trying to fuck himself against your fingers. “Fuck!” he almost gasped, finally needing a breath of air. You kept working your fingers into him, moving in closer, straddling one of his thighs again. Partly to get closer to his beautiful face, partly to keep him more still.

“You’re killing me.” He groaned as soon as you effectively pinned him in place by sitting on his thigh. “Yeah but you love it.” You cooed, running your free hand up his stomach, the side of it barely grazing his cock as you ran your fingers up his chest. Even that little graze made him hiss, his eyes fluttering as you wrapped your hand around his throat. That, made him snap to attention as you worked your fingers into him faster now, working through the oncoming wrist cramp. In a moment of softness, you leaned in, kissing him so hard, crushing your lips against his in a bruising way. And he returned the same pace, despite how desperately he moaned against your lips. Your fingers still working inside of him, never losing focus of aiming for that sweet spot inside of him that had been driving him crazy. “Tell me you love the way I use you, baby,” Your voice was soft, there was no need to be loud now that you were so close.

“I fucking love the way you use me.” Taylor panted, “I mean I think you’re an ass for teasing me, but, it feels so fucking good.” His cheeks were flushed bright pink, lips swollen and glistening where he’d been biting them. It had been an attempt at stifling his noises, just to seem like slightly less of a mess, but he was coming so undone at your fingers. His chest was heaving, eyes almost hazy; and a quick glance between the both of you was even prettier. The tip of his cock was glistening, making his skin look even more delicious somehow. A large bead of precum had already begun to drip, sliding down the length of his thick cock. A few streaks of slick glistening on his stomach, just where he’d tried to fight so much, dripping here and there as he struggled. “Are you close? Can you cum for me like this?” You asked, still working your fingers into him, now resting your thumb against his skin, applying some pressure to his perineum. “Yeah, but like.. I’d rather you touch my dick?” he almost panted, before almost gasping at the light massage and pressure from your thumb combined with the way your fingers kept working into him. “Mhn yeah but if you cum for me like this, I’ll untie you after.” You leveraged, letting your hand fall from his throat, just to touch at that toned chest once again.

His hips jerked, as much as they could from the way you were on his thigh and how his wrists were tied. He was clenching against your fingers again, his head leaning back some as his cock twitched again, so noticeably, leaving little streaks of precum along his stomach. “You’re getting so wet for me,” you teased, watching his the tip of his cock drip more of that clear fluid, clearly you were driving him crazy. “You know if you make me cum like this,” he panted, swallowing hard, gasping for air before speaking again, “And then you let me fuck you, you’re going to need a chiropractor tomorrow.” He threatened before almost yelping as you hit a particularly good spot. He was cursing so loudly, and moaning in a desperate way now, clenching against your fingers almost constantly as his cock throbbed against his stomach. “Oh I’m banking on that baby,” as though the idea didn’t turn you on.  “Why don’t you be a good boy and cum for me,” you purred. You knew him well enough to know at this point he was holding back, probably out of spite, that brattiness had to be fucked out of him every time.

“Come on baby boy,” You whispered, your hand sliding back up his chest to wrap back around his throat, “I know you’re so fucking close, let me have it, show me how good you can cum for me like this.” And just like that, Taylor was jerking again, pulling those restraints so hard, you swore the headboard would break. He cursed loudly, followed by a string of ‘Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, keep going, fuck me, keep fucking me, just like that, yes baby, fuck me.’ All rushed together, so desperate and so needy as he clenched tight enough against your fingers you knew what (or who) was coming. His cock throbbing against his stomach as that rush of white pooled onto his skin. He was moaning, and gasping, almost whining as his hips tried to rock, tried to grind his cock up against.. nothing. You slowed your fingers, and he gave a little ‘oh shit!’ as you brushed against something particularly sensitive, laughing despite giving a whimper as he came down from that orgasm. “Fuck you, fuck you… so bad.” He said still laughing as you slipped your fingers out of him. “I’m sure you will.” You teased, shifting some to be able to reach up to untie him. He was already starting, “Oh you /know/ I will, you’re about to get fucked so hard th-“ but you cut him off, pushing your fingers into his mouth, as you used your free hand to undo his wrists, tugging those knots out. And he did happily suck your fingers, giving a soft ‘Mm’ noise as you pulled your fingers out of his mouth. “You know,” he hummed, “I taste so fucking good.” he had such a grin on his lips, “Don’t you agree?” You laughed, even if you did agree with him, “Yes Taylor, you’re such a special boy,” you teased, leaning down as he stretched his now free wrists.

But you were moving down his body, licking at the cum that had now dripped down his side. With no hesitation licking some off the bed. You couldn’t help but grin as Taylor watched and whispered a soft ‘Oh you’re dirty’. Dragging your tongue up his side, over the trail of moisture, and finally lapping any remaining moisture off his stomach. For the first time today, you were wrapping your hand around his cock. Taylor hissed, but leaned up on one elbow to watch as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. “Fucking finally.” He panted, despite giving a whine as you sucked at him, then pulled off with a soft pop. “You do taste so fucking good.” You said looking back up at his once again starving expression. “I know,” he was grinning like a demon, “Put your mouth back on it.” The bratty tone was back, but this time he didn’t have that same edge of desperation as before. You couldn’t help but smile at it, giving a soft ‘yes daddy’ as you took his cock back into your mouth. Sucking at the tip gently, but being so careful not to overstimulate him. But within seconds, Taylor’s fingers found your hair, tangling there instantly. “That’s it baby, you’re so fucking good.” He coached you, shifting his hips slightly, “Now put it in your throat.” He said, seconds before you felt the familiar pressure of his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down farther on his length. Let’s be honest, you knew that was coming a while ago anyway.  

[daisyxquake]

Just cause you’re ready to get back together, doesn’t mean that I am.

[star-kovs]

it’s the soft nose touch for me

[cracklegray]

“You just found me in the wrong universe, that’s all. There had to be one universe where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it.”

[ashleybugwrites]

meme / @wahrsagung​ / accepting

❝ if you’re gonna be the death of me, that’s how i wanna go. ❞

[tropes-and-tales]

I’ll Make it Up to You

Day 16:  Bath/Shower Sex (Nick Amaro x F!Reader)

(For the 2022 Kinktober event offered by @the-purity-pen​​.  The original post and calendar/list can be found here.  So very, very late because I had other things I needed to do.)

CW:  Established relationship; (shower sex; hand job) 18+ only.

Word Count:  1416

Nick comes home in a bad headspace:  long shifts working a series of date rapes at Hudson, another case failing in front of a grand jury.  He just wants to collapse into bed and try to sleep, but he hasn’t seen you in days, has only fallen asleep beside you for a few stolen hours before he had to be back to work.

You’re on the couch when he gets home, and he sheds his coat and shoes before coming over to kiss you.

“My wayward boyfriend,” you say with a soft smile.  “To what do I owe the pleasure of finally seeing you at a semi-reasonable hour?”

“Caught the bad guy, and my grand jury fell through.”

Your smile drops, and you press your lips together in a sympathetic frown.  

“What can I do to help?” you ask, and you reach out to take his hand in yours.  “Did you eat yet?”

“At the precinct.”

“Want me to put the game on for you?”

Nick squeezes your hand gently, shakes his head.  “Nah.  I just need to shower and then maybe we could go to bed?”

Your smile returns, and you kneel on the couch, stretch towards him, your neck craining to kiss him again.  “Sounds like a plan.”

*****

It’s immediately obvious that Nick needs sleep more than anything, judging by the three deep, jaw-cracking yawns he makes when he’s just stripping out of his clothes.  His eyes water at the force of each yawn.

Though you’d never say it….the man looks awful.  His complexion has an unhealthy cast to it, and he has deep circles under his eyes.  There’s a spot where he missed shaving that morning, and a second spot where a cut has only just healed.  He hasn’t been eating right, and he certainly hasn’t been sleeping.

As much as you’ve missed him, it wouldn’t be fair to make him stay awake when he needs hours of good, quality sleep.

And yet, you’ve missed him terribly.  

So you split the difference and wait for him to climb into the shower, and then you join him.

If there’s one thing about Nick that genuinely irritates you, it’s how he never takes care of himself…and how he scoffs when you try to take care of him.  You guess that it’s a symptom of his upbringing—his father was no treat, and he grew up under the usual patriarchal bullshit that taught him men don’t need care.  Or maybe it’s just his work—detective work is usually thankless, and working with special victims is extra rough.

“What are you—” he starts to ask when you peel back the shower curtain, but you cut him off with a quick kiss.

“Hush, Nicholas.  Let me take care of you.”

If you get irritated by his lack of self-care, you do love how much he enjoys being babied and cared-for, when he finally gives in to it.  Nick Amaro, resident tough guy:  he practically purrs like a big cat when you lather up and help him bathe, kneading your fingers into his knotted back and shoulders.

When you help him shampoo his hair, you scratch your nails into his scalp, and the man groans like he’s being tortured…but then he wraps his arms around you, pulls your naked form to him, and you can feel how aroused he’s gotten despite the soul-deep exhaustion he must feel.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he mutters against your ear.  “Let me rinse off—”

You cut him off again, this time by reaching down and grasping him—lightly, but it’s enough for him to choke against the rest of his words.

“Shhh.”  You tilt your head towards him, and he kisses you.  You break away a moment later, shift your head.  Kiss the side of his neck, kiss under his ear where the hinge of his jaw is.  You lay a gentle trail across his collarbones, pressing your lips in the divot of his throat.

“I want to take care of you,” you whisper against his wet skin, and you grip him more firmly, give him an experimental stroke with your hand.  He huffs out a frustrated breath against your head.

“I won’t be able to….shit, if you make me come now, I won’t—”

You tilt your head again and gaze up at him, offer him a soft smile.  “You can make it up to me later, Nick.  Let me take care of you now.”

He doesn’t answer—he just huffs another frustrated sigh—but he presses his hips forward into your hand, which is answer enough.  You shift a little, find firmer footing in the slippery shower.  You wrap your free arm around his shoulders, lay your hand on the back of his neck to hold him against you.

Then you shift your other hand against him.  You get a better hold of him and begin to deal him languid strokes.  You bend your head to watch:  the flushed head of his cock slipping between your clenched hand, the tip wet and leaking. You swipe your thumb against it, use the slickness of his pre-cum to lubricate the stroking and twisting of your fist.

“You can…harder,” he groans after a moment.  “Harder.  Please.”

You oblige him with a grin.  You were never a natural at hand jobs, always too gentle, too afraid of being rough and hurting what seems to be a sensitive part of the body.  But you squeeze Nick harder, nearly enough to encircle his thick cock with your fingers, your fingertips almost touching the tip of your thumb, and he hisses praise in your ear at the sensation.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he mutters, and his hips find the rhythm of your hand, meets you thrust for thrust.  “Feels so good.”

You keep going.  You huff out a breath, a low moan when his hand reaches down to grasp the curve of your ass, but you don’t stop stroking him, twisting your wrist so that the bend in your hand where your fingers meet your palm run along the sensitive underside to his cock.  You can sense him unraveling—his shallow thrusts lose their cadence, and his breathing takes on a ragged quality—so you grip him harder.

He comes a moment later:  a hoarse fuck spilling from his lips, the hot spill of his cum spurting over your hand, up your wrist, across your belly.  He digs his fingertips into your hips, hard enough that you may have bruises, and he chokes out your name as he finishes, then calms.

You can feel how relaxed he is now.  Your hand on the back of his neck—you can feel how the release, the hot water of the shower…it all helped to loosen the tight knot there.

It doesn’t stop him from feeling guilty, apparently.

“I could live a thousand years and still not deserve you,” he grumbles against the side of your head.  He shifts his hands, settles one between your shoulder blades and the other to the back of your head, cradling you gently against him.

“I like the thought of you living that long and trying though.”

“Hmmm.”  He moves a little, presses a light kiss to your temple.  “How about I start with a date night tomorrow, huh?  Take you out for a nice dinner, maybe some dancing…”

“I like the thought of that too.”

Nick pushes away from you a fraction, just enough so he can peer down at you, those earnest brown eyes of his almost pleading.

“You take good care of me, mi alma,” he says.  “I’ll make it up to you.”

You purse your lips at him and he kisses you.  When you part, you tell him with a smile, “that’s just what good girlfriends do, Nick.”

You turn away from him then, so you miss the way his expression turns soft, turns maybe a bit introspective.  If you would have stayed facing him in this moment, he might have cracked—might have blundered out a half-assed proposal, might have mentioned the ring he had picked out.

But you turn away and reach for the washcloth and soap, so Nick has a beat to get himself under control.  To stick to the original plan of proposing in a month’s time, though he’d be happy to be married to you now, to drag you down to the courthouse and make you his wife now…because you take care of him, and he wants to take care of you too.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

“ i don't have anyone anymore. “ “ you have me

Extension of Lupercalia

Nick had always associated touch with either pain or or eye-rolling pleasure, sometimes both at once, and he considered his hands both used performing a spell or between the legs of a willing partner.

But Sabrina taught him new ways to use them nearly every day. Sometimes she brushed a runaway curl from his forehead and other times she grasped his hand in hers. He never knew that linking fingers could bring about a jolt of electricity and warmth to his heart. But it did and now his hands sought out hers, not feeling quite right if her hand wasn't locked in his.

He nearly flinched when Sabrina brushed her hands along his back, now bruised and bloodied and scratched up. Nick was terrified to let her see the tears that were running down his cheeks as he cradled Amalia's head in his lap. He feared that if she saw him as anything but the charming and confident warlock he pretended to be, she'd want nothing to do with him. And he couldn't lose her, not now after he knew he loved her. He'd never been loved back before. Amalia's so called love was distorted, jealousy and rage clouding it. And his parents, they wouldn't know love if it spat in his face.

But then Sabrina kissed his hands. And his forehead. And then his lips. She called him virtuous, told him his love for Amalia didn't make him weak and then held him in her arms. It was then that he finally let all the tears come out. She whispered soothing words in his ear and ran her hand up and down his back. His breath eventually evened out and he pulled back from her, just enough to see that her eyes were shining with unshed tears. She wouldn't let them fall though, not when she knew that Nick needed her. And despite how angry she was that he lied to her, she didn't want to let go of him either.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Sabrina whispered to him, moving one hand from the back of his neck to dry his cheeks.

Nick shook his head and leaned in to the hand against his cheek. He leaned his forehead against hers and breathed out.

"What am I gonna do now, Sabrina?" He asked her, voice coming out all crackly and wet.

"What do you mean?" Sabrina ran a hand through his hair and then down his cheek and chest until she could grab his, thumb brushing against his palm.

"Amalia was it." He said with a sad shrug. "She was the last one. I have no one. No family."

"Oh, Nick..." Sabrina told him as she brushed his cheek again.

"Now I have to bury her and then that'll be it. The last person in my family."

"Nick, I'm sorry-" Sabrina tried to explain, immediately blaming herself for Amalia's death. "I'm sorry that I-"

"No, Spellman, no." Nick shook his head and moved to wipe her cheeks, as she was no longer able to hold them in. "You did what I couldn't. She was gonna hurt you and I couldn't let that happen."

"Still." Sabrina told him. "I'm sorry. You still have the Academy and-"

"No, Sabrina." Nick shook his head and looked down. "I, uh...with Amalia gone I don't have anyone."

The despair and sadness in Nick's eyes cut Sabrina deeply. He was grieving, but he was wrong about being alone. Sabrina grabbed both sides of his face so he'd look at her.

"You have me." Sabrina did her best not to let her voice shake, so she kissed him again, sinking every promise that she wasn't going anywhere into it. She breathed against his lips, brushing their noses together as she continued. "Nick, you'll aways have me."

"You must hate me." Nick looked away from her, shame and guilt sinking into the space between them. He couldn't believe that she'd want to stay with him, even though she'd just said it.

"I don't hate you. I don't know that I could ever hate you, Nicholas Scratch." She smiled a little, letting the corners of her lips turn upwards. "Why don't we take care of Amalia, and then maybe a bath?" She asked and ran her hand through his curls. "Some tea and some sleep?"

"Okay." Nick nodded and swallowed heavily. When he looked into her eyes again he swore he saw love. He certainly loved her. "Okay."

He let her take him by the hand and that same jolt was there. He let her compassion and care sink into his skin, into every cell in his body. Someday he thought he may truly believe that he wasn't alone. And he hoped that the love he saw in her eyes would stick around too.

[scorlettimagines]

Ozone: A Caliban Imagine

Request from Anon: hiya i was just wondering if you could write about ozone and caliban its my fave chase song🥰 please and thank you! love your blog💕

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

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Ozone

I'm feeling numb off of all of these Xans, yeah

I know it’s dumb that I fucked up your plans I wish I was more of a man

When Sabrina Morningstar kissed him goodbye, Caliban pretended to kiss her back with just as much meaning. When she kissed him goodbye, he pretended that he wasn’t thinking about the girl he could be with now the Queen of Hell would be transported to another world.

That was if Y/N would ever take him back, of course.

He knew she had been at the wedding, watching him saw vows he didn’t really mean, hating him for all the heartbreak he had put her through. He knew that he never could have told her his real plan, the one that involved her and him and a throne. He knew that she would only have tried to stop him, always trying to protect him from the death that came as a result of treason.

He felt numb the day he told Y/N it was over, marking the first step in his plan to glory. It was only as time went on, only as he watched her in court, solemn with hatred in her eyes, that he realised how stupid he had been.

He wished he had the guts to tell her the truth, knowing now that it was far too late for that.

I wish I was more of a man I know you don't understand I neglected you again

Y/N had given Caliban more chances than he had ever deserved, he knew that. He never understood why she loved him, never understood how someone so perfect as her could love someone so broken as him. He was incomplete, and felt even more so without her.  

He knew she would never understand his plan, never understand why he had had to marry Sabrina Morningstar to get what he wanted for both of them. And so, he had thought it was easier to lie to her, to tell her that he didn’t love her anymore, to leave her. Alone and feeling just as incomplete as he did.  

It wasn’t the first time he had sacrificed her for personal gain, but somehow, she had always taken him back. But he had a feeling that this time Y/N wouldn’t be so forgiving. He had a feeling she was tired of being neglected, of loving someone whom she believed didn’t love her in the same way.  

Of course, she was wrong. Caliban loved her more than words could ever say. So why did he find it so hard to choose? Why was it so hard to pick between glory and the girl he loved? Why did he continue to mess up?  

Those were the questions she had left him with after the wedding. She said, "Don't forget you owe me one" Ninety-nine cent dreams, maybe you could show me some

“I guess congratulations are in order,” Y/N took a sip of champagne, a bitterness in her tone that made Caliban wince, “Congratulations to the Queen’s new husband.”

“Don’t be like that, Y/N.”

“Like what? I’m merely congratulating you. Well done on finally finding someone you love. Of course, I thought that was me, but as you told me only a few weeks ago, I’m wrong.”

He had wanted to scream at her, to take her by the shoulders and shake her. He wanted to tell her that she wasn’t wrong, that he loved her, adored her, had pictured himself kissing her instead of Sabrina Morningstar. But he didn’t.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He was quiet, guilt threaded through every word he spoke. And then she turned on him, vicious, terrifyingly beautiful.

“I don’t want you to say anything. I don’t want to ever hear from you again, do you understand? Because every time you open your mouth, I’m the one who ends up getting hurt.” A sob as her voice began to break. “And I can’t do it anymore. So when it all ends up going sour with our lovely Queen, don’t you dare come running back to me. You owe me that, at least.”

She told me she loved me, but I do not deserve your love I put me above you and honestly I think I fucked it up I don't know why

From that day on, Caliban thought of all the things he could have said, all the things that could have made Y/N change her mind. He could have told her the truth, that he was doing all of this for her, for them, for a better life. He could have kissed away her tears before kissing her lips.

But instead he had accepted that he didn’t deserve her love, that he wasn’t good enough for her, that she no longer deserved the hurt that he constantly put her through. He had let her walk away from him, and it was the worst moment of his life.

His marriage to Sabrina Morningstar had never helped to distract him. Y/N was constantly in his thoughts, his mind swimming with ways that he could get her back. He knew his efforts would be pointless, knew that she was certain on leaving him this time.

But a glimmer of hope was a powerful thing, and when he saw that Sabrina Spellman had been able to forgive Nicholas Scratch, he thought maybe Y/N would forgive him. So when Sabrina Morningstar, his wife, kissed him goodbye, he could only think of his next steps.

He could only think of Y/N, the girl he didn’t deserve.

I'm 'bout to ruin the Ozone I know you're sitting alone I made mistakes with these white lines

“She’s really gone then?” Y/N looked over at Caliban, at him standing in her room, in what had been their room. He had found her there, knowing her too well to imagine she would be anywhere else. She was never one for company, always preferring to be alone when he wasn’t around. It was almost a comfort to see that things hadn’t changed.

When she had opened the door to him, she had been prepared to slam it on his face. But there was something about the look in his eyes, the pleading, that had made her stop. And now, here they were, about to talk for the first time since his wedding night, and Caliban felt sick.

“Yes. She’s gone.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m not. Get to the point. Why are you here?”

Caliban hated the way she looked at him with such contempt. He knew he deserved it, knew that he had made mistakes, the biggest in his life when he had put his own goals above loving her. He knew that it was very likely she wouldn’t forgive him, but he knew that it was worth a try. Y/N was the love of his life, and he wasn’t prepared to let her go without a fight.

And I'm clouded by all of this smoke I don't think I'll ever get sober, no I don't think I'll ever get sober

When he had finished telling Y/N everything, Caliban let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the clouds had parted, like he was finally seeing everything clearly. He knew that to love Y/N was to trust her, and telling her the truth, letting the weight fall from his shoulders, was the best thing he had ever done.

At least, that was what he felt until she spoke.

“Why are you telling me this?” She was the quiet one this time, a suspicion in her voice that pierced his soul.

“Because I love you.”

“And you’ve only just figured that out? You’ve only just realised that you love me after breaking my heart? Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through, Caliban?”

And there was that look again, that hatred that made him want to fix everything.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, how many times have I heard that?” Y/N put her head in her hands, and Caliban resisted the urge to reach out and comfort her. “You don’t change, do you? But I’m the one who always promises herself that you will. I’m the always the one who gets let down, but I keep coming back because I love you.”

“Y/N. You’re right. I don’t change, but I’m trying. I really am. If this has taught me anything, it’s that I never want to mess up with you ever again. I just want things to go back to the way they were.”

She looked at him then, really looked at him.

“Then give me time.”

Time. He could give her that.

All because he loved her.

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“Let me kiss my baby.”

Feeling pretty literal with this one... ;) 

Sabrina was exhausted. 

She had a good idea why women were responsible for childbirth - men simply couldn’t do it. It was right up there with sacrificing herself to stop The Void as one of the hardest things she’d ever done. 

Yet, hard things seemed to come with sweet consequences. 

Like a second chance at life with her family, with Nick. 

Like an infant baby girl that was currently swaddled in blankets and tucked safely in Nick’s arms. 

As tired as she was, she couldn’t help but smile as she took him in, sitting in the glider in the corner of their bedroom. If there was a sweeter sight in the world than Nicholas Scratch completely smitten with his first child, she didn’t want to know about it. He was completely enamored, staring down at the baby with shining eyes and a smile so big it had to hurt by now. 

“She’s so perfect, Sabrina,” he said. “I can’t believe she’s ours.”

“It seems a bit unfair that I had to do all the work of growing her for thirteen months, then giving birth to her, only to have her come out looking exactly like you.” 

Nick chuckled a bit and brushed a finger over the baby’s cheek. 

“All i see is you when I look at her, Spellman,” he said. “She’s small like you...” 

“She’s a newborn,” Sabrina reminded him with a smile. 

“She’s going to be petite,” he said with certainty as he took in his daughter. He could tell even now that she would have her mother’s small bone structure. “She’s got your nose, too. But she’s half of you therefore, you’re all I see in her - the little girl we made together.” 

Sabrina’s eyes filled with tears that she blamed on postpartum hormones. 

“We made her,” she agreed. “I love you, Nick. I’m not sure I’ve told you that today.” 

“You have,” he assured her. “Many times over.” She had said the words, but she had also said it in her actions, the way she looked at him, the way she gripped his hand, the way she puckered her lips to ask for a kiss. 

The way she had given him a baby. 

The baby started to fuss. 

“Hey there,” he cooed softly. “No need for that. Daddy’s got you.” 

“She’s probably hungry,” Sabrina said. 

“Probably,” Nick agreed. He got to his feet as the baby continued to fuss. He went to Sabrina and she stretched her arms out for the infant. Nick, however, held her for another few beats, even as she fussed. “Let me kiss my baby, then you can have her.” Sabrina rolled her eyes but had to smile as Nick placed a sweet kiss to the baby’s cheek before passing her over to Sabrina.  

“She really is beautiful,” Sabrina observed as she positioned the newborn the way Zelda had taught her several hours earlier.  

“You did say she looks like me,” Nick quipped as he settled on the bed next to her. Sabrina snorted. 

“If that’s the argument you want to make, you’re the one that said she looks like me.” 

“Touche,” Nick agreed. He felt like the luckiest man in the entire world. He put an arm around Sabrina. She leaned into him as the baby nursed. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” 

“I’m exhausted,” Sabrina admitted. “More than a little sore, too.” She adjusted the baby slightly to a more comfortable position. “But I’m okay.” She smiled at Nick. “I’m happy. Deliriously so.” 

“Me too,” Nick agreed. He pressed a kiss to Sabrina’s hair. 

“She still needs a name,” Sabrina ventured. They had picked a boy name, but a girl’s name eluded them. 

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Nick ventured. 

“And?” Sabrina prompted. 

“And... What about... Stella?” 

“Stella?” Sabrina repeated. She looked at her daughter. “Stella.” 

“Stella,” Nick said again. “It’s Latin for ‘star.’ Like Sabrina... Morningstar.” 

It clicked into place then. 

Sabrina’s eyes filled with tears. 

“Stella,” she said. “That’s it, Nick. That’s her name. Stella Aurora Scratch.” 

“Aurora as in dawn - morning,” Nick understood. Their daughter’s name would translate into ‘Star Morning.’ “It’s perfect, Sabrina.” He reached out and placed his finger in Stella’s tiny hand. She grasped it as she nursed. “Stella Aurora Scratch.”

“We’ll tell her all about her aunt,” Sabrina said. “How she’s up there in the stars, watching over her.”

“We’ll tell her everything,” Nick agreed. “The good, the bad, all of it.”  

Sabrina didn’t say anything further. She leaned further into Nick and pulled her daughter - Stella - into her chest. She knew they wouldn’t be able to stay in the bubble of their bedroom forever, but while she could, she was going to relish it. 

[nabrinas]

not just you, that scene added like 10 years to my life

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina  |  2x03 - “Chapter Fourteen: Lupercalia”

[youremyonlyhope]

Starship Rewatch

10 years ago today (well, yesterday since I’m posting it a day later), 15 year old Hope curled up on her couch to watch a new StarKid show called Starship right as it dropped. This was the first time I got to watch a show when it was posted since I didn’t become a StarKid fan until a months earlier. I was so excited.

And now, I’m rewatching Starship for the first time in full in at least 5 years I think. I listened to the soundtrack twice earlier today, singing along at my desk at work (thank god no one else was here tonight to judge me). I still know so many of the lyrics. And so many little jokes and stuff were flooding back. Starship was my favorite StarKid show for a long time, so I’m so excited to watch this again to see if it’s still my fave.

This post ended up being really long, so you’ve been warned. But it also includes pictures of the crocheted Roach and Bugette plushies that I made as a teen.

OH. THE OLD LOGO. AHHH. I already have so many feels. The future is now! I can’t handle this. The nostalgia! The Galactic League of Extraterrestrial Exploration. My facebook account to this day says I am a Starship Ranger at the G.L.E.E. because I’ve never bothered to change it. Also, shoutout to anyone from the StarKidPotter FB and EFST days if you’re reading this. AHHH IT’S CHRIS AND ERIC. Ok I might have to pause 20 thousand times during this Starship Ranger ad to acknowledge all the StarKid cameos. Tyler! “We come to conquer... in peace!” Tyler I love you. Brian and Richard! I forgot they painted Richard BLUE. Britney and Ariel! Nicholas Joseph Stauss-Matathia! I see that StarKid’s website has shortened his name to just Nicholas Strauss but remember the days when we’d purposefully say his full name? Anyway, I literally just screamed “NICK” when I saw him because he was always one of my faves. The Old Snatch was and still is iconic. Devin and Lily! The Wizard God himself, AJ Holmes. God... remember those AJ Holmes appreciation days where we’d make Chuck Norris-like memes about AJ? So much is rushing back from the depths of my mind oh my god... It’s been so long yet it feels like yesterday... “Someone really *static* F- *static* -ucked up big time” Love it.

2 minutes and 22 seconds in. I’ve written so much. I had to pause before Joey started singing to take a moment. I love this show so much. I love these goofballs so much. And they’re all so young. Most of them are younger than I am now. This is insane.

Ok I have to promise myself not to pause as much now. *Spoiler, I failed*

“I’ll fight off this gamma radiation if it’s the last thing I ever do!... We’re going down! This is the last thing I’ll ever do!” Oh my god. Look at baby Joey. He hasn’t even graduated from college yet. And that Bug puppet! Someone remind me to dig up the pictures of my crocheted plushies of Starship puppets since I made Roach and Bugette and gave them to the StarKids at SPACE and Apocalyptour. (I also did Rumbleroar, but the bugs were my own pattern I made so I was more proud) The camera is focused in on Bug instead of Joey’s face. I love it. So much. Brannnttttttt. My god. Am I gonna freak out over every single entrance? Roach pretending to die, he’s the best friend ever. “The needs of the many bugs outweigh the needs of the few bugs.” “Or the one bug, I know.” Oh man, when that line comes back... “Dirt eater” “Exoskeleton polisher” “I wanna build honeycombs” “The bug that ruins your picnic” “A fly on the wall!” That line came back to me earlier today and I died. Remembering that line was like 50% of the reason I listened to the soundtrack today.

Nick Lang! Julia! LAUREN LOPEZ. THERE SHE IS. Lovebugs, I can’t. *Sentimental music* “You could come over to my nest and I could... tear off your head and let my larva devour your body?” How did I forget that line? The way Lauren has to kick Bugette’s larva sack to walk. But the way that it also works so well with the character. I can’t. The Mosquito Brothers!! I forgot they show up so early. “This is our sister, Sweetheart” “...YO.” I CANNOT HANDLE JIM POVOLO. The “zzzz”s like buzzing as backing vocals instead of the usual “ahs” and “oohs.” The things you don’t appreciate until years later. Darren, you genius. That is such a good detail. For a second I couldn’t remember who the Overqueen is played by. 99% sure it’s Jim (It is). Also. Overqueen like ovary... and it looks like a giant vagina. That had to be pointed out to me later. “FLATTERY WILL GET YOU... everywhere.” Why did I forget that line too? “I’m a starship ranger” “Quiet you, you’re drunk” “No I’m drunk!” I remembered that line probably like... 2 minutes earlier when I noticed Joe huddling in the background and realized that line was coming up. The way Joey lets go of the puppet so both he and the puppet walk away with their arms limp... so cute.

Before even pressing play on part 3, I can hear February saying “Let the record show I am super ahead of schedule.” and I’m dying. I forgot about Brian as the escape pod. Denise Donovan! That Star Trek prop. I’m dumb so I can’t remember if it’s a communicator or what. But I know my Uhura Barbie had a mini one that I lost within a month probably. “OxyGen” “Schience” I can’t. “Mission Log... I think I just heard a spooky noise.” How am I forgetting all of these amazing lines? “Pika-pi!” AHHH I JUST SCREAMED. “My stars, I seemed to have landed in a field of these aMiNals!” I can’t. “Can I tell you guys something?” *port de bras and falls gently to the ground* “Hello!” “TOTORO!” I’m dead. The balloon mechanism on the mosquitos! I forgot about that! “HOLY SHIT IT’S A BUUUUGGGGG” Ok something I noticed but didn’t mention earlier. The bug puppet that Joe uses when he says “I had my heart set on nourishment” is the same one red and pink one that Julia used when talking about wanting to be nourishment. When Julia actually gets eaten, she’s using a different bug puppet, the green and pink one, but the same character voice. So, I can’t tell if they intentionally had her play 2 bugs so Joe could be one of them later, or if it was a mistake. I might also just be overthinking things. “ME THINKS IT WENT THAT-A-WAY” I cannot handle Jim Povolo. That scream Joe does as he slimes her. Woah I originally wrote “There seems to be no signs of intelligent lifeforms anywhere” earlier and then deleted it since I don’t know why I found it remarkable. And then looking at the comments of this part I see someone mentioned a Toy Story reference. So that’s why that line stuck out to me. Aww StarKid. There are so many Disney references in this show.

THERE SHE IS. THERE’S MY GIRL TAZ. The pew pew effects how could I forget that!  “Hey Taz. You’re pretty tough for a chick.” “I was just going to say the same thing about you.” “Woahhhhhhhh” JoMo oh my god. “My spectrometer readings are off the wazooooooo” That line kills me. Why am I JUST NOW noticing, 10 years later, that Tootsie enters this scene with his gun facing the wrong way. Oh my god. “I saw the empirical proof that science killed god. It’s comforting to know he was once alive though. I like to think that when he died, he went to heaven.” Oh Tootsie Noodles. “...What the hell kind of name is that?” “He’s got bear hands??” Why do I forget all of these lines??!? That record scratch and freeze frame to go “BOOOOOO” oh my god I forgot that. “Like the other day, he was in the cafeteria, just cah-rying in front of everybody.” BOOOOOOO. Here we go, Taz’s amazing Up monologue. “And when Up, cuts an onion, the ONION is the one who cry.” HELP. Also 99% sure I used that joke for AJ appreciation at least one year. “Now take a walk off my knife” What a line. So awesome. I remember having a profile pic on FB that was the text of that monologue and the image of Lauren screaming “WALK IT OFF” I’m still convinced that first “WOO” from the audience that we hear when Up enters is Darren. “I do not peepee sitting down” “Huh??” JoMo’s face as if he’s trying his hardest not to laugh and I can’t tell if that’s him breaking character or if Krayonder is actually trying not to laugh. “I peepee like big boy, deadgoddamnit. So stop making fun of me because it hurts my feelings” I’m dying. Also, deadgoddamnit is amazing. “if you don’t go out there and die for something, then I will kill you for nothing.” I remembered the mirror scene, just seconds before it started and already started laughing. “You’re not a failure, overall.” “Allow me to introduce you to the final member of your team. MegaGirl!” I forgot how DRAMATIC that was. I also forgot that’s how MegaGirl comes into the story.

I need to stop pausing every 5 seconds oh my god I’ll never finish this tonight if I don’t.

“All hail AstroBoy” That was the funniest line. “MegaGirl, can you kill humans?” “No. But I’d like to.” I can’t handle it. “A horse ate my cousin! Me and horses got a feud.” #1 MegaGirl doing the “I’m watching you” hand sign. I can’t. “Hey. Miráme. *Slaps* NOW ESCHUCHAME” amazing. “Or that time. You taught me calculus... CALCULUS WAS TOUGH.” I never went past pre-calc. Nope. Ah. Get Back Up. One of my fave songs. “And now we dance.” Dylan’s “OW” as they lean back. “Ok Idiotas. Say something nice. Or I will kill you.” It’s all so iconic.

“So you still think being an egg planter is lame?” “...Yes.”  The larva oh my god. I forgot we see one before the end. That’s Jaime playing the larva I think. Life is definitely one of my all-time favorite StarKid songs to this day. I wish it was longer. I love it so much. And I love that its instrumental is scattered as a motif throughout the show. “It’s a short, small thing we lead. With so much potential, pointless or essential, which one can I be?” Wow. Near Pippin levels of giving me an existential crisis. Also wow Joey improved his singing so much between AVPS and Starship. “My name’s Bug” “*Gasp!* Like a bug??” “Uh... no.” “Good. I’m February, like the month, but a person.” I should start saying that honestly. “I’m Hope, like the concept, but a person.” “You boldly go where every man -hey- woman -bark woof- or data dog has ever gone before! Sorry K9DX” Adorable. Joey’s subtle little double nod he makes the Bug puppet do when he’s shocked she thinks he’s a Starship Ranger. Amazing. Ah he said goddamn not deadgoddamn! February should have known right then he wasn’t human! “Take my claw” that too. "The only thing that needs to rest are your jokes, because they are so tired.” “Woahhhhhh” No but like... why don’t I use that line in everyday life... “Now I am slightly less weak.” “Ok. I’m going to shoot this metal bitch!” I’m dying. How did I forget the Taz/MegaGirl rivalry?? “That thing is a R-O-B-O-T man” “Can’t fool me with numbers, Krayonder.” I’m dead. “The stack of hay was my cousin!” #2 The way Meredith says “barometric pressure” is great. And Tootsie saying “Well you must take real good care of it, because I never would have guessed.” He’s such a sweetheart. “Nobody shoot dammit, nobody shoot.” “KILL KILL KILL” I never really liked Hideous Creatures but it’s so cute to see MegaGirl do the choreo robotically. I love that the Gap hasn’t changed. “Cool it skank, you do not know me.” Another line that I forgot until a split second before it was said. I’m so glad whoever edited this added some pews going in the wrong way for Tootsie’s gun. I know I definitely noticed Tootsie’s gun was backwards during this part, but I don’t know if I noticed it was backwards in that very first scene too. I forgot about MegaGirl tossing out Specs. That “MEGAGIRL!!!” scream from Joe though.

“Never in my 6 long days of life.” Underappreciated joke. Also, I think this is the 4th unique upright bug puppet. We got red/pink, green/blue, green/pink, and now red/blue. Also, Nick Lang is a great puppeteer. “Yes, I helped her escape. But I swear, never in a million years, did I think I’d be caught and yelled at for it!”  Oh I forgot Bugette is the witness. Jaime’s angry face behind Joey is killing me. “He didn’t know the humans were evil.” “Oh, they’re not.” “Shut up!” Humoons and hoomans. “And no more singing or dancing” *gasps of horror* “The Overqueen has overspoken.” “Well, that’s not gonna help your chances with Bugette” Oh Roach. “PERHAPS.” Jim destroys me.

God the 4-person Pincer puppet. Amazing. Dylan’s arms being strong enough to be above his head for 10 minutes straight. Amazing. Also, Nick Lang is so emotive as a claw. It took me a sec but yeah JoMo is the tail. “There were? Where are they?” Joey’s face. “Tell me all about her” The claws under the chin I can’t. Hey StarKid, I see you throwing in an ad mid-video before Kick It Up a Notch. You’re lucky I love and support you guys. “Put ‘em together and what have you got?” bibbity boppity boo. More Disney references! This scene is full of them. Man, remember when we were all blown away by Dylan’s voice in this song the first time? Like we could tell he could sing in AVPM/S, but his songs were just so jokey and only his long “Welcooooooooooome” showed us his talent. But then Kick It Up a Notch happened. And we FINALLY appreciated Dylan’s beautiful voice. “I pushed it to the limit.” and “To coin a phrase, be a man.” more Disney. I might be overthinking this and will have to rewatch Life to confirm, but I think the camera zooming out as Pincer reprises Life is just like the camerawork when Bug sang it originally. If so, then wow even when filming their shows StarKid really thinks it all through. (Update: It totally is referencing the original zooms for Life and that’s amazing. Except it’s zooming out instead of in. I LOVE the attention to detail even in filming the show. I’m gonna guess that’s Liam’s doing.) All I can see when I hear Bug’s chorus of this song is Jaime and her SPACE tour dancing, which they incorporated in Apocalyptour as actual choreography. Because they’re goofballs. The kick line. Love it. God. Even though it’s not my favorite song from Starship (just because I love Life and Beauty more), Kick It Up A Notch is one of the best StarKid has ever done. I really has everything. Dylan’s gorgeous voice. Not one but two reprises of earlier songs to throw Bug’s own words back at him. Jim’s bass line. Awesome puppets. Disney references. It’s so amazing. I love how all the comments are either about Dylan’s voice or Dylan’s ability to hold his arms up for a 10+ minute scene or both.

"Gameover man, gameover!” “I feel like cutting open your belly, and filling it with jelly” *Gasps* Oh my god, I put on the captions for a second, and  the caption said *Sad spayed puppy noises* “I am in charge of this mission now.” How did I forget about the mustache until 2 seconds before it happened? “She’s got the mustache now. *Kisses head* I love you” Oh my god Tootsie. I FORGOT ABOUT THE SECOND STACHE. There’s an ad right when we see Bug’s human form and I can’t even care because look at him! Ahhh. And the blue headband! Ahhhhh. Joey you’re so adorableeeee. “Bug? Well that’s a fine name.” His concerned face then the relief. Adorable. “Thank you sir. I am a tough bitch.” “Getting nothing but bug muff?!?” I love the slight delay the audience has before laughing as they realize what was just said. “Bug. You hard, ese. You flame.” I die. “Up there. In Space!” *dramatic pointing* No I totally didn’t just do the dramatic pointing with them... no that’s not in my muscle memory from 10 years ago... why would you think that. I’ll rave about Status Quo after it’s done. “But, what if I miss you?” Awwwwwwwww. And that “Just look up.” screenshot was used for “This.” memes in the fandom for years.

Oh Joey. Status Quo is such a good song too. And he really did improve as a singer to sing it. Earlier this week I remembered that this week is also the 10th anniversary of that time Darren was hopping from city to city every single day to promote the Warblers album. And at one point in that week he did a livestream that I remember rushing home to watch. In that livestream, I am 99% sure he sang Status Quo as a little sneak preview for Starship being released later that week. (Just checked, yep he sang it in a livestream on April 20 2011) God I love this song. Then the version the boys all sang for SPACE Tour was beyond beautiful too. Ahhh I love this musical.

Ok. It’s almost midnight. I started this 3 hours ago. I’m probably not finishing the show until 2am at the rate that I’m pausing and stopping to comment. But OH WELL.

“Dr. Spaceclaw” wow. “Leaving them behind was of little consequence, but a pleasure.” Oh Megagirl. “You did a very good job today too, son.” “*Gasp* Thanks dad.” That Star Wars fake-out though. Speaking of Star Wars, I really need to rewatch Ani now that I’m actively a Star Wars fan unlike last time when I still wasn’t invested in the movies I just watched them. How did I forget about Jaime playing Junior’s new mom?? ...Does Junior get an alien incubating in his chest... is that foreshadowing... I can’t remember. (This was like... half a foreshadow) This scene is funnier now that Breredith is married. The way Junior says “Phew” I’m dead. I remembered how they restrain MegaGirl once again 2 seconds before it happened oh my god. “We deserve bubbles on our skin.” An iconic line. “Well thank the long dead god you made it, Bug!”  The crunching of the handshake, I can’t. Oh someone in the comments pointed out that Bug and February are doing the Tarzan hand thing while Up’s asking Taz to see a movie. Adorable.

Get yourself a man like Tootsie who won’t stand for you talking down about yourself. “Maybe this was all part of God’s plan. He made before he died.” I love the dead god jokes. I remember years ago some kid on facebook was like “The dead god jokes are offensive” and I was like “It’s a sci-fi musical about a bug in a human body but sure worry about god being dead.” but probably in an even more immature answer. I’m just mesmerized by Tootsie and MegaGirl’s verses. God. The first Dylan and Meredith duet. Amazing. And MegaGirl’s confused face is great. “Don’t press that button, or we’ll all be sucked into space.” So... Can anyone tell me what foreshadowing is? Oh shoot... ok wait no I’ll comment on that when we get there. God that is such a cute love song. I wrote barely anything just because I love that song so much. Would love to know where Tootsie’s taking her though.

Oh my god this scene! I forgot about this. How could I forget this. “Well the world always looks a little bit brighter, from on top of a lap.” I had remembered Bug sitting on Up’s lap, but not Specs. This is the part I forgot. Adorable. Ahhhh so cute. The Specs/Krayonder relationship was apparently cut from the filmed version, but was present if you saw it live. These moments are adorable. And I love how this is the second person JoMo’s had to carry in this show since he also carried Denise earlier. “Why if it isn’t Bug, my oldest friend.” and “Don’t say that, my dear.” are adorable. Oh wait. Up sat on Bug’s lap. Not the other way around. Ok. I didn’t remember this scene as well as I thought I did. I’m dying. I didn’t want to write anything during this, but oh my god “That son of a bitch Optimus Prime” I forgot that. I love the audience’s reaction to “The entire right side of my body, it’s a robot” because they all gasp, and then laugh at themselves for gasping. I knew there was something he couldn’t do without crying. I didn’t remember it being “Sir I Wanna Buy These Shoes” Christmas Song. It’s ok Up, I haven’t listened to that song in full in years. I can’t handle it. But Christmas songs in general make me cry too. Oh Up said goddamn instead of deadgoddamn too. Hmm... Aww the mother spider story. “I think the old you was just killing out of hate.” “Oh I was.” I’m dying. Awwww the nose kiss. I definitely remembered that. “Deadgodspeed soldier!” The way Joey misses catching the keys and also Darren’s “Woo!” in the audience again. So great. That 12 minute scene is just adorable and the Up story is so dramatic and hilarious.

Hmm finishing before 2am might be ambitious... “Hahaha. Then I’ll shoot him!” “Taking care of my business down on the planet is that cool with you?” Brian’s delivery of that line has always intrigued me. “How much I care about my MegaGirl unit’s survival is also a percent equivalent to zero” Rude. “You are nothing like my boyfriend, Tootsie Noodles.” “Yes, well - wait WHAAA” This scene is so different now that they’re married. “Ha. Ha. It was cute.” “You’re... a toaster.” *Slaps* Ok 1) I used to use that insult all the time and only half ironically. I was a strange teenager. 2) She just hurt a human... isn’t that against programming, or can she just not kill humans? Evil angry Brolden is something we need more of. I love Brian as a villain. More please. “You stupid goddamn robot” So I guess they say goddamn and deadgoddamnit. I’m overthinking the evolution of language in this universe. Also Brian’s screams while being choked are amazing. I’ve never forgotten those, if anything they’re better now.

AHHHH I REFRESHED AND DELETED ALL OF MY STUFF FOR BEAUTY. Kill me. I’m so mad. Let me try to recreate it but I hate myself. I was saving this draft after every part but OF COURSE I don’t save after my favorite song and then refresh.

Oh poor Meredith. Her white wig doesn’t let her blend in as much when she’s in the hoodies playing a bug. “Oh hey Bugette, we’re just trying to get Bug laid!” That bug had to know about Bugette’s crush though? That’s just cruel. “The ending is killer” ruuuuuuddddddddddeee. I know I had at least one more point, but that’s lost to the ether. Beauty is probably my fave, if not tied with Life. When I was listening to it earlier, I was overcome with emotion because it’s just such a joyful song. These days I cry over happy stuff almost as much as I cry over the sad. And these lines just hit so hard... I love it. I love this song so much and this scene so much. “Bug. She excreted her filth for you. WE DID IT!!!!!!!!” Brant Cox is so good. It really is a shame he’s not in anything else besides AVPSY and the 10th Anniversary with everyone else. “I do accept you for who you really are. A genius.” Well February, you’ll be glad to know that you thought of that, so you’re the genius. Wow. Junior’s 25, Brian was 25, and now I’m 25. This really was perfect timing for the 10th anniversary. Also I do not feel 25. “Suck off!” amazing.

I’M SAVING THIS TIME.

Ok next part. Luckily I was only 1 minute into the next part when I refreshed. Still so mad at myself... “Someone really firetrucked up big time” (Dead)God I love that line. I also used firetruck unironically. Once again, I was a strange teenager and I didn’t like cursing and I still don’t. “This is so weird, I’m so used to the scrambly version.” (It was while writing this line the first time that I refreshed and lost Beauty....) Ok as I watch AJ, it’s hitting me that he almost definitely came to the set during rehearsals and filmed his part since it’s not a green screen like the rest of them. “The hunters have become the hunted, and it’s wabbit season.” “That was a good video, until the end when it got sad.” Thanks Bug. “I think, I just had a think” See February’s smart. “I’m in a weird situation” Love that line. “Bug is a BUG!? I DON’T BELIEVE IT” Oh Junior. Dylan’s insulted face at “I am not... a dumbass.”  So I can’t tell if Brian forgets he’s trapped when he moves his arms into a more relaxed position to lean on the column and then puts them back, or if it’s purposefully staged that way. Brian’s acting while he pretends to be shy and embarrassed about his evil plan is amazing and adorable. Brian has a good evil laugh, why don’t we get him as a villain more often? Also I was gonna make some sort of joke about Nick as Pincer’s left claw vs. Robert as Snarl’s left paw, but I’ll leave it be.

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT WEIGHT TAZ WAS LIFTING JUST FLOATING UP TO THE SKY WHEN SHE LETS GO. I just laughed out loud. “Damn that G.L.E.E. They’re always making twisted abominations of everything!!” I cannot handle it. And the wink. Poor Darren but also not poor Darren at all. I was just now WRACKING my mind for who could possibly be playing Pincer’s tail if JoMo was being devoured by mosquitos. It’s Brant. Literally the entire cast is currently onstage. Ok Krayonder’s been getting his blood drained for 3 minutes, why is he alive? OH I FORGOT KRAYONDER GETS UP AND SHOOTS THE BUGS. Ok and he gets chopped by Pincer’s claws too so HOW does he survive? StarKid answer!!! I forgot how dramatic this musical gets when you got both the bugs and MegaGirl coming after the humans. Aww the Vulcan salute from Specs. “I changed my name. To Tootsie... MegaGirl.” I love the reactions of the people in the audience who immediately realize what that means. I hear at least one “oh my god” that sounds like sobbing. Awwwww Tootsie’s “that’s real” speech and “I’d love you if you was the horse that ate my cousin.” (#3) just... get yourself a man like Tootsie MegaGirl. He is perfection. God the downloading love scene is so cute. I can’t handle it.

The Up saving Taz scene is so dramatic. Then Brian and Jim just calmly walk offstage. It kills me. Also why did Jaime just continue to lie there? “I just needed to learn how to kill with my heart.” Not exactly what Bug meant, but it works. God Taz climbing onto Up’s back is still the most hilarious thing ever. Whoever thought of her climbing that way was a genius. So funny. I always wanted to try it. Holding the gun up to her head like a blowdryer always gave me anxiety. Making the door out of a scrim that can be backlit was genius. Oof and bringing back “The needs of the many bugs outweigh the needs of the few bugs. Or the one bug.” just hurts. Poor Bug. My heart. This is probably the line that sticks with me to this day and I do think about sometimes.

Ok it’s now 2am and I still have 2 more parts.

I sorta love that Joey didn’t have the time to change into his blacks so he’s still in the Starship Ranger suit while playing the Bug puppet. “Save the Overqueen. I love her.” Awww. “Roach, I’m gonna get the job done if it’s the second last thing I do.” Love it. That Kick It Up A Notch Reprise though. Brian, you should play villains more often. Also remember all of us being like “LUPIN CAN SING?!?!?!??!!” “Lucky for me, God is dead. When you see him in hell, tell him Junior sent you.” Deadgod I love that line. This whole deadgod thing was just leading up to that amazing line. Oh no Bugette! Bug saying “maestro” oh my god. “DFSDSJFDSJKFDS... I’m dead.” I forgot that part! Oh my god the way Brian flicks the glasses back down on his face. Ok so I saw Lauren wiggle her way behind the mucus sac, but I didn’t see Nick come onstage. I rewinded, and I guess the zoom in shots on Brian and Joey were timed so we can’t see Nick join Lauren to be the first larva to come out. Oh well. And I love the crowd cheering as Junior dies. “And bingo was his name-o” That callback though. I forgot that the Overqueen eats Bugette’s body while crying. “Or Bugette! Oh...” Also god Roach is adorable.

Last part. 2:21am. Here we go. Krayonder got his blood sucked out by giant mosquitos and was cut up by a giant scorpion, but all he needs is a bandage around his head. Awwww the soft “I Wanna Be” playing the background as Bug begs the team to accept his bug form. Bug being so mad “It’s that bastard Pincer isn’t it?” and then being so happy that Joey does the little nose scrunch thing. So cute. JOEY’S FACE WHEN DENISE KISSES THE BUG PUPPET. Cannot believe I forgot that until 2 seconds before it happened too. “I now pronounce you man vs. machine. Fight!” WOAH. Why in the WORLD did “eep op ork ahah” come back to me. I was able to say it WITH Joey. That was straight from the DEPTHS of my teenage brain oh my god. I forgot about that oh my GOD. THAT’S INSANE. I FORGOT SO MUCH STUFF BUT I REMEMBERED HOW TO SAY “I LOVE YOU” IN BUG.

And the Beauty reprise.

God I love this musical. It’s still my fave StarKid show I think. And I’m horrified to see that it has only 500K views for the last part, so only 500K people have watched it all the way through after 10 years. That’s disgraceful. It’s amazing. Watch Starship.

It is 2:32am. I started at 8:50pm. Got sidetracked when I had to rewatch the Beauty part of Act 2 again to make sure I got my notes back in the post. Took a few bathroom breaks. But this is mostly because I paused every like 10 seconds to make a comment, so it took 5 and a half hours to watch a 3 hour musical. This why I take forever to watch things while liveblogging. I take too long to writing notes.

I’ll probably just post this in the morning. Gotta proofread for mistakes before posting.

Ok it’s the next afternoon. This post is literally 5,000+ words and takes 20 minutes to read according to a online word counter. I’m sorry to whoever read this entire thing. Your reward is the pictures of the Starship plushies I crocheted when I was 15 and 16.

(Ignore the bad lighting and my horribly chipped paint. That’s the only picture I have of the Bugette one since I gave it to Lauren Lopez a day later. I started making another for myself shortly after but never finished. Maybe I should finally finish the second one... hmm...)

[daisyxquake]

Sabrina, I begged you not to do it. I couldn’t let my legacy be the destruction of the world.

[plus-size-reader]

Little Hunter

Nicholas Scratch x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1459 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader is a Witch hunter, but that doesn't stop Nick from falling for her. 

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The news that there were other witch hunters in Greendale only served to upset you.

Sure, they may have been similar to you in some way but they were not the same.

You had rules, strict guidelines that you had to follow and you took pride in what you were by blood.

However, all of the witches of Greendale were under your protection until otherwise decided and the idea that someone else would dare break that was unacceptable.

Nicholas came to you first, as soon as Dorian took care of the bastard that tried to kill them both.

He didn't want to, you knew that but you couldn't refuse him. There was too much love in your heart for the man to ever turn him away, even when it was against your own kind.

"What do you mean witch hunters? There are no other hunters in this area other than my family" you explained, searching your gun safe for the perfect thing.

You were a mortal witch-hunter, a proud bloodline that went all the way back thousands of years.

Your grandfather always kept a detailed grimoire with a list of every other hunter and where they all resided. It made it easier to make sure that no one else intruded on each family's hunting ground.

You knew for a fact that there wasn't a single family for hundreds of thousands of miles. Whatever these hunters were, you knew for a fact that they couldn't have been human.

"Are you sure? They were very clearly trying to kill us all" he sounded nearly hysterical but you couldn't blame him, considering all the things that had just happened to him. It wasn't every day that you almost got murdered after all.

"I'm positive Nicky, when have I ever been wrong?" you teased, reaching out to take his hand in your own, which you used as leverage to lead him alongside you down the street.

You weren't going to let anything hurt him, or any of the other witches in Greendale.

If anyone was going to execute a witch, it would be within the proper guidelines. Whatever these 'hunters' were doing, it was closer to slaughter than anything else.

You were going to protect them, especially Nick.

...No matter what it took.

"Perhaps, my little hunter, you may be onto something" he grinned, following you without a single doubt in his mind.

He thought back to the time that you two had met in the first place. You had been heaven-bent on bringing him to his knees in front of you. You intended on killing him, but as soon as your eyes met his own, you realized that he didn't deserve to die.

Nicholas had never done a single thing against you, he had never harmed you or anyone else as far as you knew.

It wouldn't have been right to kill him if he didn't break the rules. He hadn't killed anyone, put anyone in danger, or used his magic for evil so you couldn't execute him.

Instead, you two had become closer than any two people could be. It didn't matter to him that you were a hunter, and it didn't matter to you that he was a warlock.

All you could think about from that moment forward was protecting him, and eventually the other witches and warlocks at the academy.

Your grandfather would roll in his grave if he ever saw something like this. A witch hunter, hand in hand with a talented warlock. It went against everything he'd taught you as a child.

Perhaps that was true, perhaps you were doing something that you should have never done in the first place...

Or perhaps he had been wrong.

You had never had a truer friend than Nick, not for as long as you'd lived. The relationship you two shared made you question everything you'd ever known. Was it possible that generations of witch hunters could have been wrong? You weren't sure, but right now, you weren't a witch hunter. You were hunting the hunters.

"You're sure about this?" he clarified, looking up at the church. He knew for a fact that they were in there, but once you went through those doors, he couldn't protect you. The idea of it made him feel sick to his stomach.

Luckily though, it didn't matter to you that he couldn't accompany you. In fact, you preferred it that way. It was the only way that you could be sure he was safe. You weren't worried about them hurting you.

"Of course I'm sure. Just don't miss me too much while I'm gone" you teased, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to his cheek.

As soon as you made contact, you were gone, leaving the man alone on the stairs. All he could do was hope for your quick return, trying not to go insane in your absence.

All he could think about was what he would do if something bad happened to you. How he would feel if you died and he couldn't save you...it would ruin his life to have to live without you.

And it wasn't until now that he realized.

Nicholas was completely, and totally in love with you.

"How could I be so stupid" he grumbled, throwing his head back dramatically. If only he had been more insistent. You could have found another way around it, a way that he could help you. If only he hadn't been so quick to involve you in this mess.

It wasn't your fight.

This had never been your fight, and if something happened to you, it would be all his fault.

~

The fight within the walls of the church had been brutal.

However, aside from a few scratches and bruises, you made it out relatively unscathed. Not that you were really ready for what you saw when inside. Sabrina was some kind of ticking time bomb, from what you could tell, and you had no words.

Luckily, Harvey was there to take care of her so that you were free to meet Nicholas outside.

The man was practically vibrating with nerves, sitting on the cement steps with his elbows resting on his knees. You could tell that something was wrong with him, but due to the spinning in your skull, you could hardly tell for sure.

"What's up?" you wondered, sitting down beside him on the step, throwing your legs down dramatically. It was just meant to be a casual greeting but as soon as Nick's eyes locked on you, you'd have thought you were bleeding from your eyes.

He was panicking.

"What happened to you? Are you okay? I'm so glad you're alive" he rambled, running his hands over your face lightly, as if assessing the damage that had been done to you. He couldn't imagine what had gone on in there.

In all honesty though, you were just looking at him like he was crazy.

Nick had never acted like this with you.

“I’m always fine Nick, what’s going on?” you wondered, studying his face with critical eyes. Perhaps the shock of what he’d endured today was just now hitting him, or he was in hysteria. 

Whatever it was, you didn’t like it one bit. 

Now, it was the warlock’s turn to be silent. He had approached this whole thing with too much zeal, and now he had to explain himself to you. The main problem was that he had no idea how to do it. 

Knowing you, you would likely just laugh in his face. 

Still, Nicholas would never be able to live with himself if he didn’t find out how you felt for him. These feelings for you weren’t going to go away, but perhaps you cared for him.

...Just maybe.

“I’m in love with you” he spit out, feeling the air change between the two of you as soon as he did. Being friendly with a warlock was okay, but it had taken you a long time to get there. 

He could only imagine how long it would take you to get comfortable with the idea of entering a serious relationship with one. Still, Nick had to admit that he felt as if a weight had been removed from his chest as soon as he did. 

Not that you could say the same. 

Loving Nicky had never been an option for you, right? What would your family say? What would the witching community think if they ever found out? It would be far too dangerous. 

Though, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself as you smiled, leaning forward to capture Nick’s lips in a kiss. 

...The world would just have to find a way to accept this unlikely pairing, like it or not. 

[potter-head-phanatic]

 Masterlist 

Taglist

✰ You’re Sabrina's fraternal twin sister

✰ You first meet Nick when you go to the Academy of Unseen Arts

✰ He comes to your rescue when the weird sisters are giving you a hard time

✰  “Whats wrong Nicky? Does someone have a crush on the half-breed?”

✰ “Just shut up Prudence, why do you have to be such a bitch all the time?”

✰ When he talks to you he immediately turns the charm on

✰ “I’m Nicholas Scratch, but you can call me anytime”

✰ “Do you use that line on all the girls?”

✰ He loves teasing you just to see you blush

✰ Any chance he gets he’ll compliment you to make you smile

✰ He loves your smile, especially when he’s the reason for it

✰ You being skeptical about his interest in you after learning about his past with the weird sisters

✰ Him doing everything he can to get you and earn your trust

✰ You getting to know him better and finally saying yes to being his girlfriend

✰ You being his first proper girlfriend and first monogamous relationship

✰ He would take you on cute dates

✰ He would sit next to you in all the classes you have together

✰ Escorts you to the classes you didn’t have together

✰ Hand holding

✰ Lots of hand holding

✰ He loves the way your smaller hand fits in his

✰ Always a gentleman around you

✰ Opens doors for you

✰ Brings you flowers

✰ Loves spending time with you

✰ Always has a hand on you whenever he can, holding yours, on your thigh, his arm around your shoulders

✰ Lots of kisses

✰ Rough kisses 

✰ Soft kisses

✰ Forehead kisses

✰ Cheek kisses  

✰  He loves how soft your lips always seem to be

✰ You’re the first person he truly loves and trusts

✰ “You taught me how to love, (y/n)”

✰ He accompanies you to the school dances at Baxter high and does other things with you, wanting to experience how they live in the mortal world

✰ You show him all the things you like in the mortal world, and introduce him to your friend group

✰ He loves it all because it makes you happy

✰ In return, you participate in some of the non violent magical traditions, such as Lupercalia 

✰ You can always count on him to be there for you 

✰ He’s just an overall loving and supportive boyfriend

xx

[frischkasekuchen]

Dreamtalia Carrie AU

Credits:

Kyokyo866: Reve, Nevo, World(Nicholas) and Dreamtalia in general

Thriftlita: Vanya

Hetalia: Hidekaz Himaruya

Carrie: Stephen King

Warning:

Swearing

Religion

Religious abuse

Child abuse

Self-harm

Starring:

Reve and World(Nicholas) as Carrie White

Nevo as Margaret White

Germany as Tommy Ross

Canada as Sue Snell

Vanya as Miss Desjardin

(Author's Note: I've finished reading the book a while ago so I wrote something to celebrate- also I think this'll be my last piece until after my exams..)

(Note: the way i’ve written thoughts in parentheses is mimicking how Stephen King wrote telepathic communication and thoughts in Carrie- he only used apostrophes)

Carrie Memory- Father

Reve was humiliatingly trying to slip on the lacy stocking for he had bought to go with the dress Nicholas made for him. He was hobbling on one foot- knocking into nearly everything in Nicholas’ bedroom.

Nicholas snickered,

( christ, you look funny)

at this point Reve looked like he was wrestling a boa constrictor- and losing.

“And-And-Annnnnnnnd-'' Reve teetered backwards, “Got it!” The left stocking slipped on as he fell on the bed.

Nicholas let out a loud “HA!” as Reve fussed the skirt of the dress out of his face. He pushed himself out and stomped over to Nicholas, who slammed his mouth shut.

Reve pouted, “Shaddup! Who’re you laughin’ at?”

“You-!” he squeaked.

“You ass-” Reve blurted out. He went over to his white open-foot 2-inch heels and gloves. Slipping on the opera gloves were easier than the stockings, they latched on to his arms with a ‘SNAP’, they covered his scars easily. Next were the shoes, he slipped them on and he tightened them with a ‘SNAP’ as well, much more comfortable than the mary-janes he was offered earlier. He walked over to the full-body mirror and looked his entire outfit over. Reve began to worry, he went over to the dresser and sat down on a stool to let Nicholas fix his hair.

Reve’s face grimaced as his head became a jambalaya of worries.

( what if he doesn’t like how i look do you think the dress is weird nicky do you think it’s wei)

Nicholas hummed a hymn softly as he tried to soothe Reve.

( i think you good like you steal someone’s date you could steal all the boys from their dates that’s what i think)

Reve shrinked.

(what if this is a big joke what if luddie and mattie come hooting and hollering at my get-up what if he calls me a fag i don’t wanna be what if stands me up o god o god)

Nicholas smirked.

(i’ll tear out his tongue and feed it to mattie for being a big fat liar i’ll throw his ride into the gym that’s what i’ll do)

Reve gave a playful smile in turn.

(naughty nicky o no don’t do that that kills people)

The door to Nicholas’ bedroom slammed open to reveal his darling father.

“Red,” Papa said, glaring daggers into Nicholas’ uniform. “‘Course it’d be red.”

“I’m wearing blue and white- not just red.” Nicholas scoffed as he helped Reve put on a faux-flower armband Ludwig had given him. He finished combing down all of Reve’s hair save for a cowlick that refuses to go down.

(i think you should go downstairs reve this will turn sour go downstairs and wait for me)

(no i won’t let that windbag hurt you i’m staying i’m not leav)

“Take off that uniform- burn it.” Papa said sharply, approaching. “You can stay home- we can pray for forgiveness.”

“I. Don’t. Want. To. Pray. That’s final, papa. We have to get ready for prom.” Nicholas said. Oh that’s what he said to ‘pa, the ultimate curse word- worse than the Eff Word. Nicholas pulled Reve up to his feet from the stool and draped a shawl across his shoulders.

(leave reve go downstairs and wait for vanya i don’t want you to hear this)

Papa stayed still and stunned as though he had been slapped. “.......Take off that uniform, burn it, there’s still-”

“No. I. Said. No. Go fuck yourself, ‘cause after prom- I’m coming to pack up.”

He smacked himself- hard, leaving a red mark. It looked like a scar, a bunch of scratches. Nicholas paid no mind. With a blank stare he turned to the wall rushed at it- head forward.

He slammed into the wall with a loud ‘THUD’, he burst into tears and screamed. Reve jumped and his face scrunched up, he took hold of his wrist and stroked it- knowing what was under the gloves.

(what why you don’t hurt yourself like that no no leave nicky out of this you don’t hurt yourself in front of others no no you do that alone alone in private i know i do stupid bad man)

Nicholas still did not falter.

Papa then stared at Reve- like an angry father meeting his daughter’s secret boyfriend, climbing through her bedroom window. “You.”

Reve backed up into a corner near an open window- as Papa rushed up and seized Reve’s throat. He shook him back and forth raving- a s Nicholas tried to pull them apart.

(nicky i can’t breathe help me i���m gonna be sick)

“You rat- you parasite-! This is your fault!” he moaned as Nciholas tried to smack him off of Reve.

(don’t touch him don’t you do that papa don’t hurt him hurt me instead hurt me HURT INSTEAD ME HURT ME HURT ME PLEASE GOD HURT ME HURT ME HURT ME HURT M)

“I tried to keep the devil out of my house- and it was so difficult- it almost worked-!” Papa gasped, throwing his head up and whining to the ceiling. “Then you-you came along and taught him about those- those whores! You’ve turned him into an agent of the Wicked One- ” he paused for a moment and stopped shaking Reve- yanking the boy to look straight into the eyes of madness.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Reve shrieked in confusion.

(o god i’m scared i’m gonna shit myself)

Flex.

Papa was flung to the wall. Reve fell against the window sill, as a car pulled up to the house. The three rushed to the window as a station wagon came to a stop.

Mr.Bazarov had stepped out of the car; he was wearing a light, mute blue three-piece tuxedo that surprisingly matched his eyes- with a tar black bowtie.

Papa flew into a panic, he grabbed Nicholas by his wrists- “Please. Nicholas you can just stay here with me-!”

“I don’t want to stay with you papa-!”

“I’ll answer the door- I’ll tell him you changed your mind- that you don’t want to be around him-!”

“Let me go-leave me alone-!”

“You heard ‘im he doesn’t wanna stay-!” Reve yelled nearly breathless.

“Sit down-.”

“I’ll tell him you’re sick-!”

“SIT DOWN BE QUIET!’

FLEX.

Papa was flung to the floor and Reve was flung out of the bedroom.

(reve wait downstairs i’ll deal with this)

The door slammed shut, and Reve finally decided to go to the door.

Reve slammed the door open- to meet Mr.Bazarov, pacing up and down the porch, the slam startled him.

“Faucher! It’s nice to see you!” Mr.Bazarov looked him up and down. “This is wonderful handiwork!” he said,coming closer and examining the homemade dress. “Where’d you get something like this?”

“Nicky made it for me, he didn’t really want me- us- to go to prom- but he wanted to help me get a dress.” Reve said, stepping out on the porch and twirling to give him a full view of the pink gown. “He thought it was too plain but I like it!”

“That’s wonderful-! But where’s Nicholas?” Mr. Bazarov asked.

(oh shit)

“He’s-.” Reve was about to explain, before everything went awry.

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

Everyone outside, even Ludwig and Matthew who were still in the car-and now leaving to investigate- put their hands over their ears. A scream rang out, a scream from Nicholas- but it wasn’t as vocal as it sounded.

(LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME AL)

Windows and doors all over the house slammed open, and they heard Papa screaming his head off. “Nicholas stop this! Don’t you dare-!”

Finally, everything finally stopped opening- just closed. Save for Papa’s screaming- now accompanied by sobbing.

“N-Nicholas please! Don’t-They laugh at you-THEY’LL LAUGH AND YOU KNOW IT!” he howled. “COME BACK-PLEASE- I’LL PROTECT YOU! I JUST WANT TO HELP!” Footsteps were approaching, fast and loudly- and intensified as Papa’s tirade continued.

“COME BACK-! THEY’RE GONNA LAUGH AT YOU! YOU FOOL! THE LORD IS NOT MOCKED! COME BACK AND PRAY!”

“SHUT UP!” Nicholas screamed into the air, “STAY IN THAT CLOSET- and don’t say a word until I’m gone.”

Everyone outside could finally breathe again as they had been holding their breaths.

Nicholas choked out a sob, “I’ll be home at 11:30, and if you’re good- I won’t leave like this again, okay?”

“................”

“I’m sorry Papa, I love you.” Nicholas hiccupped.

Now a quartet of Mr.Bazarov, Matthew, Reve and Ludwig met Nicholas as he stepped out onto the porch.

Mr.Bazarov approached him and put a hand on his back and rubbed it, bending over to see if Nicholas was crying. “Boy-boy are you alright?”

Nicholas simply nodded.

(please please hold me please someone hold me)

Reve came over and embraced Nicholas. “That was very brave of you Nicky, very brave.”

“Sorry to interrupt-” Ludwig had finally spoken, “But- is everyone ready to go?”

Nicholas said, “Yes, we’re raring to go.”

Reve turned to Ludwig and whispered, “Um, how do I look?”

Ludwig gave him a small smile with a red face, “Wunderbar.” before shoving his face in his hands.

Reve tilted his head, “Eh?”

“Wonderful- he means wonderful.” Matthew said butting in.

Reve swore steam was coming out of his ears like a kettle.

(ohohohohohohohohohoho)

“Thank you.”